I took her there to swim but managed to hold her under until the kicking stopped. I played with her wet hair until I was bored and then pushed her stiff limbs into the soft mud.
a beautiful, clear and shining lake with a beach….so much fun for my kids!! We appreciate it’s soft, white sand and all the fishermen wondering around with their prizes….
i want to be by a lake. i want to be sitting there with you. you and your flawless beauty. i look ugly next to you. i am not ugly. but you, you are something else entirely.
The lake surface glistens with power, knowledge, all the wonderful things that I stand to gain right here right now.
But further beneath… things get complex. All those wonderful things I want have a price. That price… is unseen, undefined, murky as the depths of the lake of which I speak.
Ah lake my old friend. It is you behind each door. What can I say about you that hasn’t already been said?! You’re lake; inescapable lake. The word that always comes up.
it’s a beautiful place where I wish I could visit more. It’s usually very glassy. peaceful. Not enough of them. I don’t live close enough to one. Unfortunately. Nowadays many of them are polluted. I hate it when they’re polluted. I wish I could visit one sometime soon. Like in the next week, while it’s still sunny. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so probably not tomorrow.
It’s lake again. It’s always lake. I wish it wasn’t lake. Lake is boring. Lake is stupid. Can’t I have another choice? Let me try another. I promise to be gooder…
Big and glimmery she was. The folk had come for years to watch the birds come and nest, then leave with there kin. Kids have swam and fished at the shore for generations upon generations. It’s what held the town firmly together in one common love.
I once had a huge houseboat on a lake in indiana. it was a dirty lake and not worth the money for the dock fee. I shared the boat with my evil bitch ex gf that screwed me over by sleeping with our best friend at the lake. they kept the boat on the dirty lake.
water, harry potter, i’m not sure what i’m supposed to be writing here… sentences or words… but fish. and cheese. ooh i’m rather hungry. my phone vibrated. that’s awkward. not that it vibrated. but where it did. okay anyways… goldfish. beta fish.
there’s this amazing lake in montanan i go to every summer. it’s called east rosebud. the best place in the world. it’s beautiful. i wish i could visit during the winter time. the lake freezes over and everyone has a bonfire on it. we own a cabin up there and there’s an old fashioned stove.
I think back to the lake in kissena park which I visited that time at night. I remember that it had black water… well it was black at night. It was weird, I guess all water in the dark is black, but it looks like oil, not just dark water. Or water without light. I wish I dived in it. Or drank it.dddddd
I’ve always been drawn to large bodies of water. I feel a kindredness to them. I get my best ideas there. I feel in contact with the spirit world like my grandpa is watching over me.
A wide lake
in the distance
there is a man
on the opposite side
calling out to you
you look at the lake
your clothes
unfit for swimming
you look down at the lake
blue, reflective, deep
you look up again
he is not there anymore
you think to yourself
did i need a reason?
The lake was cool, clear, calm and refreshingly crisp. We jumped straight in, without thinking, fully clothed and screaming with laughter for doing something so rash and unexpected.
The lake. Continuous. The eye follows the endles ripples. Clear and blue. Jumping within the waters, relieving oneself of all burden and pain. Cleansing waters.
Lakes are nice, if the water isn’t too murky and there isn’t too much vegetation. also, low bacteria would be nice. if it’s a nice day out and the water isn’t too choppy, water skiing and other similar sports are nice.
there was a house and trees and the classical set was all there. then there was a guy, old, very old, alone. and its reflection in the lake it was all he had left as a company. not the trees, not the sounds, not the house. himself.
i just wrote a contemporary winnie the pooh story. pooh was like a stoner, rabbit was like the mom from bewitched. piglet was a stressed college kid. eeyore was recently laid off. but at the end, they all ended up at the lake, realising the need to embrace the moment.
