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Phenomenological Jan 2018
An age of silent desperation
Reaching to that beyond mention
A call for words in a stream so sickly sweet
Milk flowing below my feet
Children rejoice in a world of snow
White silk slipping and swirling as I row
Through screams and shouts that echo
In the chamber of my dreams
nanda Jan 2018
i am in love
with the in between moment
from when the boat
begans to sail
back to its home

i am in love
with the scene of the water
of how the sky is painted
in every color
and the water
shines in a silver light

i am in love
with the feeling of being one
with the wind
the feeling of the air waves
messing with my hair

i am in love
with the salt on my lips
and burns in my skin
with the taste of your kiss
and the smell of your suit

i am in love
with that in between moment
because when while the yacht
is cruising through the twilight
my problems are left behind
i am no longer
dizzy by the anger
no longer
dazed by my sadness
i am simply amazed
and in love
with the memory of you
and of that of the sea
and the dying sun
spent all day on a yacht, you can guess the rest..
Sudipta Maity Dec 2017
For your good in goodbye
i hang, tying tight by tie.
Float my boat in sea of silence view
away from shore, far away from you.
For your good in goodbye
i rift my bone by stone of wavy lie.
Leave my land and I run
waiting to sink soon, deep in ocean.
For your good in goodbye
i voyage my boat in lighting sky.
To see you smile, i sail my vessel
even storm seems to me gentle, dead until.
I am blending with you again by diving deep to die
remain in your chest to lub-dub whenever you cry.
For your good in goodbye
i ended, saying hello you are mine.
If i could, i would totally mass ****** you all
its nothing personal i swear
i just really wanna be most tall
and i wanna go to the store in my underwear
i wanna drive boats through streets. YOUR boats
and i really cant stand lines
honestly, why is it so hard to buy some oats?
its super not-personal guys so dont wine
but id totally mass ****** you all
ill do it gently so dont worry
i dont like blood or dead stuff
but i do like not risking my life when i cross the street in a hurry
im sure you understand why its tough
but the decision has been made
these things are vital and necessary
i must accept this life trade
in exchange for me being merry
in my boat
in my underwear
at the store
also dead people
Adrian Dec 2017
I am in a boat
that is slowly sinking
and keep throwing off my rafts
because I am afraid
they will weigh me down
Get under the blanket.
I’m starting to row.
Destination our is moon.
But wait for it to grow.

Don’t fall asleep just yet.
Try counting stars again.
For the winter is returnes soon.
And skies are brown then.

But the stream where we row,
He shines with the moon.
Can’t you the trees and flowers.
Some of roses still bloom.

As I row our boat gently,
You still stare at the skies.
With some immortalles in your hands.
Come on, now close your eyes.
Sweltering delirium
I want to unwrap my skin
This fervor consumes me.
On the prow of this boat
I gaze into the terminator
Dividing open air and rain.
A stoked frenzy
I want to flush this flush
In numbing chill.
A temporary calm in me
As the temperature drops
But this fever has less chance of breaking
Than the clouds.
10.19.17 Inktober Prompt: Clouds
Rule: No edits allowed
Abraham Oct 2017
Like your orange bowl
of sweets and sweet love
    It’s part of me now

              No way Jose, No way.

Like the place we first met
that begins with B
    Let’s go back tonight

              No way Jose, No way.

Because all the dogs down in here
smell your disdain
    And say

              No way Jose, No way.

This boat’s going to sink
so let’s get drunk
    and love

              On this day Jose, On this day.
Or Drunk Love.
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