He took a long pull from the canteen of water. There wasn’t nearly enough to quench his thirst. Just as the letters from home weren’t enough to quench his thirst of love. But he was here, trained and ready to serve.
fill it. that’s what they keep saying to me. so we broke up. and now i’m doing it. one down, three to go. unfortunately, this isn’t what I want at all. I’m lonely. and I miss her. And I wish things would normalize, but they won’t. not today. not even in two years. it will take until i am married. then i can be normal. and that is what we strive for, isn’t it?
Cool rain drops clutter my vision over our roof. As we lay there, all we feel is everything but our surroundings. Nature takes us into a whole new world out here.
all i can think about is the teen part in this. i have no idea what a canteen is. the e’s kinda look like happy pac mans. i see the cant. but i know i can be whatever i want to be. double n’s. double e’s. oh my.
i had a canteen. it was on my back pack when we left last week. i don’t know what you did with it. or where you went. but you’re gone now and i don’t know how to get it back, nor am i sure i ever will. i know i’m writing about a canteen, but i’m lying. im talking about my heart.
i remember when i was at abraxas and we had these canteens but they were called nalgenes and we held them at our sides one time when i bought a bottle in yardley i held it like that because i was so used to it i was with morgan and brian ship bought it for us it’s too bad that kid is retarded i wonder what he is doing now i saw him on facebook the other day it remindeded me of dustin kind.
Canteen you something that you take on a hike with you. You fill it with water and from it you drink. My little brother had one that he would take all over the property, “exploring.” I miss the days when we would carry around that canteen and have adventures all over our yard. I was about 7 or 8 i believe. We had a little fort between some trees. We would walk around with my brothers canteen and a hiking stick, looking for frogs and interesting bugs.
the Gimp had to eat in the canteens
munch on fried frooloo’s and crunchy fingereens
while the Prog would chuckle
loosen his belt buckle
and drink salted wines with salty scrumpteens.
The canteen opens and water flushes out. As the water hits the grass turning dust to mud, you like hope to the rain will stop coming. Releasing the water from your canteen proves you don’t think it will happen.
I walked up to the bar and ordered my beverage. He smiled at me with many mouths and pulled a long thin glass from the counter and begin to fill it with various liquids. With one of his many arms he slid the glass across the bar to me and I slurped it down. An ugly creature with a butt on its face gave me a very dirty look.
el sudor del frio se derramaba por el vaso. Hacia 10 minutos que no lo tocaba, estaba mirandola y se habia olvidado que el vaso estaba ahi.
esperando una señal, por mas minima que fuera, de que ella lo veia.
Al rededor la música, los ruidos, los colores. Todo demasiado intenso, como de un mundo paralelo.
Pero…por momentos…tal vez…no. No lo miraba. Estaba ella también sumergida en ese espacio que pertenecía a otro espacio del que estaba el, grotesco, inmundo, desconocido.
the last drop of water trickled out of his canteen… thirst remained like an ever burning flame- unquenchable.. the lonely sands shifted continuously, always changing like the colors in the sky… he had run out of water, and he knew time was next…
I take a sip.
It tastes like nothing I’ve tasted before.
This is my last wish.
I want to savor this moment.
This small precious moment where everything comes together.
Just a small drop of water in my Canteen.
the soldier carried the canteen like the heavy memories of his forgotten life, his lonely wife and the son who once called him father. He dragged his feet along the top of the earth and wished it could be filled again. his thirst aged with him, for a substance that could fortify.
i wanted to make you my canteen
i wanted to kiss you whenever i was thirsty
and you’d cure my yearning by being my date to dinner
and my light-hearted lover
Maybe it’s because i’m a lady
and your a woman
but lady
i’m the woman that’s been wanting to love you lately
i want us to be the adventure that saves me
makes me realize my walk through the jungle
helps me love my life daily
i know i might be a problem
you don’t want to figure in your head
maybe the numbers are just too big
and i know eleven years means the difference between
what cartoons we watched when we were kids
but can we just cuddle for a bit?
if i could pick a daisy for every butterfly i get when i see you
i’d be able to bring you a bouquet every morning
with a box full of butterflies
i hope your not grossed out that they came from my belly
but i promise, they’re not covered in my breakfast
they didn’t come from my stomach
they came from my diaphragm
in the cocoon of my lungs
when i first whispered your name
is where they originally sprang
i want to kiss you endlessly
make you chocolate-chip pancakes while you sleep
el sudor del frio se derramaba por el vaso. Hacia 10 minutos que no lo tocaba, estaba mirandola y se habia olvidado que el vaso estaba ahi.
esperando una señal, por mas minima que fuera, de que ella lo veia.
