The train whistled, a sound that would be too loud if not for the crowd already pushing on her ears. She checked her ticket, Bangkok,3pm, and stepped aboard.
She was his zen garden. His hands, a rake. Her skin, the sand. His movements were slow and steady as he delicately carved out small pieces of her flesh. He removed them with the forceps and sterilized the opening with an antiseptic.
She called from the dock “i’ll miss you”
he climbed aboard the boat, last bags in hand
tears tickling her eyes
“i’ll miss you too” he whispered, barely audible
yet somehow she heard
all aboard they said,
There’s room for all they said,
fear of the sea was not something we understood,
So we clambered aboard
With all the joyful innocence of children
When did I decide to climb aboard the ship of life, with all its perils and mishaps? Did I think it through at all? What are the advantages of having an animated soul when I could be a cloud in suspended time? I am more beautiful in a calculated time-frame than in motion. I am more eloquent without sound. If only I could merely exist on paper, I would be read by all.
When I was six I decided that someday I would travel Europe, just me and a backpack. At 22 I sold my car and almost everything else I owned. I bought a ticket and a backpack, and some good hiking boots. And went.
here, sit next to me. we haven’t chatted for a while. have you been sick? been riding in another car. Want a coffee? I got an extra cup. Its black, that’s how you take it right?
just done this one whils is it doing another ai waont to proactice which ia could type as quickly as my brain whoosh and its gone fingers still behind cant keep u[ run run run hurry, why its just a game fun though want a enw word nextime though all a
Babe as Abe
turns the boa
on her back and growls “ARGH!”.
It’s Dreadfull
and he tries to read in reverse
It’s funny
and she turns the grain down
A L L
when the drain is calm.
(No No No)
Your turn has come up. You inhale sharply at the call of your name, knowing what lies ahead – and yet, not knowing at all. Aboard you go, for what choice do you have?
Stepping up onto the ledge, I glanced back one last time with a smile on my face. Aboard this new journey, this was the last time I would look back. It was time to start anew.
a board
on a beam I sit
paddles float away from me
bored
abhorred so
bore red
roses with thorns
a broad
stroke of genius
aboard
my mind
a vessel moving within my stream of consciousness
a vessel to capture and contain all my mind’s creations
aboard
this world
aboard
this life
aboard
this existence
aboard
this reality
aboard
this consciousness
aboard
this body
aboard
this moment in time an abstract concept infinitely subjective perception virtual intangible
now is now right now and now and now
aboard
this multi dimensional fabric of space
and time will stop me when my time ends
abort
this life’s mission
end transmission
change channel another station
tunnel vision through the wormhole
my billions of atoms come undone
once all of one and then there was none.
Abord – that reminds me of a ship. A journey. Going somewhere different. Its a funny word. A board. Like a noun, but not. Its mysterious, like a voyage. Maybe I could go someday and
The ship rocked in the open ocean. “Where are we supposed to fish, Captain?” the crew man asked. The Captain pointed toward the approaching storm. “There.” he answered the crewman. “Are you mad?! Fishing in the middle of a storm?!”
“Of course i am, who isn’t in this crazy world we are living in, besides the fish practically jumps in to the boat in intenational waters. They do anything to get away from the storm.” the captain said as he directed the ship toward the storm.
“All aboard the ship!” shouted a deep voice from up high somewhere above the mist which was covering the lower area of the planet – close to the ground. The woman jumped up from where she was sitting on her suitcase and hurried to board the ship.
We went aboard the craft after following the instructions of the captain to do so. The all clear was given and all appeared to be well. It was only after ten minutes out to sea, that the captain was informed that water was gushing into the hull of the ship.
the day she came
into the soul
of my beginning
where did i go
now into the heart
of a man lost forever
aboard the wave of life
i cannot abide anymore
the path is too long
until she smiles again
the nightmare of our existence
lightened in the mire of the pain
will she see what it means
the gift she has given
to one so lost for so long
i just wish i was enough
to make her see what
she can more than be
I am her guardian now
dare the one that hurt her
come near me asshole
you will see what hell feels like
look there she is again
keeping me here
the nightmares lost while she is
the blackness abated for now
her own pain a red ribbon
that i will untie one day
until she is aboard the same life
the blackness I will lose each time
the memory of what I am not
and what she will be lingers
standing there blocking out the real
love lost between two forever
i cannot have another
someone will love her
but will she let them
i cannot see that far
the clouds are forming now
the greyness satisfying
my aching soul for today
she will keep me here
as i sleep my life away
aboard the dream of nowhere
“All aboard” came the booming voice of the Captain, and Felicity rushed to gather all of her luggage and get in line. Waves crashed upon the ship almost violently as the ship rocked back and forth in the storm. What a day to pick to travel.
