six word memoirs

a change of space is needed

live and re-live

people as anti-social as i
follow the social code
walk with heads down
look past everyone
people move
the halls breath
in and out
dirty water gathers
fills
overflows
how trivial
what meaning
no one lends a helping hand
currents lead us to our destined nation
open waters
baited with all that we fear
some float
some sink
never to be seen again
the divers salvage what they can
the lifetimes ago
only to live it again

anew

running with the waves like wild horess of the sea
tread atop the undertow
or fall beneath her feet
enamored by the flecks of gold that dance atop her skin
i follow like the piper
lost and found her wryful grin


like a playful child i am washed up by the waves
water slipping off my skin
getting lapped up by the fray
my body quivers as i watch the castles shifting in the clouds
i build my life upon the sand
amidst the crashing sounds


pale and shovel in hand
ignorance lives out this child's dream
the tide comes in
engulfs my world
my pain is washed back to the sea
so tired i tread
i try to keep my head above the murky blue
slowly slip beneath the surface
drift to death
a life
anew