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I stood in the middle of the workshop, sweat dripping down my face.
“Giving up already?”
I ignored their voices, taunting, smug satisfaction that I COULDN’T do it, that I WOULDN’T be able to do it.
» Posted By Fish On 02.23.2016 @ 6:48 pm
I stood outside the club, the bass pounding to the rhythm of my heartbeat as I looked at my dingy surroundings. Coming here was a mistake, the fake ID was a mistake, but that doesn’t mean that I regret it.
» Posted By Fish On 02.14.2016 @ 11:11 pm
one time my shoulder hit something and i said ow. then my cat meowed at me and i smiled.
» Posted By fish On 05.15.2013 @ 9:07 am
Magic is wicked crazy yo
» Posted By fish On 05.14.2013 @ 11:27 am
Magic is crazzyyy cooll man
» Posted By fish On 05.14.2013 @ 11:24 am
Pouring from the cup
Too fine to measure
But all is consumed
No elixir brings content
Is a mess in the kitchen.
You’re using my toothbrush
I can tell
The mint scent pouring from your breath
Has changed from Long cut spearmint
To sweet peppermint,
I won’t mention a thing.
Ginger and almonds for breakfast
Honey and whiskey to start the day.
» Posted By fish On 11.19.2012 @ 4:19 pm
There’s more than just art
There is a craft.
Not sure what mine is,
But you know yours.
Surfing for information
A book on tape to sing me to sleep
Light one for me,
I will close my eyes and search tomorrow.
» Posted By fish On 11.13.2012 @ 3:53 pm
It’ll kill you.
I mean, that’s obvious, but it kills your skin and teeth and fingers. It makes your breath smell like death, too. But I’ve learned not to, at least. From those who do.
» Posted By Fish On 07.16.2011 @ 10:07 pm
Acoustic is natural wood? acoustic means halls. echos. great music. voices. john butler trio. immersed. worship. beltway baptist… i appreciate how the most beautiful of noises are acoustic
» Posted By Fish On 04.18.2011 @ 5:58 pm
I like your tune,
Twing twang and
Everything in between.
I like your nature,
That beautiful soul
pouring from your lips.
You invite me on stage.
I’ll stay here in the crowd
Dancing with strangers, adoring.
Acoustic notes and lies.
» Posted By fish On 04.18.2011 @ 2:34 pm
Rising Moon. rising mood,
Drifting north,then floating west.
There’s a stomp in your rhythm.
you dance the days away,
sinking or soaring
the example you set
will always glide
beneath the surface.
» Posted By fish On 03.05.2011 @ 7:16 pm
Basically all I need
is a tall glass of weed,
a little bit of tp,
and a blue sky.
» Posted By fish On 03.02.2011 @ 7:38 am
Outlet malls and cement sidewalks
Back to school and out to lunch
Hiking trails and wind blown trees
You can wear sequence if you want
Let it out
» Posted By fish On 02.21.2011 @ 7:15 pm
Chocolate and flowers are not for me.
I like weed and surprises.
» Posted By fish On 02.14.2011 @ 1:13 pm
You are a lion,
But I am a bull.
You stand in the center
While I graze in the distance.
You are beautiful,
But I am a fish.
You parade through the stream
While I feel its beauty
Flowing in and out
Mind and body are connected
You are distant.
You are a coward.
» Posted By fish On 02.09.2011 @ 1:29 pm
I know you
I used to visit every day
Early before the sun even thought to rise
Late when darkness permeates the skin.
I remember that smell
The ever-changing fragrance
of victory and defeat.
I’ve moved on now
but your memories will always remain
» Posted By fish On 02.08.2011 @ 6:57 pm
There was a beep.
The doe flinches,
Raising her head away from the branch.
A twig snaps in the distance,
fog settles over the ground
and drifts further
away until the air is clear.
There is another beep, beep. beep.
One last drowsy sigh
As reality takes over inception.
» Posted By fish On 02.07.2011 @ 3:37 pm
Just an animal looking for a home
Wander with open senses
dance in the moon light, drink from a river
Enjoy the smell of your dogs breath
Panting over you’re still waking mind
Open your eyes to appreciate the sun
but if clouds fill the sky
Close your eyes and listen
to the guitar strum
No man is rich enough to buy back his past
» Posted By fish On 02.04.2011 @ 12:28 pm
sucess is what i really hope to accomplish one day unfortunatley im not there yet but myabe one day i will be ive always seen sucess as good family,friends and good living. one day ill live my dreams thats sucess dreams being realized
» Posted By Fish On 01.03.2011 @ 6:55 pm
you may weep for now.
but just remember,
the sun will come back.
the rain will fall again.
and the dirt will show it’s face
but for now,
recognize what you see,
appreciate and love.
» Posted By fish On 12.07.2010 @ 10:43 pm
Pearly and white
or tiny and falling out
fantasy and frolicking
or commitment and reality
or maybe the perfect alignment of both
no crowns or silver just the grit of compassion.
» Posted By fish On 12.06.2010 @ 4:58 pm
I get into these funks where it’s all i think about
for someone so selfish i don’t really
believe it can be so
i get lost in habits of the unknown
i don’t know where I’ll end up
but maybe you could come
or maybe you could help me get there
then out of habit
the selfishness will come back
and there’s nothing
we can do about it.
» Posted By fish On 11.22.2010 @ 9:43 am
it’s the majestic creamsicle sky
the flowing wheat grass
and the powerful mass benith you
wind through your hair
and straw through your teeth
» Posted By fish On 11.17.2010 @ 7:19 am
In the water I can breathe for a little while and sometimes I think that is my element but I gravitate toward things that hurt me I crave misery and suffering and to drown and die being something I’m not would be the pinnacle of my acheivement.
» Posted By Fish On 07.16.2010 @ 12:08 pm
the phonetics of it anyway
“god bless you”
or the ever popular, german
» Posted By fish On 08.25.2009 @ 6:40 pm
there are a lot of things that are overflowing. one thing i believe isn’t overflowing is love. everyone says that love with the right person is overflowing or never ending maybe it is true?
» Posted By fish On 11.21.2009 @ 9:33 am
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I glanced at a girl with hair blond like my mother’s was before she passed away. She was sitting at a coffee bar with a friend who was ugly as sin, and knew it. She caught me staring and I blushed, red like my mother’s blood, before she passed away.
» Posted By Fish On 01.01.1970 @ 12:00 am