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I don't know much about Jellyfish, but I do know of a girls biggest wish is to become one of those fish and
oh, she would fit.
The female Jelly of a rare species, one of the most beautiful, divine finds.
A very rare kind, that would ever so shine, there's only one of it's kind,
it leaves me so blind.
The gentle Jelly so breathtaking that it takes away all of my oxygen,
The Jelly's, heart breaking.
She's so damaged, she's dead on the inside with many different strings
loosely draping among with her, it's a representation of all of her past,
so terrible, I wonder if I could  fix that?
I don't know if there's a Jellyfish that continuously changes colors in a glowing manner,
but she would.
This is why this Jellyfish would be the rarest.
This Jellyfish would glow colors of Yellow,Purple,Gray,Black,Blue, and Red.
The yellow would be her happiness, though it may be the rarest of her colors.
Purple, would be her scars.
Black, is her hidden irrationality that I wont ever let her drown in, in her wonderful blue lit sea.
Gray, would portray something like the clouds on a rainy day, something that keeps her happiness hidden.
Blue, a very sad colored blue that would be the color of her tears that I try to wipe and keep away, this blue is more distinct than
the color of the waters she lives in because it represents only her pain and only comes out of her.
Red, would represent her recent scarring's, a recent ****** wound that has just been cut or even a wound that will not disappear.
The Jellyfish being through all that she has been through still continues to float among the sea,
a weak, but also a strong Jellyfish as my bubbles keep her afloat, I wont ever let the waves engulf her.
The persistent sea critter drifts delicately reminiscing, but not forgetting.
 Aug 2015 Clifford Smith
Redshift
i'm not going to say it like you say it
i'm not going to mean it like you mean it
you will say it more often
and i will say it because i have to...
i wanted to wait to say it when i felt it
for once
but you you tricked me
and i am
angry

you're going 60 and i'm going 30
i'm still trying to figure out how not to be a **** victim
i'm still trying to figure out how not to let it happen again
and now
you love me
and i
am
no longer in control
when it happened i had no control. something bad was happening to me and i couldn't stop it. i don't want it to happen again.
uncanny xmen said it right when he said he doesn’t want to work

because a lot of the bosses are big fat rich ******

they don’t care what the needs are nor do they care for they want to do

you everyone wants to work, i will do my art

everyone wants to work, i will do my art

art can be a job, oh yes it can

you see you can meet real famous people, if you concentrate on art

you see only rich ****** do what your bosses do

especially when your work isn’t up to scratch

everyone wants to work, i will do my art

you see everyone wants to work, i will do my art

i help the poor because the rich don’t give a ****

i want to give conserves one almighty hit

you see brian man nix said it right, when he said life is too good to work

doing art is much more fun, and if you do it right, it can save the future too

everyone wants to work, i will do my art

vic buckley, is a real australian big fat rich *****

everyone wants to work i will do my art

CAUSE ART IS MY JOB, GOTTA PROBLEM WITH THAT

check my art on art colony under brian allan yeah

you see doing unnecessary jobs is not brian allan’s stuff

i want to help the homeless every chance i get

even if i have to stop and say

everyone wants to work, i will do my art

and that makes me happy, i am an artist

a friend to the homeless a friend to the poor a friend to the young

in a way that suits me

everyone wants to work, i will do my art
I feel bleaker than bleak

More empty than full
More restless than calm
More hopeless than hard
More gutless than strong
More boneless than brave
More pointless than sharp
More faceless than feared
More skinless than naked
More airless than breath
More lifeless than dead
More useless than you

I feel like crying inside.

Won’t someone just do something?
 Aug 2015 Clifford Smith
niamh
The beginning and ending
May already have been written,
But the chapters in-between
Are mine to write.
I will make mistakes
That cannot be erased
And my pen will falter
But never fall.
I will not always like
To read them back,
But the chapters
Are mine to write.
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