Boating on a clear and sunny day, the dredge of the water and the smell of low tide took us all back a bit. While the thoughts of the rough weekend ahead had no bearing on where we currently were, it definitely ran thru the head of many of us. How in the world are we going to acheive
Bill
The dock sat upon the ocean like a piece of driftwood, seeming to rise and fall or maybe the dock was moving and the ocean stood still. Who could tell? The boy stood there, holding his fishing pole, watching it, trying to imagine this illusion, that the whole continent was a massive boat that sailed into the endless, but never moving, waves of the ocean.
He lifted his pole to fish.
Rei
a place where a ship is, or star ship, waiting, thinking, anticipation – not being able to spell all these words right the first time i do. going somewhere, adventure
wood plank, line, no where, end of the word, people, being in a crowded place and yet feeling somewhat alone
eirn
I was sitting by the dock when the sinister one came. Dressed in black and eyes shining white, he beckoned from the shadows, calling my name. But how? How could he know? Because he was me.
Brandon
boats arrive to the docks with seagulls flying and sailing about, the tide hits the wooden planks of boats and dock alike…the sunset is setting in the color orange and the sea turns dark
shirin
the only thing i can think of when it comes to a dock is waiting for the yacht to pull back in under a sun setting behind us in the bahamas
b
Sat at the dock with my best friend and a flash light. Music camp, the popular kids were sitting in the boat house telling ghost stories, and my friend and I kept flashing the light into the boat house just to mess with them. Until one of them got pissed and yelled at us.
Alisa
sittin’ on the dock of the bay. this song always reminds me of my father, he is always playing the “Top gun” soundtrack in his car on road trips. i thought i was the only person my age who knew all the words to this song when a contestant sang it on american idol a few years ago.
anna
the dock was full of whores waiting for the incoming sailors…Money was tight and the time was right…It was xmas after
fixator
Don’t lean. Just listen. The water rolls on and on in an endless song. Listening fish swim trying not to break time. The moon over shoulder lays in her white halo
Dan
I looked at the waves crashing at the rocks, it wasn’t beautiful. Horrible– rather. The dock crumbled among the immense waves and I stood there– helpless. Why save me?
Godwin
when i was about eight or nine my family took our sail boat over to victoria from vancouver and i remember i would fish for little minos and whatnot off the side of the dock. one day i fell into the water in chilly november. a man pulled me out, fortunately, and i was alright.
jackson
I stood on the dock, watching him sail away. In retrospect I should have stopped him, should have asked him where he was going, or at least remind him to take his pills…When they found his body, I realised I hadn’t even said goodbye.
Henry
we have this dock in front of us, to be able to express our own feelings on each other. I loved him once, and was expecting him to love me too. But there’s only this dock, the place to know what’s hidden, or even to materialize my dream, to be able to be with him. It’s just there
toshiokana
The dock was wooden, it was old and in every danger of floating off to see or sinking to the sandy bottom. The girl wished that it would as this moment. An accidental ship. An accidental adventure. An accidental life, was hers.
Lia
It reminds of a boat, being anchored to something, being grounded. I’d like to be grounded, be stable, have something firm under my feat. But then again, having the ability to freely go wherever one wants and instability does have its advantages and disadvantages.
Austin
docks are for bitches, I would roll any mother fucker who talks about docks, and if by chance some mother fucker owns a dock, i would totally knife that dude because hes a bitch with a dock. for sure, don’t ever talk to me about docking shit. i don’t want to hear about your ipod, or your boat, or anything in between, go fuck yourself you dock coveting bitches.
james docker
james
i wish i could stand on a wharf and wait for your approaching ship, like they do in those days way back when there were no planes and people took months to get to you. that is worth the wait for you to wait months to see me, with nothing but the other lonely people on the boat for company, each waiting to get to their loved ones. I will wear my blue dress with the white ribbon and have a blue ribbon in my hair.
whitney
i was walking on the dock when i looked over the railing at a ship, at least 20 meters long coming towards me. i was dying to be on that ship, but there was still a railing between us.
Corinne
At the dock, boats go away. From the world I know. From the world you know. I have no idea what any of this means. Ships, boats, sailing, any of it. It’s a place of departure. Why do things have to have a specifically named place to depart? Like an airport. Where else do you see planes leave? Life should be simple. Things should be able to leave whenever the fuck they want to.
