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Flailing reminds me, (aesthetically), of flogging. Except, generally one cannot flail while being flogged, as being tied to some form of stationary object is customary, after all. I do not think that flailing as the flogger would do much in the way of productive good, either…
By Jason URL on 02.18.2013
pain. it was all i could feel. there was the deep unending hole inside me that i seemed to be falling into. no matter how much i flailed about i could not control my plunge nor could i find the walls. i was falling forever into the darkest abyss of my own mind
By Hisoka URL on 02.18.2013
Don’t you see?
This is an ocean
You can’t escape
Flail all you want
It doesn’t care
It’s the ocean
You’re just a speck of sand
on a beach.
You are nothing
There are things bigger than you,
stronger than you
and there is nothing you can do.
(but it’s okay because the sun
will shine on your bloated body
and maybe, somewhere,
someone will cry over you
and then you’ll return back to the earth
like you were meant to
[it gave you life now it wants it back])
By cosmic URL on 02.18.2013
These words… It’s really amazing how they seem to be so precisely chosen, each day, to fit my life. I mean, I know that’s just the rule of fives at work, but really? “Flailing”? After an increasingly unpleasant breakup and trying desperately to decide my future?
By Strophios URL on 02.18.2013
My eyes were unfocussed when the “one word” appeared and I thought it was “falling” but realized that was not right. Then, still with no focus, I thought it must say “failing”, and I had some things to write about that word. Much to my dismay, it is in reality, “flailing”, and I have nothing to say about that.
By Bea on 02.18.2013
Flailing is a word of such importance and it is the word I can not get past for it is all my mind can think to do as I grasp at whisps of words that make no sense in the context of this sentence, my writing is a run on of life in small fragments living past my experience
By Kirsten URL on 02.18.2013
I’m flailing because I am a duck. Ducks flail all the time because you know, they are ducks. Holy crap buscuits. Flailing! I flail around a lot. Yeah. Because I am a fangirl, fangirls flail.
By Belle on 02.18.2013
All I can see is a light. Who knows what lies through it. I can see glimpses of color and specks that look like pieces of dust. Everything is speeding by and I can’t do anything about it. I reach my arms for something to grab; kick my legs to find anything to stand on. Nothing. I am floating in what feels like a never ending free fall. No one is around to save me or hear my cries. I should save my breath, for the last breath I take is one I want to remember. I can see all of my favorite memories. All the people I love I can feel inside my heart as if they are there with me. I can feel the arms of angels all around me; those who I have lost are there guiding the way with each of their hands holding onto a limb. The fall does not feel so scary anymore; is warms me. Perhaps this was all I ever needed and yet it was the only thing I ran away from. Now that I have lost all control, the only thing I can do is smile, be still and know I am in the comfort of love.
By Kari URL on 02.18.2013
Magikarp flails around.
Poor Magikarp, no one likes him. He’s like the ugly duckling that turns into not a swan but……
AN AMAZING GYARADOS.
Jesus Christ I must look stupid.
I flail around a lot.
It’s really not attractive
By Belle URL on 02.18.2013
She flailed her arm in front of his face to get his attention. “Pay attention to meee.” She whined with big eyes. “I have to finish writing this, go away.” He replies without looking up from his writing. “What are you writing?” She asks while giving a bit of personal space back.
By Matty URL on 02.18.2013
When was the last time you looked at someone you thought had it all together, and wondered if they were really as stable as they seemed? Did you ever think that the ones that seemed like they were doing okay, even great, most of the time, might be flailing in the dark, just like the rest of us? Take the time today to reach out to someone, let them know you’re praying for them, that you love them, that they matter to you. Don’t leave them flailing for hope.
By Melissa URL on 02.18.2013
She swings high. high up above the ground. At least 6 feet. Tied by ropes eating away at her skin, she struggles to break free. Wrapped around her, binding her limbs with her torso; she flings and flails with no avail.
By Heidi P. URL on 02.18.2013
Flailing? Yea. I’ve done it before.
Most recently on Saturday.
When you left.
I had to stay.
I was flailing.
By Liz on 02.18.2013
By aye URL on 02.18.2013
falling. relentlessley. A boy falling off the top of a tall building and crashing into a glass pool at the bottom. Not knowing how to even swim if he did survive.
By rebecca on 02.18.2013
Flailing, falling, the feeling (terrifying) of absolute loss of control that comes whenever I ignore God.
By ceej URL on 02.18.2013
I am flailing, in time, in space. I have no direction. Spinning, wondering where I’m going to end up when all this is through. It will be all right… right? or will it all turn to shit like I think it will?
By Zach on 02.19.2013
My thoughts are flailing. The girl falling from the sky is flailing. My heart is flailing.
It’s been so long since I wrote anything substantial that I find it extremely hard to write something regarding “flailing.” So I feel the former three sentences very succinctly.
This entry sucks.
By Scream URL on 02.19.2013
Flailing, the tree branches rustled in the heavily brewing storm. Frightened, and out of despair.
