Pelagic: Relating to oceans or seas.

Footage courtesy of Prelinger Archives.

Created by Tristan Nash.

by Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Says the famous Spongebob Squarepants. Going to the beach, when it’s not crowded, is a fun thing to do. Everyone should try it. But you’re at a risk of getting strep throat or some sort of sickness. It happens every time, on the days when it’s not crowded (November-February). Anyways, I took these photos at Coney Island, so enjoy. I think they’re very pretty.

First steps, the city
But then you see it
No more skyscrapers
Only the blank border
Before you hear the crashing
The blue arms
Pulling and grabbing
People, small and simple
Bobbing
Bobbing
Turn around
Listen again
Do you still hear the cars?
Do you still see the metal giants?
Who loom above your head?
The battle
The fight
Ocean arms
Giants of iron and steel
Then the Sun has set
Sending sparkles over the ocean
The beast’s spine
For now, the steel has won
The steel
Of the city

by Liza Garrity

The sea is like a never-ending love,
that seems to go on forever.
But the sea does eventually stop,
Just like the life a person that has no more use for a person.

I fall into a sad and dark sleep where no one may enter,
And the things you are convinced are wrong,
Suddenly appear to be the only right in this world,
a world that is filled with anger and jealousy.

As I step into the whirlpool of an unending sadness,
A pelagic sadness that grows at it yearns for a life.
The sea and I have two things in common,
We are full of surprises, even if it may not seem like it and,
We both are pelagic in one way or another.

The story behind both of us still hasn’t ended,
and the story will never end.