Once bitten, twice shy. Never really got that saying.
I envision it meaning something like “fool me once, shame on you…fool me twice, shame on me” or whatever. Now THAT I can identify with, especially with women. I’ve gone back to ex’s or had them come back to me more times than I’d like to share on a website such as this.
Now that it is spring and I see the buds blossoming, my enjoyment is lessened by the impending feast that the bugs will enjoy as I spend lazy spring evenings on the deck. I hate getting bitten!
i was truly smitten and bitten by the bug that had captured my heart. Was it love? something like it I guess as people are always talking about falling in with it! Yes the way he gazed in my dircection I can truly say I was bitten! I loved the idea of someone feeling the gaze that he sent me. How much more love can u feel?
i never would of thought, that you! of all people would try to bite me. OUCH. it hurt. who are you? i have just been bitten and i you’re standing there in blood smiling. go away. don’t look at me. my scar and I are off to be. to be far away from you. mr. bitten.
My creative fairy has bitten off more than she can chew, metaphorically speaking. She was always a vicious twit when it came to motivating me to move. Poke, prod, drag along, it’s as though she brandishes a net and trident. But I’ve always been good at self-sabotage. Hit the snooze button, stretch, nod off again. Repeat. Or use the creativity against her. Although it can’t last forever and then it’s off to the shower to start the day.
Nestled in sheets
How I don’t want to move yet
The sun can bite me
– It’s pretty bad when you write a haiku just to have an extra excuse not to move out of the comfy, warm, and ever-so-snuggly bed. I just need one more minute.
The time was short the fellowship was over, the complication started and the beginning of the end was near. Young students of the craft had a new craft, that would involve a lot more than they were bargaining for in life.
its a snake, its a dog, it takes a part of you, it holds you, it rips you, its gentle, its playful, its violence, its rape, we need to to sustain us, we need to bite to be able to be able to swallow.
The dog was bitten by an cat. The cat was orange and fluffy. The cat was a mother and was trying to protect her children from her enemy, the dog. The dog was curious about the new little kittens and had sniffed a little to much for the mother cat’s liking. She reacted by biting the dog.
I was bitten, changed. Blood rust raged in my body and I resisted the urge to sink my teeth into Calvin’s neck. He sat beside me, oblivious to my mental battles. Turning he smiled at me. “Come on,” he said, “lets go get something to eat.” I laughed shakily and nodded. If only he knew how hungry I was…
I’ve been bitten by a Swedish car, a Saab convertible. I’d never have imagined the bite would be so acute, so long-lasting. How is it different? The car has teeth. S
‘I will hurt you. Don’t come any closer to me.’ he spoke lowly, with a hint of husk in his voice.
She came closer.
‘Don’t. I promise I don’t know what I will do.’
Her face tilted against his, angled light spilling off her velvet eyelashes as her full lips embraced him like pink-flowered lilac.
He bristled like a thorn, but did no harm.
Bitten by a pesky desire to converse, which niggled passed deadlines and schedules, she found herself up late once more. These days it was almost impossible to willingly stop talking to him.
tripped into the wild and lost myself in the dark. warm and wet don’t cut it. they aren’t enough, they aren’t good enough. i tripped into the dark and fell. fell apart. fell up. fell into life. I tripped into the wild and was lost.
The dog had bitten me on the knee, it really hurt and i was not sure how to sort it. My knee was in pain but i had to get myself to an emergency room. The blood poured down my leg and dripped onto the carpet. I had to make sure that i didn’t get anymore blood on the carpet, so i ran through the house and grabbed the nearest phone. I picked up and slammed my fingers down on the numbers and called for an ambulance.
Bitten, like the red of her bottom lip. Bitten, like the curling of the flesh of the peach fresh with marks from her teeth. Bitten like the sharp tang of sour when she comes home too late to make excuses. Bitten, the grooves left in my shoulder.
Have i been bitten with this damn sickness of love-hopelessness.
I was blessed once to experience somethng so beautiful, but simultaneously something so dark. And now, when I watch things like titanic i’m stuck in a stupor of not knowing or believing in true love.
It was many nights ago that he was there laying with me… The impression his teeth left on my shoulder, should be considered a mark of possession. I can still feel where he clenched my skin between his lips, bit me with his strength. A fire burned through my loins at just this thought.
I have been bitten in my lifetime by many things. The most unpleasant I believe was on my thumb by a very scared, beligerant cat who was in pain. Love bite, no, scared bite yes.
i was bit.allso bitten, why even care. We all die. I looove chockolate.. what about some kakao? Yeah that woukld be some serious shit right noow…. I looove kakaoo.. Wanna have fun? We can do something fancy……
teeth, sharp, scars, and marks. What we wonder if dogs will do if we get too close, what makes us itch in the summer when those pesky mosquitoes get on us.
Darf ich Sie bitten, einzutreten, meine Dame? Heute haben wir ein ganz besonderes Angebot: Gebratene Ente mit Rosskastaniensoße und Rosmarinkartoffeln. Dazu ein Gläschen bestes Leitungswasser und zum Nachtisch ein Tellerchen voller Glück. Oder Schokolade, ganz wie Sie wünschen.
