there’s nothing there.
no, really, nothing.
she’s as shallow as a petri dish and about as dynamic as well, except there’s nothing growing inside her.
hmm, that definitely sounded suspiscious.
but she just is that way, she’s utterly and truly uninteresting and definitely not clever.
to what depth will I sink? To which heights will I soar?
how deep is your love, my thoughts, the thickness of my skin.
Swim in the pool of oblivion, and continue–
Depth. He had no depth, that had long been apparent to him. He was tired, but that wasn’t the problem. He was just plain, and lame. People didn’t even stop by his desk. He just sat and stared at his computer screen, terrified that his best days were behind him and that they weren’t really very good to begin with.
It was the depth of your eyes that caught me at first. I’d seen plenty of other blue-eyed girls before, but yours were a deep ocean blue that pretty much stopped me in my tracks. I had to talk to you. I had to figure out what lay inside those beautiful blue wells.
She missed his depth and the way that somehow, no matter how much of an intentional asshole he was being, she always seemed to genuinley enjoy being in his presence. Granted, it had been a while, but she knew she had to talk to him. Her stomach was twisting in all kinds of ways that it shouldn’t, and she was so nervous that he wouldn’t want to talk to her or worse, think badly of her and tell everyone, but she needed to do this, not just to talk to him, but to prove to herself that she could.
She pulled up facebook im and started typing.
depth is very difficult to draw for some people. what would be really interesting is if someone drew the great depths of the sea and the creatures that inhabit those areas. one could say it would be like drawing death itself since such creatures look like death. or aliens.
perception
it’s a tricky thing sometimes
we see the water that comes up to our knees
even if in reality, past our fears and our contradicting views
it’s only a puddle
When he thought about it too much, it terrified him. All that water pressing down on him. All those sea creatures swimming close to him. Out of his depth? Certainly.
From the depths of the sea, it came, swimming faster than one could ever believe, it struck, splitting the hull in half, sailors screaming, it returned to the depths from which it came
She noticed that when he wanted to, he could really get into depth in his conversations. She admired this about him, and felt the need to become closer.
Strip yourself of unneeded layers, fill your lungs with air, close your eyes, and dive into the depths of your imaginings. Swim around in them. Flip, swirl, and roll. Open your eyes down there, watch how everything seems to blur and mold into a beautiful alternate reality. When you come up for air, remember what it looked like. Remember what it felt like. One day it will surface and you will thrive.
i see down
further down now
then i have before…
the caverns of you
the deepness in your shallow surface
shocking.
appreciative, i applaude
the revelations revealed.
thisnewfound depth
deeply shines
a midnight shimmering puddle
your
crushed velvet
depth.
Ahaha. When I was little my mom was teaching me about how to find the area of a three dimensional shape. She showed each one of the dimensions by holding her hand in a certain direction. Every day, she would say, height, width, DEPTH! I still don’t know why she screamed depth, but it made me laugh, and it still does.
Cameron Lake is very deep and cavernous, apparently. It may house a lake monster, there have been a few sightings, but no distinct proof yet. Some hipsters too, would like to come off as deep, but a lot of the time, ironically, they just sound like pretentious idiots. wow.
Depth, it’s something I have always used to judge people. How nice are they, eh, I believe it varies. in fact, I find that those who are not as nice by conventional standards sometimes contain more depth.
He had grown up his whole life knowing that his father was a man of great character. It was not until he reached manhood that he found out the true depth of that character.
The depth of the gorge looked even more frightening from the edge. But there was no other choice. It was either this, or sacrifice her sister. She couldn’t bear to take her sister’s life away from her. Clearing her mind of all thoughts, she jumped.
Lizzie looked into his eyes and loved the depth that she saw there. It was like an ocean of warm, liquid brown chocolate. Loyal, loving eyes. They were beautiful, like integrals and calculus.
It was the depth that drew me in. Not the depth of his personality it had nothing to do with that, it was the depth of our relationship, he was the one I ran to.
the depth of the water underneath my feet
this sinking feeling, the grains drifting away
arms outstretched, mind set free
nothing to reach for, nothing to die for
i’m out of my depth.
depth always has to do with illumination and sight. The deeper you go, the harder it is to see. This could be true for the deepest depths of the the ocean, or the deepest darkest parts of one’s emotion. The farther you go, the worse your depth perception gets. It’s harder to see and to know the farther you go. And that’s just about the end of it.
sea water is deep, but so is regular water, it really has nothing to do with the water just how much of it there is, Im just sayign there is more sea water than fresh water so.. that is my real point. and Im good
under the waves of the noise, into the root of his mind, wrapping around his eyes and clouding his vision till he was within himself, sinking under the surface of his own face
depth is something I’m sometimes cared of… It’s just like hights, but it looks more negative and it sounds more sader. Don’t ask me why. It’s just something that makes me sad.
there’s nothing there.
no, really, nothing.
she’s as shallow as a petri dish and about as dynamic as well, except there’s nothing growing inside her.
hmm, that definitely sounded suspiscious.
but she just is that way, she’s utterly and truly uninteresting and definitely not clever.
The depth of your mind is endless. Yet still, people treat it as no more than a shallow pond. If only they could learn to jump in.
to what depth will I sink? To which heights will I soar?
how deep is your love, my thoughts, the thickness of my skin.
Swim in the pool of oblivion, and continue–
Depth. He had no depth, that had long been apparent to him. He was tired, but that wasn’t the problem. He was just plain, and lame. People didn’t even stop by his desk. He just sat and stared at his computer screen, terrified that his best days were behind him and that they weren’t really very good to begin with.
