and crossed and double crossed…over and over again we are crossed by time and friends and work and life…the crossing never ends…the crossed are the new damned
Yes I am crossed, about a lot of things a lot of the time. People just have a way of making me pissed off, but overall, I’m a happy person with a happy life.
And I found myself at a crossroads once more. I thought of maybe going left, for no particular reason. But I didn’t. I crossed the crossroads and walked forward, not taking the path to the left. Or the one to the right.
I never thought I’d see you that cross. I tried calming you down, but you wouldn’t listen to reason.
You never did. I tried, and I tried. I held you, but you pushed me away.
I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to leave.
Hey. I was walking by and I saw you. I crossed by, and you looked up at me, and grabbed my hand.
That’s when we became friends, I guess. At a crossroads. I miss you.
he crossed her arms together, but she uncrossed them. she didnt like the fact that he was always bossing her around and telling her what to do.
“you’re my model, pose for me”, he’d say
“im your girlfriend”
“that too, but right now, you’re my model. i want your arms crossed”.
she sighed and sulked, but had nothing better to do.
crossed, like a crossed word puzzle. like star crossed lovers, like a crosswalk, like being cross, like hot cross bun, like the cross that jesus died on like the cross around my neck
When our paths crossed, I thought nothing of it. Neither did you. But fate brought us together, that is why we’re still here. Holding each other in times of crisis.
She crossed the railroad tracks, still unsure where to go. With her small bag in hand, she began to think about the people and life she was leaving behind. Yet, with all her doubts, she knew she had to trek on. So she crossed the tracks and kept moving.
I crossed my fingers, don’t do this I begged. I knew he was going to leave and it crushed me. Please don’t leave I chanted in my head, fingers and toes all crossed so hard it was starting to hurt. My knuckles white, my lips bitten and bleeding.
“I love you” I screamed, “I fucking love you”
I saw you standing there, as you always are. This time, I crossed the platform and spoke to you. You were just how I imagined you to be. I don’t know if I am disappointed by this, or relieved. No more wondering, but knowing is harder.
I felt crossed. This time she had gone too far. it wasn’t as though she hadn’t before, but this was serious. i couldn’t make her see it now, but one day she would understand. I almost felt sorry for her.
The boy and girl crossed paths..for the frourth time that week. They’d seen eachother in crossing, always meeting eyes, but never saying a word. that fourth day he got up the courage to talk to her, to finally speak to the girl he couldn’t get off of his mind.
i crossed a bridege and did not look back. it semed like the thing to do at the time, but looking back it could have been one of the worse decisions of my life. have you crossed a bridge that you wished you hadn’t?
He’d crossed that bridge many times before he decided to burn it completely. Maybe he’d never come this way again if there was no bridge. Nah, he’d just stop at the charred edges and gaze longingly at the other side and wonder why he’d never learned to swim well enough to avoid drowning.
“Cross your heart and hope to die?” She whispered softly… I looked at her. I looked at her hard. Harder than I have ever looked at anything in my life. “Yes” I whispered back. I lifted my hand to my chest. With two fingers I crossed my heart “And hope to die”.. She lifted the gun to my head and I closed my eyes…
i hate it when i crossed the bee. bees are scary, and when you make them mad, they tend to sting you. and when they sting you, it hurts a lot. like a LOT. your skin gets all pouffy and red and itchy and you will most definitely cry. do not cross a bee. ever.
criss cross tick tock goes the clock tick tock. criss cross, criss your x’s dot you t’s and spell with ease. i crossed the t and spelt with ease now please show me some morning tea!
i crossed the filthy river, a distance scream was heard, i looked up and saw her screaming down at me, ‘ahhhh!’ and i turned away, grumbling at the noise, for she was just a fool. a stupid stupid fool.
Why did the chicken cross the road? maybe because he wanted change. and with the proclamation of the new president of the philippines, there will be change. Love star-crossed
My friends cross me
I cross them
but in the end all we ever accomplish
is getting our wires crossed.
To uncross them, we never talk,
just forget
and our lives get crossed.
He crossed my eyes and crossed me out before I turned off the light and sat down at the tv to watch the movie with my girlfriend. It took a long time to get that girlfriend so I was mad he made me cross eyed before I was with her. It was really bad.
He knew not to cross him, nothing good came of it…but that never stopped him. He did it for attention, wanting desperately to be noticed by the other. And if being noticed meant acquiring a collection of bruises and scraps, then so be it. He hoped that through the painful fights and even more searing words, that the other would notice the change, the spark in his eyes; that all of this was more than it seemed. Sometimes you have to suffer for what you want most; he knew this, and wasn’t afraid to carry exactly that out.
I crossed my legs as the guards chained me to the wall. I couldn’t believe they were doing this…no I could believe. I betrayed my country, I went behind my father’s back, I fell in love with the enemy’s son.
the thicket lay between us. why didn’t I cross? because the thicket represented all the differences we had .. all the reasons we weren’t meant to be together.
Hey! I wrote about this word already! Oh well, I’m feeling a bit crossed, double crossed by todays prompt, =/ times almost up. Who cares? i don’t.
and crossed and double crossed…over and over again we are crossed by time and friends and work and life…the crossing never ends…the crossed are the new damned
Yes I am crossed, about a lot of things a lot of the time. People just have a way of making me pissed off, but overall, I’m a happy person with a happy life.
And I found myself at a crossroads once more. I thought of maybe going left, for no particular reason. But I didn’t. I crossed the crossroads and walked forward, not taking the path to the left. Or the one to the right.
I never thought I’d see you that cross. I tried calming you down, but you wouldn’t listen to reason.
You never did. I tried, and I tried. I held you, but you pushed me away.
