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Ahoi, ahoi — he sailed the high seas, Beautiful sunlight, Blue sky, And breeze. The sails caught the wind Like a perfect photograph, The captain at the helm With a whistle and laugh. But the sky darkened, The sun slipped away — On his face no more joy, Just fear and dismay. “Captain, why are you scared? This is your domain.” I thought he would battle The storm, The rough seas, The rain. Yet little I knew, My trust was in vain — He feared the unknown, The uncharted terrain. He stood there frozen, Unsure what to do, Then spun the wheel sharply, And cried, “Back to shore — we’re through!” But you’re no captain, bold and true, If calm alone is all you knew. The test of sailors, fierce and grand, Is steering storms no soul had planned.
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Aug 23, 2025
Aug 23, 2025 at 7:44 AM UTC
THE CAPTAIN AND THE STORM
You tried.....that is what counts.
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Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 12:54 PM UTC
Untitled
so here I am, here I go. here I put my bottom, base on this shiny, gleamy surface. my face gleaming with joy. sitting, I can’t help but babble about how every movement moves a bubble, and how my wetness combines with the wet and cold from underneath. how about a nap, I ask? how about some deserved rest? it seems like an easy task, I don’t mind a random pest. laying down I feel the caress of the cold and liquid hand. hugging me down, I am flawless in my sparkly pose to mend my sleeping missed. all went good so far, I’m thinking. I’ll close my eyes for a wee bit. after sundown I get up. to sit some more, wet in my lap enjoying my portion of sunshine knit by those warm golden hands of her - the almost-sleeping beauty curved. caress me more while you can, in the night I’ll entertain my man the colder, bolder, plumpy gent who’ll make wet more cold. I can get ready to meet him, instead more sitting there, rather than unnecessary lifting the good-for-nothing clothes. already having gone through these roads I’ll lose my covers anyhow. now ********** to wow the silver moonlight. after all will be over he hands me down a four-leafed clover, laughing how good a joke that always is - knowing where my ***** sat and sits. I’ll smile politely and nod understanding time to cover myself, not anymore waiting to be in the spotlight. reaching a new low in such height, indecisive about what to do, I’ll choose not to choose. sitting in wet, red, I don’t lose.
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Oct 12, 2020
Oct 12, 2020 at 11:12 AM UTC
sitting in a puddle
so here I am, here I go. here I put my bottom, base on this shiny, gleamy surface. my face gleaming with joy. sitting, I can’t help but babble about how every movement moves a bubble, and how my wetness combines with the wet and cold from underneath. how about a nap, I ask? how about some deserved rest? it seems like an easy task, I don’t mind a random pest. laying down I feel the caress of the cold and liquid hand. hugging me down, I am flawless in my sparkly pose to mend my sleeping missed. all went good so far, I’m thinking. I’ll close my eyes for a wee bit. after sundown I get up. to sit some more, wet in my lap enjoying my portion of sunshine knit by those warm golden hands of her - the almost-sleeping beauty curved. caress me more while you can, in the night I’ll entertain my man the colder, bolder, plumpy gent who’ll make wet more cold. I can get ready to meet him, instead more sitting there, rather than unnecessary lifting the good-for-nothing clothes. already having gone through these roads I’ll lose my covers anyhow. now ********** to wow the silver moonlight. after all will be over he hands me down a four-leafed clover, laughing how good a joke that always is - knowing where my ***** sat and sits. I’ll smile politely and nod understanding time to cover myself, not anymore waiting to be in the spotlight. reaching a new low in such height, indecisive about what to do, I’ll choose not to choose. sitting in wet, red, I don’t lose.
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I saw a brave bird today, Unapologetic about her barred face. She sat, perched on the mossy branch of my favorite tree, Mysteriously familiar with her piercing gaze. People found her unfortunate looking, She didn't care about what people thought, She had come to live and live she would, This amazing outlook, by others uncaught, Maybe it comes from within, it is self-taught, I ponder on this, an afterthought. In came a savage, ill-bred, Willfully ignorant of the lesson she exhibited, Shooing her away, now content, The savage doesn't know his wisdom remains limited. The bird was elegant and unafraid, She made a graceful ascent, The brute cursed and cursed and cursed, For she had left him a parting present. I giggled to myself, Secure even after the separation, For I know I'd see her again tomorrow, For on the tree, and now in my heart, lays her foundation and accommodation.. I saw a brave bird today, Unapologetic about her barred profile, I learnt alot by just looking at her, Like how to accept yourself with grace and a smile, And make your life worthwhile.. I saw a brave bird today and I'd see her tomorrow too, I wish to be her and learn more, If she can do it, so can you. I saw my brave bird today and I'm going to be someone's brave bird tomorrow...
