Autumn was omnipresent. Leaves crunching satisfactorily underneath your feet was often the only noise as winter waited patiently around the corner. The world was quiet… dying as the world does in the fall. And we sat there quietly as he lay quiet… dying as the world does in the fall.
they had fallen, failed experiments, like nefarious giants from the mixed loins of angels and mankind, and they inhabited the earth similarly. demonlike they perpetually thirsted for youth and hungered for dolce & gabbana. and like zombies they groped after their leader, cher, forever unsated in their lust after airbrushed perfection.
The trees in the meadow had long since fallen, but the larks which frequented the nearby woods still fluttered overhead, almost like a mournful funeral procession. Their dark silhouettes cut up the sky.
My heart has falllen from the depths of the sky in which you created from the whim of your mighty hand. You set me on a feather and let me fall, fall into the crashing concrete of reality.
fallen… this is what I feel. Fallen from a crest, a high peak. he’s fallen. his fallenness contributes to my pain. We’ve fallen so far from what we used to be, and it hurts like hell.
One day an angel hit it’s head. It had fallen from the heavens. The man who discovered this fallen angel only wondered, was this an omen, help, an answer to his prayers or something very different….
The words fell on the paper like silk. But it wasn’t that easy.
The strings still hung from the ceiling, none in which had a tie.
The decisions are still to be made. Everything hasn’t fallen together, but it’s not quite fallen apart.
Angels and madmen and possibly humanity or love fallen like old rosepetals from last years roses I fall you fall down to all eternity and more enlightenment than you’d find from up
Out of the sky. Like a bird only wingless and much heavier…well then you wouldn’t be like a bird at all. Only falling. fallen. The ground is not very forgiving. Not even to birds.
I had just fallen on my knees. Damn.
My new pair of jeans now had a green stain on them. I cursed out loud. Usually I wasn’t one to be pressed over my clothes, but my mother had just gotten them for me.
I’ve fallen more than once for this thing we call love. And each time seems to be worse than the time before. I can’t help but to put all of my energy into the person that I’m chasing and in doing so I end up getting hurt.
I have fallen so long ago, was it really a true fall or a dream. Can you unfall, maybe it is just called getting up. That’s it I have gotten up, but where do I go from here? It is a much different landscape from the initial decent. Can I navigate through this? Do I carry on or do I run as fast as I can until I find myself fallen again?
I have fallen. Further and further from the arms in the sky, the welcoming and comforting embrace. Pushed them back to the clouds for that is where they rightfully belong…right? If not, they certainly don’t belong around me, my body that will taint His perfection. Yet, they reach down, patiently awaiting my imperfection.
I am a jack knife in astroglide, surfing through the void I am, intentional misconnection on the plane of nine dimensions. ripe as your cornucopia fallen from the branches of your family tree, an encyclopedia of kaleidoscopic hallucinations.
Fallen on my knees. Falling in love, falling so deep i lose sight of you, of me, of whats right and wrong. falling hurts. falling is a thrill. falling is worth living. i never want to fall again.
I am a fallen star. Nobody notices me but a simple few. I love going unnoticed, but it’s also a bother, as I feel I can do great things for the world, but nobody even bothers to notice. I am lost, but I have hope for me. Hope saves the fallen, the fallen like me.
I have fallen and I CAN get up. I will get up and I will continue on my path of life. The moment O stay , the monet I stop is the moment I die a little bit.
i don’t think i have ever fallen really bad. I have never broken a bone from falling never fallen from a tree or a high place. I used to play on the swings in middle school and jump from realy high up but i never fell.
Watching up in the sky, a saw a shimmering light above me. It was strange, but somehow I wanted to touch it… the urge was almost irresistible. I wanted to rise to the fallen…
I have fallen in love. Deeply in love. I have fallen so deeply in love I am unable to fully comprehend what the meaning of this feeling is. I don’t understand it. It’s just there, and very good.
I’ve fallen from the sky and I’m not hitting the ground. I wonder whats happening, how long this will take. I can’t see anything, gravity’s pulling me down. Oh no! whats happenning? Will this ever end. thud! silence . sabaw
a bird fell out of a nest there were bits of cracked eggshell all around it, it had fallen down, it was dead, where was mother bird, we dont know, but that was all there was, just a jelly egg bird in a little shell all dead and wet.
I had fallen into a trap. She told me lies, and I bought them all. You tend to believe the person you think you’re in love with over your friends. I was wrong.
Fallen and dying. at least its a brave way to go, being shot i mean. I’m strong, i can die like a solider… I’ll see my family up there in heaven right? I will… I’ll let it take over…. bye world
The fallen leaves shushed along the path as Mariah trudged up the hill toward Hutchins Manor. Their shared secret had cleaved them apart for decades. But now old Mr. Hutchins had asked specifically for her to return to care for him and for the only home she had ever known. “His love for his home is nothing compared to my love for him,” she thought as she gazed at the dilapidated yet majestic building. “And so I’ll keep silent.”
Autumn was omnipresent. Leaves crunching satisfactorily underneath your feet was often the only noise as winter waited patiently around the corner. The world was quiet… dying as the world does in the fall. And we sat there quietly as he lay quiet… dying as the world does in the fall.
they had fallen, failed experiments, like nefarious giants from the mixed loins of angels and mankind, and they inhabited the earth similarly. demonlike they perpetually thirsted for youth and hungered for dolce & gabbana. and like zombies they groped after their leader, cher, forever unsated in their lust after airbrushed perfection.
The trees in the meadow had long since fallen, but the larks which frequented the nearby woods still fluttered overhead, almost like a mournful funeral procession. Their dark silhouettes cut up the sky.
