her lashes were long and silky. they were curvy and made her eyes smile. they flutter and flinted and waved to all. but her lashes were merely hiding what was underneath those blinks. the lashes from her childhood that left scars that wouldn’t heal but the hatred couldn’t kill her because her lashes reminded the world she was alive and happy.
they go on your eyes and you can put mascara on them but sometimes I don’t because I don’t really care…. um usually if I’m going out I do. Mine are only short which is silly. :(
Tied to the main mast, he couldn’t move. A struggle was futile, the lashes severe. The Bosun wound up, a number was said. There was no way he noticed, only his screams were real. The cat’o’nine tails deals out hearty lashes.
Long and curvy, encircling the eye. “How’d you get those so long?” the stranger asks. While she details her mascara regime, I wonder why it’s so necessary. Stick to what you naturally look like. Do you really need seven kinds of product just to get your eyes to look a certain way?
people can get twenty lashes if they bat their lashes too often at the wrong person. Then there is back lashes for saying or doing the wrong things. Lashes has 2 sylables and 6 letters.
George Clooney has the most wonderful eyelashes, They are pretty much perfect. My best friend has some beautiful eyelashes too. I love when boys have nice eyelashes. It’s wonderful. Especially for boys with brown eyes.
It was cold and my back ached from the fifty lashes I had received. I was running. Out of breath and quite out of luck. It was quite sad really but I dealt with it in the only way I could. The lashes began to open up, bleeding quite profusely.
She smiled up from beneath her eyelashes as shy as ever, but said nothing. He wondered if he would ever get to see the true her. He hoped one day she would open up to him.
And i felt her eyelashes graze my cheek as we hugged. For some reason, it reminded me of my childhood. Her long lashes representing wistful beauty and promise of youth…
“HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THE LASHES ON THAT HORSE!” He was careening over the fence towards the poor innocent animal, “PHIL! PHIL LOOKIE HERE!!!! COME ON! THIS IS AMAZING!” Phil smiled; he always got the best ratings when Paul was drunk. He slowly lifted the camera and pressed record.
they bat and they bend and they curve.
blacker the blackest the most beautiful ones are best.
fake ones are lies.
lies are not meant for such simple elegance.
slowly…pull them out one by one.
eye lashes are funny thing. i’ve heard that they’re for keeping things out of our eyes, but we also dress them up. we want them bigger, fuller and blacker. why do we always makes things that were once just for the benfit of our body to be pretty?
I have extremely long eyelashes, so I’ve been told. I don’t mind, as I think they add to the beauty of my eyes, not to sound conceited though. It’s good to have at least one feature on your face that you can enjoy, and mine happens to be my eyes. They’re what people like too.
So the first thing I notice about her is that she has obnoxiously brightly colored lashes. Like neon purple, you know? I wanted to rip them off, they were so ugly. I mean seriously, tone down on the trashy.
lashes, the love of the eyes. the only thing keeping the dirt away from the most precious thing on your face. Beautiful deep dark lashes pushing away the guys. I love lashes.
bashed with the lashes of a butterfly kiss, swooned to the tune of thousand creatures swinging in the eyes of every lover for a million years. We are lost in the universe of each other.
My lashes are long. At least that’s what I hear. The curl up and clumped with mascara. One day I’ll hear she lashed out at, it was bad. But I know that I got these flawless lashes from my dad.
They were cold and kept all the dirt from her face. Sometimes she’d paint the gold of them black and flutter them like black fly wings. It made her eyes stand out they say.
Each hit of the whip stung more than the last. The edges of the whip dug into his flesh and ripped it out. Twenty lashes was his price, but it had been many more than that.
Dammit, i always get lashes. Why can’t I get another word. I have nothing to say about lashes and I refuse to write some emo shit poem about a wish or how some girl is a whore. Fuck you, one word. Fuck you.
Once upon a time there was a frog with eye lashes. Everyone was afraid of him so they caught him in a cave and stoned him to death. It’s really too bad because most frogs are bald anyway. The end.
An eyelash fell on your face
and I had mentioned it in
whisper form to your ear
and you traced you feeble
fingertips and took it off
and made your wish.
What you didn’t know
was that I wished too
and my selfish wish had
fulfilled my beating heart.
her lashes were wide with love. he looked at her open eyes and felt fear as she blinked, seemingly with the beat of his heart. unknowing, she let her eyes rest upon his and saw fear. he swallowed his breath and smiled.
