the dock was quite cold that morning. as is it always with it being so close to the water. i dipped my small toe into it to wake myself up. i felt like i had been sleeping for so long,, but at this point in my life it was time to wake. i loved you and i left.
He pulled away from the dock, rowing more quickly as he reached the deeper water. He had to get away. From the land, from her, from everything that felt so confining back behind him. Here he was, now he was free. He could travel anywhere he wanted. Perhaps Brazil?
it reminds me of water. floating air, wind, i don’t know… freedom, as a journey ready to begin. a ship ready to take off. a heart broken by the fact that a loved one will soon be gone to sea. it reminds me of summer, fresh air, fish, ships, and jumping in, soaking wet from head to toe. long dry hair, shaped with salt water and sun.
When I think of the word dock I see visions of water, also songs about clocks and even porn. the one thing I don’t really think of is chicken. Oh the joys of a word.
long and made of wood, so that you can walk out over the water. watch the sunset. family. when i was little, before the hurricane took away the old dock, we went fishing a lot. mullet, redfish, croaker.
It is interesting that we all have different docking stations in our lives. Of course we wouldn’t call them that. In reality they are our friends, the places we go, and all of the emotions we have left behind. I miss him… he was my favorite place to dock.
Dock. Coming in to interact with other people because we must. We have to as a principle of the dock. I have a little space just for me. A cute little extra special space that fits my boat. I can walk around. Enjoy the water.
But sometimes I need a place with sand. To run aground with my canoe and leave for another beach later.
thats where i land. I see you standing at the edge. calling…. i walk towards you and fall straight in.
Thats where I want to be – beneath the landing dock.
Sitting on the dock of the bay is the obvious choice here, but I also think of computers – lame huh? But I think about the work that I’m not doing, the work I could take elsewhere by undocking and going, and the idea of undocking in general. I’d like to undock my life and go too.
We slowly pulled the boat up to the dock. I was stretched out over the front to grab a post and tie us off when the guy behind me suddenly put the boat into reverse. Kersplash! I went flying off the front end of the boat and into the water missing the dock by only inches. Wait till I get my hands on that brother of mine!
Oh, I already did this one. Ill write about evil instead. Evil in a certain entity’s eyes is to commit an unmoral act, when morality is defined by that certain entity. Does that mean the evil person doesn’t think himself evil? That depends on whether he is part of that entity.
go is the imperative to life once life. I’m not english i’m italian so ..i musto go and live somewhere out of here where life is better. Life must be better somewhere else…
It’s sad..i love my city but it’s dieing…i must go away
A lone sail on the horizon, the people on the dock stop what they were doing to look. Maybe it is their loved ones, finally home from the long sea voyage they had begun almost a year ago. The sail nears and people squint. Is it them? Could it be? Everyone seems to be holding their breath, as if breathing too heavily will blow the sail back to where ever it came from. Slowly it nears, the people have crowded near the end of the dock now. Waiting. Hoping.
Johnny used to work on the docks. He worked nine to five every day to support his family. Johnny learned a lot of useful things and a lot of unuseful things. Once he left, he swore he would never go back. Now he works in an office. Sad Sad Johnny.
out on the lake where i used to go fishing with my family members that hate me because im not rich like them and i am loud and flamboyant and i am a bad influence well fuck those people all they do is ruin my life and i can do that just fine without their added nonsense.
I remember the dock behind my old house in Maine. Led straight to the most gorgeous waters ever, to just sit there and think about everything and life and nothing all at once. I moved from that house. And I, unfortunately, never sat on that dock.
on the dock the children play
one falls of into the water
murky
toiling
the others never notice
the skin which was rosy before is now turning a jaundice
no even a struggle
he never liked those neighbour kids anyway
the mucky bottom envelopes him and he is warm and content and solitary and death is perfect
I was sitting on the dock thinking about where my life was going and what adventures might be in store. I did not hear the footsteps until they almost reached the edge of the shore. I felt him moving there before I heard him, and I was afraid of what our meeting would mean for him and for his family.
boats, romance, sitting on the dock with your partner holding hands; sharing and capturing peaceful moments; tranquility; pitter patter of water, creaking of the dock, smell of the sea, others fishing, perhaps sharing the same moment as you
A dock as in a place where to dock boats. ive never really been to a dock. isnt that sad? i wish it were warm out so it would make sense to go to a dock. somehthing seems calming about the word “dock”… i bet its nice to just sit and be free..
the clock ticks the moments away….each precious second sliding into the past…..never to be seen again…Sometimes I wish they can be retrieved but no…perhaps it is best they stay in the past where they belong…they have had their day.
