#submarine
Submarine sailing
subaqueous submersion
floating through darkness
resisting radar
circumnavigating sonar
avoiding armada armageddon
torpedoes armed already
silent running stealth mode
eliminating unnecessary sound
surveilling would-be attackers.
Submarine suffering
sapphire scenery brings beauty
obscuring obsidian vanishes viewing
blinding black proximity paranoia
observing the unknown
behind titanium walls
contending colossal tentacles
extending from my kraken mind.
Caterpillar crawl
underwater undulation
supplies sparse
a city is needed
shore seems nice
party port
reconnaissance recognized
rejection redeployed
pebbles tossed in the ocean
sink to the bottom
but never die
and start submarine sailing.
Mar 29, 2020
Mar 29, 2020 at 11:00 PM UTC
Its a really hard place to live
When you got no submarine
When you got nowhere to go
Out of this crazy rushed world
People are in so fast flow
That a simple Bernoulli law
Is forcing you to be same
And you got noone else to blame
When Im sitting in my secret place
World is flowing very fast
I see just bloom of your face
While you running your last race
My mind , Is just like a sponge
Soaking and soaking for so much time
Then in worst scenario exploding
throwing Debris in non deterministic lines
Im okay mom , im okay
My head is just not the same
And I just need an open air
To get little more of oxygen
Im okay mom , im okay
But sometimes is it not a fair
I do see, you want to stare
Sometimes i wish ,That you dont care
Im okay dad , Im okay
I Hope you got someone to blame
Dont blame yourself , please dont blame
Cause it would be my cross to wear
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 10:03 AM UTC
Hell shimmies when I am blunted ;
When I take a knock to the senses
When I am skinless,
singing stings
and misdirected by pain
If I had trained better
I'd be deep sea
Sussing distant messages
Operating with slight tremors, vocals and movement
and only when correct...
I'd be home
I'd be instrument
Not an act
Not a pet to society
No mood fool ;
flaked,
flooded
and littered
Rapped at by experiences
Attack reacting
An embarrassment
Watching my own pattern spooling
the same sums
and spoiling with repetition
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 11:29 PM UTC
i can't wait until i fit into these boots.
my ankles sprouting forward, into adulthood.
it never occurred to me
that i might have to buy my daughter a pet
so she can watch it die.
there's nothing scarier in this world
than falling in love with anything you know wont last.
the hardest lessons are the ones
we know we have to teach ourselves.
i dont know how to thank you lord
because i dont know if youre there.
Mar 27, 2018
Mar 27, 2018 at 1:59 AM UTC
Pressed perfect leaflet papers
printed in black-and-white.
Squares of thin tree bark
scattered on the table.
Your warm, rough hands
fitted in tight gloves.
Your wide smile
teeth like pearls all
clustered nicely and
I can't help but swell
a bit inside
admiring
the twist of your lips
and the flicks of your eyes
with a nose that changes
shape in the light.
But it's not your face
that intrigues but
the ***** in between
the space of skull
called a brain
which you use, delightfully so
expansive and ever expanding.
You have an eager fondness
for learning and retaining information
and it arouses me.
Like the frailty
of those printed papers
my tenderness
for you
envelopes, caressing
your knowledge like
a streamline submarine
diving through dark waters
slippery and unafraid
to get wet.
Jan 24, 2017
Jan 24, 2017 at 1:10 AM UTC
If I take a
d
i
p
in the seas
of your
eyes
whatever will happen
if I
s
i
n
k
?
will I tumble head
first
to a watery demise
in a submerged smoke
of oceanic ink
or what happens if I
s e e p
through the cracks in our
flaws - sorry
*floors
?
will my reckless f
a
l
l
be cut
short
or will I
sink
& sink
& sink
some more;
drifting through sub-marine thought?
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 8:48 PM UTC