I carved out my heart with a knife. Damn, this hurt so bad. Correction, he carved it out; I just pushed along the process. When will this ever heal? Will I ever get it back? I doubt it. I don’t think anything has ever hurt worse.
carve, carve the limestone that shapes our future. Define the outline of all thats to come. Show the path to eternal everlasting. Just say a word baby. Just say the word.
The wood was carved intricately into an angel with roses surrounding it. the color was a light caramel color and she couldn’t help but appreciate the hard work that had gone into the widddling. She ran her pale fingers over the wood and got a small splinter. He apologized,a nd quickly removed her tiny injury. With a smile, she thanked him and placed the carving on her table.
The dark dank smell of the well filled my nostrils and that was about the only sense I could use. Darkness was my only friend since the gypsies carved out my eyes. She said she loved me but then that night they feasted in my honour and during the ritual I found my sockets had been empty and my nerves tied in knots.
Jack ‘o’ laterns cause terrible fits in all of the children who visit my door on Halloween. Perhaps it is the atrocious amount of blood I’ve given them…
to carve a letter in my heart simple take it and write. :D i love you all and will always do so so go ahead and be my friend! Carve your name and get my love so together forever to be my friend.
I will carve into the wood the face that haunts me. It creeps up on me in the middle of the night and gives me terrifying images of lands beyond here, but they are new exciting lands which are meant to be explored, and I will do so with gusto.
The first time I learned carving was in elementary school. I remember the teaching having us carve soap. Then, we did the same thing in middle school. It was fun, but I never did well.
carve your name into my skin, for everyone to see. Feel the pain, know the love, and bleed. I need you so badly, you don’t understand. I don’t feel anything when its not your hand in my hand.
Strike strike strike, three strikes and still can’t make a indent. Carve whats on your mind and I’ll show you the world… when God created you, she carved a place for me & you! Let’s go there!!
to cut into wood. where there is wood there is fire. if a tree falls ina forest and no hears did it happen? the act of cutting into a material, mainly wood. sculpting. reproducing
carve out some more, drop it on the floor.
it’s okay to make a mess as long as you clean it up.
go ahead, carve that hill and take a spill.
it’s okay to make a mess as long as you clean it up.
it’s okay to make a mess.
When times got “rough” she would carve a scar into her thigh. Dig the blade deep, draw a little bit of blood. It never hurt. It made her want to carve deeper.
carve dont worry about it just let the wood feel your fingers and take you knife and carve away you might find something that you loved even more than you could have ever loved me. always out in you shed carving. making something more perfect than it needed to be.
I used to know this guy named Jack who had an entire basement full of stone carvings. It was dusty and dark in the space, but I felt at home because it was a place of art. It wasn’t glamorous, but I could stay in there for hours admiring the creative work.
He awoke with an oddly satisfied feeling. Upon opening his eyes he realized that a knife lay beside him and the bloodiest scene imaginable surrounded his body.
The box lay before her, carved from metal and not wood. A testament to the age they were living in. She had never opened it; never even tried. It had belonged to her mother, who’d wanted her to have it so badly. But she wouldn’t even look at it, thinking of that woman who’d seen her hurt every day and turned a blind eye. Who’d done nothing to help.
Is what I do to pass the time. I sit in the mouth of this cave and carve wood sculptures all day and sing songs by night. I look at the stars and wish them a good night. I do this every day and I do it because I can.
“It’s not something you can whip up in a moment,” he said slowly, putting the last few curls in the horse’s mane. “If you want to carve something with details, you have to pay attention and think about it, or you’ll lose it.”
“Also,” Hoss added with a grin, “you need to watch for different angles that might look good as something else.”
the times we shared, wrapped safely in blankets, spending countless silent hours together, carved a love deep into my heart where you were safely held. Now you’re gone and all thats left is a big gaping, painful hole
And as he carved his name in the back of her bloody, red skull, he could hear the sirens screaming behind him. He knew what was coming and thought it was well worth it.
Carving pumpkins…not coming up for a while. I used to do those with my dad all the time when I was young. We always followed patterns, rather than fail at being creative. Man, what great pumpkins I have seen from other people, though. Goes to show how almost anything can be an art form…
Children carve their sculptures in powdery brown dirt, pails of water supplementing dirty hands and stained white dresses. When playtime is over all that is left is a clump of mud and dirty clothes.
“You, there,” said the bitter old woman, “you there with the knife. Please come to me. Come to me and end this misery.”
I carved out my heart with a knife. Damn, this hurt so bad. Correction, he carved it out; I just pushed along the process. When will this ever heal? Will I ever get it back? I doubt it. I don’t think anything has ever hurt worse.
carve, carve the limestone that shapes our future. Define the outline of all thats to come. Show the path to eternal everlasting. Just say a word baby. Just say the word.
The ice. The ice is so beautiful. Even the block of it there is a gorgeous blue-white translucency. But when I carve it…oh when I carve it…
The wood was carved intricately into an angel with roses surrounding it. the color was a light caramel color and she couldn’t help but appreciate the hard work that had gone into the widddling. She ran her pale fingers over the wood and got a small splinter. He apologized,a nd quickly removed her tiny injury. With a smile, she thanked him and placed the carving on her table.
