it is hot and dry and I want to crawl under my car. They say it is cooler under the car in the desert. it is miles and miles of dust and sun and sky and funny little plants I might be able to eat if I knew what to do with them
It was hot as I came to rest at one of the best spots in the village that I could find. The food was not the best, but the desert was worth commenting about.
desert is somtehing that makes you feel good after a horrible dinner :D like resting in peace after a life of shame and desperity and shit. that is desert. fuck yeah…
I was stranded in the desert. Nothing but tiny grains of sand. It was burning hot, I needed water but all I could think about was how my grade school teach taught me how to remember the different spellings between “desert” and “dessert”.
It was a strange desert, something so foreign and unusual. All the emptiness one becomes accustomed to around here is frightening. There wasn’t sand or cacti or reptiles. But everything about it sure felt deserted.
A hot place where theres no water, camels that like to walk. You can die if you dont drink regulary. Desert has one ‘S’ so you can tell the differencvve between dessert.
is hot. cat dog duck edjhfshjdgfvgdhgfvhjdgbhdhkh djhvdghfvvbv sghdghsc and then the jsdgvhjygsdhjfvhjdbxcnv xhjgyu hjvjvhnv nbmvghftyrlkukrtkhdgcm b rthere are camels who live at/in the desert…. jtyhfyhjtdthedgfdfsjtdgtfkhfghfkydtydthdthydhfhfyhdgfluyfityytewrtsrtsrtsrtsrtsrgdgfddffdfdffgffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffnhghhjfyufffft
Please don’t go, I said as she stared at me. I can’t stay here, I can’t stay any longer, she said. Just wait a while, let’s–
But I couldn’t say any more. My eyes blurred and she was gone.
Walking and walking and walking. Towards a mirage that seems to be getting closer and closer. The heat bearing down on his sunburnt neck as he stumbles towards an escape that will never come.
I live in the most beautiful place on earth. Moab, Utah. most people haven’t heard of it–only the awesome people have. Orange desert, blue skies, yellow flowers and white clouds, what more can you ask for? Only that it be 100 degrees year-round, that’s what….
I imagine it must be a similar sensation, something like the Gobi, a field of white without water. I fail to remember factually whether or not this winter landscape, a veritable tundra, a sweep of downy flake (as it were in his eyes), constitutes a technical or scientific desert. I can’t imagine that would be right. All I see is a kind of sustenance.
Well isn’t it Ironic? Isn’t this my fears? Deep rooting and over powering at times? I blame you… I blame you mother of mine… how dear you abandon – forsake – leave – quit – relinquish me. desert me? You left me with just a simple note and a gaping wound to hide. The days months and years have turned it to scar. But he only sees an insecurity in me.
i feel deserted
on this island
that has become my only friend
yes, the place i go in my mind
is desert-like
with sand yet it is more a pink clay
and i sit
while every person have drifted farther of my desert island
all i have is me
desert. almost like dessert, but a completely different meaning. And anyhow, dessert plural, spelled backward is stressed. But you can make it BETTER by saying stressed backwards is desserts. Yes’m? :)
blurbblurbblurbblurbblurbblurbblurb….
My favorite desert would have to be my great aunt’s Albanian baklava. The nutty sweetness and the flakiness of this delectable pastry has been perfected.
Desert of mine,
So cold
As I melt in your blistering sun
Why do you leave me,
Stealing the wind
Rain
And voices
Now the only thing left
Is the slowing sound of my heart beat,
For my soul left long ago.
Desert makes me think of that old anime, the Weathering Continent. Well, I’m pretty sure that’s what it was called. It had an interesting premise, but unfortunately it was based on a series of novels and there was only just the one movie and no novel translation for any Westerner to read. Meaning, I’m pretty sure I only got part of the story.
“It was a hot day. The two figures marched on, dragging their feet. The noonday sun blazed down on them in the desert. Dehydrated, dirty, beaten down, the figures trudge onward. Onward they trudge. Trudge, trudge, tr—” Spencer stopped suddenly when Hank pushed him sharply with a hand to his chest.
“If you don’t shut the hell up,” Hank screamed through parched lips, “I’m going to beat you to death with this empty canteen!”
Walking endlessly, feeling the dry air swirling, saturated with lifelessness. Falling, it’s hard to walk, could we just be swimming? But at night, when all cools, and you’re lying on the ground dying, look up at the dark blue sky and see the millions of stars dancing for you.
Water is precious, so save it, but you can’t help letting one tear drop when you realize that, even in all this emptiness, there is still so much beauty.
As I was crawling in the desert, I realized something. I might never be able to see my family again. The thought of never saying goodbye to them just broke my heart. I stopped. I licked my dry lips. This was it. It was over. I looked up at the sky. Goodbye, cruel world.
My affection for you spreads like a sprawling desert. There will come a time when all that remains of your memory are bleached bones buried within sand dunes. Snakes will slither between your ribs as they make their home in the scattered fragments of your skull.
