Space Father

Space Father

A Poem by Whales

I fly.
Flying overhead and I see the ants surrounding me.
So innocent
So vulnerable
So weak.

Sweet belly's full of anger and fear.
They don't see me.
Nobody does.
Swiftly dropping the bombs with no mercy. 
No time to think, just burning bodies in the heart of my war.

The whales drop and explode. Lighthouses of a cherry,
and arrows of water.
I see my father staring down at me
Eye's full of disgust and hope.

How sad it was to see the car go by
and bounce with the sack of organs and a beautiful mind that is gone from Independence
Days, three am, a crying boy.
A stupid, ignorant fifteen year old boy.
But i realize this. and I hope he does to. 
I hope his lighthouses guide me to the mountain of cherry's old.

His Humpback whale will take me away.
To lands of greater things,
and soon, I will be happy again.
 

© 2012 Whales


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there is a lot of metaphor in this piece..intriguing..I will have to give another read to digest it fully...but I like your style

Posted 11 Years Ago


I dont really know what to make of this is it so cryptic. But I loveit at the same time the sentences seemed to swirl around and envelpoes you in their voice. I think this was telling some kind of story.

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Whoa, that was a really nice piece right there. You had some really good imagery and great comparisons. I'm sure everyone who reads this will think of it different, but in the end will agree that it's nicely done

Posted 11 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on May 7, 2012
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Whales
Whales

Southborough, MA



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