I didn’t know why I was still waiting there. He told me he wasn’t coming back, and I believed him. Most of me did, anyway. There was little room left for doubt when you were watching someone sail away the slowest way someone can leave, the slowest way someone can be left. There was plenty of time, while he was heading out, for him to change his mind, for him to turn around and come back to me. Just dock at the port and step out and kiss me again.
Any port in a storm, she figured, smiling and hiding her chagrin. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the cab. She was just drunk enough not to think about what the next morning might look like, and let her body follow his.
I think boats and being in seattlre. i think about sailors and anchors and my room, the oceans and lots of fish. i think submarines and fun boating experiences. i think about my dogs sw
Port.
My ship came into this harbor, but that’s not even the point.
The point is I’m sorry.
I screwed up, I think.
I put myself first, again.
That’s what you wanna hear, right?
You want to hear that I’m at fault for having a life, for bothering to have my own world, my own life, my own place in this universe. You wanna know that I’m fantastic, and that I can give that all up to stay awake with you, but I’m sorry, and I can’t.
port means when products are shipped to a different place. it can be a different state,town or even country! if its country they would unload it and put it on someones elses ship or plane.
the ship came…
the sailors saw a new land where they could fulfil their dreams..
the local persons saw a new hope for dreams…
they wanted to come…
they wanted to go….
why is that we go from one port to the other
what is it that we are looking for?
why are we not happy at the ‘port’ where we are?
your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom.
ounce i went to a port to play with my cousin when an evil dragon came and shoved ice cream in my face with a unicorn. and then i had to slay both of them.
Port Harbour was an interesting movie, but I say that because I have heard it, as I have not seen the movie. Anyway, port in general are interesting. They are important for transport, and that’s a big stuff nowadays.
The sky was dark and the stars shone dimly behind the endless smog. I had always wanted out of the small town where I grew up, tired of the endless ships and boring sailors. I never wanted to live near the sea again.
I am laughting about how many people are writing about the word port right now. I did this yesterday and I hope you come up with something good to write. I see all your pencils scrawling across your pages. I think this is really cool. Ben, look at your paper. Keep writing! It’s almost up! Keep writing!
Port Authority: Where people go to die, to be risen up, to be free. He brought me there before I left, before I had to go. It was one of the most inspiring times in my life. It was pure love in many forms, it was happiness. There were sunshine and tears and seduction and pot. A lot of pot.
The port of call was 17. She was looking pretty and lean. In her white jeans and light blue tank with a butterfly on her breasts. I watched the world go ’round on her dark-lensed Ray-Bans – sailboat loaded by deckhands, speedboat misbehaving on sunken badlands, sun hanging over the white sands.
Any port in a storm right? Well we’ll see how that turns out. It’s sad; I’ve been waiting for this for months. And now that it’s almost here? I almost don’t want to see you, because the anticipation has been so good.
The port was coursing her neck easily, and she poured herself another glass before telling herself that she was being stupid. Things like this were not for women– drinking heavily, because women could hurt themselves and their children.
But it felt better, currently, this hot water that was pouring itself now, down her throat, making her feel as if things would be better, as if she’d be able to stop what was happening to her if only she kept drinking.
The next morning she woke with a searing headache.
The Port Authority was open for business. They were strictly official and were on a crusade. They were looking for someone. The description was that she had blond hair and blue eyes the color of water. She was wearing a business suit the color of port.
your lips brushed against mine, ever so lightly. i took a step back. that smell, that familiar smell that haunted my entire childhood. the nights spend hiding in my room sobbing under the sheets, hiding from my intoxicated father downstairs. i couldn’t do this, i had to leave.
Oh dear port! I had you 1 minute ago. So here again, you inspiring word that makes stories more alive with its peculiar characters. Yes, you have the drunkards and the sailors and, you know, their friends too.
The port is a place of isolation and of unity, where the sea rolls in with a thousand stories to tell, waves lilting and singing songs of faraway lands; young voyagers prepare to depart, waving their farewells, as they set sail for places unknown to them.
