The tree leaned against the fence too tired to stand straight on its own anymore. A passerby might say that the tree looked liked it was taking a brief rest on the fence in an almost friendly fashion. They might say that the tree looked like it was resting on an old friends shoulder, but upon closer look they would notice the wearied stance of both the tree and fence.
i lean against the tree…the stars shining bright above me, the memories of last summer floating up, up into the air. I am breathing in the smells. Fresh green grass, old perfume, sweat, laughter, and sleep. The time is gone, the time is here.
i remember being able to lean on you for everything. when i was hurt or sad, you were there. always there for me to talk to or cry or laugh. we could just be. be happy and be loved. but now it’s done, over. it’s changed. and i know you’re happy, i know that. but i’m not. shouldn’t that mean something to you?
“lean meat” the tribe elder spoke softly to the rest knowing that this winter would be hard if they could not find a better source of meat. He then looked around around him and saw 15 such sources staring back at him. He then smiled before saying “Never mind” and continuing his meal.
People say I’m lean. I’m skinny, I’m to damn petit. I laugh and thank them, they don’t know what I think. I’m not lean. I’m not skinny. I’m thin in all the wrong places and visciously I scan my skin to find any imperfection. Don’t call me lean or skinny or thin. I’m horribly plauged by this disease of wanting perfection.
Lean is such a complex word. Lean on me. Lean meats. What kind of lean do you mean? It has so many meanings, you can misuse it. I gotta lean this chalk. I have to lean on this board. The 2nd one is correct usage
lean is something that everyone wants to be. lean, mean fighting machine. but it just seems so hard to be that machine that you really want to be. its so hard to please everyone and make sure that at least one other person is happy. especially when your not happy yourself. lean isnt anything thats attainable to me right now, or to many people. lean is happiness. lean is resilience.
He leans hard against the doorway, fingers itching to reach out and touch her but there he stays, leaning and finding himself in this impossible situation. Maybe, at least he thinks, he looks cool. Yeah. Cool, every cool. And maybe, again his thoughts only, he looks careless and not filled with dread.
Lean… I like my ground beef lean… I like my ground beef lean while I lean on my peg leg and I lean….arghhhhhhh!!!! This is tough. I will have to try again.
i wanted to lean on him as if he was my only strength, as if i had none within me and he was my only and ultimate sours. but no matter how much i longed for this intimate bond that could only possibly be existent in my imagination, he tried his hardest to run in any and every opposite direction he could find. i was only sad. still.
I lean on people. I need them. And I don’t think that’s wrong. I think we should need each other. But then the rug gets pulled out from under us. What we’re leaning on collapses. And it’s hard to tell when our foundation is real.
lean on me when you feel bad, mad or sad it doesn’t matter i’ll always be there. you can be lean or you can be long, we’re all strong and we’re all in this together. lean. lean. lean. lean is when you”re in need and we all need to be held up sometimes. there’s nothing wrong with that. lean
Her personal space was very important to her. Always had been, always would be. She didn’t care for people invading it, wasn’t used to any sort of physical interactions. So when he sat down next to her at the otherwise empty table and leaned intimately on her shoulder, she couldn’t help but flinch.
i like to learn. learning about everything that interests me, not what im forced to learn. forcing does not equal learning. learning comes from a desire inside. a need to know more. a burning interest. it has to be done, it cant be ignored. it becomes passionate.
Lean to me, lean away from me
lean to where i can hold you, but enough for me to lean you away
what a word lean is, stay in the perfect position of the middle
and let me lean you as i wish to
lean me closer
lean me over
but let me lean you to me and lean you away
lean as i would like you to
lean on a person for a lifetime, stay with them and hope that they mean something, hope that you’ve made the correct decision. Maybe it was all a mistake, maybe they will hurt you beyond belief. Lean and bend and mold to life. Let it take it;s course. Let it hurt. Cry. Because you don’t know what happens next, you don’t know the next actions to take place. Maybe you can’t always lean on him. Maybe you can. The only way to know is to try. If you fall over, then you do. It hurts, it’s difficult. But it’s worth it. It is. I promise.
He was leaning against the counter when I walked in.
“Hello hon,” I greeted.
His didn’t look happy with me, but angry, “Hello hon?”
I looked up surprised at him, “what’s going on hon? Did I do something wrong?”
That’s when i noticed it, a piece of paper in his hand.
That’s a sore point, to have that word spelt out in front of me like that. Just when I have resolved to become lean once again, to dust off my running shoes, fire up the ipod with some addictive tunes, and become that lean person I once was.