It’s true I loved you once, but no more. The rains have gone and all that remains is sunshine.
you’ve left me. gone. i’m waiting. waiting for what? i don’t want to hope. i don’t want to wish or dream or guess or suppose anything. and i shouldn’t have to. if it were right it would happen and i wouldn’t have to do any of those things to get what i’m looking for. i think that if anything, distance makes the heart question its intentions. i hope yours has found its to be true and well placed because i’m still not sure about mine.
It was dark but that made no difference. The darkness was supposed to bring coldness and chilly air, no matter where you were. But if anything else it was hotter than it had been during the day. I needed to find somewhere to survive.
What a god-awful place to be. Could anything worse have been chosen but this empty, forsaken desert? It was a small abandoned town and it was only a matter of time before a tumbleweed blew it’s way through in order to add to the cliche of this horrid, arid, disgusting place.
Something someone unfaithful will usually do. It’s as equal as watching a friend die right before your eyes, and not even do anything about it. Not even trying to help them. Just leaving them alone, to be tortured. Something you should never do to a kind one.
As they continued to cross the desert, they knew they had no hope. Their love kept them going. It wasn’t until the cold night came upon them they said there final “I love you”.
Like stark stacked blocks or lumps of sand everywhere.
I didn’t know what to make of it, good grief, I didn’t want to know what to make of it. There were a thousand and one other things I had to deal with and somehow, it didn’t involve clawing my way out of an imagined nightmare because a certain lackey had managed to tangle himself up.
Again.
Why, oh why is it that I inspire such leadership without even trying? Life would be bliss, if they would all just leave me alone or follow my instructions to the letter.
people always confuse desert and dessert. one is a dry, sandy place, one it a sweet, delicious food. i only say this because i get confused too and don’t want to write about the wrong one.
humid air suffocating your lungs
rays burning holes through your bones
it is hot and dry and I want to crawl under my car. They say it is cooler under the car in the desert. it is miles and miles of dust and sun and sky and funny little plants I might be able to eat if I knew what to do with them
It was hot as I came to rest at one of the best spots in the village that I could find. The food was not the best, but the desert was worth commenting about.
desert is somtehing that makes you feel good after a horrible dinner :D like resting in peace after a life of shame and desperity and shit. that is desert. fuck yeah…
It was hot.
Incredibly, ridiculously hot and it was a wonder why I was there in the first place. How did I get to such a place? Why was I sent to such a hell?
The incessant amounts of sand. The cactus. The vast land.
… this made no sense.
Oh, right.
Dreams usually make no sense.
I was stranded in the desert. Nothing but tiny grains of sand. It was burning hot, I needed water but all I could think about was how my grade school teach taught me how to remember the different spellings between “desert” and “dessert”.
It was a strange desert, something so foreign and unusual. All the emptiness one becomes accustomed to around here is frightening. There wasn’t sand or cacti or reptiles. But everything about it sure felt deserted.
A hot place where theres no water, camels that like to walk. You can die if you dont drink regulary. Desert has one ‘S’ so you can tell the differencvve between dessert.
is hot. cat dog duck edjhfshjdgfvgdhgfvhjdgbhdhkh djhvdghfvvbv sghdghsc and then the jsdgvhjygsdhjfvhjdbxcnv xhjgyu hjvjvhnv nbmvghftyrlkukrtkhdgcm b rthere are camels who live at/in the desert…. jtyhfyhjtdthedgfdfsjtdgtfkhfghfkydtydthdthydhfhfyhdgfluyfityytewrtsrtsrtsrtsrtsrgdgfddffdfdffgffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffnhghhjfyufffft
Desert – the bane of my existence! I love it – and it loves me! It stays with me forever! There is no such thing as a “no calorie” desert!
harsh terrain of sand and broken dreams :'( the desert level in Uncharted 3 was pretty awesome though, badass
Please don’t go, I said as she stared at me. I can’t stay here, I can’t stay any longer, she said. Just wait a while, let’s–
But I couldn’t say any more. My eyes blurred and she was gone.
Walking and walking and walking. Towards a mirage that seems to be getting closer and closer. The heat bearing down on his sunburnt neck as he stumbles towards an escape that will never come.
I live in the most beautiful place on earth. Moab, Utah. most people haven’t heard of it–only the awesome people have. Orange desert, blue skies, yellow flowers and white clouds, what more can you ask for? Only that it be 100 degrees year-round, that’s what….
sand camel arab rajasthan heat cold night sun hot day water death africa poor poverty cactus yellow sky empty nobody far-off place
I imagine it must be a similar sensation, something like the Gobi, a field of white without water. I fail to remember factually whether or not this winter landscape, a veritable tundra, a sweep of downy flake (as it were in his eyes), constitutes a technical or scientific desert. I can’t imagine that would be right. All I see is a kind of sustenance.
