CrabwiseSpindly legs cast shadows on the sandCrabwise by cougirl94
in a scuttling, solo merengue.
Left and right
and left and right again
hips and shoulders swaying
to the clattering rhythm of
rattling around beneath your exoskeleton
like the dried-up beans in a maraca.
Left and right
you stumble in your lonely, delicate
dance of one;
never quite moving forward,
and never quite moving back.
Sharp pincers and a sharper tongue
work to guard your insides,
the vulnerabilities beneath your
mottled green as the salt water
and edged with spurts of night-sky violet.
The air is thick with the taste of salt,
a musky brew of ocean and sweat
rolling down your carapace
masking any tears that might threaten
to leak through
the cracks in your armor
and pour out
into the great Atlantic.
Critique Our ThoughtsI am a jailed brain.Critique Our Thoughts by FatherGrimm
I am instincts leftover like the pasta from last night.
I am a ghost of what remains of a great idea destroyed by thought.
I am whatever remains of sex and hunting and defecating in the woods.
I am bored.
I find fleeting release in gym class and video games,
Moments where I'm engaged for short bursts and want to keep the fight going.
In gym, the struggle to strut.
In games, the dream it's all real.
It might as well be.
No wonder your kid (which I have no love for) rises in the night to sit,
Skin flickering in front of the television,
And splatter the virtual heads of other 3am sons and daughters against the virtual walls, spilling the virtual blood of their virtual enemies.
No wonder fights break out over ultimate frisbee and primal eyes shoot daggers
At the deer-in-the-headlights gaze of the jerk
Who just slapped that floating spinning hope of ten points out of the air,
And fists ball up like armadillos or rolly pollies--digging nails into your palm, like Christ.
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- My likes include (but are not limited to):
Art; hugging; frolicking barefoot through flowery meadows; kittens; rice and beans; musical theatre; being fabulously Bohemian; classic Disney music; my friends; spontaneous musical numbers/flashmobs; floofy clothing; shiny/sparkly things; politics; fairytales; poetry; literature; folklore; mythology; laughter; magic; and making people happy.
- My dislikes include (but are not limited to):
Intolerance; spiders; bad grammar; irritable people; sports (except for Quidditch); math; being underestimated; being patronized; authority figures who don't deserve and/or misuse their power; ignorance; being late (though I always am); and horror movies.