His were golden. His eyelashes, I mean. They were golden with a redish tint to them. Beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare at them, admire the way the light hit them, wonder at the way they moved slightly in the breeze.
….any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from him, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing him for an act he or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing him or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity. It does not include pain or suffering arising only from, inherent in, or incidental to, lawful sanctions.
i llove for my eyelases to be lonng some day when i m having a bad day i go to the Mac store and get new eyelashes put on and it makes me feel better. i
when i think of lashes it reminds me of eyes, and this one time when rishae told me that I had very beautiful eyelsahses, she then proceeded to put mascara on my eyelashes for the christmas play, she had always wanted to do it. =]
Today I realized my eyelashes are getting thicker and thicker from the previous days of mascara. I believe they’re falling out. One by one. It makes me sad.
These lashes have left scars on this smooth back, ones that can never be erased by the medicine of time. These years in captivity, obeying one’s every command, but being punished for the doing of others. These lashes are my time-line…
Her lashes stuck together from the rain pouring down. As she walked, she periodically blinked up at the sky, wondering why this had to happen today of all days. On her way to her APUSH exam, she really didn’t need to show up soaked to the skin, to sit for three hours in cold, damp clothing, dripping all over her essays.
She had the longest eyelashes, without mascara. She had gorgeous eyes and her smile wasn’t too bad either. As he stared at her, and wondered why he noticed all of this about her, the answer became clear: he was in love.
her lashes were long and silky. they were curvy and made her eyes smile. they flutter and flinted and waved to all. but her lashes were merely hiding what was underneath those blinks. the lashes from her childhood that left scars that wouldn’t heal but the hatred couldn’t kill her because her lashes reminded the world she was alive and happy.
they go on your eyes and you can put mascara on them but sometimes I don’t because I don’t really care…. um usually if I’m going out I do. Mine are only short which is silly. :(
Tied to the main mast, he couldn’t move. A struggle was futile, the lashes severe. The Bosun wound up, a number was said. There was no way he noticed, only his screams were real. The cat’o’nine tails deals out hearty lashes.
Long and curvy, encircling the eye. “How’d you get those so long?” the stranger asks. While she details her mascara regime, I wonder why it’s so necessary. Stick to what you naturally look like. Do you really need seven kinds of product just to get your eyes to look a certain way?
people can get twenty lashes if they bat their lashes too often at the wrong person. Then there is back lashes for saying or doing the wrong things. Lashes has 2 sylables and 6 letters.
George Clooney has the most wonderful eyelashes, They are pretty much perfect. My best friend has some beautiful eyelashes too. I love when boys have nice eyelashes. It’s wonderful. Especially for boys with brown eyes.
It was cold and my back ached from the fifty lashes I had received. I was running. Out of breath and quite out of luck. It was quite sad really but I dealt with it in the only way I could. The lashes began to open up, bleeding quite profusely.
She smiled up from beneath her eyelashes as shy as ever, but said nothing. He wondered if he would ever get to see the true her. He hoped one day she would open up to him.
And i felt her eyelashes graze my cheek as we hugged. For some reason, it reminded me of my childhood. Her long lashes representing wistful beauty and promise of youth…
“HOLY CRAP LOOK AT THE LASHES ON THAT HORSE!” He was careening over the fence towards the poor innocent animal, “PHIL! PHIL LOOKIE HERE!!!! COME ON! THIS IS AMAZING!” Phil smiled; he always got the best ratings when Paul was drunk. He slowly lifted the camera and pressed record.
Yours are short and straight, masking big brown pools of love that I just want to sink all of my hopes and dreams and insecurities and fears into.
they bat and they bend and they curve.
blacker the blackest the most beautiful ones are best.
fake ones are lies.
lies are not meant for such simple elegance.
slowly…pull them out one by one.
eye lashes are funny thing. i’ve heard that they’re for keeping things out of our eyes, but we also dress them up. we want them bigger, fuller and blacker. why do we always makes things that were once just for the benfit of our body to be pretty?
Time lashes away at our beauty, but it can never destroy our spirit.
Lashes, they always need to tell me about those lashes. Whether they float in between my building space or strike, decadently, into children.