Well isn’t it Ironic? Isn’t this my fears? Deep rooting and over powering at times? I blame you… I blame you mother of mine… how dear you abandon – forsake – leave – quit – relinquish me. desert me? You left me with just a simple note and a gaping wound to hide. The days months and years have turned it to scar. But he only sees an insecurity in me.
i feel deserted
on this island
that has become my only friend
yes, the place i go in my mind
is desert-like
with sand yet it is more a pink clay
and i sit
while every person have drifted farther of my desert island
all i have is me
desert. almost like dessert, but a completely different meaning. And anyhow, dessert plural, spelled backward is stressed. But you can make it BETTER by saying stressed backwards is desserts. Yes’m? :)
blurbblurbblurbblurbblurbblurbblurb….
I don’t like this word..It reminds me of the hot and nasty summer camping trips that I used to go on with my family.
My favorite desert would have to be my great aunt’s Albanian baklava. The nutty sweetness and the flakiness of this delectable pastry has been perfected.
Desert of mine,
So cold
As I melt in your blistering sun
Why do you leave me,
Stealing the wind
Rain
And voices
Now the only thing left
Is the slowing sound of my heart beat,
For my soul left long ago.
the food or the place? I always get them mixed up. But if I had to compromise I would love to have ice cream in the desert.
Desert makes me think of that old anime, the Weathering Continent. Well, I’m pretty sure that’s what it was called. It had an interesting premise, but unfortunately it was based on a series of novels and there was only just the one movie and no novel translation for any Westerner to read. Meaning, I’m pretty sure I only got part of the story.
“It was a hot day. The two figures marched on, dragging their feet. The noonday sun blazed down on them in the desert. Dehydrated, dirty, beaten down, the figures trudge onward. Onward they trudge. Trudge, trudge, tr—” Spencer stopped suddenly when Hank pushed him sharply with a hand to his chest.
“If you don’t shut the hell up,” Hank screamed through parched lips, “I’m going to beat you to death with this empty canteen!”
Walking endlessly, feeling the dry air swirling, saturated with lifelessness. Falling, it’s hard to walk, could we just be swimming? But at night, when all cools, and you’re lying on the ground dying, look up at the dark blue sky and see the millions of stars dancing for you.
Water is precious, so save it, but you can’t help letting one tear drop when you realize that, even in all this emptiness, there is still so much beauty.
desert is a place where is no one for ever..alone n alone..dark night..hot day..just peace of mind..nothing…
Dry, hot deserted, lonely, SANDY ….. I AM IN A DESERT!! <3<3<3<3
As I was crawling in the desert, I realized something. I might never be able to see my family again. The thought of never saying goodbye to them just broke my heart. I stopped. I licked my dry lips. This was it. It was over. I looked up at the sky. Goodbye, cruel world.
My affection for you spreads like a sprawling desert. There will come a time when all that remains of your memory are bleached bones buried within sand dunes. Snakes will slither between your ribs as they make their home in the scattered fragments of your skull.
It’s true I loved you once, but no more. The rains have gone and all that remains is sunshine.
you’ve left me. gone. i’m waiting. waiting for what? i don’t want to hope. i don’t want to wish or dream or guess or suppose anything. and i shouldn’t have to. if it were right it would happen and i wouldn’t have to do any of those things to get what i’m looking for. i think that if anything, distance makes the heart question its intentions. i hope yours has found its to be true and well placed because i’m still not sure about mine.
It was dark but that made no difference. The darkness was supposed to bring coldness and chilly air, no matter where you were. But if anything else it was hotter than it had been during the day. I needed to find somewhere to survive.
What a god-awful place to be. Could anything worse have been chosen but this empty, forsaken desert? It was a small abandoned town and it was only a matter of time before a tumbleweed blew it’s way through in order to add to the cliche of this horrid, arid, disgusting place.
Something someone unfaithful will usually do. It’s as equal as watching a friend die right before your eyes, and not even do anything about it. Not even trying to help them. Just leaving them alone, to be tortured. Something you should never do to a kind one.
As they continued to cross the desert, they knew they had no hope. Their love kept them going. It wasn’t until the cold night came upon them they said there final “I love you”.
Something you shouldn’t do, or else you’ll end up in one. The ignorant desert the kind, the kind desert the ignorant.
she deserts every promise she’s ever made. im done. im tired. peace.
Desert.
Like stark stacked blocks or lumps of sand everywhere.
I didn’t know what to make of it, good grief, I didn’t want to know what to make of it. There were a thousand and one other things I had to deal with and somehow, it didn’t involve clawing my way out of an imagined nightmare because a certain lackey had managed to tangle himself up.
Again.
Why, oh why is it that I inspire such leadership without even trying? Life would be bliss, if they would all just leave me alone or follow my instructions to the letter.
The very letter.
I’m going to die of thirst.
people always confuse desert and dessert. one is a dry, sandy place, one it a sweet, delicious food. i only say this because i get confused too and don’t want to write about the wrong one.
my love is a desert
waking dream
of emotionless desire
Blameless Empire.