Love is a little bit like rabies. Once you’re bitten, you start to fall apart. It makes you hysterical, primitive. It’s a disease that never goes away, and has no cure. However, if approached correctly, certain steps can be taken to make this disease more bearable; namely, being around the person you love, but only under the specific circumstances that that other person has been bitten by the same love, evolving from the same root, and thus, being comforted in your presence as you are in theirs.
Bitten by a shark! I lost my arm! Well, at least I’m right hande-oh no! An alligator! What are the odds?! It bit my right arm off! Good thing I’m a runner. I don’t know what I would do without legs. Optimism is great.
I was five years old when I bit her. I can’t even remember why but the end result had meant the end of a dog chain in the front yard, for all my friends to see. I was humiliated, of course.
Only thing coming to mind is that old idiom, “Once bitten, twice shy.” Which is so cliche, it’s probably in a terrible hair band song. Actually, I’m like 90% convinced that exact phrasing has to have been screeched to the tune of overwrought rock chords before – in arenas or in cars parked by levees or in trailers where the people own black lacquer furniture and water beds.
Anyway, I’m sure a lot of people give up on goals when confronted with adversity once, much less sticking around for the twice part. Although adversity is one of those things that likes to deliver a lot of bites. It’s like a shark and you have to poke it’s eyes out or punch it in the gills if you ever hope to swim away. With sharks in the picture, I could see how getting in the water might make someone hesitate. But then I’m sure there are those who are like, “Well I got away once, I’m sure I could do it again.”
She took a step forward, her lip slowly bitten in hesitation. She hadn’t seen a man such as this before, and she certainly couldn’t find a thought in her head about what to actually do with one such as he. All she could do was step gently nearer to him.
I was bitten by a rattlesnake? Charlie bit me. BITE ME!!!!
I put my apple down and i came back and it had been bitten!!!!:/
I WAS BITTEN BY A VAMPIRE,OWWY!!!!!!!!! bitten,a past tense word for bite.
Bitten… Oh my gosh u got bitten by a dog!!!! Bitten has the same meaning of bite but bitten means the past tence of bite….
I’ve been bitten. . . . name the movie. (twilight, duh)
i was bitten by a spider now i’m spider man
i was bitten by a cat and nearly died
I once got bitten. it was be my little cousin. It hurt ALOT! She bit me on my cheek… I used a popsicle as my ice. Good times…. Good times….
I’ve already been bitten by a bee. It was awful! The bug got me right on my neck! How painful!
Once bitten, twice shy. Never really got that saying.
I envision it meaning something like “fool me once, shame on you…fool me twice, shame on me” or whatever. Now THAT I can identify with, especially with women. I’ve gone back to ex’s or had them come back to me more times than I’d like to share on a website such as this.
It’s some shameful shit.
Now that it is spring and I see the buds blossoming, my enjoyment is lessened by the impending feast that the bugs will enjoy as I spend lazy spring evenings on the deck. I hate getting bitten!
i was truly smitten and bitten by the bug that had captured my heart. Was it love? something like it I guess as people are always talking about falling in with it! Yes the way he gazed in my dircection I can truly say I was bitten! I loved the idea of someone feeling the gaze that he sent me. How much more love can u feel?
i never would of thought, that you! of all people would try to bite me. OUCH. it hurt. who are you? i have just been bitten and i you’re standing there in blood smiling. go away. don’t look at me. my scar and I are off to be. to be far away from you. mr. bitten.
My creative fairy has bitten off more than she can chew, metaphorically speaking. She was always a vicious twit when it came to motivating me to move. Poke, prod, drag along, it’s as though she brandishes a net and trident. But I’ve always been good at self-sabotage. Hit the snooze button, stretch, nod off again. Repeat. Or use the creativity against her. Although it can’t last forever and then it’s off to the shower to start the day.
– maybe I needed just two more minutes.
bitten by your knives
smitten by your claws
eaten by the strength of your jaws
my life is your life
set me free.
Nestled in sheets
How I don’t want to move yet
The sun can bite me
– It’s pretty bad when you write a haiku just to have an extra excuse not to move out of the comfy, warm, and ever-so-snuggly bed. I just need one more minute.
The time was short the fellowship was over, the complication started and the beginning of the end was near. Young students of the craft had a new craft, that would involve a lot more than they were bargaining for in life.
its a snake, its a dog, it takes a part of you, it holds you, it rips you, its gentle, its playful, its violence, its rape, we need to to sustain us, we need to bite to be able to be able to swallow.
The dog was bitten by an cat. The cat was orange and fluffy. The cat was a mother and was trying to protect her children from her enemy, the dog. The dog was curious about the new little kittens and had sniffed a little to much for the mother cat’s liking. She reacted by biting the dog.
my rabbit often bit me, or anyone. her teeth so strong, she often ripped our clothes. but i loved her, while others who had been bitten didn’t.
Frost Bitten. Kitchen Cookin’. Laundry Doing. Schemes a brewin’. Without a clue in.
