"bananafish" poems
Think back to a time when the world was innocent
When the sun didn't torture
Think back to the last time your smile wasn't a lie
I bet you can't
You live in your plastic world
Where nothing can be tarnished
And a single dent in your flawless identity
Is worse then ******* the oxygen out of a child's lungs
And devouring their soul deep within your selfish throat
My identity is full of darkness
Yet it's required in your presence to find a positive light
It's exhausting to pretend, it's exhausting to see your perfect face
Because you know what I'm never going to be okay
I hate how it's okay to be happy
Because happiness is only meant to leave those who are unfortunate enough in feeling it more aware of what it is like to want to watch the life drip out of every pore that freckles their skin
How can you possibly understand?
You wont until you blow you're life away because the only time you felt pain you couldn't handle it
I guess it's just a perfect ******* day for bananafish
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Sep 17, 2010
Sep 17, 2010 at 12:23 AM UTC
11/11/1918
12/07/1941
11/22/1963
09/11/2001
catching children
before they fall from cliffs
can be tiresome
perhaps ‘tis our mission
to prevent the fall
but
we fail
slashed down by
numbers and slashes
09/11/2001
slashes, numbers
blood, sweat, and tears
mangled memories and fears
if they could only
play longer
in fields of rye
but we must blink an eye
then they grow grievances
not wings,
fall from friendly fields
and from our sight
and make the plunge
into the fiery night
if only numbers and slashes would not prevail…
Sep 11, 2012
Sep 11, 2012 at 7:44 PM UTC
How to rise to the occasion:
I have broken everything.
All of the garbage on the foggy cracked streets. Midnight starts humming softly
at first
winding over the streetlights
shimmering
off of the metallic wrappers from 7/11
My adaptability to your absence is a clear
alarm buzzer by now.
'because he was there and I was not.'
Bananafish swim in the thick of the foggy fissures
Of my new secret.
The fat boy in the drivers seat
Compliments me
"thank you."i say and
One bananafish swims faster than the others
Breaking throughout the tears
Passes the windows and rips the dashboard.
I swallow the bananafish whole
And after fat boys hands are firm and
Infatuated on my cheeks
Bananafish swims in my head violently
He is so large that he wags his tail in my stomach
Scratching at the walls of my belly
Poking his head out of my throat.
"I'm here. Let me out. Let me out."
And I hear your voice ask me if this is okay.
And I imagine all of your long fingers
Gingerly touching my cheeks.
I think of your breath asking me if this is okay.
The sax playing fat boy
makes me open my eyes again
When we pull away.
And that's when I know I've killed my bananafish.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 2:06 PM UTC