It itched on my skin and thrashed about making it worse. She had to put ointment on some of my more private areas and it felt good. Not the itch and not the ointment, her hands were soft and gentle and felt so natural on my body. What was I doing with my mum?
It climbs up walls, making new buildings old, giving cement some fashionable garment to wear. It creeps up, towards the sun, its green a welcome to the brick red it tangles itself on. Always overlooked, it could care less as it crawls, crawls to the top of the world
Ivy is a green plant that can be quite poisonous if made with contact. One must be careful when being near ivy, because it could be very dangerous. There’s many types of ivy though, I don’t know all of them but the most common ivy I really know about is poison ivy.
Ivy is for Christmas. It is quite a lot like holly. Today I was smoking a cigarette outside my school and I noticed a Holly tree and wondered if anyone would notice if I cut some off to decorate my living room and kitchen for the holidays.
ivy is an agnostic who has decided to read through the entire Bible. She started in June, and today was her first day in the New Testament. She read about Jesus and coundn’t figure out what to do with Him. Tomorrow’s post should be interesting!
Poison ivy and oak and other such things are pretty irrititating and I know I didnt spell that right but im pretty put off (ie irittated) that I can’t go google it. Now I will attempt to write that word correctly irratate iratate irritate got it
ivy pants are very pretty when people let them grow anywhere. my friend whom i worked with had many ivy’s plants in her office, they were all over the place. they would just hang from the desk
i am not allergic to poison ivy. i consider it a gift. it makes me feel like i should be more outdoorsy. i’m immune to something that stops others in their tracks. i would love to romp around in the woods outside of my old home. the place where that 5th grade boy gave me that love note. it was flattering. it wasn’t wanted. it still made me feel good.
Poison ivy. It’s itchy and angry, just like you. it’s always there and it’s always irritating. No one likes it– maybe it hasn’t presented itself nicely enough. First impressions tend to be wrong, anyway. That’s what I’ve learned.
Not sure I’m talking about ivy anymore. Well, not poison, anyway.
the green ivy was beautiful, cascading down the red brick walls. the dining patio was full of life and wine and pasta; the entire room was alive with excitement for the coming weekend.
tall stone walls english private schools summer houses in the countryside romance big picture windows long walks in a garden feeling whole garden state old mansions funerals uptight parents beautiful girls green lush gorgeous
i was accepted to an ivy league school once…okay, it was actually twice. two ivy league schools with impressive scholarships and a 4-year plan. i was going places…but the sad part was, you weren’t. you had to stay back and take care of your drunk dad…our drunk dad. it’s been 4 years now…and you’ve finally realized that any school is good enough for me…especially when you’re close by.
Mr. Ito cursed as he dug into the soil. The ivy grew over the ground where he was trying to grow his bamboo. He was cursing the ivy as the reason his kudzu and wisteria crops had also failed. As he reached for the bottle or Roundup weed killer, he felt a vine wrap around his ankle. The last thing heard in the vicinity were the shrill cries of an eccentric neighbor and the crackle of dead leaves, bamboo roots and human bones.
Ivy league, when we leave; we leave in essence, to pick up in transcendence. This plant to heal, and to harm, when we grew up on our farm, we had but little to die for and much to live. in the end, is it worth our gold to give?
The ivy coiled up the side of the bricks. I stared at it, breathed heavily. I felt his hand make its way into mine, reassuring.
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
I leaned into him and groaned. “No I won’t…”
He laughed. “I believe in you.”
I kept looking at the ivy, finally tore off a piece and wound it into my hair, which made him laugh even more.
climbing around the room like Ivy, spiderwebs choke the light that makes it past the shutters. The floor is damp from a recent rain and the ceiling hangs with moist weight.
