my dad owns a marina. one day he was coming in on his boat with my mom and other members of my extended family. I was excited that they were back and i was jumping up and down. i tripped on a cleat and fell off the dock into the water in front of the boat. My mom started screaming and crying, yelling at my dad not to run me over. It was traumatic. I was pulled out of the water by another person on the dock nearby.
Jacki
The boy sat on the dock as his pole leaned over holding the line in the water. A moment later, a sharp tug let the boy know he had a bite, and he jerked upward to set the hook. He then proceeded to
seth
i miss the beach with you in the summer. you were never one to go spend a day sitting in the sand and occasionally running down to the water to cool off. but that changed when i took you to narragansett. i gave you that. i gave you many things and i am glad for that. i am glad i was able to leave you with parts of myself. i will always miss them, though.
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dock
Liberty Annual
i once had sex on a dock. it was passionate. until we rolled into the water. then it was just cold.
Katie
The boats bumped gently against the dock. The calm water looked like soft jelly, just a few ripples giving away the moments-before plummet her body, wrapped in plastic, had taken as he pushed it over the edge.
She had always loved the coast.
Kath
“Dock dock goose.” Captain Smythe always made that little joke to himself whenever he was nudging the shuttle into the yoke of the station airlock. It relaxed him.
Ben D. Manevitz
This sallow pool of degredation, bult up apon the foundings of a falling apart objective. i come in to the station as a pilgrim, the travelers around me spew their primal needs acrost the docks, searching for the filler that will bring them home.
gurtis
Whenever I think of a dock, I recall the last time we said goodbye. Our valediction to your journey across the seas took place at a dock. I don’t know if it’s a good memory, but it produces tears in my eyes. I hope you come back soon. I’ll meet you at the dock.
anon
I like docks. I remember the dock I used to go to when I was a kid, with my grandparents in England. It had an arcade and stuff on it, really cool. I miss it. So much gun. But yeah, docks, cool places, yes yes. I don’t know what else to write…hm…I’m out.
Ben Payne
I wish I could be on the dock right now, dangling my feet off the edge and tapping the water with my toes. Days on the dock are carefree, no worries no finals looming over your head, I need a dock day to relax
Kayla
I stood on the dock and watched the tugboats drift by. Their chubby bodies looking far more cheerful then an inanimate object should. Could I ever feel that way? A happy little tugboat out at sea? I would certainly try.
Rachel!
My father used to work on the dock.
Marie Aube
i remember new york in summer
little tiny leech stuck on arthur’s foot
woke up to the smell of manure
tied our floatie boat to the dock
for the longest time after that vacation i would close my eyes, lie on my back, and instead of the ground i was on the waves again. i could even hear them.
grace h
the man ran quickly down the dock. It was freezing outside. He couldn’t look back, couldn’t turn around. He was running for his life.
He had never run this fast before. He was amazed at his own speed and agility. He leaped over two boxes without realizing he had even seen the boxes coming.
Andrew
I envision myself on a dock at the end of a long pier in the Caribbean. The water is turquoise and absolutely like glass. The sun is shining and the cloudless sky is a bright and happy blue. It makes me feel relaxed and calm.
Barb
sitting on the dock of the bay..sounds so simple, but as it is probably wet and surrounded by busy burley seamen, would it really be so simple. The’d be slippage, knockage and probably a little argy bargy…
give the boardwalk any day.
Ranger2273
Meet me at the docks at midnight
I have your shorts
BRING NO ONE
stalker
I was sitting on a dock, near by the sea. It was a beautiful sunset. I wish he was there with me. I guess wishful thinking is more than a dream.
Abby
It’s where I fell in love first. He refused to take his shirt off before we dipped in the water. I wasn’t aware why… He had the most beautiful body. He had the most beautiful everything. The look in his eyes was absolutely amazing. The way he looked at me, I’ll remember it forever. It’s my favourite place now. That look, that dock.
Lina
socks drying on the rocks, after swimming near the dock.
Chantelle
Dock? Dock? What am I supposed to write about docks? Docks are for boats, big whoop. Now aliens- I’d like to write about those. Or dragons. Or, hell, George W. Bush! But docks? Ugh… Boooooring.
Docks are for squares
I used to love sitting on the dock out on the lake where I used to live. The water and wind, the tranquility were so soothing. I miss those days, and I hope sometime soon I’ll be able to sit on the dock again soon.
L.P.
Sitting at the dock by the bay.
Sitting at the deck at the Lair, waisting time.
Waisting time on fantasies of the night, and the camraderie of forever.
Waisting time on memories that last a lifetime, and frienships forged in diamond.
I love you all so much. I miss you.
Kim
You’re a liar.
I don’t believe you!
Whalie
I was riding this wave. I was nearly up, my knees shaky but my heart sure, when I realized that I was fooling myself. I was inept and in over my head and clearly, unquestionably, undeniably headed for a turbulent, watery death. But through the rain and foam and shark fins… there it was. And that was all I needed.
