"sailer" poems
17 Shattered skulls bobbing on an ocean of oil.
The crawling skin of sailer souls ready to recoil.
No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep allowed to surface once more.
The crows nest falls the skies turn black.
Men overboard who are never coming back.
No more rigging 1 less oar.
Beast from the deep returns to the seabed once more.
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
The ocean within
can either make
me drown, or turn
me into a sailer, who
in his screams thanks
the winds of currents
for his ability to dance
with the waves.
~ z.s
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Not because you choose to, but because you cannot.
Feelings such as love do not wash in and away from shorelines.
It breaches levies.
If you don't love me now, you never will.
Because you cannot.
I am the tide.
And that is all,
Lust swelled me in.
Emotion pulled me under.
And consistency dragged me back.
I cannot compel you to think of me.
I cannot focus your wandering eye.
I can only accept what is true.
Reality of an unrequited heart.
Oceans and the riptide tearing me apart
O' sailer wondered to here
In a nights course of dreaming I lay here in fear.
No returns and no tomorrow
I gave you my heart
And now you return it back with a fee
Tainted ***** of salty ocean weed,
algae .
As if I have the stability anymore to recollect:
I don't.
Aug 11, 2012
Aug 11, 2012 at 3:56 AM UTC
Hey love, my love,
Been some months, some weeks, some days since we last met up.
You were playing at the shore and you got caught up.
That wasn’t supposed to be your scene.
You’re supposed to be here with me.
But you love it.
You love that they think you’re a superstar.
Is that why you left us?
You needed to prove to strangers how great you are?
You don’t love this city anymore.
More than a letter, it’s my reflection
Of a girl that took a journey to find perfection.
Eventually it consumed me, it’s my obsession.
I stumbled, slipped, and tripped all over, lost my direction.
Oh I couldn’t stand the smell of failure.
Anger, disappointment fit me like it was tailored.
But you helped me breathe better, you were my inhaler.
Then you went and jumped ship like a fickle sailer.
This was your dream, growing old in Charm City,
This is the story you once sold to me.
This was a promised that you guaranteed,
That maybe the two of us could become three.
Why did I hang onto all of your words?
Intoxicating, I felt my heart was slurred.
My feelings were crying and you never heard.
This is what happens when you clip wings of a bird.
This is officially the worst.
This is the hurt.
This…
This is my au revoir, adios, addio.
Sealing this with a kiss.
Dec 23, 2018
Dec 23, 2018 at 5:54 PM UTC
Put on that sweater to better cover those red lines
Which you gave yourself
to get the attention of the world
including that guy
you want people to cry and whine when you die
But the only thing you obliged
Are some pity and sighs
I think u need some help
Not a boy
Just yourself
can fill the empty ******* void that you felt
Of depression and stress
Its only you now to the left with the rest
Your mind will be your savior
Your the new sailer
Jesus cant take your wheel
Especially after you touched it
So you go girl you got what you wanted
Im no longer your main drag
*** of right now i forfeit
This is my white flag
Accept or ignore it
F.C.
Oct 6, 2013
Oct 6, 2013 at 3:05 AM UTC
I wonder why I feel this thick weight sinking my joy into a sea of fear.
Pending destruction is near, creeping behind my calmed motion.
I fear
that if i love, it'll be stripped away
Drowned
Distorted
Left to decay.
I don't think I can feel that again...
So maybe that's why I feel so anxious.
Love too hard and it breaks the foundation, love too soft and it floats away...
I can't take this, is what I want to say...but I know I might not ever get my way.
I love hard, crush hard, feel hard emotions...a battle in my head filled with so much commotion.
A battle, a war between 100 of me, how...
I wonder why I feel so sick when I talk to him now.
The ship is strong, but the sailer is scared of waves
Be still my beating heart, for I need you to behave.
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 2:13 PM UTC
Light does not get us thinking
Shallow waters are no good for sinking
Love does not get us loving
But desire performs the act well
The fool rejoices in having
But has no story to tell
The money man takes to progress
When hard times press
The sailer thinks of the shore
When the waves heap
No lover is a sower
And yet wants to reap!
Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 5:09 AM UTC