Ivywood drive. That’s the street my old house was on, when I was little. There was a guy on another street that had pet ferrets and we always used to go over to his house to hold them and it was really awesome And then Nan, Bill, and Mr. Carl lived next door and I was always over there. I miss the carefree days of my childhood. If only I could go back..
my neighbors name was eliveria when i was younger. the name always remined me of ivy. she was old so ivy always reminded me of old people. ivy also rthymes iwth livey, so i guess that is its also reminds me of life. weird.
Like the old academic buildings in New England, where the very air reeks of prestige and success and pressure to be the absolute best. Green and dark, like the jealousy one might feel to those allowed in those hallowed halls. Or perhaps not–I like my institution just fine.
she tryed to escape from the eery house secludeded from the small town. it was an old victorian mansion covered with dense ivy, the house seemed to take on a life of its own
ivy is poisonnous when it climbs all over you and makes you numb from the pressure it exerts, from the magnetism spiraling over your body. you become blue like water, like you’ve just drowned and are about to die. and then you forget why you were even here in the first place.
Stop giving me this word. When I see it, salt dangles off my eyelashes. Please. I ask for you to refresh the page. and give me something worth writing for.
ivy. The girl with long velvet hair. With the smile that says “I know I’m better that you.” Her laughs echo in my ears. Her words saying that she gets high on life. When i know she sits in the corner. And cries.
those vines of ivy. They tangle me. They twist around my legs. And bring me closer to the brick wall. I fear those vines. They prick my skin and make ruby red dribbles on my heart.
The ivy crawled up his leg as he stood near the bush. He had no intention of allowing this, but his lethargy gave him no choice. As he felt the familiar itch began to call, he jumped away.
Trauma trauma.
Clinging to my memory and not letting go.
The past grows longer and spinier as the ugliness intensifies.
I don’t want to reminisce, or I’ll just cry.
And the watery tears will feed the ivy.
It won’t stop growing, it’s on the move.
teh way that it crept up the old church it didn’t make the church as sacred asi would like to believe. he took my hand and we ran into the old musty building. slowly his hand slid down to the small of my back, i looked at him, and in that moment i forgot that the most unholiest thing i was about to do was also the greatest damn thing.
The castle was tall and lean and grey. The princess who lived inside – well, she was opposite of all of these. Short, squat, and perpetually dressed in pink, she walked the gardens, happily admiring the ivy walls that she was happy to be confined to. The world meant nothing to her except a place that was critical, evil, and hopelessly medieval. No. She would happily stay within her realm of magic.
Ivy was a chick who was in Batman. I think it was Uma Therman. She’s looked hotter, frankly. She isn’t really a red-head, is she? Also, grows on the outside of old houses and stuff. Still though, I’d probably take Uma Therman over the green stuff. Just sayin’…
Ivy. Ivy covered halls, ivy league, Ivy ivy yale. It’s where I crave to be, where I long to be in the night and day, i pray to god to deliver me to that place. I’d give it all up: love, friends, grades, my speechin’ skills. I want my family and that’s about it. If i get to go, if they want me, if they can validate me…well,I can reinvent myself. I can totally start anew, be new, fall in love, meet new people, not screw up so much! What better can it get than ivy covered walls.
The holly and the ivy is a beautiful song. We are playing it in band as well as singing it in choir. last year the eighth graders sang it. I had a best friend named Ivy Engel. She was amazing!!! I aboslutely love her =) She’s one of the most spontanious, random, and crazy people I’ve eve rmet!!!! lLove ya IVY!!!!! =D
It itched on my skin and thrashed about making it worse. She had to put ointment on some of my more private areas and it felt good. Not the itch and not the ointment, her hands were soft and gentle and felt so natural on my body. What was I doing with my mum?
It climbs up walls, making new buildings old, giving cement some fashionable garment to wear. It creeps up, towards the sun, its green a welcome to the brick red it tangles itself on. Always overlooked, it could care less as it crawls, crawls to the top of the world
your words like ivy creeping up around me. dusky green seductive tendrils, lies threaten to choke.
