well crossed. it’s quite an unusual word. i think of animals mating, like if they were being crossed. i dont know if the definition applies to the english. but crossed, it does sound weird. i also think of a railroad. i dont know, it’s just a random though.
We didn’t expect to get crossed. Not so literally.
But there he was, standing there with the shotgun taped to the other shotgun, laughing like a maniac at us, gripping till his knuckles were white and paunchy. He was wearing a trashbag around his head like a bandana and it crinkled.
As I crossed the road, I saw someone run into the corn field. I followed them, only to see that they were gone. I never found them. But I did find an old key they dropped on the ground. I never knew what it went to. Until today.
crossed out. over and over on the pages crossing you out of this room and this envelope. crossing paths out of doors, faucets leaking with this drip
drip
drag
desolate and penciling sleep in.
Star-crossed lovers. No matter what happens, nothing will happen. Fate decides. It isn’t fair. I think I love him. It isn’t fair. He’s leaving, and I’ve scared him off, just like I always do.
His eyes are like that, and it took me until the day he moved out to notice. I payed attention to his group, his religion, his cute hair, the way he always looks somewhat abashed, but I never thought to look directly into his eyes.
i just hope that one day, no no no… it can and it will happen! i just have to keep my fingers crossed. because if you really, really want something bad enough, you just gotta go out there and grab it. or…. let it slide through your fingers. at least you got to touch it.
Why have our paths crossed again? I see you sporadically, but I’m only with you on your terms. I want to leave but you keep drawing me back to you, drawing me back to your bed with your charming tricks. Why can’t we work out in perfect harmony, to the real world. We only have our secret liaisons, our secret thoughts.
From the tree loops he swung across the jungle, pretending to be Tarzan. This was all Kinna had dreamed of since he’d been a wee one born on the ice. The kids had teased him for being a wrinkled old man when he was just two but that wasn’t his fault, it was the way he was born. Born to be a wrinkly penguin who loved the Amazon more than fishing!
i always think about him at night. when i’m not quite tired enough to fall asleep, and the chaos of my day is fading, he runs through my mind and i am powerless. i don’t let him into any other part of my day, but he is always the last thought before sleep frees me.
backstabbing bitch. you have double-crossed me for the last time. your fake blonde hair. your inability to comprehend anything beyond your own nose. I am through with being your superhero. I am free. Forever,
The days I’m home alone are they days where too much has crossed my mind. I have 24 hours alone to hate myself, others, and what could’ve been. All because I’m bored and spiteful. Fuck.
She crossed her legs as she sat there in the grey atmosphere of the hospital waiting room. So full of trivial things like magazines and chairs, and none of it really made sense as she looked across it.
you crossed me one last time. I’ve had enough of your complaining, your neediness, and your constant bitching. please get out of my life forever. and one last thing….I Love You.
He took her hands and pulled her in closer, and finally whispered what he had kept secret his whole life, and what she had always wanted to hear. Finally in his arms, she decided that everything was in place, and she was ready.
the crossed eyed man crossed his best friend. in crossing his friend he left said friend very cross. between the crossed eyes, the crossing, and the crossed, the confusion resulted in the straightest conclusion to cross one’s mind. cross the word from front to back and go forward as fast as you can: dessorc, decoration, party, friends, love….love. the solution always turns out to be hidden somewhere in the question.
I can’t cross you. You’ve crossed me. My eyes were crossed while we crossed the road, under the glare of the giant cross on the side of the church. Cross, I felt then. Cross
I crossed her today. I found that I never immediately talk to someone I know. Rather. I talk to someone I don’t know a lot faster. I always seem to try to avoid people I know sometimes. Because they know me so well, that it makes me feel like they’re already annoyed by me.
I crossed the street to get away from the house. The people there weren’t nice at all. I had to leave right away. I didn’t even look both ways as I crossed. That’s when I was hit.
I crossed the driveway to greet him. “Hello,” I whispered, coyly crossing my arms behind my back and flashing him a sly smirk. He returned a sexy grin in return and cross his arms across his strong chest.
