A fish out of water is dead,
unlike the famous expression
where it just means uncomfortable.
Fish can’t survive without water.
Water is survival for fish-
a fish out of water is dead.
Their small gills fill with oxygen-
that is how they breathe in and out.
The fishes' food is in water
algae- red, green, brown, other fish.
A fish out of water is dead,
cause water means food, food is life.
It may be home to predators,
it may host gatherings for trash,
humans might go fishing there, but
a fish out of water is dead.
am I more valid when I am in water
I am apt to explore outside my bubble
a gurgle of spoken word
unknown
on my scales the weight
of air
I swim
through the sky
the dream
scares the girl
for me it’s divine
‘fore I reach the pinnacle
she’s pinched
liquid eyes open
to prison of glass
the hydrophilic Mr. Limpet leaps - fishing for a better life
1/24/2021
*1964 movie The Incredible Mr. Limpet
Keeping me hooked like a fish out of water.
On invisible line, i cant see.
You keep pulling harder.
When you first baited me in, giving me what i wanted.
Just to toy with my heart.
You threw me back into the water.
Reeling me in closer,
Almost so i could touch.
Just to hear those horrible words
You arent good enough.
Back to where it started.
Where i first learned to swim.
Lead me to another boat
With better fisherman.
No need for apologies.
Dont even bother.
My life is served at its best
Like a fish out of water.
lying in bed thinking
like a lump fish out of water
gasping for air
I I watch as you lay like a fish with no water.
Scales open and close with fury and violence
Yet, nothing in return
"Like so is life", you say
Still gasping; Still searching
Eternal search, yet infinitely barren
Always, yielding nothing in return.
You continue, though you grow tired.
You are relentless, yet hopeless;
Dreaming of peace, always.
A hint now barely seen to a naked eye.
You suffocate and you smother.
Certain, this infinite search steals your very air.
You gasp as you pray, and yet nothing in return.
Only destruction awaits you. Your destruction; self destruction
Though you are certain the search steals your very air, you search on.
You fear suffocation, yet, you know it to be your fate;
Inevitable it is.
You gasp as you pray and yet nothing comes
Your final cry of sadness
One final search;
Only to find nothing.
You know this madness.
For we are of too likeness.
After the inhalation of all my burdens,
I exhale,
In the coldness of my breath - a mist containing all my dreams.
Lying half awake on the seashore, silent, reminiscing under the sun's beams...
...I was swimming in the current near the trenches,
back stroking til I was pulled by the ocean -
who rebuked my great escape.
Trapped in the gravity of an island paradise with a beautiful face.
Enjoying the times,
finding peace underneath its coral reef.
until a single tidal wave of defeat - left me
helpless in the sand along its beach.
Without you in my life Oh again and again
Like fish out of water my heart is having pain
I am keen to go out of your sight so very much
But fate brings me to you and doesn’t let me touch
I try to forget you but you are like glue
That sticks on my soul so I can’t forget you
My eyes suffuse with tears every now and then
When I think you are the ink and I am a pen
Floundering on the shore
Of a new-found land
Couldn't breathe air
Til I landed on sand
Purely by accident
Not by my hand
Purely by accident
Can't understand.
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