Once I crossed my best friend. Not a good idea since my best friend was also the school bully. Fortunately, he was also an idiot, so I was able to convince him it was someone else.
I tend to cross out what i wrote instead of going to the trouble of picking up a rubber and rubbing it out. its just easier! and messier..unfortunately. so i end up going back after i written the piece and rubbing out all the crossings out at the end.
There are two roads crossing. A cat is on one. A dog is on the other. A girl is in the middle. These roads are in the middle of the world–the earth revolves around it. Or so I’d like to think. They are crossed, they are intersected–and they are my home.
I woke to a street covered in bodies crossed in omnipotent form. I looked to the sky wondering if the rapture was upon us was I wrong all these years should I have prayed all those times i rejected should I have graveled all the times I sighted facts to destroy would be religionist? After staring in the sky for 10 minutes I saw cups near each and everybody with deep colored red juice stained on each rim I thought to my self “did I miss the party or Haley’s comet come back around?” Not wasting a minute and not wanting to end up like my crossed lifeless friends I began to run to where I had no clue. I stopped when I came across a little girl walking with a huge punch bowl she was yelling at the top of her lungs “SALVATION FOR 10 CENTS REALITY FOR FREE”. Being the inquisitor I stopped and ask the little girl “why do you charge for salvation but give reality away for free?” she replied with a school girl puzzled look “Crosses don’t pay for them selves and reality is only a drink away” confusion swirled my mind with haste I ask the little girl, “how is reality just a drink away” with a censer look on her face playing with her bubble gum “All these people you see here were all at the mall looking like zombies so I thought why not give people a choice pay for salvation on a cross or continue being dead. as you can see most people would rather die then go through the salvation of being nailed to a cross.” at this point I have no clue what this little girl is talking about. “how is salvation being nailed to a cross?” the little girl replies ” Life is like being nailed to the cross force pushing down on you till one day gravity is to much and you eventually bleed out.”
The boys eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the object in the distance. It closed at a deadly speed and the boy was unable to comprehend that it was going to lop of his head in a matter of moments. The blade came a hairs-breadth from killing him, but luck was on his side; the polished instrument of death fell apart into the basic components it was made of.
when the world seems to constantly twist you and turn you…kind of like a pretzel. When it’s done with you it spits you out and leaves you crossed. Arms crossed, legs crossed, hair a mess…back to square one again.
She crossed the street, hurried toward to store front. Desperate for something to calm her cravings – chocolate, sugar, anything. This feeling needed to stop.
I’ve crossed it out. Crossed it over. This line is a bridge you can skip over; skip it. The past is still there, albeit edited, perhaps partly omitted from your memory. And it is over and done with. For now.
conjures up images of chickens and crossword puzzles. a chicken doing a crossword puzzle. with spectacles on. ‘spectacles’- never realized how strange it sounded.
When she crossed his path, cars seemed to slow down, people seemed to freeze mid-step, and birds flying overhead might have fallen from the sky. There are times when intution seems enough to replace logic and reason all together. This moment was one of those. Tom knew he would marry Lucy someday, before even asking her her name.
It crossed my mind, like a young child crossing the streets with out a parents guide, confused, hurt, mislead, i rub my temples for relief, and settle for nothing
i have crossed many names of the list of my so called friends. it has become kinda short but is getting bigger every day. i say that all of you that are on i am thankful for you.
I watched as my cat slipped out the door and I ran out to catch her. She crossed the street narrowly missing getting hit by a car. She got scared and tried crossing the road again. This time, I was close to the road when she crossed and a car came again. I ran and scooped her up into my arms rushing her home.
Star crossed lovers, they say we’re not meant to be. I don’t know what it’s like, not being able to be with the one you love. I truly hope to never find out. I feel like love is something that is determined by the two people involved and not by what daddy thinks. It’s crazy that that happens in some countries.
Jesus was crossed and demonstrated the ultimate faith trust and love for humanity for his time. I and Jay-Z can do better ;) In fact, the power I’m wielding and the faith I have has already expanded past what humanity had achieved previously.
He gulped once and took off running. He flew over hedges and low-lying walls, knocking over trash cans and scattering newspapers across the street. As he approached the corner, he heard an angry scream that quickly escalated into a murderous howl. He’d crossed her once too many.
I crossed myself as I heard the sirens going by. It was an old habit from years in Catholic schools. It was a small gesture but one that did carry positive intent for the welfare of those in need of emergency services.
life passing by as i wondered, should i take this journey, should i tell him i love him, that i always have, or should i wollow in silence and see him only as a friend. nothing but fat was all i had nothing but truth and lies would cover what path i needed to cross
Star-crossed lovers always reunite at the end of the movie, but that was not Medea’s experience….men always wanted too much to be worth the trouble of reuniting.