I’ll carve your name into my throat. And make you banana bread..Let’s set hookers on fire! Bananas >.<
The dark dank smell of the well filled my nostrils and that was about the only sense I could use. Darkness was my only friend since the gypsies carved out my eyes. She said she loved me but then that night they feasted in my honour and during the ritual I found my sockets had been empty and my nerves tied in knots.
success is not the result of spontaneous combustion, you must commence the fire yourself. carve your name into history
you are carved into my heart forever and i wish that wasn’t the case
cavemen used to tell stories carving in the wall im guessing to leave something behind so they are remembered
Jack ‘o’ laterns cause terrible fits in all of the children who visit my door on Halloween. Perhaps it is the atrocious amount of blood I’ve given them…
The wind had been so icy.
Slicing, burning through her pale, though slightly flushed skin.
“Wicked shred, Kai.”
he mumbled.
“Carvin’ it hard.”
to carve a letter in my heart simple take it and write. :D i love you all and will always do so so go ahead and be my friend! Carve your name and get my love so together forever to be my friend.
you carve a turkey. you carve a tree does that mean you carve things that are living? only liviung things can be carved. a rock cant be carved.
I will carve into the wood the face that haunts me. It creeps up on me in the middle of the night and gives me terrifying images of lands beyond here, but they are new exciting lands which are meant to be explored, and I will do so with gusto.
The first time I learned carving was in elementary school. I remember the teaching having us carve soap. Then, we did the same thing in middle school. It was fun, but I never did well.
carve your name into my skin, for everyone to see. Feel the pain, know the love, and bleed. I need you so badly, you don’t understand. I don’t feel anything when its not your hand in my hand.
Strike strike strike, three strikes and still can’t make a indent. Carve whats on your mind and I’ll show you the world… when God created you, she carved a place for me & you! Let’s go there!!
to cut into wood. where there is wood there is fire. if a tree falls ina forest and no hears did it happen? the act of cutting into a material, mainly wood. sculpting. reproducing
he took the knife and slammed it into her body. Harshly he carved out her flesh and scraped along her bones in an intricate pattern.
scratch away the surface to make a particular shape, cave a niche, a figurine in rock, clay etc
carve out some more, drop it on the floor.
it’s okay to make a mess as long as you clean it up.
go ahead, carve that hill and take a spill.
it’s okay to make a mess as long as you clean it up.
it’s okay to make a mess.
When times got “rough” she would carve a scar into her thigh. Dig the blade deep, draw a little bit of blood. It never hurt. It made her want to carve deeper.
carve dont worry about it just let the wood feel your fingers and take you knife and carve away you might find something that you loved even more than you could have ever loved me. always out in you shed carving. making something more perfect than it needed to be.
pacing this room with anticipation, carving a path in the floor. back and forth , over and over. ugh!
I used to know this guy named Jack who had an entire basement full of stone carvings. It was dusty and dark in the space, but I felt at home because it was a place of art. It wasn’t glamorous, but I could stay in there for hours admiring the creative work.
He awoke with an oddly satisfied feeling. Upon opening his eyes he realized that a knife lay beside him and the bloodiest scene imaginable surrounded his body.
The box lay before her, carved from metal and not wood. A testament to the age they were living in. She had never opened it; never even tried. It had belonged to her mother, who’d wanted her to have it so badly. But she wouldn’t even look at it, thinking of that woman who’d seen her hurt every day and turned a blind eye. Who’d done nothing to help.
it into stone and that won’t make it true. Carve it into flesh and that will make it more false.
She couldn’t do anything to hurt Alex so she had to hurt herself instead. He stood there next to the gap in the curtains and
Is what I do to pass the time. I sit in the mouth of this cave and carve wood sculptures all day and sing songs by night. I look at the stars and wish them a good night. I do this every day and I do it because I can.
I feel the turkey separate beneath my knife, and I see how it parts into 2 perfect waves. I wonder what I did to experience thanksgiving alone.
“It’s not something you can whip up in a moment,” he said slowly, putting the last few curls in the horse’s mane. “If you want to carve something with details, you have to pay attention and think about it, or you’ll lose it.”
“Also,” Hoss added with a grin, “you need to watch for different angles that might look good as something else.”
You carve a hole in my heart. It’s deep and it will scare. It will heal but it will never be the same. Because of you I carve a hole in his heart.
the times we shared, wrapped safely in blankets, spending countless silent hours together, carved a love deep into my heart where you were safely held. Now you’re gone and all thats left is a big gaping, painful hole
And as he carved his name in the back of her bloody, red skull, he could hear the sirens screaming behind him. He knew what was coming and thought it was well worth it.
a block of wood,
in the curves i see your face,
do i carve a picture of you?
or leave it so only i can trace?
Carving pumpkins…not coming up for a while. I used to do those with my dad all the time when I was young. We always followed patterns, rather than fail at being creative. Man, what great pumpkins I have seen from other people, though. Goes to show how almost anything can be an art form…
Children carve their sculptures in powdery brown dirt, pails of water supplementing dirty hands and stained white dresses. When playtime is over all that is left is a clump of mud and dirty clothes.
there’s perfection behind those eyes,
pools of sincerity
and wonder.
they must have carved him
out of marble,
for when i’m lost in his arms,
i’m home.
i don’t like to carve because i think it’s not usefull for ppl. n i speak spanish so i had to translate the word. XDDD hahaha lame. goodnight :] “! <3