Sitting on the dock of the bay…I wasn’t letting time roll away. Instead I was watching the boats, the ships and dreams sail along. It was a beautiful day…thanks to the sun on the dock and blue skies above.
The dock swayed gently as the breeze ruffled the lake top. Joe squinted toward the island across the way. He thought he could dimly see a figure moving in the shadows. With a shrug, he cast his line again.
The gray water and taciturn gulls flew past the mast stuck into the boat that would soon take him to the island of Dr. Murder. When he gets there, he knows what he has to do: kill her and her lover, then turn the gun on himself. He strode over to the small blue boat, toed the decaying wood at the end of the dock, and stepped into the vessel that would carry him to his death.
of the bay, isn’t it? Or the way a spaceship comes in to connect with the bigger one, the Mir or whatever, with its protruding corridor – how do they always know that they’ll fit? Ikea in space in the future or what?
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Wondering why you went away
Earth stations dock
Computers have stations to dock
Sounds like duck
Leads to nip and tuck
Please don’t dock my pay.
Sittin on the dock of the bay, a song that can be sung only in the deep croon of a large man at ease, had always been her favorite song. She couldn’t hear it without thinking of him, and that was the way she liked it.
I think about boats and gently slapping waves. It’s sunny, the wood boards are old, there are sounds of water and wood. There aren’t people. I don’t know if I’m going anywhere, but I could.
where criminals await their sentences. or to have your salary cut a little for some transgression. or where boats come to berth. perhaps even the act of coming to into the harbor. so many meanings i don’t know what else to say
iPod. My god is that the generation/place I’m in now? At the back of my mind “harbour” was slow to answer. You are my dock. The place I go to when I need refuelling.
i don’t know what a dock is. I suppose it’s that wooden site at the banks of rivers, where people jump from. or lakes. here in portugal we don’t have many lakes.
the dock was quite cold that morning. as is it always with it being so close to the water. i dipped my small toe into it to wake myself up. i felt like i had been sleeping for so long,, but at this point in my life it was time to wake. i loved you and i left.
He pulled away from the dock, rowing more quickly as he reached the deeper water. He had to get away. From the land, from her, from everything that felt so confining back behind him. Here he was, now he was free. He could travel anywhere he wanted. Perhaps Brazil?
it reminds me of water. floating air, wind, i don’t know… freedom, as a journey ready to begin. a ship ready to take off. a heart broken by the fact that a loved one will soon be gone to sea. it reminds me of summer, fresh air, fish, ships, and jumping in, soaking wet from head to toe. long dry hair, shaped with salt water and sun.
When I think of the word dock I see visions of water, also songs about clocks and even porn. the one thing I don’t really think of is chicken. Oh the joys of a word.
long and made of wood, so that you can walk out over the water. watch the sunset. family. when i was little, before the hurricane took away the old dock, we went fishing a lot. mullet, redfish, croaker.
It is interesting that we all have different docking stations in our lives. Of course we wouldn’t call them that. In reality they are our friends, the places we go, and all of the emotions we have left behind. I miss him… he was my favorite place to dock.
Dock. Coming in to interact with other people because we must. We have to as a principle of the dock. I have a little space just for me. A cute little extra special space that fits my boat. I can walk around. Enjoy the water.
But sometimes I need a place with sand. To run aground with my canoe and leave for another beach later.
thats where i land. I see you standing at the edge. calling…. i walk towards you and fall straight in.
Thats where I want to be – beneath the landing dock.
Sitting on the dock of the bay is the obvious choice here, but I also think of computers – lame huh? But I think about the work that I’m not doing, the work I could take elsewhere by undocking and going, and the idea of undocking in general. I’d like to undock my life and go too.
We slowly pulled the boat up to the dock. I was stretched out over the front to grab a post and tie us off when the guy behind me suddenly put the boat into reverse. Kersplash! I went flying off the front end of the boat and into the water missing the dock by only inches. Wait till I get my hands on that brother of mine!
i cant wait for the damn spaceship to dock with the mothership so my robots can get here and make me some dinner!
My perverted and tainted mind can only think of one thing when I see the word dock: Space Dock. Google it if you dare.
