what is the meaning of this site? i don’t get it. it’s silly to me. but still, im goning to write something for out of boredom. hihi..oh shit time’s running on me. im not okay … i wanna live better
this skin folds around me, taking in the warmness of my belly. exhaling, i parent the parts of me that live there, safe, secure, unbothered. they have taken refuge in the wreath of my center.
The laundry was piling up, all of it clean of course, but she just couldn’t get herself to fold it. Maybe it was the fact she had to put it away that kept her from doing it, or maybe it was that she was afraid to find his shirts in there. It would bring back to much to fold his shirts.
the folds of her dress were swimming around him as he enveloped her in his arms. she was only half naked, but fully exposed. he could feel her breath on his neck and the desire in her pulse. he knew that for the rest of the night she would be his, and no one could take that away from him
I sat there, hoping for a good hand. He dealt. I picked up my cards. “What kind of crap is this?” I exclaimed. Needless to say, I folded. End of story.
Fold in half this piece of paper some call life. Is it really mine? Yours? Borrowed. Bought. Sold. Fold in half my life and I’ll miss none. My life folded.
I fold my heart before you because you are the shining moonlight of the world. I am your only piece of paper on which I wish for you to write. I need your ink the way I need to be held by the hands of a lover.
Folding space in my mind is like traveling through time. When shall I go? I think the middle ages. A time when the world was not happy or excited about being.
folds are a nice thing to have they are great for cooking and they always make me happy folding paper is fun. sometimes i fold paper to make airplanes folds are good for marking your place in a book they will never let you down.
sometimes i tend to do that thing in school where you take a piece of paper and fold it as many times as you can until it becomes too difficult to move anymore inward, and i’ve wondered if maybe people are the same way, as if they sort of have limits to how much they can take before refusing to budge.
the folds of a vagina! my aren’t there plenty! in fact, its common for a girl to get confused with her own anatomy. for instance grade nine, kendra in my class asked “HOW MANY HOLES ARE DOWN THERE?” and yeah. That was pathetic. My teacher said “Guess”. She said 10.
I hate freakin folding. I spend all myy time folding in my stupid origomi class and I’m sick of it. If God wanted me to fold dumn pieces of paper he wouldn’t have made it some dumnly complicated. Idiots
she folds my hands as I tell her that we are not moving anymore. we are simply standing at the same place. beside the oak, under the gray sky, in the blue room. CONTRADICTION. or so I am told. we miss it. the blue room and I.
Fold underwear, shirts, clothes. Other things fold too … there are folds in paper. It’s both a noun and a verb. Folding makes me think mostly of chores though. :P But it could be fun. You fold wrapping paper while wrapping presents to make them look pretty.
I fold into you. I felt like that once or twice when I was with a women. She folded into me and I her. Hard to explain, something you have to experience. But such magic in that word.
when you fold something, you take your hands and move them together. the last time i folded something was today in french when i got a bad grade on my quiz. I didnt want anyone to see it, so i folded it in half. then my friend started doodling on it and made it even more embaressing.
She let the tension fall away from her body, like wrinkles chased from a fold of pleated cloth. Layer by layer, she felt the stress of the past weeks slide away, leaving her refreshed and calm. Whew.
The napkin was folded delicately into a triangle, sitting atop the silver wedding china, and as Elliot unfolded the napkin and dropped it into her lap, the reflection glanced up at her with delicate blue eyes and a familiar
fold..i dont like to fold clothes, so many people have different ways to fold there clothes. i like to fold paper when i need to conserve it. theres so many ways to fold clothes to fit in your backpack, its crazy. im hungry
i dont know what to write about..but i do know i have to study for my exams this week. i have back to back and i havent really been studying like i should be. the weather is bad outside, its been pouring for the last couple of days, how dreadful. its makes me want to make a hot cocoa and just warm myself up by a fire.
fold clothes, fold paper fold napkins fold ingredients into my kitchen aid to make cookies and bread and deliciousness that will then turn into fat folds my mom folds her hands across her lap when she gets mad and wants me to fold the towels correctly
The note was folded in his pocket, a note he had spent some hours on. He pondered every word, crossed the t’s some three times to get them just right, yet he felt that perhaps nothing could ever capture the feeling; surly this note was nowhere near his hearts content.
I fold paper like crazy… it bothers me about my nails. I hate folding clothes because I can never ever ever get it right. They sure smell good though. And feel good when they’re warm, but they’re usually not because I leave them in a drier too long after they’re done.
The sheets hang off your limbs, and when you smile at me its like youre laughing at something just behind me, over my shoulder. The sun sliding in through the window casts shadows everywhere, and as you stand, the sheets fall into a pile on the floor. You become a silhouette and I become your anything.
by myspace.com/acricketforaconscious on 12.01.2009
what is the meaning of this site? i don’t get it. it’s silly to me. but still, im goning to write something for out of boredom. hihi..oh shit time’s running on me. im not okay … i wanna live better
my blood runf cold, my memorief have juft been fold.
i already wrote about this.
fold
this skin folds around me, taking in the warmness of my belly. exhaling, i parent the parts of me that live there, safe, secure, unbothered. they have taken refuge in the wreath of my center.
The laundry was piling up, all of it clean of course, but she just couldn’t get herself to fold it. Maybe it was the fact she had to put it away that kept her from doing it, or maybe it was that she was afraid to find his shirts in there. It would bring back to much to fold his shirts.
the folds of her dress were swimming around him as he enveloped her in his arms. she was only half naked, but fully exposed. he could feel her breath on his neck and the desire in her pulse. he knew that for the rest of the night she would be his, and no one could take that away from him
Fold your arms around me.
