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Erian Rose Nov 2019
I see you in the sky
Like jellyfish see
The ocean's shining dew.
colorfulSmoke Sep 2019
In night’s black expanse I envy the moon while it sits.

Jumping through the night's sky scattering joy to the ground.

Wet sand finds my feet falling,
as jellyfish beg for company.
They, like my feet, miss the sea.

The tide is so cold on my toed
leaving shock waves in my head.

Wetly embraced by sea, air bubbles trace my appendages,
curious to see how silly jellyfish must find drowning.

They glow down here and die in water pulses already drowned,
to become jellified moons in a sodium-filled coffin.

Jenga blocks wish  to stack me back on the moon
but I seep in silent raptures with gelatin halos of deadly splendor.
Death Moons at the bottom of existence,
too deep to envy.

Sea smiles stretch my face skin, while wooden frowns sink.
I look up to the moon, I glow with envy,
as drowning takes its seat.
Poetress2 Apr 2019
The Boxed Jellyfish,
is the deadliest creature,
on this whole planet.
Gale L Mccoy Mar 2019
hollow me out like a jellyfish
remove my spine-heart-brain
so serine in these
celestial waters
Fiona Feb 2019
Washed up like a snack bag
The tide betrayed you

Your glassy film wobbles
A poached egg under-cooked

Mostly the water's kind
But sometimes you're left behind

And with no brain to steer
You're at its mercy

My dear
uselace Jan 2019
Floating freely by
Luminous glow surrounding
A tentacled moon
Jellyfish are beautifully deadly.
a Dec 2018
a jellyfish is an alien.
they don’t look like something that belong on earth.
they’re purple, and pink, and blue,
yet translucent.
it’s like a galaxy,
not on this planet,
yet still a part of it.
jellyfish must be from space.
they feel like jello
and if i were to brave my soul and touch a tentacle,
it would be a shock.
the ocean gets stranger the deeper you go
i can only imagine
something stranger than a jellyfish.
so there I saw,
in this group of a society
hell-bound on publicity
this young maiden, a year or so younger
Ill be honest I took a liking to her.
And we newly admitted members of this musical cult,
were placed upon the podium to present our next approach
I tried my best to project a good impression
On her and others,
on her most of all.
And I came prepared, freshly dressed,
a make-do cologne,
generously lent by a friend
to hide that hideous musk of cigarettes id spent smoking
Id say I handled things well.
With the meeting adjourned,
we all went our own ways,
surely, we'll cross paths again.
alas, a week or two later,
they gave us a duty, placing us together
and while I knew it was a task for one,
id take my chance to get her input,
work with her,
so the next time we meet,
we may converse abit more.
Was it my shyness,
a hesitation to not go out of bounds,
or just a mechanism developed from past failures,
that I made sure to stay professional.
And ive just got this wierd feeling in my chest,
and i cant tell it from one or the other,
but I guess Ive taken more than a liking
So I pause,
considering perhaps knowing more,
and so I use the magical bits in my pocket
to show me what she had shown herself to be
awaiting disappointment,
I think im more than happy,
I should be glad
i think my liking grows,
I found she writes, she sings
oh..she writes
this beautiful combination of words
molding the environment to her needs
projecting it how she likes
and that just hits...
but with each discovery my chances just...
And i painfully strangle my interest,
dimming that spark in the chest
controlling my dreams, or thoughts
whatever they may be
I know i may be reaching for a branch
higher than I can jump
and I know, the more I know
the more it grows
I think its just been too long since ive felt this way
I may as well be experiencing,
more than a feeling
but I feel as though im only craving
its just a feeling, it'll go away
atleast thats what they all say
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