Long To Sail: Favorites

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Jane Austen

This little bag I hope will prove
To be not vainly made —
For, if you should a needle want
It will afford you aid.
And as we are about to part
T'will serve another end,
For when you look upon the Bag
You'll recollect your friend.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Wake Up Lovers, Watch out!

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Sid Eli A

Wake Up Lovers, Watch out!

Wake up, you have no friends
As you see everyone else follow the norm
You begin to feel okay that you are here on the inside
Where you feel content being alone
In an empty house
Hearing noises, through out the layers and floors
As the almost gleaming sunshine goes away, and now its grey and you feel a fog
it's not worth going outside

Wake up, its all your fault
But you are beautiful because you dont lie
while you
Fall asleep in lovers arms, so warm
and burning of fear
Wake up, pay attention, stay on key
There isnt anyone out there
to keep you safe
Watch out!
Be cautious but know that she loves you
Wake up! Watch the **** out.

Fall asleep with lovers smiles all caressing you in your body and lips and tongues and finger nails dig deep.

Dig DEEP

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Careless Cruelty

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Emma Elisabeth Wood

Careless Cruelty

By profession,
I am good at
waiting

I am used to
the cruelty
of human upon
human

wounds of wars
and words

delicate deceits that
brush lips with skin
and skin with finger -
prints

like him, I look at bodies
and see stories
I see bruises and scars
that conceal secrets

I can read crimes
as clearly as if
they were written
in blood across
the scene

this game should be
beneath us

he is cruel
and offers a
chance, smaller
than anything
I’ve seen on a
microscope slide

but still, breathing
existing, taunting

leaving me breathless
and broken

it squeezes my
heart as if the
blood inside is
a poison that
needs extracting

my once logical
mind quivers
under his kiss

and empties

he is the ****
that grows beneath a flower
until it is too wild
to ****

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Spring

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Lily Gabrielle

Spring

Happy spring*
I whispered to the pine
What I couldn't tell your eyes
Because you weren't human after all;
Just another loaded gun.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

majestic eyes

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

mark john junor

majestic eyes

there was a small bag hanging
on a gold chain round her sweet neck
woven with a pattern of roses
with a single jewel like an eye
it hung there on the musky damp of her of her hot skin
just showing neath the folded
collar of her deep blue shirt
with one painted hand and its bracelet sparkling
she fingered the small leather bag
reminding herself within lay
and the line that was crossed and her desperate hour
and how i was there with solution in hand

she looked out at me from behind thouse majestic eyes
from within the temple of her softly beating heart
from the very center of my known universe
and spoke to me with a small gentle sound
her words caressed the worried brow of my perceptions
the things id been dreamin on in such dark ways
the rumors of worry that haunt my steps
and with my hand held in hers
she walked me on down to the end of the day
scattering dreams at my feet like a path to mystery's
deep satin night sky's with the heat of blazing stars
summer evening with its long gentle hours
comforting lamplight of home golden and safe
all within the majesty of her simple pure eyes
and the soft pink of her lips
as we make love once again neath the spinning stars
surrounded by the landscapes of summer
and the endlessness of time when hand in hand with
your lover
and the small bag now folded
gathering dust in the shadows
fading from memory

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Being lonely

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Sekitei Hara

Being lonely

Being lonely
He beats the gong again
The guard of kabiya.

* kabiya: cabin in which kabi (fire to frighten noxious animals like stags and wild boars) is made in autumn.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

A Little Bit of You.

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

mac azanes

A Little Bit of You.

A silly smile,
That will make me happy.
A kiss on my cheek,
Will make my day.

A simple hello,
Would ease my sorrow.
A grey sky will turn blue
By a stare from you.

Your voice,
Is a lullaby.
I hope you won't say goodbye.
And makes these leaves dry.

Candies and lollipops,
Popcorns and cheese on top.
Makes a perfect night,
While watching stars in rooftop.

Trains and buses,
Makes my adrenaline rush.
Like an airplane and rockets,
That fly so fast.

Mountains,rivers and seas.
Oh how I wish.
To sleep in your tryst,
And wake up with your breeze.
.

A little bit of you,
Will completely make my day.
Without any doubt that someday,
We'll be happy .

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Who I Used to Be

Jan 2014 Long To Sail

Sara Rose

Who I Used to Be

I used to be a
rocking chair
in the home of a lovely
elderly two.
In the summers I sat in the shade
on the porch
that was my world.

But I got tired of going
back and forth
with the same old things

I used to be
a pair of rubber gloves
belonging to the maid
of a grand old palace.
I held the sponges
that cleaned the biggest of ballrooms
and the feather duster
that danced along
the most delicate riches.

But I didn't like
being used
to do someone’s
***** work.

I've been a wish from a genie
(I was taken for granted)
I've been the pencil of an artist
(That job was too sketchy)

I was a sapphire gem in a mineral museum
(But I started feeling really blue)
I was a sunken stone in a rolling river
(But I just couldn't go with the flow)

Though, I don’t regret
a single thing I've been.
Because the best part of imagination
is the only thing about it
that I don’t need to make up:

my mind.