come join come join
Celebrate celebrate
Fall in fall in
Join us join us
_
Be my follower
Just a consumer
Be my friend
Follow the trend
_
I should kill. I should.
It's what I should do.
_
Be my advocate
Driven by fate
Be my believer
I'm your deceiver
_
It's what I planned to do
when I set out.
To kill and feed my bloodlust
before it burns.
_
Are we is we instoppable
how
_
I really should.
_
Now we stand
is where we are
_
Before the desire to kill
is overshadowed
by the need to tear
my own skin,
bare my flesh and—
_
Are we where
is stand we now
_
But as I stand here
looking at the the—
resting in this—ward,
I question my need.
_
How
Instoppable we is we are
_
I question
the need to reach
into one of those—
and extinguish the fire of life.
_
To take from the—
what I see fit.
_
I question—
_
But as the knife cuts the tubing
keeping those beautiful—
bags of hope alive,
_
I feel
an unsettling calmness
_
every time
I
take
—
Hive (mind)
Hive
(hive)
(One)
mind
mined
mine
Moral
D
E
Scend
Justice
fails
fail
fall
—
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Paul Stewart
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The Salt in her Voice
The myth says mermaids sing to lure sailors to their death. But why? The ocean is huge. Only 5 percent has been discovered by man. Why would a creature of the sea with that much space to roam ever care about the fate of men on ships? The answer, as it turns out, is not a simple one at all. The truth about the myth is older than the tides. Long ago before the first ship ever cut across the surface, the sea made a pact with the sky. The sky would take the souls of the drowned. Anyone who died in storms or any quiet accidents of the deep would have their soul lifted upward to the Heavens while the bodies would remain below, feeding the oceans endless hunger. The greedy sea however wanted more souls than the sky would claim. So it created mermaids. It gave them beautiful voices woven from currents and moonlight. It commanded them to sing. "Bring forth the ones who float where they should sink." it instructed them. So they did. They never killed out of malice but out of obligation. They sung to summon, not to seduce. A mermaid's voice could loosen the tether between the body and soul, making any man step willingly into the water. The sea would take the body and the sky would take the soul. Balance maintained.
By Sara Wilson7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (2)
Indescribable in a good sense of the word. Good job.
Maybe I shouldn't listen to music while I read your poems, Paul. I catch myself singing the verses... Great poem, once again