gravel is rough, gravel sounds like dreams fossilized and placed on the ground for texture to remind us what we tread on in life. everytime a dream dies, it becomes gravel on the road to life and we can all learn a great deal by examining the gravel we so callously crunch beneath our feet.
The sidewalk outside was filled with gravel and as Marie stepped over the rocks out on the pavement she couldn’t help but think of her loved one who was flying away this very afternoon.
Deep bitumen fellating through the ground, coarse and dark like rocksalt turned impure over time, thick and dense like mountainous paths leading into a false sense of security. Sludgerous and monotonous, deep and penetrating winding off on roads to distant lands.
walk on it , layed down on paths, the word gravel has five letters and to my knowledge only one meaning. it is used for building . gravel can be used in the home on driveways and out the back garden. a mixture of stones
gravel is really just a collection of small rocks that are mixed together. It is used to make concrete, or just put on roadways to make it better to drive on when it is wet.
Gravel is mined from veins in the ground, where it was deposited by glaciers long ago.
rocks and ground, hurt my feet, near mud. gravel. sharp and pointy. grey,white,black,brown. ow. damn rocks. can’t run on gravel unless i want to hobble later.
the driveway shuddered under the weight of the car as she pulled out as quickly as she could. there was no space for waiting, and no time to think of another option. she had threatened, but never before acted this decisively. looking back, she heard the crunch of gravel under his feet as he slowly walked to the edge of the driveway to watch her pull away into the world.
Elvis singing about the Gravel road that leads to…I don’t know what. Why is gravel such a big thing – after all it is just small stones. Small stones instead of “big stones” = big problems. So we need small problems we can overcome?
gritty, round, sharp, little pebbles of pieces of your life, make up the gravel pit you now see before you…some have rough edges, some have beautiful colors, some are simple…just like the experiences you’ve had.
Rough ground crunching under foot as the man approaches the door. The woman inside knows what he is here for and dreads having to open the door, but knows she has to if she wants to find out the truth.
Road. Rally games. McAdam’s invention. Reminds me of Greece and Cyprus. Mediterran trees, hot climate. Twigs on beaches, pickup truck driving and rollin’ dust everywhere.
Gravel was embedded in my palm and knees, but I laughed as you and Kayla poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound and then cried as I managed to bruise my hip coming up your stairs, wood floor against sock, and it hurt but you were there, and even then, I love you for being there, and I loved myself for being able to laugh with you.
the small piece of gravel wedged itself into the bottom of her shoe. though it didn’t hurt, it made for some noisy walking as she continued to trod down the sidewalk.
Funny that something so small could make such a racket. it could also be used as a small piece of chalk I guess as it scratched its way down the road with her.
Grovel and your knees are cut up by this jagged floor. Tell me, what’s it earned you to bow and scrape? Forget it, I’ll rebel and die if I have to rather than risk becoming a mundanity.
the footprints were indecipherable due to the fact that they were on gravel. the detective pondered the conundrum and then searched in hiw head for a different way to attckthe problem. C
crunchy, sharp, don’t walk on it with bare feet, great for driveways, looks nicer when wet, pretty colours, where does it come from?, pebbles, beach, rice crispy
the gravel is lining the driveway. I eat gravel for breakfast. His voice was like gravel. rich smooth and ultimately compelling. i think i like him just beccause of his rich rolling b=voice. gravel reminds me of the good old days in the southern back country.
My son spread the gravel in the drive way. An act of service for his parents who had to drive over that hump left from the road grater as it took the washboard out of the road. It was a great job – beneficial to all. A heart a service and its benefactors.
Drifting across another turn, I grin. I’m driving without thinking, looking at the cars, the road, everything. A patch of gravel is on the next turn, right around the corner. The guardrail snaps, and I see the city below leaping up to eat me whole. It’s going to –
ground up dirty that works it’s way into cuts when you fall down and scape yourself. Horrible to run on. Are there gravel factories, or does it come from somewhere else, or is it just a natural occurrence? Does it have to be a special type of rock to be considered gravel?
when walking up to my old house, your feet crunch on many rock about the size of quarters. you cannot help but make noise when you step on it because they all scrunch together under your feet.
soft sounding and yet hard. barefooted i can’t run across i need to walk like on fire. in winter gravel can freeze together, and then thaw out like peas. gravel is an adjective. gravelly voice, like an old woman. in many houses that have driveways, gravel is a feature.
as in a judge’s? as in banging it against the podium when he/she decides the court is out of order? How does one person come by that power, how is he/she determined to be more objective fair levelheaded than everyone else? how can we judge anyone? does the opinions of many people converging to a similar point make it the truth or the nearest to the truth?
gravel is the rocks stuck between my toes and I bend down in my new pants suit to tell the women I love that I can’t be with her. I cry and weep and all of the tears splash down onto the mud just so that when I run away you can see the trail of pain that those feet have caused. gravel is my penance.
sometimes i remember when i scraped my skin across the chalky gravel at the bottom of that hill. The experience of tumbling downhill and slamming into the rocky curve remains etched in my mind to this day.
