#flotsam
St. Simons Island
beached Juicy Fruit gum wrapper. . .
flotsam and jetsam
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:12 PM UTC
_Each day is broken
At the zero hour,
Splintering like a derelict,
On the craggy shoreline of the morn;
Flotsam abandoned,
To the oceans of yesterday,
The beach combed for treasure,
To keep for tomorrow._
Sep 22, 2019
Sep 22, 2019 at 3:55 PM UTC
I am drowning,
I am returned.
In the flow,
On the ebbing tide.
I am drowning,
I am returned.
Wrong-shapened and unfamiliar to myself.
Overwhelmed as much by the experience, as by my release from it.
But ready, ever ready, for the next wave.
Which may sink me - what are the chances?
Which may settle me on soft, sun-dried sand further up the line.
What are the chances?
Dec 14, 2018
Dec 14, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
There so called "flotsam"
I'm standing on millions now
Walking down the alley where I use to lay on the sidewalks
Saw the men who called me "flotsam"
But they didn't recognize me instead they complemented me on this Hermes apparel
I let them talked
Asked them where they work
They work for my company
I decided to leave
But before I left
I turned back around
I told them I'm the man that's so called "flotsam"
By the way you're fired
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:50 PM UTC
They bickered
They called me flotsam
They thought because i was homeless I didnt have the intellect to know
They called me flotsam
Am I worthless like they say
Am I debris to society
Realizing I can never think like that
Because if I did I would be dead
But I'm trying
I'm trying not to be that so called "flotsam"
Bet you I'm smarter then them
But my circumstances are inevitable
The sad life of a so called "flotsam"
Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC