A burst of indistinguishable colours
Beam up from my chest
Indescribable, and new
Replacing the old, and decrepit
Ripping and burning
Void and space
Greedily hunting down the source
To become the new light
To enable me
To paint all I see
With my own colours
From my own palette
God breakdances on the cold, hard, church floors
The worshippers clap
And the priests exclaim
Kicking, spinning, and alive
Two sets of footprints
Left in the sand
Stretching on and on
Fading from view
The gentle waves
Filling in with their paintbrushes
Painting over everything they touch
With shells, seaweed and life
A billion eyes watch from their TVs
Experiencing life behind a screen
I sip my cider and sigh:
“Life is only as hard as I make it.
It’s actually quite easy, I only have to breathe.”
I want to feel
A desperate need
And love of life
A torrent of life force
To hold me by the shoulders
And shake me, shake, shake
Until my soul leaves its lips and flies, flies
To the skies
Flitting this way and that
Feeling the sun on its wings
As it soars ever higher
Into nothingness
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
Curled up in a ball
Laying against the wall
Twiddling thumbs
Eyes all around
Staring in
Around and at
The boy who wants to be
Left alone
The crowd laughs
Circling around him
The sun goes down
And the people rise up
The fun never ends
If you’ve got the money
Down town they go
Looking for something new
Everything I thought I knew
Makes my life unbearable
My learning
Has become my torture
My happiness
Weighed down
By snarling books
One at a time
I let a book go
I feel lighter
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..
I’m drunk
And I’m spinning
Spinning to keep winning
All the numbers that are turning
The odds I’m not learning
The questions that keep shooting
And missing their marks
While I stand back and watch
Behind an expressionate fake mask
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.
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
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