the space shutle was suppose to dock to the international space station. It was suppose to happen two hours ago. but sometj\hing went wrong, terribly wrong
it’s cold and dark when you finally arrive, and you’re soaked to the bones but it doesn’t matter. knees shake and fingers quiver, and eyes search wildly. and there he is, smiling. smiling like he always used to. but he looks sad somewhat and you don’t know why.
Ha! I’m listening to Christmas music…dock was not what I was prepared for…I guess this fits because at this time of year, there are thousands of toys sitting on the docks waiting to be distributed to crazy consumers and their kids all across the nation. Also pretty sunsets.
We sailed out from the dock that morning, and by the afternoon, we were barely recognizable as ourselves. The time that had passed so slowly aged us as though it had been as many years as hours. It was a strange thing, and all were curious. If only we had had any recollection of that day, it might have been better.
I stood on the pier watching the boats go out to sea. They were so free, so beautiful. I wanted to be one of those boats, with their sails flying free. I wanted to have that freedom. I loved my home, I loved my friends and my family more than anything in the world, but I also wanted to be out there, flying on the wind, with no one to please but myself and the whole world in front of me.
The dock rocked back and forth gently with the wake as the ferry passed by. He stood out on the old dock on the eastside of town in the bitter cold night, breathing softly and drawing in cold thin mouthfuls of air. He waited longer. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep warm. Then when this was unsuccessful he rubbed them together, but lacked vigor. Then he saw her boat enter the harbor and approach the old, frozen dock. His hands were numb, his toes numb, his face numb, but he lit up and was warmed from the inside and out. But he was still cold.
long and weathered from the sun and salty lapping waves, it led to the one pure joy of her childhood. The candy store that rested at the far end of the dock was inviting not only for the candy necklace that she would buy, but for the friendly smile of the young girl who worked there that seemed to say…it would one day be alright.
There she was on the slowly swaying dock, looking deeply into the rushes only barely visible below the stormy, lapping water. The wood was rotted through and just as she took a step for a closer look, the board underfoot crumbled.
Ocean and sunset with small waves crashing against the beach. The seagulls cry in loneliness, or are they just hungry? I feel the wind on my face and I don’t want to leave this magical place. It’s mine alone.
The woman approaches the dock, her hair tossing in the wind. A dismal look is in her eyes, her right hand grasping a crumpled photograph. She walks slowly towards the edge….
she sat, legs dangling off the edge of the dock. the dark water lapped at the shore and the warm summer breeze brushed her face, pushing her brown hair away from her eyes. the blanket of heat soothed her racing heart and the constant movement of the sea calmed her ragged breaths.
sitting at the dock of the bay watching the tide role away. Watching all the ships role in and then i watch them role away again. This is madness. Why i’m i writing in this crazy little box of madness, about dock!
i love docks, they remind me of my aunts house because my aunt used to have a beautiful dock with crab traps that hung off of it right off of the back bay in biloxi. its not there anymore and neither is her house due to hurricane katrina, but i used to just love walking out onto the dock and looking out into the water.
apparently when I was younger and lived on a boat my folks had to keep me on a leash because I would try to run off of the dock. I dunno. It sounds amusing now. Docks in general have had a pretty good conotation for me. They represent the time from about 8-10 years old, when my family sailed a lot.
There are times when I just sit and watch the subarban homes outside my windows. The dreary gray pavement, the cloudy overcast sky overhead
But sometimes I can be smell the strangest hint of salt in the air.
and I imagine for a brief moment im on a dock watching boats pass by instead of SUVS.
last summer i went to my lake house and walked out on my dock. i looked over the lake at the beauty god had placed before me. i was finally at peace, inside and out. i took a deep breath in and let it out. finally, a chance to get away and relax. get away from the noise and business of every day life. have freedom for one weekend to do whatever i please. summer is a wonderful thing.
he docked a mark for every time i misused a comma. he wouldn’t tell me how they were supposed to be used. he just kept docking marks. he was a sick bastard.
i was standing on the dock. i had nowhere to go i stood there still, stiller than the pebbles before my feet. i stopped and realized nothing was happening and sat down and fell asleep.
oh i thought it said dick. what a dirty mind i have. but a dock. a dock is great. id love to go on a boat. go somewhere. anywhere. why not. whats stopping me? money.
a pretty boat sets sail. hey there doc! can ya fix me up? i do not own any docker pants. i don’t. barefoot on a dock is quite peaceful. hickory dickery dock.