Poison Ivy. Batman. The Dark Knight. Joker. Heath Ledger. Death. Destruction. Dante’s Inferno. The Seven Deadly Sins. God. The Bible.
It’s amazing what you can get to with word association, isn’t it?
Ivy is a green plant that can be quite poisonous if made with contact. One must be careful when being near ivy, because it could be very dangerous. There’s many types of ivy though, I don’t know all of them but the most common ivy I really know about is poison ivy.
Ivy is for Christmas. It is quite a lot like holly. Today I was smoking a cigarette outside my school and I noticed a Holly tree and wondered if anyone would notice if I cut some off to decorate my living room and kitchen for the holidays.
ivy is an agnostic who has decided to read through the entire Bible. She started in June, and today was her first day in the New Testament. She read about Jesus and coundn’t figure out what to do with Him. Tomorrow’s post should be interesting!
Poison ivy and oak and other such things are pretty irrititating and I know I didnt spell that right but im pretty put off (ie irittated) that I can’t go google it. Now I will attempt to write that word correctly irratate iratate irritate got it
ivy pants are very pretty when people let them grow anywhere. my friend whom i worked with had many ivy’s plants in her office, they were all over the place. they would just hang from the desk
i am not allergic to poison ivy. i consider it a gift. it makes me feel like i should be more outdoorsy. i’m immune to something that stops others in their tracks. i would love to romp around in the woods outside of my old home. the place where that 5th grade boy gave me that love note. it was flattering. it wasn’t wanted. it still made me feel good.
Poison ivy. It’s itchy and angry, just like you. it’s always there and it’s always irritating. No one likes it– maybe it hasn’t presented itself nicely enough. First impressions tend to be wrong, anyway. That’s what I’ve learned.
Not sure I’m talking about ivy anymore. Well, not poison, anyway.
the green ivy was beautiful, cascading down the red brick walls. the dining patio was full of life and wine and pasta; the entire room was alive with excitement for the coming weekend.
I never got poison ivy before, i do not even know what it looks like, but it must be painful and gross looking. I hope i never get it.
you were the poison ivy wrapped around my foot
when I finally cut you off.. you were still pulsing through my veins
You have poisoned my blood
tall stone walls english private schools summer houses in the countryside romance big picture windows long walks in a garden feeling whole garden state old mansions funerals uptight parents beautiful girls green lush gorgeous
Like a lover’s embrace the ivy clung to the crumbling walls of the cottage. Harry decided he had better investigate anyway.
i was accepted to an ivy league school once…okay, it was actually twice. two ivy league schools with impressive scholarships and a 4-year plan. i was going places…but the sad part was, you weren’t. you had to stay back and take care of your drunk dad…our drunk dad. it’s been 4 years now…and you’ve finally realized that any school is good enough for me…especially when you’re close by.
if i were to
that would be here name
but first i would have to
i don’t know if i could do it
but if i did
it would be beautiful
it would be like ivy
Mr. Ito cursed as he dug into the soil. The ivy grew over the ground where he was trying to grow his bamboo. He was cursing the ivy as the reason his kudzu and wisteria crops had also failed. As he reached for the bottle or Roundup weed killer, he felt a vine wrap around his ankle. The last thing heard in the vicinity were the shrill cries of an eccentric neighbor and the crackle of dead leaves, bamboo roots and human bones.
Ivy league, when we leave; we leave in essence, to pick up in transcendence. This plant to heal, and to harm, when we grew up on our farm, we had but little to die for and much to live. in the end, is it worth our gold to give?
the poison in my vains, the envy in my blood. twisting. turning. red. jealousy and anger. ivy consumes me.
The ivy coiled up the side of the bricks. I stared at it, breathed heavily. I felt his hand make its way into mine, reassuring.
“You’ll be fine,” he said.
I leaned into him and groaned. “No I won’t…”
He laughed. “I believe in you.”