I was bitten, changed. Blood rust raged in my body and I resisted the urge to sink my teeth into Calvin’s neck. He sat beside me, oblivious to my mental battles. Turning he smiled at me. “Come on,” he said, “lets go get something to eat.” I laughed shakily and nodded. If only he knew how hungry I was…
I’ve been bitten by a Swedish car, a Saab convertible. I’d never have imagined the bite would be so acute, so long-lasting. How is it different? The car has teeth. S
‘I will hurt you. Don’t come any closer to me.’ he spoke lowly, with a hint of husk in his voice.
She came closer.
‘Don’t. I promise I don’t know what I will do.’
Her face tilted against his, angled light spilling off her velvet eyelashes as her full lips embraced him like pink-flowered lilac.
He bristled like a thorn, but did no harm.
today. it was today.
Bitten by a pesky desire to converse, which niggled passed deadlines and schedules, she found herself up late once more. These days it was almost impossible to willingly stop talking to him.
tripped into the wild and lost myself in the dark. warm and wet don’t cut it. they aren’t enough, they aren’t good enough. i tripped into the dark and fell. fell apart. fell up. fell into life. I tripped into the wild and was lost.
The dog had bitten me on the knee, it really hurt and i was not sure how to sort it. My knee was in pain but i had to get myself to an emergency room. The blood poured down my leg and dripped onto the carpet. I had to make sure that i didn’t get anymore blood on the carpet, so i ran through the house and grabbed the nearest phone. I picked up and slammed my fingers down on the numbers and called for an ambulance.
Bitten, like the red of her bottom lip. Bitten, like the curling of the flesh of the peach fresh with marks from her teeth. Bitten like the sharp tang of sour when she comes home too late to make excuses. Bitten, the grooves left in my shoulder.
Have i been bitten with this damn sickness of love-hopelessness.
I was blessed once to experience somethng so beautiful, but simultaneously something so dark. And now, when I watch things like titanic i’m stuck in a stupor of not knowing or believing in true love.
It was many nights ago that he was there laying with me… The impression his teeth left on my shoulder, should be considered a mark of possession. I can still feel where he clenched my skin between his lips, bit me with his strength. A fire burned through my loins at just this thought.
I have been bitten in my lifetime by many things. The most unpleasant I believe was on my thumb by a very scared, beligerant cat who was in pain. Love bite, no, scared bite yes.
i was bit.allso bitten, why even care. We all die. I looove chockolate.. what about some kakao? Yeah that woukld be some serious shit right noow…. I looove kakaoo.. Wanna have fun? We can do something fancy……
the doctor asks, “any feelings of depression?”
mouth- “no”, mind- blank.
the doctor asks, “any thoughts of self harm?”
mouth- “no”, mind- “daily.”
my lip was bitten so tight, is bitten so tight, yet my calls continue to echo.
teeth, sharp, scars, and marks. What we wonder if dogs will do if we get too close, what makes us itch in the summer when those pesky mosquitoes get on us.
Darf ich Sie bitten, einzutreten, meine Dame? Heute haben wir ein ganz besonderes Angebot: Gebratene Ente mit Rosskastaniensoße und Rosmarinkartoffeln. Dazu ein Gläschen bestes Leitungswasser und zum Nachtisch ein Tellerchen voller Glück. Oder Schokolade, ganz wie Sie wünschen.
Love is a little bit like rabies. Once you’re bitten, you start to fall apart. It makes you hysterical, primitive. It’s a disease that never goes away, and has no cure. However, if approached correctly, certain steps can be taken to make this disease more bearable; namely, being around the person you love, but only under the specific circumstances that that other person has been bitten by the same love, evolving from the same root, and thus, being comforted in your presence as you are in theirs.
Bitten by a shark! I lost my arm! Well, at least I’m right hande-oh no! An alligator! What are the odds?! It bit my right arm off! Good thing I’m a runner. I don’t know what I would do without legs. Optimism is great.
I was five years old when I bit her. I can’t even remember why but the end result had meant the end of a dog chain in the front yard, for all my friends to see. I was humiliated, of course.
Only thing coming to mind is that old idiom, “Once bitten, twice shy.” Which is so cliche, it’s probably in a terrible hair band song. Actually, I’m like 90% convinced that exact phrasing has to have been screeched to the tune of overwrought rock chords before – in arenas or in cars parked by levees or in trailers where the people own black lacquer furniture and water beds.
Anyway, I’m sure a lot of people give up on goals when confronted with adversity once, much less sticking around for the twice part. Although adversity is one of those things that likes to deliver a lot of bites. It’s like a shark and you have to poke it’s eyes out or punch it in the gills if you ever hope to swim away. With sharks in the picture, I could see how getting in the water might make someone hesitate. But then I’m sure there are those who are like, “Well I got away once, I’m sure I could do it again.”
She took a step forward, her lip slowly bitten in hesitation. She hadn’t seen a man such as this before, and she certainly couldn’t find a thought in her head about what to actually do with one such as he. All she could do was step gently nearer to him.