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Fish
I. I see fish in my thoughts. Their bones spread out. Carved underneath a hollow space of soft tissue. I nestle myself there. Weeks I waited to go fishing with my grandpa. Tackle boxes much like coolers used to carry body parts. Boy from next door running out to us. We sit in the back. My brother, sister and I. Glances from the neighborhood boy pull me as we pull worms back on pointy hooks. His eyes like cockroaches crawling up my legs. He moved near and then away. My brother next to me checks my rod. Grandpa pulls hooks out of fat lipped brown fish. I see the boy from the neighborhood coming. He is almost on top of me hand squeezing up my shirt. A fish moves at my feet willing opens its mouth takes in my worm. It is silver. I watch as eyes begin to turn glossy (like fancy magazines you read but don’t buy) then I am bending down and turning away from the boy. There is a jolt in my hand. A movement of unhooking. And the fish is gone.
By Samantha Williams8 years ago in Poets
Mental Vomit and Pessimistic Shit
if only we knew as children when our elders claimed truths only elder would be able to know threw living were true. if we only knew. if we did know would it be different. would things have drastically changed or would we be doomed to make the same decisions same mistakes. would it be better or would it be worse?
By Jenna Stonebarger8 years ago in Poets
Rations and Aeroplanes
Her mother threw birthday parties on rationing cards,dressed three children in the living room curtains,and sent them to bed with a kiss on the forehead.Her father only lived in the stories,the captain that went down with his ship,the war hero.
By Andrea Wold Johansen8 years ago in Poets
Shining Star
Shining star that shines bright in the night sky. How I wish my heart shone like a star. My heart needs to know it can shine brighter than a star. When a star shines down on me does that mean love is surrounding me with its shine? No one should ever fear the shine that's inside of our hearts. One day a star will lose its shine and will fall. Inside of our hearts it will never lose its shine. A shining star that shines be bright in the night sky. I look upon a star knowing wish came true. My heart can shine bright than a star. Thank you for making me shine.
By Samantha Harris8 years ago in Poets