Lake, i never seemed to enjoy lakes. They were like oceans only smaller, less important. I’ve see plenty of beautiful lakes, but never as beautiful as the ocean. I always feel confined when boating on a lake. I can’t seem to enjoy it
there was a lake in the middle of the ocean. it seemed vast and majorly big and impressed somebody somewhere. it was important that this lake stay filled with water so he vowed he would forever ensure this lake continue to be filled. Yet, he worried that one day it would dry out. And therefore, he called a friend. He said, “Friend, I am worried my lake will dry out. Please come and ensure that it stays wet.”
i wish i was in a lake, to swim free like a fish, not a care in the world. The nice cold water against my skin, oh to be like a fish, to roam the seas and venture to new worlds.
all i could see was a beautiful lake. There it was. The one I had always been to as a child. Every summer my family would drive up to this very lake for some great times I will never forget. Now I drive my family up here every summer. I hope they never forget. Tim is getting older. He is already 16 . I can’t believe how big he is.
Well, when I first loaded this page, which my friend gave me, I had no idea what it was. I mean, what kind of site is oneword.com? I was thinking it would be some weird site where its just a random word generator. But I was wrong, which I dont like to be sometimes. However, seeing the text on the previous page, this doesnt seem that bad. But really, how is one supposed to write about a lake?
I took her there to swim but managed to hold her under until the kicking stopped. I played with her wet hair until I was bored and then pushed her stiff limbs into the soft mud.
lake shining glistening in the sun, dark cold filled with monsters, by a river or a forest or a mountain,
frozen in the icy wilderness
You cannot bake a cake in a lake for pete’s sake. The lake is to great for a bake of a cake. Perhaps you could bake by the lake a cake that is great.
a beautiful, clear and shining lake with a beach….so much fun for my kids!! We appreciate it’s soft, white sand and all the fishermen wondering around with their prizes….
This is Melody’s mom. You get home right now young lady with your lakes and so forth. You should be ashamed.
The lake smelled of mold and fish. Early morning fishing with my dad holds many memories.
I’m going to throw myself in you. Swim in your deep spots and pee in your mouth. When Im done you will not be satisfied but horrified by our act of
no way in,
no way out,
once its somewhere you’ve been,
its always in your mind.
just give up
get out,
psh. cliche’s.
I hate you lake. You haunt my every click now. Taunting me; teasing me with your useless meanings. I hate you lake.
its where i’ve grown up-
made memories.
you should have been there with me
instead i was all alone
i sound depressed,
but i’m not depressed
just over thinking,
i need you to say hey
and make my day
It says “one word” will come up and it isn’t kidding! Why not just say lake will come up? I guess it sort of wrecks it for the newbies if they did.
It says “one word” will come up and it isn’t kidding! Why not just say lake will come up? I guess it sort of wrecks it for the newbies if they did.
i want to be by a lake. i want to be sitting there with you. you and your flawless beauty. i look ugly next to you. i am not ugly. but you, you are something else entirely.
Cry me a lake
We can jet ski on
Ripples in space, theres alot to say about quiting
theres more to say about dying trying
Seaman lake
lake of fire
Pete sake
Sake bombs
lakes
snakes
The lake surface glistens with power, knowledge, all the wonderful things that I stand to gain right here right now.
But further beneath… things get complex. All those wonderful things I want have a price. That price… is unseen, undefined, murky as the depths of the lake of which I speak.
i was JUST at the lake and you want me to do what!?!?
Ah lake my old friend. It is you behind each door. What can I say about you that hasn’t already been said?! You’re lake; inescapable lake. The word that always comes up.
it’s a beautiful place where I wish I could visit more. It’s usually very glassy. peaceful. Not enough of them. I don’t live close enough to one. Unfortunately. Nowadays many of them are polluted. I hate it when they’re polluted. I wish I could visit one sometime soon. Like in the next week, while it’s still sunny. It’s supposed to rain tomorrow, so probably not tomorrow.
It’s lake again. It’s always lake. I wish it wasn’t lake. Lake is boring. Lake is stupid. Can’t I have another choice? Let me try another. I promise to be gooder…
Big and glimmery she was. The folk had come for years to watch the birds come and nest, then leave with there kin. Kids have swam and fished at the shore for generations upon generations. It’s what held the town firmly together in one common love.
