it fell from the sky, i couldnt figure it out. what in the world could it be? shiny, small, and a shape and texture i cannot describe….my head was a mess, how can something so amazing fall from no where? i was hopeless…
She dropped the bomb. The words hung in the air. The stillness was eerie. She waited for his reaction, looking down at her shoes and the pavement. He sighed and apologized. He thought they were just friends. She said it was a stupid thing to say, and turned to leave.
he fell from the sky so quickly he had no idea what was going on. the fall dropped with him and the leaves surrounded his body. he was no longer mid air but in a pile of love. he was happy now and he could act like he always wanted to. the smells encaptrued him and his life was full of happiness he know knew what they had always been talking about. he would always be here. happy. with her. hand in hand. but it all came from falling. from dropping from thesky. being scared.
I hate this kind of thing. What am I supposed to write about the word “dropped?” All I can think about are balls and PE class. I tend to drop things a lot in gym class. Like, you know, balls. And other sports equipment. And my pride. No big deal. But really, I’m NOT athletic. You throw a ball at me and my first instinct is to move, not catch it. Who even invented sports? fuck them.
Gerome dropped to the ground, gapsing in pain. This pain eminated from a single string of ivory garden hose circling around his innards. it’s name was Mattias, and it was unkind.
i dropped my keys today. i dont know why i did, i was confused and tooob usy to thing about what all i had in my hands and as i bent down i hurt my self. i hate to hurt myself is ts very painful i hurt my self all the time and i cannt seem to stop no internetiallyu of course just like bumbing into studd and i fall sometimes too and that is wierd, just not watching where i walk i suppse. i flail about in movement and dace and bang my self against things all the time and thats funny and i feel studpd afterwwars. i feel studop alot about studd i just heard an big bang i hope it wasnt a gun shot it sounded lkike banging.
Tim dropped his wallet on the street, a woman walked by, she looked at the wallet and said, “my what a precious wallet you have” she strolls on past, and the man beholds his wallet, which he previously neglected and decides to name it Anthony Mcmartian
dropped on my head as a child really had a tough impact on me. is this story even about me or just the thought that came into my head as i saw the word come up on the screen. quite an onomatopoeic word, wouldn’t you say? not when you think of it as ‘dropped your lowest grade’ or ‘dropped your daughter off at practice’ though, just the sound of head against floor.
Dropped from classes, sucks to drop something on the floor. If you drop an egg, it will break. That will be a bummer if you don’t have any more. How will you make cookies? Dropped is not the word I expected from this site; I thought I would get something with more meaning, with more deep thoughts. Dropped. Huh. I am dropping this word and getting a new. Dropped 60 seconds on this.
I dropped the box. I didn’t know what to say. He had shocked me. How could he have said that to me? It wasn’t fair. To surprise me, I mean. It wasn’t fair. I looked at the box and the shattered pieces and looked up at him, speechless.
dropped topped time to make it hot. The soap. Like a shot into a beer irish car bombs are clear for the taking im shaking, asleep when i awaken. Breakin and skating, love life contemplating.
When i think of that word, i think of a kid with a cone and no ice cream. that’s the worst. it’s like the ultimate disappointment. ya know? you’re expecting something great. and then it’s gone. it’s dropped. tears flowing and heart broken, there’s your hopes and dreams in front of you. splattered. sometimes there is a mess to clean up, too. dropped is not a nice word.
I dropped it. I couldn’t help it. It slipped right between my fingers. It shattered on the floor, imploding on itself like a mountain falling into the sea. It spewed glass all over.
a subject, a ball, a body a glass – whatever you dropped it feels like it’s smashed. But some letters in that word make me think there’s a second chance – 2 d’s, 2 p’s say pounce back and dance.
Leonid dropped the weights. Coach Kartozhoff yelled at him to not be a wussy pile of Yak droppings and get his zhopa in gear. Mischa cried a little bit silently, but nevertheless, he tightened his weight belt and re-rosined his hands. He’d never clean and jerked 700 kilos before, but he knew if he didn’t, the coach would take away his imported black market Barbie collection. Pulling at the barbell, knees trembling, forehead gushing in sweat, his abdominal muscles pressed into concrete, and every sinew tensed.
Heave! Pull! Push! He did it!
He slammed the barbell down and strode away with his chin confidently jutted forward, and his rectum triumphantly trailing behind.
