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i have a flood of emotions rushing through me always,
mainly right now i just want him to fuck off and leave me alone,
why can’t he just be an adult and understand the concept i explained to him
over and over again…
i told him,
“I’ll never want you, I’ve never wanted you, I’ll always want him,
i told you from the beginning I’ve wanted him this whole time…
why don’t you understand that?”
By Delilah URL on 12.21.2011
We are all swimming in the flood.
Only, some of us are drowning.
It’s hard to remember
and sometimes it’s exhausting.
By Elio Hawkins URL on 12.21.2011
I am flooded by waves of pain when I sit.
When I stand they run up and down my back.
they consume me, my body, my mind, everything.
and no longer can I breathe “normally”
By Susannah URL on 12.21.2011
After centuries of nothing, I opened my eyes.
Suddenly there was everything.
Anything that was nothing was now too much.
There was a flood of information that I hadn’t seen before.
All those questions were answered,
My dreams no more.
I was now
By Roxie on 12.21.2011
When every thought that goes through your head is only contained in your mind, you feel overwhelmed. When you keep your troubles to yourself, your stress level rises just like a tidal wave. The more problems or issues you have the higher the wave. Anxiety kicks in. Stress rises. You are more prone to irritation and anger. Till finally, the wave cannot go any higher and it crashes down upon you. You have two options: swim or drown.
By Kari Norene on 12.21.2011
It’s raining ridiculously hard right now. The wind and water beats against the walls of my room and it feels like I’m going to be crushed under my roof. Nothing to do with a flood, but it made me think of the weather right now…
By curiousdee URL on 12.21.2011
“They told me it was coming, but. i couldn’t bring myself to move” he said, his blue lips shuddering.
By Buttxheeks URL on 12.21.2011
there is yet another threat of flood in up coming year, looks like there is no end to the suffering of people who live near by the river. its devastating effect can only felt by those dependent for its sustenance on river
By filza URL on 12.21.2011
My worst habit: overthinking, making up good and bad scenarios before I go to bed, let the bittersweet memories flood my mind and regret that I can’t do anything to go back anymore.
By alyssa rae on 12.21.2011
There was a great flood in the land. It lasted for 20 days and nights. The family did not know what to do. They sat on their rooftop for the entire time, wishing and hoping for someone to fly over and rescue them. The floodwaters had entirely engulfed their home and left them with out anything but the clothes on their backs.
By Jody Kolmen on 12.21.2011
The Nashville Flood of 2010 didn’t touch us because we were on a hill, but our neighbors were bailing out their basements. Their water-logged heirloom furniture that they had kept in their basements were dragged to the curb for trash pick-up. The curbs of Nashville were the saddest sight after the flood.
By cyndietodd URL on 12.21.2011
The flood washed us away the the next county met I met Gloria and her son. Nice folk. They had me dry my pants on the line and for a few minutes I thought about settling down there. Getting a job, and getting the things I want. Stitching up the wounds the towering city gave me.
By Adam on 12.21.2011
It rained all day, all night, I never thought it would stop. I watched from the highest room in my apartment complex. Rain flecked windows and dark, dark skies. I called you four times and you didn’t answer. I worried the water swept you away. It was a flood but not in the right way. No one was dying tonight.
By Cassie URL on 12.21.2011
The darkness closes in on me like a flood. It overwhelms my senses and fills my eyes. I cannot see. I cannot breathe. Everything is dark. I do not know where I am. I do not know how to escape. It consumes everything like a flood.
By Rae D. URL on 12.21.2011
Floods of water and tears and regrets, but really, what does that have to do with anything? It’s all in the past. All in the past. What’s changed, now that’s what we should be worried about. Floods of water, but water kills, heals, purifies, nourishes. You can’t live without water. And so use that water. It’s there for a reason. Grow. Change. Love. Live.
By Salaa'ut URL on 12.21.2011
You love someone
This person isn’t me
You’ve thrown me away like an old sock
And suddenly it all makes sense
It all comes rushing to my face
Flooding my eyes with tears of betrayal
You love someone
This person isn’t me
By SubtleWhispers URL on 12.21.2011
The silver shimmer of the night washed around Iris in a flood of high expectations and adrenaline. He was there, there at the corner, his hands shoved into his pockets, his sweater sleeves a little too short, exposing his nobby wrists.
This is it, though Iris, this is him.
The slimy bricks of the old building were cold against her bare shoulder blades, she drew her dark cloak more firmly around her shoulder, let the flowing fabric drift over her eyes, concealing her Ivory face.
Her pencil thin dagger slid easily from it’s oiled sheath, it didn’t make a noise.
The man shifted uncomforatbly against the pole, and Iris took the opporunity. she sprang.
By platinum URL on 12.21.2011
flooded by love.
damn, it’s fuckin cheezy with huge Z but, that’s what i’m feeling right now.
such amazing amount of love that fulfill me from head to toe, especially in the heart.
it feels like i can’t breathe.
who needs oxygen anymore?
…seriously this is overly cheesy.