At the port last year is where i meet my beautiful friend Lisa. A most interesting young lady hailing from the island of Trinidad. She let me know up front that we could only be friends as she is already committed to someone else.
port forwarding, not so easy I use a simple program Hamachi to play Minecraft with my friends via my PC. I use a server now, much faster I have a ton of time spent playing that game. Where is all my time going? UGH!! My life… sucks…
port reminds me of the word portly. i once used that word very well in a sentence when describing an actor in a play and Maya found it really funny. I enjoy remembering the jokes that my friends have found funny. Is it self-indulgent? Maya didn’t think so. maybe she is just a self-indulgent person too. fucking who cares
By the sea, with boats and fishing, swimming. Also the start of the holiday if it’s taken on a ferry. Port is also a very nice alcoholic drink, and is enjoyed as a night cap or after a meal. Port of call is phrase that means the place to visit in order to complete a task.
Dock the boat at the port? Is that where it can be anchored down, tied down and kept from the waves. Could I be your port; tie you to me, keep your heart? We’ll sip red wine and stain our fingers, watch it bleed over the carpet and think of the ocean. Intoxicating kisses and the soothing infallible rhythm of the waves.
I didn’t know why I was still waiting there. He told me he wasn’t coming back, and I believed him. Most of me did, anyway. There was little room left for doubt when you were watching someone sail away the slowest way someone can leave, the slowest way someone can be left. There was plenty of time, while he was heading out, for him to change his mind, for him to turn around and come back to me. Just dock at the port and step out and kiss me again.
Any port in a storm, she figured, smiling and hiding her chagrin. He grabbed her arm and pulled her into the cab. She was just drunk enough not to think about what the next morning might look like, and let her body follow his.
A port can be a place where a boat can dock. It can be used to station the boat, or to stay there for a few days and then it could leave.
A port is an area where ships can dock in the water. The water parking lot or port is mostly used for shipping.
HAIKU
There are many ports
Electric, and for boating.
And many more kinds.
A place where boats can dock and also people can live in the boats. It can also be a marina type place. It is also fun to live at a port.
What is a port? I dont think i know what it means. I think it sounds like portable.A port also sounds like a docking station for boats.
I think boats and being in seattlre. i think about sailors and anchors and my room, the oceans and lots of fish. i think submarines and fun boating experiences. i think about my dogs sw
When the ship pulled into port it was so magnifisant. A ship bigger than the titanic that holds planes
Port.
My ship came into this harbor, but that’s not even the point.
The point is I’m sorry.
I screwed up, I think.
I put myself first, again.
That’s what you wanna hear, right?
You want to hear that I’m at fault for having a life, for bothering to have my own world, my own life, my own place in this universe. You wanna know that I’m fantastic, and that I can give that all up to stay awake with you, but I’m sorry, and I can’t.
wait…..we did this yesterday. Who is driving this boat??? I mean, port is a wonderful word and all, but two days in a row is too much to ponder.
Portable. Everything is portable now. People also. Nothing seems permanent anymore, or is it just me?
The merchandise arrived late, once again. I was beginning to fill dizzy and sick, I need the cargo. So, I waited all day in the port.
preik dam, frên
port means when products are shipped to a different place. it can be a different state,town or even country! if its country they would unload it and put it on someones elses ship or plane.
the ship came…
the sailors saw a new land where they could fulfil their dreams..
the local persons saw a new hope for dreams…
they wanted to come…
they wanted to go….
why is that we go from one port to the other
what is it that we are looking for?
why are we not happy at the ‘port’ where we are?
your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom your mom.
ounce i went to a port to play with my cousin when an evil dragon came and shoved ice cream in my face with a unicorn. and then i had to slay both of them.
Port Harbour was an interesting movie, but I say that because I have heard it, as I have not seen the movie. Anyway, port in general are interesting. They are important for transport, and that’s a big stuff nowadays.
