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bizarre Mar 16
the lonely sail in a foggy sea,
sparked by the dangers of what is left unknown.
he doesn't need a single soul around
nor does he need a special goal to travel.

he knows the fate of the one's kind,
but his desire, that cursed desire...
lights up the spirit and the mind
to fight his own way through the fire.

he does not have a fear of any kind
nor does he leave a space for the regrets,
he's curious of what is left to find
and when will face he that last sunset.

~and all he asks for are those stormy clashes,
which one day'll make him burn to ashes.
~
inspired by the poem of Mikhail Lermontov "The Sail".
The sea brings you to me
To the aroma I smell
Fresh air in there
The sun sets its light to you
And I get that reflection
It is so beautiful
When your eyes and mine staring each other
The seagull flies between ours
The sea brings you to me
And I sail until the wind blows my love to you
Indonesia, 16th March 2021
Arif Aditya Abyan Nugroho
bizarre Mar 16
The wind takes it all, then why am I happy?
The storm sparks a wave, then why do I chase it?
I know in this case, it might crush me one day.
I, though, being silly, perceive it as blessing!
~
Anemone Dec 2020
So stay away and leave me behind
The wind blows your sails
But you don't know what treasure I'll find
Cause I'll walk and I'll swim and I'll run to the ocean to find

You
Baby, it's true

The wind blows my sails
Faster and powerful than ever before
The gust fills the breeze and I'm back looking at the trees
And the land I once knew before

But know I've found you
In the breeze
A place I never thought I'd get to know
It's here a story so old
And a place so new in my heart
A place to start

The wind in my sails pulls me forward and I will not depart
Because I feel the breeze taking me where I don't know
I need to go
And I will find it
The sky above me
The waves the sails the sea
And I will find a place to call my own
A place on the sea
I'll find a place to call my home
rig Oct 2020
body tilted, comfortable.
the waves crashing at my feet, legs,
lungs and eyes. i despise the sea.
all it reminds me is of me:
the color, the salt, the way there
is so much of it unknown. and
people live on land, far away.
there is no smoke underwater.
Dante Rocío Aug 2020
Though another day passes,
once having arrived,
cinnamon sunny
with a misguided preaching
from a catholic church,

I recall our gorgeous
misty evening
right by the waves
from yesterday
and its one peculiar
moment:
my dad pointed to
a far away regatta
sailing in
a distance
whilst standing to my
right and asked
me not quoting

“Do you know why
I wanted to go
to the sea?
The vastness of that body,
no endings in infinity,
no one to tell me
what to do,
and once you sailed away
from the harbour
it was just
it
living.

Whilst I was on my night shift
at the very front
of the ship
on my ever first voyage
by sea,
heading to
England from Gdynia,
I felt as if I
was the very first
man to discover the oncoming
land,
like Cristopher Columbus
with his dear Santa María
breaking the waves”.

Yes, Dad.
I would add,
settled in my question

“Why do I long somehow
in smaller
or bigger
ways too at
times for that
aforementioned harbour
and otherness with so many
sounds, details,
lights and
dancing dangerous like
knives in a tavern
thrown?
For so similar
yet
so privately schemed
departures I paint?”,

I would answer
without Brain,
even if it would be solely
in perfect, dreamy way
sketched:

“Because there is
some greater and
truer breath
of mine held out
by a foreign hand
or by standing lonely
from the other mirror’s side
in front of some tremendous
waves of Kanagawa,
hugging itself small
yet with fearless Child’s
patience, like
the Young Verter
on his painting.
Some more abstract
and
breathtaking
with charisma image
of me there
stands, flowing
instead of walking,
through called aisles.
Beige coat into the
blue falling.

The No Man’s Skies
and Lands
(or yet
Of Some Men)
to be felt with all
the body and
upraising in all hues
and minute sacrifices
in speechless
wonders,
like lagoon’s turquoise
water that would shine
in a cave’s dark
with krill dancing.”

Some upholdings,
some blind images
and all rest
fresh,
windy,
dark
and light with grey
whose voicing
I cannot make,
not just to keep
it in immaculation
to stay non-maimed.

Tss
Ouch.
The Missing.

El,
ese,
acantilado.
Why do I keep having this dream?
These might be now only flickers
Of a proof to come and test it once for all.
Probably a family inheritance
I get in blood or sight
From Adam
So often yet at times
Madeline Hatter Aug 2020
I am not a sailor.
I desire to run.
Confine me not to a puddle dependent on the wind.
Direct me to the forest, the hills, and I will create my own draft,
as I speed across the ground,
flying over earth to distances greater than the confines of your wet berth.
No, I relish a solid state of matter beneath my feet.
I am a fire sign.
Warning: do not get wet.
Nylee Aug 2020
Where did you sail
            Inland and
all of a sudden
  out of my dreams
?
Zeeyerh Adams Aug 2020
She is treacherous,
As she is beautiful.

The adventure they seek,
Deep within her core,
Is a secret she must keep,
So she wrecks them,
But never back to shore.

Sailor, O sailor!
Stunned by her wrath,
The bravery in your heart is not tailored,
It is destined, she is your path.

It's been a long sail,
And the wind still wails,
For she won't accept your fail,
You must prevail.

Sailor, O sailor!
The sea is treacherous,
As she is beautiful.

You're warned of the sirens call,
Lest she be the reason of your fall.

On his knees with clasped palms,
He sends a prayer.

Mans war with the sea,
He alone must fight,
And stand firm with his beliefs,
Because the battles will be fought within.

In your stance,
Is the universe's breath,
In your gaze,
Star fire shines.

Sailor, O sailor!
Never know fear,
God speed on your heels,
As you fight,
The maniac is your heart.
LC Jul 2020
life is a voyage across the sea.
you may end up in a storm.
you try to control your ship
when you hear the siren
taunting you with promises.

"you don't need to face this."
"there's an easy way out."
"you can give up."
"let the wind take you."
"what's the point of this?"

those promises are weightless.
you know the siren will lead you
into what seems like your paradise,
then throw you off the ship
and leave you to the sharks.

even as that voice tempts you,
listen to the hopeful voice inside you,
the one that reminds you of your power.
"it may be difficult right now,
but this storm won't last forever."

you can then adjust your sails,
tell your crew what you need,
and safely get through the storm's eye.
when you get through, the storm fades.
the sunshine warms you up, and you sail.
it is not hopeless. you can get through this.
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