I have extremely long eyelashes, so I’ve been told. I don’t mind, as I think they add to the beauty of my eyes, not to sound conceited though. It’s good to have at least one feature on your face that you can enjoy, and mine happens to be my eyes. They’re what people like too.
So the first thing I notice about her is that she has obnoxiously brightly colored lashes. Like neon purple, you know? I wanted to rip them off, they were so ugly. I mean seriously, tone down on the trashy.
lashes, the love of the eyes. the only thing keeping the dirt away from the most precious thing on your face. Beautiful deep dark lashes pushing away the guys. I love lashes.
bashed with the lashes of a butterfly kiss, swooned to the tune of thousand creatures swinging in the eyes of every lover for a million years. We are lost in the universe of each other.
My lashes are long. At least that’s what I hear. The curl up and clumped with mascara. One day I’ll hear she lashed out at, it was bad. But I know that I got these flawless lashes from my dad.
They were cold and kept all the dirt from her face. Sometimes she’d paint the gold of them black and flutter them like black fly wings. It made her eyes stand out they say.
Lashes
Bashes
Cashes
Cash in
Cash out
Cast away
Run away
See the way?
There’s a way
Go away
a word i dont know. I know alot of words. but this one i dont. i probaly find out one day. What does it means?
Each hit of the whip stung more than the last. The edges of the whip dug into his flesh and ripped it out. Twenty lashes was his price, but it had been many more than that.
Dammit, i always get lashes. Why can’t I get another word. I have nothing to say about lashes and I refuse to write some emo shit poem about a wish or how some girl is a whore. Fuck you, one word. Fuck you.
Once upon a time there was a frog with eye lashes. Everyone was afraid of him so they caught him in a cave and stoned him to death. It’s really too bad because most frogs are bald anyway. The end.
An eyelash fell on your face
and I had mentioned it in
whisper form to your ear
and you traced you feeble
fingertips and took it off
and made your wish.
What you didn’t know
was that I wished too
and my selfish wish had
fulfilled my beating heart.
You kissed me.
her lashes were wide with love. he looked at her open eyes and felt fear as she blinked, seemingly with the beat of his heart. unknowing, she let her eyes rest upon his and saw fear. he swallowed his breath and smiled.
His were golden. His eyelashes, I mean. They were golden with a redish tint to them. Beautiful. I couldn’t help but stare at them, admire the way the light hit them, wonder at the way they moved slightly in the breeze.
her long eyelashes gave his heart lashes of fluttering feeling
being lashed by her prowess
wanting her wanting her
she own him
….any act by which severe pain or suffering, whether physical or mental, is intentionally inflicted on a person for such purposes as obtaining from him, or a third person, information or a confession, punishing him for an act he or a third person has committed or is suspected of having committed, or intimidating or coercing him or a third person, or for any reason based on discrimination of any kind, when such pain or suffering is inflicted by or at the instigation of or with the consent or acquiescence of a public official or other person acting in an official capacity. It does not include pain or suffering arising only from, inherent in, or incidental to, lawful sanctions.
i llove for my eyelases to be lonng some day when i m having a bad day i go to the Mac store and get new eyelashes put on and it makes me feel better. i
when i think of lashes it reminds me of eyes, and this one time when rishae told me that I had very beautiful eyelsahses, she then proceeded to put mascara on my eyelashes for the christmas play, she had always wanted to do it. =]
His lashes were so long she was jealous upon looking into his eyes, and he had no idea what she was thinking.
She batted her eyes at me. I could tell she put in fake eyelashes, she always tried too hard to get attention. She was always a whore
back and forth, up and down
they flutter with every blink, every glance
dancing across the wind, long or short
but all the same?
Today I realized my eyelashes are getting thicker and thicker from the previous days of mascara. I believe they’re falling out. One by one. It makes me sad.
These lashes have left scars on this smooth back, ones that can never be erased by the medicine of time. These years in captivity, obeying one’s every command, but being punished for the doing of others. These lashes are my time-line…
Her lashes stuck together from the rain pouring down. As she walked, she periodically blinked up at the sky, wondering why this had to happen today of all days. On her way to her APUSH exam, she really didn’t need to show up soaked to the skin, to sit for three hours in cold, damp clothing, dripping all over her essays.
She had the longest eyelashes, without mascara. She had gorgeous eyes and her smile wasn’t too bad either. As he stared at her, and wondered why he noticed all of this about her, the answer became clear: he was in love.