I live in a desert. An unbearable desert during the summer. But its a good reminder…that even though I walk through the valley of the death and dying, my Lord is what strengthens me. He is what lifts me up…even in this desert where you can’t avoid the hint of what hell might have been like if I wasn’t saved by my merciful Jesus Christ.
Sand is swirling around my head, sand is sinking in between my toes. The air is dry and the sky is a brilliant blue, the whited out circle of the sun raining down heat. A minute passes as i marvel at my surroundings, a desert i have never seen and had no intention of seeing. Then panic begins to wash over me, a cold wave strictly contrasting to the sun streaming light across my body. Where am I? How do I get out? I’m millions of miles away from my Brooklyn. Millions of miles… Suddenly I am laughing in spite of myself. This is just what I wished for.
He wanted another option, but it was the only one available. Tears washed the dirt off his cheeks, freed his eyes of sand, as he emptied the back-breaking sac he had carried over his shoulder. He looked for a moment, picked up his guitar, and kept walking into the 5 o’clock shadows.
the desert calls my name
faithfully
i do not hear it
until a cold dry wind whispers in my ever closed ear.
do not tempt me good sir
i say
do not harden my heart
do not block my way
ill get past you, too
and push into
the mirage of my reality
i promise
the desert island faded in the distance and i tried not to stare into the saddening image of an upstanding mirage. water would be oh so sweet right now, or maybe a nice soda, but i wouldnt want to get too dehydrated. Mirage it is. Maybe i should chase after it.
I realize now that life before was an oasis. And now that you’ve left my side I see it for the desert it really is. But I feel you are still with me, and no matter how much I miss you, I know you want me to tread on…
I love the every day but when I start to think about getting away from it all I sometimes feel like I’m suddenly stranded in the middle of the desert, desperate for some refreshment.
Dusty and long, high and hot. There’s nothing in the way, yet that in and of itself is the obstacle. So bright that vision is dark. Inescapable, yet completely free. In a world of contradictions, its fickle nature is the one thing that remains constant.
She huffed indignantly and tugged with barely concealed impatience at the ends of his sleeves. Without so much as a glance, he strided forward and the little girl almost stumbled over herself. She blinked some dust away, raking in her sandy surroundings with abhorrence.
the desert is a place with nothing. there could be a desert consisting of a place without love, or with only pain. a desert doesn’t have to be hot and dry, it can be wet and cold, too. that means that everyone has a different life, and that we shouldn’t expect people to be one way or another
The heat was starting to get to me. I didn’t know if what i saw could possibly be real. Sweat dripping down my face. Or a soft rain pattering on my window at home? Where was I? Lost for good, deep in this desert. The sand beneath me, hot as coals. I jump to the sky and never return again.
The cactus in the desert grew so large and their flowers bloomed in just a couple of weeks. I couldn’t believe the sight when my friend showed me her picture of them after her visiting Egypt.
Actually, desert is a good word, I guess I feel like I’m in some sort of desert. A desert void of anything but sand, no decorative bark or weird little sand bugs, or the occasional fox with pointy strange ears…the desert being a metaphor for life itself, and the sand in this case is a metaphor for the path of life, the random occurances, coincidences and grievances. I stand in the middle, a bit sweaty and a-fluster constantly desiring to drink water to see that mirage, the oasis, and still im slugging through it, repetitively trapsing along and I’ll never die of dehydration I’ll just forever be thirsty. My thirst will never be quenched, I don’t know how to quench it…with knowledge? Facts? Writing? Friends? Love? Family? Useless posessions? Perhaps the only joy I’ll find in my desert is the odd cactus and the knowledge that no matter how hot it gets I’ll always be able to carry on.
The sand rippled as heat radiated from the ground in waves that took on shapes too fantastic to be believed. I was unsure if these were hallucinations or desert mirages. Parched, I could not tell the difference.
Bria took a slow drink from her canteen and let out a sigh. swat dripped from her hair line as she scanned the endless dunes of sand. She was never gonna make it out of this desert, not alive at this rate anyway. she turned to her friend and gave a weak smile, “Come, we should continue a little further.”
Her mouth was parched as she trudge onward in the desert.
He glanced behind his shoulder, and offered a charming smile. She forced a smile back.
The things she was subjecting herself to for him.