I wanna dock with you, I wanna dock with you. When is your ship coming to my dock? I sit here everyday in the evenings, waiting for you. Why are you still orbiting in the sea? My dock is empty, you can come in now… dock with me, toffy, dock with me… perch on my dock here at sea.
The dock at the bay was large and wooden. Two people stood on it, holding hands as they looked over the sea. The sun was slowly setting and the wind picking up in what promised to be a chilly autumn night. The lighthouse at the end was just starting it’s beaken.
Out by the dock one day she noticed something shiny floating in the water below her. Cautious at first she needed a closer look. She moved her body a little further over the pier and out of nowhere lost balance and fell in. In a suprise she swam to the top holding her breath and reached for the surface with the shiny object in hand.
This is the shortcut bar at the bottom of my computer screen. I haven’t figured out whether the items down there are completely arbitrary or if there’s some rhyme or reason to them. There are a few that I use every day. Most, I haven’t touched. What’s the use of a shortcut that takes you as long to get around to using as it would to use it in the immediate now?
a house but not a home, an empty haven.
the space shutle was suppose to dock to the international space station. It was suppose to happen two hours ago. but sometj\hing went wrong, terribly wrong
there are ships
it’s cold and dark when you finally arrive, and you’re soaked to the bones but it doesn’t matter. knees shake and fingers quiver, and eyes search wildly. and there he is, smiling. smiling like he always used to. but he looks sad somewhat and you don’t know why.
Ha! I’m listening to Christmas music…dock was not what I was prepared for…I guess this fits because at this time of year, there are thousands of toys sitting on the docks waiting to be distributed to crazy consumers and their kids all across the nation. Also pretty sunsets.
A dock is a place where you can park boats,
big ones small ones and many types,
There are many sizes of docks too.
I think o it as the thing tat floats in the water and you can swim to it and jump off.
I dunno what that is… What is a dock? Well maybe its a… U know what I dunno…
I was at the dock when this gignatic bass hit my lure. It weight nine pounds which was a personal best for me. The dock was
Under the eye in harbor under vacant sky. Calm ticking sinks to chest sitting.
i was sitting on the dock when i saw her. she was standing there at the edge like she was walking on water.
it was summer time. it was coney island.
but as soon as i wiped the sweat from my eyes, just like that she was gone.
she was never there to begin with.
ship waits here, on the dock, problems,
the day the ship landed up in the dock it was open to
We sailed out from the dock that morning, and by the afternoon, we were barely recognizable as ourselves. The time that had passed so slowly aged us as though it had been as many years as hours. It was a strange thing, and all were curious. If only we had had any recollection of that day, it might have been better.
I stood on the pier watching the boats go out to sea. They were so free, so beautiful. I wanted to be one of those boats, with their sails flying free. I wanted to have that freedom. I loved my home, I loved my friends and my family more than anything in the world, but I also wanted to be out there, flying on the wind, with no one to please but myself and the whole world in front of me.
The dock rocked back and forth gently with the wake as the ferry passed by. He stood out on the old dock on the eastside of town in the bitter cold night, breathing softly and drawing in cold thin mouthfuls of air. He waited longer. He shoved his hands in his pockets to keep warm. Then when this was unsuccessful he rubbed them together, but lacked vigor. Then he saw her boat enter the harbor and approach the old, frozen dock. His hands were numb, his toes numb, his face numb, but he lit up and was warmed from the inside and out. But he was still cold.
long and weathered from the sun and salty lapping waves, it led to the one pure joy of her childhood. The candy store that rested at the far end of the dock was inviting not only for the candy necklace that she would buy, but for the friendly smile of the young girl who worked there that seemed to say…it would one day be alright.
Hickory dickory dock.
Dock rhymes with cock.
Cock and balls.
Deck the halls.
Hickory dickory dock.
Dock is not Dokken. Dock is not George Lynch.
Dock is dock.
There she was on the slowly swaying dock, looking deeply into the rushes only barely visible below the stormy, lapping water. The wood was rotted through and just as she took a step for a closer look, the board underfoot crumbled.