“Welcome aboard the HSM Crusader,” he said, gesturing with wide arms towards the bulk of the ship.
“It’s a fine ship, Captain Reynolds,” I remarked offhandedly as I looked around, hoping to appear suitably impressed. I was, of course, but what did I know of one ship from another? Until I’d stepped foot in the harbor that morning, I’d thought the small ships which bobbed no more than a foot from the dock impressive vessels.
Running to catch the train, everyone rushes. People jump aboard and others are pushed out of the way. I grab onto the railing and let the train pull me as I jump up in the platform. My knee hits the doorway and my heel slips off of the platform, I fall flat on my butt and everyone tramples me, my train of thought disapears with a tail of strangers following behind; I’m left with an aching spine.
You jump onto the train. It’s going so fast. You feel free at last. No wires to hold you back or circuits to connect to. You have flesh and you can finally feel the breeze. You are finally free and happy. You look at your love. He smiles at you and you smile back.
“All aboard!”
The conductor called his age-old saying to the mostly empty platform. Few people in the states took trains these days, and even fewer even had their ears open to hear his call. New technology filled the ear canals of the new youths with music or conversation. Sometimes he thought about stepping off of the train after it had pulled away from the station to see if anyone would notice him then.
The ship took off. She was sailing or the first time. The wind blew through her hair and she turned and smiled at me. I felt a warm buzz as I watched her stand and look at the water below. we hit something. She fell. I jumped in after her trying to rescue her. But we’re both made of metal and we sunk.
I was aboard a ship traveling to the great beyond. The great beyond, far across the vast ocean, to a brand new world that had never been seen before. I was aboard a ship that rocked with the waves and would carry me through the storms to the great beyond.
“Climb aboard son” the man said. “Where’s this train headed?” I ask him and I put my foot onto the platform. He said “It’s headed to new orleans, but you can jump off any time you’d like”. And I turned and blew her a kiss goodbye.
The seas were rough, and I stumbled back and forth as waves battered the boat. It was just a little speedboat, supposed to be a casual fishing trip, a little distance from shore for a little privacy and maybe some better bites. But as icy water splashed over the edges, I knew that our innocent little trip out had now become a struggle for survival.
I stumble too near to the ship’s railing, almost losing my lunch over its heaving side. The waves crash with thunderous anger, and we rock back and forth, back and forth in churning slate-colored water. I regret coming aboard—we all do, but whether or not we’re willing to admit it is another thing altogether.
you should be packaged like pills; prescription labels, tight caps
something to warn me about addiction and relapse
I float on a high, but in a grave that I’ve dug
the beat of your heart is one hell of a drug.
Of course, it takes a massive, unforeseen change, as if brought about by the hand of God, in order for one’s life to take such an abrupt turn. And, in my case, that was my first trip abroad. And somehow, in three months’ time, I found myself wandering in the claustrophobic alleyways of Fez, the Moroccan sun turning my hair the color of weak tea and my skin the same color as the dye in the peddler ladies’ pots of rouge.
The train whistled, a sound that would be too loud if not for the crowd already pushing on her ears. She checked her ticket, Bangkok,3pm, and stepped aboard.
She was his zen garden. His hands, a rake. Her skin, the sand. His movements were slow and steady as he delicately carved out small pieces of her flesh. He removed them with the forceps and sterilized the opening with an antiseptic.
She called from the dock “i’ll miss you”
he climbed aboard the boat, last bags in hand
tears tickling her eyes
“i’ll miss you too” he whispered, barely audible
yet somehow she heard
all aboard they said,
There’s room for all they said,
fear of the sea was not something we understood,
So we clambered aboard
With all the joyful innocence of children
When did I decide to climb aboard the ship of life, with all its perils and mishaps? Did I think it through at all? What are the advantages of having an animated soul when I could be a cloud in suspended time? I am more beautiful in a calculated time-frame than in motion. I am more eloquent without sound. If only I could merely exist on paper, I would be read by all.
