#cove
Beware young and old alike
for the place that is a scary sight.
Its the Pirate's Cove
sure enough, by jove.
Protected by Sunset Reef,
raiders there will come to grief.
There amongst the shoals
many here have lost their souls.
Daring ones who venture
there by skiff,
often fail to spy their shack,
under the cliff.
The shack is there
though hard to see.
Tattered and weathered
and leaning alee.
Their fighting ship
is hard to seek,
for its hidden well up
the nearby creek.
Bloodthirsty pirates
ready to take your life,
to poke you or stab you
with their long, sharp knife.
In the early morning
they may be snoring,
after a wild night
of drinking and sporting.
Pray not wake them
or you risk your life,
by tasting the
bite of their trusty knife.
Seeking their chests
filled with gold
may land you down
in the depths so cold.
So lads and lasses
stay away
and live to see
another day.
Feb 7, 2020
Feb 7, 2020 at 6:48 PM UTC
Rock, tall, edged,
and slightly warn by the sun,
forms it's curve around the bank like a gentle hug.
This layer of privacy from the rest of the ocean.
This our own escape from the rest of the world.
I would watch you from the shore,
as you'd jump with the waves,
feeling the sand hot between my toes.
And you beckoning me to join.
You'd claim to be a king,
asserting your dominance over the sea.
I couldn't help but laugh when the waters overthrew you.
The hours we spent there, seem so distant now...
I miss laughing on the beach with you,
and all the sunsets we watched.
What became of our little swimming cove?
Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 6:07 PM UTC
This is expository in nature
Hang on tight
Serenity of life
Gray skies for the choices I
Find time to make
Right up until the rain
Comes down
Real time precipitation
For the sole reason
Of flooding my soul
Charging the clouds
With negative energy
Eventuality says they'll burst
Sooner or later
And as the water flows down to the earth
Then up and over my teeth
Nearly up to my shoulders
Growing ever higher
Ever getting closer
It was all inevitability
Trying to change the sky
Is slowly ******* killing me
With every single storm
That rolls by
Its beyond me
And you too
Too soon
When will I be taken?
Who can tell
But hell, if I don't know when
When time itself never began
**** estimations, and **** plans
One way to escape
We all know the way
A darkened cave
A lonely overhang
No one dares approach for
Fear of going missing
There's so much more I wanted to say
Words and phrases before
I made my final escape
This cave I know
May be too cold
For The embolden spirits
Who hold on dearly to
Earthy merit
But know this
No one will be missed
In a minute
Jul 9, 2017
Jul 9, 2017 at 3:59 AM UTC
It behaved as the young dove,
I started chasing elusive love,
It shielded its valuable trove,
I found it hidden in the cove,
It smelt so fresh like the clove,
I gave it a much needed shove,
It fumbled right into my glove.
May 11, 2017
May 11, 2017 at 8:10 AM UTC
Depression might not
be helped by a book that starts
with a suicide
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 8:45 PM UTC
Blue, blue
Everblue
Tearing earth asunder
As a dear friend who I am
Some might call me water.
Blue, blue
Everblue
Look, oh look at me!
Home to plants and fish alike
Some would call me sea
Blue, blue
Everblue
Earth has me in bonds
Bugs across my surface skim
I am called a pond.
Blue, blue
Everblue
'Cross country like a sliver
Tossing, swerving, bubbling, laughing
I was named a river.
Blue, blue
Everblue
Cover me in love.
Boats and fins across me swim.
I am called a cove.
Feb 26, 2015
Feb 26, 2015 at 11:27 AM UTC