Fish Eating and Shitting

Broken shards of a mirror

And a sinking feeling

That takes me deep, deep down

To the bottom of the sea

Air bubbles of memories rise around me

I look closer, and see memories

Memories of all of them and all of me

My missed opportunities

Deeper and deeper I sink

Until I hit the seafloor

And, what is beauty but trickery?

What is sight but endless anxiety

All those that possess it

Give fear and feel fear

On and on

The circle spins

Gentle whispers roll about me

The rolling beat of the currents

Tossing me this way and that

The fish smell me out

And come for me

Ready to take me into their stomachs

To eat and shit, eat and shit me out

Over and over

Until I am a part of every single fish

I can see through their eyes

And I do see misery

I see myself a thousand billion times

And my heart aches, it aches

A thousand billion times, I wish I could throw this link between all my selves

But I can’t stop living, and they won’t stop eating and shitting

The Shingle Beach – Robert James Berry

I remember the shingle beach and the sand hills pocked with warrens and the way we scampered making mini-avalanches, summoning enough noise to forbid the sea from her crashing. Then Mother would call us in, towel us dry, and the surf would re-instate her thunder and the candles would gutter as we dreamed.

via The Shingle Beach — Robert James Berry

Reminds me of childhood..

My Girl’s food blog!

I wanna have a food blog. Like I just really, really want to be creative enough to come up with recipes and also I’m very distracted because the spider nesting outside my window just disappeared and it is stressing me out. So yeah, it is a pretty sad picture I’m going to pain here, but […]

via Chaotic kitchen — jellyfishzone

My girlfriends a brilliant cook and she’s finally having the confidence to put herself out there, if you’re looking for some good shit please keep an eye on her, preferably two. Hopefully her food blogging starts soon! We all wait in anticipation.

A Filled Cage

He’s lost her now

The venom festers within him

Throughout all these years

You can see it glowing

 

It came spewing from his mouth

Sweating through his pores

Leaking from his ears

Travelling through the passages

In his body

Almost undetected

 

Until all he is

Is a frail, crumbling cage

With stapled paper skin

Filled to the brim with poison