#ghostship
The loud, hollow siren of the ship's horn jolted the sleepy, port town.
She emerged out of the swirling mist like a star making a grand entrance. Only she wasn't a star but a ship that had been missing for the past hundred years...The Lost Ship of the Raving seas docks again after so many years after going extinct. I don't know how but mysteriously the ship appears out of thin air as the sea mist sets and gives to it a very dark and Gloomy hue other dark seas giving to you chills up your spine. As the Cool air sets in, a frostbite of cold winds in the air, the lost souls of a forbidden ship, dwells within, This ship has History, many years ago, of the dark high seas, and all of the lost souls. The Lost Ship of the Raving seas is the only thing that has happened to the Real Ones that have been taking out of this forsaken world. They may have perished, but their Lost Souls still inherit and dwell upon this Lost Ship!!! 🛳 Legends say: you can still here their screaming souls!!!
B.R.
Date: 5/14/2025
May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 11:23 PM UTC
How quiet is the rolling breath
Of foam upon it’s seeping death
The grey winds taken from the shore
As sand and rock are left no more
For life will not tally beneath the sail
Of crisp white linen, slashed by rusted mail
No more, no more the bell will chime
Upon the passing winds of time
The dead are sailing upon quiet seas
Their hopes are scattered in the breeze
Far from home and far to go
These unquiet souls lie below
Cursed forever, to sail and roam
This Flying Dutchman will hold no home
No port awaits this journey’s end
No harbour sits around the bend
It sails through twilight, night and day
The bow holds its course, the star leads the way
Jan 28, 2021
Jan 28, 2021 at 10:12 AM UTC
Kalifornia sub-let of the love set / squatting in squalor to dwell in splendor / Temporary Autonomous Zone ignites ignoble night / misfit labyrinth of fire / in dearth of **** the mirth of Death / coming to Crowleyan conclusions / smoking to get lit / the flaming maze, maiming, flays / demonology of **** vs. methodology of death / distinguished Burning Man, extinguished / idyls of the idols reduced to ash / Light My Fire / sitting shiva vs. dancing shiva / rave on
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 8:44 PM UTC
to the brilliant minds of the warehouse
who embraced all oddities
in painted nails and tattoos,
whose hands worked wonders
and made masterpieces,
who loved the world
and spoke up
in technicolor and loud sounds...
you will always blaze brighter
than the fires that took you
Dec 9, 2016
Dec 9, 2016 at 1:56 AM UTC