Oh, I already did this one. Ill write about evil instead. Evil in a certain entity’s eyes is to commit an unmoral act, when morality is defined by that certain entity. Does that mean the evil person doesn’t think himself evil? That depends on whether he is part of that entity.
go is the imperative to life once life. I’m not english i’m italian so ..i musto go and live somewhere out of here where life is better. Life must be better somewhere else…
It’s sad..i love my city but it’s dieing…i must go away
A lone sail on the horizon, the people on the dock stop what they were doing to look. Maybe it is their loved ones, finally home from the long sea voyage they had begun almost a year ago. The sail nears and people squint. Is it them? Could it be? Everyone seems to be holding their breath, as if breathing too heavily will blow the sail back to where ever it came from. Slowly it nears, the people have crowded near the end of the dock now. Waiting. Hoping.
Johnny used to work on the docks. He worked nine to five every day to support his family. Johnny learned a lot of useful things and a lot of unuseful things. Once he left, he swore he would never go back. Now he works in an office. Sad Sad Johnny.
out on the lake where i used to go fishing with my family members that hate me because im not rich like them and i am loud and flamboyant and i am a bad influence well fuck those people all they do is ruin my life and i can do that just fine without their added nonsense.
I remember the dock behind my old house in Maine. Led straight to the most gorgeous waters ever, to just sit there and think about everything and life and nothing all at once. I moved from that house. And I, unfortunately, never sat on that dock.
on the dock the children play
one falls of into the water
murky
toiling
the others never notice
the skin which was rosy before is now turning a jaundice
no even a struggle
he never liked those neighbour kids anyway
the mucky bottom envelopes him and he is warm and content and solitary and death is perfect
I was sitting on the dock thinking about where my life was going and what adventures might be in store. I did not hear the footsteps until they almost reached the edge of the shore. I felt him moving there before I heard him, and I was afraid of what our meeting would mean for him and for his family.
dock -doc bleeding nausea hope and shame.
furious and slow laughing at my own negligence because I cannot escape.
boats, romance, sitting on the dock with your partner holding hands; sharing and capturing peaceful moments; tranquility; pitter patter of water, creaking of the dock, smell of the sea, others fishing, perhaps sharing the same moment as you
A dock as in a place where to dock boats. ive never really been to a dock. isnt that sad? i wish it were warm out so it would make sense to go to a dock. somehthing seems calming about the word “dock”… i bet its nice to just sit and be free..
the clock ticks the moments away….each precious second sliding into the past…..never to be seen again…Sometimes I wish they can be retrieved but no…perhaps it is best they stay in the past where they belong…they have had their day.
Sitting on the dock of the bay…I wasn’t letting time roll away. Instead I was watching the boats, the ships and dreams sail along. It was a beautiful day…thanks to the sun on the dock and blue skies above.
The dock swayed gently as the breeze ruffled the lake top. Joe squinted toward the island across the way. He thought he could dimly see a figure moving in the shadows. With a shrug, he cast his line again.
The gray water and taciturn gulls flew past the mast stuck into the boat that would soon take him to the island of Dr. Murder. When he gets there, he knows what he has to do: kill her and her lover, then turn the gun on himself. He strode over to the small blue boat, toed the decaying wood at the end of the dock, and stepped into the vessel that would carry him to his death.
of the bay, isn’t it? Or the way a spaceship comes in to connect with the bigger one, the Mir or whatever, with its protruding corridor – how do they always know that they’ll fit? Ikea in space in the future or what?
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Wondering why you went away
Earth stations dock
Computers have stations to dock
Sounds like duck
Leads to nip and tuck
Please don’t dock my pay.
Sittin on the dock of the bay, a song that can be sung only in the deep croon of a large man at ease, had always been her favorite song. She couldn’t hear it without thinking of him, and that was the way she liked it.
I think about boats and gently slapping waves. It’s sunny, the wood boards are old, there are sounds of water and wood. There aren’t people. I don’t know if I’m going anywhere, but I could.
where criminals await their sentences. or to have your salary cut a little for some transgression. or where boats come to berth. perhaps even the act of coming to into the harbor. so many meanings i don’t know what else to say
iPod. My god is that the generation/place I’m in now? At the back of my mind “harbour” was slow to answer. You are my dock. The place I go to when I need refuelling.
dockarbeiter wasser sonnenuntergang schiff angeln schwimmen holzplanken algen, hohles ger
Why is this the same word as yesterday??
WHY IS THIS THE SAME WORD AS YESTERDAY?
i don’t know what a dock is. I suppose it’s that wooden site at the banks of rivers, where people jump from. or lakes. here in portugal we don’t have many lakes.