The bow crested the wave in a dazzling spray of white and blue. The sky was empty save for the blazing beacon of the sun high overhead. Luke beamed in satisfaction. The sweet spot between rising and falling was pure bliss. He longed to fly with the gulls that oft circled overhead. A dream that stretched back farther than he could remember, back to when he wasn't old enough to join his father's crew. Watching from the longest pier, the boat cresting the horizon with its omnipresent flock. Today, however, there were no birds to be seen. The wind was gusting far too strongly. A storm had to be on the way. Luke was pulled back to reality as the boat slammed down behind the swell. Lurching everything that wasn't tied down forward with the threat of falling into the ocean below. Shouts erupted from behind Luke, causing him to spin around. It was time to get to work. The other men, including his father who bore the look of a sturdy tree planted directly on the deck, were straining
A Hand Without A Hand To Hold by marton96, literature
Literature
A Hand Without A Hand To Hold
Eight years Like years out at sea No time for you and me I long Together, for us to be My hand in yours Months apart Weeks cherished together The joy and the sorrow The tears and the laughter My hand in yours I miss The warmth of your arms The sound of your heart The deep gaze of your eyes My hand in yours You have Everything I am The best, And worst of me Made me whole My hand in yours Without you I wait patiently, And keep waiting I will, Until I can hold My hand in yours Without you I just have this hand, Without a hand to hold
6:30
It's time to wake up
Getting out of bed,
I'm feeling quite dirty
7:30
I'm heading out the door
Sprinting to the bus stop
My pedal to the floor
8:00
The bus is jam-packed full
Only half way there
And still three stops to go
9:30
The bus is really late
Running from the bus stop
Must be some sort of fate
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
It's the cut throat
Money grabbing
Ladder climbing
Social dying
Big raise
Job that pays
Work that steals
Money that kills
I'm on my way to work
Yea-ah I'm on my way to work
Yea-ah on my way to work
Yea-ah welcome to our lives
Yea-ah now let's get bac
You kill us you shoot us you keep us down
You enslave torture and sell us for fun
You starve us to keep your crown
You let us go without seeing the sun
You stay on top, oppress us with your faith
You are comfortable drowning us in your wealth
You feel strength sitting beside your wraith
You feel empowered with your good health
We shall rise to quell your dominion
You will not live to see another day
We are glad to rid ourselves of your opression
Now it is safe for our children to play
We stand united and strong against your tide
We will rise, all of us
Equal
Wandering in a wild wood
Down a twisting twiggy path
Deep under shrouding shade
That blankets blooming fungi
Happen upon a quiet clearing
Thoughts abruptly abscond
Bathed in reposeful radiance
Rest atop a bare bough
Take in sweet smells
Damp leaves, lavender, and lilly
Mind eased endlessly
Allay conciousness calmly
Shrill carrion call
Calm is but a memory
Darkness falling all around
Path lost to an ocean of trees
Fire built to incite incalescence
Once again blanketed in reposeful radience
rolling boiling fulminating ocean
turbulent tumbling tumultuous sea
endless discord
order absent
Trapped in a bubble of confusion
Surrounded by love and hate
never to be sorted
MisplaCed constantly
Reflection distorted
who are you?
emotions
imploding
And so as twilight fades,
as does thine soul.
Naught is left but cold,
no chance for warmth.
Sorrow permeates the heart,
deep and without mercy.
A life once with hope,
empties itself.
And so in the dark,
regret.
