I feel it, it needs to be scratched, I love the pain after the itch goes away, i can feeel my skin folding off in little sections , oh i wish my finger nails were sharper just need to make it bleed It’s wet now , not with blood but with pleasure, it s starting to burn but i can’t stop i can feel it going through it’s almost there and then I stop it starts to get cold, the hardening sets in, then the pain but at a different frequency almost a throbbing, i need to do it again.
The itch had persited for some time now, ever since his visit to Amsterdam, he imagined he should go to his Doctor, but as his Doctor was also his wife, that presented a problem for him. He sighed with relief as he rubbed on the Savlon, what to do? What to do?
My feet after that night. I remember running through the grass in the dark, trying to catch fireflies. I remember collapsing next to the camp fire, feeling the warmth radiate on my face. I remember sleeping and waking up just to look at the starts, feeling the mosquitos tickling my ankles.
why wont my itch go away even when i have scratched it lots.so much it has left a mark.why are they always in the most hard to reach places.just thinking about it makes me need to scratch.
keine ahnung was itch ist. irgendwas englisches wohl.. naja man sollte auch nicht über solche wörter nachdenken, dabei geht viel zeit verloren. ich mache bestimmt viele tippfgehler. viellciht ist das “itch”. naja das ist etwas seltsam.. itch.. mitch… bitch… hm, ich muss doch wissen was es heißt, war doch gar nicht so schlecht in enfglisch.
She had that itch that unrelenting itch she always got on days like this. She passed by another store and felt her fingers twitch as if the credit card was calling her name from within her purse. The itch to shop was burning her.
She felt it, the light burning near her left eyebrow. She meant to just gently graze the skin with her nail, to flick the feeling away, but it felt so good to indulge, to dig deep into the irritation, that soon great red lines crisscrossed her face, as though she were erasing it, the it that others thought was her.
Scratch, that’s what you do when you itch. When you roll around in grass it itches, I learnt that the hard way when I was younger. Itch, you can’t spell bitch without it!
Itches suck. Ben could not think of any better phrase to better describe his current state of mind. Indeed, itches do suck.
Alison would never live that day down, however. Ben would make sure of that. She would never see the day that he stopped teasing her about the prank that went wrong.
I sat there and itched the core of my mind, searching for explanations of my current feelings. I couldn’t find anything except for the simple excuse that everything happens for a reason. I find that this excuse is null and void. I now know, that this is all because of my doings. My actions.
But there are poets so abandoned to the itch of scurrility, that rather than lose a villanous jest, they will venture being banished to the islands of Pontius. If a poet is modest in his manners, he will be so in his verses.
scratchy and dry and flaky and thing that make you say owww….ieee………poison ivy does suck….as does athletes foot….right? And….aloe vera is wonderful…and it’s great on sunburns…which I know about fo sho…
my skin is itchy a lot. a lot a lot. animals are itchy. fleas cause itchiness. my cat has fleas. she is a kitten, still. we got some sergeant stuff for her. it’s like…better than frontline. i might get to keep her here at my house instead of my boyfriend’s. she needs to have the flea medic
yesterday i lay in the grass with my best friend.
and there were a lot of mosquitos. (they weren’t mosquitos, were they? aren’t mosquitos the ones who make you sick and stuff?).
anyway. a lot of mosquitos.
now we both suffer from enormous itches.
that was a very great day.
and kneipping is fun.
itch itch itchitchitch.
sounds like something with tomatoes.
she has an itch. its down her back. she can’t reach it. its a big itch. she still can’t reach it. she calls him to help her, but he won’t come. he laughs at her.
an idea that you can’t explain, a terrible bug bite, when you can’t think of that perfect word when describing something, the annoying run you get from the tag on the back of your shirt
scratch an itch. illicit desire. add another letter and it’s a bitch! itching to beat you, usually. a stitch in time saves nine. scratch an itch– something’s about to happen. something big. yielding to temptation, doing something you know isn’t good for you. (been there.) don’t
I have an itch on my face right now. And in the back of my head. I really hate getting itchy. Especially when trying to sleep, because it seems whenever I try to sleep, everything gets itchy! What’s with that?! Or if there’s something that is too stressful, when I can’t concentrate….
That itch does not go away, it rests under the epidermis, skin, palms, pubic hair, everything itches when you are alone, under the covers, under care, reading songs.
Sometimes, I itch to do stuff.
Sometimes, I itch to draw,
Sometimes, I itch to play,
Sometimes, I itch to be different.
But during some itchy times.. I don’t itch it.
