i wanna be there take me there please. i want to be there, with love with love in my heart with her and every love. i love too much i love way really too much. i have too much love to give, i’m not ready to give it. i need someone stronger than me. i need love. i wish i had love to love me.
dark and sweeping torrent pulling me down I scream to the rip to spare me but the glass lake swallows me up like an ant in honey, only to be found by the next victim.
lakes are beautiful. they make me think of freedom and comfort. and discomfort. sometimes lakes are slimy and unlikeable, with dark dirty underground creatures within. i hate the idea of a lake that isn’t for swimming. they make me think of rattletrap car.
By the lake I sit, gazing at my reflection in the shimmering evening light. with my fingertip I trail my name, Narcissus and watch the ripples wash it away into tiny beads of light, that dance upon the surface and are gone.
I’ve always felt like the lake was a peaceful place but most of the time i’m with friends and feel the need to fill up as many activities into the day as i possibly can so its hard to enjoy its serenity
the beautiful lake…in the photo it had 3 colors…red, blue, and green. the first time i saw it i cringed, thinking of blood. the blood was really beautiful moss. croatia, now i want to visit that beautiful place. croatia…….my beautiful croatia.
I stood by the lake and wondered, as I often do. It’s a great place to wonder, I find. All you have to do is look out and let your mind wander where it will. You can focus on the horizon, if you like, too… either look hard or don’t. It’s beauty.
She floated on the surface. Cold, and alone. Nothing else but her, and the white fabric that surrounded her body. She would never know what life was truly like, after she had jumped into the water age twelve in an attempt to end her life.
Strong, trusting hands pressed against her back, pushing her straight in. Spluttering, Morgan Davis fell into the lake, her hair soaking and her head swimming in rage far better than her body was doing in the water.
It took a good five minutes of flailing, but finally she made her way to the shore. The perpetrator was long gone, but she knew who he was regardless, and she was going to get back at Lee if it was the last thing she did.
He knew she was rubbish in water, after all, but she knew just how much he hated having snails in his bed. Something she could easily arrange, what with the nicely planted colony along the shore.
It was a cool, damp morning. I slipped on my leather jacket and quietly cracked open the screen down, and headed outside. The water was still beneath the soft morning air, and tasted soft on my tongue.
i wish i could just go to that lake again. where i roamed when i was a child. hope was everywhere and happiness abundant, i could practically taste the water when I jumped in. I miss her sometimes. I miss myself as well. sometimes i wish that lake would return so that i could just end it all. what the fuck is wrong with this world anyways? where can we draw the line between what is right and what is wrong? have we really degraded this far?
standing by a lake on a warm summer’s day, the young girl turned to her mother and ask, “what did i do wrong?,” to which the mother replied, “everything darling, you’ve ruined my life.” the next day the girl was found in the very same lake, dead.
We went to the lake to go fishing. It was my first time putting the worm on the hook. I felt more guilty when his little worm guts came out than when I cast him into the water. I wiped them in the grass.
we went to the lake one day hoping to get a large catch of fish to feed us for the following days. Meat prices were on the rise and the family needed more sustenance for the coming winter. Catching nothing was hard to swallow for all of us.
the lake is a good place to be spending free time.
the lakes are clear.
some lakes have fishes in it
some people fish in lakes
lakes can be dangerous.
lakes can be very deep
lakes are very pretty to some people
the lakes can containg things
I sit above the placid lake and think,
“How did the stars get there?
I see them shining
Radiantly swimming in the water
Dancing with the fish,
But that’s not where they belong.
Why did they fall?
How did they fall?
Where did my stars go?”
And I sit and think,
And stare into the dark black sky.
She threw herself into the lake. It was murky, gross, and smelled of dead, decaying fish. But she didn’t care. It was home. She’d grown up around the lake and it didn’t matter that it was disgusting now. It was her one chance to feel free, to swim once more.
I see a body of water, and the thing is, it’s not all that exciting on its own. It doensn’t move, like a river or an ocean. And its inhabitants either quietly dwell below or keep to themselves on shore. It’s the people that make the lake come alive. The boaters, the fishers, and the inhabitants.
when i was little me and my cousin went to the lake every summer and hunted bull frogs. We didn’t really hunt them, just caught them and kept them on our beach until lunch time.
The lake filled with water as the car kept driving. My dad was laughing so hard. I thought his foot would slip on the gas pedal and we would all go down. I took my seat belt off to make sure that I could get out, but I was in the middle. And then mom would drown in the front seat by herself, swearing at dad, while he jumps out of the window before the water reaches his neck. And then my brothers would follow, fighting as the water rose to the ceiling of the car, fighting about their transformers, and how they each wanted them back. They both wanted their toys and now they were drowning. All of us drowning.
There’s a lake of tears flowing from her eyes, dripping off her jaw, spotting her blouse. I hate to see her like this, but I only have myself to blame. I’d do it again, too, if I had to replay the last five minutes. And even though what I want to do right now is take her in my arms and make optimistic promises to her, I turn away, instead, and walk away. Forever.
