#crab
I’ve walked through days, I’ve walked through nights, chasing shadows, chasing lights. In every crowd, I’ve searched for you, a soul that’s known, a love that’s true.
I’ve felt you close, yet out of sight, a spark that dances just beyond the light. Your absence fills the spaces wide, yet still, my heart is on this ride.
Through winds that whisper soft your name, through seasons wild, through quiet flame, I’ve felt you near, though far away, a lover lost, a soul to sway. I’ve loved the sun, I’ve loved the rain, I’ve held the joy, I’ve known the pain. But in each kiss, each touch, each glance, I’ve known you’re missing, yet I dance.
Your face is etched in every dream, your voice a distant, soothing stream. I chase the rhythm of your heart, though we are still so far apart.
In fleeting moments, I have seen the love I crave, the love I’ve dreamed. I search each night beneath the stars, for you, my love, through every scar.
Through years that pass, through lives that change, I’ll search for you through all the range. For I believe, with all my soul, that you and I will make us whole. So, though I seek, and though I roam, I know, one day, you’ll guide me home. For love like ours, it cannot hide—it’s written deep, it’s in the tide.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 12:00 PM UTC
I do not know your face, your name, the stories carved into your flame, yet still, I feel you in the air—a whisper soft, a silent prayer.
Somewhere you walk, beneath my sky, with dreams that echo much like mine, and though we’ve not yet crossed our line, your soul keeps tugging gently—please try.
I search through days, through fleeting eyes, through crowded streets and moonlit skies, not chasing love in grand displays, but listening for what softly stays. I walk the shore where oceans gleam, where memory drifts and shadows dream. Not for the tide’s uncertain call, but for your voice beneath it all.
If we should never meet, know—I love you through each passing year, hold you close through joy and fear. And though the world may shift and spin, I’m yours without, I’m yours within.
Carry this truth with you—
I am the hearth you've never seen, the quiet warmth between the scenes, the porch light on when nights grow cold, a hand to hold when you feel old. So, take your time—I'll wait with grace, through every missed and fleeting face. No matter where you choose to roam, just know—my heart will always be your home.
Feb 26
Feb 26, 2026 at 12:26 PM UTC
Little crab by the sea
Smiling at me and
Sideways walk past me
And he'd scuttle and hide
Then nip at the tide and
A shelly strange friend you'd agree.
Feb 4
Feb 4, 2026 at 1:36 PM UTC
Perched on top a sandcastle,
A ghost who rules the night.
In armour pale as soft moonshine,
And brandished sword of might.
From his high keep, he clambers down —
The shore his dark domain.
He stalks the tide’s retreating edge,
For spoils soon to be slain.
The scent of brine and drifting ****
Rides on the midnight air;
Now darting forth to strike his prey,
Swift-footed, keen, aware.
With sharpened blade, he rends the flesh —
His kingdom’s tribute claimed.
And casts aside the rest to rot,
Now that his hunger’s tamed.
Then strikes his armour with his sword —
It rings along the shore,
A haunting drum designed to fright
Subjects still seeking war.
Assured now that his realm is safe,
Sword sheathed with grim command,
He scuttles back to his fortress,
Across the warming sand.
The eastern sky grows light with fire;
The moon begins to fade.
The surf now hums a softer hymn,
The stars slip into shade.
He yields his crown to morning’s glow,
And burrows in his keep,
Where muffled tides and cooling walls
Enfold their king in sleep.
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 3:37 PM UTC
You've seen the eel twice now
I saw it once on
Our weekend walk and
I have to say, it was genuinely thrilling
Mysterious and often overlooked
Perhaps lost in the
Ornamental canal
Some distance from the river now
Sharing water with ducks, swans, a small
Fish family, the lonely heron
And those crab carcasses which are
A mystery unto themselves
Jul 1, 2025
Jul 1, 2025 at 6:42 AM UTC
We had a mission, but
We didn’t know.
It was like the dialogue
Wasn’t there, or
We skipped it.
After leaving the
Second floor as
Stallions
I threw the core
Into disarray as he
Became a lizard.
While I was monkeying
Around I found
The cure
To then hear
A cry for help.
The objective made
Itself known
As I followed the
Neighs to outside the
Armory wall my horse
Friend found himself in.
The elevator doesn’t like horses.
The objective asked
What we were doing.
“Just horsing around!”
He said.
“Gross.”
Nov 20, 2024
Nov 20, 2024 at 3:44 PM UTC
The wave of the Oceans
as they crash into the rocks
With a powerful driven force
near the Ocean sea docks
The waves driving force that is
Driven by strong winds and
The Water waves rolling in and
out to sea again
As you sit or even stand
along the shoreline to explore,
discovering seaweed, starfish and seashells, along the wet sandy shores
On the beach you see a crab
as it crawls along the sand,
as you begin to enjoy the
shoreline while holding
sand in your hands
The Clashing tides of the high seas
are Traveling fast at top speed
as to a strong tsunami
Slowly rising up to your knees
A wonderful feeling to go
and explore the Oceans so deep
Along the shoreline to explore
The Oceans deepest peak
B.R.
Date: 1/14/2024
Sep 10, 2024
Sep 10, 2024 at 9:48 PM UTC
Naked and raw
I bear my soul to the sea
Freed from a shell outgrown
Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
hermit crab
spying an empty shell
moving up in the world
Feb 24, 2020
Feb 24, 2020 at 4:42 PM UTC
hermit crab
never quite at home
not quite a crab
are you really a hermit?
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 8:37 AM UTC
hermit crab
never at home
for long
Jan 27, 2020
Jan 27, 2020 at 1:09 PM UTC
shoreline littered
broken shells,
bits of seagrapes,
parts of a dead crab,
and footprints.
