bury! bury bury god. what do we bury. feelings. secrets. bones. seeds. shiny things. what else? i feel like so much is buried under trying to fit in. trying not to rock the fucking boat. i’m tired of that shit. i want to rock the boat. but my legs aren’t used to shimmying after all this careful tip-toeing.
There was a man who dug a hole. And in that hole he buried a coin. It was a coin that meant a lot to him. A beautiful lady had given it to him a long time ago. So he buried it. He buried it because he didn’t want to ever have to give it away.
She was buried in the black cemetery at dawn on the third of July. Everything had been fine until that last moment of peace when the Feds showed up. I doubt even hell could’ve stopped those men from taking her life, and it certainly didn’t. Certainly not.
She went into the woods in search of soft soil and soon after walking around for a couple of minutes she found the perfect spot. She gently lifted some soil and decided to bury her secret treasure… or what she would call treasure. She buried it deep enough so no one could find it.
They took it out, pulsing and beating, I watched every minute of it though they believed I were to be asleep and soon no longer breathing. They ripped it out and threw it deep into that hole. Kicking the gravel. Buried it down. I watched and felt nothing. Nothing anymore. It’s still pumping there under the rubble and rocks and dirt, trading the mud for plasma. I feel the earth now, not my skin.
I buried my dog when it died. His name was Rakker and he was 5 years old. Rakker now lies in our back yard. We miss him a lot and are now considering buying another dog. But a new dog will never be as sweet as Rakker.
If I could bury my head ten feet into the sand right now, it would happen.
That horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
Spreading to every inch of your body.
Like gravity pulling you down with all its might.
Bury your dead and pick your self up
move away like its nothing but feel everything
live without the regrets but hold in your heart
love with out conditions but live for only the best
bury. Am I buried? What should I write here? Am I burying things? What’s inside my subconscious that I should know about? What am I burying? Myself? I’m burying myself. I’m hiding from myself. Hiding from some harsh reality by drinking alcohol and distracting myself with the internet and the TV. So many distractions. I think what I need to do is get away from these distractions.
I bury my guilt with Hannah, in the old cemetery down on Willow Road. But it still haunts me sometimes. Says “You didn’t do all you could to save her”.
I had to bury the body. Quickly. I looked around for some ground that might be soft enough for me to dig with my hands. I had forgotten a shovel. My boss was going to have a scream fest, big time, if she found out I had forgotten the shovel. No good assassin forgets the shovel.
bury means to dig a big hole throw something in (like a body) THEN COVER IT UP LIKE IN THIS ONE MOVIE THIS GUY DUG A BIG HOLE AND THREW A BUNCH OF GIRLS IN THEN LET THEM DIE but one of the girls he threw in lived and came back for him and threw him in then the cops called her crazy and put her in a mental hospital but they never found that one guy that she buried.
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed.
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed, no wrinkle stretched and made young again. Time has aged me from within.
she asked to be buried in the morning
with the sun rises on across dark wood casket
let them mourn in the morn, she said
let them share gazes and glasses by midday
and let their minds rest on tomorrow’s work
by the evening, and so forget how I lived
The night the dog was buried he cried. He had never cried that hard and he honestly didn’t know why. He did not spend very much time with the dog. He barely even touched it. This dog’s death did not symbolize the loss of a friend. Not ever the loss of a pet. It represented the last connection he had to his father. And without it he felt like time was moving much quicker. On a time line, with the dog the distance between him and his father moved a a slow constant speed. Without the dog, time accelerated. He felt as though the memories were pouring out of his ears like water. All he had left was the dog. And now the dog was gone.
bury! bury bury god. what do we bury. feelings. secrets. bones. seeds. shiny things. what else? i feel like so much is buried under trying to fit in. trying not to rock the fucking boat. i’m tired of that shit. i want to rock the boat. but my legs aren’t used to shimmying after all this careful tip-toeing.
By S.R. on 10.15.2012
There was a man who dug a hole. And in that hole he buried a coin. It was a coin that meant a lot to him. A beautiful lady had given it to him a long time ago. So he buried it. He buried it because he didn’t want to ever have to give it away.
By Em on 10.15.2012
She was buried in the black cemetery at dawn on the third of July. Everything had been fine until that last moment of peace when the Feds showed up. I doubt even hell could’ve stopped those men from taking her life, and it certainly didn’t. Certainly not.
By Kristin Boes on 10.15.2012
This is my favorite word.
By bayleigh URL on 10.15.2012
She went into the woods in search of soft soil and soon after walking around for a couple of minutes she found the perfect spot. She gently lifted some soil and decided to bury her secret treasure… or what she would call treasure. She buried it deep enough so no one could find it.
By Michelle on 10.15.2012
bury???
whats that???
Bury me???
Does that make sense???
What does bury mean??
bury bury bury???
By poseidon619 URL on 10.15.2012
They took it out, pulsing and beating, I watched every minute of it though they believed I were to be asleep and soon no longer breathing. They ripped it out and threw it deep into that hole. Kicking the gravel. Buried it down. I watched and felt nothing. Nothing anymore. It’s still pumping there under the rubble and rocks and dirt, trading the mud for plasma. I feel the earth now, not my skin.
By Lex URL on 10.15.2012
I buried my dog when it died. His name was Rakker and he was 5 years old. Rakker now lies in our back yard. We miss him a lot and are now considering buying another dog. But a new dog will never be as sweet as Rakker.