By venus aretha URL on 12.21.2011
See, I was going to make some sort of sexual comment.
But then I didn’t.
So here we are.
By america URL on 12.21.2011
As the flood came though they watched the sandbags torn apart and the sand washed away. The brown water stirred and whipped through their defences, ripping out trees and sweeping up debris.
By Meredyth URL on 12.21.2011
Floods really only such for land-living creatures. I mean, what do fish do when it floods? Probably nothing; they’re fish.
the sun was setting as the kids waited for the men to come home. as usual they were late. it always seemed to take forever for dinner. they passed around a jug of water to stave the hunger. inside, the women were weaving more nets and imagining them full. on an island life moved slower. the ocean made things less important, less urgent.
By becca Loo URL on 12.21.2011
By Demi Gaud URL on 12.21.2011
Today, my fragile mind is flooded with thoughts that are new. Thoughts that weren’t there when I turned 5 years old, nor when I was 6. Now I’m 17, and thoughts of my future never fail to surface.
By Pui Teng URL on 12.21.2011
It was 1953, Alabama, and my uncle Joe was floating atop a porch. The flood had gotten hold of their house.
“Hold on Jimmy, boy” he said to his brother as they both held on tight to their makeshift raft.
By Candice URL on 12.21.2011
thoughts of him
would flood her mind
overcome with him
she felt herself drowning
he was her only
she needed saving
but only by him.
By karmachik URL on 12.22.2011
There was a flood in your house. I came as soon as you called, and that’s saying something because I was two beers in and on the verge of making a couple of new pseudo-friends because of them. But I still came. You called me and you sounded like you were in a recording studio, glass walls everywhere and big headphones over your ears, so you were yelling, and that’s the only sound I could hear.
By tamarinda URL on 12.22.2011
Flood my heart. Fill me with what I once had. Love has been absent for a while or the absent heart has left love behind. Feeling is obsolete now that I’ve moved on from emotion.
By Christian URL on 12.22.2011
A flood entered my mind, it wiped clean everything I’d thought over the years. It flowed across the cavernous ranges of my mind, eroding the cliffs of my memories until, one by one, they crumbled into the ocean of oblivion. Lost to a void of nothingness.
By Jordan URL on 12.22.2011
Everything is running towards me at once, I can’t move, I can’t think; I freeze. They’re all going to hit, there’s nowhere for me to go, nowhere to turn. So I stand still and relax, I pretend I’m somewhere safe, paradise.
When it hits, for a moment, I feel the world, and then, nothing.
By Julia M URL on 12.22.2011
The flood came suddenly in the village of Lahore, bringing with it death and destruction in its wake. the government agencies were slow to respond to the need of the people, and a lot of them lost their life due to carelessness and confusion.
By victor walkes URL on 12.22.2011
I am flooded. By relief yesterday. By boredom (?) this morning. Maybe it’s not boredom. But suddenly, because I have so much free time, I’m not sure what to do with it. I could watch old cartoons, play games, read a book, but nothing seems particularly appealing. Everything is appealing but nothing I want to do specifically.
By Jen on 12.22.2011
my emotions are flooding out of this dam I’ve created to hole up this pain. It trickles through, sometimes just dripping slowly, but I feel as if one day the dam will break, and with it, myself.
By LostAsleep URL on 12.22.2011
Waves came crashing and horror unfurled right before her. But it wasn’t so much the physical than the mental ache she felt as she watched her memories get swept away.
By Kyasha URL on 12.22.2011
The water came in, all of the sudden, before anyone had any time to foreseen or even think about disaster. It took everything, everyone. Every trace of history, every memory.
Today nothing remains.
By Nathalie (@spacedlaw) URL on 12.22.2011
The basement tends to flood. We have done everything we can in terms of diverting the water from the house. Now we have redone the floors to a tight-fitting vinyl which will be easier to clean if there should be another flood.
By elizabeth b URL on 12.22.2011
I felt the level rise, starting to distort my vision. The cup of tears finally brimmed and my face was instantly wet. and I smiled. I could cry.
By k on 12.22.2011
The memories flooded back. All of them, Alex had spent years trying to erase them from his mind. They were so terrible. But when he looked into the eyes of this poor starving girl, all the memories came back and he knew he couldn’t let her just stay here like this.
By nick f. on 12.22.2011
peculiar we find ourselves
beneath the spectral curtain drop
of lilac night
the grainy intersection
of leg, torso
the wellspring of our union.
i must merge into thee,
press lips against
oblivion’s soft hip,
the empty sky a sacred place we yearn for
We enter, cleansed
Blackness falls like old rags
I recite your name until it is smooth, polished
You are the mountain now
I walk the steep path of your limbs
no separation between us
My skin cleaves to your rock
Walls may fall
We will dissolve into one another
If only for this fleeting, eternal moment
By minimalist URL on 12.22.2011
hai dear there is some flood in my heart’s harmons when you spoke very little to me. and at the same time i felt the same with opposite happiness when there is some speech from you.
By laxmi on 12.22.2011
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