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Poetic T Aug 2020
Wasn't the one that fit in,
   table to myself, an ocean
                          of pressed wood

that I float on alone....


    You know there's always a but,

Never really wanted
       my life raft of solitude.

I just look up and know
no one to obscure
       my view of life...

My ocean is a fishery of thoughts,
                                  that are mine.

Swimming into
  uncharted life choices...

But I'm fine alone,
I'll talk to the fishes
every now
and then.

But throw them back

I've finished with them..
Nina Jan 2020
There are plenty of fishes in the sea
But which one will take the bait?

You will come across so many different people
But there will only be one that is suitable for you
So it's okay to talk to a lot of guys
In order to find the right one,
There is a need for a trial and error afterall
Dharker Jan 2020
red streams
down a hide of vulnerability
exposed, dumped into the cold
eyes wide with a blurred hold
of my new found surroundings
i kick, i go deeper
the sunlight only weakens
i sink past each shade
of blue in my face
no choice do I have
but to swim with the fishes
a daunting position
due to my last name...
I wanted to write... and this happened.
sunprincess Mar 2018
A rainbow swam past,
Colorful and beautiful
tropical fishes
Rayénari Das Feb 2018
This is called
how to
go deep into sea
with harpoon
and spores of magic
for getting nothing
back  home.

Yes, because we are
and the turtles
and jellyfishes
belongs each other
as my typo
For Italia
Rick Feb 2018
There is a cat in my home, and slowly it has grown fatter from feasting on food that I own.
I go to work every day, so theres no possible way that this cat could look for pray.
Yet still, somehow, when I return, he's stuffed.
Belly filled with pizza crust he looks as if he'll bust.
Somehow he finds a way outside, where he roams to neighbors homes to fill up on old turkey bones.
Second breakfast and for lunch this hungry cat would munch, till diner came, then the game would change and just like that this cat would be back.

In the morning when I leave, this cat would beg that I come home with fishes. The begging grew bad, so I'de do exactly as she wishes. Heres the trouble: I feed her once, shes still hungry, so i feed her double. Hours of  her mighty meow. Her, just sitting there constantly, bellowing just like a cow, until I provide her with her chow. Now, I tried feeding her less and getting her to run but Im just competing with my stress when that cats not having fun. She would sit and moan, Oh the noises she'd groan as Ide remove her from the cushion she had claimed as her thrown.

After this cat had Disowned me, I had learned just like that, that infact it was actualy the cat who had owned me. See cats are a beast of nature, there a creature that can not be tampered. So when theyve been pampered and foods been delivered, you can bet a strong bet that this cat will expect to be treated with the  best packaged liver from a duck that Wal-Mart can deliver.
Rayénari Das Feb 2018
Mood: Miss Kittin & the Hacker-1000 dreams
Date: 2:09 a.m

At the end, he Smiles at me;
for a strange(r) reason
was a
with a happy
Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017
Gurgling stream,fishes
Jumped and teased,an old owl
perched on a low branch.
The poor owl was too old to snap at the fishes .He was hungry and looked longingly at the fishes.
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