Oooo a boat ships are a genreal word for boats. Things like battle ships and carriar ships and dreanaugts are a type of ship. Some small ships like fishing boats and some big boats like the titanic. Easily sunk by the smallest of things.
When I was very young, on the long summer evenings, after my father had come home from his day’s work across the water, we would walk, my father, my mother and I, along the riverside towards the open sea and if the tide was high it would be the time for the ships to move – laden, from the docks; laden with exotic goods from all around the world towards the haven of the docks – and this is how, so long ago, I first gained a sense of the size and variety of the world.
Running to the end of the dock, ready to jump off.
Finished with the ridicules, ready to dive in and find a new way through all of this. It’s time to start fresh. New beginnings, better endings.
Tired of always being tired.
sailing on the ferry to and from fire island almost every summer. hardly ever leaving. seeing the ocean. seeing the sunset. its beautiful. sometimes i hate that ship, but usually i love it. its fun when theres a storm going on. yay fire ferrys.
Ship… it makes me think about my friends old old boat that was named after her parents: Erma. Er for Ernest and Ma for Margret. It sank at sea, just like their relationship.
Ship. It makes me think of the one time when me and my two best friends went on a sailing trip to a tiny little island. It was fantastic, so many memories.
The beautiful ship bobbed up and down in the gentle waves, shining like a beacon just waiting for passengers to board. The seagulls hooted as they flew around the mast, generating excitement from the crowds below. It was time to leave.
“Ship is high and I don’t know if we’ll make it down” I heard the song blast on my radio as I sat on the bathroom floor, alone, cold, bleeding. The lights were off and I lit a match to blow it out–happy birthday, Alex.
haha this reminds me of legend of zelda. i dont know why. maybe because wade was playing that the other day. im a horrible writer. will nayone read this? hope not cuz that would be embarrassing. well they dont know my name so i guess its– oh man i’m running outta time! noooooooooooo—
this ship its so beautiful and longing.. if only i had the courage to board that grad vessel and get carried away to someplace all my own…
if people would change, more than they stay the same.
Beauty lives in the ocea, which is broad and deep, remember you are not one drop in the ocean, you are the ocean in one drop.
The distant wind make me believe… believe in things that arn’t possible. It’s so hard to grasp the efforts that come my way… the challenges i must over come, but I have people in my life, though I do not deserve them, to help me through these tough times.
I ship out last night to the porcelain gods. It was terrible. I lived. I learned. No more Jose for a while now. Or at least only three rather than six. Phew!
All along the shipyard, a cacophony of sounds assaulted their ears. Drills, saws, and other various tools toiled night and day to construct the vessels that would carry their occupants to new lands.
i shipped a package to you today. it contained my heart that you broke. if you could put it back together in a timely fashion and get it back to me. id appreciate it. a lot.
sometimes they sink like the titanic and they’re really huge especially ocean liners which are just scary big. they don’t sink that easy but i’m sure when they do sink it’s pretty fucking hard. they can carry tons of shit but who really wants to go that fucking slow across an ocean and it’s not like you’re on a cruise or anything that’s the best ship.
The ship slowly came into the harbor. The people looked out across the shore and knew that they had just reached freedom. America would embrace them with open arms and a world of opportunity.
As the sea was before me, I looked to the horizon.
See many sea creatures always amaze me this time of year.
smelling the salty air it was thrilling.
And oh, my heart was soaring! as I looked around it was a sight,
My ship on the sea was a marvelous delight.
It’s not really a boat. Or really any kind of sea worthy vessel. Worship is something we all do. It’s something we give because of who we are. Relationship is another worthy vessel that isn’t found in the sea. It’s an intricate part of the Worship. We need that relationship with whom we worship.
The ship passed through the canal, its sides inches away from the grey concrete. The mist seemed to part as the prow slipped silently forward, inexorable and stately.
the ship sailed out into the horizon as she called out for her lover. “come back!,” she said. “wait for me!,” he called to her. “I will…forever!,” her voice faded as he went further away
A boat that goes in the ocean, was at one time the main method of transportation of goods and of people. It can be a majestic thing, white sails blowing in the wind or it can look like an industrial tanker like modern day cruise ships or steam liners.
Ship. Pirate. Pirates vs. Ninjas is a very heated debate amongst adolescents. In my opi9nion, ninjas are the clear victor, but there are still those who are adament that pirates are the better of the two. But pirates are dirt. And don’t brush their teeth. And don’t get much food, whereas ninjas are sneaky so they can steal food whenever they need, and are obviously clean because you can’t be sneaky is you smell!
