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Canto 28 (1280 Words)Yarr!Canto 28 (1280 Words) by dtb84
The seas are always rough. They pitch and toss ships about. A pirate’s life is vastly overrated. On a ship, day after day, swabbing decks, hoisting sails, and then looking for ways to pass the rest of the time. There is always something to do, but fist fights were only amusing until the entire crew had ranked themselves, from top to bottom, rematched one another and confirmed their placing’s. Gambling was also amusing, until a small group of men held all the money and refused to play anymore, knowing they could lose it all based on a bad roll of dice or deal of cards. The fun and exciting things lost their amusement when they became familiar.
Ashton McCormick ran a lose ship. His crew could do pretty much as they pleased, as long as they didn’t bring the boat down to Davy Jones’ locker, or disobeyed Ashton’s orders when they came. It was a group that Ashton was proud of, able to deal with whatever the sea threw at them. They never really complained,
FrecklesBrave woman, let me cool your fire,Freckles by That1PersonYouForgot
the one that resides in your chest.
Let your hair down and crack a smile
And I know you can do it;
because once you knew happiness
but now it's spent on
whiskey and broken hearts
at the counter, that place
right before the sharp turn left
Behind every one of your freckles
lies a story.
(Or a death).
Observations of a lovestruck teenagerHis name rolls off your tongue like butter off warm toast,Observations of a lovestruck teenager by TardisBlueBowties
intensely fulfilling and superbly delicious.
Tangled fantasies perpetuate themselves in your mind,
tormenting and tantalizing and strangely delightful.
Thoughts of him bring a feeling much like jumping into an icy cold lake,
on a warm summer afternoon:
a sudden shock,
When he speaks to you,
you cannot help but feel as though a million tiny butterflies have taken flight inside of you.
When he looks at you,
you don't know where your imagination had been wandering and forget much of the previous thirty seconds.
You cannot help but look at him, as well.
It is impolite to stare,
but when one is in love,
certain adjustments to etiquette may be allowed.
It is one of your favorite pastimes,
The length of his nose,
the crease of his eyelids,
the exact color of his irises.
It does not matter that this feeling borders on insanity.
It does not matter that t
it's likeIt's like choking on bubbles.it's like by TardisBlueBowties
Breathing in a planet by accident,
then letting it orbit in your intestines anyways,
because it's too expensive to have
an endoscopy for Saturn.
It's even more like pressing your hand against a dew-damp window.
Feeling the cold morning rain fuse
with the platelets in your veins,
until you are as chilled as the crystal filled clouds in a
It's most like walking on warm sand.
Letting the sea-worn pebbles in through the soles of your bare feet,
incorporating the grains of gritty granite into your bones
your tibia, fibula, patella, femurs
becoming fine and course at the same just like the beach you stand on.
our walls are too thinsitting togetherour walls are too thin by insomniaplague
you can hear my heart hitting
against my chest like a broom to the ceiling
& the neighbor upstairs
begins to scream
the wind breaks a hole in my skull
you can hear my thoughts:
words whispered in paper rooms
& you have a cup to my ear
i am 16 now
but sometimes we forget that
we are not teapots or socks in the wastebasket
& the holes in our heads are not signs of well-worn affection
passion is a sinA faith-healerpassion is a sin by insomniaplague
A bastard child--no father, no son, no holy spirit
No virgin mother
just passion as a god
lets the writers get it wrong
A Stranger'I would promise you until always ends, but I want to live forever.'A Stranger by poetic-headache
dripped off his thin lips.
something like saliva
and coughed-up calligraphy.
dancing to the surface:
a parody of laughter--
pallid and festering.
'you're a stranger, so why should i care.'
'you'll vanish today,'
to sticks of flesh and bone.
'not for the first time, i hear--or the last.'
a harsh white sky.
spume and spray
like a too-taunt sheet.
longing for dreams.
pulling me down.
shining and smooth:
like the last moments
of falling asleep.
'i want you to stay a stranger.'
PleaseI'm bashing on your doorPlease by HystericalNapoleon
The lights are on
I know you're in there
Why won't you open up to me?
Please, I just want to help
I know it's cold outside
You're worried that if you come out
You'll get frostbite
But I'm there to loan you my coat
So please, I just want to help
You've been hurt to many times
You're hiding in your fortress of cynicism and sarcasm
But I can see you through the window
I can see the real you
Please, I won't judge for being who you really are
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