I’m drained. No more love, no more happiness, no more pink roses on Valentine’s Day. Empty and lonely, swirling down a never ending, inevitable road of insecurity, despair and sadness. Swallow it down. Drink it up. Hide it where nobody can see. Perpetual exhaustion racks my brain. I’m drained.
I Went To The Local Supermarket And Found A Pair Of Scissors . They Were Lime Green And Had A Sort Of Felt Like Texture To Them . As Cool As They Were , I Put Them In My Shopping Cart And Finished Up Shopping . Upon Coming Home With My Groceries , My Husband Told Me He Clogged The Sink With Dog Fur . Tadaah ! The Scissors Unclogged The Drain , Problem Solved .
as we were sitting on the bridge of the largest boat to ever be made we noticed the list on the starboard side. amazingly we asessed the problem and put the plug back in the drain. So we were saved from killing millions of innocent people by a simple plug.
it takes
but never gives
never holds
but always removes
it cannot be restrained
simply more and more will be gone
taking more and more
each passing seconds
diminishing
She looked at the colour of her face in the mirror, did she really looked drained? The woman in the post office had looked shocked, had she really changed that much in a month?
Perhaps losing her will to live had something to do with it.
Down the drain – where most of my writing goes. But I’ve come to believe that, if I can scrawl enough words in the course of a week, a few of them might make sense. And the rest – they are part of the process of being human, and that’s fine too!
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
I felt the initial exhaustion etched into my face as I walked into the arena, but thirty minutes later, I felt myself I brighten when I saw her under those circus lights. She was a guest acrobat in that night’s circus show; dressed in a dark blue leotard with silver glitter, leaping and flexing ever so gracefully, she took my breath away.
I gave a start — again, the azure sky appeared on the other side of my eyelids. I turned to either side. Nothing. Only the memory of her body pressed against mine lingered.
is all that i can do as a lonely raindrop. falling from the heavens onto this gutter i find miself drawn inexplicably towards the ? then i fall down again inside the darkness until i splash on the bottom of the pile
I don’t to you to assume that I am just some man who only contemplates the irregularities of my own life. I understand the smaller things. The things that others don’t see. That others allow to drain from their minds as if it were a sivve. I am not a sivve. I do not strain out what others find extraneous. Nothing is extraneous. Everything has some type of purpose. Everyone has a purpose. No one is a drain. Everyone can contribute.
I could drain myself of poison the way one drains water through a sieve. I would like to think my body doesn’t hold malice well, but I know that sometimes the time comes to let go of all the silt that settles somewhere under the stomach. Cleanse yourself of bitterness, drain yourself of hate.
i already did drain once but i guess i can do it again. last time I wrote about blood draining. now I imagine myself at a hospital. that would make sense. i bet some nasty things have gone down those drains. drains are nasty places
I was tempted to go, but I felt drained. Even lifting my fingers slightly was exceedingly difficult, and going to a circus, surrounded by the flashing lights and dancing people and silly clowns seemed impossible. But I forced myself to get up, get dressed, and get out the door.
It is when water drains out o fsomething like a bath tub or sink. It is when water goes away from a certain area. When your house get’s flooded you want to DRAIN the water out so your house gets dried again.
She was completely drained. The rain falling outside her window, which usually filled her with a sense of childish wonder, now filled her with exhaustion. It had been a long day, a long year. And she was ready to go to sleep.
when i hear drain at first i think of the one in your sink, but then i start to think of how the more you go through in life the more some things can drain you out… all you have to do is put the effort in to things that won’t let you down so that the worlds doesn’t leave you broken, and drained. yeah, that’s all i can think of.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
isn’t it sad how rainy days just drain all the life out of you? I always seem to find myself stuck reading all day because it feels like there is nothing else to do. It’s like nothing could possibly get accomplished when it’s all so gloomy. Then again, it is fun to run in the rain.
it’s raining i can clearly hear the sound of water running down the drain outside the window i’ve just woken up and i’m tired i feel so drained from emotions and thoughts and feelings i am empty.
the water sluicing off the hills now that spring is near. filled with snowmelt the paths made by sheep turn to small tumbling burns that mopped progress as the party of stalkers came down the hill. they were dressed in short tunics not well suited to the weather though unremarkable otherwise the ponies plodded head down to the wind carrying their small burdens towards finality,.
water is disappearing in life, it is going down a hole or somewhere but i know that it is disappearing. I like water, but i don’t like drains, because it’s really dirty sometimes, but it’s good, because we don’t have to use the dirty water all the time and we have to expose it! AJHFIUSAHFIOWUFIUWGFIUGWFUYFGY GBUYVUYFCGWFUYGRVUYGRVFYUGRFYGYVFGFGYGJE
you drain all my energy. why can’t you let me be? every time i decide to get over you, you come back for more. i can’t handle this anymore. you’re draining away my love. what should i do? i don’t even know.