Ocean and sunset with small waves crashing against the beach. The seagulls cry in loneliness, or are they just hungry? I feel the wind on my face and I don’t want to leave this magical place. It’s mine alone.
The woman approaches the dock, her hair tossing in the wind. A dismal look is in her eyes, her right hand grasping a crumpled photograph. She walks slowly towards the edge….
dock
old wooden planks stand lonely out over the cold sea
memories of generations past hang over it like spectral visions
haunting
dock
she sat, legs dangling off the edge of the dock. the dark water lapped at the shore and the warm summer breeze brushed her face, pushing her brown hair away from her eyes. the blanket of heat soothed her racing heart and the constant movement of the sea calmed her ragged breaths.
sitting at the dock of the bay watching the tide role away. Watching all the ships role in and then i watch them role away again. This is madness. Why i’m i writing in this crazy little box of madness, about dock!
kiss me on the dock
i love docks, they remind me of my aunts house because my aunt used to have a beautiful dock with crab traps that hung off of it right off of the back bay in biloxi. its not there anymore and neither is her house due to hurricane katrina, but i used to just love walking out onto the dock and looking out into the water.
apparently when I was younger and lived on a boat my folks had to keep me on a leash because I would try to run off of the dock. I dunno. It sounds amusing now. Docks in general have had a pretty good conotation for me. They represent the time from about 8-10 years old, when my family sailed a lot.
There are times when I just sit and watch the subarban homes outside my windows. The dreary gray pavement, the cloudy overcast sky overhead
But sometimes I can be smell the strangest hint of salt in the air.
and I imagine for a brief moment im on a dock watching boats pass by instead of SUVS.
She stood by the dock, hair fluttering in the wind
“Why did you do that?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
A ship sailed away into the sunset.
“Tell me. Do you love me?” I asked
“I do . . . but . . .”
I stabbed her
last summer i went to my lake house and walked out on my dock. i looked over the lake at the beauty god had placed before me. i was finally at peace, inside and out. i took a deep breath in and let it out. finally, a chance to get away and relax. get away from the noise and business of every day life. have freedom for one weekend to do whatever i please. summer is a wonderful thing.
he docked a mark for every time i misused a comma. he wouldn’t tell me how they were supposed to be used. he just kept docking marks. he was a sick bastard.
i was standing on the dock. i had nowhere to go i stood there still, stiller than the pebbles before my feet. i stopped and realized nothing was happening and sat down and fell asleep.
oh i thought it said dick. what a dirty mind i have. but a dock. a dock is great. id love to go on a boat. go somewhere. anywhere. why not. whats stopping me? money.
damn the money.
There is a beautiful place made of wood seperated by large openings. Fish are jumping. Yeah.
a pretty boat sets sail. hey there doc! can ya fix me up? i do not own any docker pants. i don’t. barefoot on a dock is quite peaceful. hickory dickery dock.
I wanna dock with you, I wanna dock with you. When is your ship coming to my dock? I sit here everyday in the evenings, waiting for you. Why are you still orbiting in the sea? My dock is empty, you can come in now… dock with me, toffy, dock with me… perch on my dock here at sea.
All hands to docking bay #1.
Really guys. Get yo asses to docking bay #1!
There is really something rad about to happen at…
Docking bay #1.
See y’all there! :-)
i stand on the dock
locked
looking out to the rocks
the gulls flock
and i walk
this home entertainment centre
sure looks real
The dock at the bay was large and wooden. Two people stood on it, holding hands as they looked over the sea. The sun was slowly setting and the wind picking up in what promised to be a chilly autumn night. The lighthouse at the end was just starting it’s beaken.
Out by the dock one day she noticed something shiny floating in the water below her. Cautious at first she needed a closer look. She moved her body a little further over the pier and out of nowhere lost balance and fell in. In a suprise she swam to the top holding her breath and reached for the surface with the shiny object in hand.
This is the shortcut bar at the bottom of my computer screen. I haven’t figured out whether the items down there are completely arbitrary or if there’s some rhyme or reason to them. There are a few that I use every day. Most, I haven’t touched. What’s the use of a shortcut that takes you as long to get around to using as it would to use it in the immediate now?