drops of rain fall outside. drip drip drip as i listen in on the happenings outside. i’m glad for the warmth inside. the fire flickering in the fireplace, the cup of tea inside my hands. this is how the rainy day goes..
drops….drops are amazing…they are like a little peace of something huge and enourmous. A peice of something fantastic and wonderful. i pray for drops of wisdom. i love drops of rain…it means snow. drops is a nice sounding word…drops drops drops.
The drops of rain hit my face. They rolled down and touched my lips. The drops were sweet yet bitter. It was coming down harder now. I started to jog, and eventually got into a full sprint. It was soaking my clothes straight through. I felt 10 pounds heavier.
Twenty thousand drops of oil stained the waters at the edge of the beach. My feet became black, sticky, my footsteps unsteady, flinching at every sharp grain of sand that the drops of oil made stick to my feet.
It is my birthday today and it reminds me of those thousand drops of memories that are left behind and are yet to come. The oceans large and the time little, but drop by drop, I shall fill it in.
glassy beads of moisture, pelting your face in invigorating, individualistic patterns, like the bullets of one mans despair, driving through the fleshy resistance of the moderator…
Eye drops for when my contacts get dry. I haven’t changed them in almost two months. Today it’s a hurricane and the drops hit my window with my crusty-old-contact-eyes looking out wishing for sun. Droplets covered my car and puddles
the drops of rain fell through the pipes, the windows, rattling as if asking to be let in. the rain, it was relentless. in her cozy attic room, she began to understand the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of having an eternal silence broken by the rain and the wind, except for the clicking of her typewriter, and the breaking of her heart.
Reminds me of the drop lets of water flowing down the window pane after a rain. The fresh smell of wet earth is mesmerizing. The drops of water are rejuvenating.
The rain falls in drops from the blackened sky the same as the tears slides gracefully down my frozen cheeks as I watch him depart. He leaves me standing alone to face the world, abandoned in an unfriendly place. I feel sadness corrupt the center of my soul watching as my future fades into nothingness.
Drops of rain fall on my head. I can’t believe when it rains it pours. I stand outside at 2AM smoking a cigarette and I listen to the rain gently beating ‘gainst the roof of my house. When I go inside my hair is damp and drops of water fall to the floor.
tear drops are fallin on my head..i see tear drops and it makes me think of trees for some reason and they make me happy..i hope one day i can have a kiss in the raibn like from that movie…maybe i can be on the roof..man that’d be cool…what you think?? i love the idea…
drops of rain fall down my window, filling my heart with sorrow. But it’s comforting in a way…in that I always know what will happen next, so there is no fear. But fear lies deep within still…fear that everyday will be like the one before. Will it ever end? Drop….drop…..drop…
drop.drip.plop.repeat.
the sound of repeating drops.falling down from (so.highupinthe.air) the ledge. each drop.it lives.it(definitely/alwaysalways/foreverwill) fall.then it’s gone (swallowed up by the ground.consumed/taken/disappeared) then it repeats. drop.drip.plop…repeat (endlessly)
Rain drops keep falling on my head.
Drip drop Drip drop.
The sound of the kitchen faucet never seems to stop. Drip drip drop drop. I swear, it’s been fifteen days since he promised to fix it, but he hasn’t yet.
“Rain drops are fallin on my head.”
Drops are like sun
Like rain and like any water
Falling like solar systems
Containing little to nothing
Completely transparent
Tantalizing
The rain that falls when the day is the most miserable. It falls likes tears from the eyes of the sad, the eyes of the happy when the ceremony celebrates. The water spatters on the marble of the steps…the end is near.
teardrops falling on my guitar. rain drops. lemon drops. they’re all the same. we need to conserve the water drops falling against the window pane. the world isn’t the same without water. life couldn’t exist without it. and the drops of blood keep us going.
The apple drops far from the tree. That’s what they always say. but sometimes, the apple gets picked up, eaten, and planted somewhere else. So really ends up going quite far. I’m like that. My dad wants me to do something with my life, something that HE chooses…but I don’t want to do what he wants. I want a simple live.
Drops of light from the catwalk above color the stage. Its like we are swimming in the light, our dancing allowing us to float with the light and create a magic unlike any other. Floating, flipping, flying, tripping. Tripping from Mainline to moonvilleee.
