Island Life

I wrote this on a plane

Lonely stranger holding my arms in the depth;

Strung up by my heart for the seagulls to screech at;

 

I mail my valentines in their scaley claws to unknown lovers;

Writing names in the sand with my toes;

 

There's no limit to the days ticked off on driftwood calanders;

Crabs scuttle away sideways at my presence and their glass bead eyes expose my nudity;

 

Echos return to me from caves and mountains, relics of the past, woes cried out to the ocean floor;

No rescue mission or sobbing relatives, no last 'goodbye's to the world.

 

copywrite 2008 Lyndsay Castro

Author's Note

I didn't put any work into this.

Reviews

[alyssa]

WOW!!! for little work it's reallly really good!!

[Chaos]

I think the idea is beginning to form nicely. If you put more more into this piece, I'm sure the powerful feeling of vulnerability would be impressive. I love the images because it beckon's me to find out more. I loved the flow this piece. Thank you for sharing.

[.::Cup^E^Cake*RaWr!*::.]

Wow it's really hard to believe you didn't put work into this because of it's pure awesomeness!!

[The_emo_kid]

Wow, I really like it.
It makes me feel...noticed.
Haha Nice work!!!