Sarah
i used to fish off a dock in edgartown marthas vinyeard… we would get donuts and my parents would get coffee and my sister and i would catch sunfish all morning. those times seem so far away now. the dock is still there.
syd
“Sitting on the dock of the bay” is a good song. Makes me think of a nice, breezy, warm day spent on a lake and of course sitting on a dock. I’m also picturing me with overalls and a fishing pole with a sunny hat.
Amanda
what’s up dock!!!!! ive been looking for you every where!!! i’m so tired lets go home and eat!!! i just out of school we had to take a horrific test today.
chanelle
sitting on the dock of the bay is a fantastic, existential song, I learned this during by senior year brit lit course in high school, my teacher always had these wacky handouts, and the lyrics to this song were on the existential unit guide
Charlie Tarabour
What if you only have one chance to get a decision right? What if you take too long trying to figure out what the right decision is? What if you’re too late?
You stand on the dock, watching the ship sail away. It might come back but the opportunity would have already been lost. Wouldn’t it be better if you had just made a decision even if it is the wrong one instead of wondering what could have been if you had gotten on that ship?
Trina
a dock is somewhere that boats come into by the sea so that they can remain at rest. A dock also refers to the place in the courtroom where the suspect/charged person etc has to stand… or possibly it’s where the witnesses go? Dock also looks a little bit like duck the bird or that could also be duck the action.
Susi Castle
she sat there… lonely.
she missed his embrace, his kiss, the way his body molded to hers on hot summer days and wintry nights. she needed him, more than the desert needed the rain. the absense of her mother had been killing her, but what could she do? she was determend not to think about it… she needed his release.
angelica
the dock stood on the shores of the island. On this island was a community of criminals who had all been prosecuted for murder, rape, manslaughter, and other irrehensible crimes. A boat pulls up to the dock, and off steps a new inmate. His name is Jerry, and he’s here by mistake.
Liibsuse
the waves crashes and pu;lsed as she looked out over the water waitiong for her fate tp catch up to her, withing the ocean would swallow her whole/. then a sound, he was approaching rapidy, and with vengeance in his heart!
torrieduenas
a man sat on the edge of a dock. his feet swinging effortlessly about a foot above the water. “this is it”, he thought. “this is what it’s about.” the day had lead to cool summer night
gary
it fell through the air an oceanless apparition; landing without a splash but a thump, waves fell outwards as concrete buckled. the terrirory was mute and shaken after the resounding impact of liquidosity on semi solid. the object was semicircular, made of wood, with raw tool marks on it.
rexmo
i am supposed to write about a dock.. well there is not much to say about it. it’s a place where ships and sailors hang out. there is very much going on at the docks usually. that’s all
Silviu Niculae
a ship longing for a harbor, passengers listless and tired, soaking wet from the deck they amass, the TITANIC has arrived…
Mark H
for boats. stands on water. made of wood.strong.flotable.weathered.long.short.tall.splintered.rescue.leads to lighthouses.
marti malloy
The dock was very calming. I sat on the dock forever soaking in the sun as I brushed my fingers and the wood grains. The dock was made beautifully with it’s glossy finish reflecting the summer joy for all to see. The dock would bob as we danced to music playing off the beach. Occasionally a boat would pull up.
John Lee
I was sitting at the dock and was listening to the sea. It sounded like a Requiem for all those lost at it. I could hear the dissonance ring in my ears for weeks to come. They seemed to cry in agony. Their mourning was real. It’s all real, isn’t it?
cory Aitchison
DOCK IS WHERE THE SHIP IS AND IF U BE AT THE DOCK AT THE RIGHT TIME U MAY RECEIVE WHAT THE SHIP BRINGS FROM OTHER COUNTRIES AND U ALSO GET TOMEET THE PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES. SO LETS FLOCK AROUND THE DOCK
SRIISHERE
Really a dock can relate to a persons life more than you think. i mean our brain itself is like a dock, constanntly recieving and recieving new info. Then theres the literal dock’ our body constantly recieving the bumps and bruises that information brings with it.
taylor m
there was a dock at my parents river house. I used to sit on it and watch the ducks swim by. I was never allowed to get in the river because it was gross and polluted, but I loved sitting on that rickety old dock with my feet in the water watching the river go by. It was so peaceful.
