Deep in the middle of the night, I lie in bed and wonder when I will get to sleep. The depth of my thought seems so intense and amazing and the time, but in the morning I recognize it as insomnia-related rambling. Isn’t that true of a lot of things that are “deep” – they really aren’t?
Is like the ocean. I imagine that lie down there. I honestly wouldn’t want to meet up with any of them. Imagine a large, no huge, giant squid just coming at you. Maybe it goes by? Maybe it doesn’t. It probably doesn’t. In fact I bet it just eats you. But only after attacking you with it’s tentacles. But that’s not even the worst part. Likely there are more horrors down in the deep. I’d like to avoid the whole thing in general yet I am fascinated by it.
deep is a very shallow point in water. Submarines have to go very far down to get to what we consider deep. Deep can also mean a person is very emotional and thoughtful about an idea. They care a lot about something so they become deep about eh subject.
Underwater deep is very cool
deep oceans like veins i am just at the top, a little below the surface. deep is iraq. shallow is having to move. deep is sudan. i am drowning in shallow water, in rock pools. they are drowning in bottomless oceans
The ocean was deep with many strange creatures. He had never experienced being so cut off from his familiar environment, never seen such alien landscape and strange light falling over it. Suddenly he wished for a mermaid to appear and take him into his hands for eternity.
down to the depths of the ocean we go to release or withdraw ourselves from the constant badgering of a society that walks around with closed eyes and narrow minds.
Right now I am a little frustrated and scared. I find myself wandering aimlessly with little or no clear direction. I know that i better get my act together or I will be lost.
chop suey and chopsticks are hard to use. ocean. if i wanted to write about the meaning of life I would have called my mother. she always has something annoying and wise to say.
sometimes falng into a hole can be deadly especially if that hole is deep. D epth is the cause of not just death but other things. For example, the depth of my feelings result in the love I have and the children I bear with my love.
Depth brings life in some sense but death or injury in a practical sense.
deep thoughts filled Kate’s mind as she walked through th field. There was so much tothink about, she coudln’t let herself get too caught up with thoughts of her past. No she had to think about her future and where she would be going. THere had to be more to life then jsut work, more then the lame existance she delt with.
Deep as the ocean they always say. Deep as the love someone feels for you. A few years ago the hippies would say it with such reverence. “That was DEEP man!”
the oceans we play in at the beach are so vastly deep.
if only i could reach the bottom and build a little house to live in down there, forever close to my most favorite things.
deep in the deep blue sea, deep beneath the ocean, at the bottom of the well, the bottom of the world. down in the dark, where the fishes glow and the plankton shimmer. where the water weighs like the sins of the world. there is nowhere colder than the bottom of the world.
in the to ocean the life recedes as the darkness overwhelms the one man in the lifeboat. Never again shall his heart beat for the fish he lost or the love he found. Crashing over him with inky darkness.
deep? just like jackie. poop. that’s not fun. anyway. deep is lots of stuff… I like deep snow. “YO SO DEEP” kind of deep, y’know? am I supposed to be timing this myself? an ocean is deep. I don’t like deep things that are like bottomless. urgh. I lik eto believe that I think really deep. no I don’t. lul. everything’s pretty deep. music’s deep.
The storm raged on the surface. The winds whipped violently as the waves crashed down with as much anger as the lightning and thunder of the sky. Everything was turning and tumbling, being ripped and ripping in a horrible display of nature’s wrath. But down…where the water becomes pitch. So deep down…everything was calm.
How deep is my love for Aaron? How high is the sky? How tall are the redwoods? How wide are the Great Plains? How hard is a diamond? How far is the universe? Answer these questions and you will know. It’s that and so much more.
one time at a male-beauty contest that i was watching, one of the contestants said that he should win because he deep throats. it kind of freaked me out that he felt as if that would entice anyone to vote for him.
it was one of those moments where i was actually really embarassed for him. weird.
It was a deep well I peered into. I knew I would have to jump but the anticipation was eating away at me like an ant furiously working on a leaf. It was the trepedation you feel when you know you have to do something but it still scares the shit out of you. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I took the plunge into the waiting darkness.
like the mountain valley, it makes me want to jump into it. deep into the ocean, filled with plant life and animals, animals which we’ll never see again. experiences that other people will never experience, pressure which our bodies will never go through again. Deep like looking into a crying persons eyes, seeing the depth of their soul and their honestly screaming out at you to heal them.
thoughtful. thought-provoking. in deep thought. that’s what it is, right? or it’s just water, sinking down to the bottom black without the aid of the sun to light your way an alien environment where you are not in control. i’m scared of deep ocean waters. give me the deep end of the pool any day.