The port I drink is good fun. I drink it because i like the burn it gives me in my chest and makes me all warm and fuzzy. I love
Ah!
It reminds me of how much I want to walk this earth!
Sadly, I can’t…
I love traveling.
Port is somewhere you can stab anything on, as long as it fits.
Your sharp words doesn’t fit my heart port, so it doesn’t stab me at all :P
The sky was dark and the stars shone dimly behind the endless smog. I had always wanted out of the small town where I grew up, tired of the endless ships and boring sailors. I never wanted to live near the sea again.
I am laughting about how many people are writing about the word port right now. I did this yesterday and I hope you come up with something good to write. I see all your pencils scrawling across your pages. I think this is really cool. Ben, look at your paper. Keep writing! It’s almost up! Keep writing!
she was a catringer for it
Port Authority: Where people go to die, to be risen up, to be free. He brought me there before I left, before I had to go. It was one of the most inspiring times in my life. It was pure love in many forms, it was happiness. There were sunshine and tears and seduction and pot. A lot of pot.
i always miss you. and this is driving me mad.
i know you’re not there like you were before.
The port of call was 17. She was looking pretty and lean. In her white jeans and light blue tank with a butterfly on her breasts. I watched the world go ’round on her dark-lensed Ray-Bans – sailboat loaded by deckhands, speedboat misbehaving on sunken badlands, sun hanging over the white sands.
Any port in a storm right? Well we’ll see how that turns out. It’s sad; I’ve been waiting for this for months. And now that it’s almost here? I almost don’t want to see you, because the anticipation has been so good.
The port was coursing her neck easily, and she poured herself another glass before telling herself that she was being stupid. Things like this were not for women– drinking heavily, because women could hurt themselves and their children.
But it felt better, currently, this hot water that was pouring itself now, down her throat, making her feel as if things would be better, as if she’d be able to stop what was happening to her if only she kept drinking.
The next morning she woke with a searing headache.
The Port Authority was open for business. They were strictly official and were on a crusade. They were looking for someone. The description was that she had blond hair and blue eyes the color of water. She was wearing a business suit the color of port.
your lips brushed against mine, ever so lightly. i took a step back. that smell, that familiar smell that haunted my entire childhood. the nights spend hiding in my room sobbing under the sheets, hiding from my intoxicated father downstairs. i couldn’t do this, i had to leave.
Oh dear port! I had you 1 minute ago. So here again, you inspiring word that makes stories more alive with its peculiar characters. Yes, you have the drunkards and the sailors and, you know, their friends too.
The port is a place of isolation and of unity, where the sea rolls in with a thousand stories to tell, waves lilting and singing songs of faraway lands; young voyagers prepare to depart, waving their farewells, as they set sail for places unknown to them.
At the port last year is where i meet my beautiful friend Lisa. A most interesting young lady hailing from the island of Trinidad. She let me know up front that we could only be friends as she is already committed to someone else.
port forwarding, not so easy I use a simple program Hamachi to play Minecraft with my friends via my PC. I use a server now, much faster I have a ton of time spent playing that game. Where is all my time going? UGH!! My life… sucks…
port reminds me of the word portly. i once used that word very well in a sentence when describing an actor in a play and Maya found it really funny. I enjoy remembering the jokes that my friends have found funny. Is it self-indulgent? Maya didn’t think so. maybe she is just a self-indulgent person too. fucking who cares
By the sea, with boats and fishing, swimming. Also the start of the holiday if it’s taken on a ferry. Port is also a very nice alcoholic drink, and is enjoyed as a night cap or after a meal. Port of call is phrase that means the place to visit in order to complete a task.
ship
Dock the boat at the port? Is that where it can be anchored down, tied down and kept from the waves. Could I be your port; tie you to me, keep your heart? We’ll sip red wine and stain our fingers, watch it bleed over the carpet and think of the ocean. Intoxicating kisses and the soothing infallible rhythm of the waves.