As i sit here pondering over the reasons why I even decided to participate in this I realize many things are driven by curiosity even our power to live.
I buried you in my back yard
with the fish that died when i was six
and scruffy, he died when i was four
I buried you in the back yard
with all my other dreams
and that one poem I wrote for you
And my favorite shoes
goodnight
The day they buried his father was a sunny day, he remembered, they all crowded into the grave-yard. The minister, his mother, his sister, her son and his wife all along the outside, and then the masses of wider family, co workers and friends. All filed in to see the man who was once great put into the ground.
Part of it was what they all thought it was; it was too final, too concrete. It would make real this nightmare he’d been slogging through. But there was another part of it, a part that (he thought at least) was less grief-induced and much more sane.
He was a phoenix, God damn it. Maybe he just needed someone to jump start his flame this time around.
There are things in our past that we try very hard to put away, somewhere deep where we hope that we will never again have to bear witness to them. But these things do not sleep so easily, and in the end our waking nightmares will always be mere reflections of the inner turmoil that we desperately wish had never come back.
Bury the feelings, bury the wants – he tells me. Bury them all, so you can be fresh and new. But there is no such thing as fresh and new when I’ve been alive for 20 years already. I am not fresh and I am not new. I can’t bury them, because then I am lying, all I can do is change my relationship with them. And that’s what will be done.
What is your favorite word would it really be bury no I would hope not.
That would make me think you are a scary person, But anyways my favorite word is zebra not bury, The other day my friend buried her dog, Last year I buried my dog it is just a sad word to say. So bury should be no ones favorite word they should not like it at all when that word comes to the point when you have to bury your dog,cat,bird,horse,hamster, any kind of animal in less it is a turtle :). That word is not nice.
i bury into your arms. where no one can hurt me. or so i hope. it is hard to trust when you’ve come to a point like this. i want to bury the past too. but i cant let myself
When I die, I want people to bury my body farther north near a beach, or in the mountains. Somewhere peaceful where there’s not a lot of people. That’s where I like it best.
My friend and I had to bury her cat. Her cat had a nice life while it lasted.
Burying people is not a nice thing to do but sometimes you have to do it.
If I were to choose to bury someone or something or not I would not do it.
It is just too sad. Just think about it would you try to bury someone or something that you loved. It is different when it comes to a turtle or something though.:)
Bury makes mw think of death. Who are we burrying. What are we burrying. Why? What happened? was it a tragedy? Who is affected by the burrial? Is there a family? Children? Others?
She was buried beneath the dirt, clawing and screaming as it filled every pore in her body, entered her nostrils and mouths and eyes and ears, and she was drowning, drowning, in the earth, where once she thought she could only drown in water, and the earth swallowed her, choked on her as she struggled to reach the surface, and the air was being forced out, and soon, it was gone, the only pounding sounds not that of her heartbeat, but that of the truck as it thundered away, leaving the earth drowned corpse buried beneath the surface.
I bury a body in the ground. It is no longer alive. Lifeliess and limp. I tremble with the memory of it lying in my cold hands. The air is stagnant. Stale. It reminds me that I am nothing.
She did all she could to bury herself in homework; reading, taking notes, writing summaries, but still she struggled to block out the positive test. She was indeed pregnant and would soon find herself buried in baby, and diapers, and feeding, and building a family.
I’ve never buried anyone because I’ve never known anyone that’s died. Well, except one boy in middle school in my lit class. He committed suicide. It was really strange, the day before he died he read a poem to the class called El Dorado by Edgar Allen Poe. It haunts me all the time.
It wasn’t cold, which she was glad for but he’d have laughed at. It also wasn’t rainy. It was a gorgeous sunny spring day and they were putting him in the ground and he’d have hated it. It wasn’t right. She could picture him now, hands on hips, squinting up at the cloudless sky and then shaking his head. ‘No, not at all. A few clouds here, and how about some rain, and that would be perfect.’ She smiled. ‘Last laugh’s on you, dear.’
She didn’t want to bury her baby. It was just a bitter thought, burying something that hadn’t even begun. It was the end of a life, that had yet to live. She bent down, kissed her child’s forehead one last time, and they lowered the little casket into the ground. The mother bent down, and dropped the first clod of dirt.
“Good Bye.”
I tried to bury my hurt feelings but they kept bubbling to the surface. I need to deal with them in a healthy way. Good topic for therapy this week! I will deal with her by going around her this time but in the future….
Teardrops buried in the ocean, left behind along with the heart breaking relationships that have never worked. Washed away with all the feelings that once invaded the shore of her soul.
Very sorry to say that I buried the berries before I knew that you needed to eat. You played while I stayed to find some food, but we’re stuck, so as you played and I stayed I decided to save the portion I picked from the prickly bush.
As i sit here pondering over the reasons why I even decided to participate in this I realize many things are driven by curiosity even our power to live.
I buried you in my back yard
with the fish that died when i was six
and scruffy, he died when i was four
I buried you in the back yard
with all my other dreams
and that one poem I wrote for you
And my favorite shoes
goodnight
The day they buried his father was a sunny day, he remembered, they all crowded into the grave-yard. The minister, his mother, his sister, her son and his wife all along the outside, and then the masses of wider family, co workers and friends. All filed in to see the man who was once great put into the ground.
He did not want them to bury his best friend.