It crossed my mind that the daughter of the king was going to possibly be my best friend. I never thought that she would become my arch enemy, though, but she seemed nice to me at first. I liked her, she was so sweet at first. But I didn’t know she was the demon from hell.
Heart crossed in my mouth,
I’ll keep my fingers crossed for youand stare at you until my eyes are crossed.
I don’t want to make you cross,
but the cross tied my mouth and my soul to the gate.
Never again will I be crossed as I was that day. I have not forgotten, and as I finger the cold, velvet smooth barrel of the nine-millimeter in my pocket, the corner of my mouth twitches. Today will be the exclamation mark on my resolve.
My eyes cross with the pain of hearing their voices. Squinting frustrated eyes closed, I bury my head in my arms, not wanting to see those around me. I plug my ears. I can’t listen to their voices either. I want to scream but I don’t want them all to look at me.
i was crossed by the fact that i cant get anything right. i cant go anywhere without a fight, i cant run around with my hands in the air. i cant think , laugh and i cant just stare. i was crossed by a crossing man in the street.
He crossed the line when he hit my wife. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I know I went berserk. Before I knew it, he was lying at my feet, blood everywhere.
crossed lovers entwine, widening the paths of their lives, two become one, a love divine like no instrument of god nor delightful touch, pining like star-crossed lovers the stars themselves take on a brighter shine…
it crosses my mind from time to time that things are not as I would have them. things would be different if I were the big guy in charge. but, when these thoughts of grandeur and world-altering decisions come across me, I find that I much prefer to stay at home, not cause a ruckus, and drink some tea
i crossed the street. the chicken crossed the road. I crossed myself when I saw the vampire. I crossed my fingers, hoping to get the job. I know two star-crossed lovers
Once I crossed my best friend. Not a good idea since my best friend was also the school bully. Fortunately, he was also an idiot, so I was able to convince him it was someone else.
I tend to cross out what i wrote instead of going to the trouble of picking up a rubber and rubbing it out. its just easier! and messier..unfortunately. so i end up going back after i written the piece and rubbing out all the crossings out at the end.
There are two roads crossing. A cat is on one. A dog is on the other. A girl is in the middle. These roads are in the middle of the world–the earth revolves around it. Or so I’d like to think. They are crossed, they are intersected–and they are my home.
I woke to a street covered in bodies crossed in omnipotent form. I looked to the sky wondering if the rapture was upon us was I wrong all these years should I have prayed all those times i rejected should I have graveled all the times I sighted facts to destroy would be religionist? After staring in the sky for 10 minutes I saw cups near each and everybody with deep colored red juice stained on each rim I thought to my self “did I miss the party or Haley’s comet come back around?” Not wasting a minute and not wanting to end up like my crossed lifeless friends I began to run to where I had no clue. I stopped when I came across a little girl walking with a huge punch bowl she was yelling at the top of her lungs “SALVATION FOR 10 CENTS REALITY FOR FREE”. Being the inquisitor I stopped and ask the little girl “why do you charge for salvation but give reality away for free?” she replied with a school girl puzzled look “Crosses don’t pay for them selves and reality is only a drink away” confusion swirled my mind with haste I ask the little girl, “how is reality just a drink away” with a censer look on her face playing with her bubble gum “All these people you see here were all at the mall looking like zombies so I thought why not give people a choice pay for salvation on a cross or continue being dead. as you can see most people would rather die then go through the salvation of being nailed to a cross.” at this point I have no clue what this little girl is talking about. “how is salvation being nailed to a cross?” the little girl replies ” Life is like being nailed to the cross force pushing down on you till one day gravity is to much and you eventually bleed out.”
The boys eyes crossed as he tried to focus on the object in the distance. It closed at a deadly speed and the boy was unable to comprehend that it was going to lop of his head in a matter of moments. The blade came a hairs-breadth from killing him, but luck was on his side; the polished instrument of death fell apart into the basic components it was made of.
when the world seems to constantly twist you and turn you…kind of like a pretzel. When it’s done with you it spits you out and leaves you crossed. Arms crossed, legs crossed, hair a mess…back to square one again.
She crossed the street, hurried toward to store front. Desperate for something to calm her cravings – chocolate, sugar, anything. This feeling needed to stop.
Star-crossed means crossed in your intentions by the stars, but couldn’t it just mean that you have crosses written on your skin from starlight?
I’ve crossed it out. Crossed it over. This line is a bridge you can skip over; skip it. The past is still there, albeit edited, perhaps partly omitted from your memory. And it is over and done with. For now.
We crossed this bridge a million times before. We carved our heart into in, made it ours. Now I’m ready to burn it.
conjures up images of chickens and crossword puzzles. a chicken doing a crossword puzzle. with spectacles on. ‘spectacles’- never realized how strange it sounded.
i crossed the world while hopping on one leg. i am a genius.