By Jack Adams URL on 02.19.2013
what she was flailing to recognize about her current situation was the fact that she was running out of merciful time. The clock continued to tick, and she ran
By CHLOE SLYE on 02.19.2013
a supermarked market
apples a-peeling appeal
forever forgetting what i’m doing
head aches, wrecked and wracked
this flailing life
shopping at night
whatever became of the yesterdays
when they were tomorrows?
By Matty M. on 02.19.2013
that is all i can be certain of. I am falling downwards. My arms flailing helplessly in the air. Except when i open my eyes i am on my bed. flailing hysterically. my littl brother only stares.
By Leroy Mthulisi Ndlovu on 02.19.2013
it was fast and fluid his arms just slapping the air. He flailed them proudly waving to his sister.
“Come give me a hug” he yelled. As if his arms in the air didn’t grab enough attention toward them already. But that was Joseph. He didn’t care what anyone thought.
I ran to he hugged me broadly just like he always did.
By alice on 02.19.2013
I don’t even know what this word means.. English is not my native language. Icelandic is. So I have a hard time even thinking about what this word really means haha. Flailing. It soundsl like something that both sails and flies. But I have absolutely no Idea whatsoever
By Dísa Rún Jóhannsdóttir on 02.19.2013
flailing is a word ive never heard about. so i dont really know what it means.but its appeared here, so obviously it s an important word. and thats a matter of shame for me, cause i dont know it.i dont know a lot of other worls for that matter,which i should.flailing is just one of the words i dont know.
By chandni on 02.19.2013
Spinning around, I held on to the ground,
And opened my heart to the wall.
Flailing in love and punching above,
And hoping to fight off my fall.
By Shimbo URL on 02.19.2013
My arms around, rising to the unknown challenge, feeling altogether let loose, given too much time, given too much air. A lot goes around the mind, flailing itself, throwing all ideas into the same spot, from which none return, none know how to, some do not even wish to, some are better off in other worlds.
By Jan2510 URL on 02.19.2013
flailing and fluttering, following foraging feeble flawless flying glimpses of butterflies with their wings lost to the sea. Flailing. Soaring. Downwards and careening towards certain death. Flailing. Flying. Fluttering softly against the wind. Flailing like a free form forgotten girl.
By Chloe Rose on 02.19.2013
Flailing. Moving erratically, arms circling forwards and backwards desperate for balance.
By Taylor on 02.19.2013
flailing and fluttering with my eyes lost to the sea. Foraging and reaching towards that sweet something I’ll never see. Forget me not, forget me forever. Forget me through this sunken weather. I have no treasure. Forever we weather on. Humming to the beat of our sullen song. Flailing in the wind, I do not see. Flailing forever, please keep up with me.
By Chloe Rose URL on 02.19.2013
“Evey day, it just goes on,” she said. Her distress was obvious, her voice rising and her arms flailing round like windmills. As the emotions poured out of her, diaphanous dress she wore drifted around seeming to churn around her like curdling milk.
By Meredyth URL on 02.19.2013
Flailing is a word which happens to sound like it’s meaning; if you are flailing, you are failing and deteriorating in condition. This is demonstrated by the ing sound which results in the word ‘dying off’ as you finish saying it.
By Lewis on 02.19.2013
I can feel nothing but searing pain holding me in place. When the pain ceases, leaving me stinging all over and unable to bite back the agony, the flailing starts. I think I’m trying to get up, but for some reason my body won’t obey me and I keep floundering, flailing, trying to escape the Void of pain.
By Hannah Law URL on 02.19.2013
flailing sounds like a name for a ducks flapping set of feet. just like it flaps around in water creating splashes all around the small little pond.
By Upasana on 02.19.2013
Can’t swim. Grasping at the air, hoping to pull himself from the heavy pull as the chop slowly swallows him. Spray and froth make the ocean look more ominous, as if some unseen monster is working, hidden just below the surface.
By Brynde URL on 02.19.2013
He kept flailing in her grasp, though, as she struggled to keep her power. He slipped out from her hold, and fell to the ground. She landed on top of him…
By Ashley URL on 02.19.2013
her arms flailing, she slid on the black ice, her leg caught in the gaping whole of the natural-looking fence. she saw her death before her eyes, the cliff of the mountain on her left, 4500 feet above sea level
By Andrea on 02.19.2013
She flailed in the water, helpless, slowly giving in to its freezing but welcoming arms.
She was going to drown, she was going to drown and there was no one here to save her.
After everything she’s been through, she was going to DROWN to death; no getting shot, hung, burned at the stake, buried alive, dying of hunger, no. She would drown, and there was not a thing to be done.
By Neta Shikoba URL on 02.19.2013
i am flailing in this ocean that youre drowning me in. i am overtaken by the waves of my tears and i am all alone. the darkness overtakes me and i cannot see. i am helpless. do i give up? can i keep going in this sea of nothingness?
By Drue on 02.19.2013
She was flailing in the waters that overtook her. Her mind was flooded with thoughts of her inevitable end. She did not know where to go. The sea of her tears was drowning her and she could move anymore.
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