Al rededor la música, los ruidos, los colores. Todo demasiado intenso, como de un mundo paralelo.
Pero…por momentos…tal vez…no. No lo miraba. Estaba ella también sumergida en ese espacio que pertenecía a otro espacio del que estaba el, grotesco, inmundo, desconocido.
We made a study on how to run one. I guess we never did finish for the owner did not even want us to interview her. She thought our teacher was spying on her business. Oops
He kept his father’s canteen under his bed in a box, along with every other heirloom he had collected over the years. When he couldn’t sleep, sometimes he’d lie on his stomach with his ear to the pillow, listening, wondering what his dad’s drink would sound like.
He lifted the canteen to his mouth. Ahhhh. The refreshment. Nothing was better or more satisfying. The coolness. The wetness. But, he knew he needed to preserve the rest for later. It was a blistering 97 degrees. With no shade. He had to make the plateau by nightfall. The odds were doubtful.
He had just finished sipping from his canteen. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued on the long and dangerous hike over the mountain. The constant strain on his back and mind were becoming almost too much to bear, but but bear it he must.
The gun makes more noise than I thought it would.
My ears ring for about five seconds, and I am actually thankful–I don’t have to hear the sound of a skull shattering.
I rush over to the man’s corpse–never seen him before in my life–and wrest all I can from his lifeless frame. As I work, I wonder if he was a better man than I, traveling to save some desperate village in dire need.
Then I see it.
A canteen.
I gingerly pick it up, caressing its cold, aluminum sides. It is beautiful.
I drink. And drink. And drink. For about five minutes I do nothing but suck the life from the full vessel, and when I finish, I cannot help but shake the flat metal cylinder for the last drops of sweet nectar.
I look down at what’s left of the man, and say a quick thank you. I would stay with him longer, but I have someplace I need to be.
It i was lost in the woods, I would hope to have a canteen with me. I would fill it with water and lots of ice, as I like my water real cold. If I wasn’t lost, I probably wouldn’t put water in it. Most likely, it would be Budweiser. Budweiser canteen. Yum.
my heart is but an empty hard casing
it beats slowly against me with each step i take
no need for breaks i keep my pace steady
but not everything is as it seems
no love in my heart an empty canteen
Canteen always reminds me of a desert movie scene. Or when I was little and went mountain hiking with my grandparents. Nowadays people just use plastic water bottles.
help! my canteen has sprung a leak!
as if! like the world needs any more damsels in distress. if that ever happened to me, i’d just apply pressure to the hole with my thumb, and once that got tiring i could just drink it all! for god’s sake! i can help myself!
He shuddered. The slosh of water in the empty canteen would be sure to give him away. His element of surprise would be gone. Setting it down beside him, he crawled on into the darkness. Now. The time had to be now.
I took the canteen off my belt and took a sip. The cold water trickled into my mouth and down my throat, soothing the itch. The day was hot and the sun scorching my skin. There was only a little water left. I had to make it last. For as long as I could. But the thirst was overtaking my mind.
He shuddered. The slosh of water in the empty canteen would be sure to give hime away. His element of surprise would be gone. Setting it down beside him, he crawled on into the darkness. Now. The time had to be now.Dale
She trudged across the Mohave, on the way to her house, thinking that she’s seen this scenery in countless movies. Everywhere is Kingman, she thought, as she gulped from her canteen.
tin canteen with ragged cloth sleeve of green, smells like mothballs, and the water swishing around inside as I move up the stoney trail doesn’t interest me because it can only taste like the canteen smells.
I grabbed my water canteen and swung it back into my bag. Ugh if i could just drink a little more water. but i know i have to save as much as i can for later. I mean i have quite the trip ahead of me and i have no idea how long getting home will take.
it’s camping and drinking and thinking of the canteen boy on snl. adam sandler played canteen boy right? yes. and i remember watching the skit where alec baldwin played a creepy pervy scout leader who was trying to hit on the canteen boy. and it made me really uncomfortable and i remember watching it in secret because i didn’t want anyone questioning me. and that’s canteen for you. pervy scout masters.
He took a long pull from the canteen of water. There wasn’t nearly enough to quench his thirst. Just as the letters from home weren’t enough to quench his thirst of love. But he was here, trained and ready to serve.
fill it. that’s what they keep saying to me. so we broke up. and now i’m doing it. one down, three to go. unfortunately, this isn’t what I want at all. I’m lonely. and I miss her. And I wish things would normalize, but they won’t. not today. not even in two years. it will take until i am married. then i can be normal. and that is what we strive for, isn’t it?