MJ Sedlock
duck
ship
water
sky
ocean
sunset
romance
dock
and there in the dock of the ships we met and fell in love.
Boating on a clear and sunny day, the dredge of the water and the smell of low tide took us all back a bit. While the thoughts of the rough weekend ahead had no bearing on where we currently were, it definitely ran thru the head of many of us. How in the world are we going to acheive
The dock sat upon the ocean like a piece of driftwood, seeming to rise and fall or maybe the dock was moving and the ocean stood still. Who could tell? The boy stood there, holding his fishing pole, watching it, trying to imagine this illusion, that the whole continent was a massive boat that sailed into the endless, but never moving, waves of the ocean.
He lifted his pole to fish.
a place where a ship is, or star ship, waiting, thinking, anticipation – not being able to spell all these words right the first time i do. going somewhere, adventure
wood plank, line, no where, end of the word, people, being in a crowded place and yet feeling somewhat alone
I was sitting by the dock when the sinister one came. Dressed in black and eyes shining white, he beckoned from the shadows, calling my name. But how? How could he know? Because he was me.
boats arrive to the docks with seagulls flying and sailing about, the tide hits the wooden planks of boats and dock alike…the sunset is setting in the color orange and the sea turns dark
the only thing i can think of when it comes to a dock is waiting for the yacht to pull back in under a sun setting behind us in the bahamas
Sat at the dock with my best friend and a flash light. Music camp, the popular kids were sitting in the boat house telling ghost stories, and my friend and I kept flashing the light into the boat house just to mess with them. Until one of them got pissed and yelled at us.
sittin’ on the dock of the bay. this song always reminds me of my father, he is always playing the “Top gun” soundtrack in his car on road trips. i thought i was the only person my age who knew all the words to this song when a contestant sang it on american idol a few years ago.
the dock was full of whores waiting for the incoming sailors…Money was tight and the time was right…It was xmas after
Don’t lean. Just listen. The water rolls on and on in an endless song. Listening fish swim trying not to break time. The moon over shoulder lays in her white halo
I looked at the waves crashing at the rocks, it wasn’t beautiful. Horrible– rather. The dock crumbled among the immense waves and I stood there– helpless. Why save me?
when i was about eight or nine my family took our sail boat over to victoria from vancouver and i remember i would fish for little minos and whatnot off the side of the dock. one day i fell into the water in chilly november. a man pulled me out, fortunately, and i was alright.
I stood on the dock, watching him sail away. In retrospect I should have stopped him, should have asked him where he was going, or at least remind him to take his pills…When they found his body, I realised I hadn’t even said goodbye.
we have this dock in front of us, to be able to express our own feelings on each other. I loved him once, and was expecting him to love me too. But there’s only this dock, the place to know what’s hidden, or even to materialize my dream, to be able to be with him. It’s just there
The dock was wooden, it was old and in every danger of floating off to see or sinking to the sandy bottom. The girl wished that it would as this moment. An accidental ship. An accidental adventure. An accidental life, was hers.
It reminds of a boat, being anchored to something, being grounded. I’d like to be grounded, be stable, have something firm under my feat. But then again, having the ability to freely go wherever one wants and instability does have its advantages and disadvantages.
docks are for bitches, I would roll any mother fucker who talks about docks, and if by chance some mother fucker owns a dock, i would totally knife that dude because hes a bitch with a dock. for sure, don’t ever talk to me about docking shit. i don’t want to hear about your ipod, or your boat, or anything in between, go fuck yourself you dock coveting bitches.
james docker
i wish i could stand on a wharf and wait for your approaching ship, like they do in those days way back when there were no planes and people took months to get to you. that is worth the wait for you to wait months to see me, with nothing but the other lonely people on the boat for company, each waiting to get to their loved ones. I will wear my blue dress with the white ribbon and have a blue ribbon in my hair.
i was walking on the dock when i looked over the railing at a ship, at least 20 meters long coming towards me. i was dying to be on that ship, but there was still a railing between us.
