sea lily

i never had a problem before
with my insides.
i always felt my body was the hardest to love.
now strangers can't help but touch...
at my mind
their eyes go blank
and their lips continue to seek.
they don't want to know what i believe.
or what my soul needs.
so to them i am the sea lily
mute on the sea floor.
they probe my flesh
wanting more,
and more,
and more.

Reviews

[.ronald.039.]

you have a unique and, honestly, incredible meter to your poems. ive checked out a few of them and i find myself more and more impressed the more and more i read. i always struggled with poetry, but i dig your work. theres something really plain and honest about them, and thats what makes them so deep and complex. this poem is dripping with honesty and i envy that in your work. really good stuff.

are you published anywhere?

[Zeitgeist Manifesto]

This poem made me feel dehumanized. It gave me chills. It made me just want to grab ahold of you and scream, You ARE a person. Sometimes all a person needs is someone to listen. I find it ironic that a person could get through another day by taking out a paper and pen and confiding in themself. It also made me think of women who survive by offering "favors" for money. What unrepairable mental damage is being done after each meeting with a stranger. This poem brought many things to my imagination and attention, but most of all, the pain that is felt when one wishes to matter to someone, but does not have any evidence that they do. This poem is almost philosophical in nature. This is excellent writing with the unmistakable branding of Sea Lilly emotion.