pull me under
my heart has seen
a many day
where your hands have been
too tightly grasped
around my neck
albatross
i know you cannot fathom
the words that grace my lips
but these words
will always rise up
to meet the times
when we are alone
and tangled
and free.
The man dug into the ground, a hole that went to the center. A long way to dig. But on the other side, he found nothing he had not seen on the first place he had been in. It is rather amazing. To see that location does not change with digging the distance.
Deep makes me think of the ocean, dark blue and green stretching out for ever and ever, and going down for ever and ever. Never ending, and me falling through the waters forever, never hitting the bottom, watching the waves crash above me.
deep is how one would describe the ocean, specifically, the Pacific Ocean. Even more specific, it would typify the Mariana’s Trench, located in the Western Pacific, in the chain of the Mariana’s Islands, specifically Guam. Too bad I didn’t get the word specific!
Deep in my thoughts I have lots of aspirations to improve my vocabulary, writing and reading skills. This one word I guess is the choice for it. I think if i’m deeply involved in this exercise, defineatly i would improve my language.
Thanks for one word.
The scratch was deeper than he had first thought. Well what with all the excitement and the sun and the sea and the air the cut was a mere sting and an infrequent annoyance. But now since he was alone with his sorrow and his pain he realized the deepness of the cut and perhaps imagined it to be worse than it was. “women…” he muttered and chucked the charred stick to the water.
the taste of sand changes when it’s
moving under your feet
to hollows
in your lips where tears could catch
if you cried anymore, which I’m not
sure of, cause we haven’t talked for
about a month.
You said
that’s me, always ripping everyone
else’s bandages off and forever
teasing at my own
I admired you for admitting that
then & now I just look back
and see that we teased at bandages
for far too long.
Feathers the size of men littered the cavern; I was close. Quickly but quietly I drew my sword from its sheath, and stole forward. A queer, reddish light emanated from a hole in the other side of the cavern: the nest of the deep crow. I prepared for battle.
I have been drifting through deep space for so long that I can no longer remember what went before, if anything at all. The nature of space is such that I know I am moving, I must be; but the stars never change, they are stationary, each one an eternity away…
He rose from the deepest depths of the ocean, all tentacles and rubbery flesh, great wings spread wide. Soon he will roam the Earth devouring souls, and none shall escape. Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ia!
Deep water falling into the abyss
Rays swim around me like a tornado
that I’m falling into
Below it’s jet black so deep
Sleep Deep
Never to return
Deep
How deep was my love? You learn that true love conquers everything. But what about vanity and pride and ego? Can love really conquer all that? Maybe we need to learn to be loved asmuch as we need to learn to love.
Deep underneath the ocean rests a city, carved out of the rock of a mountain tall enough to touch the moon, were it on the surface. The city is one of gleaming, polished stone, but its inhabitants are borne from nightmares as deep as their city.
Falling off the deep end – that’s my life. Constantly waiting to lose my footing and fall. Looking around only proves that I can’t hold on much longer. The cliff is always there just a few inches away. I can see everything from where I sit, but it comes with a price. I will fall. It’s only a matter of time. But until then – Damn the view is nice.
‘It’s a bit dark here.’
‘How far down are we?’
‘Not too far, it’s ok, don’t be scared.’
‘We do have to go further, but i’ll be here.I’ll look after you.’
‘I wish we were home.’
‘I know, but we need to finish this. Please don’t be scared, I promise you I’ll look after you.’
ocean is vast, it’s deep. you put a word in front of me and then tell me to write about it but all i can think of is to write the word and say it. deep deep deep deep deep deep. I’m not. Probably why I can’t think of anything more to write. My brain hurts.
the water was shallow my driving instructor was reassurring i paused on the edge of the abyss for a moment or two before descending. The water went cold, dark and I froze inside. This wasn’t fun. this wasn’t the honeymoon I’d plannde what if it turned out to be marianna’s trench?
sometimes i get confused cause i don’t know quite what to believe between feelings and reality because reality is based on feelings and feelings are based on reality. this is deep for me to comprehend because i’ve always fallen for feelings.
its hard to think of something profound, or deep, if you will, to write for these things… the word deep has plenty of meanings. i prefer to associate it with a type of water that young children and inexperience swimmers should not venture into.
You think this is deep? You should see it when even the fish need some sort of fleshy pressure suit, and lope around the seabed like they’re lugging around an invisible sack of potatoes. No, no, keep going. Deeper. Nearly there.