I have an itch that I can never scratch. It’s not a physical itch, but more of a feeling that I can’t quite name. It definitely has something to do with wanting to find love in my life, but I just can’t tell you what it is.
It was an inch, a calling, a certain need we all have at one time in our lives. What more can I say other then I needed to go. People could ask me where I was going or when I’d be back.
I ‘d have no idea.
And even now, I have no idea as I walk
I guess I’ll tell you when I’m scratched this itch.. or when I’ve arrived.
Lord, the itches I have had to scratch, both literally and figuratively. Nothing worse that an unfullfulled itch. Many a life ruined because of that desire to scratch.
Well, I don’t like itches.
They always come at the most not suitable times and places.
Sometimes itches can be good. You can pretend you were doing something other than what you actually were doing.
itching never starts off a good topic. so many females have to deal with certain itches, that may or may not be in the nether regions! If you’re feeling an itch “down there” – don’t hesitate! See a freaking doctor!! It could be lots of things… so dont take chances!!
i hate the itchy scratchy feeling of being restless and not knowing what it will take to make the feeling go away. But somewhere in the back on my mind the answer exist. I just can’t access it at the moment.
bug can make this happen but sometimes it’s just something you can’t explain
it’s that sensation of wanting to do or feel more, and just knowing you can’t be satisfied until it’s complete
Ants. They bite and they cause an itch. The type of itch that you just have to scratch. It gets swollen and bumpy and red. But you don’t care. Just scratch it anyway. That’s what the ant wanted you to do. So you do it. Feels good.
My skin constantly itches. It drives me absolutely nuts. I hate mosquitoes, pollen, and sunburn. They are the worst culprits of itchy skin. Crap, my skin is starting to crawl…
I feel it, it needs to be scratched, I love the pain after the itch goes away, i can feeel my skin folding off in little sections , oh i wish my finger nails were sharper just need to make it bleed It’s wet now , not with blood but with pleasure, it s starting to burn but i can’t stop i can feel it going through it’s almost there and then I stop it starts to get cold, the hardening sets in, then the pain but at a different frequency almost a throbbing, i need to do it again.
The itch had persited for some time now, ever since his visit to Amsterdam, he imagined he should go to his Doctor, but as his Doctor was also his wife, that presented a problem for him. He sighed with relief as he rubbed on the Savlon, what to do? What to do?
My feet after that night. I remember running through the grass in the dark, trying to catch fireflies. I remember collapsing next to the camp fire, feeling the warmth radiate on my face. I remember sleeping and waking up just to look at the starts, feeling the mosquitos tickling my ankles.
why wont my itch go away even when i have scratched it lots.so much it has left a mark.why are they always in the most hard to reach places.just thinking about it makes me need to scratch.
keine ahnung was itch ist. irgendwas englisches wohl.. naja man sollte auch nicht über solche wörter nachdenken, dabei geht viel zeit verloren. ich mache bestimmt viele tippfgehler. viellciht ist das “itch”. naja das ist etwas seltsam.. itch.. mitch… bitch… hm, ich muss doch wissen was es heißt, war doch gar nicht so schlecht in enfglisch.
the itch just won’t go away!!!!!
She had that itch that unrelenting itch she always got on days like this. She passed by another store and felt her fingers twitch as if the credit card was calling her name from within her purse. The itch to shop was burning her.
She felt it, the light burning near her left eyebrow. She meant to just gently graze the skin with her nail, to flick the feeling away, but it felt so good to indulge, to dig deep into the irritation, that soon great red lines crisscrossed her face, as though she were erasing it, the it that others thought was her.
scratch, desire for yearning deeply calling forth my soul dawn breaking inside itch made it
Scratch, that’s what you do when you itch. When you roll around in grass it itches, I learnt that the hard way when I was younger. Itch, you can’t spell bitch without it!
Itches suck. Ben could not think of any better phrase to better describe his current state of mind. Indeed, itches do suck.
Alison would never live that day down, however. Ben would make sure of that. She would never see the day that he stopped teasing her about the prank that went wrong.
I sat there and itched the core of my mind, searching for explanations of my current feelings. I couldn’t find anything except for the simple excuse that everything happens for a reason. I find that this excuse is null and void. I now know, that this is all because of my doings. My actions.
