fish-sama

fish-sama 5d

Your pupils shrink,
then expand,
Boundless void at the brink of consuming
crystals of storm. I withdraw my hand
From above the cyclone: the void disappears,
the sunbeams refract, my
cerebral processes falling
short.

For my best friend, shroomlin shroomster

#storm #eyes #love #cyclone #crystals #metaphor #beauty

fish-sama Mar 17

Peanut butter

Peanut butter, window shutters flutter.
Yellow sunbeams, dusty TV, and
apathy. I lick the sweet
labor—blistered hands and twelve-hour
shifts—and I swallow, add some jam and
strawberries. Far away, exploited kids
and I don't give a ****.
I want peanut butter, pleasure, and
suffering plantations salty with
sweat and skinny families. I want
viscous apathy, yellow tragedy:
a burnt PB and J offering.

My friend told me to write about peanut butter

#exploitation #death #workers #childlabour #labor #idylic #realistic

fish-sama Mar 4

Phantom's waltz

One, two three four, five six..
Come, take a step, Christine.
My everything transfixed.
Stay, forever we'll spin.

Eight, eleven, thirteen
Wine, gunpowder, mirrors.
Love, my darling, remain!
Stay, don't leave me, stay I beg you, my light my rose my brightest everything...

Six, five four three, two one.
Pined perpetually
this monster, only
one.
Forever.

Inspired by phantom of the opera (the novel) and my personal experiences with loneliness

#loneliness #phantomoftheopera #gastonleroux #christine #phantom #opera #waltz #alone #monster

fish-sama Feb 19

Hyde

Barrage, a wired mirage
Draped across your visage,
An accusing look haunts
An eroding heart.

Return, fail to learn
An expected curse:
Another one hurt
Another deserted.

Bunker in, boys, hide in
The trenches of wretches.
File in, girls, euphoric
Isolation, historic eternity.

What? What is wrong with us?
How? How did we gain trust?
Why must they see us?
When will they leave us?
Where did I hurt them?
?

Pushing people away is a pretty annoying thing I have to get used to.

#isolation #mistakes #hurt #war #habits

fish-sama Feb 12

échec

cry. Decide to
Lie. again to
moi. Pourquoi
toi. Tried to
die?

Glory, l’amour
story. restore
la mort aqueous
encore. Tedious.
Again, Theseus?

Being distrusted because of failing even though you did so well before, tears like death in liquid form

#french #confused