At first the trek seemed fun. Nice way to get that glowing tan she desperately seek in tanning beds. But now… she just felt burnt to a crisp.
What foolish things love makes one do.
desert, one s because you only want to go through it once. dessert, because i could always go for seconds. taken back the moments when spelling was my biggest concern and when school consisted of learning of animals, plants, and the wonders of the nature we’d never experienced in the concrete jungle
When she came here, she was prepared with sun cream, glasses to repel the sun, and a big, floppy hat. She carried a water bottle. But nobody warned her about the wind.
desert is wonderful but I hate it. It makes me fat and I hate that. But yet comforts me when sad. It is really the devil because its so tempting and fun when you are doing it but you pay for it dearly later.
in the desert i ran out of things to say. there was no one to say them to. structures point straight to the sky. i told the stars things without words.
I ate cactus once. It was on the menu and I’d never tried cactus and it sounded interesting, so I ordered it. I thought it tasted like string beans, but the texture is different. I want to say it’s rubbery, but it’s not exactly. The surface, friction-wise, seemed rubbery, but the consistency of the whole vegetable wasn’t rubbery or chewy. It was soft, like a cooked vegetable.
Fred stared out at the memory-desert, tilting his head as the memory really did wash over him. He licked his lips nervously as he noticed the Flicker-version of himself look up at the sun before collapsing. Here in the desert, he had experienced more pain and fear than he had ever, and would ever, experience in both his lifetimes.
The dryness of his mouth reminded him about his monopolizing of the conversation the night before. He hates the way he does that. When people walk through a desert alone, it only follows that they’ll have some stories to tell, and further, that those listening, hydrated by the company of the ok, won’t know what to say.
dry, dusty, dunes, hot and sandy. people ride quads there, i want to go and shoot guns at the desert. anza borrego and glamis are two deserts. people ride dirtbikes at the desert. the desert is near my house.
dessert? no. strawberry shortcake is dessert. sahara is desert. desert. warm, dry, hot, thisty. hungry? you never hear about people being hungry int he desert, theyre always thirsty? i think i would get hungry before i got thirsty. weird. also why are deserts soooo huge? youd think they wouldve gotten smaller too, like the icebergs.
I was in the desert.Here I was.I thought that maybe I should have an epiphanyor something. A message from God, a blinding light, a mirage of a perfect world, all of it made possible my me. But no. It was just me, and sand. SO much sand.
i love chocolate. it makes me happy. it fixes everything. i can change the world with chocolate. i also like caramel thought. chocolate is the best though. hands down. this is really fun since there is no pressure to be perfect. chocolate is perfect though!
I don’t feel like i’m lost in the desert of life, but it sounds more poetic if that was the case. So for the sake of romancing my tragic life… I am lost in the desert of life.
Maybe all you see is a wasteland, but try squinting instead. Maybe you’ll find that sparkle in the desert. Find the beauty of the cactus, see how precious the snake can be. Sometimes we’ve opened our eyes too far and we’re overwhelmed by trying to take everything in. See, squinting can be beneficial every now and then.
First i thought it was dessert. but then it said desert. so now i shall say something about it in the time i have left. for some reason i can’t stop thinking about dessert. maybe i’m hungry and i want a strawberry shortcake. where was i? oh yea. desert. yellow sandy stormy eyes hurt camels? eragon. alagaesia. that book by christopher paolini with the giant desert in the center. called the hadarac desert. has anyone read the book? it’s pretty good. what else. sand sand sand. egypt. kings. sphinx. harsh, cold, hot, bipolar desert.
It was hot. Not the kind of hot where you walk out and think…it’s hot but I can live with it. No this was like on the Sun blazing hot. I didn’t understand how people actually LIVED in this heat, but they did. And they prospered. They built worlds filled with amazing emotion and zeal. It was the desert and it was alive.
I live in a desert. An unbearable desert during the summer. But its a good reminder…that even though I walk through the valley of the death and dying, my Lord is what strengthens me. He is what lifts me up…even in this desert where you can’t avoid the hint of what hell might have been like if I wasn’t saved by my merciful Jesus Christ.
