As he sat down onto the couch he felt it conform to his body. It was refreshing; here was something that remembered him. It even brought him closer as he seemed to become completely absorbed in its cushions. It was comforting as he finished off each day with the familiar after a day of strangers who simply didn’t care; sure, to others was just a place to sit, but to him it was love.
I spread my legs out on the couch, my toes facing her.
She glanced down at my feet, and a fleeting expression of disgust flashed through her eyes.
“WHAT?” I asked, jokingly.
“You…you-” she giggled. ” You have gorilla toes!”
Le sigh, the couch. It makes me a lazy person. All I ever do when I sit on the couch is watch television. Terrible television that makes me a mindless, normal human being.
Although I quite like leather couches. I’d like to purchase one one day. Yea, a black leather sectional. It’s just one of those things that I’ve never been able to afford and I think it would be a symbol of making it. Yea, id like a leather couch.
I have a couch at my house. I like to sit on the couch, as it is comfortable. Sometimes I fall asleep on it, but that’s when I get really lazy while watching TV. My couch is pretty awesome, it is a white leather couch. Beautiful, with no dirt marks from Rick James. I am Charlie Murphy, and I own a couch.
the place that i sit. want to have sex, but honestly the couch is rather dirty and he really wouldn’t want to have sex anyway. But I am alright with his decision, so I guess we can just eat dinner, have a cider, and watch a game on the couch instead. Seems like a rather decent evening to me. At least i enjoyed it last time. I believe he did as well. But when I think of that couch I think of his roommate and the ugly blacket that is always there. I would never buy a black leather couch. But hey, that’s what his new wife has to deal with. not me. I prefer that one I saw at Big Lots the other day, not that I shop there often, but I was killing time. Plus, it was cheap and almost exactly what I was looking for in a nice relaxation device. The only thing is, he doesn’t seem to want to ever move in with me. Well, at least that is what he says. Yet we practically live together now. I really don’t see the difference. And whenever we go shopping, he points out something that he thinks we need for “our” room. Since when has it been our room? He claims he doesn’t want to move into together until we get married (in about ten years), but he always wants me to spend the night and he acts as though we are already moved in together. I just don’t understand his reasoning. And I can’t just wait forever for him to figure out his own head. I have to make a schedule and it won’t work if he suddenly feels that we should live together and I suddenly have to move to another state. Plus, how are we going to keep this relationship up for several years if we are living in different states? I don’t think he has thought this through completely. I tried to show him my point of view, but I’m not sure if it went through. And, I also mentioned that he would have this same problem with any future girl he is with, and somehow this is what made him stop and ponder his own thought processes. Go figure.
There it sat, looking so desolate and pathetic. How had I held on to it for so long? There wasn’t any room for it anymore, not in the house or in my heart, but it still hurt to see it finally go. That couch held my memories like it once held us and to see it go was like giving up my last piece of you. Never again would I sit on that couch crying about how we spent our hours and days wasted right there, wishing that you would come back and we could have those days again because now the couch was finally leaving just as you had.
I sat on the couch beside you and watched everything you did through my peripheral vision. I didn’t watch the movie, instead I watched every single move you made. I will keep that in my mind forever and replay it, over and over again. I don’t ever want to forget your face.
comfy place to lay down and watch tv as well as sleep or watch movies. a couch is also a good place to spend time with your friends and family. i do my homework on my couch. also i play with my sister’s hair on my couch. its really ugly though.
I remember the place I brought you and loved you. The first and last time we kissed and that was more of a miss than a hit, but it’s still my favorite song to sing and think about and count the days on both our hands when you cared about being my man.
I sat on the couch as I heard the news. My sister had brought her loser boyfriend back into her life. It made me quite sad and I pondered the violent things I would have loved to do to him. I thought of my nephew and a smile crossed my face. Rough times are ahead for the little guy. I love him.
comfortable
home
feet up
snuggly
sick days
family time
christmas wrapping paper
petting kittens
green diamond pattern
country home
thankfulness
reading
I was sitting right there, I was all by myself. When, suddenly, it started to move. I felt quite strange, my couch was moving to and fro. It was a magical trip, I went to the end of the world, until I woke up.