TheBess
standing at the end of the dock. crickets making their music as dusk falls upon us. the dragonflies making a late round on the pond. an abandon canoe in the middle calling my name.
toasty
He was standing at the dock in a red shirt and this was supposed to mean something but all I can think about is how great it feels to know that I am on this boat and we are nowhere neat each other and soon this will all be but a distant memory.
Farah
I docked into her today. It was pleasant, but the port crew was unprofessional, and the supervisors weren’t very strict. It was a dangerous procedure, and I forgot to take all the safety measures.
MoistureMan
Polished, high-octane shine like glass, reflecting a collection of shiny, wrapped candies in an assortment of flavours, jumping enthusiastically at the potential to serve their purpose.
(for all of my fellow Apple enthusiasts)
jacquelynn
sitting on the dock, watching my wrist clock. ducks and fish and clouds float by, makes me think about why.
Why do we act the way we do, why can’t we be more like the water below this dock and flow?
paul
you and me goin fishin in the dark lyin on our backs countin the stars…that time when nick and i went to lake washington with ryan, or the time we went out to lake washington by ourselves and did the dirty hah.
anon
The still waters lapped quietly against the dock. A single seagull hovered overhead, leaning on the wind, arcing and falling on its heavy breath.
dreads
shelter from the storm, an existence which is peaceful but somewhat misses the point of living: to discover, to explore, to run headfirst into walls and be glad that you lived failure, something that only allows you to appreciate and savour victory.
t.d.
the dock is my favorite place to be at. during the day the dock is hot at night its cold. I like looking at the fish swim at the end of the dock
erwin
Sadly this word makes me think of an Ipod dock. Our society is so technology dependent i often wonder what would happen if it simply dissapeared. What would we do?
Megan Nourse
My phone rang and it was my friend calling me to tell me that I should be waiting by the dock for him and he will meet me there so we can go out to eat at Outback.
Kyle
bay boat sun summer action water blue morning clouds blonde beer
cecilie
My family and I were in San Fransisco for a vacation and while we were out there we decided to go to Alcatraz. As the boat loaded the dock, I had second thoughts. Were ghosts going to scare me or attack me? I heard so many rumors about Alcatraz that I didn’t know what to think. After it was over I realized that Alcatraz wasn’t scary at all.
Michael
sitting on it and watching the tide roll away as i twist up upon myself and forget that time exists. virginia beach, you and me, out in the cold air and sunshine, surrounded by boats that no one uses. plug my iPod in to its little lego speaker and melt into the wood planks on which we sit. you sit there, i sit here, the wind pushes the water in our direction and my music swims around me.
my dad owns a marina. one day he was coming in on his boat with my mom and other members of my extended family. I was excited that they were back and i was jumping up and down. i tripped on a cleat and fell off the dock into the water in front of the boat. My mom started screaming and crying, yelling at my dad not to run me over. It was traumatic. I was pulled out of the water by another person on the dock nearby.
The boy sat on the dock as his pole leaned over holding the line in the water. A moment later, a sharp tug let the boy know he had a bite, and he jerked upward to set the hook. He then proceeded to
i miss the beach with you in the summer. you were never one to go spend a day sitting in the sand and occasionally running down to the water to cool off. but that changed when i took you to narragansett. i gave you that. i gave you many things and i am glad for that. i am glad i was able to leave you with parts of myself. i will always miss them, though.
do
only
cartons
keep?
dock
i once had sex on a dock. it was passionate. until we rolled into the water. then it was just cold.
The boats bumped gently against the dock. The calm water looked like soft jelly, just a few ripples giving away the moments-before plummet her body, wrapped in plastic, had taken as he pushed it over the edge.
She had always loved the coast.
“Dock dock goose.” Captain Smythe always made that little joke to himself whenever he was nudging the shuttle into the yoke of the station airlock. It relaxed him.
This sallow pool of degredation, bult up apon the foundings of a falling apart objective. i come in to the station as a pilgrim, the travelers around me spew their primal needs acrost the docks, searching for the filler that will bring them home.
Whenever I think of a dock, I recall the last time we said goodbye. Our valediction to your journey across the seas took place at a dock. I don’t know if it’s a good memory, but it produces tears in my eyes. I hope you come back soon. I’ll meet you at the dock.
I like docks. I remember the dock I used to go to when I was a kid, with my grandparents in England. It had an arcade and stuff on it, really cool. I miss it. So much gun. But yeah, docks, cool places, yes yes. I don’t know what else to write…hm…I’m out.
I wish I could be on the dock right now, dangling my feet off the edge and tapping the water with my toes. Days on the dock are carefree, no worries no finals looming over your head, I need a dock day to relax
I stood on the dock and watched the tugboats drift by. Their chubby bodies looking far more cheerful then an inanimate object should. Could I ever feel that way? A happy little tugboat out at sea? I would certainly try.
