#snails
The thoughts don't really go away,
They fly high, fast paced as usual.
My dear pen is still loyal, although lonelier,
I hear its sweet whispers, feigning to ignore them.
I am perhaps, the unfaithful one here,
Scared of the words, it might translate.
The clouds have been pouring for a little while,
I sit quietly by the window, covered in raindrops,
A comforting idea,
"Told you we didn't need to clean them"
Clever as ever, me is.
This is a lucky day for the tiny snails,
I witness a flock in my gardens,
Feasting generously on the lettuces.
I wonder what's on their mind, what they think,
Dancing in the rain, munching their favourite,
Do they feel happiness, are they content?
For a tiny moment, at least I seem to be,
As mis ojitos delicately wander back,
Towards my patient pen, yearning for reunion.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
My world is measured, inch by silver inch,
I do not leap, I do not even flinch.
My home, a spiral, rides upon my back,
I travel slowly on a glistening track.
Tonight, I climbed the tallest hosta leaf,
A journey that defied all disbelief,
To watch the party from my verdant spire,
And fill my tiny heart with secret fire.
I saw the Flower-Cat, so bold and grand,
The undisputed master of the land.
He dug for treasures with a happy sound,
And spread a sense of comfort all around.
His stripe, a beacon in the moon's soft light,
A slash of white against the dark of night.
I wished I had his confidence and grace,
To feel so perfectly at home in any place.
And then the Queen, the Silver-Faced and wise,
Appeared with ancient knowledge in her eyes.
She moved as if the garden were her soul,
And knew the secret name of every vole.
Her tail, a marvel, held her in the air,
A silent anchor, free of every care.
I watched her gentle, slow, and knowing smile,
And wished that I could be that wise, for just a while.
Then, from the stars, a velvet shadow fell,
And cast a truly captivating spell.
The Sky-Puppy, a dancer in the dark,
Who bore upon his wings a joyful spark.
He spoke in clicks, he laughed a silken sound,
And saw the world while hanging upside down.
He flew! He soared! A feat I'll never know,
Confined to my deliberate path below.
They gathered there, a trio of the night,
And shared their friendship in the pale moonlight.
They spoke of things I'll never understand,
Of sky and earth and all the hidden land.
I was not jealous, only filled with awe,
That I was there to witness nature's law—
The law that states that even in the dark,
A friendship can ignite a hopeful spark.
My view, a single leaf. My speed, a crawl.
And yet, tonight, I felt I saw it all.
The grandest party, not of pomp or sound,
But of the quiet love that they had found.
And as I start my journey, slow and deep,
Down the slick leaf, while all the world's asleep,
My silver trail will shine beneath the moon,
A silent poem, a forgotten tune.
A tiny testament that I was there,
A secret that the garden lets me share.
Dec 4, 2025
Dec 4, 2025 at 11:28 AM UTC
Snail, I hail
You never cease to amaze
An organism with grace
You depict the saying “ Slow and steady wins the race”
Living souls need sleep
Sleeping to dream about my dreams,I would do
Sleeping is crucial for you to survive in adverse weather conditions
Snail, I hail
Are your problems solved while asleep?
Is God sending signals to us through you?
Perseverance, patience, progress and protection
Can you see the future?because you sleep like you have something to dream about
Sleep till you dream, Snail
Jun 19, 2025
Jun 19, 2025 at 7:17 AM UTC
Harry the hedgehog and Sammy the Snail, lived together, in harmony, in the garden of a cottage called THE LAST TRAIL.
The owners of the cottage were indeed very nice. They were always putting out food for squirrels, hedgehogs’, snails and of course mice.
By day Sammy would pull his head inside his shell, which Sammy found kept him warm, very well.
Harry would pull his body in tight, making himself into a small ball.
Together Harry and Sammy would wait for night time to fall.
They would stay this way all through the day. Hidden and safe, with nothing to say.
When night time came, Harry would extend his body and shuffle his feet, wriggle his nose and walk down the path to his own rhythm and beat.
Sammy the snail would pop out his head and slide and glide along the garden path, swerving from side to side.
Together they would make their way to the vegetable bed where the owners of the cottage left some milk and soggy bread.
‘Yuk!’ thought Sammy, in his mind the owners, they weren’t being very kind.
Harry though he would stay and devour the meal while Sammy made his way to something that held better appeal.
Whilst Harry took his time consuming the soggy bread and milk. Sammy’s food choice was of another ilk.
Sammy made his way to the cabbages where he used his thousands of tiny teeth to strip the goodness from the leaves.
Bellies full Harry the Hedgehog and Sammy the snail made their way back home, leaving behind them a silvery trail.
They settled for the rest of the night, happy in each others company, waiting for tomorrow’s twilight.