Sand is swirling around my head, sand is sinking in between my toes. The air is dry and the sky is a brilliant blue, the whited out circle of the sun raining down heat. A minute passes as i marvel at my surroundings, a desert i have never seen and had no intention of seeing. Then panic begins to wash over me, a cold wave strictly contrasting to the sun streaming light across my body. Where am I? How do I get out? I’m millions of miles away from my Brooklyn. Millions of miles… Suddenly I am laughing in spite of myself. This is just what I wished for.
He wanted another option, but it was the only one available. Tears washed the dirt off his cheeks, freed his eyes of sand, as he emptied the back-breaking sac he had carried over his shoulder. He looked for a moment, picked up his guitar, and kept walking into the 5 o’clock shadows.
The desert looks tempting from outside. All the maroons and golds and orange and red. You step into it and it is all hot sand and dispair.
It’s a desert all around us. People are around but we don’t see them. In the desert we are alone.
the desert calls my name
faithfully
i do not hear it
until a cold dry wind whispers in my ever closed ear.
do not tempt me good sir
i say
do not harden my heart
do not block my way
ill get past you, too
and push into
the mirage of my reality
i promise
barren wasteland, if it has two esses it would be dessert! Geckos, coyotes snakes yikes! Thirst, mirage, Tiger, Cow, Horse, Sheep Pig
the desert island faded in the distance and i tried not to stare into the saddening image of an upstanding mirage. water would be oh so sweet right now, or maybe a nice soda, but i wouldnt want to get too dehydrated. Mirage it is. Maybe i should chase after it.
I realize now that life before was an oasis. And now that you’ve left my side I see it for the desert it really is. But I feel you are still with me, and no matter how much I miss you, I know you want me to tread on…
I love the every day but when I start to think about getting away from it all I sometimes feel like I’m suddenly stranded in the middle of the desert, desperate for some refreshment.
Dusty and long, high and hot. There’s nothing in the way, yet that in and of itself is the obstacle. So bright that vision is dark. Inescapable, yet completely free. In a world of contradictions, its fickle nature is the one thing that remains constant.
Life is one big desert. Sometimes, I just picture out there’s an oasis waiting for me somewhere.
she spoke in a whisper that spread across the horizon of purple red and blue into the stillness of the dunes a
She huffed indignantly and tugged with barely concealed impatience at the ends of his sleeves. Without so much as a glance, he strided forward and the little girl almost stumbled over herself. She blinked some dust away, raking in her sandy surroundings with abhorrence.
the desert is a place with nothing. there could be a desert consisting of a place without love, or with only pain. a desert doesn’t have to be hot and dry, it can be wet and cold, too. that means that everyone has a different life, and that we shouldn’t expect people to be one way or another
The heat was starting to get to me. I didn’t know if what i saw could possibly be real. Sweat dripping down my face. Or a soft rain pattering on my window at home? Where was I? Lost for good, deep in this desert. The sand beneath me, hot as coals. I jump to the sky and never return again.
as dry as my skin after a long shower or a walk in the cold winter. Dry skin makes me itch. I don’t like it. I don’t like dry. I like… Not dry.
The cactus in the desert grew so large and their flowers bloomed in just a couple of weeks. I couldn’t believe the sight when my friend showed me her picture of them after her visiting Egypt.
Actually, desert is a good word, I guess I feel like I’m in some sort of desert. A desert void of anything but sand, no decorative bark or weird little sand bugs, or the occasional fox with pointy strange ears…the desert being a metaphor for life itself, and the sand in this case is a metaphor for the path of life, the random occurances, coincidences and grievances. I stand in the middle, a bit sweaty and a-fluster constantly desiring to drink water to see that mirage, the oasis, and still im slugging through it, repetitively trapsing along and I’ll never die of dehydration I’ll just forever be thirsty. My thirst will never be quenched, I don’t know how to quench it…with knowledge? Facts? Writing? Friends? Love? Family? Useless posessions? Perhaps the only joy I’ll find in my desert is the odd cactus and the knowledge that no matter how hot it gets I’ll always be able to carry on.
The desert was hot and dry and barren. Big surprise, right? The desert was exactly how would picture a desert. Although, I wasn’t expecting unicorns.
The sand rippled as heat radiated from the ground in waves that took on shapes too fantastic to be believed. I was unsure if these were hallucinations or desert mirages. Parched, I could not tell the difference.
Bria took a slow drink from her canteen and let out a sigh. swat dripped from her hair line as she scanned the endless dunes of sand. She was never gonna make it out of this desert, not alive at this rate anyway. she turned to her friend and gave a weak smile, “Come, we should continue a little further.”
