I am on the verge of illness.
I only feel like burying myself in sheets and comforters and hibernating until it passes.
Hand me a shovel.
Then do not disturb.
I continuely try to do this with my feelings. They can only be dug so deep. Too many to fit in such a small hole. Undig them come springtime. I sure hope I can handle it. The leaves will turn colors once again, the grass will grow. My hope will too. The sunshine will pull the roots of my sorrow back into meaning. I will no longer be sad. I can do this.
he didn’t let me know where. it’s something that doesnt really come up when you’re young. when you just got married and haven’t even gotten a place away from his roomates yet. when you just got your rings back from being ingraved. when you’re happy, you don’t ask where he wanted to be burried.
bury a a keepsake under some flowers. when they bloom you’ll be reminded of that time, of that place, of that memory. That thing you love so dearly that you buried it. Under flowers. so its beauty could influence them, effect them, support them. Maybe one day when the flowers have stopped blooming you will uncover your keepsake and it will hold so much more beauty, the beauty of every flower.
I buried his body in the dirt hard and cold. He was a cheater, a liar, i couldn’t beleive what he’d done i couldn’t believe what i’d done.
anger was seeping though me i was hurting and i didn’t stop to think about what i was doing. told me he was cheating, and then i was shooting. picking up that gun was so out of character, but watching flesh explode along with my anger exploding was so satisfying
At the top of the staircase I let the words burrow into my psyche.
Presque vu.
No matter, I bury the feeling deep within my heart. When I have no need of it it will rise unbidden and pure. To be examined like a diamond: all refractions and light.
For years I tried to bury it, to weigh it down with heavier thoughts. I made the hole deeper and shovelled my feigned ignorance on top. It didn’t float to the surface every time it rained, it also didn’t cause its disappearance, or my own. But avoiding and pretending did a good job of inducing invisibility. Pushing down delayed myself. It held me back. Stunted. I denied the direct question, though asking could have freed me. She sort of swayed into view and became the answer, mixed with vodka. She left, then she left again. Forever. Or for a lifetime. At least for a lifetime. Digging is easier than burying.
“Bury him.” His mustache tickled my cheek. I’d prepared for this moment since I first dipped my toe in the political waters as a young woman. Now here I was, about to face my opponent face to face for the first time. “Bury him,” my strategist repeated. Thus began my first debate.
Don’t bury me alive
With your guilt and shame
Don’t dig me a hole
With your lies and blame
I don’t share your views
They hurt and they maim
Don’t dig me a grave
Because we aren’t the same
dont bury yourself in the hurt of your life. bury instead the hurt. dont bury others in the pain of your death, bury the pain of your death instead. dont bury yourself at all
If you bury something you put it in a hole and cover it with dirt. You bury someone if they have died at a funeral. Its sad if you have to bury someone you love.
The day they buried you, they took part of me. I promised I wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t shed tears for you, wouldn’t let them know how broken i was. But i loved you, so i cried. and i washed away the pain and suffering with the corrosive salt of my pain made manifest. and in that moment, i promised to love you for as long as you were part of me. Forever.
Is six feet far enough to make someone leave your mind?
Is it far enough to exorcise them from your heart? To expel them from your thoughts?
Is there enough distance in the WORLD to make that face give you peace? That look that has been burned into the back of your eyelids, those final words, moments, tears?
I bury things in my backyard. You know, for fun.Burying things in my backyard is one of my hobbies,you know.I simply love it!Don’t you?Wouldn’t it be fun?
Bury is when you dig up the ground and put something in it then cover up the hole. Example: The dog will bury his bone in the backyard of the yellow house.
Bury. I buryed a rock. :D
I am on the verge of illness.
I only feel like burying myself in sheets and comforters and hibernating until it passes.
Hand me a shovel.
Then do not disturb.
I continuely try to do this with my feelings. They can only be dug so deep. Too many to fit in such a small hole. Undig them come springtime. I sure hope I can handle it. The leaves will turn colors once again, the grass will grow. My hope will too. The sunshine will pull the roots of my sorrow back into meaning. I will no longer be sad. I can do this.
we bury the dead.
we bury treasures.
used as a threat such as “I will bury you!”
When the little boy was in the yard bury is toys that he broke that day. He was so happy to bury stuff.
It was bury out side i could die. I don’t understand what this word realy means. i think i’m going to need a dictionary.
underground, pet fish, sadness, cemetery, people, hiding, running, abundance of, to be under, to be scared of, gone forever, to forget,
Bury is a way/thing you do to cover something with dirt or another material underground.
he didn’t let me know where. it’s something that doesnt really come up when you’re young. when you just got married and haven’t even gotten a place away from his roomates yet. when you just got your rings back from being ingraved. when you’re happy, you don’t ask where he wanted to be burried.
