Does water feel pain,
Flowing freely in the rain, Does water feel pain, Washing your face at the end of the day, Does water feel pain, Moving in your lips to sustain, Does water feel pain.
It’s what sustains life on earth, so my question is:
does water feel pain?
You told me pain always has a endgame
I smile through the life I lived in vain. I believed them when they said the earth was flat My brain maps a circle and my thoughts mark the anomalies. If my eyes speak the language of rain My lips touch the soul who bestowed this pain. I am a basin and you are the broken plug above the drain All that is left of me is a grain.
& that is the riddle of life,
isn’t it? to be living water, a sloshing riptide that dashes itself upon the rocks, here & then gone—like all good things. like us. go headfirst into the waves, diving, diving down into the murky dark where fear once lived, now a barren sea cavern, a mausoleum made to collapse. but know it is no place to rest, my dear. swim further, let the salt carry us somewhere that our tired bodies can call a home. where the waves sing a sweet whale song & we sleep, we sleep, we sleep.
The humming rush of water
Is hypnotizing me The songs of lonely birds All perched on separate trees The soft rattling The brush of vibrant leaves All pull a string that's deeply Planted in the roots of me Chiming along I am a lonely bird Perched upon a tree Where no one sees Crying out I sing with the clouds Wings lifted Ready to flee Tentatively brush dark leaves With muster I push on to see Where this overgrown path will lead Lungs filled Intoxicated On the fresh Breeze. So drawn I push forward What do I see But a small part Of what appears to be me I step forward One more time I am longing To see Where this Path Will Lead Do I continue Will I succeed Do I push forward Do I proceed Am I lost inside This lonely forest Do I hide Where no one sees Do I wait alone Where the silence lulls me to hypnotic tones Of lonely birds shown perched upon a tree
i thought of you
as i sat on the floor of the ocean i could hear you "open your eyes" oh, the serendipitous sights i would see! if only i would listen to you "just breathe in" i had yet not dared to inhale my lungs had started to burn — a breath would surely suffice. i felt you in every inch of my body in places that i did not want you that i had never invited you the pressure was great there, on the floor of the ocean i console myself now: perhaps he never knew of what he spoke perhaps you still do not know or worse perhaps you knew all along
I know I can't hold you,
You're slipping through my fingers. But still I m proceeding to you, And time tries to linger. I know I can't hold you, You're like a water. But still trying to absorb you I am feeling like a blotter. I know I can't hold you, As I am loosing my grip. Hey! Gotta hold on your smile, Or I might get slip .
what for the shallow waters
that we called love? the kiddie pools that kept our tears salty? we should have looked on to bigger whirlpools and stormy seas with welling gratitude for our wading pools instead, there we splashed like children, making believe that our ships were sinking that we were drowning that we had to save each other it was long overdue when i stood up stepped out and dried myself off a lifetime ago
it was easy to pretend
the ocean water was filled with sugar as she watched the waves from the safety of the shore but the tides rose water swirled around her legs and the crashing wave of reality was inevitable it knocked her down she dug her fingers into the sand feeling the salt burn her eyes lungs throat she could have cried she could have laid on her back waiting for the next wave to overtake her instead she stood gracefully stepped serenely back to shore and asked the sea what more it could take from her