I was once a fisherman Hunting the sun With full intention Of spearing the stars That followed. But then you came. Suddenly, fishing became to dangerous. Suddenly, I was in need of protection From the same heat I felt at the end of my spear Thousands of times before. Suddenly, The world I knew so well, And called "Home", Became filled with nothing But cautions, dangers, and threats. I was once a fisherman, yes, But once you came And reformed my land, And stole my stars, I had no choice But to push my hunts underground.
The sun will be mine once more. Once we have enough fuel, I'll ignite the map, And reclaim the now screaming world From under your thumb.
Soft melodies of the deep sea echo Moonlight dances on my pretty scales And icy bubbles whirl under my vest 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 Who's face was 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.
your voice is a curse that i can never get rid of. it entices me, pulls me in until there is no more rope to be held and you have to throw me back out again just to reel me in once more so you can speak to me with your voice made of poison.
connected to the end of a fishing line, pulled by a hook the eye, reeled onto the deck by a strong grip, lashing out against every touch, try to hold me down and still my movements, screaming for air while swallowing nothing, soon limp i'm tossed aside as you go back to the reel, pray that others will see my blood on; your hook in disguise
A rope does not know its strands until it unravels. Crazy unfurls as a cable overwhelmed by tension. Braids to maintain are woven as need arises, and are not prepared. My sanity is an anchor renewed, while my instability is the eroding product of a millennium of crashing tides. What knots do I need to know to endure the waves ahead? I fear I will never be a fisherman.
I didn't need a lure Not even a hook Bait didn't pay a role No net, no knots, no pole You simply walked into my life You threw your arms around me A squeeze ever so tight Tight enough to free the unlit cigarette from my jaw It sailed softly to the ground As if to say "You won't need me anymore, that girl is here to stay" And sure enough you did proclaim I've never been much of a fisherman but somehow I still caught you