Cool rain drops clutter my vision over our roof. As we lay there, all we feel is everything but our surroundings. Nature takes us into a whole new world out here.
all i can think about is the teen part in this. i have no idea what a canteen is. the e’s kinda look like happy pac mans. i see the cant. but i know i can be whatever i want to be. double n’s. double e’s. oh my.
i had a canteen. it was on my back pack when we left last week. i don’t know what you did with it. or where you went. but you’re gone now and i don’t know how to get it back, nor am i sure i ever will. i know i’m writing about a canteen, but i’m lying. im talking about my heart.
the taste of water from a canteen is metallic;
with a tongue turned to tin, i screw on the lid.
i remember when i was at abraxas and we had these canteens but they were called nalgenes and we held them at our sides one time when i bought a bottle in yardley i held it like that because i was so used to it i was with morgan and brian ship bought it for us it’s too bad that kid is retarded i wonder what he is doing now i saw him on facebook the other day it remindeded me of dustin kind.
Canteen you something that you take on a hike with you. You fill it with water and from it you drink. My little brother had one that he would take all over the property, “exploring.” I miss the days when we would carry around that canteen and have adventures all over our yard. I was about 7 or 8 i believe. We had a little fort between some trees. We would walk around with my brothers canteen and a hiking stick, looking for frogs and interesting bugs.
the Gimp had to eat in the canteens
munch on fried frooloo’s and crunchy fingereens
while the Prog would chuckle
loosen his belt buckle
and drink salted wines with salty scrumpteens.
The canteen opens and water flushes out. As the water hits the grass turning dust to mud, you like hope to the rain will stop coming. Releasing the water from your canteen proves you don’t think it will happen.
I walked up to the bar and ordered my beverage. He smiled at me with many mouths and pulled a long thin glass from the counter and begin to fill it with various liquids. With one of his many arms he slid the glass across the bar to me and I slurped it down. An ugly creature with a butt on its face gave me a very dirty look.
el sudor del frio se derramaba por el vaso. Hacia 10 minutos que no lo tocaba, estaba mirandola y se habia olvidado que el vaso estaba ahi.
esperando una señal, por mas minima que fuera, de que ella lo veia.
Al rededor la música, los ruidos, los colores. Todo demasiado intenso, como de un mundo paralelo.
Pero…por momentos…tal vez…no. No lo miraba. Estaba ella también sumergida en ese espacio que pertenecía a otro espacio del que estaba el, grotesco, inmundo, desconocido.
the last drop of water trickled out of his canteen… thirst remained like an ever burning flame- unquenchable.. the lonely sands shifted continuously, always changing like the colors in the sky… he had run out of water, and he knew time was next…
I take a sip.
It tastes like nothing I’ve tasted before.
This is my last wish.
I want to savor this moment.
This small precious moment where everything comes together.
Just a small drop of water in my Canteen.
the soldier carried the canteen like the heavy memories of his forgotten life, his lonely wife and the son who once called him father. He dragged his feet along the top of the earth and wished it could be filled again. his thirst aged with him, for a substance that could fortify.
i wanted to make you my canteen
i wanted to kiss you whenever i was thirsty
and you’d cure my yearning by being my date to dinner
and my light-hearted lover
Maybe it’s because i’m a lady
and your a woman
but lady
i’m the woman that’s been wanting to love you lately
i want us to be the adventure that saves me
makes me realize my walk through the jungle
helps me love my life daily
i know i might be a problem
you don’t want to figure in your head
maybe the numbers are just too big
and i know eleven years means the difference between
what cartoons we watched when we were kids
but can we just cuddle for a bit?
if i could pick a daisy for every butterfly i get when i see you
i’d be able to bring you a bouquet every morning
with a box full of butterflies
i hope your not grossed out that they came from my belly
but i promise, they’re not covered in my breakfast
they didn’t come from my stomach
they came from my diaphragm
in the cocoon of my lungs
when i first whispered your name
is where they originally sprang
i want to kiss you endlessly
make you chocolate-chip pancakes while you sleep
el sudor del frio se derramaba por el vaso. Hacia 10 minutos que no lo tocaba, estaba mirandola y se habia olvidado que el vaso estaba ahi.
esperando una señal, por mas minima que fuera, de que ella lo veia.
Al rededor la música, los ruidos, los colores. Todo demasiado intenso, como de un mundo paralelo.
Pero…por momentos…tal vez…no. No lo miraba. Estaba ella también sumergida en ese espacio que pertenecía a otro espacio del que estaba el, grotesco, inmundo, desconocido.