I couldn’t take this anymore. I had to leave.
Hey. I was walking by and I saw you. I crossed by, and you looked up at me, and grabbed my hand.
That’s when we became friends, I guess. At a crossroads. I miss you.
he crossed her arms together, but she uncrossed them. she didnt like the fact that he was always bossing her around and telling her what to do.
“you’re my model, pose for me”, he’d say
“im your girlfriend”
“that too, but right now, you’re my model. i want your arms crossed”.
she sighed and sulked, but had nothing better to do.
Star-crossed. Eyes crossed. Double-crossed. Foiled again. Boris and Natasha. Julius and Ethel. Sacco and Vanzetti. Star-crossed.
Anyone who ever crossed my mother knows that they will never get a second chance. That woman could carry a grudge around the world.
You have been crossed to pay my sins.
so maybe i crossed
the line, but hon, you never
even put it down.
I crossed the desert in search of the cliff dwellers canyon. I know I will dwell there one day.
He crossed me when he said he would call me a long time ago but never did. And now I’m not sure what to believe.
crossed, like a crossed word puzzle. like star crossed lovers, like a crosswalk, like being cross, like hot cross bun, like the cross that jesus died on like the cross around my neck
criss crossed applesauce
i can’t think of anything worth writing
When our paths crossed, I thought nothing of it. Neither did you. But fate brought us together, that is why we’re still here. Holding each other in times of crisis.
Back stabbed, bamboozeld, swindled, crossed. There are a copious amount of words to describe the deceit my two best friends committed against me.
She crossed the railroad tracks, still unsure where to go. With her small bag in hand, she began to think about the people and life she was leaving behind. Yet, with all her doubts, she knew she had to trek on. So she crossed the tracks and kept moving.
I crossed my fingers, don’t do this I begged. I knew he was going to leave and it crushed me. Please don’t leave I chanted in my head, fingers and toes all crossed so hard it was starting to hurt. My knuckles white, my lips bitten and bleeding.
“I love you” I screamed, “I fucking love you”
I saw you standing there, as you always are. This time, I crossed the platform and spoke to you. You were just how I imagined you to be. I don’t know if I am disappointed by this, or relieved. No more wondering, but knowing is harder.
You made me smile
as you crossed my path
Your crossed your eyes
Made me laugh
I crossed my fingers
With hope and love
I felt crossed. This time she had gone too far. it wasn’t as though she hadn’t before, but this was serious. i couldn’t make her see it now, but one day she would understand. I almost felt sorry for her.
The boy and girl crossed paths..for the frourth time that week. They’d seen eachother in crossing, always meeting eyes, but never saying a word. that fourth day he got up the courage to talk to her, to finally speak to the girl he couldn’t get off of his mind.
i crossed a bridege and did not look back. it semed like the thing to do at the time, but looking back it could have been one of the worse decisions of my life. have you crossed a bridge that you wished you hadn’t?
He’d crossed that bridge many times before he decided to burn it completely. Maybe he’d never come this way again if there was no bridge. Nah, he’d just stop at the charred edges and gaze longingly at the other side and wonder why he’d never learned to swim well enough to avoid drowning.
“Cross your heart and hope to die?” She whispered softly… I looked at her. I looked at her hard. Harder than I have ever looked at anything in my life. “Yes” I whispered back. I lifted my hand to my chest. With two fingers I crossed my heart “And hope to die”.. She lifted the gun to my head and I closed my eyes…
i hate it when i crossed the bee. bees are scary, and when you make them mad, they tend to sting you. and when they sting you, it hurts a lot. like a LOT. your skin gets all pouffy and red and itchy and you will most definitely cry. do not cross a bee. ever.
criss cross tick tock goes the clock tick tock. criss cross, criss your x’s dot you t’s and spell with ease. i crossed the t and spelt with ease now please show me some morning tea!
i crossed the filthy river, a distance scream was heard, i looked up and saw her screaming down at me, ‘ahhhh!’ and i turned away, grumbling at the noise, for she was just a fool. a stupid stupid fool.
“Yes”, she said, “of course I love you more than anything or anyone else in the world! And I will never leave you!” But her fingers were crossed…
Jesus died on the (crossed)?!
Crossed eyes are in nowadays!! :)
Why did the chicken cross the road? maybe because he wanted change. and with the proclamation of the new president of the philippines, there will be change. Love star-crossed
My friends cross me
I cross them
but in the end all we ever accomplish
is getting our wires crossed.
To uncross them, we never talk,
just forget
and our lives get crossed.
entirely crossed by questions of life and love, utter shattered by the thought of loneliness and yet its my only companion.
He crossed my eyes and crossed me out before I turned off the light and sat down at the tv to watch the movie with my girlfriend. It took a long time to get that girlfriend so I was mad he made me cross eyed before I was with her. It was really bad.
He knew not to cross him, nothing good came of it…but that never stopped him. He did it for attention, wanting desperately to be noticed by the other. And if being noticed meant acquiring a collection of bruises and scraps, then so be it. He hoped that through the painful fights and even more searing words, that the other would notice the change, the spark in his eyes; that all of this was more than it seemed. Sometimes you have to suffer for what you want most; he knew this, and wasn’t afraid to carry exactly that out.
I crossed my legs as the guards chained me to the wall. I couldn’t believe they were doing this…no I could believe. I betrayed my country, I went behind my father’s back, I fell in love with the enemy’s son.
I had crossed lhe lasl t. That seemed to be the only point.
the thicket lay between us. why didn’t I cross? because the thicket represented all the differences we had .. all the reasons we weren’t meant to be together.
we crossed
our eyes caught each other gaze
then we walked off
neither knowing that our paths would cross again in a very short time