When I was six I decided that someday I would travel Europe, just me and a backpack. At 22 I sold my car and almost everything else I owned. I bought a ticket and a backpack, and some good hiking boots. And went.
here, sit next to me. we haven’t chatted for a while. have you been sick? been riding in another car. Want a coffee? I got an extra cup. Its black, that’s how you take it right?
just done this one whils is it doing another ai waont to proactice which ia could type as quickly as my brain whoosh and its gone fingers still behind cant keep u[ run run run hurry, why its just a game fun though want a enw word nextime though all a
Be the bee
With whistle by the Bach.
Bored Beard
Bears the Bar of Bore to Rave.
Babe as Abe
turns the boa
on her back and growls “ARGH!”.
It’s Dreadfull
and he tries to read in reverse
It’s funny
and she turns the grain down
A L L
when the drain is calm.
(No No No)
Your turn has come up. You inhale sharply at the call of your name, knowing what lies ahead – and yet, not knowing at all. Aboard you go, for what choice do you have?
Stepping up onto the ledge, I glanced back one last time with a smile on my face. Aboard this new journey, this was the last time I would look back. It was time to start anew.
No one yelled out ‘all aboard’.
There was no warning.
Now, everyone was responsible.
Titanic lurches and
all aboard feel the sudder
enter their stomach and stay
like cancer growing
as, with a sense of dread,
they say goodbye.
I too
whisper farewell
to the vayers long dead
aboard
a boat
set out to sea
abroad
the vast deep ocean blue
a board
on a beam I sit
paddles float away from me
bored
abhorred so
bore red
roses with thorns
a broad
stroke of genius
aboard
my mind
a vessel moving within my stream of consciousness
a vessel to capture and contain all my mind’s creations
aboard
this world
aboard
this life
aboard
this existence
aboard
this reality
aboard
this consciousness
aboard
this body
aboard
this moment in time an abstract concept infinitely subjective perception virtual intangible
now is now right now and now and now
aboard
this multi dimensional fabric of space
and time will stop me when my time ends
abort
this life’s mission
end transmission
change channel another station
tunnel vision through the wormhole
my billions of atoms come undone
once all of one and then there was none.
–trans.mission —
trans mission
Abord – that reminds me of a ship. A journey. Going somewhere different. Its a funny word. A board. Like a noun, but not. Its mysterious, like a voyage. Maybe I could go someday and
We are heading off on a world cruise. The trip of a lifetime – apparently. Not sure if I shall feel the same way once we’re aboard.
Aboard the ship, the marines stood in precise lines, but their faces were sullen. The sailors, less driven by ceremony, slacked at their posts.
The ship rocked in the open ocean. “Where are we supposed to fish, Captain?” the crew man asked. The Captain pointed toward the approaching storm. “There.” he answered the crewman. “Are you mad?! Fishing in the middle of a storm?!”
“Of course i am, who isn’t in this crazy world we are living in, besides the fish practically jumps in to the boat in intenational waters. They do anything to get away from the storm.” the captain said as he directed the ship toward the storm.
“All aboard the ship!” shouted a deep voice from up high somewhere above the mist which was covering the lower area of the planet – close to the ground. The woman jumped up from where she was sitting on her suitcase and hurried to board the ship.
We went aboard the craft after following the instructions of the captain to do so. The all clear was given and all appeared to be well. It was only after ten minutes out to sea, that the captain was informed that water was gushing into the hull of the ship.
Wish you were aboard
When we leave will you still be
standing on the docks?
Fuck. I’m drowning. Why would you leave that stupid gate open? At night, whithout light.