When they would wake again and make their way to the vegetable bed to fill their tummies before returning to their own safe beds.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 5:51 AM UTC
the snail shells lie empty
they dried up and burnt
on the longest day
while limestone bathing lovers
chipped by fleshy hands
with great intention
don’t miss slimy snails
they are still in embrace
in stony waves
stopped and gazing
the light empties even
on the longest day
lovers and shells alike
eventually take storms
on their cheeks
Jun 20, 2021
Jun 20, 2021 at 4:46 PM UTC
He just left me there
Standing Alone in the Rain
Like Pond Snails
Crying in the saucpan.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 1:45 PM UTC
i have baby snails in a terrarium
i often think i am a bad person
but today i got so worried that i would hurt one of them by accident i cried
i think
i might be an okay person
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 2:44 PM UTC
Media Outlet:
“I just heard the biggest load of ******** today,
This guy had a lot of crazy **** to say.
He was kissing his wife, who suddenly changed form in front of him.
Looking like a scaly, grey-skinned Asian grandma with Kardasian lips, a watermelon for a head, and eyes as black as holes.
He claims not only have these aliens infiltrated our government, but they have infiltrated his love life as well.
The alien apparently knocked him the **** out, and he could not remember much after that.
Then a week later he was found *** naked in the middle of the scorching Sahara desert, baked like a **** in the over turned up way too **** high.
Well if that ain't the biggest load of ******** you people have read today then I don't know what is”.
The Public:
“He is insane!
He is crazy!
If he was a drug he would have been snorted up by the embodiment of *******
It's like he wrote a script for a b-rated sci-fi movie!”
---
Podcast Host:
“And we are live.
Welcome to the Misfits show.
It is a pleasure to have you joining us today.
Now we were hesitant about bringing you on here becaus-”
Guest:
“Because my name has been demonized by the mainstream media,
literally hundreds, no, thousands, no, millions of articles have been coming out against me, calling me a schizophrenic!”
Podcast Host:
“Yeah, like.....just the other day I saw an article calling you the pinnacle of conspiracy theorists”.
Guest:
“Oh yeah, these people love to **** in the wind, but get shocked when their shoes get all wet.
I am the ******* hurricane that is going to blow all their **** back onto their piggy skins, I am not taking anyone's ****
Podcast Host:
“Okay....so how do you defend yourself against these claims?”
Guest:
“Well I ain't gonna lie, you will need to get comfortable for this, because you are in for a ride”.
Podcast Host:
“Um okay, let's hear it then”.
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You got to believe me when I tell you this story,
it has been removed from our history.
Stay away from that ******* kitty litter,
Don't want no demon cat possessing you and turning you into a crazy cat lady now.
Keep your children away from the kitty litter.
It is making the grass hoppers suicidal,
Got the birds ******** out decomposed snails for other snails to eat to repeat it's cycle.
Don't let it get into your children's heads!
The samurai warriors at the top have grown big *** human tissue farms.
Got cows producing human milk and spiders turning their guts into armour.
They are planting embryos into cows, creating these cow people, striping them of their human rights.
Slaughtering them, putting them on a harvest table for the Buddhists to eat up.
These aliens created the TV, the radio, and the ******* blade runners.
Just so they can get us out of the picture.
They want to play god.
They are at war with our creator.
There is a post human era approaching,
a deal has been struck,
with the shapeshifting transgender lizard people from outerspace!
They got us high on the space winds,
melting minds in a microwave.
I can feel the calming vibrations coming through when blood hits the ground!
Don't call me a schizophrenic!
Let me tell you what a schizophrenic is!
A ****** thinks the sun is following him and that his dog is a government spy.
Question everything that you see,
The universe is infinite,
so don't think you have it all figured out.
You call me crazy!
But you are the one that is crazy!
You are trying to silent me!
Well I will not go down quietly!
You can't half **** this, you have to go ***** deep to find the information.
Now let me continue.
Why would they waste seven pounds of meat?
These little ***** of flesh.
They are keeping them alive and stealing their ******* organs, man.
****** had witches surrounding him and ****
doing rituals and **** to bring in these big titted alien women,
Smelling the blood of the sacrifice and gobbling it up like ******* sharks.
They seduced little ****** with a big space ship and he just kept bringing them in.
This world is run by demons!
Only the elves can see them.
They stop their hearts to talk to them.
They come out knowing more than any scientist.
These elves can see a future,
a future that doesn't involve us,
they are trying to **** us!
Pin pricked with needles!
Brain drain through cell phone towers!
Microwaved human embryos!
They are softly killing us!
Wake the **** up!
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Podcast Host:
“..............and that is a wrap, thank you for coming out and sharing that with us. It was really something”
Guest:
“No problem, man. Thank you for having me”
Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 8:43 PM UTC
Clean fresh bottles
Forgetting Clothing
Quiet fire
Stealing fame
Juggling ducks
Chosen snails
Grounded coffee
Tattered library
Dangerous love
Innocent letters
Sep 22, 2016
Sep 22, 2016 at 6:22 PM UTC
you are just a soul
your skin is just a shell
you are just a snail
if you leave your shell you will die
we are all just snails
it just takes somebody to stamp on us
to release us
but our souls will wander the earth alone
being chased by snails
hard as we try
our communications will fail
snails are afraid of souls
we will be rejected
souls are better off alone
Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 1:30 PM UTC