I gaze into his light brown eyes–so deep, so at odds with his laid-back, devil-may-care grin–and I wonder what he’s thinking about. It could be as trivial as “My, what a nice day it is”, or maybe “She looks lovely in that shade of blue.” The sunlight glinting sheepishly off those eyes, as if cowed to be in the presence of one so gloroius, highlights the tissue-paper crinkles at the corners, reminds me of the tropical scene tatooed on his muscular back. I remember the day he first showed it to me, his tanned skin unblemished and cool beneath my trembling fingers as he urged “Go ahead, touch it. It won’t fall off.” What I wouldn’t give to stroke the coiled muscles of his shoulders again, to turn my shallow longing into the deepest of desires.
deep ocean. swirling seas and bubbling waves, crashing into the rocks after being churned up from the endless deep of their dwelling. the deep creatures and animals which lurk and leap out hide in deep corners waiting for their deep prey.
god i can’t begin to think about it all. is it letting go? is it holding on? i cannot take myself out of reality long enough to consider it all. i want to fall fall fall like this for as long as it takes. forever maybe? where will we end up… i don’t know.
the ocean. Someone once said I am deep. I don’t know how you can see that in someone. I mean you wouldn’t think deep is written on your sleeve or on the surface. Deep means understanding.
i am in deep trouble. things are not going the way they ought to be going. i wish i had more control over my liferather than having the events of my life dictated by those who suppose they care and love for me. maybe i’m cynical, maybe i’m stubborn but i’ve always had this crazy idea that my life was meant to be for me – for me to do with it what i wished to do. my every action is criticised and scrutinised, while, at a later date, it is condoned. no wonder i appear to be the most confused person in the world. people tell me to do what i want, yet, simultaneously, they want me to want what they want. not everything is up to me…
like a well in the dark maybe youve fallen down empty bottomless. infinite abyss. lost forever. best way to be. yay. like the sea and blueblack. with lamps all around so you can see everything learly
Deep in the middle of the night, I lie in bed and wonder when I will get to sleep. The depth of my thought seems so intense and amazing and the time, but in the morning I recognize it as insomnia-related rambling. Isn’t that true of a lot of things that are “deep” – they really aren’t?
deeeeeeeeeeep like the ocean.
Is like the ocean. I imagine that lie down there. I honestly wouldn’t want to meet up with any of them. Imagine a large, no huge, giant squid just coming at you. Maybe it goes by? Maybe it doesn’t. It probably doesn’t. In fact I bet it just eats you. But only after attacking you with it’s tentacles. But that’s not even the worst part. Likely there are more horrors down in the deep. I’d like to avoid the whole thing in general yet I am fascinated by it.
deep is a very shallow point in water. Submarines have to go very far down to get to what we consider deep. Deep can also mean a person is very emotional and thoughtful about an idea. They care a lot about something so they become deep about eh subject.
Underwater deep is very cool
deep oceans like veins i am just at the top, a little below the surface. deep is iraq. shallow is having to move. deep is sudan. i am drowning in shallow water, in rock pools. they are drowning in bottomless oceans
The ocean was deep with many strange creatures. He had never experienced being so cut off from his familiar environment, never seen such alien landscape and strange light falling over it. Suddenly he wished for a mermaid to appear and take him into his hands for eternity.
thoughts. conversations. ocean’s bottom. the neverending sky. the heart’s beat. love. darkness.
deep is my love for you, my thoughts, my caring, my words
down to the depths of the ocean we go to release or withdraw ourselves from the constant badgering of a society that walks around with closed eyes and narrow minds.
Right now I am a little frustrated and scared. I find myself wandering aimlessly with little or no clear direction. I know that i better get my act together or I will be lost.
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deep brown eyes. deep blue sea. deep orange leaves in autumn. deep green forest. deep red apples. how deep is your love. deep
chop suey and chopsticks are hard to use. ocean. if i wanted to write about the meaning of life I would have called my mother. she always has something annoying and wise to say.
Deep love
Deep hatred
Deep seeded
Deep thought
Deep in thought
Deeper than the deep blue sea
My soul
Deep
The green line will run out
Soon
Deep
sometimes falng into a hole can be deadly especially if that hole is deep. D epth is the cause of not just death but other things. For example, the depth of my feelings result in the love I have and the children I bear with my love.
