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preservationman Jun 2019
A Bus Enthusiast who piles his buses high
This has nothing to do with I
The Fishbowl King
He is just doing his thing
Buses he loves
Every bus almost to think of
Name a bus, the Fishbowl King has
He is into Music but beyond Jazz
The Fishbowl King has over 9,000 buses in his collection
Now that is something to mention
The Fishbowl King is a man on the move
It’s has buses being his mission he wants to prove
The Fishbowl King is committed to what he has established in buses
Don’t try to change otherwise
You might be in for a surprise
You may find yourself in wanting to apologize
But that I must emphasize
Yet the Fishbowl King reigns supreme
It’s those Fishbowl buses in what I mean.
I am existing in a fishbowl, which I bid to be my life
Exposed to every eye that wishes to see
Several random bursts of emotion and personality
And swim here in my fishbowl with me

I swim here in the swift current of my feelings
No holds barred, for all to see
Expressing what so many of us feel inside every day
Not ashamed one bit, to reveal the inner me

If you ever freely choose to reveal your soul
To swim out in the open water free
You may come on and jump right in my fishbowl
And openly swim through life with me
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
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Luzita Pomé Oct 2018
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo
Moonlight dances on my pretty scales
And icy bubbles whirl under my chest
Through my slippery hair
And down into my lungs to clear the way for overflowing foam
Laughter splashes behind my lips as my anticipation rises
Waiting for a night of twisted fairy-tales and uncalled for surprises.

Shimmering bodies swarm in spirals
Grinding in unison with the waves crashing at the surface
We're anxious for overflowing foam and hidden treasures
Purple light pierces the dark like shards of crystals
Casting a ghostly shade on bulbous faces
Pressure rises as each wave surges
Whirlpools of hot breath suffocate our gills
But the sidelines are shallow
And stragglers float motionless

Hair like seaweed at the nape of his neck
Unbuttoned linen soaked and dripping
Her hollow eyes glow green
Like the jelly orbs of a fish under florescent lights
She’s pressed against a boy who has hooks for fins
Searching for the parts that are edible
Tender, Scale-less, Slippery
Nothing wrong with being the catch of the day
Right?

Bubbles rise and pop as the last melodies drown
Schools of us are begging for shiny hooks and bad decisions
A handsome boy has been smiling all the while
He’s caught in a fisherman’s net
Craving salty lips and the spell to make him a man
But fisherman don't care for little mermaids
With hearts like sea glass and no hidden treasures to steal

Sweaty fins splash and cheer
The fishbowl shatters
Sea glass spills out onto sand
We squirm and flop onto land
Gasping without air to breathe
As our mouths and ***** thoughts dry in the sun
Leaving behind fresh meat without mouths to feed.

Rainbow confetti was stuck in the grooves of my scales
Wet clothes left on the floor of a steamy bathroom
Gasping and moaning into tile
With the face of a handsome stranger
Because this meat shouldn't go to waste
And I'm drunken with desperation
For overflowing foam, jewels, and shiny hooks
But I'm just another fish in the sea
Tumbling in the waves with my rainbow confetti scales.
A school dance
Banana Nov 2015
I am God of the fishbowl,
Every reality past these water blurred walls doesn't concern me.
In my fishbowl I am heard,
I matter,
I make a difference,
There is a God,
There is a God,
There is a God,
I know because as I swim closer to the glass I see his face reflected back at me.
Jaya Gumatay  May 2013
fishbowl
Jaya Gumatay May 2013
It feels as if I’m drowning,
Waiting for someone to come and aid me,
But time keeps tick-tick-tocking away
As if it’s in a race.

I wonder if my soul is racing against other souls
To see who could outrun the other
Or who could swim more
Than the person next to them.

I wonder if my soul is determining
Whether or not
This fishbowl is worth
All the fight and struggle.

Because I like to think my brain and my heart
Are battling each other for dominance.
Battling each other to see who could outsmart the other,
To see which ***** is needed more.

They say there’s plenty of fish in the sea,
But who’s to say
That there aren’t beasts and sharks
In the tank either?

A hundred miles below the horizon
Lie creatures that haven’t been discovered.
Different,
Yet so similar to our minds.

The grey matter that nurse our ideas
And cultivate them
They hide our innermost thoughts
And dreams lay hidden under them,
Waiting for the right moment to spring up.

My feet are straddling the edge of the cliff.
My heart’s racing,
And my mind is telling me to jump,
But I’m afraid of the unknown
And I don’t know what to expect
Once I dive in.
life
Looking out the fishbowl;
The bumbling bees, buzzing to serve the ravenous queen.
little lion  Feb 2021
Fishbowl
little lion Feb 2021
My life has become a bit like a fishbowl:
the glass is thick and durable, it's supposed to
be smudge-proof, but you never fail to leave your finger-
prints behind. There are rocks at the bottom, a blend of neons:
blue and orange and pink and green and yellow, painted with the
cheap kind of paint that eventually chips away and gathers at the tip-top of the water...always mixing in with the the flimsy food flakes you toss in at mealtimes before watching with disinterested fascination as I swim to the top and sort through what's edible and what's not, as if the food is much better than the chips of paint and the dust bites that gather after a few days of sitting on the counter. My bowl stays in the sun as though the pink and purple fake plants you've given me require time spent in
the light to grow and prosper, although it is fun to check every
now and then to see how much you really care when I let
myself drift to the top of the water to bask in the glow
of either the sun or the artificial lamp that's been
placed next to my bowl. Some nights you
forget to turn it off, but I don't mind
so much because at least then I
can watch over you at night
the way you watch over
her, instead of me.
Nienke  Mar 2014
Fishbowl
Nienke Mar 2014
swimming through my head
searching for the words you said
sometimes upwards, you try to swim
but i’ll always push back
when you wanna dim

why you’re so far away
all these things we’ve to pay
why can’t we be together in the rain
or just somewhere else, somewhere
on a hell-bound train?

it seems that’s the place to be
at least for us, not totally free
why do we deserve this
i’m asking myself all the time,
but i know today it’s fine

you’re living in my head
and also tomorrow won´t be bad
as you keep swimming around
i´ll prove it, once i’m a fish too
i´ll prove, you’ll be found

— The End —