The water rushed around me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was like this before, when I was young. I kept the water locked in this room. Then when it was too late, it flooded out.
the floodgates opened up and like a rushing, whirling, storm-filled eddy, his emotions came pouring out. my uncle was now the image of a broken man – one who had lost everything – wife, kids, dignity. what he did not know, though, was of our family’s secret strength. It originated from his grandfather, a crusty man who was known to the whole family as Bumps.
Face flushed, choking, I crawl my way out of the overflowing river. Lakes had been so much easier to manage, why had I considered this to be just as easy? Others had warned me against trying to swim across, but I didn’t hear. Or rather, I didn’t want to hear. Deep breaths fill my lungs, a welcome relief I never thought I’d feel again.
I used to feel a flood of emotions just looking at your name. But now I feel nothing towards that picture of us, those flowers you gave, that box that you made. I’ve become so numb, just a shadow floating by. When I tried to leave the emotion of sadness I made myself a ghost.
my thoughts bursting seams of sanity, clumsily rushing with pure motion of emotion, swirling and raging untameabley toward everything within it’s reach. So desperate to meet something to hold it’s same force, for steady balance.
Your words flood my mind, my heart, my body. Everything I once controlled is now at your mercy and convulses to the tune of your simple nouns and verbs – doing what you please with the things that were once mine. All that I think of is your last piece of magic that you imparted upon me and all that I wish is for your words to come true.
It was the floorboards, as they peeled up from under themselves like the dying screams in the fading colors of the back room. The water had reached what could be called after a “flood,” and continued to fill till, as implied, it flooded.
It starts from the center and it oozes outward like water, screaming at the gates, shaking them until the gatekeeper lets them free. It starts at the center and it spreads like light from under the door. It washes us away, we squeeze until our knuckles are white. And then we’re inundated.
the flood came pouring in and i couldnt do anything to stop it. the water fillled the room and began a slow start to swallowing it whole. i tride to run but the weigth of the water held me down. then suddenly the water became a waterfall and began to pour in faster then ever before. this was it. the water reach so high i could no longer stand so i had to start swimming. this was the end. i couldnt reach the door and the ceilling was coming closer and colser. and the sound of the water began crashing in my ears. so loud like thunder. i closed my eyes and bid farwell. the end was near, my end was here. the water filled my lungs as i gasps to breath but no air came and then everthing went dark.
The rain has stopped and the flood begins. The rain came down in sheets. I have never seen so much rain in all my life. Flood? That’s what it was. A flood of all floods.
The flood is almost over. It has been a great shopping season. It’s nice to know that people really do enjoy our items and are going to get them as Christmas gifts
This cold night, was violently attacked by heaviest rain seen in last decade. Nobody expected such a happening, nor meteorologists nor normal people. The floods were logical in this case, but the the question should be asked about reason of those rains.
Just the idea of going with him seemed incredibly absurd. There was no possible way I could give up this life and leave everything I knew just to travel with some stranger; even though I felt like I knew him. The flood of emotions swept over me, and great feelings of confusion and joy submerged my brain in a swell of colors.
The flood brought the community together. The indoor soccer stadium of the Bluewater High School housed the kids who ate oatmeal and hotdogs for dinner and also those who had dogs that ate oatmeal and hotdogs together.
Where I live, I never have to worry about flooding, but I’ve heard about it, read about it, and of course, there’s always life’s way of flooding you with stuff to do, people, drama, what’s happening…Life has an annoying habit of flooding you with information, death, lies, people, stuff! All. THe. Time.
I ran through the trees, my chest heaving from sprinting and hyperventilating, my eyes decreasing to slits and tears streaming over my cheekbones, creating a flood that streamed vertically, clinging to my skin. The rain started to hit the canopy above, and after a few seconds, the clouds formed one solid block of gray and poured with all of their might. The branches scratched my face, elongating to reach my pale skin, rough like a grandmother’s nails. The lightning flashed and the world changed colors and back again to darkness faster than my feet were hitting the increasingly soggy ground. Combining with the light, the rain sounded like it hit metal, and the trees shined in the split second of light. I was reminded of him, and felt like heaven, my feet lightened and my heart jumped a beat. I pretended that we were there together, again, in his place of gears and springs, I pretended that the lightning was the copper plates and that it was warm and safe, I fooled myself into believing, and I had lost my mind completely. So completely, that I forgot, and when I saw a figure in the darkness I opened my arms wide and waved them crazily instead of hiding and counting to make my breathing slow. The bullet was so fast, it hit me before I heard the sound. Not that I would have, because it was silent. I wouldn’t ever hear the news of their new snipers, though.
