When I think drops, I don’t think of rain drops or gum drops. The first thing that comes to my mind is drops you get in video games around a nice round of hording. While this may be a situation that is totally alien to some, this concept is part of my everyday activities. It’s part of who I am and just what I do. I’m a gamer
there shes back in the atmosphere wiht drops of jupiter in her hair. i sing this song too much. maybe it just reminds me of so many of the relationships i have been through. what standard am i supposed to be going for?
The drops of the rain dance on my window pane. They play a song the keeps me strong. I feel the need to sing along since this rain inspires me to the core.
She felt the drops on her cheeks and her eyelashes, and they spilled down to her chin. They were clean and invigorating, like nothing she’d ever felt before. But she’d never feel completely clean; never.
tears fell on my face
and i liked it.
i licked it.
salty.
you cried,
i swallowed.
like waves on the shore
of your face,
we went swimming.
and even when you gasped for breath,
we didn’t stop.
The snow turned to rain. I trudged behind a man in snow shoes, my own boots lacerating my heels. It was beautiful, though I could feel the water seeping through each of my layers, one at a time.
drops like it reminds me of rain and other things. like when i drop pop flys or drop a nickel. I;ve never really enjoyed dropping something. its always kind of a negative. drop kind of sucks.
The drops fell off of her face and onto the picture of the man she loved that she grasped in her hand. She remembered his last words to her. The sound of his voice saying, “I love you” resonated through her mind. He had left three weeks ago to go fight in the war. He would never return. She sat there and cried as the rain poured down outside.
Falling on my head. Like batter through the sieve. Baking apple pie with my mother and letting those drops fall on my tongue. The saccharine sweet taste. I’m far from home right now. Nostalgia kicks in. Would like mother smoothing my hair back after difficult days.
Drops of rain fall on me head. Sweet drops of dew on blades of grass. Tear drops flowing out of my eyes and onto the page. Drops are beautiful. Gummy little gum drops of life.
dew drops dot the green bladed grass. summer is quickly approaching and all i can think about is dew drops early in the morning. they’ll be there when i walk out to greet the sunrise, and they’ll be there when i go out to talk with the moon. these dew drops dot my life like they dot the green bladed grass.
I think about rain drops and tear drops. Life has been a stuggle for me. My sister and best friend have both died. It makes it heard to see through the rain drops that constantly come from my eyes. I think about them all the time so I’m not surprised they are the first thing I thought about even just from the word drops.
The gallow was sturdy and stain free. The crowd was loud and angry. The accused had to be dragged up each step. Even if he had lived he would be a mess after this journey. He drops…and the crime is the only other memory
drops of love drops of anger drops of rain fall hard unto my tongue. i stick my head out of the window and inhale the fresh scent of the crispy clean air. reminds me of the old days. there are no old days? dropped from my memory. dropped and dropping yet. everything is dropping . even the sky. even my mind. nothing left but drops of rain spattered on the windowsill
The rain falls in drops from the sky to the ground. Drops, drops, more drops. All of them are going down. Each one has the same destiny; hitting the ground. The drops follow a path downwards to their end. They might stray, be blown about by the wind, but they all hit the ground.
the rain drops falling from the sky. forming into puddles.
the drops fall onto the heads of young children.
they like to jump in puddles and feel the rain drops.
rain drops.
sunshine.
beautiful rainbow.
drop drop drop
droppping along the border of insane.
not sure what to do with myself.
but just take this chalk and draw a circle
around my insecurities, waiting to be rescued,
by some magnificent being.
raindrops on my head and im feeling lonely.
drops of jupiter and saturn circle me in an
emotion of everflowing emotion.
Drops fill my eyes
and shadow out the continuous
vibrations of my heartless body.
I love you. So much that it’s hard to breathe when you kiss me. So much that even when I’m mad at you, I want to be around you. Enough to miss you, although you left my house two minutes ago. Your laugh makes me laugh, when you smile, I smile. There is no where I’d rather fall asleep than in your arms. I care about you, and you make me smile.
Drops falling all around, the hair covering her face. She feels…clean. For these drops can and will wash every sin that has ever happened away. Drops are a miracle, a miracle that is often searched for. She has found forgiveness. She is clean.
Rain drops softly hit the panes of glass outside the windows. The dark and brewing grey sky is somehow comforting and nostalgic. Cool rain drops of life are what I live for.
drops of water leaking from the part of you where I could no longer get through. the part of you I first noticed…now shedding water. Drops falling for fear for sadness for loss. Now i was noticing that part of you again.
Rain fell onto Lily’s picture, sleeping in its cold silver frame, cascading in from the broken window, the product of another of Mary’s wild, seeminingly undending tantrums, and no one noticed, as they swept up the shards of glass that the raindrops looked like tears…
Something drops. It doesn’t matter what it is. Everything does. I did. I expect she will one day, too. I’m just hoping she won’t fall so fast and hard…
She is an approaching cold front; he feels her heft and the pressure drops around him, enough to plug his ears painfully.
He grips his nose and blows, like he
When I think drops, I don’t think of rain drops or gum drops. The first thing that comes to my mind is drops you get in video games around a nice round of hording. While this may be a situation that is totally alien to some, this concept is part of my everyday activities. It’s part of who I am and just what I do. I’m a gamer
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drops of rain fall. it’s been raining for days. too many to remember. if only it would stop. if only the sun would shine again.
It fell into my lap and I was speechless, utterly frozen and all over angry, as the tiny specks sunk themselves in and made a home in my memory.
there shes back in the atmosphere wiht drops of jupiter in her hair. i sing this song too much. maybe it just reminds me of so many of the relationships i have been through. what standard am i supposed to be going for?