But there are poets so abandoned to the itch of scurrility, that rather than lose a villanous jest, they will venture being banished to the islands of Pontius. If a poet is modest in his manners, he will be so in his verses.
scratchy and dry and flaky and thing that make you say owww….ieee………poison ivy does suck….as does athletes foot….right? And….aloe vera is wonderful…and it’s great on sunburns…which I know about fo sho…
my skin is itchy a lot. a lot a lot. animals are itchy. fleas cause itchiness. my cat has fleas. she is a kitten, still. we got some sergeant stuff for her. it’s like…better than frontline. i might get to keep her here at my house instead of my boyfriend’s. she needs to have the flea medic
yesterday i lay in the grass with my best friend.
and there were a lot of mosquitos. (they weren’t mosquitos, were they? aren’t mosquitos the ones who make you sick and stuff?).
anyway. a lot of mosquitos.
now we both suffer from enormous itches.
that was a very great day.
and kneipping is fun.
itch itch itchitchitch.
sounds like something with tomatoes.
she has an itch. its down her back. she can’t reach it. its a big itch. she still can’t reach it. she calls him to help her, but he won’t come. he laughs at her.
an idea that you can’t explain, a terrible bug bite, when you can’t think of that perfect word when describing something, the annoying run you get from the tag on the back of your shirt
red hill on your skin.
waving hands to swat mosquitoes
the scrt scrt sound of scratched dead skin flaking the air
purple hill on your skin.
painfully massaging bruises, telling yourself that you’re “just rubbing”
close your eyes.
crawling all over. small legs that feather your skin. insectile vermin, fiends that do not belong all over your skin. they are there and you
well your eyes are closed.
your skin your skin
red
the incessant twitching response, skin with a crawling sensation that drives the mind insane with hands that rub and legs that twitch
guided meditation is self-denial.
scratch an itch. illicit desire. add another letter and it’s a bitch! itching to beat you, usually. a stitch in time saves nine. scratch an itch– something’s about to happen. something big. yielding to temptation, doing something you know isn’t good for you. (been there.) don’t
the swelling red back of my neck begs for the releasing scratch
rub, anything anything
when it really needs an ointment specially-made to soothe the poison that hungers for a release
I have an itch on my face right now. And in the back of my head. I really hate getting itchy. Especially when trying to sleep, because it seems whenever I try to sleep, everything gets itchy! What’s with that?! Or if there’s something that is too stressful, when I can’t concentrate….
The feeling goes through the nerves, through the curves, through my words. It compels me to touch.
That itch does not go away, it rests under the epidermis, skin, palms, pubic hair, everything itches when you are alone, under the covers, under care, reading songs.
Sometimes, I itch to do stuff.
Sometimes, I itch to draw,
Sometimes, I itch to play,
Sometimes, I itch to be different.
But during some itchy times.. I don’t itch it.
I have an itch that I can never scratch. It’s not a physical itch, but more of a feeling that I can’t quite name. It definitely has something to do with wanting to find love in my life, but I just can’t tell you what it is.
itchy bug bites that i got from camping.scatching them like crazy.they burn like razy i still have alot fom my room.they itch like crazy
It was an inch, a calling, a certain need we all have at one time in our lives. What more can I say other then I needed to go. People could ask me where I was going or when I’d be back.
I ‘d have no idea.
And even now, I have no idea as I walk
I guess I’ll tell you when I’m scratched this itch.. or when I’ve arrived.
itch
i’ts an itch i cannot scratch
not knowing where im going next
i have no faith
i have no trust
so how will i find
a boy
to crawl after now
fleas are biting me. I am so itchy now i feel like i have lice… my body skin is falling off and causing me to itch
Lord, the itches I have had to scratch, both literally and figuratively. Nothing worse that an unfullfulled itch. Many a life ruined because of that desire to scratch.
Well, I don’t like itches.
They always come at the most not suitable times and places.
Sometimes itches can be good. You can pretend you were doing something other than what you actually were doing.
itching never starts off a good topic. so many females have to deal with certain itches, that may or may not be in the nether regions! If you’re feeling an itch “down there” – don’t hesitate! See a freaking doctor!! It could be lots of things… so dont take chances!!
i hate the itchy scratchy feeling of being restless and not knowing what it will take to make the feeling go away. But somewhere in the back on my mind the answer exist. I just can’t access it at the moment.
bug can make this happen but sometimes it’s just something you can’t explain
it’s that sensation of wanting to do or feel more, and just knowing you can’t be satisfied until it’s complete
Ants. They bite and they cause an itch. The type of itch that you just have to scratch. It gets swollen and bumpy and red. But you don’t care. Just scratch it anyway. That’s what the ant wanted you to do. So you do it. Feels good.
My skin constantly itches. It drives me absolutely nuts. I hate mosquitoes, pollen, and sunburn. They are the worst culprits of itchy skin. Crap, my skin is starting to crawl…
Whenever cosmos feels like there’s an itchy sensation in the underbelly of its architecture, that’s when light is transformed into dust.