Drops of blood, droppings of life, Drop your EGO. Defining yourself in your own terms enables oneself to DROP and let go of societies restraints on them. Drop your laundry off, drop your habit, drop a hit of acit.
falling from the sky. raindrops keep falling all goddamn day. they wont stop falling. it’s quite annoying, especially because it’s cold rain. cold, windy rain. the worst kind of rain. easily my least favorite type.
Their was a pop
Everyone Drops
All but one
Gets up and runs
He’s covered in red
Yep, that fools dead. :-(
Since he was a crook
From his wallet I took
Five dollars plus one :-)
-Hey, I was alive; he’s done.
So I got that box that rocks
You know, with lots and lots
Only tax and five bucks
Thats ghetto good luck
Drops of blood fell from her slices onto the concrete floor. She paused, naturally assuming that she would be able to catch her breath. She was wrong. Each drop that hit the floor sapped that much more strength from her. In the end, the minor cuts made her an easy kill. But I couldn’t expect that my next opponent would be so easy.
Rain drops outside of my window. Well not really, which makes me happy. I really don’t like rain. I dont like snow either. I also dont like chocolate drops, or gum drops. Do you like drops? Thats wonderful. Yes I know.
Gloomy tales
good material thanks
drops of rain fall outside. drip drip drip as i listen in on the happenings outside. i’m glad for the warmth inside. the fire flickering in the fireplace, the cup of tea inside my hands. this is how the rainy day goes..
a drop
inside a universe
inside a whole world
inside your mind can collapse
or you can see the whole spectrum of reality
Drops
to break us
to make us
to find us
to save us
to hide us
within drops we are defined
drops….drops are amazing…they are like a little peace of something huge and enourmous. A peice of something fantastic and wonderful. i pray for drops of wisdom. i love drops of rain…it means snow. drops is a nice sounding word…drops drops drops.
i hear the pitter patter of the sky gently kiss my window. the earth is yawning and so am i. the rain glides down my chimney into my broken fireplace.
drops of light into shadows causing spectrum of beauty and and memory. the inspiration to day in the night is a drop of love. dripping
tear drops
fear tops
all emotions
crying child
deep inside
her smile drops
drops drops
into a frown.
drops of water can fill a pond, drops of water can fill a glass, drops of water fall from the sky and surround me. drops of water are all around me!
The drops of rain hit my face. They rolled down and touched my lips. The drops were sweet yet bitter. It was coming down harder now. I started to jog, and eventually got into a full sprint. It was soaking my clothes straight through. I felt 10 pounds heavier.
Twenty thousand drops of oil stained the waters at the edge of the beach. My feet became black, sticky, my footsteps unsteady, flinching at every sharp grain of sand that the drops of oil made stick to my feet.
It is my birthday today and it reminds me of those thousand drops of memories that are left behind and are yet to come. The oceans large and the time little, but drop by drop, I shall fill it in.
glassy beads of moisture, pelting your face in invigorating, individualistic patterns, like the bullets of one mans despair, driving through the fleshy resistance of the moderator…
Eye drops for when my contacts get dry. I haven’t changed them in almost two months. Today it’s a hurricane and the drops hit my window with my crusty-old-contact-eyes looking out wishing for sun. Droplets covered my car and puddles
the drops of rain fell through the pipes, the windows, rattling as if asking to be let in. the rain, it was relentless. in her cozy attic room, she began to understand the feeling of loneliness, the feeling of having an eternal silence broken by the rain and the wind, except for the clicking of her typewriter, and the breaking of her heart.
Reminds me of the drop lets of water flowing down the window pane after a rain. The fresh smell of wet earth is mesmerizing. The drops of water are rejuvenating.
The rain falls in drops from the blackened sky the same as the tears slides gracefully down my frozen cheeks as I watch him depart. He leaves me standing alone to face the world, abandoned in an unfriendly place. I feel sadness corrupt the center of my soul watching as my future fades into nothingness.