Part of it was what they all thought it was; it was too final, too concrete. It would make real this nightmare he’d been slogging through. But there was another part of it, a part that (he thought at least) was less grief-induced and much more sane.
He was a phoenix, God damn it. Maybe he just needed someone to jump start his flame this time around.
hello, how is it going? I know few things about bury. Just basic ones. Such as that my grandfather was buried when he died.
There are things in our past that we try very hard to put away, somewhere deep where we hope that we will never again have to bear witness to them. But these things do not sleep so easily, and in the end our waking nightmares will always be mere reflections of the inner turmoil that we desperately wish had never come back.
bury your body, bury your head. There is nothing left to bury. everything is gone, trapped in the labyrinth.
Bury the feelings, bury the wants – he tells me. Bury them all, so you can be fresh and new. But there is no such thing as fresh and new when I’ve been alive for 20 years already. I am not fresh and I am not new. I can’t bury them, because then I am lying, all I can do is change my relationship with them. And that’s what will be done.
If you bury some thing you dig a hole in your yard
bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury bury
bury is burying a person or animal that have died.
What is your favorite word would it really be bury no I would hope not.
That would make me think you are a scary person, But anyways my favorite word is zebra not bury, The other day my friend buried her dog, Last year I buried my dog it is just a sad word to say. So bury should be no ones favorite word they should not like it at all when that word comes to the point when you have to bury your dog,cat,bird,horse,hamster, any kind of animal in less it is a turtle :). That word is not nice.
i bury into your arms. where no one can hurt me. or so i hope. it is hard to trust when you’ve come to a point like this. i want to bury the past too. but i cant let myself
When I die, I want people to bury my body farther north near a beach, or in the mountains. Somewhere peaceful where there’s not a lot of people. That’s where I like it best.
My friend and I had to bury her cat. Her cat had a nice life while it lasted.
Burying people is not a nice thing to do but sometimes you have to do it.
If I were to choose to bury someone or something or not I would not do it.
It is just too sad. Just think about it would you try to bury someone or something that you loved. It is different when it comes to a turtle or something though.:)
on friday i will bury my dog. so dont let your dog go outside! bury funny word. ha ha.
I am going to bury for some reason.
The word bury is not nice.
Bury makes mw think of death. Who are we burrying. What are we burrying. Why? What happened? was it a tragedy? Who is affected by the burrial? Is there a family? Children? Others?
She was buried beneath the dirt, clawing and screaming as it filled every pore in her body, entered her nostrils and mouths and eyes and ears, and she was drowning, drowning, in the earth, where once she thought she could only drown in water, and the earth swallowed her, choked on her as she struggled to reach the surface, and the air was being forced out, and soon, it was gone, the only pounding sounds not that of her heartbeat, but that of the truck as it thundered away, leaving the earth drowned corpse buried beneath the surface.
bones graves cemetry dog digging finding skeletons in a cold dark place wind howling and leaves blowing around the ground cove
bury b
i had to bury my canary, we tried all we could to save him but he died because he was sick.
i had to bury my canary, he died because he was sick.
i had bury my canary , he was
barry
bary
berry
If we bury our heads in the sand nothing is achieved. There is little point in a conversation where we are not honest.
very coled and fresing
i bury my cat today im sad i miss him
something u do…
I bury a body in the ground. It is no longer alive. Lifeliess and limp. I tremble with the memory of it lying in my cold hands. The air is stagnant. Stale. It reminds me that I am nothing.
Bury our memories, our regrets. Bury them in time. Finding new ones with only flashes of the old. This is what makes us.
I wonder if you can bury a hole.
She did all she could to bury herself in homework; reading, taking notes, writing summaries, but still she struggled to block out the positive test. She was indeed pregnant and would soon find herself buried in baby, and diapers, and feeding, and building a family.
I’ve never buried anyone because I’ve never known anyone that’s died. Well, except one boy in middle school in my lit class. He committed suicide. It was really strange, the day before he died he read a poem to the class called El Dorado by Edgar Allen Poe. It haunts me all the time.
One: bad kerning, yo.
Two:
It wasn’t cold, which she was glad for but he’d have laughed at. It also wasn’t rainy. It was a gorgeous sunny spring day and they were putting him in the ground and he’d have hated it. It wasn’t right. She could picture him now, hands on hips, squinting up at the cloudless sky and then shaking his head. ‘No, not at all. A few clouds here, and how about some rain, and that would be perfect.’ She smiled. ‘Last laugh’s on you, dear.’
She didn’t want to bury her baby. It was just a bitter thought, burying something that hadn’t even begun. It was the end of a life, that had yet to live. She bent down, kissed her child’s forehead one last time, and they lowered the little casket into the ground. The mother bent down, and dropped the first clod of dirt.
“Good Bye.”
I tried to bury my hurt feelings but they kept bubbling to the surface. I need to deal with them in a healthy way. Good topic for therapy this week! I will deal with her by going around her this time but in the future….
Teardrops buried in the ocean, left behind along with the heart breaking relationships that have never worked. Washed away with all the feelings that once invaded the shore of her soul.
I spent half the day burying bulbs for spring and also in the town of Bury St Edmunds. Yes this word is very apt to describe my day.
Very sorry to say that I buried the berries before I knew that you needed to eat. You played while I stayed to find some food, but we’re stuck, so as you played and I stayed I decided to save the portion I picked from the prickly bush.