Below my feet the ice crackled tentatively. I took my steps carefully. Elizabeth was bounding across the ice completely oblivious of the possible danger. She was laughing, looking back at me, waving me forward. I admired her bravery, knowing I would never be as carefree as her.
He was below me and I could see the yellow grime on his teeth as he leered up at me. My hands rested on the wet pavement and the rain continued to pour down on both of us. I felt my eyes widen and I scrambled up, pulling my skirt down as I picked up the contents of my dumped out purse.
one below me
never above me
i can’t let you hover over me
these demons that hang
underneath me
throwing me under
my standard
my worth
my definition of attaining my dreams
i stay far from below
to get me elevated above
so you can see
that my value of an individual is
not below, but above you
They yelled. They screamed. I didn’t care. All I wanted was adventure. Something more. somewhere new. With everyone below the influence and a whole night to explore, nothing was stopping us.
Below my feet, the cement was unstable and my heart was weakening with each passing breath. I wanted to jump, I could feel my heart pulling me towards the ground below. This was it, my end…
He laid below him. His little love. Panting and squirming and writhing in pleasure. He was so very gorgeous like this. All splayed out for Jared to touch. To tease and taste.
The hell below is is warm, but still I can feel cold in here. Oh I forgot, its the UK. Cold, very cold. I would like to go below. Below the surface. Not known to anyone.
below you you find me. you are about two steps better than me. you always have and always will be the best one of us. but that’s ok. you can’t expect much from me than.
Below the stairs there are more stairs. Below the floor there is another floor. Below or above, inside or outside right or wrong we all belong together.
He poked his head under the desk. Surely something was lying just below the surface. He hated when things did that, but there was no curing it. Jake sighed, pulling his head out.
“What are you doing?” asked Hayley. Jake gritted his teeth. He really hated to talk to her.
“Looking for something,” he muttered.
“Well, I have something for you,” Hayley answered, and slid him the piece of paper he had been looking for.
Above the paper plates, pizza crusts, forks and moldy cheese, but below the overdue library books and losing lottery tickets, I see the 23 socks my daughter has lost in the past 2 years. She’s not worn a matching pair since she was 9 years old. So she now has 11-1/2 more pair to wear, once I wash and disinfect them. I love teenagers.
Byla jsem v podpalubí a najednou někdo přišel. Nevěděla jsem kdo to byl a tak jsem se schovala do skříně. Nechala jsem pootevřenou malou škvírku. Viděla jsem přesně na dveře. Slyšela jsem kroky. Za několik málo sekund se dveře otevřely. V nich sp
I hate whats below the belt. It makes me cry every time I see it and think about it. My mommy never stops touching me below the belt. She always says to never put on my belt too tight, that was if she ever needs acces to my area below the belt, she can do so with ease.
you lie below the threshold of my waking mind.
you are not there
in my line of vision
but i can feel your fingers
underneath my skin
where they never were.
your presence drives me wild.
you boil my blood.
i reach out to touch you
but i am grasping air.
i’m below what i used to be i used to be a happy child carefree didn’t have a care in the world but that what the world does it takes all your hopes and dreams away and makes you insecure you don’t think you can ever be yourself again you feel like no one cares what happened to all the happiness and imagination in the world
Below is a mysterious depth that is waiting to be explored. A deep wide chasm of uncertainty, a place I have never been. It could hold creature with sharp teeth and a taste for flesh or a paradise with everything I could I want. The only way to know is to spread my arms and swan dive down into the dark, a bright smile on my face.
eight. eight dogs at the bottom of the earth. strong, sleek and loyal. now i can go there, if i’m lucky. it was my dream, and to some extent it still is. a beautiful, white wasteland, underneath the bright blue sky and the cold waters.
below the mountains, way below. there is something that wants to get out. and all the pictures are of scenes that never were. and all the tables have finally been turned. and that is just the way it is. no turning back now. i don’t know what possessed me to bother to trust you. because below is where the heart was, and i am trying to get it back here, up above the ground.
The temperature outside is fucking freezing, and though I’m indoors, goosebumps form. I shiver. Probably not the best idea to wear a short sleeved shirt. Normally I love the winter, but the lack of snow has put me in winter blues. Funny, huh? Generally “winter blues” are had by people because of the presence of winter. I have it because of the lack of.
