Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
RH 78 Feb 2015
17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil.
The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more.

The crows nest falls the skies turn black.
Men overboard who are never coming back.

No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.
The ocean within
can either make
me drown, or turn
me into a sailer, who
in his screams thanks
the winds of currents
for his ability to dance
with the waves.

~ z.s
Moris Aug 2012
Not because you choose to, but because you cannot.
Feelings such as love do not wash in and away from shorelines.
It breaches levies.
If you don't love me now, you never will.
Because you cannot.
I am the tide.
And that is all,
Lust swelled me in.
Emotion pulled me under.
And consistency dragged me back.
I cannot compel you to think of me.
I cannot focus your wandering eye.
I can only accept what is true.

Reality of an unrequited heart.
Oceans and the riptide tearing me apart
O' sailer wondered to here
In a nights course of dreaming I lay here in fear.
No returns and no tomorrow
I gave you my heart
And now you return it back with a fee
Tainted ***** of  salty ocean ****,  
algae .
As if I have the stability anymore to recollect:
I don't.
Cardboard-Jones Dec 2018
Hey love, my love,
Been some months, some weeks, some days since we last met up.
You were playing at the shore and you got caught up.
That wasn’t supposed to be your scene.
You’re supposed to be here with me.
But you love it.
You love that they think you’re a superstar.
Is that why you left us?
You needed to prove to strangers how great you are?
You don’t love this city anymore.

More than a letter, it’s my reflection
Of a girl that took a journey to find perfection.
Eventually it consumed me, it’s my obsession.
I stumbled, slipped, and tripped all over, lost my direction.
Oh I couldn’t stand the smell of failure.
Anger, disappointment fit me like it was tailored.
But you helped me breathe better, you were my inhaler.
Then you went and jumped ship like a fickle sailer.
This was your dream, growing old in Charm City,
This is the story you once sold to me.
This was a promised that you guaranteed,
That maybe the two of us could become three.
Why did I hang onto all of your words?
Intoxicating, I felt my heart was slurred.
My feelings were crying and you never heard.
This is what happens when you clip wings of a bird.
This is officially the worst.
This is the hurt.
This…
This is my au revoir, adios, addio.
Sealing this with a kiss.
Justin  Oct 2013
G.o.n.e.
Justin Oct 2013
Put on that sweater to better cover those red lines
Which you gave yourself
  to get the attention of the world
including that guy
you want people to cry and whine when you die
But the only thing you obliged
Are some pity and sighs
I think u need some help
Not a boy
Just yourself
can fill the empty ******* void that you felt
Of depression and stress
Its only you now to the left with the rest
Your mind will be your savior
Your the new sailer
Jesus cant take your wheel
Especially after you touched it
So you go girl you got what you wanted
Im no longer your main drag
*** of right now i forfeit
This is my white flag
Accept or ignore it



F.C.
As the son of a son of a sailor
I went out on the sea for adventure
Expanding their view of the captain and crew
Like a man just released from indenture

As a dreamer of dreams and a travelin' man
I have chalked up many a mile
Read dozens of books about heroes and crooks
And I've learned much from both of their styles

Son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun; load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer

Now away in the near future, southeast of disorder
You can shake the hand of the mango man
As he greets you at the border

And the lady she hails from Trinidad
Island of the spices
Salt for your meat and cinnamon sweet
And the *** is for all your good vices

Haul the sheet in as we ride on the wind that our
Forefathers harnessed before us
Hear the bells ring as the tight rigging sings
It's a son of a gun of a chorus

Where it all ends I can't fathom, my friends
If I knew, I might toss out my anchor
So I'll cruise along always searchin' for songs
Not a lawyer, a thief or a banker

But a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
Son of a gun, load the last ton
One step ahead of the jailer
I'm just a son of a son, son of a son, son of a son of a sailor
The sea's in my veins, my tradition remains
I'm just glad I don't live in a trailer
TheSilentScream Jul 2019
I wonder why I feel this thick weight sinking my joy into a sea of fear.
Pending destruction is near, creeping behind my calmed motion.
I fear


that if i love, it'll be stripped away
Drowned
Distorted
Left to decay.

I don't think I can feel that again...

So maybe that's why I feel so anxious.

Love too hard and it breaks the foundation, love too soft and it floats away...

I can't take this, is what I want to say...but I know I might not ever get my way.

I love hard, crush hard, feel hard emotions...a battle in my head filled with so much commotion.

A battle, a war between 100 of me, how...

I wonder why I feel so sick when I talk to him now.

The ship is strong, but the sailer is scared of waves

Be still my beating heart, for I need you to behave.
Emmanuel S Aporu Feb 2019
Light does not get us thinking
Shallow waters are no good for sinking
Love does not get us loving
But desire performs the act well
The fool rejoices in having
But has no story to tell
The money man takes to progress
When hard times press
The sailer thinks of the shore
When the waves heap
No lover is a sower
And yet wants to reap!
Viancy  Aug 2019
Summers
Viancy Aug 2019
Summers make me sleepless. The heat inflames my thoughts, it starts from my ears all the way down, going through my neck and my spine.
And if breeze touches me, like a tender stroke from God, I feel sweat getting dry on my temples.

My head is all heavy of thoughts. So heavy that it prevents me from standing up. Daydreams get more vivid when the background of my dreams is the reddish warm color of my eyes closed. Soon it all turns into longing, painfully desirable. My mind takes over and then my tangible world becomes meaningless.
I dream, painfully, a sailer, a burning sun that turns white into red and makes blue so delicious. I want to melt into it. Lay down, fall into the abyss of desire.
And then I am longing for fresh sweet green. The humid lush smell of green. Sweet grapes falling into my mouth and I am in between the greenery.

And I don’t want the sun to hide itself, I want it to burn me even though I’m feverish and thirsty.

The sweet juicy dream departures as soon as the earth turns cold again and transforms my feelings. I say goodbye to the dream hoping it burns me out again.
Camille H Ross  Feb 2017
Suburbia
Camille H Ross Feb 2017
When I return
home it is to a land
of light pollution and chaos.
It is where
I grew up
slowly night
by night
under a soft orange sky.
If I were a sailer
on these rough and
warming waters
I’d lose myself
for lack
of familiar constellations.
The stars are long ago
dead.
Never will I know
the sea
in its wild and natural form.

— The End —