A similar problem, which for him now had degenerated into an incessant downward flow of turmoil and smaller intervallic unforeseen issues, occurred w/r/t his mother I had heard. It had been posted on his sister’s facebook wall. A flood of comments followed the initial announcement: ‘what happened’ ‘is there anything we can do’ ‘our deepest sympathies’ ‘please let us know if there is anything i can do to help’ ‘we wish you the best and hope things get better for your mother and brother’ ‘your brother too? we’re so sorry.’
I ran through the trees, my chest heaving from sprinting and hyperventilating, my eyes decreasing to slits and tears streaming over my cheekbones. The rain started to hit the canopy above, and after a few seconds, the clouds formed one solid block of gray and poured with all of their might. The branches scratched my face, elongating to reach my pale skin, rough like a grandmother’s nails. The lightning flashed and the world changed colors and back again to darkness faster than my feet were hitting the increasingly soggy ground. Combining with the light, the rain sounded like it hit metal, and the trees shined in the split second of light. I was reminded of him, and felt like heaven, my feet lightened and my heart jumped a beat. I pretended that we were there together, again, in his place of gears and springs, I pretended that the lightning was the copper plates and that it was warm and safe, I fooled myself into believing, and I had lost my mind completely. So completely, that I forgot, and when I saw a figure in the darkness I opened my arms wide and waved them crazily instead of hiding and counting to make my breathing slow. The bullet was so fast, it hit me before I heard the sound.
I’ve lost my mojo. It’s gone. Maybe I never had any to begin with and I was just fooling myself. Maybe it disappeared when the flood went through these parts and now it’s being enjoyed by someone more deserving downstream. If it never returns, what then?
Tears flooded my eyes and your face became blurred. All i saw was your outline as you walked away, and all i felt was the weight in my chest as i fell to the floor, sobbing. You will never know what you do to me.
Its raining today, December 21, 2011 in New Hampshire…. why isn’t it snowing? There is no ice, no snow just rain, rain until it floods. And everything that was beautiful about the winter, snow cover black boughs and cracked ice that squeals and shatters upon added weight is gone. The most beautiful time of year is gone and is replaced with a slushy rain and warmth that everyone but me enjoys.
The water cascaded down the cobbled streets
Flooding their shoes and galloshes with
Cold water as the people tried to avoid
Slipping on salt covered ice patches
That came in time to trip them up
On their busiest last day of buying all
Too quick notice gifts
But the reflections in the puddles
Resounded that this was peace eternal
floods can ruien peoples lives… they can also be a fun way to play in the water and get school canceld for the week… poeple should organise an occasional flood more often… i think the world needs that ya know??
The gates of some ugly mansion in the middle of my father’s mind couldn’t have kept this rush of hemoglodin liquid from pooling in the cup made from white-as-pure-snow bedding between my thighs. This flood is manmade.
Emotions hit you like a tidal wave
Flow through you like a flood
The inevitable tears form like waterfalls
And the relief
The sweet relief
Hits you head on
There was a flood of tears, and then she sputtered — “I can’t believe you don’t love me any more!” He laughed and walked away. How could it be over in just a flash of time? She had felt that he was the love of her life. Through the tears, suddenly there was a rainbow — maybe her pot of gold was of her own making, and giving her power away to a jerk of a man was not the answer!
They say, “A flood is coming. It will wipe out every mistake, every heartache. You will be happy once again.” But how can you be so sure? I’ve lived 7 years with these mistakes, this heartache- this absence of happiness. One Son can really help me onto my feet again? I’m incredibly hesitant to believe this.
Flooding in through the partly parted curtains the sunshine whispered promises of a future. Whispered not in my ear but my heart, told me to keep trying, get back up and never let go. It was true, is true, and through the Holy Spirit I’m now free.
A flood of emotions coursed throw my body. i was unaware that life had just taken a sudden turn and that i was going to find something interesting on the other side. it had been a few years since i had been here but we i would soon find out what the outcome would be.
There I quietly stood, unbeknownst to her that I was even there. The shadows gave me the perfect opportunity to take it all in from afar. I saw her lips quiver and her puffy red-rimmed eyes blink back more salty tears. I always knew I’d cause someone a flood of grief, I just never expected that it would be her and I was sincerely sorry for that.
There was a great flood in Old Testament times that lasted for 40 days and 40 nights. Noah built an ark and brought his family and two of every animal because God told him to. After the flood God said that He would never destroy the earth again and He made a rainbow as his promise.
The water rushed around me. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. I was like this before, when I was young. I kept the water locked in this room. Then when it was too late, it flooded out.
the floodgates opened up and like a rushing, whirling, storm-filled eddy, his emotions came pouring out. my uncle was now the image of a broken man – one who had lost everything – wife, kids, dignity. what he did not know, though, was of our family’s secret strength. It originated from his grandfather, a crusty man who was known to the whole family as Bumps.
