Sailing the open seas for what seems like years
Missing home, never returning are my crew’s fears
Nothing but water and rocks around this ship
Rocking back and forth as though it will flip
But the sea begins to calm and I hear the muse call
A lullaby to end this journey, when home calls us all
Ordering the crew to go full speed ahead
“Come closer to us” the muse said
Then I heard the crack and saw the fins
These were no muses, they were sirens
But their call had already taken effect
Now my men are I are no more, we were shipwrecked
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Robbie Nagle
Hey there. Welcome to my page. I have recently started walking out the path to writing my first novel. To allow myself other creative outlets, I’ll be using this to post some poetry and short stories that may or may not be in future novels.
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The Voyeur's Incandescent Reasoning
The woman sat nonplussed, in the Waiting Room. In a sort of daze, looking straight ahead patiently. She had already had three small breakfast's that morning and a nip of sherry, this was not unusual she would typically wait until an hour after she took her anti-depressant and was her morning routine. She was merely following instructions she assured herself, shifted slightly in her seat and feeling a little heart burn thought, maybe she should skip lunch. Dom had said to have the task done this week. She was well used to his methods and desired to get this over and done with soon. She glanced at her watch, smiled weakly at the Receptionist who was there for a moment and then gone.
By Canuck Scriber L.Lachapelle Author6 days ago in Fiction
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