My heart has falllen from the depths of the sky in which you created from the whim of your mighty hand. You set me on a feather and let me fall, fall into the crashing concrete of reality.
fallen… this is what I feel. Fallen from a crest, a high peak. he’s fallen. his fallenness contributes to my pain. We’ve fallen so far from what we used to be, and it hurts like hell.
I had fallen and now I’m lifted up into the air, not to cry again.
One day an angel hit it’s head. It had fallen from the heavens. The man who discovered this fallen angel only wondered, was this an omen, help, an answer to his prayers or something very different….
and i can’t get up. what ever happened to that woman? did someone help her? is she still alive? i wonder.
The words fell on the paper like silk. But it wasn’t that easy.
The strings still hung from the ceiling, none in which had a tie.
The decisions are still to be made. Everything hasn’t fallen together, but it’s not quite fallen apart.
The leaf falls in the fall. The snow fall in the winter. The water drops in spring. The people jump in the water in summer.
Angels and madmen and possibly humanity or love fallen like old rosepetals from last years roses I fall you fall down to all eternity and more enlightenment than you’d find from up
Fallen. I’d fallen out of love. Not that I even know what love is. I’m just 15, but nevertheless I no longer had feelings for Ron.
forest floor the branch came from high above only to
Out of the sky. Like a bird only wingless and much heavier…well then you wouldn’t be like a bird at all. Only falling. fallen. The ground is not very forgiving. Not even to birds.
i have fallen into your love and now i feel lucky so i love you my dear
i have fallen into your beautiful trap but i like it
now you have me
I had just fallen on my knees. Damn.
My new pair of jeans now had a green stain on them. I cursed out loud. Usually I wasn’t one to be pressed over my clothes, but my mother had just gotten them for me.
Belzebub was said to have fallen. Did he/she fall or rise up. Or down? Of was there not enough yeast to rise up when the world was created?
I have fallen and it difficult to get back up. I look for that strength to help me, but it cannot be found. Now what?
I’ve fallen more than once for this thing we call love. And each time seems to be worse than the time before. I can’t help but to put all of my energy into the person that I’m chasing and in doing so I end up getting hurt.
I have fallen so long ago, was it really a true fall or a dream. Can you unfall, maybe it is just called getting up. That’s it I have gotten up, but where do I go from here? It is a much different landscape from the initial decent. Can I navigate through this? Do I carry on or do I run as fast as I can until I find myself fallen again?
Oh, god. Twenty years it took for me to cross that line. That’s one score. One fifth of a life should I live a century.
It was just a kiss but that’s all it took and now I’ve fallen.
I have fallen. Further and further from the arms in the sky, the welcoming and comforting embrace. Pushed them back to the clouds for that is where they rightfully belong…right? If not, they certainly don’t belong around me, my body that will taint His perfection. Yet, they reach down, patiently awaiting my imperfection.
I am a jack knife in astroglide, surfing through the void I am, intentional misconnection on the plane of nine dimensions. ripe as your cornucopia fallen from the branches of your family tree, an encyclopedia of kaleidoscopic hallucinations.
Fallen on my knees. Falling in love, falling so deep i lose sight of you, of me, of whats right and wrong. falling hurts. falling is a thrill. falling is worth living. i never want to fall again.
I am a fallen star. Nobody notices me but a simple few. I love going unnoticed, but it’s also a bother, as I feel I can do great things for the world, but nobody even bothers to notice. I am lost, but I have hope for me. Hope saves the fallen, the fallen like me.
Black ash fell from the sky on December 26, 2063, coating the entire isle of Wittenor in a blanket of darkness.
I have fallen and I CAN get up. I will get up and I will continue on my path of life. The moment O stay , the monet I stop is the moment I die a little bit.
i don’t think i have ever fallen really bad. I have never broken a bone from falling never fallen from a tree or a high place. I used to play on the swings in middle school and jump from realy high up but i never fell.
fallen to her knees she drew upon her little secrets coming to the conclusion that her mouth was sweeter revenge than any bear trap/lie/mental hit.
Watching up in the sky, a saw a shimmering light above me. It was strange, but somehow I wanted to touch it… the urge was almost irresistible. I wanted to rise to the fallen…
I’m fallen. Fallen in time. Fallen on gravity. Fallen for you. I don’t know why. I don’t know when. But you took my heart and I fell along.
waterfalls. i have always loved them. falling in a water. just like loving for the first time. just like summersun
I have fallen in love. Deeply in love. I have fallen so deeply in love I am unable to fully comprehend what the meaning of this feeling is. I don’t understand it. It’s just there, and very good.
I’ve fallen off the bathtub whilst showering the other night and tore my ankle ligament, my foot swelled up and i’ve been having trouble walking since
I’ve fallen from the sky and I’m not hitting the ground. I wonder whats happening, how long this will take. I can’t see anything, gravity’s pulling me down. Oh no! whats happenning? Will this ever end. thud! silence . sabaw
a bird fell out of a nest there were bits of cracked eggshell all around it, it had fallen down, it was dead, where was mother bird, we dont know, but that was all there was, just a jelly egg bird in a little shell all dead and wet.
fallen lassen – gefallen – lassen – gefällt – morbider holz-abgesang – seltsamer gedankengang
I had fallen into a trap. She told me lies, and I bought them all. You tend to believe the person you think you’re in love with over your friends. I was wrong.
Fallen and dying. at least its a brave way to go, being shot i mean. I’m strong, i can die like a solider… I’ll see my family up there in heaven right? I will… I’ll let it take over…. bye world
The fallen leaves shushed along the path as Mariah trudged up the hill toward Hutchins Manor. Their shared secret had cleaved them apart for decades. But now old Mr. Hutchins had asked specifically for her to return to care for him and for the only home she had ever known. “His love for his home is nothing compared to my love for him,” she thought as she gazed at the dilapidated yet majestic building. “And so I’ll keep silent.”