Simple pleasures-
The warmth and comfort
Familiarity to fall back on
…A sanctuary of sorts
Solid enough to cling to
A protector, preserver of old
Shielding from the outside
Surrounded in a screen
Untouchable by the world
Gratefully-
Sinking further into the cushions.
the couch that you claimed to sit on and just play video games with Ryan all day. I bet you miss those times, but look at where you are now. You’re an inspiration to not only me, but millions of others. You’ve changed our lives and I think you’re happy :)
At first I hated the idea of moving to a new city. Moving was not one of my favorite things on Earth. But since mom bought that couch things got a little better because now it’s easier for me to have friends over. Why? Because it turns into a bed :D
i think of couches and think of bums living on mine. I honestly wouldn’t mind it if they chilled there as long as they didn’t eat my oreos. i love oreos. But if they ate them it would be sidewalk city
Couches are meant to be comfy. A place to relax. Some are extra padded. Others are so worn from use that the cushions remember the shape of your body. I like to nap on couch’s. There is something so delightful about them.
so here i am laying down on this comfy couch with my feet up. still i am convinced that she got laid here, i mean where else was she going to do with her boyfriend in this room by herself? whatever, it doesn’t matter.
something you sleep on
something you lay on
something you laugh on
sometimes people have sex on the couch
you eat on the couch
there are soft couches
and there are hard couches
no one knows whats REALLY under a couch
you can jump on the couch
red couches are beautiful in my opinion
i sit on it and watch tv. potato couch. leather. why leather, poor cows. I need something comfy. lay my backpack on, recliner. yes that would be reallly nice. lost me phone. it’s black too. i want a brown one. they look better in a room. Looks makes me happy when i walk into the door
i am sitting on the couch waiting for a reply from a friend. alone in this house. lonely. wanting a friend to keep me company. My cats are sharing this couch with me but they can’t hold a conversation. lonely little crazy cat lady i suppose.
I love sittin on couches… mmmmmhmmmm they soooo comfy. Especially like it when they have decorative pillows lined up for me to lay down on…… mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Yeah so that’s about it I guess! Hope you liked it!
The ulphostery was threadbare at the corners. The cushions were mishapen and the colours faded. There were even crusty bits from spills and drool. It gave off a smell that wasn’t quite offensive but, still, took some getting used to. Yet it was the most comfortable couch he had ever slept on.
I used to sit on her lap all the time. She’d sing me songs, and give me candy, and tell me I was the sweetest kid. We’d play together, and I couldn’t picture a time when I wouldn’t be happy in my mother’s arms. That is, until she got sick.
Slouch sitting on a couch.
I tried not to be a grouch.
Tiredness can slap
When people don’t let you take a nap.
So I decided to huddle
In my blanket where I snuggled.
I already did this.
okay.
couch. couchcouchcouch.
I like my couch.
it’s coffee and cream colored.
now I want to go to a cafe..
and drink coffee.
comfort.
it smells of food and doggy the scents i love most they bring comfort the home smells and feelings of belonging, love it can’t live without my couch. its softness and familiar embrace remind me of those cold winter nights in front of a fireplace with a cognac in my hand and my beastie on my lap.
i sit on the couch a lot. Though not as much as my brother i think the reason he is so tall is that he spends so much time horizontally, his body doesnt have as much gravity as the rest of us.
I remember sitting in my couch on a chirstmass night when I realized that maybe christmas wasn’t probably that special. I remember an orange couch in the house of my friend when I thought that life couldn´t get any better than that and I was probably right because that’s one of my best memories…
He said, I had a bed and a futon in my room and I was sleeping on the futon. He said this to explain some deep and stagnant depression, some vomit stain buried deep inside his body, his sheets, his mind. I slept on the couch that afternoon, jerking in and out of realistic dreams.
I love to sit on the couch and watch tv. I get annoyed how the couch shows my butt marks where I sat… It kinda makes me feel fat because my ass looks really wide. But that’s okay I guess… I enjoy sitting on the couch with my boyfriend because I love to cuddle and make out with him. There are a lot of good memories on that couch.
The couch was so very alone on its own little curb that I couldn’t help my heart going out to it. It probably helped that I was stoned out of my mind and therefore truly could feel the loneliness of the couch as I saw it sitting there. I pulled the truck up alongside it and spent a good long moment staring at the green and paisley horror before me. Of course, in my hazed mind it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and so I pushed myself out of the truck and wobbled over to the poor thing.
sometimes when i sit on the couch i feel lifeless. i watch time low by me like a river of emptiness. when that happens i take out a beautiful bong called charzard and take a few big ol rips. that river turns into a sea of musical notes each representing a world of imagination created by the little guy in the back of my head creating what i want to see.
As he sat down onto the couch he felt it conform to his body. It was refreshing; here was something that remembered him. It even brought him closer as he seemed to become completely absorbed in its cushions. It was comforting as he finished off each day with the familiar after a day of strangers who simply didn’t care; sure, to others was just a place to sit, but to him it was love.
she sat up and looked directly into his eyes from above. he was still laying upside down beside her on the couch.
“I can’t believe you’d say something like that so casually.” she said, a bitter edge in her voice.