The drain is clogged. Again. It’s the third time this week. I mean after two or three times in a month you start to wonder what’s going on with the drain. My father always told me that little pipe people live in the drains, and when they get mad they clog them up. My mother was far more practical, your hair falls down the drain and clogs it up. End of story. Obviously I liked the pipe people idea better. I sigh as I get the hanger that I use to unclog the drain and set about doing my business. Digging around in a drain is hardly pleasant, but sometimes, if you’re very lucky, you’ll find something of interest. Like today. What’s that? A ring? A wedding band actually. I wonder if that’s real diamonds. Mother must have dropped it in the drain weeks ago, going by the amount of muck and other things surrounding the bloody thing.
I feel the drain at the end of the day
When all I want is the to fade away
to wash the worries down the drain
And never think of problems again
Now I think I’ve drained my brain.
dont flush things down the drain or it will get clogged. my sister got burt on her but by drain-o, she fell asleep on an open bottle. This should not be left around the house it should only be used to unclog drains, like the one in my new apartment shower that does not let water down even an hour after you shower.
water swirled down the drain. bits and pieces were carried with it, to who knew where. somewhere they would all collect, disperate, strange unfitting bits that somehow were drawn together. somehow they would then all fit together. but as they swirled down the drain, they were seperate. distinct. different.
I poured the grease from the frying pan down the drain and clogged it but I didn’t care because I had moved out by the time the landlord would have noticed it so he had to deal with it, that’ll teach him for screwing me over with the electricity bill and my deposit.
The drain was deep. It was usually covered, but sometimes teenage boys liked to remove the cover and then kick some branches and leaves over it so that unsuspecting passers-by would step in and then fall. It was a nasty trick, but they did it all the same.
The drain gets clogged when Im too lazy to clean the frying pan after a greasy fry. I dont care though because I moved out of the house I lived in and the landlord there was a complete asshole so I like to think I created problems for him as I am a spiteful man.
the water that flows through it runs so freely, life seems to sprung out of it as the stream of water goes from one drain to another. These feelings are of a different level as those of concrete walls by the roadside. Drain, oh drain, i wish we could just sail down the drain on tiny little boat and go to places i never thought of.
After that night I couldn’t see you anymore.
I’m drained. No more love, no more happiness, no more pink roses on Valentine’s Day. Empty and lonely, swirling down a never ending, inevitable road of insecurity, despair and sadness. Swallow it down. Drink it up. Hide it where nobody can see. Perpetual exhaustion racks my brain. I’m drained.
I Went To The Local Supermarket And Found A Pair Of Scissors . They Were Lime Green And Had A Sort Of Felt Like Texture To Them . As Cool As They Were , I Put Them In My Shopping Cart And Finished Up Shopping . Upon Coming Home With My Groceries , My Husband Told Me He Clogged The Sink With Dog Fur . Tadaah ! The Scissors Unclogged The Drain , Problem Solved .
my brian just went down the drain. flushing or draining the bathtub. umm rhymes with drain rain frame lane cane
as we were sitting on the bridge of the largest boat to ever be made we noticed the list on the starboard side. amazingly we asessed the problem and put the plug back in the drain. So we were saved from killing millions of innocent people by a simple plug.
it takes
but never gives
never holds
but always removes
it cannot be restrained
simply more and more will be gone
taking more and more
each passing seconds
diminishing
She looked at the colour of her face in the mirror, did she really looked drained? The woman in the post office had looked shocked, had she really changed that much in a month?
Perhaps losing her will to live had something to do with it.
Down the drain – where most of my writing goes. But I’ve come to believe that, if I can scrawl enough words in the course of a week, a few of them might make sense. And the rest – they are part of the process of being human, and that’s fine too!
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
I stare down at my feet as the water swirls around the drain. Three, two…. a vortex washes around my toes and spins out of control down, sucking the water with it. Suddenly, I feel emptier than I had in days. Drained.
I thought of things that sparkle
Things that glitter and shine
Shimmering in sunlight and moonlight
How is it that they’re so bright?
What must I do to reach them?
What must I do not to waste myself?
I felt the initial exhaustion etched into my face as I walked into the arena, but thirty minutes later, I felt myself I brighten when I saw her under those circus lights. She was a guest acrobat in that night’s circus show; dressed in a dark blue leotard with silver glitter, leaping and flexing ever so gracefully, she took my breath away.
I gave a start — again, the azure sky appeared on the other side of my eyelids. I turned to either side. Nothing. Only the memory of her body pressed against mine lingered.
is all that i can do as a lonely raindrop. falling from the heavens onto this gutter i find miself drawn inexplicably towards the ? then i fall down again inside the darkness until i splash on the bottom of the pile
I don’t to you to assume that I am just some man who only contemplates the irregularities of my own life. I understand the smaller things. The things that others don’t see. That others allow to drain from their minds as if it were a sivve. I am not a sivve. I do not strain out what others find extraneous. Nothing is extraneous. Everything has some type of purpose. Everyone has a purpose. No one is a drain. Everyone can contribute.
I could drain myself of poison the way one drains water through a sieve. I would like to think my body doesn’t hold malice well, but I know that sometimes the time comes to let go of all the silt that settles somewhere under the stomach. Cleanse yourself of bitterness, drain yourself of hate.