Her mouth was parched as she trudge onward in the desert.
He glanced behind his shoulder, and offered a charming smile. She forced a smile back.
The things she was subjecting herself to for him.
At first the trek seemed fun. Nice way to get that glowing tan she desperately seek in tanning beds. But now… she just felt burnt to a crisp.
What foolish things love makes one do.
desert, one s because you only want to go through it once. dessert, because i could always go for seconds. taken back the moments when spelling was my biggest concern and when school consisted of learning of animals, plants, and the wonders of the nature we’d never experienced in the concrete jungle
When she came here, she was prepared with sun cream, glasses to repel the sun, and a big, floppy hat. She carried a water bottle. But nobody warned her about the wind.
desert is wonderful but I hate it. It makes me fat and I hate that. But yet comforts me when sad. It is really the devil because its so tempting and fun when you are doing it but you pay for it dearly later.
my life feels like a desert
lonely
barren
dusty
brown
no friends
i stay in my house
my family
is my oasis
in the desert i ran out of things to say. there was no one to say them to. structures point straight to the sky. i told the stars things without words.
Desert
I knew this would be today’s word!
I ate cactus once. It was on the menu and I’d never tried cactus and it sounded interesting, so I ordered it. I thought it tasted like string beans, but the texture is different. I want to say it’s rubbery, but it’s not exactly. The surface, friction-wise, seemed rubbery, but the consistency of the whole vegetable wasn’t rubbery or chewy. It was soft, like a cooked vegetable.
Fred stared out at the memory-desert, tilting his head as the memory really did wash over him. He licked his lips nervously as he noticed the Flicker-version of himself look up at the sun before collapsing. Here in the desert, he had experienced more pain and fear than he had ever, and would ever, experience in both his lifetimes.
The dryness of his mouth reminded him about his monopolizing of the conversation the night before. He hates the way he does that. When people walk through a desert alone, it only follows that they’ll have some stories to tell, and further, that those listening, hydrated by the company of the ok, won’t know what to say.
dry, dusty, dunes, hot and sandy. people ride quads there, i want to go and shoot guns at the desert. anza borrego and glamis are two deserts. people ride dirtbikes at the desert. the desert is near my house.
dessert? no. strawberry shortcake is dessert. sahara is desert. desert. warm, dry, hot, thisty. hungry? you never hear about people being hungry int he desert, theyre always thirsty? i think i would get hungry before i got thirsty. weird. also why are deserts soooo huge? youd think they wouldve gotten smaller too, like the icebergs.
I was in the desert.Here I was.I thought that maybe I should have an epiphanyor something. A message from God, a blinding light, a mirage of a perfect world, all of it made possible my me. But no. It was just me, and sand. SO much sand.
i love chocolate. it makes me happy. it fixes everything. i can change the world with chocolate. i also like caramel thought. chocolate is the best though. hands down. this is really fun since there is no pressure to be perfect. chocolate is perfect though!
I don’t feel like i’m lost in the desert of life, but it sounds more poetic if that was the case. So for the sake of romancing my tragic life… I am lost in the desert of life.
jello pudding cake cookies sweet
Maybe all you see is a wasteland, but try squinting instead. Maybe you’ll find that sparkle in the desert. Find the beauty of the cactus, see how precious the snake can be. Sometimes we’ve opened our eyes too far and we’re overwhelmed by trying to take everything in. See, squinting can be beneficial every now and then.
First i thought it was dessert. but then it said desert. so now i shall say something about it in the time i have left. for some reason i can’t stop thinking about dessert. maybe i’m hungry and i want a strawberry shortcake. where was i? oh yea. desert. yellow sandy stormy eyes hurt camels? eragon. alagaesia. that book by christopher paolini with the giant desert in the center. called the hadarac desert. has anyone read the book? it’s pretty good. what else. sand sand sand. egypt. kings. sphinx. harsh, cold, hot, bipolar desert.
It was hot. Not the kind of hot where you walk out and think…it’s hot but I can live with it. No this was like on the Sun blazing hot. I didn’t understand how people actually LIVED in this heat, but they did. And they prospered. They built worlds filled with amazing emotion and zeal. It was the desert and it was alive.