When she crossed his path, cars seemed to slow down, people seemed to freeze mid-step, and birds flying overhead might have fallen from the sky. There are times when intution seems enough to replace logic and reason all together. This moment was one of those. Tom knew he would marry Lucy someday, before even asking her her name.
It crossed my mind, like a young child crossing the streets with out a parents guide, confused, hurt, mislead, i rub my temples for relief, and settle for nothing
i have crossed many names of the list of my so called friends. it has become kinda short but is getting bigger every day. i say that all of you that are on i am thankful for you.
I watched as my cat slipped out the door and I ran out to catch her. She crossed the street narrowly missing getting hit by a car. She got scared and tried crossing the road again. This time, I was close to the road when she crossed and a car came again. I ran and scooped her up into my arms rushing her home.
Star crossed lovers, they say we’re not meant to be. I don’t know what it’s like, not being able to be with the one you love. I truly hope to never find out. I feel like love is something that is determined by the two people involved and not by what daddy thinks. It’s crazy that that happens in some countries.
He crossed the line when he expected her to wait on him forever and not even show his face to her once.
Jesus was crossed and demonstrated the ultimate faith trust and love for humanity for his time. I and Jay-Z can do better ;) In fact, the power I’m wielding and the faith I have has already expanded past what humanity had achieved previously.
He gulped once and took off running. He flew over hedges and low-lying walls, knocking over trash cans and scattering newspapers across the street. As he approached the corner, he heard an angry scream that quickly escalated into a murderous howl. He’d crossed her once too many.
I crossed myself as I heard the sirens going by. It was an old habit from years in Catholic schools. It was a small gesture but one that did carry positive intent for the welfare of those in need of emergency services.
life passing by as i wondered, should i take this journey, should i tell him i love him, that i always have, or should i wollow in silence and see him only as a friend. nothing but fat was all i had nothing but truth and lies would cover what path i needed to cross
Star-crossed lovers always reunite at the end of the movie, but that was not Medea’s experience….men always wanted too much to be worth the trouble of reuniting.
It crossed my mind that the daughter of the king was going to possibly be my best friend. I never thought that she would become my arch enemy, though, but she seemed nice to me at first. I liked her, she was so sweet at first. But I didn’t know she was the demon from hell.
Heart crossed in my mouth,
I’ll keep my fingers crossed for youand stare at you until my eyes are crossed.
I don’t want to make you cross,
but the cross tied my mouth and my soul to the gate.
found, alone, nothing but lines streets nothing but answers, or questions, nothing but fate. hidden behind lies, shame truth.
He crossed the road with a sense of urgency he hadnt felt since he was a child, racing toward the bright yellow bus on a frigid winter’s morning.
Never again will I be crossed as I was that day. I have not forgotten, and as I finger the cold, velvet smooth barrel of the nine-millimeter in my pocket, the corner of my mouth twitches. Today will be the exclamation mark on my resolve.
My eyes cross with the pain of hearing their voices. Squinting frustrated eyes closed, I bury my head in my arms, not wanting to see those around me. I plug my ears. I can’t listen to their voices either. I want to scream but I don’t want them all to look at me.
i was crossed by the fact that i cant get anything right. i cant go anywhere without a fight, i cant run around with my hands in the air. i cant think , laugh and i cant just stare. i was crossed by a crossing man in the street.
crossed out letters; because they don’t matter anymore.
Have you heard of Sally Sue?
Her hair is blue (here nose is too)
Her eyes are crossed, her tongue is lost.
She can’t be bossed at any cost!
her eyes are leaky her back is creaky.
So HAVE you heard of Sally Sue?
Come to think of it…. She’s just like YOU!!!
She was not one to be crossed. Her temper was volatile. Her anger was inescapable.
But on a normal day she was sweet as pie.
Crossed in the worst way. Cheated on and betrayed. He just turned on me and created hate. Mutiny aboard our marriage. Husband vs. wife.
He crossed the line when he hit my wife. I’m not sure exactly what happened, but I know I went berserk. Before I knew it, he was lying at my feet, blood everywhere.
crossed lovers entwine, widening the paths of their lives, two become one, a love divine like no instrument of god nor delightful touch, pining like star-crossed lovers the stars themselves take on a brighter shine…
it crosses my mind from time to time that things are not as I would have them. things would be different if I were the big guy in charge. but, when these thoughts of grandeur and world-altering decisions come across me, I find that I much prefer to stay at home, not cause a ruckus, and drink some tea
i crossed the street. the chicken crossed the road. I crossed myself when I saw the vampire. I crossed my fingers, hoping to get the job. I know two star-crossed lovers
Since their paths crossed neither of them remained the same. But eventually they’ll move on.
the crossroads seems to weave like delicate threads until they merge into one, until the only road i want to take is blurred with the others…