I spread my legs out on the couch, my toes facing her.
She glanced down at my feet, and a fleeting expression of disgust flashed through her eyes.
“WHAT?” I asked, jokingly.
“You…you-” she giggled. ” You have gorilla toes!”
Le sigh, the couch. It makes me a lazy person. All I ever do when I sit on the couch is watch television. Terrible television that makes me a mindless, normal human being.
Although I quite like leather couches. I’d like to purchase one one day. Yea, a black leather sectional. It’s just one of those things that I’ve never been able to afford and I think it would be a symbol of making it. Yea, id like a leather couch.
I have a couch at my house. I like to sit on the couch, as it is comfortable. Sometimes I fall asleep on it, but that’s when I get really lazy while watching TV. My couch is pretty awesome, it is a white leather couch. Beautiful, with no dirt marks from Rick James. I am Charlie Murphy, and I own a couch.
the place that i sit. want to have sex, but honestly the couch is rather dirty and he really wouldn’t want to have sex anyway. But I am alright with his decision, so I guess we can just eat dinner, have a cider, and watch a game on the couch instead. Seems like a rather decent evening to me. At least i enjoyed it last time. I believe he did as well. But when I think of that couch I think of his roommate and the ugly blacket that is always there. I would never buy a black leather couch. But hey, that’s what his new wife has to deal with. not me. I prefer that one I saw at Big Lots the other day, not that I shop there often, but I was killing time. Plus, it was cheap and almost exactly what I was looking for in a nice relaxation device. The only thing is, he doesn’t seem to want to ever move in with me. Well, at least that is what he says. Yet we practically live together now. I really don’t see the difference. And whenever we go shopping, he points out something that he thinks we need for “our” room. Since when has it been our room? He claims he doesn’t want to move into together until we get married (in about ten years), but he always wants me to spend the night and he acts as though we are already moved in together. I just don’t understand his reasoning. And I can’t just wait forever for him to figure out his own head. I have to make a schedule and it won’t work if he suddenly feels that we should live together and I suddenly have to move to another state. Plus, how are we going to keep this relationship up for several years if we are living in different states? I don’t think he has thought this through completely. I tried to show him my point of view, but I’m not sure if it went through. And, I also mentioned that he would have this same problem with any future girl he is with, and somehow this is what made him stop and ponder his own thought processes. Go figure.
There it sat, looking so desolate and pathetic. How had I held on to it for so long? There wasn’t any room for it anymore, not in the house or in my heart, but it still hurt to see it finally go. That couch held my memories like it once held us and to see it go was like giving up my last piece of you. Never again would I sit on that couch crying about how we spent our hours and days wasted right there, wishing that you would come back and we could have those days again because now the couch was finally leaving just as you had.
I sat on the couch beside you and watched everything you did through my peripheral vision. I didn’t watch the movie, instead I watched every single move you made. I will keep that in my mind forever and replay it, over and over again. I don’t ever want to forget your face.
comfy place to lay down and watch tv as well as sleep or watch movies. a couch is also a good place to spend time with your friends and family. i do my homework on my couch. also i play with my sister’s hair on my couch. its really ugly though.
Take a seat.
Relax.
Daze off
into the flashing
TV screen.
Get comfy.
Pull on a blanket.
Spread out.
On the couch.
I reclined into the couch of her yawn
as she blinked several times,
fluffing her feather pillow eyes
where my stare could sleep
for hours.
I remember the place I brought you and loved you. The first and last time we kissed and that was more of a miss than a hit, but it’s still my favorite song to sing and think about and count the days on both our hands when you cared about being my man.
soft, smooth, cloth, high enough to meet you on the way down.
I sat on the couch as I heard the news. My sister had brought her loser boyfriend back into her life. It made me quite sad and I pondered the violent things I would have loved to do to him. I thought of my nephew and a smile crossed my face. Rough times are ahead for the little guy. I love him.
comfortable
home
feet up
snuggly
sick days
family time
christmas wrapping paper
petting kittens
green diamond pattern
country home
thankfulness
reading
I was sitting right there, I was all by myself. When, suddenly, it started to move. I felt quite strange, my couch was moving to and fro. It was a magical trip, I went to the end of the world, until I woke up.