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Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 6:16 PM UTC
Brave Bird
Thousands and thousands were there, arranged one after another. All went well with their positions, but one felt clumsy what made it try to come out from there. It hanged, but feared, if it breaks apart? With its dream ,it too will demise like one dreamer whose dream unfortunately perish. It wanted to fly hither and tither like a free bird who leaps at the yonder.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 12:08 AM UTC
Hanging brick
Believe me, we've been here before We skated the fringe And now it's sure that there's no way back But back is for ******* The unknown is the ultimate game We're not pretty You've been mutilated by what they all think for far too long Its time to be free, be brave - it'll never be so Until we make it so.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:59 AM UTC
broken taper
There was a time telling my truth was hard, Stuck between sinking or swimming looking for a lifeguard. It was weighted, and heavy slowly pulling me down, But I thought if I open my mouth, for sure I’ll drown. That you wouldn’t hear me but find holes in my story, Throwing Daggered questions at me as punishment in this reformatory. I have the Vivid memories, I’ve tried to make blurry, Then there’s backlash from the self appointed jury. But You DO know hurt people, hurt people that’s a fact, I’ve done my share of hurting, but no never that. See I’m not on trial just telling my truth, Trying to create a better future, One that protects our youth! My hope is that by sharing “This happened to me”, Helps you realize it was never your fault so stop feeling guilty. Because I won’t let them discredit you, it doesn’t matter when it occurred, We’re not speaking because we’re spoken too, we’re dying to be heard. I’ve extended my heart to you with words cleverly placed, With each line hope you feel my love in a tight embrace. At first it’s hard not knowing how to push through, But YOU ARE A SURVIVOR , I know because I’m a survivor too.
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Oct 21, 2018
Oct 21, 2018 at 2:57 AM UTC
I’m a Surrivor Too
Young heart mechanized to toil hard, Dig deeper and deeper, and deeper, Into the books her eyes are settled, Climbs unto her brain what she reads, Perhaps to her nerves is getting the creeper, Her young fickle heart finds it harder, Not concentrating on random distractions, Yes she keeps herself on her studies, And I trust she'll make board exams look easy, Because her name is Life.
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 10:40 AM UTC
My Mate Fights For Conquering The Struggle
Binds you away Shivering, you just can't sway These my friend are The Chains of Misery Can't get hold of you Are you free? Hell nou Feel for yourself The Chains of Misery Reshuffle the pieces inside Time to showoff the might Now you break away from The Chains of Misery |AB|
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Jul 14, 2016
Jul 14, 2016 at 2:35 PM UTC
The Chains of Misery
*the hallways are crowded. slow. hot. people of all ages walk them. looking. talking. seeing. the fight is instant. and flesh hits flesh. bruises the size of apples appear on a small arm. they see a small boy but he is actually quite tall. teachers step in. reluctance, worry, impatience. they are hesitant to step in even though they worry for the boy*
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Jan 7, 2016
Jan 7, 2016 at 7:28 PM UTC
by this day tomorrow
Waiting Always waiting and I'm not sure why. Times would be better if I would just try. I keep to myself waiting on you, Waiting to see if you make the first move. Waiting to see if things will change Waiting to see if I can break from this pain. Spend all day waiting and what did I do. Nothing at all except wait on you. It's time to stop waiting and make the first move. It's time to find my own personal grove. Time to get going, time to be brave. Time to show you all I am not afraid. My time is now, I hope you all see it's time to stop waiting and be brave
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Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 3:14 AM UTC
Waiting
A father smiled, as he pat his son's head. As he lay himself, Down to death's bed. He whispered, As his breath slowed its pace. "I've always been proud of you, son. Always." A child, falling, Is steadied soon. He looks up, There's god's boon. "Be there to steady me, When I change pace." His mother smiled, "Always." A girl cries, As her man's wheeled, Screaming with sorrow, What she's always sealed. She ends her cries, With a broken face. "Stay With Me." "Always." A thousand times in life, Do we see this face. Why is it always that in the end, We have a thousand things left to say? How many times do we wish, That we were children, with no regrets? So we can say what we really feel, What we've always felt? So buck up today, Before its too late! Love those who love you. And stay with them. Always.
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Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 9:54 AM UTC
Always