I guess that’s it. Bye world.
a flight, i went to singapore, which is my favourite destination. It is beautiful and scenic.
the day she came
into the soul
of my beginning
where did i go
now into the heart
of a man lost forever
aboard the wave of life
i cannot abide anymore
the path is too long
until she smiles again
the nightmare of our existence
lightened in the mire of the pain
will she see what it means
the gift she has given
to one so lost for so long
i just wish i was enough
to make her see what
she can more than be
I am her guardian now
dare the one that hurt her
come near me asshole
you will see what hell feels like
look there she is again
keeping me here
the nightmares lost while she is
the blackness abated for now
her own pain a red ribbon
that i will untie one day
until she is aboard the same life
the blackness I will lose each time
the memory of what I am not
and what she will be lingers
standing there blocking out the real
love lost between two forever
i cannot have another
someone will love her
but will she let them
i cannot see that far
the clouds are forming now
the greyness satisfying
my aching soul for today
she will keep me here
as i sleep my life away
aboard the dream of nowhere
Get aboard the fun train! Have a beer, have a cheer. Good times are a coming. Just imagine it and it will be there for you.
“All aboard” came the booming voice of the Captain, and Felicity rushed to gather all of her luggage and get in line. Waves crashed upon the ship almost violently as the ship rocked back and forth in the storm. What a day to pick to travel.
“Welcome aboard the HSM Crusader,” he said, gesturing with wide arms towards the bulk of the ship.
“It’s a fine ship, Captain Reynolds,” I remarked offhandedly as I looked around, hoping to appear suitably impressed. I was, of course, but what did I know of one ship from another? Until I’d stepped foot in the harbor that morning, I’d thought the small ships which bobbed no more than a foot from the dock impressive vessels.
Running to catch the train, everyone rushes. People jump aboard and others are pushed out of the way. I grab onto the railing and let the train pull me as I jump up in the platform. My knee hits the doorway and my heel slips off of the platform, I fall flat on my butt and everyone tramples me, my train of thought disapears with a tail of strangers following behind; I’m left with an aching spine.
aboard this ship, i sail the seas
without a care, about where i’d be
i run away, from this cruel world
to a land unknown, where i can grow
You jump onto the train. It’s going so fast. You feel free at last. No wires to hold you back or circuits to connect to. You have flesh and you can finally feel the breeze. You are finally free and happy. You look at your love. He smiles at you and you smile back.
“All aboard!”
The conductor called his age-old saying to the mostly empty platform. Few people in the states took trains these days, and even fewer even had their ears open to hear his call. New technology filled the ear canals of the new youths with music or conversation. Sometimes he thought about stepping off of the train after it had pulled away from the station to see if anyone would notice him then.
The ship took off. She was sailing or the first time. The wind blew through her hair and she turned and smiled at me. I felt a warm buzz as I watched her stand and look at the water below. we hit something. She fell. I jumped in after her trying to rescue her. But we’re both made of metal and we sunk.
I was aboard a ship traveling to the great beyond. The great beyond, far across the vast ocean, to a brand new world that had never been seen before. I was aboard a ship that rocked with the waves and would carry me through the storms to the great beyond.
aboard, ça commence mal, suis-je dedans, dehors, à bord de quoi ? un site sur l’écriture et déjà je me
“Climb aboard son” the man said. “Where’s this train headed?” I ask him and I put my foot onto the platform. He said “It’s headed to new orleans, but you can jump off any time you’d like”. And I turned and blew her a kiss goodbye.
The seas were rough, and I stumbled back and forth as waves battered the boat. It was just a little speedboat, supposed to be a casual fishing trip, a little distance from shore for a little privacy and maybe some better bites. But as icy water splashed over the edges, I knew that our innocent little trip out had now become a struggle for survival.
I stumble too near to the ship’s railing, almost losing my lunch over its heaving side. The waves crash with thunderous anger, and we rock back and forth, back and forth in churning slate-colored water. I regret coming aboard—we all do, but whether or not we’re willing to admit it is another thing altogether.
you should be packaged like pills; prescription labels, tight caps
something to warn me about addiction and relapse
I float on a high, but in a grave that I’ve dug
the beat of your heart is one hell of a drug.
Of course, it takes a massive, unforeseen change, as if brought about by the hand of God, in order for one’s life to take such an abrupt turn. And, in my case, that was my first trip abroad. And somehow, in three months’ time, I found myself wandering in the claustrophobic alleyways of Fez, the Moroccan sun turning my hair the color of weak tea and my skin the same color as the dye in the peddler ladies’ pots of rouge.