Do not bury me in the mirror of your judgements and criticism
like to bury a dead body dig a hole and put it in the ground
i will bury the dead when a someone close dies, i bury a cheeseburger in my mouth
jibberish of the day: mahkflargenjabushin
bury a a keepsake under some flowers. when they bloom you’ll be reminded of that time, of that place, of that memory. That thing you love so dearly that you buried it. Under flowers. so its beauty could influence them, effect them, support them. Maybe one day when the flowers have stopped blooming you will uncover your keepsake and it will hold so much more beauty, the beauty of every flower.
I know burry but not bury, or maybe the other way around. im not completely sure though.
I’ve buried the evidence. No one will ever need to know about the little “accident”.
My crime will remain a secret, forever…
I buried his body in the dirt hard and cold. He was a cheater, a liar, i couldn’t beleive what he’d done i couldn’t believe what i’d done.
anger was seeping though me i was hurting and i didn’t stop to think about what i was doing. told me he was cheating, and then i was shooting. picking up that gun was so out of character, but watching flesh explode along with my anger exploding was so satisfying
At the top of the staircase I let the words burrow into my psyche.
Presque vu.
No matter, I bury the feeling deep within my heart. When I have no need of it it will rise unbidden and pure. To be examined like a diamond: all refractions and light.
be nice and dont bury gummy bears they are nice and they are our friends! :)
For years I tried to bury it, to weigh it down with heavier thoughts. I made the hole deeper and shovelled my feigned ignorance on top. It didn’t float to the surface every time it rained, it also didn’t cause its disappearance, or my own. But avoiding and pretending did a good job of inducing invisibility. Pushing down delayed myself. It held me back. Stunted. I denied the direct question, though asking could have freed me. She sort of swayed into view and became the answer, mixed with vodka. She left, then she left again. Forever. Or for a lifetime. At least for a lifetime. Digging is easier than burying.
Bury. This is one word I would not think because it reminds me of getting buried in the ground. Oops! I don’t want that thought.
I do not want to bury the truth for the rest of my life. Sooner or later it will have to come out.
“Bury him.” His mustache tickled my cheek. I’d prepared for this moment since I first dipped my toe in the political waters as a young woman. Now here I was, about to face my opponent face to face for the first time. “Bury him,” my strategist repeated. Thus began my first debate.
Don’t bury me alive
With your guilt and shame
Don’t dig me a hole
With your lies and blame
I don’t share your views
They hurt and they maim
Don’t dig me a grave
Because we aren’t the same
dont bury yourself in the hurt of your life. bury instead the hurt. dont bury others in the pain of your death, bury the pain of your death instead. dont bury yourself at all
I used to bury my brothers toys in the ground and i would tell him to go find them.
today is a bury good day!!:)
To hide yourself in a place ti not be able to be seen or found. When you are hiding you can bury yourself. And when you’re scared.
If you bury something you put it in a hole and cover it with dirt. You bury someone if they have died at a funeral. Its sad if you have to bury someone you love.
is to bury someone or to bury your emotions deep within your self.so nobody will know what you are feeling.
hello how r u today??
It means to dig a hole in the ground and put something in it and then cover it up with the dirt.
I think it means to dig a hole. it sounds that way to me. I like to dig.
The day they buried you, they took part of me. I promised I wouldn’t cry, wouldn’t shed tears for you, wouldn’t let them know how broken i was. But i loved you, so i cried. and i washed away the pain and suffering with the corrosive salt of my pain made manifest. and in that moment, i promised to love you for as long as you were part of me. Forever.
someone gets buryed in the ground?
Is six feet far enough to make someone leave your mind?
Is it far enough to exorcise them from your heart? To expel them from your thoughts?
Is there enough distance in the WORLD to make that face give you peace? That look that has been burned into the back of your eyelids, those final words, moments, tears?
I bury bones and I bury dice. I can bury anything. You bury housed and You bury mice. We bury all most anything.
I bury things in my backyard. You know, for fun.Burying things in my backyard is one of my hobbies,you know.I simply love it!Don’t you?Wouldn’t it be fun?
Bury is when you dig up the ground and put something in it then cover up the hole. Example: The dog will bury his bone in the backyard of the yellow house.
Bury sounds like it means in a hurry while your cold
We did not bury my dead grandpa we melted him and tossed him in a beach.