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a sadomasochist was ill
she ate too many rainbow pills
a unicorn reflected in
her eyes, and armed with a big knife.

It stabbed and stabbed and stabbed and latched
(in triplet four-three signature)
her head with a large tesseract,
it laughed and danced to d-major.
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i really love tesseracts i want to eat one
It's the last straw, brawling into a strange             haul oh yes,
undress my dear page boy in the                watercress.
His sundew skin pierce within a               honey drop,
rock-hard bridge we blow            the hourglass
dynamite up flew too few                 refuse to shake
the earth, a plane,       kamikaze, tooooo late!
He runs, my panting                      rabbit, fly! I'll come
and put a     bullet     through you.              

Maiden, oh maiden! Maiden of beauty,
Hath you longed to show such folly?
It's always sayonara, but to thee,
blonde beauty, au revoir.
Delicious dear, do spit it into me,
the ignominious cure.
Partially based off Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls", partially just insanity.
My queen! Inhale each grain of sand and reign!
Take all you touch: castles, footprints, poems
sung with muted cries of rasping pain.
Your servants await, bikini women and ******* men.

I stand knee-deep, each night you rise and fall,
stealing bits of me until all that remains
is an ivory statue studded with barnacle kisses.
A trip to the beach
fish-sama Jul 4
Do your eyes refuse to stay with mine because you're
seeing some secret world privy to you alone?
Weathered hands create life: piano melodies,
washed laundry, poetry, pieces shared on the phone.

Nine years I've been dreaming: subconscious feelings of
forever, no longer divided by two cities
and seeing you every day, every year, a new home
unreached. I'll continue to wonder alone.
yay!
fish-sama Jun 3
The city is dead
Like thunder shouting into
The infinite blue.
Heyyy i'm perhaps coming back! It's been a while and pretty busy with AP exams and all that. Also a loss of creative inspiration. What poetic form should I use next?
fish-sama Apr 9
To be human is to live with a profound
Meaninglessness in the things we do
Every other twitch every thought everything we learn
Or enjoy or love or find cool does not
Contribute to our survival. Cartoons, pleasures,
Work, school, beauty - This is
What it means to human, these confusing action
Void of purpose unless otherwise
Justified by an outside source or by a long term goal.
But thinking about meaninglessness is also
Meaningless it is not a new or important thought
In fact it hinders my drive to survive and I
Would like to turn back time and take back this minute I used
To think useless thoughts before my approaching death
Please. Ecclesiastes says it well: I personally
Find no meaning in life unless the outside source of
The Christian God exists and loves me
And there are too many testimonies and history
for me to amount it to random chance so I guess
I commit philosophical suicide and
Somehow I am human and believe not in
Meaninglessness.
It’s intentionally structured like a rant.
fish-sama Mar 26
Conquest.
Soldiers need release.
80 years ago, I,
young lady, Chinese,
would've been a slave—
thrusted deep in the front lines
rotting bodies,         disease, and knives
inside me.             I am
the evidence they must hide.

Lucky me. I watch Japanese TV
and music and teens. I love
Japanese novels and Japanese comics
and Japanese history. Lucky me,
two-thousand-twenty-five,
age fifteen, Chinese.
Comfort women, most commonly from Korea, China, and Southeast Asia, were forced into s_xual slavery to "comfort" Japanese soldiers during the war. They were often sent to the front lines, treated incredibly harshly, and massacred at the end of the war to hide the evidence. I'm not supporting hate towards Japan. The government has already apologized and paid reparation to the comfort women hurt during World War II. This shows humility and is a good example of how atrocities during war should be dealt with. This poem was just a thought I had while studying history and visiting World War II museums.
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