I kept looking at the ivy, finally tore off a piece and wound it into my hair, which made him laugh even more.
climbing around the room like Ivy, spiderwebs choke the light that makes it past the shutters. The floor is damp from a recent rain and the ceiling hangs with moist weight.
Ivywood drive. That’s the street my old house was on, when I was little. There was a guy on another street that had pet ferrets and we always used to go over to his house to hold them and it was really awesome And then Nan, Bill, and Mr. Carl lived next door and I was always over there. I miss the carefree days of my childhood. If only I could go back..
my neighbors name was eliveria when i was younger. the name always remined me of ivy. she was old so ivy always reminded me of old people. ivy also rthymes iwth livey, so i guess that is its also reminds me of life. weird.
Like the old academic buildings in New England, where the very air reeks of prestige and success and pressure to be the absolute best. Green and dark, like the jealousy one might feel to those allowed in those hallowed halls. Or perhaps not–I like my institution just fine.
she tryed to escape from the eery house secludeded from the small town. it was an old victorian mansion covered with dense ivy, the house seemed to take on a life of its own
ivy is poisonnous when it climbs all over you and makes you numb from the pressure it exerts, from the magnetism spiraling over your body. you become blue like water, like you’ve just drowned and are about to die. and then you forget why you were even here in the first place.
Stop giving me this word. When I see it, salt dangles off my eyelashes. Please. I ask for you to refresh the page. and give me something worth writing for.
ivy. The girl with long velvet hair. With the smile that says “I know I’m better that you.” Her laughs echo in my ears. Her words saying that she gets high on life. When i know she sits in the corner. And cries.
those vines of ivy. They tangle me. They twist around my legs. And bring me closer to the brick wall. I fear those vines. They prick my skin and make ruby red dribbles on my heart.
The ivy crawled up his leg as he stood near the bush. He had no intention of allowing this, but his lethargy gave him no choice. As he felt the familiar itch began to call, he jumped away.
Trauma trauma.
Clinging to my memory and not letting go.
The past grows longer and spinier as the ugliness intensifies.
I don’t want to reminisce, or I’ll just cry.
And the watery tears will feed the ivy.
It won’t stop growing, it’s on the move.
teh way that it crept up the old church it didn’t make the church as sacred asi would like to believe. he took my hand and we ran into the old musty building. slowly his hand slid down to the small of my back, i looked at him, and in that moment i forgot that the most unholiest thing i was about to do was also the greatest damn thing.
The castle was tall and lean and grey. The princess who lived inside – well, she was opposite of all of these. Short, squat, and perpetually dressed in pink, she walked the gardens, happily admiring the ivy walls that she was happy to be confined to. The world meant nothing to her except a place that was critical, evil, and hopelessly medieval. No. She would happily stay within her realm of magic.
He clung to her with all the desperation of a life and love in crisis while she chatted in unsympathetic whispers with her cold, cold lady friends.
Ivy was a chick who was in Batman. I think it was Uma Therman. She’s looked hotter, frankly. She isn’t really a red-head, is she? Also, grows on the outside of old houses and stuff. Still though, I’d probably take Uma Therman over the green stuff. Just sayin’…
Ivy. Ivy covered halls, ivy league, Ivy ivy yale. It’s where I crave to be, where I long to be in the night and day, i pray to god to deliver me to that place. I’d give it all up: love, friends, grades, my speechin’ skills. I want my family and that’s about it. If i get to go, if they want me, if they can validate me…well,I can reinvent myself. I can totally start anew, be new, fall in love, meet new people, not screw up so much! What better can it get than ivy covered walls.
Ivy grows
it climbs up walls
covers windows
not caring about obscuring
the vision of others
it just does what it does
for its own sake.
The holly and the ivy is a beautiful song. We are playing it in band as well as singing it in choir. last year the eighth graders sang it. I had a best friend named Ivy Engel. She was amazing!!! I aboslutely love her =) She’s one of the most spontanious, random, and crazy people I’ve eve rmet!!!! lLove ya IVY!!!!! =D