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You are the waves that rock this ship,
wildly pitching,
careening,
careless of its cargo.
Poseidon has nothing on you.
You break against me,
and break, and break, and b r e a k your ego.
My decks flood,
the rain falls heavy as hail stones
from clouds as dark as those that hang upon your brow.
The storm winds scream,
they sound like you,
but far away
and barely human,
and they threaten to snatch away my sails
with hungry, ghosting fingers.
How I long for a strong, brave sailor
to save me from the deep.
I need a man who smells of petrichor
to navigate your unfriendly waters,
to show me blessed landfall
and bring the sweet shore to my feet.
Every drop of you for someone steady,
a rock I can rely upon –
Every last drop
for land, verdant, and solid,
for you can only be relied on
to rock the boat
and pull me down to drown.
I do not want to die at sea.
B r e a k, b r e a k, b r e a k,
robed in your Poseidon blue.
Oh, the Sea for a Sailor!
Next time that I set sail
this ship will hold two
and we will be sailing in waters
far from your petulant
and bitter reach.
wildly pitching,
careening,
careless of its cargo.
Poseidon has nothing on you.
You break against me,
and break, and break, and b r e a k your ego.
My decks flood,
the rain falls heavy as hail stones
from clouds as dark as those that hang upon your brow.
The storm winds scream,
they sound like you,
but far away
and barely human,
and they threaten to snatch away my sails
with hungry, ghosting fingers.
How I long for a strong, brave sailor
to save me from the deep.
I need a man who smells of petrichor
to navigate your unfriendly waters,
to show me blessed landfall
and bring the sweet shore to my feet.
Every drop of you for someone steady,
a rock I can rely upon –
Every last drop
for land, verdant, and solid,
for you can only be relied on
to rock the boat
and pull me down to drown.
I do not want to die at sea.
B r e a k, b r e a k, b r e a k,
robed in your Poseidon blue.
Oh, the Sea for a Sailor!
Next time that I set sail
this ship will hold two
and we will be sailing in waters
far from your petulant
and bitter reach.
Literature
under
this delirium is like
a kiss: momentary,
placid,
and perhaps insidious.
dreams stretch their watery
fingers, listless
and profound, over these
reflections
they twine in my hair,
thread between my fingers
(like flowers, or maybe hope),
and drench my skirts
with lost longing.
look, pre-Raphaelites, Elizabethans,
Victorian women of all ages:
this is what comes
of daring to desire.
stars burst before my eyes,
flowers sprout
in my lungs,
the last ray of light has gone
and my world is black
and blue.
I am gorged and oversoaked
with sleep.
Literature
Pirate Radio
I found your number on the bathroom stall.
It said you might have answers.
Please call me back if you get this message.
I got your address from a box of Captain Crunch.
It said to write a letter for a prize surprise.
I could really use one about now.
I heard your name on pirate radio,
In a very intellectual sounding conversation.
I saw your face on a stranger's back.
He got the tattoo when he was in the service.
He was getting it removed when we met.
He told me he lost the faith.
He told me crosses are instruments of torture.
He told me he used to burn them in his neighbors' front lawns.
I felt your fire in the constellations,
Literature
Mermaid Serenade
mermaids serenade humans,
and use them as their slaves,
drowning them in the ocean,
their cries carried by the waves.
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very nice! I like the visual format it really helps spur the piece.
personally I felt that this could've ended at 'and bring the sweet shore to my feet' after that for me at least the flow is broken up a little and the next lines aren't as impactive.
personally I felt that this could've ended at 'and bring the sweet shore to my feet' after that for me at least the flow is broken up a little and the next lines aren't as impactive.