Titanic's AnguishGo away. Make them go away.Titanic's Anguish6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I cry but do they listen. Do they feel my pain? Do they know what I know? Have they seen what I see?
They have taken everything from me, my life, my future, my freedom, my happiness. Must they rob from my grave?
What have I done to offend them? I had no choice in my actions. Did I ask for the iceberg to lay in wait in my path? Did I ask to speed into an ice field? Did I ask for so little lifeboats?
I did all I could. I did as I was asked to. I had no say in my actions. The humans choose for me.
I thought they had left me for dead when I sank. I thought they would have forgotten about me.
I was wrong.
They came back for me.
At first they respected me. They came only to learn what they could. They came and took nothing but visual records. They came and left.
The dark hearted ones came. They who followed the scent of money. They whose eyes glinted with greed. They came and took what they could from me. They saw me as nothing but a cash cow. They didn't care for
Spirit of the TitanicI'll never forget that day close to 100 years ago. The day I hit the iceberg. My crew did all they could to protect me but it wasn't enough. I collided with a bit of the ice on my side. Oh, how my side burned! My pain was soon dulled by the frigid waters destined to be my resting place. I thought I had been saved until I realized I was starting to feel heavy in the front. The warning signs of my sinking were brought to my crew's attention and by then, it was too late to save me. I knew my fate was sealed and I failed to move. I drifted on the sea as my engines ceased to function. It wasn't long after that my stern was starting to rise, slowly but surly. My crew raced frantically to get help from other ships in the area. They used red rockets to get a nearby ship's attention but I knew they misunderstood the distress signal. I watched with a falling heart as our would-be rescuers started sailing away from me. My brave wireless operators stayed to use the old tiresome CQD signal to get hSpirit of the Titanic6 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Spirit of the Titanic on 9-11You remember me...don't you? I'm the Spirit of the Titanic, the ship who sank when she had barely begun to live. I told my story not long ago. You all know how my story ended. I died...taking 1517 souls with me, my builder staying with me to the very end. I loved him for his kindness and guardianship. I'm happy he cared enough about me to stay but my sorrow is as deep as the ocean. It runs much deeper then the selfish part of me who is glad he stayed. I loved him enough to want him to abandon me and save himself. I wouldn't have held it against him. But he didn't. There will never be another like him and the heroes who saved the 700 who did survive my death. It's been ninety-seven years and my wreck still remains relatively intact. I can feel the microbes eating away at my body, even though I'm no longer a part of it. I know that the last survivor, who was nine weeks old at the time, has passed away. But that's not why I'm here. I'm not here to talk about myself again. I'm here to talkSpirit of the Titanic on 9-114 years ago in Historical More Like This
Spirit of the Titanic: 100 Years LaterI am lonely. I am sad. I wish to fade forever. Yet, I still endure. I'm the Spirit of the Titanic and it's now been 100 years since my first voyage ended in disaster. I am angry. I am vengeful. I want to rage against someone but who is there for me to do so? There never was anyone else. It all falls on me. That night was supposed to be different. I blame myself, forever doomed to be trapped by my guilt. I consigned so many souls to death that I can't live with myself now. I wish to die again. What is the point of being reminded of my ultimate failure in doing what I was built to do?Spirit of the Titanic: 100 Years Later2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I want to cry. I want to turn back time. One hundred years is a milestone for myself and my wreck at the bottom of the ocean. It's been so long since people walked my halls and I felt the gentle caress of my builder's proud thoughts as he made sure that any little problems that came up during my voyage were handled. I miss him so. He knew me, stem to stern, keel to funnel. You all who have read my story kno
In MemoriamI have slept a deep and soundless sleepIn Memoriam2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in waters like dark ice
for a century.
For a hundred years
I have drifted through dreams
of Chantilly lace and stars like diamonds,
of ship's whistles and sea hymns,
of children spinning tops
on spotless, polished wooden decks
shining like fire in the setting sun.
Distant memories and recollections
across the fluid, undulating years,
frozen in time, still sharp to the touch.
If I close my fist too tightly,
they could draw blood.
There are echoes still
of the screaming, the groaning
of the rending iron,
the electric sizzle of failing lights,
the pyrotechnic bursts of flares,
the desperate, sobbing goodbyes.
There are fragments, now and then,
of shrill whistles piercing through the night
like punctuation marks, or knives.
The empty, endless silence that came after
follows me, becomes my shadow
in a world without sunsets or starlight.
Yet, now and again, the darkness is interrupted
penetrate the impermeab