The drops of the rain dance on my window pane. They play a song the keeps me strong. I feel the need to sing along since this rain inspires me to the core.
She felt the drops on her cheeks and her eyelashes, and they spilled down to her chin. They were clean and invigorating, like nothing she’d ever felt before. But she’d never feel completely clean; never.
tears fell on my face
and i liked it.
i licked it.
salty.
you cried,
i swallowed.
like waves on the shore
of your face,
we went swimming.
and even when you gasped for breath,
we didn’t stop.
The snow turned to rain. I trudged behind a man in snow shoes, my own boots lacerating my heels. It was beautiful, though I could feel the water seeping through each of my layers, one at a time.
drops like it reminds me of rain and other things. like when i drop pop flys or drop a nickel. I;ve never really enjoyed dropping something. its always kind of a negative. drop kind of sucks.
The rain in the sky drops pleasantly around me as your arms are wrapped around my waist in a tight embrace.
drops of rain hit my face and cleanse my thoughts and make me new again.
The drops fell off of her face and onto the picture of the man she loved that she grasped in her hand. She remembered his last words to her. The sound of his voice saying, “I love you” resonated through her mind. He had left three weeks ago to go fight in the war. He would never return. She sat there and cried as the rain poured down outside.
Falling on my head. Like batter through the sieve. Baking apple pie with my mother and letting those drops fall on my tongue. The saccharine sweet taste. I’m far from home right now. Nostalgia kicks in. Would like mother smoothing my hair back after difficult days.
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Drops of rain fall on me head. Sweet drops of dew on blades of grass. Tear drops flowing out of my eyes and onto the page. Drops are beautiful. Gummy little gum drops of life.
“No! I’m not sharing,” she said, holding the lemon drops off to one side.
They were unprotected, I could have easily knocked them out of her scrawny kid arms.
dew drops dot the green bladed grass. summer is quickly approaching and all i can think about is dew drops early in the morning. they’ll be there when i walk out to greet the sunrise, and they’ll be there when i go out to talk with the moon. these dew drops dot my life like they dot the green bladed grass.
dew drops off green grass sparkle with orbital rainbows on my shoes
I think about rain drops and tear drops. Life has been a stuggle for me. My sister and best friend have both died. It makes it heard to see through the rain drops that constantly come from my eyes. I think about them all the time so I’m not surprised they are the first thing I thought about even just from the word drops.
drops from the sky
fading from my eye
and now i only know
rain and sleet and snow
the manna that fell free
The gallow was sturdy and stain free. The crowd was loud and angry. The accused had to be dragged up each step. Even if he had lived he would be a mess after this journey. He drops…and the crime is the only other memory
rain drops on my face;
drink them in drink them in.
they travel along the
plains of my forehead,
the hills of my cheeks,
the valley of my lips.
hitch-hiking to my chin,
where they simply
drop
drop
dr
op.
drops of love drops of anger drops of rain fall hard unto my tongue. i stick my head out of the window and inhale the fresh scent of the crispy clean air. reminds me of the old days. there are no old days? dropped from my memory. dropped and dropping yet. everything is dropping . even the sky. even my mind. nothing left but drops of rain spattered on the windowsill
The rain falls in drops from the sky to the ground. Drops, drops, more drops. All of them are going down. Each one has the same destiny; hitting the ground. The drops follow a path downwards to their end. They might stray, be blown about by the wind, but they all hit the ground.
the rain drops falling from the sky. forming into puddles.
the drops fall onto the heads of young children.
they like to jump in puddles and feel the rain drops.
rain drops.
sunshine.
beautiful rainbow.
drop drop drop
droppping along the border of insane.
not sure what to do with myself.
but just take this chalk and draw a circle
around my insecurities, waiting to be rescued,
by some magnificent being.
the raindrops falling from the wet leaf.
Its so depressing, each little drop of watter, falling, falling, falling.
What happens to it? What was it supposed to do?
Little droplet, falling into oblivion. Time to fall some more.
raindrops on my head and im feeling lonely.
drops of jupiter and saturn circle me in an
emotion of everflowing emotion.
Drops fill my eyes
and shadow out the continuous
vibrations of my heartless body.
I love you. So much that it’s hard to breathe when you kiss me. So much that even when I’m mad at you, I want to be around you. Enough to miss you, although you left my house two minutes ago. Your laugh makes me laugh, when you smile, I smile. There is no where I’d rather fall asleep than in your arms. I care about you, and you make me smile.
eavesdropped
I heard more than I bargained for
regret
not nearing the beginning
and just the hard part
crashed too hard
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Drops falling all around, the hair covering her face. She feels…clean. For these drops can and will wash every sin that has ever happened away. Drops are a miracle, a miracle that is often searched for. She has found forgiveness. She is clean.
Rain drops softly hit the panes of glass outside the windows. The dark and brewing grey sky is somehow comforting and nostalgic. Cool rain drops of life are what I live for.
drops of water leaking from the part of you where I could no longer get through. the part of you I first noticed…now shedding water. Drops falling for fear for sadness for loss. Now i was noticing that part of you again.
rain drops. Drops of water. Water falling off leaves. falls. Dropping something. Shattering. drops of blood, bleeding,
Rain fell onto Lily’s picture, sleeping in its cold silver frame, cascading in from the broken window, the product of another of Mary’s wild, seeminingly undending tantrums, and no one noticed, as they swept up the shards of glass that the raindrops looked like tears…
all the little rain drops falling for the sky . it’s how i feel when you walk by.
Something drops. It doesn’t matter what it is. Everything does. I did. I expect she will one day, too. I’m just hoping she won’t fall so fast and hard…
She is an approaching cold front; he feels her heft and the pressure drops around him, enough to plug his ears painfully.
He grips his nose and blows, like he