If you ride the wind, Or at least motor yourself, On a schooner out to ten pound island, You may have the luxury of meeting Mooch. He is the seagull who likes Cheetos. Life for Mooch is simple, All he has to do is sit on the arm of Owen, The boy who pulls the sails Or Captain Harold, The man who built the boat, And eat enough Cheetos to stuff his throat. He never tells any of his friends, For fear of missing out on Cheetos. Oh, to be a seagull. Oh, to mooch off of others And still be loved.
Written about a trip in Gloucester harbor on a schooner.
Sweet Yiddish whispers in my black and white slippers Delving into daydreams of dark and desperate days Spilling turpentine on tiles tearing me away for miles Feeling frantic flutters in the back of my brain Bearing backlot benches bordering the land of Spain Roses rowing to Roman seas that no one sees Leering lullabies of lackadaisical lovers, known to never fly
My boat keeps being drawn back Endlessly, the minute I think I've surpassed the it The wind pulls be back It's so comforting Looking at all those sweet memories Floating among the creatures Time paused Nirvana I want to have it back I keep going there, wishing time would pause once again But I won't let this build up inside me any more
Please No Please Go home Please Let go of me Please Don’t touch me Please Go away Please Don’t do this Please I won’t tell anyone Please Get off me Please You’re hurting me Please I’m bleeding Please I can’t breathe Please I can’t take it anymore Please Stop Please...
If only I was able to say what I was thinking Then maybe I wouldn’t be sinking Trying to stay afloat But I can’t quite reach the boat I am not a strong swimmer The waves are getting higher Tangled in the seaweed Afraid to bleed the fear of the sharks Are eating me apart Ashamed of being a fish Who’s scared of being squished
If the same horrible event occurred to 5 different people, not one of the would have responded the exact same way. No way is wrong!
Little girl wants someone to hold her. young thing lays upon her own shoulder. The room smells of french perfume and she strings and ties herself into a loom. Fastened, fasts for days faster, faster waves. There's bloodstains. Bloodstains on the carpet! Now paint drains, from her skin, how pretty, pale and thin. She worships her shut eye visions, forms a new kind of religion. Creates her own voided world, glides away, funny, white sails unfurled. Something follow, truer and true a whole to hold onto, a hole to fall into.
Don’t think for a second that it didn’t hurt me to leave you,” she urges. “Because it was the most painful thing that I’ve ever had to do. It was so, so difficult. It took every bit of strength that I had not to turn around and apologize.”
She takes a deep breath.
“So don’t tell yourself that I wanted to. I didn’t, not at all. But leaving you was the only way I could save myself.
OluwaFisayomi my inamorata If ever two were one, then surely we are. If ever I love you dreamboat, yes I am’ I prized my love more than the whole mines of gold, And all the wealth that the rich does hold’ My love is such that rivers cannot quench, Nor like a recommended lens’ Our love for each other is clear, that no man can repay. The heavens reward our truthfulness, I pray. Then while we live in love let’s serve God, That when we live no more, we live forever up’ Where are the stars that show us to our love, And we gon’ live our whole young old lives away In the joys of a living God’ Your body and soul are divine, With a lovely fragrant with heavenly wine’ So kiss me Temi with your cold dry lips, So I can hold you tight and sing you hymns’ Not what you think, but give me the love that so free please’ To my one and honey dreamboat