At the dock, boats go away. From the world I know. From the world you know. I have no idea what any of this means. Ships, boats, sailing, any of it. It’s a place of departure. Why do things have to have a specifically named place to depart? Like an airport. Where else do you see planes leave? Life should be simple. Things should be able to leave whenever the fuck they want to.
i used to fish off a dock in edgartown marthas vinyeard… we would get donuts and my parents would get coffee and my sister and i would catch sunfish all morning. those times seem so far away now. the dock is still there.
“Sitting on the dock of the bay” is a good song. Makes me think of a nice, breezy, warm day spent on a lake and of course sitting on a dock. I’m also picturing me with overalls and a fishing pole with a sunny hat.
what’s up dock!!!!! ive been looking for you every where!!! i’m so tired lets go home and eat!!! i just out of school we had to take a horrific test today.
sitting on the dock of the bay is a fantastic, existential song, I learned this during by senior year brit lit course in high school, my teacher always had these wacky handouts, and the lyrics to this song were on the existential unit guide
What if you only have one chance to get a decision right? What if you take too long trying to figure out what the right decision is? What if you’re too late?
You stand on the dock, watching the ship sail away. It might come back but the opportunity would have already been lost. Wouldn’t it be better if you had just made a decision even if it is the wrong one instead of wondering what could have been if you had gotten on that ship?
a dock is somewhere that boats come into by the sea so that they can remain at rest. A dock also refers to the place in the courtroom where the suspect/charged person etc has to stand… or possibly it’s where the witnesses go? Dock also looks a little bit like duck the bird or that could also be duck the action.
she sat there… lonely.
she missed his embrace, his kiss, the way his body molded to hers on hot summer days and wintry nights. she needed him, more than the desert needed the rain. the absense of her mother had been killing her, but what could she do? she was determend not to think about it… she needed his release.
the dock stood on the shores of the island. On this island was a community of criminals who had all been prosecuted for murder, rape, manslaughter, and other irrehensible crimes. A boat pulls up to the dock, and off steps a new inmate. His name is Jerry, and he’s here by mistake.
the waves crashes and pu;lsed as she looked out over the water waitiong for her fate tp catch up to her, withing the ocean would swallow her whole/. then a sound, he was approaching rapidy, and with vengeance in his heart!
a man sat on the edge of a dock. his feet swinging effortlessly about a foot above the water. “this is it”, he thought. “this is what it’s about.” the day had lead to cool summer night
it fell through the air an oceanless apparition; landing without a splash but a thump, waves fell outwards as concrete buckled. the terrirory was mute and shaken after the resounding impact of liquidosity on semi solid. the object was semicircular, made of wood, with raw tool marks on it.
i am supposed to write about a dock.. well there is not much to say about it. it’s a place where ships and sailors hang out. there is very much going on at the docks usually. that’s all
a ship longing for a harbor, passengers listless and tired, soaking wet from the deck they amass, the TITANIC has arrived…
for boats. stands on water. made of wood.strong.flotable.weathered.long.short.tall.splintered.rescue.leads to lighthouses.
The dock was very calming. I sat on the dock forever soaking in the sun as I brushed my fingers and the wood grains. The dock was made beautifully with it’s glossy finish reflecting the summer joy for all to see. The dock would bob as we danced to music playing off the beach. Occasionally a boat would pull up.
I was sitting at the dock and was listening to the sea. It sounded like a Requiem for all those lost at it. I could hear the dissonance ring in my ears for weeks to come. They seemed to cry in agony. Their mourning was real. It’s all real, isn’t it?
DOCK IS WHERE THE SHIP IS AND IF U BE AT THE DOCK AT THE RIGHT TIME U MAY RECEIVE WHAT THE SHIP BRINGS FROM OTHER COUNTRIES AND U ALSO GET TOMEET THE PEOPLE FROM OTHER COUNTRIES. SO LETS FLOCK AROUND THE DOCK
Really a dock can relate to a persons life more than you think. i mean our brain itself is like a dock, constanntly recieving and recieving new info. Then theres the literal dock’ our body constantly recieving the bumps and bruises that information brings with it.
there was a dock at my parents river house. I used to sit on it and watch the ducks swim by. I was never allowed to get in the river because it was gross and polluted, but I loved sitting on that rickety old dock with my feet in the water watching the river go by. It was so peaceful.
duck
ship
water
sky
ocean
sunset
romance
dock
and there in the dock of the ships we met and fell in love.