The black ship sailed across the dark waters in search of land, its white sails billowing in the wind. The captain sat astride the bench in his cabin writing home. His words were like ice painted on paper. The world had been too much for him.
ship wreck. ship burn. ship. claggart. running around with hot soup on the souls of his feet. Wearing the broth like slippers and the rice tied up like shoestrings. Tiny ship with tiny worth. But lives. Lives on the boat. No one really cared about the lives.
Ships sail every day. I don’t mean the titanic style mehomethis that take people away for relaxing cruises or the ones that carry goods across the ocean. I mean ships that sailed because of missed opportunity.
I wonder what happens to these ships when they sail. Is there an underwater graveyard of people’s broken promise?
I was on this ship leaving england. It was a beautiful day and the sea was calm. As I walked up on deck it came to me. Teh moment I knew I had met her. It was over.
on the waves rolling through the ocean boundlessly lost in the time of past journeys. about to be thrown into a vast storm of unconsciosness concieved only by the captian himself. this ship is doomed. marian cox wrote this :)
Oooo a boat ships are a genreal word for boats. Things like battle ships and carriar ships and dreanaugts are a type of ship. Some small ships like fishing boats and some big boats like the titanic. Easily sunk by the smallest of things.
By Ymecry on 01.04.2010
chips, greesey staining her delicate fingers inked with salt of the earth stains.
i drew them up, finger by finger and offered skin a kiss.
By mollie on 01.04.2010
i had a ship and it sailed the blue sea
By Niki on 01.04.2010
When I was very young, on the long summer evenings, after my father had come home from his day’s work across the water, we would walk, my father, my mother and I, along the riverside towards the open sea and if the tide was high it would be the time for the ships to move – laden, from the docks; laden with exotic goods from all around the world towards the haven of the docks – and this is how, so long ago, I first gained a sense of the size and variety of the world.
By Andy C on 01.04.2010
Ships are big
By Anonymous on 01.04.2010
Running to the end of the dock, ready to jump off.
Finished with the ridicules, ready to dive in and find a new way through all of this. It’s time to start fresh. New beginnings, better endings.
Tired of always being tired.
By Diana/DianaGChristine@gmail.com on 01.04.2010
When I think Ship I think submarines and then I think UPS. shipping is free. Shipping brings many good things. We love the things ships bring.
My ship will come in. That’s another thing to ship.
And I need to ship Jon’s xmas presents back to him. The Firebird Console. His favorite gift this holiday season.
By marathonmom on 01.04.2010
sailing on the ferry to and from fire island almost every summer. hardly ever leaving. seeing the ocean. seeing the sunset. its beautiful. sometimes i hate that ship, but usually i love it. its fun when theres a storm going on. yay fire ferrys.
By kat. on 01.04.2010
Ship’s sail. They are free.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder…the sea is the eye for ships.
By Anon on 01.04.2010
sail
By Jenna on 01.04.2010
Ship… it makes me think about my friends old old boat that was named after her parents: Erma. Er for Ernest and Ma for Margret. It sank at sea, just like their relationship.
By Shay. on 01.04.2010
Ship. It makes me think of the one time when me and my two best friends went on a sailing trip to a tiny little island. It was fantastic, so many memories.
By Peaceful. on 01.04.2010
The beautiful ship bobbed up and down in the gentle waves, shining like a beacon just waiting for passengers to board. The seagulls hooted as they flew around the mast, generating excitement from the crowds below. It was time to leave.
By Zee on 01.04.2010
“Ship is high and I don’t know if we’ll make it down” I heard the song blast on my radio as I sat on the bathroom floor, alone, cold, bleeding. The lights were off and I lit a match to blow it out–happy birthday, Alex.
By Alexander on 01.04.2010
haha this reminds me of legend of zelda. i dont know why. maybe because wade was playing that the other day. im a horrible writer. will nayone read this? hope not cuz that would be embarrassing. well they dont know my name so i guess its– oh man i’m running outta time! noooooooooooo—
By the ROBOTT on 01.04.2010
sailing masts upward to infinity on a sea of science and sleep inside otherwordly bellies
hungry for vast oceans of time
By Jake on 01.04.2010
this ship its so beautiful and longing.. if only i had the courage to board that grad vessel and get carried away to someplace all my own…
if people would change, more than they stay the same.
Beauty lives in the ocea, which is broad and deep, remember you are not one drop in the ocean, you are the ocean in one drop.
By Sara Mineo/ i.am.this.kid@gmail.com on 01.04.2010
The distant wind make me believe… believe in things that arn’t possible. It’s so hard to grasp the efforts that come my way… the challenges i must over come, but I have people in my life, though I do not deserve them, to help me through these tough times.