My grandparents driveway in Cape Cod, MA is entirely comprised of gravel. I remember spending my summers trying to navigate the paths least painful to get to the doorways on either side of the porch. My battle scars are my best summer memories.
i stumbled upon a gravel road, and wondered where it led.
i followed this gravel road around in circles again and again.
i couldn’t stop until i realized it was all in my head.
oh man so many pieces so little time. gravel is a lot like people. no, scratch that, gravel is nothing like people. its a bunch of little different pieces coming together to from something bigger than the individual. thats nuts. who would ever do that
Gravel is what some roads are made out of and I like the way it feels under my feet but sometimes it cuts my feet. It’s really annoying when bits of gravel gets stuck in between your toes, though. It’s kind of frustrating, espcecially if you’re walking with someone and you all of a sudden have to stop walking, pick away at your foot, possibly use tweezers and continue walking.
Gravel is good.
I like gravel.
yes that gravel, according to me gravel is like mens senes of humour, through which one can be known. its really nice to judge through it because i have a nice sense of humour.
I walked up the driveway up to the house. My boots scratched pleasantly against the dry gravel underfoot. I crossed the lawn to see her standing in the doorway. She was beautiful; more so than I deserved. I never could’ve made it so far without a girl like that.
gravel is rough, gravel sounds like dreams fossilized and placed on the ground for texture to remind us what we tread on in life. everytime a dream dies, it becomes gravel on the road to life and we can all learn a great deal by examining the gravel we so callously crunch beneath our feet.
The sidewalk outside was filled with gravel and as Marie stepped over the rocks out on the pavement she couldn’t help but think of her loved one who was flying away this very afternoon.
Deep bitumen fellating through the ground, coarse and dark like rocksalt turned impure over time, thick and dense like mountainous paths leading into a false sense of security. Sludgerous and monotonous, deep and penetrating winding off on roads to distant lands.
Grit that holds you to the road
Slows you down
or else you’ll spin
& flip
Try holding your weight in gravel
Spilling out over the edges
of your arms
your fingers
There’s just so much of you
that isn’t so hard,
encapsulated
and reliable
walk on it , layed down on paths, the word gravel has five letters and to my knowledge only one meaning. it is used for building . gravel can be used in the home on driveways and out the back garden. a mixture of stones
i dont know the meaning of the word gravel.Although i guess it is associated with burrying place.I HONESTLY DONT KNOW
gravel is really just a collection of small rocks that are mixed together. It is used to make concrete, or just put on roadways to make it better to drive on when it is wet.
Gravel is mined from veins in the ground, where it was deposited by glaciers long ago.
rocks and ground, hurt my feet, near mud. gravel. sharp and pointy. grey,white,black,brown. ow. damn rocks. can’t run on gravel unless i want to hobble later.
the driveway shuddered under the weight of the car as she pulled out as quickly as she could. there was no space for waiting, and no time to think of another option. she had threatened, but never before acted this decisively. looking back, she heard the crunch of gravel under his feet as he slowly walked to the edge of the driveway to watch her pull away into the world.
the gravel is the only thing that we dont want to thnk abaout, but is the only thing that is absolutely sure in our life
The gravel crunched under her feat as she pulled the lifeless body behind her. He was heavier than she had thought.
gravel is hard. and mostly gray. and concrete. it provides foundation for our feet.
Elvis singing about the Gravel road that leads to…I don’t know what. Why is gravel such a big thing – after all it is just small stones. Small stones instead of “big stones” = big problems. So we need small problems we can overcome?
gritty, round, sharp, little pebbles of pieces of your life, make up the gravel pit you now see before you…some have rough edges, some have beautiful colors, some are simple…just like the experiences you’ve had.
Rough ground crunching under foot as the man approaches the door. The woman inside knows what he is here for and dreads having to open the door, but knows she has to if she wants to find out the truth.
I hit the gravel…hard. Than, ofcourse, my bus just drove away. I was left crying in the street with a broken knee and I was late for work.
Road. Rally games. McAdam’s invention. Reminds me of Greece and Cyprus. Mediterran trees, hot climate. Twigs on beaches, pickup truck driving and rollin’ dust everywhere.