By Kim Rooijakkers on 10.15.2012
I have no idea what this means but, it sounds like hurry. So maybe thats what it means I really don’t know well almost out of time got to go.
By lexie12 URL on 10.15.2012
If I could bury my head ten feet into the sand right now, it would happen.
That horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
Spreading to every inch of your body.
Like gravity pulling you down with all its might.
By Britty URL on 10.15.2012
Bury??
Like underground bury?
By alliekaley URL on 10.15.2012
to bury is to dig under ground i think haha i had pizza today
By epiclysiver URL on 10.15.2012
Bury sounds like fury. My dog is fury…!!!!!! =D thats it yepp all the way
By zebra woman URL on 10.15.2012
Bury your dead and pick your self up
move away like its nothing but feel everything
live without the regrets but hold in your heart
love with out conditions but live for only the best
By Shannon URL on 10.15.2012
bury. Am I buried? What should I write here? Am I burying things? What’s inside my subconscious that I should know about? What am I burying? Myself? I’m burying myself. I’m hiding from myself. Hiding from some harsh reality by drinking alcohol and distracting myself with the internet and the TV. So many distractions. I think what I need to do is get away from these distractions.
By Karin on 10.15.2012
I bury my love
By jillj URL on 10.15.2012
Allie likes to bury herself when we play hide and go seek.
By embell URL on 10.15.2012
a word that sounds and look to hard to worry about and no one will use it in a sentance
By SydneyRae(: URL on 10.15.2012
i bury jill in the snow.
By fishyy URL on 10.15.2012
To bury love! That Emily doesn’t have any
By vb4life URL on 10.15.2012
I bury Anna under the old oak behind the house. She still looks so alive, her curls still all black and shiny, her face porcelain pure.
By Lynn on 10.15.2012
I bury my guilt with Hannah, in the old cemetery down on Willow Road. But it still haunts me sometimes. Says “You didn’t do all you could to save her”.
By Lynn on 10.15.2012
he was buried in his thoughts not concerned about anything else.
By Amaryllis URL on 10.15.2012
I had to bury the body. Quickly. I looked around for some ground that might be soft enough for me to dig with my hands. I had forgotten a shovel. My boss was going to have a scream fest, big time, if she found out I had forgotten the shovel. No good assassin forgets the shovel.
By Iam Me URL on 10.15.2012
i will bury my time capsule, i think thats the right ”bury”…
By zoe lewis URL on 10.15.2012
Bury: verb, you bury something or are buried.
can be a name Bury or Burier (last name- would be a weird first name)
Other meanings or uses: to be buried in sadness-figrative – you can’t be buried in literaile sadness,
By stripes URL on 10.15.2012
bury means to dig a big hole throw something in (like a body) THEN COVER IT UP LIKE IN THIS ONE MOVIE THIS GUY DUG A BIG HOLE AND THREW A BUNCH OF GIRLS IN THEN LET THEM DIE but one of the girls he threw in lived and came back for him and threw him in then the cops called her crazy and put her in a mental hospital but they never found that one guy that she buried.
By exploding chicken 1 URL on 10.15.2012
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed.
By Arlene Soto on 10.15.2012
i think bury is to dig or i think it has something to do with digging but i’m really not sure!!!!!! :( i guess i have to look it up!!!!!!! :P
By fancy girl URL on 10.15.2012
i think it makes me think of the things out side called burs
By teia on 10.15.2012
To go under ground like worms or ants. :0
By lexie12 URL on 10.15.2012
i will bury a dead person at a cemetery.even if they are alive.
By Jayce URL on 10.15.2012
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed, no wrinkle stretched and made young again. Time has aged me from within.
By neen1794 URL on 10.15.2012
The dog went to the back yard to bury one of mother’s golden watches that was very expensive.
By epicdeath12 URL on 10.15.2012
my mother bury me in the back yard and that was my fenural>
By Gabrielwood ortiz URL on 10.15.2012
death, zombies, bunny rabitts, kids books, sand castle, dog, bones, socks in the sand,
By Savannah on 10.15.2012
i will bury someone after i kill them.
By Jayce URL on 10.15.2012
she asked to be buried in the morning
with the sun rises on across dark wood casket
let them mourn in the morn, she said
let them share gazes and glasses by midday
and let their minds rest on tomorrow’s work
by the evening, and so forget how I lived
By gsk URL on 10.15.2012
The night the dog was buried he cried. He had never cried that hard and he honestly didn’t know why. He did not spend very much time with the dog. He barely even touched it. This dog’s death did not symbolize the loss of a friend. Not ever the loss of a pet. It represented the last connection he had to his father. And without it he felt like time was moving much quicker. On a time line, with the dog the distance between him and his father moved a a slow constant speed. Without the dog, time accelerated. He felt as though the memories were pouring out of his ears like water. All he had left was the dog. And now the dog was gone.
By Andrea on 10.15.2012
The bodies.
There are so many.
They are scattered everywhere. What have I done?
The blood.
My hands.
I couldn’t have done this.
I’m so calm.
I’m smiling.
What type of monster am I?
Dig dig dig.
I will bury the bodies.
I wake up and bury the dream away, almost better than I did with the corpses.
By xxnann3rzxx URL on 10.15.2012