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miki Sep 2018
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.

i can never tell who’s worse.
me.
or you.
carminayasmin Aug 2018
tied by a rock her heart sunk to the bottom of the seabed.
it decayed for a time and it whithered amongst reflections what lingered in the waters.
one morning she cut loose
but no longer could float.
jan ‘17 adaptations
pri Aug 2018
my treasure map on your skin
-soft stars and dots,
i connect them with my fingers,
and they become constellations.

and your voice, my fingers,
playing a soft melody,
as i drown in you.

a thousand dancers -we watch them,
and i ask them to dance for you,
they swirl and laugh and then
they disappear.

i wait for the music to start before i say my words,
because then, only then,
maybe then they’ll be worth it.

if only i could convince you to stay,
because you make me feel lonely
-suddenly i can hear the soft moan of the sea,
see the waves dance to it’s voice.

and now i ache,
because as time passes,
your song grows weak.

your voice and my song, it’s being swallowed
among all those other ones,
more beautiful than my call to you.

and now that you’re gone, i hear them
those drums of the sea,
the angry clashes that make the storm that brought me to you.

and now i hear it, the sorrowful moans,
beneath the soft songs that all those lovers sang,
that day we fell in love.
based on the song mermaid (by train)
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
The blue moonlight is winking
                                over the cool ocean and I am
                  wrapped in shadows

The howling winds will soon
                                 emerge and calm the grumble
  of the earth.

  I can hear the humans laugh,
                                walking side by side, hand in
                                             hand, and the light of the moon        
            caresses the sands

           How each of their steps commands
                                   nothing but passion and in my
                                           own small arms, are still and tiny    
griefs          

             The night spreads around smoothly
                                      and the skies are full of birds pre-
                                destined to pass and reach the
Heavens      

      There I am, in the sea, seeing the
                                    humans dance happy upon the
                                               sands. So many lives, so many            
       stories above...

With no notion of the stories, light and dark,
that lay below.
Somewhat of a continuation of my poem, Phoenix
I'm still feeling a little low but not as low as yesterday which is why I haven't posted much today. But I wanted to say thank you to everyone. For the kind messages both public and privately. Shout-out to Sue and Pagan Paul in particular but I am grateful and love you all.
Truly x.
I'm sorry for my...emotional breakdown.
Hopefully tomorrow will be a better day and I can get myself back on track
with each passing day.
Love you all. Thanks so much for 122 followers! ^-^
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Paul-Dieter Jul 2018
I caught a princess
From my castle above the sea.
She sat on my throne of swords
But drowned in the air I breathed.
So I took her back to the ocean,
To show the world
A queen to be,
Sitting on a throne of pearls,
Underneath the sea.
Charlie Jul 2018
The problem is you want a sensation
You're searching for sensations like they're the only reason to be alive
You need to lift your head up to something that is greater than you can imagine
You choose to wonder about a mystery that you will never solve rather than cherishing the mystery that is inside you

I don't have the power anymore to hope
Everyday i'm hoping that you're going to understand that i can be your sensation
I am a mermaid that was sent to guard you for the rest of your life and everyone can't help it but listen to my songs except you
I can't look you in the eye anymore while knowing that you're throwing away the greatest gift you ever received

Someday you're going to realize that a sensation is nothing but the shadow of a door crack
You're going to turn around and expect me to be more than that
but your mind has already turned me into something that you can use to outrun your fear of being alone
Tizwas Jun 2018
At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their tan in the midday sun.

Now it's rare to see a mermaid, and you may never again,
so to see a whole shoal is a rareness x 10.
But this is what happened, or so it is told,
to a young keen explorer who was both handsome and bold.

When sailing alone he encountered a storm,
his boat then capsized,  he was stranded, forlorn.
For day after day he sat atop of his hull,
until at last he was visited by a sizeable seagull.

He thought; "Land must be near, of that I am sure,
for a seagull this fat can't be far from a shore"

Then suddenly, beside him did a mermaid appear,
she said; "I'm here to save you, so please do not fear"
"Climb on my back and I'll take you to land"
and a short swim later his feet were on sand.

Swimming before him was a sea full of beauties,
he'd never seen cuties with fins on their booties.
With their flawless skin and long flowing hair,
and sunkissed bodies so tanned and so bare.

The mermaid said;
"My name is Christina-or Queen Tina for short,
and my sisters and I welcome you to our shores"
"I am called Tim" replied the hansome young chap,
"But I did not see your island marked on any a map."