Standing below a plane as it flies above you is a simple pleasure. But tell that to my heart as it aches to burst out of my chest and soar with the plane. Tell that to my feet that itch to run below until the air catches me and I’m powering through the sky…
below the skies is a person who doesn’t understand
hierarchies
and what comes above and what below
you
i’m below you
falling for you
wishing you
would visit
down here
below you
visit me
I looked over the cliff and my stomach lurched. Below us was a beach,and as much as i love swimming and making a sand castle, falling into the ocean form over fifty feet was not so appealing to me.
And then, from deep down below the barn came a rumble, barely perceptible at first but growing until the rough hewn planks of the barn floor were rattling causing the nails to rise from the wood.
Jensen just sat there with his eyes closed, body juices flowing from the branded area on his neck.
You are below my. You are the scum on the bottom of my shoe. You are the grimiest nastiest moldiest food that not even diseased rats would touch. I stalk past you, not meeting your eyes or acknowledging your existence. After what you did, you’re lucky that’s all I did.
But whatever I think, my heart still aches.
Below the sky through the air is an aroma that follows me and intoxicates me with promises of your soul. Your scent follows me across the city and into my soul that gives me infinite joy.
below, below…what can i say? I’d say i’ve always been below something that’s considered excellent. I’m never above that. but that’s okay. if i’d been above, i wouldn’t have led this life.
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. I felt no fear, no pressure – noticed nothing, but the darkness was there waiting for me, watching. watching from below.
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. i didn’t feel any danger or sense and presence, but the darkness was lurking and waiting and watching. watching from below.
I am not below you. I will rise above. You stoop so low, claiming you don’t want to act to quickly. Carefully conceived plans, notions, just go with it.
Act on what you want. Do what you want to do.
Below my feet the ice crackled tentatively. I took my steps carefully. Elizabeth was bounding across the ice completely oblivious of the possible danger. She was laughing, looking back at me, waving me forward. I admired her bravery, knowing I would never be as carefree as her.
As I looked up at him, I realized how much he meant to me.
He was below me and I could see the yellow grime on his teeth as he leered up at me. My hands rested on the wet pavement and the rain continued to pour down on both of us. I felt my eyes widen and I scrambled up, pulling my skirt down as I picked up the contents of my dumped out purse.
one below me
never above me
i can’t let you hover over me
these demons that hang
underneath me
throwing me under
my standard
my worth
my definition of attaining my dreams
i stay far from below
to get me elevated above
so you can see
that my value of an individual is
not below, but above you
They yelled. They screamed. I didn’t care. All I wanted was adventure. Something more. somewhere new. With everyone below the influence and a whole night to explore, nothing was stopping us.
Below the azure sky we wait.
We lay on verdant hills as we stare off into space.
We fill our imaginations with voices of a distant past.
Far below these clouds we dream.
Below my feet, the cement was unstable and my heart was weakening with each passing breath. I wanted to jump, I could feel my heart pulling me towards the ground below. This was it, my end…
He laid below him. His little love. Panting and squirming and writhing in pleasure. He was so very gorgeous like this. All splayed out for Jared to touch. To tease and taste.
below the belt.
below your eyes.
bellow below.
be low.
be lonely low.
theres something just below the surface in every person that never is revealed until a moment comes when it cannot stay hidden any longer
The hell below is is warm, but still I can feel cold in here. Oh I forgot, its the UK. Cold, very cold. I would like to go below. Below the surface. Not known to anyone.
below you you find me. you are about two steps better than me. you always have and always will be the best one of us. but that’s ok. you can’t expect much from me than.
above the belly of a whale
a boy got caught up in the sail.
it was his time; he didn’t know,
and fell to davy jones below.
Below the stairs there are more stairs. Below the floor there is another floor. Below or above, inside or outside right or wrong we all belong together.
He poked his head under the desk. Surely something was lying just below the surface. He hated when things did that, but there was no curing it. Jake sighed, pulling his head out.
“What are you doing?” asked Hayley. Jake gritted his teeth. He really hated to talk to her.
“Looking for something,” he muttered.
“Well, I have something for you,” Hayley answered, and slid him the piece of paper he had been looking for.
Above the paper plates, pizza crusts, forks and moldy cheese, but below the overdue library books and losing lottery tickets, I see the 23 socks my daughter has lost in the past 2 years. She’s not worn a matching pair since she was 9 years old. So she now has 11-1/2 more pair to wear, once I wash and disinfect them. I love teenagers.