CANTEEN IS SOMETHING THAT U DRINK OUT OF WHEN U ARE ON AA HIKE IN THE DESSERT
We made a study on how to run one. I guess we never did finish for the owner did not even want us to interview her. She thought our teacher was spying on her business. Oops
The sun pulses like a heartbeat.
Hot sand between my fingers.
Hot. Sand. Heat and sand
Consume everything
And I have nothing left —
Nothing but a mouthful.
Iced cold water pierces everything,
Like the thought of you.
The sun pulses like a heartbeat
And I am in a desert again
A desert, the sun pulses in my dreams.
The thought of you pierces everything.
Hot. Sand. Heat and sand,
You are my canteen.
He kept his father’s canteen under his bed in a box, along with every other heirloom he had collected over the years. When he couldn’t sleep, sometimes he’d lie on his stomach with his ear to the pillow, listening, wondering what his dad’s drink would sound like.
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He lifted the canteen to his mouth. Ahhhh. The refreshment. Nothing was better or more satisfying. The coolness. The wetness. But, he knew he needed to preserve the rest for later. It was a blistering 97 degrees. With no shade. He had to make the plateau by nightfall. The odds were doubtful.
He had just finished sipping from his canteen. He wiped the sweat from his brow and continued on the long and dangerous hike over the mountain. The constant strain on his back and mind were becoming almost too much to bear, but but bear it he must.
we all could use a canteen to drink from. Water or booze it can be used to many different functions. Good thing I have my canteen!
The gun makes more noise than I thought it would.
My ears ring for about five seconds, and I am actually thankful–I don’t have to hear the sound of a skull shattering.
I rush over to the man’s corpse–never seen him before in my life–and wrest all I can from his lifeless frame. As I work, I wonder if he was a better man than I, traveling to save some desperate village in dire need.
Then I see it.
A canteen.
I gingerly pick it up, caressing its cold, aluminum sides. It is beautiful.
I drink. And drink. And drink. For about five minutes I do nothing but suck the life from the full vessel, and when I finish, I cannot help but shake the flat metal cylinder for the last drops of sweet nectar.
I look down at what’s left of the man, and say a quick thank you. I would stay with him longer, but I have someplace I need to be.
It i was lost in the woods, I would hope to have a canteen with me. I would fill it with water and lots of ice, as I like my water real cold. If I wasn’t lost, I probably wouldn’t put water in it. Most likely, it would be Budweiser. Budweiser canteen. Yum.
my heart is but an empty hard casing
it beats slowly against me with each step i take
no need for breaks i keep my pace steady
but not everything is as it seems
no love in my heart an empty canteen
Canteen always reminds me of a desert movie scene. Or when I was little and went mountain hiking with my grandparents. Nowadays people just use plastic water bottles.
help! my canteen has sprung a leak!
as if! like the world needs any more damsels in distress. if that ever happened to me, i’d just apply pressure to the hole with my thumb, and once that got tiring i could just drink it all! for god’s sake! i can help myself!
He shuddered. The slosh of water in the empty canteen would be sure to give him away. His element of surprise would be gone. Setting it down beside him, he crawled on into the darkness. Now. The time had to be now.
Dry — parched.
In the desert he marched.
Unsure of his destination,
Unsure of his past.
In the desert — in the desert he marched.
And the more he marched, the more he knew.
The surer he was, that he’d find you.
I took the canteen off my belt and took a sip. The cold water trickled into my mouth and down my throat, soothing the itch. The day was hot and the sun scorching my skin. There was only a little water left. I had to make it last. For as long as I could. But the thirst was overtaking my mind.
army . green war. food. water.
He shuddered. The slosh of water in the empty canteen would be sure to give hime away. His element of surprise would be gone. Setting it down beside him, he crawled on into the darkness. Now. The time had to be now.Dale
She trudged across the Mohave, on the way to her house, thinking that she’s seen this scenery in countless movies. Everywhere is Kingman, she thought, as she gulped from her canteen.
tin canteen with ragged cloth sleeve of green, smells like mothballs, and the water swishing around inside as I move up the stoney trail doesn’t interest me because it can only taste like the canteen smells.
something you fill with water for refreshment or a refreshment stand.
I grabbed my water canteen and swung it back into my bag. Ugh if i could just drink a little more water. but i know i have to save as much as i can for later. I mean i have quite the trip ahead of me and i have no idea how long getting home will take.
it’s camping and drinking and thinking of the canteen boy on snl. adam sandler played canteen boy right? yes. and i remember watching the skit where alec baldwin played a creepy pervy scout leader who was trying to hit on the canteen boy. and it made me really uncomfortable and i remember watching it in secret because i didn’t want anyone questioning me. and that’s canteen for you. pervy scout masters.