By Sara on 01.04.2010
I want to sail on a ship someday to someplace in the Pacific. “Ship” usually conjures images of a large bulk vessel, but that is not always the case.
By Skyler on 01.04.2010
I ship out last night to the porcelain gods. It was terrible. I lived. I learned. No more Jose for a while now. Or at least only three rather than six. Phew!
By Mark S. on 01.04.2010
All along the shipyard, a cacophony of sounds assaulted their ears. Drills, saws, and other various tools toiled night and day to construct the vessels that would carry their occupants to new lands.
By Skyler on 01.04.2010
i shipped a package to you today. it contained my heart that you broke. if you could put it back together in a timely fashion and get it back to me. id appreciate it. a lot.
By jennie love on 01.04.2010
Alas two ships that pass in the night. Isn’t it better then a shipwreck?
By otto beverhousen on 01.04.2010
navigate sea
By Anonymous on 01.04.2010
sometimes they sink like the titanic and they’re really huge especially ocean liners which are just scary big. they don’t sink that easy but i’m sure when they do sink it’s pretty fucking hard. they can carry tons of shit but who really wants to go that fucking slow across an ocean and it’s not like you’re on a cruise or anything that’s the best ship.
By Veronica on 01.04.2010
The ship slowly came into the harbor. The people looked out across the shore and knew that they had just reached freedom. America would embrace them with open arms and a world of opportunity.
By Anon on 01.04.2010
i wish i was on a ship
so i could sail away
forget my problems
discover a new place
meet someone new
live a new life
be someone different
meet someone different
do something different
sail away and never come back
By Kalinka on 01.04.2010
As the sea was before me, I looked to the horizon.
See many sea creatures always amaze me this time of year.
smelling the salty air it was thrilling.
And oh, my heart was soaring! as I looked around it was a sight,
My ship on the sea was a marvelous delight.
By Hannah Czerwinski on 01.04.2010
It’s not really a boat. Or really any kind of sea worthy vessel. Worship is something we all do. It’s something we give because of who we are. Relationship is another worthy vessel that isn’t found in the sea. It’s an intricate part of the Worship. We need that relationship with whom we worship.
By sharon on 01.04.2010
The ship passed through the canal, its sides inches away from the grey concrete. The mist seemed to part as the prow slipped silently forward, inexorable and stately.
Josh paused to admire the beauty.
By David M on 01.04.2010
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By Anonymous on 01.04.2010
the ship sailed out into the horizon as she called out for her lover. “come back!,” she said. “wait for me!,” he called to her. “I will…forever!,” her voice faded as he went further away
By Anonymous on 01.04.2010
A boat that goes in the ocean, was at one time the main method of transportation of goods and of people. It can be a majestic thing, white sails blowing in the wind or it can look like an industrial tanker like modern day cruise ships or steam liners.
By Christa on 01.04.2010
Ship. Pirate. Pirates vs. Ninjas is a very heated debate amongst adolescents. In my opi9nion, ninjas are the clear victor, but there are still those who are adament that pirates are the better of the two. But pirates are dirt. And don’t brush their teeth. And don’t get much food, whereas ninjas are sneaky so they can steal food whenever they need, and are obviously clean because you can’t be sneaky is you smell!
By Destiny on 01.04.2010
The black ship sailed across the dark waters in search of land, its white sails billowing in the wind. The captain sat astride the bench in his cabin writing home. His words were like ice painted on paper. The world had been too much for him.
By Mandy on 01.04.2010
ship wreck. ship burn. ship. claggart. running around with hot soup on the souls of his feet. Wearing the broth like slippers and the rice tied up like shoestrings. Tiny ship with tiny worth. But lives. Lives on the boat. No one really cared about the lives.
By megan on 01.04.2010
Ships sail every day. I don’t mean the titanic style mehomethis that take people away for relaxing cruises or the ones that carry goods across the ocean. I mean ships that sailed because of missed opportunity.
I wonder what happens to these ships when they sail. Is there an underwater graveyard of people’s broken promise?
By Samantha on 01.04.2010
I was on this ship leaving england. It was a beautiful day and the sea was calm. As I walked up on deck it came to me. Teh moment I knew I had met her. It was over.
By Anonymous on 01.04.2010
on the waves rolling through the ocean boundlessly lost in the time of past journeys. about to be thrown into a vast storm of unconsciosness concieved only by the captian himself. this ship is doomed. marian cox wrote this :)
By marian cox on 01.04.2010
send or ride in the ocean friendship relationship
By Anonymous on 01.04.2010