I looked down the street and crossed, no cars were coming. Quickly a car came out of no where and turned the corner in a horrid arch, trying to escape the police. I had no time and the car collided with my body, sending me down the road skidding. I could feel the pain and I groaned. Shit that was bad.
i think about star crossed lovers like romeo and juliet and think is that really love? i think its infactuation i mean they were teens, saw eachother at a party, talked for like 2 seconds and started making out. then they vow and deicde to get married.
I crossed his name off the list. He couldn’t be one of The Ones. He was too…too happy, too normal. No one would fit in with him. WIthout him, I returned to the list…Allan Fisher. Julia Alvie. Samantha Fried. What kind of last name is that? Fried? I sighed. I was getting off topic…again.
One day I was walking around with my eyes crossed when my mom yelled at me “You know if you keep your eyes like that they will be stuck forever.” Mom, you lied. My eyes are just fine now. But that you for your advice. I think Janet should have listened to you.
When a pig and another animal come a-cross each other the other animal must step aside so the pig can get by. All animals are equal but some animals are more equal.
i was crossed away.they talk to me about it,i dont know…he hurt me,deep…but i still love him, for so long…They i said i was crazy to believe on him,well i can say that im in love…so wrong is now right.
Double crossed and heart deceived, she believed in you. Dammit, sweet heart, she believed in you. She sold her soul to the devil to give you the world, because she believed you would treasure it. Treasure her. Always and forever. She believed…
well crossed. it’s quite an unusual word. i think of animals mating, like if they were being crossed. i dont know if the definition applies to the english. but crossed, it does sound weird. i also think of a railroad. i dont know, it’s just a random though.
We didn’t expect to get crossed. Not so literally.
But there he was, standing there with the shotgun taped to the other shotgun, laughing like a maniac at us, gripping till his knuckles were white and paunchy. He was wearing a trashbag around his head like a bandana and it crinkled.
If you have crossed me,
you will have double crossed me,
in making me cross.
As I crossed the road, I saw someone run into the corn field. I followed them, only to see that they were gone. I never found them. But I did find an old key they dropped on the ground. I never knew what it went to. Until today.
crossed out. over and over on the pages crossing you out of this room and this envelope. crossing paths out of doors, faucets leaking with this drip
drip
drag
desolate and penciling sleep in.
Crossed lovers, running over railroad tracks: screaming over whistles and fighting against the wind.
Star-crossed lovers. No matter what happens, nothing will happen. Fate decides. It isn’t fair. I think I love him. It isn’t fair. He’s leaving, and I’ve scared him off, just like I always do.
His eyes are like that, and it took me until the day he moved out to notice. I payed attention to his group, his religion, his cute hair, the way he always looks somewhat abashed, but I never thought to look directly into his eyes.
I can’t decide if that made it easier.
i just hope that one day, no no no… it can and it will happen! i just have to keep my fingers crossed. because if you really, really want something bad enough, you just gotta go out there and grab it. or…. let it slide through your fingers. at least you got to touch it.
Why have our paths crossed again? I see you sporadically, but I’m only with you on your terms. I want to leave but you keep drawing me back to you, drawing me back to your bed with your charming tricks. Why can’t we work out in perfect harmony, to the real world. We only have our secret liaisons, our secret thoughts.
Cross eyed
sliping into pink lemonade
good god
what’s it like to fall asleep
and stay asleep
From the tree loops he swung across the jungle, pretending to be Tarzan. This was all Kinna had dreamed of since he’d been a wee one born on the ice. The kids had teased him for being a wrinkled old man when he was just two but that wasn’t his fault, it was the way he was born. Born to be a wrinkly penguin who loved the Amazon more than fishing!
x’s and o’s darling, x’s and o’s.
1crossed = control reaction over serious sentiment exacerbating duality
i always think about him at night. when i’m not quite tired enough to fall asleep, and the chaos of my day is fading, he runs through my mind and i am powerless. i don’t let him into any other part of my day, but he is always the last thought before sleep frees me.
Best friends forever. We crossed our hearts and hoped to die. And then fell out of touch.