It reminds me of my sister. I went swimming at her cabin. It had seaweed to the left and I was afraid when a boy jumped in. He’s going to get killed, I thouhgt. It’s going to down him I just know it. It’s going to eat him up. And the seaweed there was put in by some chinese man who decided to bring in some species that would eat up everything else and take over. I hate seaweed.
The water was cold, almost unbearable. I took a deep breath and ducked under. No matter how sunny it was outside, the light never reached the darkness belly of the lake.
We were walking. Walking slowly, holding hands. Perfect moment. Ruined by the perfect crime. She gasped, holding her palms up to her face.
“Is he…?”
“Yes…” I whispered, incredulously.
A man’s body lain motionless in the lake. Tears streamed from her face.
“We need to tell someone.”
Oh my goodness, there is a lake in front of my house. It is blue and i want to jump into it. It has a little sea monster that beckons me to follow him to the depths of it to find a flock of friendly mermaids. I jump in and follow him and he tells me his name is George. We swim through the water to the bottom of the lake where handsome mermen await my arrival. Oh they are very cute!
I kick my feet a little harder
thrash my arms and arch my back
trying to tread water in this
lake, or river, or gulf, or ocean
and though the title of such a place illudes me
I’m beggining to feel at home
the sigh of waves
between the flattened fields of green and gray
the sick feelings
between seeing her now and seeing her then
the taste of acid on my tongue
and the feel of your fingers on my skin
it’s all a little cliche
and it’s all a little saddenning
but I’ve got my head above water
and i’m coming into shore
Lake is a place to relax. a place to reflect. peaceful. the sound of the birds, the cool breeze swinging your hair, it’s the place where i want to have a house in and sta they for the rest of my life. i really want ot be there not.
Lakes are a pretty fun place to go to if you don’t have anywhere else to go. Lakes are full of water AND fun, so why not give it a visit? You’re sure to have a lake near you, somewhere, you just have to go out and try to look for one. Don’t go by yourself, bring a friend or two along and go swimming together. If they’re not interested in swimming then go fishing instead.
i wanna be there take me there please. i want to be there, with love with love in my heart with her and every love. i love too much i love way really too much. i have too much love to give, i’m not ready to give it. i need someone stronger than me. i need love. i wish i had love to love me.
dark and sweeping torrent pulling me down I scream to the rip to spare me but the glass lake swallows me up like an ant in honey, only to be found by the next victim.
lakes are beautiful. they make me think of freedom and comfort. and discomfort. sometimes lakes are slimy and unlikeable, with dark dirty underground creatures within. i hate the idea of a lake that isn’t for swimming. they make me think of rattletrap car.
The lake gleamed. Anna sat on the dock, watching the water slowly ripple. The memories of that one summer came crawling back.
By the lake I sit, gazing at my reflection in the shimmering evening light. with my fingertip I trail my name, Narcissus and watch the ripples wash it away into tiny beads of light, that dance upon the surface and are gone.
I’ve always felt like the lake was a peaceful place but most of the time i’m with friends and feel the need to fill up as many activities into the day as i possibly can so its hard to enjoy its serenity
the beautiful lake…in the photo it had 3 colors…red, blue, and green. the first time i saw it i cringed, thinking of blood. the blood was really beautiful moss. croatia, now i want to visit that beautiful place. croatia…….my beautiful croatia.
I stood by the lake and wondered, as I often do. It’s a great place to wonder, I find. All you have to do is look out and let your mind wander where it will. You can focus on the horizon, if you like, too… either look hard or don’t. It’s beauty.
A crystal lake filled with many joys and wonder
Where we once spent time together holding hands
Talking under sakura trees.
A crystal lake filled with many wonderful memories where we now lay rest.
lake of fire the lake is where the horror movies are filmed lake is blake with out a b lake is a lake
big black. made me friend lose her breath today. she’s in training, and it takes up her time. good luck.
She floated on the surface. Cold, and alone. Nothing else but her, and the white fabric that surrounded her body. She would never know what life was truly like, after she had jumped into the water age twelve in an attempt to end her life.
Strong, trusting hands pressed against her back, pushing her straight in. Spluttering, Morgan Davis fell into the lake, her hair soaking and her head swimming in rage far better than her body was doing in the water.
It took a good five minutes of flailing, but finally she made her way to the shore. The perpetrator was long gone, but she knew who he was regardless, and she was going to get back at Lee if it was the last thing she did.
He knew she was rubbish in water, after all, but she knew just how much he hated having snails in his bed. Something she could easily arrange, what with the nicely planted colony along the shore.
It was a cool, damp morning. I slipped on my leather jacket and quietly cracked open the screen down, and headed outside. The water was still beneath the soft morning air, and tasted soft on my tongue.
i wish i could just go to that lake again. where i roamed when i was a child. hope was everywhere and happiness abundant, i could practically taste the water when I jumped in. I miss her sometimes. I miss myself as well. sometimes i wish that lake would return so that i could just end it all. what the fuck is wrong with this world anyways? where can we draw the line between what is right and what is wrong? have we really degraded this far?
standing by a lake on a warm summer’s day, the young girl turned to her mother and ask, “what did i do wrong?,” to which the mother replied, “everything darling, you’ve ruined my life.” the next day the girl was found in the very same lake, dead.