It was the depth of your eyes that caught me at first. I’d seen plenty of other blue-eyed girls before, but yours were a deep ocean blue that pretty much stopped me in my tracks. I had to talk to you. I had to figure out what lay inside those beautiful blue wells.
She missed his depth and the way that somehow, no matter how much of an intentional asshole he was being, she always seemed to genuinley enjoy being in his presence. Granted, it had been a while, but she knew she had to talk to him. Her stomach was twisting in all kinds of ways that it shouldn’t, and she was so nervous that he wouldn’t want to talk to her or worse, think badly of her and tell everyone, but she needed to do this, not just to talk to him, but to prove to herself that she could.
She pulled up facebook im and started typing.
the depth of the darkness was unmesurable, it was was suffocatiing, intoxicating. and it sollowed.
depth is very difficult to draw for some people. what would be really interesting is if someone drew the great depths of the sea and the creatures that inhabit those areas. one could say it would be like drawing death itself since such creatures look like death. or aliens.
It is hard to dive the depth of the deep dark waters where the ships have sunk long ago. That is why they haven’t all been found yet.
perception
it’s a tricky thing sometimes
we see the water that comes up to our knees
even if in reality, past our fears and our contradicting views
it’s only a puddle
When he thought about it too much, it terrified him. All that water pressing down on him. All those sea creatures swimming close to him. Out of his depth? Certainly.
I looked out on the ocean, wondering what I’d see If I was out there. Maybe a whale, or Lugia. Who knows.
The heavy night,
dark and breathless hanging around me like trying to peel off jeans on a humid day,
it was there
deep. Deep and perfect.
When I hear depth, I think of the ocean floor, and the vast secrets that lay in the murky deeps.
From the depths of the sea, it came, swimming faster than one could ever believe, it struck, splitting the hull in half, sailors screaming, it returned to the depths from which it came
deep, length
She noticed that when he wanted to, he could really get into depth in his conversations. She admired this about him, and felt the need to become closer.
Strip yourself of unneeded layers, fill your lungs with air, close your eyes, and dive into the depths of your imaginings. Swim around in them. Flip, swirl, and roll. Open your eyes down there, watch how everything seems to blur and mold into a beautiful alternate reality. When you come up for air, remember what it looked like. Remember what it felt like. One day it will surface and you will thrive.
i see down
further down now
then i have before…
the caverns of you
the deepness in your shallow surface
shocking.
appreciative, i applaude
the revelations revealed.
thisnewfound depth
deeply shines
a midnight shimmering puddle
your
crushed velvet
depth.
Ahaha. When I was little my mom was teaching me about how to find the area of a three dimensional shape. She showed each one of the dimensions by holding her hand in a certain direction. Every day, she would say, height, width, DEPTH! I still don’t know why she screamed depth, but it made me laugh, and it still does.
depth,
sort of like height but the other way around
how deep is the ocean
how high is the ocean, this is the question asked by bottom dwellers
Cameron Lake is very deep and cavernous, apparently. It may house a lake monster, there have been a few sightings, but no distinct proof yet. Some hipsters too, would like to come off as deep, but a lot of the time, ironically, they just sound like pretentious idiots. wow.
Depth, it’s something I have always used to judge people. How nice are they, eh, I believe it varies. in fact, I find that those who are not as nice by conventional standards sometimes contain more depth.
the end of this path is just barely focused, out of reach, just past my perception of depth
He had grown up his whole life knowing that his father was a man of great character. It was not until he reached manhood that he found out the true depth of that character.
not much in the rom at this time. Not a shame at all
The depth of the gorge looked even more frightening from the edge. But there was no other choice. It was either this, or sacrifice her sister. She couldn’t bear to take her sister’s life away from her. Clearing her mind of all thoughts, she jumped.
there was nothing beneath her eyes
they could see but
they could keep nothing, save nothing
not even you
Lizzie looked into his eyes and loved the depth that she saw there. It was like an ocean of warm, liquid brown chocolate. Loyal, loving eyes. They were beautiful, like integrals and calculus.
It was the depth that drew me in. Not the depth of his personality it had nothing to do with that, it was the depth of our relationship, he was the one I ran to.
the depth of the water underneath my feet
this sinking feeling, the grains drifting away
arms outstretched, mind set free
nothing to reach for, nothing to die for
i’m out of my depth.
The depth of her soul is very deep and she is waiting to find a lover who can match hers.
How far and how deep is your thinking in all things especially the mind? Is it dark and spooky in there or well structured and safe.
depth always has to do with illumination and sight. The deeper you go, the harder it is to see. This could be true for the deepest depths of the the ocean, or the deepest darkest parts of one’s emotion. The farther you go, the worse your depth perception gets. It’s harder to see and to know the farther you go. And that’s just about the end of it.
sea water is deep, but so is regular water, it really has nothing to do with the water just how much of it there is, Im just sayign there is more sea water than fresh water so.. that is my real point. and Im good
under the waves of the noise, into the root of his mind, wrapping around his eyes and clouding his vision till he was within himself, sinking under the surface of his own face
There is no depth to the shallow part of the ocean. It is so shallow that
I plunged into the sea.
depth is something I’m sometimes cared of… It’s just like hights, but it looks more negative and it sounds more sader. Don’t ask me why. It’s just something that makes me sad.
the depth of the soul runs farther down the rabbit hole than you think.