life as a turtle.
glurp. slother. glurp glurp. step… step… step…
water. wet cold. everywhere good
fish
(snatch) miss, snatch again
got one
crunch. mash. crunchy crunch smash mash pulp swallow. bubble.
step… step… step…
bubbles bubble bubbly.
float swim slow head up breathe
warm bright
climb stop rest.
[repeat].
life as a coffee mug.
cold hard. round.
empty
grasped, lifted encircled
reflecting white, sun,
(memories)
enticing a smile.
held, steady careful.
content
pause, ? , wait
hot
stop hot stop shit fucker stop
FUCK HOT SHIT AH HOT YOU FUCKER STOP THAT SHIT THATS FUCKING HOT JESUS CHRIST!
FUCKER GODDAMIT FUCK YOU.
you had me until the last three lines. if i am reading it correctly, maybe i’m not, would the hot coffee going into the mug necessitate such wrath? wouldn’t the mug already realize that it is part of its journey and destiny to have that hot coffee go into it. wouldn’t the epitome and sensation of what this coffee mug feels be one of bliss and joy - and fulfillment (no pun intended)?
of course, that being said, i realize the mug is coming from another point of view. if you could rewrite it from mine, what would the mug say then - that is, if you chose to make this mug one who is aware of its own becoming…
i liked that. almost became one with him - could fee him.
life as a human being… (i’m not very good at this)
wake up, breathe,
stretch, energizing
sigh…
wash… eat…
sigh…
work, the essence of life…
look, laugh, learn…
yawn
sigh
sleep
die
life as a human being - I’m not very good at this - 
always new that you were an alien species, Wonderer
you left out gratitude - you also left out your sensations while experiencing life. i liked the “sigh” though. why did you sigh?
lol, yes that did come out a bit strange…
the sigh is an emotion… it’s something we say when we desire rest… I realized at the end that i did leave out the sensations which probably makes mine seem less descriptive than TXG’s…
perhaps i’m depressed, but more and more i see our lives as an expenditure of energy… you may call me pessimistic or negative… i don’t excite easily anymore so i probably wont be bothered. maybe the battery is running low or maybe the gears have grinded themselves smooth and everything is just less intense…
In any case, i tried to express one key idea: repeated generic triviality seems to make our lives pathetic…
now i know you will disagree, i disagree as well. afterall i don’t consider myself or my life pathetic… Its just a perspective.
Wonderer,
naw, it didn’t come out strange it just came out the way it did and I just didn’t “get” it – where you say - i tried to express one key idea: repeated generic triviality seems to make our lives pathetic… and you’re right of course, it can certainly create lacklustre within our lives.
we aren’t talking about 3XGreat’s here - and you were trying to make your own point with what you did write.
A sigh can express different things Wonderer not just a desire to rest, but it can express that too, loss of energy. It could also be an expression of sensing great beauty too, and not having the words to describe them so the sigh expresses what we can’t, at least I think so. A sigh can also express an awareness of something that we long for – the sigh here expresses a feeling of loss and resignation, of surrender. If we pay attention to each and every sigh, we can move backwards and then forward to discover what the emotion is. So the sigh leads to insight too. Gee, how wonderful is the sigh, who would have known. 
I agree with you here insofar as our lives are expenditure but then we have to find those things which can recharge us. Certain things expend energy but at the same time are capable of recharging us. Like writing for instance – it expends so very much energy but if we write about something that we know, love, that is important to us, we are recharged. When we feel burned out, have no energy, that can be our body’s way of telling us to slow down or to come to a full stop. Do nothing, just be and one can find what it is that will recharge one, even if it is just the swaying of the leaves at the top of the trees. You would be surprised what can recharge us.
I don’t call you pessimistic or negative – maybe you just need to find that which will recharge you. What happened to the boxing?
i don’t see anything wrong with that – there is a lot to be said for smooth waters as opposed to choppy ones, as for myself, i prefer both. if the gears have grinded themselves smooth, go out and buy new ones. At some point if they are too smooth, they won’t work at all, right?
just one thing…if you re-wrote it from wonderer’s own perspective, how would it be?
life as a chess piece.
look at us all lined up here,
wooden
same shape
same color
symmetrical
suited and branded
cattle in a pen,
in file, no distinction or personality allowed
obey obey
obey
yes sir, yes boss
move, inch
slide, gotcha bitch
held, hold me one single moment of contact,
sweet and warm
move, cross slide cross, back
yeah take that! got 'em boss!
move… where? huh?
wait,
no, dont you see the…
hey what gives man, no im not, fuck that no im,
ah, put me down!! shit hey man let go
let go boss!
let go
move set, wait
wait
hoping… dont see, hoping…
BAM!
no!!
death, oblivion
dark and silent and complete
game over.
that was very creative, Tsunami - i enjoyed that and now i know what you were doing yesterday. when reading that, the thought occurred to me that many people who may feel controlled by others: women by their husbands, husbands by their wives, children by their parents, employee’s by their employers and ad infinitum - may actually feel a bit of the same. i’ll have to write one. just have to think up the right “object”.
i liked the way in which you had the one more aware, rebellious chess piece speak for the others. very good pathos too.
this is why i think it is very important for us to come into our own identities and not wait for others to give one to us - and also to help one another be a mirror for each - which is NOT the same as getting our identity from others.
and yes - i know it was only a chess game - and yes indeed LIFE CAN RESEMBLE A CHESS MATCH. 
i’m a scrabble, battleship (very calming, intuitive), Clue (i think, the game where one has to figure out who, what, where and with what one was killed) - kind of game person. perhaps someday i’ll learn chess. 
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and some others.
Life as a loose thread…
Always dangling
Silently left - unspoken
Dancing to the moves
Of the unresolved blues
Forgotten memory
left behind and all around
By the fabric of another time
Follow the course of
its cousin, the leaf
And nature’s wind
May tug and pull
releasing its hold
the thread is free to
go its separate way
But tell me, not-so-final
finished piece of business
Is the saying true?
"The more things change
The more they stay the same"
And -
Is freedom really
having nothing more to lose?
Hurl yourself into the wind
Go on - you sliver of fabric’s time
Connect and mend
Again!