Star-crossed lovers gaze deeply into each other’s eyes. Neither know the challenges that lay before them. Neither care about anything but each other.
backstabbing bitch. you have double-crossed me for the last time. your fake blonde hair. your inability to comprehend anything beyond your own nose. I am through with being your superhero. I am free. Forever,
The days I’m home alone are they days where too much has crossed my mind. I have 24 hours alone to hate myself, others, and what could’ve been. All because I’m bored and spiteful. Fuck.
She crossed her legs as she sat there in the grey atmosphere of the hospital waiting room. So full of trivial things like magazines and chairs, and none of it really made sense as she looked across it.
It never really crossed my mind to use paper instead of plastic. That is, until I tried using plastic to wipe my butt that morning.
He crossed her. She was his supportter. She stood up for him and he crossed her. Sold her out as a punchline to a snarky joke.
you crossed me one last time. I’ve had enough of your complaining, your neediness, and your constant bitching. please get out of my life forever. and one last thing….I Love You.
She crossed her heart, and hoped to die.
He took her hands and pulled her in closer, and finally whispered what he had kept secret his whole life, and what she had always wanted to hear. Finally in his arms, she decided that everything was in place, and she was ready.
the crossed eyed man crossed his best friend. in crossing his friend he left said friend very cross. between the crossed eyes, the crossing, and the crossed, the confusion resulted in the straightest conclusion to cross one’s mind. cross the word from front to back and go forward as fast as you can: dessorc, decoration, party, friends, love….love. the solution always turns out to be hidden somewhere in the question.
I can’t cross you. You’ve crossed me. My eyes were crossed while we crossed the road, under the glare of the giant cross on the side of the church. Cross, I felt then. Cross
I crossed her today. I found that I never immediately talk to someone I know. Rather. I talk to someone I don’t know a lot faster. I always seem to try to avoid people I know sometimes. Because they know me so well, that it makes me feel like they’re already annoyed by me.
I crossed the street to get away from the house. The people there weren’t nice at all. I had to leave right away. I didn’t even look both ways as I crossed. That’s when I was hit.
I crossed the driveway to greet him. “Hello,” I whispered, coyly crossing my arms behind my back and flashing him a sly smirk. He returned a sexy grin in return and cross his arms across his strong chest.
crossing, walking, watching, waiting,
looking, dodging, egging, baiting,
running, driving, steering, stopping,
crossing, walking, watching waiting.
crossed a line
crossed your mind
I feel in step and hope to go you think of me.
I cared for you
you hated me.
but no matter what the time brings
I will always cross your mind.
Crossing T’s
Crossing
I looked down the street and crossed, no cars were coming. Quickly a car came out of no where and turned the corner in a horrid arch, trying to escape the police. I had no time and the car collided with my body, sending me down the road skidding. I could feel the pain and I groaned. Shit that was bad.
i think about star crossed lovers like romeo and juliet and think is that really love? i think its infactuation i mean they were teens, saw eachother at a party, talked for like 2 seconds and started making out. then they vow and deicde to get married.
I crossed his name off the list. He couldn’t be one of The Ones. He was too…too happy, too normal. No one would fit in with him. WIthout him, I returned to the list…Allan Fisher. Julia Alvie. Samantha Fried. What kind of last name is that? Fried? I sighed. I was getting off topic…again.
One day I was walking around with my eyes crossed when my mom yelled at me “You know if you keep your eyes like that they will be stuck forever.” Mom, you lied. My eyes are just fine now. But that you for your advice. I think Janet should have listened to you.
She needed someone, she needed him. He needed something, he didn’t know. She had him, he left. When their paths cross, they needed each other.
I feel like I’ve been crossed. Crossed my you and crossed by me. I just wanted us to stop crossing each other.
When a pig and another animal come a-cross each other the other animal must step aside so the pig can get by. All animals are equal but some animals are more equal.
i was crossed away.they talk to me about it,i dont know…he hurt me,deep…but i still love him, for so long…They i said i was crazy to believe on him,well i can say that im in love…so wrong is now right.
Double crossed and heart deceived, she believed in you. Dammit, sweet heart, she believed in you. She sold her soul to the devil to give you the world, because she believed you would treasure it. Treasure her. Always and forever. She believed…