I lean every which way. In every direction. Towards everyone. I lean but I never rest and I never choose. I lean because I can’t help but feel that I have nowhere to be and this makes me seem like I have a choice. What do you lean for?
Lean. I think I’m lean. Lean and slender I would like to think anyway. Lean also reminds me of meats, like lean meats, but I don’t eat meat so I guess that really doesn’t help much. Lean, bean, team, seam, etc.
Meat like animals and fish and stuff, lean is being skinny and toned and lean rhymes with mean. Being mean is no fun, just like eating tons is mean because you’re no longer lean and if you aren’t lean, you’re sad because then you get down on yourself for being not lean. And when you think about it, we aren’t perfect so why should we put extra stress on ourselves to be perfect when we can skip all the drama and be lean. Be lean.
“What the tits!” spluttered Henry, as he sprayed water through pursed lips, his eyes clamped tight against the stinging salt water. His PFD now sported a surprisingly fashionable-looking strain of kelp over the left shoulder, and it loomed out like a weird third arm in the harbor as he clumsily thrashed his way back to the dock. “That wasn’t funny, you tool, I just bought these shoes like three days ago.”
I am here dying to lean on you. To put all of my 125 pounds on your mighty shoulders. But you apparently don’t have shoulders or the capability to hold. You are happy that we can be such good friends. But I hold you. I let you lean. But I am alone. Can’t you see? I give with my palms to the sky begging for someone to park their luggage and baggage of all kinds. You won’t even let me rest a finger.
“lean on me,” i said as she finally reached a silence. everything had suddenly become so desperate. her life was falling to pieces and she had no where to go, no one to just be there, no one to listen. so i would become that person. i was now her person to lean on, because that’s just what i do.
Lean. Everything I wish to be but am trapped. Lean. Everything that is expected of a girl in her 20’s. Anything else, and you’re shoved outside of your own society. lean. Lean on me? When youre not strong… I’ll be your friend. Ill help you carry on! Heck yes!!!!! LEAN. I WISH!
“Lean on me when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend..” All three of us sang along with either other as we walked back to the dorms, making a trio of sorts. Something that would have worked out much better if I could sing. I always wished I could sing, they sang like angels.
Lean on me… Lean away, lean toward… Trim away the fat and make it lean. Add some c and it’ll make you sparkle (clean)… I lean toward rambling thoughts and shuffling images, I lean away from aggression.
I lean back and forth to the sway of the music. I rock to and fro the song and I bop my head to the beat. Then, a dragon comes and asks me to dance. And we have a magical dance together with fireworks and fairies underneath an enchanted tree.
The girl was lean. Nothing but skin and bones. She whispered in the darkness waiting for him to emerge from the alley. She wanted to run, to scream but she couldn’t. Any sound would alert him to where she was and that wasn’t any good.
Sunglasses on (aviators to be exact), catching wind on a motorcycle, sleek black roads (a road only he knows), moonlight and stars as the sunsets: catching time for a date.
Lean. What is lean? the absence of fat? The goal of every person? Why is everyone determined to be lean. Is there something fantastical about being pure muscle? Doesn’t anyone realize how freezing you are constantly as a result? Why do people think you’re LUCKY if you’re lean. It’s dumb. The only things I enjoy lean are my steaks. Nuff said.
leaning over the rail, she could see him. He was up against the wall, breathing rapidly, but she didn’t know why. All she knew was that she wanted to see him, wanted to know him, wanted to find out why he seemed so out of place and nervous. Why was he like this? Why was he so lost-looking?
Lean and mean. That’s what we called ourselves. We were the finest examples of what soldiers should be. And we were proud. Rightfully so, we thought, until we ran up against the aliens we now call the “teachers.” They sure taught us. Out of a battalion of men, some 350, give our take, I was the only one who survived the first engagement. But after the nightmares, I began to wish I’d fallen with my brethren.
Lean is a horrible word. The first thing that comes to mind is thin. Thin is what the world promotes — not health. People need to be healthy, but rather they look at ways to become ‘thin’ like the celebrities they are so desperate to mirror. Why not pay more attention to health? Why? Because people don’t care if you’re healthy and don’t look PERFECT. they want you to be LEAN and unhealthy, rather than BEAUTIFUL and HEALTHY.
Consider yourself. Do you love you? Why or why not? Fix it. Be healthy. Be beautiful. Be you.