Mar 12, 2019
Mar 12, 2019 at 6:20 PM UTC
One day these grey clouds that linger above
Will give up and allow their rain to fall
The droplets like an echo of my love
A shadow of the leaves that fell in fall
I long to reach up with my hands and grab
Those hideous clouds I wish would crash
Your sign is cancer, the sign of the crab
It seems we are not meant to be, we clash
But I know your eyes, eyes I can't evade
For that I become a slave to that grey
They bear into me as if to invade
I have no complaint, I only say stay
My hearts the flame that you always enrage
Trapping me in passions bottomless cage
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:37 PM UTC
Is a common turtle really different from a crab?
They both make their ways slowly, across the dirt and sand.
The mouth and claw don't differ much in ways they're used to grab.
Could a common turtle really be a green-shelled crab?
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 10:10 PM UTC
I came across a crab
Strolling on the beach,
And paused to admire
His stride:
Muscular legs held
Up a stony shell as
He marched ever onwards,
Sideways, back to the ocean.
He paused also, as if
Admiring my own gait,
And so I asked, “Mr. Crab,
Why are you walking sideways?”
Only later did I realise that,
As I asked him that question,
He must have been thinking
The exact same thing of me.
Nov 7, 2018
Nov 7, 2018 at 12:30 PM UTC
I’m spiraling and sprawling out
The ugly parts revealed
Like a hermit crab
who’s had his shell taken
Hyperventilating and staring at opaque ceilings listening to the walls
They speak and when they do they whisper of me
They laugh at their corners and close in on me
They grip with brick hands
Face the floor
He feels what I feel
I will merge with him so they will be right
Let them walk all over me
Until I can no longer feel
Aug 20, 2018
Aug 20, 2018 at 7:17 AM UTC
In the swash zone
a desperate crab somehow overturned,
belly-up. Dome-backed, helpless,
she twitches feet and claws
grasping only air
as seagulls gather, smacking lips.
Shall I intervene?
Who do I favor, crab or gull?
Frankly I have problems with both personalities.
Can’t ignore a creature in distress.
(Who programmed that?)
Wiggle my toes into damp sand beneath the beast.
Flip.
With nary an acknowledgement, crab scuttles
sideways to a spot in the wave wash
where in a flutter of little legs she half-buries herself,
eyeballs above.
Seagulls scream curses.
What did I expect, a thank you?
Jun 25, 2017
Jun 25, 2017 at 1:23 PM UTC
Cooking beneath the shell
The meat of my thoughts
Like a hermit crab
The boiling of my dreams
Escaping as high-pressure steam
Through tiny fissures
In dye-shifting armor
I never opened up
I never bent or broke
and never cracked
But now is never
All I have, I’m giving back
Plug your ears
To the deafening screams
That no amount of heating
Can make edible
You are the hardness of my shell
Omnipresent and Incredible
Apr 17, 2017
Apr 17, 2017 at 9:26 AM UTC
As a hermit crab does she dwell
Safe within a borrowed shell
Here she lives in fear
Of the outside world
She feels so near
She exists here all alone
Only home she's ever known
Fearing what she'll find
Danger lies ahead
Safety left behind
No longer confined, free at last
All her doubts now in the past
Free now to explore
All the places
She feared before
Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
somedays, Love is like an empty driveway. sometimes Love is a grizzly; when it wakes, it growls at you. sometimes, Love is a full moon. Love dances with You and forgets its claws and gnashing teeth. sometimes, Love doesn't know that its bites aren't supposed to hurt. but sometimes You don't either, so you forgive. sometimes Love is a cat that scratches and comes back purring. You don't fault it for being that way. Love is not easy to understand, but at least You are always willing to try.
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 8:50 PM UTC
his frail form
offers a salted tribute
to the warriors lying
dead and dying on and under
his geta. A thousand
clacking sounds rise up
into the stormy seas as
these tiny samurai know
defeat once
again.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 5:53 AM UTC
Hues of blue and gray
With a succulent sweetness
That begs to be savored
In the briny waters off the sea
They lead a life unseen
Scavengers in warm water
A lazy afternoon
Wire mesh and day old fish
Chicken necks on a string
Baited traps dropped in left in wait
Edgewater shallows and a lot of time
One by one they come
Chasing that string to the shore
One by one they come
Pull up the trap and catch what you can
Fill the bucket with sweetness
There is nothing quite like
A blue crab Saturday afternoon
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 11:43 AM UTC
We sat on that old pier,
as the others crab-fished by.
I found my hands beneath me,
in an attempt to keep them dry.
I traced the outline of a mountain range
with my tired, tearful eyes,
and the sun pinned me to the concrete wall,
stripping me of any disguise.
The fresh wounds on my shoulder
still oozed their precious blood,
yet we talked of days still to come
and summers, oh so far ahead.
Yet for a moment I almost believed that
what I’d done had been undone
but you struck me with reality
and my walls came tumbling down.
We looked at each other,
in the wild, unsettling sun,
with the sea-surf sparkling blue
and voices of our distant friends
ringing of the new
and interesting discovery that one crab, no, two,
had broken through the green net -
maybe that was you.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 4:15 PM UTC
i remember that day
when the sun was so bright
and the sky was so blue,
and i remember how
we spent that day at the beach,
catching sand *****
and naming them
funny things, and i remember
saying that we could
have them in replace of
children;
its really too bad i cant
even cry now, for
my tears would just
remind me of that day,
since tears are salty like
the ocean, and my heart still
bangs in my chest
like those ***** did
the walls
of my little green pail.
Dec 22, 2014
Dec 22, 2014 at 4:26 AM UTC