Simple pleasures-
The warmth and comfort
Familiarity to fall back on
…A sanctuary of sorts
Solid enough to cling to
A protector, preserver of old
Shielding from the outside
Surrounded in a screen
Untouchable by the world
Gratefully-
Sinking further into the cushions.
the couch that you claimed to sit on and just play video games with Ryan all day. I bet you miss those times, but look at where you are now. You’re an inspiration to not only me, but millions of others. You’ve changed our lives and I think you’re happy :)
At first I hated the idea of moving to a new city. Moving was not one of my favorite things on Earth. But since mom bought that couch things got a little better because now it’s easier for me to have friends over. Why? Because it turns into a bed :D
What is a couch? Is it a piece of wood covered in fluff and cloth? Or is it a place where people can get together and enjoy each others company?
i think of couches and think of bums living on mine. I honestly wouldn’t mind it if they chilled there as long as they didn’t eat my oreos. i love oreos. But if they ate them it would be sidewalk city
Couches are meant to be comfy. A place to relax. Some are extra padded. Others are so worn from use that the cushions remember the shape of your body. I like to nap on couch’s. There is something so delightful about them.
so here i am laying down on this comfy couch with my feet up. still i am convinced that she got laid here, i mean where else was she going to do with her boyfriend in this room by herself? whatever, it doesn’t matter.
something you sleep on
something you lay on
something you laugh on
sometimes people have sex on the couch
you eat on the couch
there are soft couches
and there are hard couches
no one knows whats REALLY under a couch
you can jump on the couch
red couches are beautiful in my opinion
i sit on it and watch tv. potato couch. leather. why leather, poor cows. I need something comfy. lay my backpack on, recliner. yes that would be reallly nice. lost me phone. it’s black too. i want a brown one. they look better in a room. Looks makes me happy when i walk into the door
i am sitting on the couch waiting for a reply from a friend. alone in this house. lonely. wanting a friend to keep me company. My cats are sharing this couch with me but they can’t hold a conversation. lonely little crazy cat lady i suppose.
I love sittin on couches… mmmmmhmmmm they soooo comfy. Especially like it when they have decorative pillows lined up for me to lay down on…… mmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
Yeah so that’s about it I guess! Hope you liked it!
The ulphostery was threadbare at the corners. The cushions were mishapen and the colours faded. There were even crusty bits from spills and drool. It gave off a smell that wasn’t quite offensive but, still, took some getting used to. Yet it was the most comfortable couch he had ever slept on.
the boy sat on the couch with his pet iguana and imagined himself on a desert island, perhaps Galapagos. Who owns whom?
I used to sit on her lap all the time. She’d sing me songs, and give me candy, and tell me I was the sweetest kid. We’d play together, and I couldn’t picture a time when I wouldn’t be happy in my mother’s arms. That is, until she got sick.
Slouch sitting on a couch.
I tried not to be a grouch.
Tiredness can slap
When people don’t let you take a nap.
So I decided to huddle
In my blanket where I snuggled.
THE END.
I already did this.
okay.
couch. couchcouchcouch.
I like my couch.
it’s coffee and cream colored.
now I want to go to a cafe..
and drink coffee.
comfort.
it smells of food and doggy the scents i love most they bring comfort the home smells and feelings of belonging, love it can’t live without my couch. its softness and familiar embrace remind me of those cold winter nights in front of a fireplace with a cognac in my hand and my beastie on my lap.
i sit on the couch a lot. Though not as much as my brother i think the reason he is so tall is that he spends so much time horizontally, his body doesnt have as much gravity as the rest of us.
I remember sitting in my couch on a chirstmass night when I realized that maybe christmas wasn’t probably that special. I remember an orange couch in the house of my friend when I thought that life couldn´t get any better than that and I was probably right because that’s one of my best memories…
He said, I had a bed and a futon in my room and I was sleeping on the futon. He said this to explain some deep and stagnant depression, some vomit stain buried deep inside his body, his sheets, his mind. I slept on the couch that afternoon, jerking in and out of realistic dreams.
I love to sit on the couch and watch tv. I get annoyed how the couch shows my butt marks where I sat… It kinda makes me feel fat because my ass looks really wide. But that’s okay I guess… I enjoy sitting on the couch with my boyfriend because I love to cuddle and make out with him. There are a lot of good memories on that couch.
The couch was so very alone on its own little curb that I couldn’t help my heart going out to it. It probably helped that I was stoned out of my mind and therefore truly could feel the loneliness of the couch as I saw it sitting there. I pulled the truck up alongside it and spent a good long moment staring at the green and paisley horror before me. Of course, in my hazed mind it was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen and so I pushed myself out of the truck and wobbled over to the poor thing.
sometimes when i sit on the couch i feel lifeless. i watch time low by me like a river of emptiness. when that happens i take out a beautiful bong called charzard and take a few big ol rips. that river turns into a sea of musical notes each representing a world of imagination created by the little guy in the back of my head creating what i want to see.
i’ve sat here for what seems like forever.
you’re not calling, texting, or coming back.
i miss you dearly.
we’ve grown so far apart,
it seems like we’re tearing at the seams.