We went to the lake to go fishing. It was my first time putting the worm on the hook. I felt more guilty when his little worm guts came out than when I cast him into the water. I wiped them in the grass.
Cold, murky, smells like feet
An empty can washes ashore
Faded label, sharpened edges
Don’t go in the water here
we will sit in front of a lake
hushed lips
soft hands
laced fingers
eyes calm
in love
we went to the lake one day hoping to get a large catch of fish to feed us for the following days. Meat prices were on the rise and the family needed more sustenance for the coming winter. Catching nothing was hard to swallow for all of us.
the lake is a good place to be spending free time.
the lakes are clear.
some lakes have fishes in it
some people fish in lakes
lakes can be dangerous.
lakes can be very deep
lakes are very pretty to some people
the lakes can containg things
circus
I sit above the placid lake and think,
“How did the stars get there?
I see them shining
Radiantly swimming in the water
Dancing with the fish,
But that’s not where they belong.
Why did they fall?
How did they fall?
Where did my stars go?”
And I sit and think,
And stare into the dark black sky.
She threw herself into the lake. It was murky, gross, and smelled of dead, decaying fish. But she didn’t care. It was home. She’d grown up around the lake and it didn’t matter that it was disgusting now. It was her one chance to feel free, to swim once more.
I see a body of water, and the thing is, it’s not all that exciting on its own. It doensn’t move, like a river or an ocean. And its inhabitants either quietly dwell below or keep to themselves on shore. It’s the people that make the lake come alive. The boaters, the fishers, and the inhabitants.
the lake speaks to us. oh what joy it brings. the coolness we feel when it touches our toes.
when she cries, the tears she let go can be compared to a lake. and the way she laughs, shutters all humanity. oh, what emotions.
when i was little me and my cousin went to the lake every summer and hunted bull frogs. We didn’t really hunt them, just caught them and kept them on our beach until lunch time.
The lake filled with water as the car kept driving. My dad was laughing so hard. I thought his foot would slip on the gas pedal and we would all go down. I took my seat belt off to make sure that I could get out, but I was in the middle. And then mom would drown in the front seat by herself, swearing at dad, while he jumps out of the window before the water reaches his neck. And then my brothers would follow, fighting as the water rose to the ceiling of the car, fighting about their transformers, and how they each wanted them back. They both wanted their toys and now they were drowning. All of us drowning.
There’s a lake of tears flowing from her eyes, dripping off her jaw, spotting her blouse. I hate to see her like this, but I only have myself to blame. I’d do it again, too, if I had to replay the last five minutes. And even though what I want to do right now is take her in my arms and make optimistic promises to her, I turn away, instead, and walk away. Forever.
It reminds me of my sister. I went swimming at her cabin. It had seaweed to the left and I was afraid when a boy jumped in. He’s going to get killed, I thouhgt. It’s going to down him I just know it. It’s going to eat him up. And the seaweed there was put in by some chinese man who decided to bring in some species that would eat up everything else and take over. I hate seaweed.
The water was cold, almost unbearable. I took a deep breath and ducked under. No matter how sunny it was outside, the light never reached the darkness belly of the lake.
We were walking. Walking slowly, holding hands. Perfect moment. Ruined by the perfect crime. She gasped, holding her palms up to her face.
“Is he…?”
“Yes…” I whispered, incredulously.
A man’s body lain motionless in the lake. Tears streamed from her face.
“We need to tell someone.”
Oh my goodness, there is a lake in front of my house. It is blue and i want to jump into it. It has a little sea monster that beckons me to follow him to the depths of it to find a flock of friendly mermaids. I jump in and follow him and he tells me his name is George. We swim through the water to the bottom of the lake where handsome mermen await my arrival. Oh they are very cute!
A lake is the best place for silence.
I kick my feet a little harder
thrash my arms and arch my back
trying to tread water in this
lake, or river, or gulf, or ocean
and though the title of such a place illudes me
I’m beggining to feel at home
the sigh of waves
between the flattened fields of green and gray
the sick feelings
between seeing her now and seeing her then
the taste of acid on my tongue
and the feel of your fingers on my skin
it’s all a little cliche
and it’s all a little saddenning
but I’ve got my head above water
and i’m coming into shore
Lake is a place to relax. a place to reflect. peaceful. the sound of the birds, the cool breeze swinging your hair, it’s the place where i want to have a house in and sta they for the rest of my life. i really want ot be there not.
water, grass and trees, tranquility, birds, soft breezes, sunshine,peacefulness, de-stress, children at play
Lakes are a pretty fun place to go to if you don’t have anywhere else to go. Lakes are full of water AND fun, so why not give it a visit? You’re sure to have a lake near you, somewhere, you just have to go out and try to look for one. Don’t go by yourself, bring a friend or two along and go swimming together. If they’re not interested in swimming then go fishing instead.
I didn’t like the lake. It’s where the touching began. That big tin boat and no escape. I do not go to the lake.