Face flushed, choking, I crawl my way out of the overflowing river. Lakes had been so much easier to manage, why had I considered this to be just as easy? Others had warned me against trying to swim across, but I didn’t hear. Or rather, I didn’t want to hear. Deep breaths fill my lungs, a welcome relief I never thought I’d feel again.
water rains down,…..
flowing over and over and under and underneath
theres no escape to the torrents of rain
water, water,water,
everything there is.
and it may be cleansing, but more likely than not,
it’ll leave behind a stench, a rot
I used to feel a flood of emotions just looking at your name. But now I feel nothing towards that picture of us, those flowers you gave, that box that you made. I’ve become so numb, just a shadow floating by. When I tried to leave the emotion of sadness I made myself a ghost.
my thoughts bursting seams of sanity, clumsily rushing with pure motion of emotion, swirling and raging untameabley toward everything within it’s reach. So desperate to meet something to hold it’s same force, for steady balance.
flood is a feeling (like overwhelming affection) as well as a natural disaster and there is no less devastation
Your words flood my mind, my heart, my body. Everything I once controlled is now at your mercy and convulses to the tune of your simple nouns and verbs – doing what you please with the things that were once mine. All that I think of is your last piece of magic that you imparted upon me and all that I wish is for your words to come true.
It was the floorboards, as they peeled up from under themselves like the dying screams in the fading colors of the back room. The water had reached what could be called after a “flood,” and continued to fill till, as implied, it flooded.
It starts from the center and it oozes outward like water, screaming at the gates, shaking them until the gatekeeper lets them free. It starts at the center and it spreads like light from under the door. It washes us away, we squeeze until our knuckles are white. And then we’re inundated.
I gasped when I saw the pictures. The water up to the rooftops
“That’s grandma’s neighborhood, isn’t it?”
The flood of emotions that overcame me was almost too much to handle.
I sat back, trying to sort through everything I was feeling.
the flood came pouring in and i couldnt do anything to stop it. the water fillled the room and began a slow start to swallowing it whole. i tride to run but the weigth of the water held me down. then suddenly the water became a waterfall and began to pour in faster then ever before. this was it. the water reach so high i could no longer stand so i had to start swimming. this was the end. i couldnt reach the door and the ceilling was coming closer and colser. and the sound of the water began crashing in my ears. so loud like thunder. i closed my eyes and bid farwell. the end was near, my end was here. the water filled my lungs as i gasps to breath but no air came and then everthing went dark.
The rain has stopped and the flood begins. The rain came down in sheets. I have never seen so much rain in all my life. Flood? That’s what it was. A flood of all floods.
The flood is almost over. It has been a great shopping season. It’s nice to know that people really do enjoy our items and are going to get them as Christmas gifts
This cold night, was violently attacked by heaviest rain seen in last decade. Nobody expected such a happening, nor meteorologists nor normal people. The floods were logical in this case, but the the question should be asked about reason of those rains.
Just the idea of going with him seemed incredibly absurd. There was no possible way I could give up this life and leave everything I knew just to travel with some stranger; even though I felt like I knew him. The flood of emotions swept over me, and great feelings of confusion and joy submerged my brain in a swell of colors.
The flood brought the community together. The indoor soccer stadium of the Bluewater High School housed the kids who ate oatmeal and hotdogs for dinner and also those who had dogs that ate oatmeal and hotdogs together.
It was the driest time of the year, and the flookd took everyone by surprise. Left homeless, they felt the need to move, to cleanse themselves.
Where I live, I never have to worry about flooding, but I’ve heard about it, read about it, and of course, there’s always life’s way of flooding you with stuff to do, people, drama, what’s happening…Life has an annoying habit of flooding you with information, death, lies, people, stuff! All. THe. Time.
I ran through the trees, my chest heaving from sprinting and hyperventilating, my eyes decreasing to slits and tears streaming over my cheekbones, creating a flood that streamed vertically, clinging to my skin. The rain started to hit the canopy above, and after a few seconds, the clouds formed one solid block of gray and poured with all of their might. The branches scratched my face, elongating to reach my pale skin, rough like a grandmother’s nails. The lightning flashed and the world changed colors and back again to darkness faster than my feet were hitting the increasingly soggy ground. Combining with the light, the rain sounded like it hit metal, and the trees shined in the split second of light. I was reminded of him, and felt like heaven, my feet lightened and my heart jumped a beat. I pretended that we were there together, again, in his place of gears and springs, I pretended that the lightning was the copper plates and that it was warm and safe, I fooled myself into believing, and I had lost my mind completely. So completely, that I forgot, and when I saw a figure in the darkness I opened my arms wide and waved them crazily instead of hiding and counting to make my breathing slow. The bullet was so fast, it hit me before I heard the sound. Not that I would have, because it was silent. I wouldn’t ever hear the news of their new snipers, though.