God do I ever feel drained now. After two days of my only love telling me its over I don’t know what else i can take
i already did drain once but i guess i can do it again. last time I wrote about blood draining. now I imagine myself at a hospital. that would make sense. i bet some nasty things have gone down those drains. drains are nasty places
I was tempted to go, but I felt drained. Even lifting my fingers slightly was exceedingly difficult, and going to a circus, surrounded by the flashing lights and dancing people and silly clowns seemed impossible. But I forced myself to get up, get dressed, and get out the door.
It is when water drains out o fsomething like a bath tub or sink. It is when water goes away from a certain area. When your house get’s flooded you want to DRAIN the water out so your house gets dried again.
She was completely drained. The rain falling outside her window, which usually filled her with a sense of childish wonder, now filled her with exhaustion. It had been a long day, a long year. And she was ready to go to sleep.
when i hear drain at first i think of the one in your sink, but then i start to think of how the more you go through in life the more some things can drain you out… all you have to do is put the effort in to things that won’t let you down so that the worlds doesn’t leave you broken, and drained. yeah, that’s all i can think of.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
Last night I began to do my homework. I couldn’t do it. From waking up at 7 in the morning, going to classes all day, sports practice, and then going to dinner, there is no time to do anything. The only word that comes to mind is draining, physically and emotionally draining.
isn’t it sad how rainy days just drain all the life out of you? I always seem to find myself stuck reading all day because it feels like there is nothing else to do. It’s like nothing could possibly get accomplished when it’s all so gloomy. Then again, it is fun to run in the rain.
it’s raining i can clearly hear the sound of water running down the drain outside the window i’ve just woken up and i’m tired i feel so drained from emotions and thoughts and feelings i am empty.
the water sluicing off the hills now that spring is near. filled with snowmelt the paths made by sheep turn to small tumbling burns that mopped progress as the party of stalkers came down the hill. they were dressed in short tunics not well suited to the weather though unremarkable otherwise the ponies plodded head down to the wind carrying their small burdens towards finality,.
water is disappearing in life, it is going down a hole or somewhere but i know that it is disappearing. I like water, but i don’t like drains, because it’s really dirty sometimes, but it’s good, because we don’t have to use the dirty water all the time and we have to expose it! AJHFIUSAHFIOWUFIUWGFIUGWFUYFGY GBUYVUYFCGWFUYGRVUYGRVFYUGRFYGYVFGFGYGJE
you drain all my energy. why can’t you let me be? every time i decide to get over you, you come back for more. i can’t handle this anymore. you’re draining away my love. what should i do? i don’t even know.
The drain is clogged. Again. It’s the third time this week. I mean after two or three times in a month you start to wonder what’s going on with the drain. My father always told me that little pipe people live in the drains, and when they get mad they clog them up. My mother was far more practical, your hair falls down the drain and clogs it up. End of story. Obviously I liked the pipe people idea better. I sigh as I get the hanger that I use to unclog the drain and set about doing my business. Digging around in a drain is hardly pleasant, but sometimes, if you’re very lucky, you’ll find something of interest. Like today. What’s that? A ring? A wedding band actually. I wonder if that’s real diamonds. Mother must have dropped it in the drain weeks ago, going by the amount of muck and other things surrounding the bloody thing.
The drain that springs to mind is the drain on my physical resources after three twelve hour shifts. and the prospect of three more starting tomorrow.
I feel the drain at the end of the day
When all I want is the to fade away
to wash the worries down the drain
And never think of problems again
Now I think I’ve drained my brain.
dont flush things down the drain or it will get clogged. my sister got burt on her but by drain-o, she fell asleep on an open bottle. This should not be left around the house it should only be used to unclog drains, like the one in my new apartment shower that does not let water down even an hour after you shower.
water swirled down the drain. bits and pieces were carried with it, to who knew where. somewhere they would all collect, disperate, strange unfitting bits that somehow were drawn together. somehow they would then all fit together. but as they swirled down the drain, they were seperate. distinct. different.
i don t know what a drain is i am greek so sorry it seems to be something wet and rainy no?
water falling from the drain
slowly driving me insane
as i come closer to it
not water but blood that drips
I poured the grease from the frying pan down the drain and clogged it but I didn’t care because I had moved out by the time the landlord would have noticed it so he had to deal with it, that’ll teach him for screwing me over with the electricity bill and my deposit.
The drain was deep. It was usually covered, but sometimes teenage boys liked to remove the cover and then kick some branches and leaves over it so that unsuspecting passers-by would step in and then fall. It was a nasty trick, but they did it all the same.
The drain gets clogged when Im too lazy to clean the frying pan after a greasy fry. I dont care though because I moved out of the house I lived in and the landlord there was a complete asshole so I like to think I created problems for him as I am a spiteful man.
the water that flows through it runs so freely, life seems to sprung out of it as the stream of water goes from one drain to another. These feelings are of a different level as those of concrete walls by the roadside. Drain, oh drain, i wish we could just sail down the drain on tiny little boat and go to places i never thought of.