In the shadows I live
A world of gray
Void of light
Void of colour
Emotions are cold
Life is numb
Inside is hollow
Outside is empty
Everything just out of sight
Can't make anything out
How to move forwards
How to move backwards
So many questions
No answers
No salvation
No destruction
Save for the light
Bring it back to me
The bow crested the wave in a dazzling spray of white and blue. The sky was empty save for the blazing beacon of the sun high overhead. Luke beamed in satisfaction. The sweet spot between rising and falling was pure bliss. He longed to fly with the gulls that oft circled overhead. A dream that stretched back farther than he could remember, back to when he wasn't old enough to join his father's crew. Watching from the longest pier, the boat cresting the horizon with its omnipresent flock. Today, however, there were no birds to be seen. The wind was gusting far too strongly. A storm had to be on the way. Luke was pulled back to reality as the boat slammed down behind the swell. Lurching everything that wasn't tied down forward with the threat of falling into the ocean below. Shouts erupted from behind Luke, causing him to spin around. It was time to get to work. The other men, including his father who bore the look of a sturdy tree planted directly on the deck, were straining
A Hand Without A Hand To Hold by marton96, literature
Literature
A Hand Without A Hand To Hold
Eight years Like years out at sea No time for you and me I long Together, for us to be My hand in yours Months apart Weeks cherished together The joy and the sorrow The tears and the laughter My hand in yours I miss The warmth of your arms The sound of your heart The deep gaze of your eyes My hand in yours You have Everything I am The best, And worst of me Made me whole My hand in yours Without you I wait patiently, And keep waiting I will, Until I can hold My hand in yours Without you I just have this hand, Without a hand to hold
6:30
It's time to wake up
Getting out of bed,
I'm feeling quite dirty
7:30
I'm heading out the door
Sprinting to the bus stop
My pedal to the floor
8:00
The bus is jam-packed full
Only half way there
And still three stops to go
9:30
The bus is really late
Running from the bus stop
Must be some sort of fate
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
I'm on my way to work
It's the cut throat
Money grabbing
Ladder climbing
Social dying
Big raise
Job that pays
Work that steals
Money that kills
I'm on my way to work
Yea-ah I'm on my way to work
Yea-ah on my way to work
Yea-ah welcome to our lives
Yea-ah now let's get bac
You kill us you shoot us you keep us down
You enslave torture and sell us for fun
You starve us to keep your crown
You let us go without seeing the sun
You stay on top, oppress us with your faith
You are comfortable drowning us in your wealth
You feel strength sitting beside your wraith
You feel empowered with your good health
We shall rise to quell your dominion
You will not live to see another day
We are glad to rid ourselves of your opression
Now it is safe for our children to play
We stand united and strong against your tide
We will rise, all of us
Equal
Wandering in a wild wood
Down a twisting twiggy path
Deep under shrouding shade
That blankets blooming fungi
Happen upon a quiet clearing
Thoughts abruptly abscond
Bathed in reposeful radiance
Rest atop a bare bough
Take in sweet smells
Damp leaves, lavender, and lilly
Mind eased endlessly
Allay conciousness calmly
Shrill carrion call
Calm is but a memory
Darkness falling all around
Path lost to an ocean of trees
Fire built to incite incalescence
Once again blanketed in reposeful radience
rolling boiling fulminating ocean
turbulent tumbling tumultuous sea
endless discord
order absent
Trapped in a bubble of confusion
Surrounded by love and hate
never to be sorted
MisplaCed constantly
Reflection distorted
who are you?
emotions
imploding
And so as twilight fades,
as does thine soul.
Naught is left but cold,
no chance for warmth.
Sorrow permeates the heart,
deep and without mercy.
A life once with hope,
empties itself.
And so in the dark,
regret.
In the shadows I live
A world of gray
Void of light
Void of colour
Emotions are cold
Life is numb
Inside is hollow
Outside is empty
Everything just out of sight
Can't make anything out
How to move forwards
How to move backwards
So many questions
No answers
No salvation
No destruction
Save for the light
Bring it back to me
Today I was over at Heathers (she's like my closest friend) and
we were walking to the Timmies that's just down from her house
and there was this Homeless guy who asked for bus fair because his transfer expired
So I didn't have any change on me and I know Heather isn't like that she actually stood back aways from me and this guy =p
So anyways I was all like yeah sure just let me go to the Macs and get some change
so I went in the store
and of course the ATM there only gives 20's so I withdrew a 20
Got a bottle of Doctor Pepper and a bag of natural ruffles chips
Got a twoonie and a loonie in bus fair for him
I had two fives in change