Dumped. Dropped off at the side of the road like a bag of trash. He hears her new boyfriend rev the engine, listens to their drunken laughter as they shoot off. Gravel kicks up under the wheels and lands dully around his shoes. He watches them go quietly.
one my head. broken. brusied. harmed. unjust. slow. fast. scared. reflexes. monkeys falloing out of trees. coconuts. fruit. cat lands on its feet. down the stairs. in the trash. ball. baby. clothes. laundry shoot. gravity. apple. thoery. dead. silence. sitting. laying. face first.
fall
poop
dick
jay
bird
toilet
write
girl
goose fart
dog
farm
pig
frig
hill
face
trip
pot
weed
gay
sex
treasure
gypsy
tin
whore
easy
talk
myself
smash
crush
hot
boy
abbs
fag
food
tomatoe
pizza
pasta
crack
sex
coke
butt
head
blow
job
twice
in
The room dropped with the hard thud of a bang of drunkenness. It enveloped him with the intensity of an ephemeral bloom of love, leaving him stunned, on the edge of the world, contemplating the wasteful vengeance before him.
there is a man on a top of the hill and he said to his son. “I think about the sun when it sets in the sky, does it fall or does it stay under the moon within the sun beam and the flowers” I don’t think so the boy said at last he had come upon a time in his life where things began to fall like water and it was
i dropped a bomb on my foot. it hurt. but i lost my foot, needless to say. I’m not sure why i had the bomb or where I got it but It was heavy and I let go of it. BOOM!
I dropped you, it wasn’t on purpose or anything, but I just didn’t know what to do. I thought about it, I thought about it a lot. I would go onto Facebook just to see that it said we were in a relationship, and wholehearted honesty, it made me really happy to see your name in that “in a relationship with”. But I’m me.
There are so many classes I wish I had dropped in the past few years. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I cared less about school are more about living. It’s not that I don’t think an education is important, it’s more that I feel like I can learn more from experiencing the world rather than sitting in a desk all day. I feel as though I am wasting away.
i dropped my heart on the pavement as you walked by. Don’t think I’ll be able to pick it back up for a while. I see your face and my jaw drops. My heart beats on the sidewalk.
i dropped a ball in the park, it rolled down the hill toward a small boy. He stood there staring at his red balloon drifting in the fog. I blinked, and he was gone. I stood there wondering about what was going on, why it was happening and remembered. I had just taken acid.
The ball was in his court but as usual, he dropped it. Stanley wasn’t about to let this happen again. He had been working this deal for a year
In my head, through a cape,
into glass, into rape,
never more shall I fall,
but never more, never tall
in the hole into space,
never met, never graced
forget me now, forget me this,
I wrote this, with tempered fist
it fell from the sky, i couldnt figure it out. what in the world could it be? shiny, small, and a shape and texture i cannot describe….my head was a mess, how can something so amazing fall from no where? i was hopeless…
My knees dropped.
I have a good book
and a couple dozen hours.
Neither of them sound beautiful.
She dropped the bomb. The words hung in the air. The stillness was eerie. She waited for his reaction, looking down at her shoes and the pavement. He sighed and apologized. He thought they were just friends. She said it was a stupid thing to say, and turned to leave.
he fell from the sky so quickly he had no idea what was going on. the fall dropped with him and the leaves surrounded his body. he was no longer mid air but in a pile of love. he was happy now and he could act like he always wanted to. the smells encaptrued him and his life was full of happiness he know knew what they had always been talking about. he would always be here. happy. with her. hand in hand. but it all came from falling. from dropping from thesky. being scared.
I hate this kind of thing. What am I supposed to write about the word “dropped?” All I can think about are balls and PE class. I tend to drop things a lot in gym class. Like, you know, balls. And other sports equipment. And my pride. No big deal. But really, I’m NOT athletic. You throw a ball at me and my first instinct is to move, not catch it. Who even invented sports? fuck them.
Gerome dropped to the ground, gapsing in pain. This pain eminated from a single string of ivory garden hose circling around his innards. it’s name was Mattias, and it was unkind.
i dropped my keys today. i dont know why i did, i was confused and tooob usy to thing about what all i had in my hands and as i bent down i hurt my self. i hate to hurt myself is ts very painful i hurt my self all the time and i cannt seem to stop no internetiallyu of course just like bumbing into studd and i fall sometimes too and that is wierd, just not watching where i walk i suppse. i flail about in movement and dace and bang my self against things all the time and thats funny and i feel studpd afterwwars. i feel studop alot about studd i just heard an big bang i hope it wasnt a gun shot it sounded lkike banging.
Tim dropped his wallet on the street, a woman walked by, she looked at the wallet and said, “my what a precious wallet you have” she strolls on past, and the man beholds his wallet, which he previously neglected and decides to name it Anthony Mcmartian
I dropped my head in a pond today. i saw it fall. i must be dead. i wonder who killed me so hard it hurts my poor head. which is dead.
i gave you my heart, my love, my most precious thoughts and you carelessly dropped them on the dirt, leaving them to rot.
I was dropped
Dropped like a bird descending through a crystal blue sky
i felt like i was falling, but in the best way possible. Falling in love.
dropped on my head as a child really had a tough impact on me. is this story even about me or just the thought that came into my head as i saw the word come up on the screen. quite an onomatopoeic word, wouldn’t you say? not when you think of it as ‘dropped your lowest grade’ or ‘dropped your daughter off at practice’ though, just the sound of head against floor.
Dropped from classes, sucks to drop something on the floor. If you drop an egg, it will break. That will be a bummer if you don’t have any more. How will you make cookies? Dropped is not the word I expected from this site; I thought I would get something with more meaning, with more deep thoughts. Dropped. Huh. I am dropping this word and getting a new. Dropped 60 seconds on this.