Byla jsem v podpalubí a najednou někdo přišel. Nevěděla jsem kdo to byl a tak jsem se schovala do skříně. Nechala jsem pootevřenou malou škvírku. Viděla jsem přesně na dveře. Slyšela jsem kroky. Za několik málo sekund se dveře otevřely. V nich sp
I hate whats below the belt. It makes me cry every time I see it and think about it. My mommy never stops touching me below the belt. She always says to never put on my belt too tight, that was if she ever needs acces to my area below the belt, she can do so with ease.
you lie below the threshold of my waking mind.
you are not there
in my line of vision
but i can feel your fingers
underneath my skin
where they never were.
your presence drives me wild.
you boil my blood.
i reach out to touch you
but i am grasping air.
i’m below what i used to be i used to be a happy child carefree didn’t have a care in the world but that what the world does it takes all your hopes and dreams away and makes you insecure you don’t think you can ever be yourself again you feel like no one cares what happened to all the happiness and imagination in the world
Below is a mysterious depth that is waiting to be explored. A deep wide chasm of uncertainty, a place I have never been. It could hold creature with sharp teeth and a taste for flesh or a paradise with everything I could I want. The only way to know is to spread my arms and swan dive down into the dark, a bright smile on my face.
below stairs suggests a working environment. Under /less/not top/
suggests somewhere dark and possibly dangerous.
underneath/ roots/ soil/
eight. eight dogs at the bottom of the earth. strong, sleek and loyal. now i can go there, if i’m lucky. it was my dream, and to some extent it still is. a beautiful, white wasteland, underneath the bright blue sky and the cold waters.
below the mountains, way below. there is something that wants to get out. and all the pictures are of scenes that never were. and all the tables have finally been turned. and that is just the way it is. no turning back now. i don’t know what possessed me to bother to trust you. because below is where the heart was, and i am trying to get it back here, up above the ground.
The temperature outside is fucking freezing, and though I’m indoors, goosebumps form. I shiver. Probably not the best idea to wear a short sleeved shirt. Normally I love the winter, but the lack of snow has put me in winter blues. Funny, huh? Generally “winter blues” are had by people because of the presence of winter. I have it because of the lack of.
Standing below a plane as it flies above you is a simple pleasure. But tell that to my heart as it aches to burst out of my chest and soar with the plane. Tell that to my feet that itch to run below until the air catches me and I’m powering through the sky…
below the skies is a person who doesn’t understand
hierarchies
and what comes above and what below
you
i’m below you
falling for you
wishing you
would visit
down here
below you
visit me
I looked over the cliff and my stomach lurched. Below us was a beach,and as much as i love swimming and making a sand castle, falling into the ocean form over fifty feet was not so appealing to me.
And then, from deep down below the barn came a rumble, barely perceptible at first but growing until the rough hewn planks of the barn floor were rattling causing the nails to rise from the wood.
Jensen just sat there with his eyes closed, body juices flowing from the branded area on his neck.
the love below
You are below my. You are the scum on the bottom of my shoe. You are the grimiest nastiest moldiest food that not even diseased rats would touch. I stalk past you, not meeting your eyes or acknowledging your existence. After what you did, you’re lucky that’s all I did.
But whatever I think, my heart still aches.
Down below, where the grass is greener and wetter, and things don’t matter as much.
Below the sky through the air is an aroma that follows me and intoxicates me with promises of your soul. Your scent follows me across the city and into my soul that gives me infinite joy.
night’s canopy above us
below we shiver and
stand in awe
of her brightly jeweled
expanse
beaming from above
below,- this listless world
dreams for one more hour of night
below, below…what can i say? I’d say i’ve always been below something that’s considered excellent. I’m never above that. but that’s okay. if i’d been above, i wouldn’t have led this life.
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. I felt no fear, no pressure – noticed nothing, but the darkness was there waiting for me, watching. watching from below.
Below the illusions of sweet forever, there is nothing but remorse and a longing to be free.
I sat on the edge of the pier, my legs swinging carelessly above the below. i didn’t feel any danger or sense and presence, but the darkness was lurking and waiting and watching. watching from below.
I am not below you. I will rise above. You stoop so low, claiming you don’t want to act to quickly. Carefully conceived plans, notions, just go with it.
Act on what you want. Do what you want to do.
Hanging off of a cliff with one hand.
Imagining the fall.
Daring to lose my grip and give in to the great
descent.