My vacation bubble was burst with the phone call of my stepson saying my step daughter was in the hospital. Something horrible always happens when she goes to her mom’s. She gets sicks, she takes drugs, she turns negative. She is not happy.
Macie gave up. I through herself against the wall, petite brown fists hitting the wall with a force she had never known. Tears spilled down her face. Her emotions for him had finally burst. And now, chaos must insue.
The balloon burst and everyone was covered in the water. They were all soaking wet and pointing fingers accusing each other of popping it. She knew it was him but she didn’t make eye contact with him.
the ballon burst pretty ballonn. it was as if it was telling me that i should burst into a hearty laughter. Or maybe it tells me that my life should be bursting at the seams with happiness.
What does this remind me of? Why would this be of any connection to my life? Cloudburst, a song I learned in high school, my embarrassed face entailing laughter. Many things can be fullfilled by this word if one were to just reflect.
Sunshine bursting through the trees in golden splashes on he ground. Flowers in the spring bursting with color. Watermelon in the summer bursting with flavor and ripeness. bursting with energy a as I run down the hall.
don’t burst my bubble or rain on my parade. this is a world of cliches and we’re all just enablers. we let things happen to us when we really do have the power to stop it. nature versus nurture. both are equally important. free will is real to an extent. you can’t blame everything on divine intervention. god has no plan for you, you’re not that important.
she burst onto the scene with such an amazing voice that the record companies were falling over each other to get her to sign with them, they didn’t know however that she was a he.
Burst, like a ballon, like a heart beating at the look of “the one.”
Burst, the way I feel when I have no other words to express how I feel, when I am shakey and jumpey and I could maybe cry.
Burst, the way you make me feel, all the time…in bed, on the phone, or when we lay on the couch sipping the coffee.
at the seams like it was a balloon. But balloon don’t have seems. Or do they? She was so confused. Flustered. She wanted to slam something against the wall. Against him. Oh he deserved every bit of her hatred, but she couldn’t find any good way of expressing it.
Bursting with joy…I wish. It doesn’t happen much…If not that then bursting like…fat…I guess the first connotation it has in my head would be the first one…Bursting with happiness…yeah I like that
a burst of speed flaring, unstoppable, never ending. This is the burst that gets your adrenaline pulsing. This is the stuff dreams are made off. This is what makes us survive in a world of pure analyzing. Burst and Feel everything around you. Feel
Burst. It is quite a disgusting word in my opinion, mostly from misuses in terrible harlequin romances I have seen over the years. No one wants to hear about the heroin “bursting” during an already
I burst out laughing at the randomness of this site. Bursting at the seams with laughter and joy at the mind numbing effects. Burst. What a funny word. I think I may burst if I do not finish this soon.
The balloon was filled with water, before it burst. Then, all of the water hit the girl, and she burst into tears. She was not expecting the burst of water to be so cold. It was a very sad situation. Everyone should be careful of water balloons. If they are not handelled carefully, they can burst and get you very wet.
bursting from a cow, Billy the Kid, or was it Mickey the Kid, commented, hey, I’m not bursting from a cow, the calf is. He forgot to include quote marks. He was always like that. The cow, however, “always remembered her quotes.” Unfortunately, there was bursting, and she died, taking her quotes with her. There’s a moral here, but nothing anybody but a quip-quoting quoted cow would care about.
I was walking one day and I came across a man. He was screaming and screaming, all of a sudden, his appendix burst and he was screaming like a crazy man. I rushed him to the hospital and they told me what had happened, I never want my appendix to burst.
a bubble bursts my reflection.
rainbow glow and glisten, melting in the air, working its way slowly, slowly to the ground.
there is no memory of you
unless you are the soapy residue
that tickles me between my toes.
An evocation, an outward offense of colors and light, burning deep gouges in the air. The smell of incendiaries and smoke. Neon colors in the air and frozen light hang within space.
i want a star burst, they have all different flavors of those. My favorite one is the pink one and i really hate when people eat all those and just leave the yellow and orange ones, those are nasty.
i have no idea what this word means but i hope someday i can expreience his siginficance so i could later on use it and write about cause this idea looks pretty cool but i cant do it because of the word
I burst through the door, bursting balloons in the process. It was a surprise birthday party for me, and I was just bursting with happiness! How thoughtful are my friends? I am so thankful for them. It’s neat, seeing a ballon burst. One second it’s there, the next it’s not. What an amazing site.
if i keep thinking about him my heart is going to burst..burst with the pain of three years gone and wasted waiting for him to want to be with me, to love me for me and not to want me for physical means only…will it ever happen?
My vacation bubble was burst with the phone call of my stepson saying my step daughter was in the hospital. Something horrible always happens when she goes to her mom’s. She gets sicks, she takes drugs, she turns negative. She is not happy.
Macie gave up. I through herself against the wall, petite brown fists hitting the wall with a force she had never known. Tears spilled down her face. Her emotions for him had finally burst. And now, chaos must insue.
balloon
bubble
fireworks
flame
hurt
The tree won’t fit in the rainbow, try tightening the hair.
Outbursts…. Verbal outburts attract attention to myself in class.
After a conversation has continued long enough on a one-way circular track, I feel like I’ll burst, and I just burst out the solution.