I dropped the box. I didn’t know what to say. He had shocked me. How could he have said that to me? It wasn’t fair. To surprise me, I mean. It wasn’t fair. I looked at the box and the shattered pieces and looked up at him, speechless.
the crow dropped the pebbles in the pitcher
dropped topped time to make it hot. The soap. Like a shot into a beer irish car bombs are clear for the taking im shaking, asleep when i awaken. Breakin and skating, love life contemplating.
my brother dail drope me wth anger mood.
When i think of that word, i think of a kid with a cone and no ice cream. that’s the worst. it’s like the ultimate disappointment. ya know? you’re expecting something great. and then it’s gone. it’s dropped. tears flowing and heart broken, there’s your hopes and dreams in front of you. splattered. sometimes there is a mess to clean up, too. dropped is not a nice word.
I dropped it. I couldn’t help it. It slipped right between my fingers. It shattered on the floor, imploding on itself like a mountain falling into the sea. It spewed glass all over.
a subject, a ball, a body a glass – whatever you dropped it feels like it’s smashed. But some letters in that word make me think there’s a second chance – 2 d’s, 2 p’s say pounce back and dance.
Leonid dropped the weights. Coach Kartozhoff yelled at him to not be a wussy pile of Yak droppings and get his zhopa in gear. Mischa cried a little bit silently, but nevertheless, he tightened his weight belt and re-rosined his hands. He’d never clean and jerked 700 kilos before, but he knew if he didn’t, the coach would take away his imported black market Barbie collection. Pulling at the barbell, knees trembling, forehead gushing in sweat, his abdominal muscles pressed into concrete, and every sinew tensed.
Heave! Pull! Push! He did it!
He slammed the barbell down and strode away with his chin confidently jutted forward, and his rectum triumphantly trailing behind.
I dropped my heart on the ground, I heard it hit and turned around. You were there, looking at me, but is it I you see.
When my hands, knotted and cold, wet from the rain. I held onto your smiles, last night my heart dropped.
Dumped. Dropped off at the side of the road like a bag of trash. He hears her new boyfriend rev the engine, listens to their drunken laughter as they shoot off. Gravel kicks up under the wheels and lands dully around his shoes. He watches them go quietly.
one my head. broken. brusied. harmed. unjust. slow. fast. scared. reflexes. monkeys falloing out of trees. coconuts. fruit. cat lands on its feet. down the stairs. in the trash. ball. baby. clothes. laundry shoot. gravity. apple. thoery. dead. silence. sitting. laying. face first.
we dropped our hearts into the toilet and flushed it away. it’s funny how we treat each other’s prized possession like shit.
fall
poop
dick
jay
bird
toilet
write
girl
goose fart
dog
farm
pig
frig
hill
face
trip
pot
weed
gay
sex
treasure
gypsy
tin
whore
easy
talk
myself
smash
crush
hot
boy
abbs
fag
food
tomatoe
pizza
pasta
crack
sex
coke
butt
head
blow
job
twice
in
The room dropped with the hard thud of a bang of drunkenness. It enveloped him with the intensity of an ephemeral bloom of love, leaving him stunned, on the edge of the world, contemplating the wasteful vengeance before him.
i want to be dropped from that aeroplane. Adrenaline. Adrenaline. Dropped. Dropped like the ain from the clouds. Dropped like the tears from emotion.
Wolking down the street I dropped my walet with your picture in it. I can’t bear it.
there is a man on a top of the hill and he said to his son. “I think about the sun when it sets in the sky, does it fall or does it stay under the moon within the sun beam and the flowers” I don’t think so the boy said at last he had come upon a time in his life where things began to fall like water and it was
i dropped a bomb on my foot. it hurt. but i lost my foot, needless to say. I’m not sure why i had the bomb or where I got it but It was heavy and I let go of it. BOOM!
I dropped you, it wasn’t on purpose or anything, but I just didn’t know what to do. I thought about it, I thought about it a lot. I would go onto Facebook just to see that it said we were in a relationship, and wholehearted honesty, it made me really happy to see your name in that “in a relationship with”. But I’m me.
a girl dropped her head down as she sighed, she was upset about the conversation her and her father had earlier. H
There are so many classes I wish I had dropped in the past few years. Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I cared less about school are more about living. It’s not that I don’t think an education is important, it’s more that I feel like I can learn more from experiencing the world rather than sitting in a desk all day. I feel as though I am wasting away.
“Dropped out of school. Crazy, huh?”
“Sure, buddy.”
“You don’t believe me?” I question, “Just check the papers.”
“Holy shit. That was YOU???”
i dropped my heart on the pavement as you walked by. Don’t think I’ll be able to pick it back up for a while. I see your face and my jaw drops. My heart beats on the sidewalk.
i dropped a ball in the park, it rolled down the hill toward a small boy. He stood there staring at his red balloon drifting in the fog. I blinked, and he was gone. I stood there wondering about what was going on, why it was happening and remembered. I had just taken acid.