The tree leaned against the fence too tired to stand straight on its own anymore. A passerby might say that the tree looked liked it was taking a brief rest on the fence in an almost friendly fashion. They might say that the tree looked like it was resting on an old friends shoulder, but upon closer look they would notice the wearied stance of both the tree and fence.
i lean against the tree…the stars shining bright above me, the memories of last summer floating up, up into the air. I am breathing in the smells. Fresh green grass, old perfume, sweat, laughter, and sleep. The time is gone, the time is here.
i remember being able to lean on you for everything. when i was hurt or sad, you were there. always there for me to talk to or cry or laugh. we could just be. be happy and be loved. but now it’s done, over. it’s changed. and i know you’re happy, i know that. but i’m not. shouldn’t that mean something to you?
“lean meat” the tribe elder spoke softly to the rest knowing that this winter would be hard if they could not find a better source of meat. He then looked around around him and saw 15 such sources staring back at him. He then smiled before saying “Never mind” and continuing his meal.
Lean means thin. And thin is what society thinks is beautiful. But it isn’t. Brunette, blonde, Ginger, black hair, fat, skinny. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL.
People say I’m lean. I’m skinny, I’m to damn petit. I laugh and thank them, they don’t know what I think. I’m not lean. I’m not skinny. I’m thin in all the wrong places and visciously I scan my skin to find any imperfection. Don’t call me lean or skinny or thin. I’m horribly plauged by this disease of wanting perfection.
Lean is such a complex word. Lean on me. Lean meats. What kind of lean do you mean? It has so many meanings, you can misuse it. I gotta lean this chalk. I have to lean on this board. The 2nd one is correct usage
lean is something that everyone wants to be. lean, mean fighting machine. but it just seems so hard to be that machine that you really want to be. its so hard to please everyone and make sure that at least one other person is happy. especially when your not happy yourself. lean isnt anything thats attainable to me right now, or to many people. lean is happiness. lean is resilience.
He leans hard against the doorway, fingers itching to reach out and touch her but there he stays, leaning and finding himself in this impossible situation. Maybe, at least he thinks, he looks cool. Yeah. Cool, every cool. And maybe, again his thoughts only, he looks careless and not filled with dread.
Lean… I like my ground beef lean… I like my ground beef lean while I lean on my peg leg and I lean….arghhhhhhh!!!! This is tough. I will have to try again.
I run. I squat. I jog. I jump. I sprint. I leap. I push. I pull.
He sits. He eats. And he’s the lean one.
i wanted to lean on him as if he was my only strength, as if i had none within me and he was my only and ultimate sours. but no matter how much i longed for this intimate bond that could only possibly be existent in my imagination, he tried his hardest to run in any and every opposite direction he could find. i was only sad. still.
I lean on people. I need them. And I don’t think that’s wrong. I think we should need each other. But then the rug gets pulled out from under us. What we’re leaning on collapses. And it’s hard to tell when our foundation is real.
lean on me when you feel bad, mad or sad it doesn’t matter i’ll always be there. you can be lean or you can be long, we’re all strong and we’re all in this together. lean. lean. lean. lean is when you”re in need and we all need to be held up sometimes. there’s nothing wrong with that. lean
Her personal space was very important to her. Always had been, always would be. She didn’t care for people invading it, wasn’t used to any sort of physical interactions. So when he sat down next to her at the otherwise empty table and leaned intimately on her shoulder, she couldn’t help but flinch.
i like to learn. learning about everything that interests me, not what im forced to learn. forcing does not equal learning. learning comes from a desire inside. a need to know more. a burning interest. it has to be done, it cant be ignored. it becomes passionate.
Lean to me, lean away from me
lean to where i can hold you, but enough for me to lean you away
what a word lean is, stay in the perfect position of the middle
and let me lean you as i wish to
lean me closer
lean me over
but let me lean you to me and lean you away
lean as i would like you to
lean on a person for a lifetime, stay with them and hope that they mean something, hope that you’ve made the correct decision. Maybe it was all a mistake, maybe they will hurt you beyond belief. Lean and bend and mold to life. Let it take it;s course. Let it hurt. Cry. Because you don’t know what happens next, you don’t know the next actions to take place. Maybe you can’t always lean on him. Maybe you can. The only way to know is to try. If you fall over, then you do. It hurts, it’s difficult. But it’s worth it. It is. I promise.
He was leaning against the counter when I walked in.
“Hello hon,” I greeted.
His didn’t look happy with me, but angry, “Hello hon?”
I looked up surprised at him, “what’s going on hon? Did I do something wrong?”
That’s when i noticed it, a piece of paper in his hand.