Not thin, paper-white sheets of malleable paper, but warm actual flesh.
To keep me warm.
I sat there, hoping for a good hand. He dealt. I picked up my cards. “What kind of crap is this?” I exclaimed. Needless to say, I folded. End of story.
Fold in half this piece of paper some call life. Is it really mine? Yours? Borrowed. Bought. Sold. Fold in half my life and I’ll miss none. My life folded.
huh
A fold in paper. A fold in clothes. A fold in anything.
I fold my heart before you because you are the shining moonlight of the world. I am your only piece of paper on which I wish for you to write. I need your ink the way I need to be held by the hands of a lover.
Folding space in my mind is like traveling through time. When shall I go? I think the middle ages. A time when the world was not happy or excited about being.
I’m going to fold.
7-2 offsuit sucks.
K-K is better, or even
anything same suit is better…
I’d rather fold myself out of this hand
before I lose all of my chips
And lose my quarter.
folds are a nice thing to have they are great for cooking and they always make me happy folding paper is fun. sometimes i fold paper to make airplanes folds are good for marking your place in a book they will never let you down.
folder
origami
paper clip
crease
ridge
ben
airplane
chairs
fraction
rift
I walked in, not sure where to go next. after looking all over, I found her in the laundry room, folding that damned sweater.
“I Fold.”
“What?”
“I Fold”
“But…”
“It’s Over”
“You Can’t Just!–“
“–Yes, I Can!”
“But…”
“I Can’t Do It Anymore!”
“But..”
“Just No…”
I have great hand. Pocket aces. He’s betting it all. What should I do. I have to fold. 5, 10, J, A. Bad Fold.
sometimes i tend to do that thing in school where you take a piece of paper and fold it as many times as you can until it becomes too difficult to move anymore inward, and i’ve wondered if maybe people are the same way, as if they sort of have limits to how much they can take before refusing to budge.
the folds of a vagina! my aren’t there plenty! in fact, its common for a girl to get confused with her own anatomy. for instance grade nine, kendra in my class asked “HOW MANY HOLES ARE DOWN THERE?” and yeah. That was pathetic. My teacher said “Guess”. She said 10.
I hate freakin folding. I spend all myy time folding in my stupid origomi class and I’m sick of it. If God wanted me to fold dumn pieces of paper he wouldn’t have made it some dumnly complicated. Idiots
A folding of a thick card stock sheet
Crisp as precise the paper breaks
Witness as a bird is born
Chasing the sky with broad stretched arms
Parallel to the horizon’s wind below
The sun dances on its fingertips
Take the fall and collapse in crumble
Pick apart the pieces and begin a new
Smoothing out the creases
she folds my hands as I tell her that we are not moving anymore. we are simply standing at the same place. beside the oak, under the gray sky, in the blue room. CONTRADICTION. or so I am told. we miss it. the blue room and I.
Fold underwear, shirts, clothes. Other things fold too … there are folds in paper. It’s both a noun and a verb. Folding makes me think mostly of chores though. :P But it could be fun. You fold wrapping paper while wrapping presents to make them look pretty.
give up
heart breaks in two
paper art
knees buckle and I fall to the floor
weakness
breath is taken away
I fold my clothes.
I fold into you. I felt like that once or twice when I was with a women. She folded into me and I her. Hard to explain, something you have to experience. But such magic in that word.
when you fold something, you take your hands and move them together. the last time i folded something was today in french when i got a bad grade on my quiz. I didnt want anyone to see it, so i folded it in half. then my friend started doodling on it and made it even more embaressing.
She let the tension fall away from her body, like wrinkles chased from a fold of pleated cloth. Layer by layer, she felt the stress of the past weeks slide away, leaving her refreshed and calm. Whew.
Whether you fold clothes or fold paper into extraordinary pieces of art, you breathing new life into a mundane object.
KJ
The napkin was folded delicately into a triangle, sitting atop the silver wedding china, and as Elliot unfolded the napkin and dropped it into her lap, the reflection glanced up at her with delicate blue eyes and a familiar
fold..i dont like to fold clothes, so many people have different ways to fold there clothes. i like to fold paper when i need to conserve it. theres so many ways to fold clothes to fit in your backpack, its crazy. im hungry
i dont know what to write about..but i do know i have to study for my exams this week. i have back to back and i havent really been studying like i should be. the weather is bad outside, its been pouring for the last couple of days, how dreadful. its makes me want to make a hot cocoa and just warm myself up by a fire.
fold clothes, fold paper fold napkins fold ingredients into my kitchen aid to make cookies and bread and deliciousness that will then turn into fat folds my mom folds her hands across her lap when she gets mad and wants me to fold the towels correctly
The note was folded in his pocket, a note he had spent some hours on. He pondered every word, crossed the t’s some three times to get them just right, yet he felt that perhaps nothing could ever capture the feeling; surly this note was nowhere near his hearts content.
I fold paper like crazy… it bothers me about my nails. I hate folding clothes because I can never ever ever get it right. They sure smell good though. And feel good when they’re warm, but they’re usually not because I leave them in a drier too long after they’re done.
The sheets hang off your limbs, and when you smile at me its like youre laughing at something just behind me, over my shoulder. The sun sliding in through the window casts shadows everywhere, and as you stand, the sheets fall into a pile on the floor. You become a silhouette and I become your anything.