The balloon burst and everyone was covered in the water. They were all soaking wet and pointing fingers accusing each other of popping it. She knew it was him but she didn’t make eye contact with him.
the ballon burst pretty ballonn. it was as if it was telling me that i should burst into a hearty laughter. Or maybe it tells me that my life should be bursting at the seams with happiness.
What does this remind me of? Why would this be of any connection to my life? Cloudburst, a song I learned in high school, my embarrassed face entailing laughter. Many things can be fullfilled by this word if one were to just reflect.
Sunshine bursting through the trees in golden splashes on he ground. Flowers in the spring bursting with color. Watermelon in the summer bursting with flavor and ripeness. bursting with energy a as I run down the hall.
don’t burst my bubble or rain on my parade. this is a world of cliches and we’re all just enablers. we let things happen to us when we really do have the power to stop it. nature versus nurture. both are equally important. free will is real to an extent. you can’t blame everything on divine intervention. god has no plan for you, you’re not that important.
she burst onto the scene with such an amazing voice that the record companies were falling over each other to get her to sign with them, they didn’t know however that she was a he.
Burst, like a ballon, like a heart beating at the look of “the one.”
Burst, the way I feel when I have no other words to express how I feel, when I am shakey and jumpey and I could maybe cry.
Burst, the way you make me feel, all the time…in bed, on the phone, or when we lay on the couch sipping the coffee.
i burst through the open doors
at the seams like it was a balloon. But balloon don’t have seems. Or do they? She was so confused. Flustered. She wanted to slam something against the wall. Against him. Oh he deserved every bit of her hatred, but she couldn’t find any good way of expressing it.
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Bursting with joy…I wish. It doesn’t happen much…If not that then bursting like…fat…I guess the first connotation it has in my head would be the first one…Bursting with happiness…yeah I like that
It came out in a burst. The accumulation of a thousand small things stretched my mind until it all came out, projectile style.
a burst of speed flaring, unstoppable, never ending. This is the burst that gets your adrenaline pulsing. This is the stuff dreams are made off. This is what makes us survive in a world of pure analyzing. Burst and Feel everything around you. Feel
Burst
The pop of my mind.
My sanity has left me.
Not that that is too different from normal.
And the last of it is gone.
Burst. It is quite a disgusting word in my opinion, mostly from misuses in terrible harlequin romances I have seen over the years. No one wants to hear about the heroin “bursting” during an already
pulling chords from the under belly
red orange yellow
green blue
indigo
violet
open in the wide sunliiiight
crack DAWN and begin your sunnn flight
begin your journey into mayhem
dun DUN
begin your journey into
.
dun dun
DUNNN
dun dun
DUNNNN
…
she was chewing hubba bubba. She blew the biggest bubble she’s ever seen. It burst all over her face. She had gum on her nose.
I burst out laughing at the randomness of this site. Bursting at the seams with laughter and joy at the mind numbing effects. Burst. What a funny word. I think I may burst if I do not finish this soon.
I nurst into tears when I thought of my mother’ inal days and then her funeral, all of which I attended to in miasma of a migraine.
The balloon was filled with water, before it burst. Then, all of the water hit the girl, and she burst into tears. She was not expecting the burst of water to be so cold. It was a very sad situation. Everyone should be careful of water balloons. If they are not handelled carefully, they can burst and get you very wet.
Burst my bubble. bubblegum tastes of whale blubber. oo ohh burst my bubble :) oooooooo i’m gonnna burstttttt!! help me help me. burst – pop s
Yes…?
it comes with urgency and like wilde fire. it is a fresh splash that you can not get away from. it is the skin of a fresh juicy pear.
balloons burst and it scares me
bursting from a cow, Billy the Kid, or was it Mickey the Kid, commented, hey, I’m not bursting from a cow, the calf is. He forgot to include quote marks. He was always like that. The cow, however, “always remembered her quotes.” Unfortunately, there was bursting, and she died, taking her quotes with her. There’s a moral here, but nothing anybody but a quip-quoting quoted cow would care about.
I was walking one day and I came across a man. He was screaming and screaming, all of a sudden, his appendix burst and he was screaming like a crazy man. I rushed him to the hospital and they told me what had happened, I never want my appendix to burst.
a bubble bursts my reflection.
rainbow glow and glisten, melting in the air, working its way slowly, slowly to the ground.
there is no memory of you
unless you are the soapy residue
that tickles me between my toes.
An evocation, an outward offense of colors and light, burning deep gouges in the air. The smell of incendiaries and smoke. Neon colors in the air and frozen light hang within space.
i want a star burst, they have all different flavors of those. My favorite one is the pink one and i really hate when people eat all those and just leave the yellow and orange ones, those are nasty.
i have no idea what this word means but i hope someday i can expreience his siginficance so i could later on use it and write about cause this idea looks pretty cool but i cant do it because of the word
I burst through the door, bursting balloons in the process. It was a surprise birthday party for me, and I was just bursting with happiness! How thoughtful are my friends? I am so thankful for them. It’s neat, seeing a ballon burst. One second it’s there, the next it’s not. What an amazing site.
comes out quick.. explodes… like soda when you shake it too hard… or a burst of favor when you taste something salty of sweet.
Burst
if i keep thinking about him my heart is going to burst..burst with the pain of three years gone and wasted waiting for him to want to be with me, to love me for me and not to want me for physical means only…will it ever happen?