My father used to work on the dock.
i remember new york in summer
little tiny leech stuck on arthur’s foot
woke up to the smell of manure
tied our floatie boat to the dock
for the longest time after that vacation i would close my eyes, lie on my back, and instead of the ground i was on the waves again. i could even hear them.
the man ran quickly down the dock. It was freezing outside. He couldn’t look back, couldn’t turn around. He was running for his life.
He had never run this fast before. He was amazed at his own speed and agility. He leaped over two boxes without realizing he had even seen the boxes coming.
I envision myself on a dock at the end of a long pier in the Caribbean. The water is turquoise and absolutely like glass. The sun is shining and the cloudless sky is a bright and happy blue. It makes me feel relaxed and calm.
sitting on the dock of the bay..sounds so simple, but as it is probably wet and surrounded by busy burley seamen, would it really be so simple. The’d be slippage, knockage and probably a little argy bargy…
give the boardwalk any day.
Meet me at the docks at midnight
I have your shorts
BRING NO ONE
I was sitting on a dock, near by the sea. It was a beautiful sunset. I wish he was there with me. I guess wishful thinking is more than a dream.
It’s where I fell in love first. He refused to take his shirt off before we dipped in the water. I wasn’t aware why… He had the most beautiful body. He had the most beautiful everything. The look in his eyes was absolutely amazing. The way he looked at me, I’ll remember it forever. It’s my favourite place now. That look, that dock.
socks drying on the rocks, after swimming near the dock.
Dock? Dock? What am I supposed to write about docks? Docks are for boats, big whoop. Now aliens- I’d like to write about those. Or dragons. Or, hell, George W. Bush! But docks? Ugh… Boooooring.
I used to love sitting on the dock out on the lake where I used to live. The water and wind, the tranquility were so soothing. I miss those days, and I hope sometime soon I’ll be able to sit on the dock again soon.
Sitting at the dock by the bay.
Sitting at the deck at the Lair, waisting time.
Waisting time on fantasies of the night, and the camraderie of forever.
Waisting time on memories that last a lifetime, and frienships forged in diamond.
I love you all so much. I miss you.
You’re a liar.
I don’t believe you!
I was riding this wave. I was nearly up, my knees shaky but my heart sure, when I realized that I was fooling myself. I was inept and in over my head and clearly, unquestionably, undeniably headed for a turbulent, watery death. But through the rain and foam and shark fins… there it was. And that was all I needed.
standing at the end of the dock. crickets making their music as dusk falls upon us. the dragonflies making a late round on the pond. an abandon canoe in the middle calling my name.
He was standing at the dock in a red shirt and this was supposed to mean something but all I can think about is how great it feels to know that I am on this boat and we are nowhere neat each other and soon this will all be but a distant memory.
I docked into her today. It was pleasant, but the port crew was unprofessional, and the supervisors weren’t very strict. It was a dangerous procedure, and I forgot to take all the safety measures.
Polished, high-octane shine like glass, reflecting a collection of shiny, wrapped candies in an assortment of flavours, jumping enthusiastically at the potential to serve their purpose.
(for all of my fellow Apple enthusiasts)
sitting on the dock, watching my wrist clock. ducks and fish and clouds float by, makes me think about why.
Why do we act the way we do, why can’t we be more like the water below this dock and flow?
you and me goin fishin in the dark lyin on our backs countin the stars…that time when nick and i went to lake washington with ryan, or the time we went out to lake washington by ourselves and did the dirty hah.
The still waters lapped quietly against the dock. A single seagull hovered overhead, leaning on the wind, arcing and falling on its heavy breath.
shelter from the storm, an existence which is peaceful but somewhat misses the point of living: to discover, to explore, to run headfirst into walls and be glad that you lived failure, something that only allows you to appreciate and savour victory.
the dock is my favorite place to be at. during the day the dock is hot at night its cold. I like looking at the fish swim at the end of the dock
Sadly this word makes me think of an Ipod dock. Our society is so technology dependent i often wonder what would happen if it simply dissapeared. What would we do?
My phone rang and it was my friend calling me to tell me that I should be waiting by the dock for him and he will meet me there so we can go out to eat at Outback.
bay boat sun summer action water blue morning clouds blonde beer
My family and I were in San Fransisco for a vacation and while we were out there we decided to go to Alcatraz. As the boat loaded the dock, I had second thoughts. Were ghosts going to scare me or attack me? I heard so many rumors about Alcatraz that I didn’t know what to think. After it was over I realized that Alcatraz wasn’t scary at all.
sitting on it and watching the tide roll away as i twist up upon myself and forget that time exists. virginia beach, you and me, out in the cold air and sunshine, surrounded by boats that no one uses. plug my iPod in to its little lego speaker and melt into the wood planks on which we sit. you sit there, i sit here, the wind pushes the water in our direction and my music swims around me.