Everyone always talks about things being deep. But what do they actually mean? Are you saying something deep by avoiding a cliche? How about if you really mean what you say? Or if you’re genuine about a cliche? Saying what we don’t expect to hea might be pleasant to the ears but is it really deep? I prefer heart-felt to original crap. But preference doesn’t really make something deep, either, now does it.
deep as an ocean deep as despair deep thoughts it hurts to delve into the minds of the deep it’s like trying to breath underneath the deepest ocean without any idea no sight no sound it’s stifled but the best come out alive and when you see the end result you realize that darwin was truly a genius in the art of science
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Deep is the ocean, deep my dreams.
I have occasionally dived through bubbles to the bottom,
finding spilled treasure, shipwrecks, and skeletons.
Skeletons of old loves, scattered like pieces of gold across the white sand of the bottom, the seaweed undulating in the water,
while overhead the shark seeking me awaits, knowing that I must eventually surface.
I went to see a priest today and i said to him, “Father I killed a man.”
The priest said, “oh my thats no good.”
Then I told him, “father I lied about killing a man.”
deep is my wonder
garbled over millbrook knockers
I see from the trembling hoofprints
a fat-bellied cow has passed this way
swaying
lumbering
moving towards the ax
that gives up time for nothing but
to look up and wonder why
the skies appear so deep
deep
pull me under
my heart has seen
a many day
where your hands have been
too tightly grasped
around my neck
albatross
i know you cannot fathom
the words that grace my lips
but these words
will always rise up
to meet the times
when we are alone
and tangled
and free.
deep as the stars in the sky when I’m lying on my back squinting through the haze of my short-sightedness. Not really that deep then I suppose…
The man dug into the ground, a hole that went to the center. A long way to dig. But on the other side, he found nothing he had not seen on the first place he had been in. It is rather amazing. To see that location does not change with digging the distance.
Deep in the bottom of the sea, there was…
wait for it.
No, seriously, wait for it.
SAND! HAH! I’m a genius.
sea , thoughts, feelings , impact, digging, hole,
I asked only for forgiveness, now don’t gorge my eyes out, sentimentality has done enough for me, and letting go is the only way.
She asked if she could blow the stars right out of the sky, I said why not?
After all, there was no meaning of them anyway.
I asked only for forgiveness, now don’t gorge my eyes out, sentimentality has done enough for me, and letting go is the only way.
Deep makes me think of the ocean, dark blue and green stretching out for ever and ever, and going down for ever and ever. Never ending, and me falling through the waters forever, never hitting the bottom, watching the waves crash above me.
deep is how one would describe the ocean, specifically, the Pacific Ocean. Even more specific, it would typify the Mariana’s Trench, located in the Western Pacific, in the chain of the Mariana’s Islands, specifically Guam. Too bad I didn’t get the word specific!
Deep in my thoughts I have lots of aspirations to improve my vocabulary, writing and reading skills. This one word I guess is the choice for it. I think if i’m deeply involved in this exercise, defineatly i would improve my language.
Thanks for one word.
The scratch was deeper than he had first thought. Well what with all the excitement and the sun and the sea and the air the cut was a mere sting and an infrequent annoyance. But now since he was alone with his sorrow and his pain he realized the deepness of the cut and perhaps imagined it to be worse than it was. “women…” he muttered and chucked the charred stick to the water.
The deep thoughts in my head are trying to explain themselves. They won
deep blue sea
crashing, roaring
waves washing over me
dolphins swimming in the moonlight
how i wish i could be like them
free
amongst the wave
the taste of sand changes when it’s
moving under your feet
to hollows
in your lips where tears could catch
if you cried anymore, which I’m not
sure of, cause we haven’t talked for
about a month.
You said
that’s me, always ripping everyone
else’s bandages off and forever
teasing at my own
I admired you for admitting that
then & now I just look back
and see that we teased at bandages
for far too long.
Feathers the size of men littered the cavern; I was close. Quickly but quietly I drew my sword from its sheath, and stole forward. A queer, reddish light emanated from a hole in the other side of the cavern: the nest of the deep crow. I prepared for battle.
I have been drifting through deep space for so long that I can no longer remember what went before, if anything at all. The nature of space is such that I know I am moving, I must be; but the stars never change, they are stationary, each one an eternity away…
He rose from the deepest depths of the ocean, all tentacles and rubbery flesh, great wings spread wide. Soon he will roam the Earth devouring souls, and none shall escape. Ia! Ia! Cthulhu fhtagn! Ia!
Deep water falling into the abyss
Rays swim around me like a tornado
that I’m falling into
Below it’s jet black so deep
Sleep Deep
Never to return
Deep
Deeply disturbing, dark and demented. Damaged, destroyed, delivering disastrous dreams. Distracting, divisive, dangerous, deadly.