Depth brings life in some sense but death or injury in a practical sense.
deep thoughts filled Kate’s mind as she walked through th field. There was so much tothink about, she coudln’t let herself get too caught up with thoughts of her past. No she had to think about her future and where she would be going. THere had to be more to life then jsut work, more then the lame existance she delt with.
ocean and truth
Deep as the ocean they always say. Deep as the love someone feels for you. A few years ago the hippies would say it with such reverence. “That was DEEP man!”
the oceans we play in at the beach are so vastly deep.
if only i could reach the bottom and build a little house to live in down there, forever close to my most favorite things.
deep in the deep blue sea, deep beneath the ocean, at the bottom of the well, the bottom of the world. down in the dark, where the fishes glow and the plankton shimmer. where the water weighs like the sins of the world. there is nowhere colder than the bottom of the world.
in the to ocean the life recedes as the darkness overwhelms the one man in the lifeboat. Never again shall his heart beat for the fish he lost or the love he found. Crashing over him with inky darkness.
deep? just like jackie. poop. that’s not fun. anyway. deep is lots of stuff… I like deep snow. “YO SO DEEP” kind of deep, y’know? am I supposed to be timing this myself? an ocean is deep. I don’t like deep things that are like bottomless. urgh. I lik eto believe that I think really deep. no I don’t. lul. everything’s pretty deep. music’s deep.
blue sea thoughts understanding
The storm raged on the surface. The winds whipped violently as the waves crashed down with as much anger as the lightning and thunder of the sky. Everything was turning and tumbling, being ripped and ripping in a horrible display of nature’s wrath. But down…where the water becomes pitch. So deep down…everything was calm.
How deep is my love for Aaron? How high is the sky? How tall are the redwoods? How wide are the Great Plains? How hard is a diamond? How far is the universe? Answer these questions and you will know. It’s that and so much more.
one time at a male-beauty contest that i was watching, one of the contestants said that he should win because he deep throats. it kind of freaked me out that he felt as if that would entice anyone to vote for him.
it was one of those moments where i was actually really embarassed for him. weird.
It was a deep well I peered into. I knew I would have to jump but the anticipation was eating away at me like an ant furiously working on a leaf. It was the trepedation you feel when you know you have to do something but it still scares the shit out of you. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Then I took the plunge into the waiting darkness.
like the mountain valley, it makes me want to jump into it. deep into the ocean, filled with plant life and animals, animals which we’ll never see again. experiences that other people will never experience, pressure which our bodies will never go through again. Deep like looking into a crying persons eyes, seeing the depth of their soul and their honestly screaming out at you to heal them.
thoughtful. thought-provoking. in deep thought. that’s what it is, right? or it’s just water, sinking down to the bottom black without the aid of the sun to light your way an alien environment where you are not in control. i’m scared of deep ocean waters. give me the deep end of the pool any day.
I gaze into his light brown eyes–so deep, so at odds with his laid-back, devil-may-care grin–and I wonder what he’s thinking about. It could be as trivial as “My, what a nice day it is”, or maybe “She looks lovely in that shade of blue.” The sunlight glinting sheepishly off those eyes, as if cowed to be in the presence of one so gloroius, highlights the tissue-paper crinkles at the corners, reminds me of the tropical scene tatooed on his muscular back. I remember the day he first showed it to me, his tanned skin unblemished and cool beneath my trembling fingers as he urged “Go ahead, touch it. It won’t fall off.” What I wouldn’t give to stroke the coiled muscles of his shoulders again, to turn my shallow longing into the deepest of desires.
deep ocean. swirling seas and bubbling waves, crashing into the rocks after being churned up from the endless deep of their dwelling. the deep creatures and animals which lurk and leap out hide in deep corners waiting for their deep prey.
A crevasse is deep and so is the hole in the world that everything falls through.
Doo-doo can be deep, and so can peope, but mostly as undergraduates.
The word is dark in hue, and rich.
deep, flowing like the rainbows,
colors awash in my soul like,
a symphony of following flows,
like the sounds of a kite,
hiding in the sky.
Oh childhood how forsaken,
I didn’t know who to thank,
when the spell of magic broken,
it was how my heart inside me, sank.
A paintbrush in the northern sky,
stars decorate the lonely moon,
no one asks the question why,
beauty is so, to want it soon.
god i can’t begin to think about it all. is it letting go? is it holding on? i cannot take myself out of reality long enough to consider it all. i want to fall fall fall like this for as long as it takes. forever maybe? where will we end up… i don’t know.
the ocean. Someone once said I am deep. I don’t know how you can see that in someone. I mean you wouldn’t think deep is written on your sleeve or on the surface. Deep means understanding.
ocean, einstein, music, art, lyrics, world, life
deep love,etenal long lasting, never dies
He argued, but it was and he drowned.
i am in deep trouble. things are not going the way they ought to be going. i wish i had more control over my liferather than having the events of my life dictated by those who suppose they care and love for me. maybe i’m cynical, maybe i’m stubborn but i’ve always had this crazy idea that my life was meant to be for me – for me to do with it what i wished to do. my every action is criticised and scrutinised, while, at a later date, it is condoned. no wonder i appear to be the most confused person in the world. people tell me to do what i want, yet, simultaneously, they want me to want what they want. not everything is up to me…
fear the abyss
like a well in the dark maybe youve fallen down empty bottomless. infinite abyss. lost forever. best way to be. yay. like the sea and blueblack. with lamps all around so you can see everything learly