I once had a huge houseboat on a lake in indiana. it was a dirty lake and not worth the money for the dock fee. I shared the boat with my evil bitch ex gf that screwed me over by sleeping with our best friend at the lake. they kept the boat on the dirty lake.
water, harry potter, i’m not sure what i’m supposed to be writing here… sentences or words… but fish. and cheese. ooh i’m rather hungry. my phone vibrated. that’s awkward. not that it vibrated. but where it did. okay anyways… goldfish. beta fish.
there’s this amazing lake in montanan i go to every summer. it’s called east rosebud. the best place in the world. it’s beautiful. i wish i could visit during the winter time. the lake freezes over and everyone has a bonfire on it. we own a cabin up there and there’s an old fashioned stove.
I think back to the lake in kissena park which I visited that time at night. I remember that it had black water… well it was black at night. It was weird, I guess all water in the dark is black, but it looks like oil, not just dark water. Or water without light. I wish I dived in it. Or drank it.dddddd
I’ve always been drawn to large bodies of water. I feel a kindredness to them. I get my best ideas there. I feel in contact with the spirit world like my grandpa is watching over me.
A wide lake
in the distance
there is a man
on the opposite side
calling out to you
you look at the lake
your clothes
unfit for swimming
you look down at the lake
blue, reflective, deep
you look up again
he is not there anymore
you think to yourself
did i need a reason?
The lake was cool, clear, calm and refreshingly crisp. We jumped straight in, without thinking, fully clothed and screaming with laughter for doing something so rash and unexpected.
The lake. Continuous. The eye follows the endles ripples. Clear and blue. Jumping within the waters, relieving oneself of all burden and pain. Cleansing waters.
Lakes are nice, if the water isn’t too murky and there isn’t too much vegetation. also, low bacteria would be nice. if it’s a nice day out and the water isn’t too choppy, water skiing and other similar sports are nice.
Water in slow motion…
my aunt has a lake where I go to intertube in the summers. on new years of 2007 i went to a lake and jumped in, nearly froze to death.
Water. Green. Beautiful.
Everything has melted, little lakes on the street side, running rivers over my bare toes.
there was a house and trees and the classical set was all there. then there was a guy, old, very old, alone. and its reflection in the lake it was all he had left as a company. not the trees, not the sounds, not the house. himself.
i just wrote a contemporary winnie the pooh story. pooh was like a stoner, rabbit was like the mom from bewitched. piglet was a stressed college kid. eeyore was recently laid off. but at the end, they all ended up at the lake, realising the need to embrace the moment.
Lake, i never seemed to enjoy lakes. They were like oceans only smaller, less important. I’ve see plenty of beautiful lakes, but never as beautiful as the ocean. I always feel confined when boating on a lake. I can’t seem to enjoy it
there was a lake in the middle of the ocean. it seemed vast and majorly big and impressed somebody somewhere. it was important that this lake stay filled with water so he vowed he would forever ensure this lake continue to be filled. Yet, he worried that one day it would dry out. And therefore, he called a friend. He said, “Friend, I am worried my lake will dry out. Please come and ensure that it stays wet.”
i wish i was in a lake, to swim free like a fish, not a care in the world. The nice cold water against my skin, oh to be like a fish, to roam the seas and venture to new worlds.
all i could see was a beautiful lake. There it was. The one I had always been to as a child. Every summer my family would drive up to this very lake for some great times I will never forget. Now I drive my family up here every summer. I hope they never forget. Tim is getting older. He is already 16 . I can’t believe how big he is.
Well, when I first loaded this page, which my friend gave me, I had no idea what it was. I mean, what kind of site is oneword.com? I was thinking it would be some weird site where its just a random word generator. But I was wrong, which I dont like to be sometimes. However, seeing the text on the previous page, this doesnt seem that bad. But really, how is one supposed to write about a lake?