"We've lived here for centuries in quiet seclusion,
and saved the life of the odd shipwrecked human.
My sister's and I will cater your needs,
we'll make a tent of a tree and a bed of seaweeds.

The explorer thought he could get use to this,
and began to forget she was  half-woman half-fish.
In fact, young Timmy was falling in love,
as they slept on the beach with the night stars above.

They fed him on wine and the finest of food,
and Tim grew from a slim to a tubby young dude.
His shirt was now stretching, his trousers were tight,
he put on pound after pound with each bite after bite.

Months had gone by and tubby Timmy was bored,
day after day living life as a Lord.
He was missing his life of sailing and discovering,
of finding lost treasures and new lands exploring.

He told the Queen one day of his needs and his yearns,
and surprisingly the Queen understood his concerns.
She said; "I could see you were sad and exceedingly glum,
and I thought that this day would eventually come".

"We'll build you a boat, a raft or canoe,
and to say our goodbyes we'll  throw a bit of a do".
So a bonfire was lit and each mermaid did bring,
food and drink and got the party in full swing.

They bathed fat Timmy in octopus ink,
and he thought to himself "this doesn't half stink."
They then rubbed his body in garlic and honey,
Timmy thought this strange and not finding it funny.

The Queen then declared "sisters-let us sit down to eat"
The Cook asked her Queen "how would you like your meat?"

The Queen replied;
"I like my human slow-cooked on a griddle,
crisp on the outside and pink in the middle!"
julianna Jun 2018
I'm being bled dry.
The water turns a drip-drip
Over the edge.
My squirming,
Twisted mermaid legs
Shrivel in pain
I'm ugly and deformed.
I gave all I had to give.
So I'm bleeding
And screaming
In this bathtub prison,
But no one will find me here.
Inspired by the song Bathtub Mermaid by Mili... I'm feeling bled dry, stuck in a bathtub. As if I have nothing left to give and I'm just waiting for an end to my slow death.
Jeff Gaines Jun 2018
Hello everyone,

  I'm so very sorry … I feel horrible doing this, but I have no choice. You see, I have published my first book on Amazon/Kindle! This piece (and many others) had to be taken down because they do not allow published material to be available online for free. (Go figure) I wanted to leave the shell of the posts because I felt compelled to leave all your helpful and loving comments. (Silly sentimental, I know), but I also didn't want to just have the pieces disappear without an explanation. I feel bad enough as it is!

  I owe ALL of you so, SO much for all of your reads, love, and support. It was YOU that gave me the gumption to FINALLY get off my **** and publish! Thank you all for the warm comments, camaraderie, and encouragement! I will still be here, reading, uploading and just being the Rascal that I am. How could I EVER leave you guys?

  The book is called “The Way I See It – FictionPhilosophySoul Food” and it will be FREE for the first few days on Kindle Select, so watch for it, if you are interested. I hope that you go and grab it. If you do, I would also hope that you find it worthy, you would leave me a good review. That will help me get in the public eye! Soon afterward (2-3 days or so), it will be available in paperback. I will be building my Author page tonight (12/21/2018) and my website finished first thing Monday!

Find the book(s) here: www.amazon.com/author/jeff.gaines

Or find the book(s), and all about me, here: www.JeffGaines.world

  Soon after, I also hope to have my first novel (a supernatural thriller), called “Wanderer” available as well!

  Wish me luck!
Big, Biggest Love,
        Jeff Gaines
To say I've had some bad luck with women would be quite the understatement. Obviously, this is a metaphorical story about a girl that touched my life. To try and explain it all here would turn this from a short story into a novel!

So, read between the lines, ponder it deeply, read into it it any way you wish.
I simply hope you enjoyed it.

If you have a question (NOT to tell you the WHOLE story) about the piece or this new format of uploads, feel free to ask away!

BIG LOVE TO ALL!

~J
kimin May 2018
mermaid


i was happy,
my soul intoxicated euphorically
i get to talk to you, get to see you smile
my mind
It etched portraits of us
every sadness in me,
my mind ostracised
just by seeing your tall figure.
that one fight, that one fault.
i regret it till this day,
nothing was the same after that,
i wish i could swim away from this,
make you forget,
a tale of mermaid being turned to bubbles,
that's what I imagined.
I hurt you, i disappointed you.
I should turn to sea bubbles, popped when being touched,
soft and harmless,
that way,  i know
I won't hurt you,  
because everytime i try to carress you,
smile definitely paints on your face
i disappear,
but with your smile
captured on my last glance.

- kimin
to him
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