Drops of rain fall on my head. I can’t believe when it rains it pours. I stand outside at 2AM smoking a cigarette and I listen to the rain gently beating ‘gainst the roof of my house. When I go inside my hair is damp and drops of water fall to the floor.
tear drops are fallin on my head..i see tear drops and it makes me think of trees for some reason and they make me happy..i hope one day i can have a kiss in the raibn like from that movie…maybe i can be on the roof..man that’d be cool…what you think?? i love the idea…
drops of rain fall down my window, filling my heart with sorrow. But it’s comforting in a way…in that I always know what will happen next, so there is no fear. But fear lies deep within still…fear that everyday will be like the one before. Will it ever end? Drop….drop…..drop…
drop.drip.plop.repeat.
the sound of repeating drops.falling down from (so.highupinthe.air) the ledge. each drop.it lives.it(definitely/alwaysalways/foreverwill) fall.then it’s gone (swallowed up by the ground.consumed/taken/disappeared) then it repeats. drop.drip.plop…repeat (endlessly)
Rain drops keep falling on my head.
Drip drop Drip drop.
The sound of the kitchen faucet never seems to stop. Drip drip drop drop. I swear, it’s been fifteen days since he promised to fix it, but he hasn’t yet.
The drops,
the tears
they fall.
And it is
these
that are human.
The drops
touch all of us,
and if we only realized it more,
maybe it’d be easier.
I already told you
“Drop the bullshit”
Thats what he told me.
Thats what it means.
Drop it : Give up.
Theres no hop no MO
“Rain drops are fallin on my head.”
Drops are like sun
Like rain and like any water
Falling like solar systems
Containing little to nothing
Completely transparent
Tantalizing
The rain that falls when the day is the most miserable. It falls likes tears from the eyes of the sad, the eyes of the happy when the ceremony celebrates. The water spatters on the marble of the steps…the end is near.
teardrops falling on my guitar. rain drops. lemon drops. they’re all the same. we need to conserve the water drops falling against the window pane. the world isn’t the same without water. life couldn’t exist without it. and the drops of blood keep us going.
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Haiku yomimasho
Our food, all with rot
The desert too hot to grow crops
Where are the rain DROPS?
The bull is beaten
By Ursine adversary
Stock Market price drops
Oyasumi nasai. Anyonghi Kaseyo. Ciao. Mak a salehma. [- – – . – . – – . .-.-.-]<–yes its a language.
Hello good day
water drop, rain falling, drops of jupiter matchbox 23?, cliff
The apple drops far from the tree. That’s what they always say. but sometimes, the apple gets picked up, eaten, and planted somewhere else. So really ends up going quite far. I’m like that. My dad wants me to do something with my life, something that HE chooses…but I don’t want to do what he wants. I want a simple live.
Drops of light from the catwalk above color the stage. Its like we are swimming in the light, our dancing allowing us to float with the light and create a magic unlike any other. Floating, flipping, flying, tripping. Tripping from Mainline to moonvilleee.
Drops of blood, droppings of life, Drop your EGO. Defining yourself in your own terms enables oneself to DROP and let go of societies restraints on them. Drop your laundry off, drop your habit, drop a hit of acit.
The drops of dew graced the top of the newly emerged blades as the spring dawn became morning.
I sat pensively wondering when my freedom would come.
falling from the sky. raindrops keep falling all goddamn day. they wont stop falling. it’s quite annoying, especially because it’s cold rain. cold, windy rain. the worst kind of rain. easily my least favorite type.
Their was a pop
Everyone Drops
All but one
Gets up and runs
He’s covered in red
Yep, that fools dead. :-(
Since he was a crook
From his wallet I took
Five dollars plus one :-)
-Hey, I was alive; he’s done.
So I got that box that rocks
You know, with lots and lots
Only tax and five bucks
Thats ghetto good luck
Drops of blood fell from her slices onto the concrete floor. She paused, naturally assuming that she would be able to catch her breath. She was wrong. Each drop that hit the floor sapped that much more strength from her. In the end, the minor cuts made her an easy kill. But I couldn’t expect that my next opponent would be so easy.
Rain drops outside of my window. Well not really, which makes me happy. I really don’t like rain. I dont like snow either. I also dont like chocolate drops, or gum drops. Do you like drops? Thats wonderful. Yes I know.
It’s not known why or when, but when it drops, it falls – there’s no getting back up.