How deep was my love? You learn that true love conquers everything. But what about vanity and pride and ego? Can love really conquer all that? Maybe we need to learn to be loved asmuch as we need to learn to love.
Deep down I knew. But the funny thing about those things we only know deep down is they reach the surface too late.
Deep underneath the ocean rests a city, carved out of the rock of a mountain tall enough to touch the moon, were it on the surface. The city is one of gleaming, polished stone, but its inhabitants are borne from nightmares as deep as their city.
Falling off the deep end – that’s my life. Constantly waiting to lose my footing and fall. Looking around only proves that I can’t hold on much longer. The cliff is always there just a few inches away. I can see everything from where I sit, but it comes with a price. I will fall. It’s only a matter of time. But until then – Damn the view is nice.
‘It’s a bit dark here.’
‘How far down are we?’
‘Not too far, it’s ok, don’t be scared.’
‘We do have to go further, but i’ll be here.I’ll look after you.’
‘I wish we were home.’
‘I know, but we need to finish this. Please don’t be scared, I promise you I’ll look after you.’
ocean is vast, it’s deep. you put a word in front of me and then tell me to write about it but all i can think of is to write the word and say it. deep deep deep deep deep deep. I’m not. Probably why I can’t think of anything more to write. My brain hurts.
the water was shallow my driving instructor was reassurring i paused on the edge of the abyss for a moment or two before descending. The water went cold, dark and I froze inside. This wasn’t fun. this wasn’t the honeymoon I’d plannde what if it turned out to be marianna’s trench?
sometimes i get confused cause i don’t know quite what to believe between feelings and reality because reality is based on feelings and feelings are based on reality. this is deep for me to comprehend because i’ve always fallen for feelings.
its hard to think of something profound, or deep, if you will, to write for these things… the word deep has plenty of meanings. i prefer to associate it with a type of water that young children and inexperience swimmers should not venture into.
like the people shaped
holes I make
for feelings
unfulfilled & fleeting
see
everyone I love
loves to be alone
eventually
love’ll leave
an exit wound
somewhere
I always leave ’em
laughing
they always leave me
curled up in bed
last words will make lies
out of everything else said
another
distance got the best of me
this time
You think this is deep? You should see it when even the fish need some sort of fleshy pressure suit, and lope around the seabed like they’re lugging around an invisible sack of potatoes. No, no, keep going. Deeper. Nearly there.
Stop.
Something’s wrong. Your pressure guage. It’s-
ocean blue thers are 4 of them in the world
it takes a boat to sail on them and a big one at that I love stories about oc
Everyone always talks about things being deep. But what do they actually mean? Are you saying something deep by avoiding a cliche? How about if you really mean what you say? Or if you’re genuine about a cliche? Saying what we don’t expect to hea might be pleasant to the ears but is it really deep? I prefer heart-felt to original crap. But preference doesn’t really make something deep, either, now does it.
deep as an ocean deep as despair deep thoughts it hurts to delve into the minds of the deep it’s like trying to breath underneath the deepest ocean without any idea no sight no sound it’s stifled but the best come out alive and when you see the end result you realize that darwin was truly a genius in the art of science
Deep into my mind, there is a cure for cancer, an end to the oil crisis, a reason for my insecurities.
I’ll find it all one day.
and i fall…
its dark..cold and i have no feeling..i am darkness..i am the night.
perhaps it will never end.
it never should.
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Deep is the ocean, deep my dreams.
I have occasionally dived through bubbles to the bottom,
finding spilled treasure, shipwrecks, and skeletons.
Skeletons of old loves, scattered like pieces of gold across the white sand of the bottom, the seaweed undulating in the water,
while overhead the shark seeking me awaits, knowing that I must eventually surface.
Deep.
Deep in my heart.
Deep in my body and my veins.
Deep in my brain.
The very fibers of my being.
My thoughts and feelings.
I only find confusion.
I only find chaos.
There is no oasis.
There is no summer vacation.
The war goes on without end.
When will I ever come home from it?
When will I ever be whole?
Deep down in my soul.
I went to see a priest today and i said to him, “Father I killed a man.”
The priest said, “oh my thats no good.”
Then I told him, “father I lied about killing a man.”
deep is my wonder
garbled over millbrook knockers
I see from the trembling hoofprints
a fat-bellied cow has passed this way
swaying
lumbering
moving towards the ax
that gives up time for nothing but
to look up and wonder why
the skies appear so deep
deep