Selfish Fish

Posted by eileenmaki

This poem is a piece from my new poetry chapbook, In the Feels. It is available on Amazon for $2.99 and includes 20 original pieces that have never been posted on by website before (except for the one below that I’m posting now!). You can also read it for free if you’re a Kindle Unlimited subscriber. Thanks for your support!

Selfish Fish

At what point does
your selfishness set
you free from your
guilt and disgustation?
When does your center of
gravity shift to include
someone besides yourself
someone besides anyone
but you who love
and love and love with
only your mouth.
Tell me how to go foreword
and not let the
violent current overtake
me and carry my
helpless body along the
mad ride pushing me
under the surface
where only you can
breathe, where only you
can be, can see, not me.
Swirling, twirling,
tumbling rocks dashed
on rocks with no soft
sand to land. Lend me
your hand that I may
lead you from the dark
depths of you and into
the part of you I know
can be better.

Silence

Posted by eileenmaki

It is the year 2092, 600 years after Columbus accidentally landed on what is now South American soil. Mankind has come a long way since those days of discovering new lands. the silence and natural harmony of our past has gone and been replaced with electric machines that can do things for us that we have never even tried to do for ourselves.

These machines store our memories, remind us to do things and do other things for us. They are not silent as they go about their work, beeping, bopping and booping as their processors whir and chirp their merry tunes. The sound is deafening but has become a part of our everyday lives.

Men who do not participate in their monthly silent treatment go mad as if their minds cannot stand the sound of living any longer. Some who have only missed a treatment or two can be saved. They undergo intensive in-patient silent treatments and are able to rejoin society. Some lose parts of their memories or entire sections.

Those however who let it go on for much too long are lost to us and must be silenced permanently. Those are very sad but necessary procedures. The part of their brain that allows them to process sound is removed. It’s difficult, and most patients do not survive the procedure. Those who do must live apart from others and be retrained to be a part of society again. They forget everything. They could be 60 years old and suddenly they don’t remember a thing and have to start all over.

Sometimes this is too sad and the Doctor gives them mercy.

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To Fly

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How to fly with
Clipped wings
Moving with
clumsy hesitance
unsure if they
should flap
or let the fall
happen.

Breathing
no time for thought
for times fought
with blind passion
and stone solid
convictions
no restrictions
to keep it back
to shield
to protect
a clear lane
unfettered with
life’s clear conscious.

Alive, the ever
changing world
in which we
live in makes
us want to give
up and fly.

Try every day
in every way
to be someone
who flies
but time
and again
I must rise
from the ashes
soaring high
making passes
high above all
and above all
remembering there
is something
and someone
I must do.

Mushrooms grow
and die in the
dank dark and I
prepare to live
and die in the
light if it
will have me
it it will
bathe me
in soft
fluorescent
light.

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Decide

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Banging my head
Against unmoving walls
Chasing wild geese
That have long since gone
Turning in circles
For all to see
Flying high
I can see below
Hit the ground
I just don’t know
Choices, like bees
Buzz around my head
Stinging and flying
Hurting and dying
Skin that aches
With my indecision
Stomach drops
It’s time.

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With Wings

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With wings it flies
Up into the night
Currents and rain
To fight through

Gliding and striving
with every beat
not making very
much headway

Strength wears thin
Drive dies within
can’t go as high
as I thought I could
with wings.

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Many

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How many times
Can I say I’m sorry
For something I
Did not do

How many ways
Can I show
My love for someone
Who isn’t true

How many nights
Should I lay awake
Waiting for your
Arms to hold me

As many as it takes
Too many for my sake
I shall wait
In eternity.

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Unconnected

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Tell me again, Dear Friend
How your day was
What’s happened to you
Since last we met.

I have put on my smile
And my listening ears
Yes, I’m fine
Tell me about you

I don’t know how
To make idle chatter
I never quite learned
Or got the gist

Nod and laugh
When I know it’s
Expected of me
Sip my coffee throughout

Maybe this time I
Will say something
Put a piece of myself
On display, to see

Something’s missing, Dear Friend
No, it’s not my phone
I have my keys
Right here, yes. Good.

But first I’ll listen
One more time
About your planned
Family trip to the sea.

No, I’m fine, coffee’s gone
I’d better get going.
Nice to see you
Don’t be a stranger.

Hug, wave, promise to
Feel the same as I did
Before I came,
As I sat inside.

As I sit now.
Unconnected
Uncollected
Fraying at the seams

Push my stuffing
Back inside
Sew it up again
It’s time to do

Something important.
Start the car
Turn on a radio
That I never hear

Pretend to sing along.

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Pollulate

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Michael took a step forward, his foot landing on squishy ground. He could feel heat permeating through his shoe, getting hotter the longer his foot stayed in the same spot.

Not sure if he should move or stay put Michael watched the ground around his feet begin to shake gently before soil became displaced and tiny green shoots burst forth. Looking like stalks of grass with arms, the shoots began to pollulate all around where his feet rested on the mushy surface.

“What the…” he muttered and bent down to examine the new life.

He looked closely, bending his knees so he could get close to the plants without touching them with his skin.

His breath ruffled the stalks and the tiny arms began to move and wave. The arms slowly grew longer, stretching higher and causing Michael to lean back to avoid the arms from touching his face.

The arms of the plants become long and began to wrap around Michael’s shoes. He gently tried to lift his shoe but found it stuck fast to the ground. His heart began to beat faster. Neither of his feet could be budged.

Reaching for his belt knife, Michael removed it from it’s case and bent down once more. The plant arms had completely covered his shoe by this time and as he applied his blade to the arms, the forest was filled with screams unlike any he’d heard before.

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In the Feels: A Poetry Chapbook

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Hello all!

This is a special post to let you know my Poetry Chapbook is now available on Amazon. It’s called ‘In the Feels’ and has 20 never before published, original works. These pieces reflect moments of raw emotion. My intent was to capture the power of words. My amazement at the ability to explain with writing deep sorrow or exuberant joy. I hope you connect with them on some level.

It’s available for $2.99 which is greatly appreciated if you can afford it. It helps me keep this blog going and is a big step in the right direction of showing me people enjoy my work so I should keep doing it. 🙂 Every purchase is appreciated so very much!

You can also read it for free if you subscribe to Kindle Unlimited which is a monthly subscription for around $10 each month and allows you to read tons of books for free. (Well, not free, because you paid $10, but you don’t pay for the book itself. You check it out and can check out and read lots of books for the $10 each month. I have it and I love it.) Click HERE to check it out.

I will also being running a contest later this month on my Facebook page where you can win a free copy. So make sure you like my Author Eileen Maki Facebook page so you don’t miss out on the contest.

Thank you so much for your support!

Best wishes,

~ Eileen

New Beginnings

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Moving light
I displace space
Relocating
Overthinking it all.
Breath in
Breath out
Stay calm
Feeling every molecule
Every hair on end
Each second counts
Action
Precedes reaction
A sneeze
‘Bless you.’
Open a door
To close it behind you
Give your heart
To lose it
Tiny decisions
Huge mistakes
Lead us to where
We should be
Take a breath
Take a step
And begin again.

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