The basement flooded again. I thought the plumber had fixed the leak, but it failed again and now my toys are floating in a miniature sea.
A similar problem, which for him now had degenerated into an incessant downward flow of turmoil and smaller intervallic unforeseen issues, occurred w/r/t his mother I had heard. It had been posted on his sister’s facebook wall. A flood of comments followed the initial announcement: ‘what happened’ ‘is there anything we can do’ ‘our deepest sympathies’ ‘please let us know if there is anything i can do to help’ ‘we wish you the best and hope things get better for your mother and brother’ ‘your brother too? we’re so sorry.’
I ran through the trees, my chest heaving from sprinting and hyperventilating, my eyes decreasing to slits and tears streaming over my cheekbones. The rain started to hit the canopy above, and after a few seconds, the clouds formed one solid block of gray and poured with all of their might. The branches scratched my face, elongating to reach my pale skin, rough like a grandmother’s nails. The lightning flashed and the world changed colors and back again to darkness faster than my feet were hitting the increasingly soggy ground. Combining with the light, the rain sounded like it hit metal, and the trees shined in the split second of light. I was reminded of him, and felt like heaven, my feet lightened and my heart jumped a beat. I pretended that we were there together, again, in his place of gears and springs, I pretended that the lightning was the copper plates and that it was warm and safe, I fooled myself into believing, and I had lost my mind completely. So completely, that I forgot, and when I saw a figure in the darkness I opened my arms wide and waved them crazily instead of hiding and counting to make my breathing slow. The bullet was so fast, it hit me before I heard the sound.
I’ve lost my mojo. It’s gone. Maybe I never had any to begin with and I was just fooling myself. Maybe it disappeared when the flood went through these parts and now it’s being enjoyed by someone more deserving downstream. If it never returns, what then?
Tears flooded my eyes and your face became blurred. All i saw was your outline as you walked away, and all i felt was the weight in my chest as i fell to the floor, sobbing. You will never know what you do to me.
Its raining today, December 21, 2011 in New Hampshire…. why isn’t it snowing? There is no ice, no snow just rain, rain until it floods. And everything that was beautiful about the winter, snow cover black boughs and cracked ice that squeals and shatters upon added weight is gone. The most beautiful time of year is gone and is replaced with a slushy rain and warmth that everyone but me enjoys.
The water cascaded down the cobbled streets
Flooding their shoes and galloshes with
Cold water as the people tried to avoid
Slipping on salt covered ice patches
That came in time to trip them up
On their busiest last day of buying all
Too quick notice gifts
But the reflections in the puddles
Resounded that this was peace eternal
floods can ruien peoples lives… they can also be a fun way to play in the water and get school canceld for the week… poeple should organise an occasional flood more often… i think the world needs that ya know??
flood is a wavy water invasion that makes people hurry to escape. a natural disaster that still threatens some countries.
The gates of some ugly mansion in the middle of my father’s mind couldn’t have kept this rush of hemoglodin liquid from pooling in the cup made from white-as-pure-snow bedding between my thighs. This flood is manmade.
Emotions hit you like a tidal wave
Flow through you like a flood
The inevitable tears form like waterfalls
And the relief
The sweet relief
Hits you head on
And you know everything’s gonna be okay.
There was a flood of tears, and then she sputtered — “I can’t believe you don’t love me any more!” He laughed and walked away. How could it be over in just a flash of time? She had felt that he was the love of her life. Through the tears, suddenly there was a rainbow — maybe her pot of gold was of her own making, and giving her power away to a jerk of a man was not the answer!
They say, “A flood is coming. It will wipe out every mistake, every heartache. You will be happy once again.” But how can you be so sure? I’ve lived 7 years with these mistakes, this heartache- this absence of happiness. One Son can really help me onto my feet again? I’m incredibly hesitant to believe this.
Flooding in through the partly parted curtains the sunshine whispered promises of a future. Whispered not in my ear but my heart, told me to keep trying, get back up and never let go. It was true, is true, and through the Holy Spirit I’m now free.
A flood of emotions coursed throw my body. i was unaware that life had just taken a sudden turn and that i was going to find something interesting on the other side. it had been a few years since i had been here but we i would soon find out what the outcome would be.
There I quietly stood, unbeknownst to her that I was even there. The shadows gave me the perfect opportunity to take it all in from afar. I saw her lips quiver and her puffy red-rimmed eyes blink back more salty tears. I always knew I’d cause someone a flood of grief, I just never expected that it would be her and I was sincerely sorry for that.
After me comes the (flood)
overwhelming sense
of hope
of joy
of peace
Before comes the wait
the Advent.
There was a great flood in Old Testament times that lasted for 40 days and 40 nights. Noah built an ark and brought his family and two of every animal because God told him to. After the flood God said that He would never destroy the earth again and He made a rainbow as his promise.
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