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Saniaa Shah Feb 2012
At a time when I’d never seen
What chaos love creates in the mind,
I wrote a Valentine’s poem.
Chocolate and flowers won’t do, I announced.
I want a man of substance.
As if I was full of substance, me:
This silly little girl pining over boys
Instead of doing her homework.
Substance, to me, was only words
That came straight from the heart.
Those pretty ripples on the surface of the water
Embodied the essence of everything.
What gems lay on the floor of the sea,
Raw, sunken and hardly visible,
Did not matter in the least.
Today I swim about with flailing arms
Like a lost snorkeler in the deep Caribbean
Reaching out for the slightest glimmer I see.
Diamonds and pearls, please come to me!
I’ll treasure you till eternity.
But alas, it is dust sparkling in the sun
And nothing more. I find I must
Let go of my dream of spotting gleaming
Jewels floating above the ocean floor.
This silly little girl is now pining over dreams
Instead of living a dry reality.
Perhaps a man of substance has no need
In this world full of deceptive discoveries.
Perhaps chocolate and flowers can
Shroud my thoughts in their sweetness,
Just to keep me happy.
And perhaps movies are made cheesy
To reflect our shallow truth,
Wrapped in cellophane and ribbons,
Straight from the nearest Archies Gallery.
The Black Raven Jul 2014
I resurface, breaking through the barrier of the microcosm with the reality of the above world streaming in already, filled with noises and bustle. I swim away from it, further and further i swim, far away from the humdrum colossal of human touch. I put my snorkel back on, and consume myself once more in the underwater world, its bright colours and unending life intriguing me as my head darts left and right, trying to take in as much as i can, see as much as i can. Minuets turns into hours, my skin starting to shrivel, time seeming at a stand still while my body tells me it’s time to reel it in, and slide back into reality. The wind was picking up at this point, the waves starting to crash over my exposed head as i tried desperately to dive under to avoid the currents. I told myself five more minuets, i had five minuets to enjoy the last looks at this world and then i would go back. I looked sadly at this world i could never truly be apart of, loving the feel of this noise of silence. I look around at each fish,  unconcerned by my presence they continue their search for food or shelter their colours astounding me with their brightness and for a second i am disorientated by so much beauty and perfection in one small reef. I look up as another huge wave crashes down, taking my body unwillingly with it, at this point any snorkeler knows its time to go. I flip up and dive down to the coral reefs arch as i swim through and notice a lack of life around the entire reef that moments before were bustling. I have enough breath at this point to look up and see the waves above swirling and breaking above me, the ocean looking dangerously calm from my perspective. I swam quickly through the cave-like entrance away from this utopia and suddenly my entire body is slammed down and then with the last of my breath escaping i was pulled upwards with an angry blow, forcing my entire body into the top part of this coral cave. My head exploded in pain as my flipper was ripped off my foot and panicking i tilted my head backwards into the reef which now seemed angry and bothered by my long stay as an observer. Disoriented i float, out of breath, my lungs screaming for air, the snorkel nothing now but an obstruction between myself and the surface. With my one flipper i push one powerful stroke out of the corals grasp, my head pounding, my arms aching and my one leg working hard to push me to the surface. The oceans watery tendrils pulling me, begging me to let go and stay with her in this parallel world of colour and white noise. She is so convincing, her sweet song entangled my already lifeless body, as if she needs to take away the cage, it is my soul she wants. The oceans tides crash for the last time down onto the warm sand while shadows from search parties lean forward stretching, yawning, almost touching me. But i am lost, forever confined to my watery prison, the water consumes everything in its path, before its shadows fully enclose what is.
Anecandu Feb 2017
The kisses of my Rainbow Princess leave me in bliss.......
I am the perfect picture of "ex static" happiness.

The first warms like the sun on my face when I'm colder,
it keeps me in line like a Chinese Soldier.

The second in my hair makes it curls on end, I sink like a snorkeler  getting the bends.  

The third on my neck from brown caramel lips,
so deep I can feel it down in my hips.

The fourth like an Olympic diver off the tip of my nose,
it does a "Triple Lindy" and smells like a rose.

The fifth on my forehead the tongues light protrusion,
just waltzing the edge of my waking confusion.

The sixth in my right ear as sweet as sin, corkscrews in my brain like that plane in "Tailspin".

The last on each eyelid so discrete, softer and lighter than Bambi's deer feet.

And my eyes open................

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