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Shipwrecked

Orc_Pirate_68
Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell
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Joined 29th June 2018
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The Cruel Princess

"There she swings, an empty hulk, not a soul below now,  
Number seven starboard mess misses Jack and Joe now."  
Echoed from the ghosts on the sea floor,  
Walking through the wreckage of a ship now, nevermore.  

Once the mightiest of sea vessels,  
And partook in the mightiest of sea battles,  
But now overrun with barnacles, seaweed, and kelp,  
And plundered by merfolk, a ship beyond help.  
 
Amongst the rotting wood, half buried in the sand,  
Glimmers a doubloon, from a treasure once grand,  
Caught by a rare ray of sunlight,  
That it hasn't seen since that fateful night.  
 
When the tide goes out,  
Sometimes you can see a sail beam, tall and stout,  
And the name, The Cruel Princess,  
Now trapped forever in the sea's darkness.  
 
The vessel would travel across that bay,  
Nearly every fortnight, and day,  
Until that fateful day,  
When off it's course, the wind blew it astray,  
And the waves carried it away.  
 
Early gales blew in that night,  
Putting them in a position, tight.  
The ship hit a reef,  
And to their disbelief,  
 
They went down,  
The ship went so fast, they had no time but to drown,  
At the far end of the bay,  
Amongst sharp rocks and reefs that day.  
 
The crew and their loot, were lost at sea,  
Where they had once been free,  
To plunder,  
And freely wander.  
 
So thick was the fog that night,  
That they couldn't see the lighthouse light,  
On that moonless night,  
The lack of light,  
Induced a great fright.  
 
Now, all that remains,  
Trapped, deep in the ocean's domains,  
Amongst a kelp forest,  
The vessel's eternal rest.  
 
The wood, slowly disintegrating to oblivion,  
The treasure of coins, and jewels, including obsidian,  
Almost all, pillaged by the merfolk,  
The spirits of the drowned, they did envoke.  
 
From the land of the living they've been forcefully unyoked,  
Their bodies, the home of epitokes,  
Home to pelagic species,  
Some of which are still unknown mysteries.  
 
A ship at the bottom of the sea,  
Where it was fated to be,  
Down where no one can see,  
Where the dead are trapped, but from their bodies, free.
Written by Orc_Pirate_68 (Sabrina Kirk-Caldwell)
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
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Joined 26th Nov 2018
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Shipwrecked Soul

Ahoy! There she is!
In formal times, gracefully gliding across the glassy sea;
her figure so stout and proud.

On a voyage (life’s journey) so resolute, unwavering
against the coming storms (challenges)
and serpents (assholes) of the deep blue sea (the world).

Her sails swelled by the gift of wind,
carrying her body so peacefully
to a coming doom (death).

There in that moment, she was,
a silhouette
in the burning backdrop of the far off,

dusking horizon (future).
No other words to describe it.
She was, gone.

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Rage, rage
against the daunting waves
of the deep sea!

They’ll batter,
and curse your body
till it is broken,

but you dear schooner (lady)
shall remain stoutly proud
and strongminded.

Your voyage far too enthused by the souls (babies) within your womb;
sailors that long only to arise one day
on your pristine deck to see the sun.

For now,
their informal body
man your beating heart.

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Drifting along glass,
the serpents
have seized your sails!

Now,
your broken body
has had its beating.

What’s left is a black silhouette of broken masts,
Angrily piercing the burning backdrop
of the dusking horizon.

Your naivety boding ill,
not at all auspicious to your hopes in your life’s voyage.
In shores far off, debris from your life are beached;

to be salvaged by persons
whom know not your story.
To them you are lost, no more.

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Sunken beneath the glass.
With hearts writhing
with beatings perished,

this body, is a shipwrecked soul
not favored by fortune.
Suffering from the misfortune

of rejection
from society and home,
a castaway (outcast).

Together you took who you love in your womb
and carried them
to the bottom (suicide).

There
you will reside for eternity
in tranquility and rest (Hell).
    
Written by gothicsurrealism (Daniel Long)
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Heaven_sent_Kathy
Thought Provoker
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Joined 1st Nov 2017
Forum Posts: 177

Shipwrecked: Notes of an Online Journal

Shipwrecked    
   
   
The bilious green of dull and latex walls    
Will have me lurch and choke my dinner up.    
There isn't any mercy where it falls,    
Instead to reach a point to fill my cup.    
   
I don't know what I've done to be in here,    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.    
The sick from errant voyage' facial smear,    
How quick dishevelment turns to withdrawals.    
   
I seem to hear the gale that with me crawls,    
It too must feel the slog from gut to neck.    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls,    
The throbbing in my head, ungodly wreck.    
   
And worst of all I'm clueless where I went    
That brought me here among the siren calls.    
Which boat I'm in beneath its rolling deck,    
The bilious green of dull and latex walls.    
   
   
   
   
   
For the "Shipwrecked" competition with host AEMelia564
Written by Heaven_sent_Kathy
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wallyroo92
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 11th July 2012
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Marooned

This desolate island has everything I dreamed,
With the clearest of oceans and bluest skies,
But not everything is always as it seems,
I find myself trapped alone in paradise.

After the storm at sea everyone perished,
Except for me, when I alone washed up ashore,
I lost everything and everyone I cherished,
I found myself deserted like never before.

In that bit of heaven I found other keepsakes,
Of past castaways and the days they spent here,
I discovered treasures as if they are sweepstakes,
Riches from old shipwrecks lost over the years.

I grew a beard and learned to hunt and to fish,
But I lost all faith and hope, I’d never be found,
I had all the silver and gold one could ever wish,
I was a multibillionaire but with no one around.

A year later there was a terrible storm,
I lost my hut and supplies but I knew I’d thrive,
Then on the beach I saw a familiar form,
A beautiful woman on the wet sand alive.

One day when we looked into eachother’s eyes,
Marooned for months together we found our pleasures,
Under the clearest of oceans and bluest of skies,
Of all the riches, she was my special treasure.

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Whoa...did not see that coming! Thank you so much! I am deeply honoured. Your comp challenged me to put into words something deeply meaningful to me, so I thank you for the challenge. Happy to stand beside so many fabulous writers.  :-)

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