Gravel was embedded in my palm and knees, but I laughed as you and Kayla poured hydrogen peroxide on the wound and then cried as I managed to bruise my hip coming up your stairs, wood floor against sock, and it hurt but you were there, and even then, I love you for being there, and I loved myself for being able to laugh with you.
what the hell is it? is it like a sauce? or a tomb? it sounds fishy to me. but I’ll buy one the minute I see it.
It’s a gravel. buy it.
I can still write.
the small piece of gravel wedged itself into the bottom of her shoe. though it didn’t hurt, it made for some noisy walking as she continued to trod down the sidewalk.
Funny that something so small could make such a racket. it could also be used as a small piece of chalk I guess as it scratched its way down the road with her.
I crunched and munched on the gravel. It was a dark night. Crumbs fell off and hit the gravel. I dont think I know the right meaning of gravel.
Grovel and your knees are cut up by this jagged floor. Tell me, what’s it earned you to bow and scrape? Forget it, I’ll rebel and die if I have to rather than risk becoming a mundanity.
the footprints were indecipherable due to the fact that they were on gravel. the detective pondered the conundrum and then searched in hiw head for a different way to attckthe problem. C
crunchy, sharp, don’t walk on it with bare feet, great for driveways, looks nicer when wet, pretty colours, where does it come from?, pebbles, beach, rice crispy
the gravel is lining the driveway. I eat gravel for breakfast. His voice was like gravel. rich smooth and ultimately compelling. i think i like him just beccause of his rich rolling b=voice. gravel reminds me of the good old days in the southern back country.
My son spread the gravel in the drive way. An act of service for his parents who had to drive over that hump left from the road grater as it took the washboard out of the road. It was a great job – beneficial to all. A heart a service and its benefactors.
Drifting across another turn, I grin. I’m driving without thinking, looking at the cars, the road, everything. A patch of gravel is on the next turn, right around the corner. The guardrail snaps, and I see the city below leaping up to eat me whole. It’s going to –
ground up dirty that works it’s way into cuts when you fall down and scape yourself. Horrible to run on. Are there gravel factories, or does it come from somewhere else, or is it just a natural occurrence? Does it have to be a special type of rock to be considered gravel?
when walking up to my old house, your feet crunch on many rock about the size of quarters. you cannot help but make noise when you step on it because they all scrunch together under your feet.
soft sounding and yet hard. barefooted i can’t run across i need to walk like on fire. in winter gravel can freeze together, and then thaw out like peas. gravel is an adjective. gravelly voice, like an old woman. in many houses that have driveways, gravel is a feature.
as in a judge’s? as in banging it against the podium when he/she decides the court is out of order? How does one person come by that power, how is he/she determined to be more objective fair levelheaded than everyone else? how can we judge anyone? does the opinions of many people converging to a similar point make it the truth or the nearest to the truth?
gravel is the rocks stuck between my toes and I bend down in my new pants suit to tell the women I love that I can’t be with her. I cry and weep and all of the tears splash down onto the mud just so that when I run away you can see the trail of pain that those feet have caused. gravel is my penance.
hard tough hurts when you fall. Textured. Scratches. Pain.
sometimes i remember when i scraped my skin across the chalky gravel at the bottom of that hill. The experience of tumbling downhill and slamming into the rocky curve remains etched in my mind to this day.
My grandparents driveway in Cape Cod, MA is entirely comprised of gravel. I remember spending my summers trying to navigate the paths least painful to get to the doorways on either side of the porch. My battle scars are my best summer memories.
i stumbled upon a gravel road, and wondered where it led.
i followed this gravel road around in circles again and again.
i couldn’t stop until i realized it was all in my head.
oh man so many pieces so little time. gravel is a lot like people. no, scratch that, gravel is nothing like people. its a bunch of little different pieces coming together to from something bigger than the individual. thats nuts. who would ever do that
Gravel is what some roads are made out of and I like the way it feels under my feet but sometimes it cuts my feet. It’s really annoying when bits of gravel gets stuck in between your toes, though. It’s kind of frustrating, espcecially if you’re walking with someone and you all of a sudden have to stop walking, pick away at your foot, possibly use tweezers and continue walking.
Gravel is good.
I like gravel.
yes that gravel, according to me gravel is like mens senes of humour, through which one can be known. its really nice to judge through it because i have a nice sense of humour.
I walked up the driveway up to the house. My boots scratched pleasantly against the dry gravel underfoot. I crossed the lawn to see her standing in the doorway. She was beautiful; more so than I deserved. I never could’ve made it so far without a girl like that.