That’s a sore point, to have that word spelt out in front of me like that. Just when I have resolved to become lean once again, to dust off my running shoes, fire up the ipod with some addictive tunes, and become that lean person I once was.
leaning is when you put your weight onto an object or a person.
I lean every which way. In every direction. Towards everyone. I lean but I never rest and I never choose. I lean because I can’t help but feel that I have nowhere to be and this makes me seem like I have a choice. What do you lean for?
He leaned into her and smelled her hair. It was the first time he truly saw her for what she was. Human. That kiss was the best kiss of his life.
Lean. I think I’m lean. Lean and slender I would like to think anyway. Lean also reminds me of meats, like lean meats, but I don’t eat meat so I guess that really doesn’t help much. Lean, bean, team, seam, etc.
Meat like animals and fish and stuff, lean is being skinny and toned and lean rhymes with mean. Being mean is no fun, just like eating tons is mean because you’re no longer lean and if you aren’t lean, you’re sad because then you get down on yourself for being not lean. And when you think about it, we aren’t perfect so why should we put extra stress on ourselves to be perfect when we can skip all the drama and be lean. Be lean.
“What the tits!” spluttered Henry, as he sprayed water through pursed lips, his eyes clamped tight against the stinging salt water. His PFD now sported a surprisingly fashionable-looking strain of kelp over the left shoulder, and it loomed out like a weird third arm in the harbor as he clumsily thrashed his way back to the dock. “That wasn’t funny, you tool, I just bought these shoes like three days ago.”
I am here dying to lean on you. To put all of my 125 pounds on your mighty shoulders. But you apparently don’t have shoulders or the capability to hold. You are happy that we can be such good friends. But I hold you. I let you lean. But I am alone. Can’t you see? I give with my palms to the sky begging for someone to park their luggage and baggage of all kinds. You won’t even let me rest a finger.
“lean on me,” i said as she finally reached a silence. everything had suddenly become so desperate. her life was falling to pieces and she had no where to go, no one to just be there, no one to listen. so i would become that person. i was now her person to lean on, because that’s just what i do.
Lean. Everything I wish to be but am trapped. Lean. Everything that is expected of a girl in her 20’s. Anything else, and you’re shoved outside of your own society. lean. Lean on me? When youre not strong… I’ll be your friend. Ill help you carry on! Heck yes!!!!! LEAN. I WISH!
“Lean on me when you’re not strong, I’ll be your friend..” All three of us sang along with either other as we walked back to the dorms, making a trio of sorts. Something that would have worked out much better if I could sing. I always wished I could sing, they sang like angels.
Lean on me… Lean away, lean toward… Trim away the fat and make it lean. Add some c and it’ll make you sparkle (clean)… I lean toward rambling thoughts and shuffling images, I lean away from aggression.
I lean back and forth to the sway of the music. I rock to and fro the song and I bop my head to the beat. Then, a dragon comes and asks me to dance. And we have a magical dance together with fireworks and fairies underneath an enchanted tree.
I used to be a lean fellow. Now, I have grown fat. I want to become lean again. I will do anything for it.
The girl was lean. Nothing but skin and bones. She whispered in the darkness waiting for him to emerge from the alley. She wanted to run, to scream but she couldn’t. Any sound would alert him to where she was and that wasn’t any good.
Sunglasses on (aviators to be exact), catching wind on a motorcycle, sleek black roads (a road only he knows), moonlight and stars as the sunsets: catching time for a date.
He’s looking pretty lean, if you ask me.
Lean cuisine is gettin pretty mean, the girl has become a feign for the thing. I LOVE TO EAT NOMNOMNOM. Fuck these words. I’m no good today.
Lean. What is lean? the absence of fat? The goal of every person? Why is everyone determined to be lean. Is there something fantastical about being pure muscle? Doesn’t anyone realize how freezing you are constantly as a result? Why do people think you’re LUCKY if you’re lean. It’s dumb. The only things I enjoy lean are my steaks. Nuff said.
leaning over the rail, she could see him. He was up against the wall, breathing rapidly, but she didn’t know why. All she knew was that she wanted to see him, wanted to know him, wanted to find out why he seemed so out of place and nervous. Why was he like this? Why was he so lost-looking?
Lean and mean. That’s what we called ourselves. We were the finest examples of what soldiers should be. And we were proud. Rightfully so, we thought, until we ran up against the aliens we now call the “teachers.” They sure taught us. Out of a battalion of men, some 350, give our take, I was the only one who survived the first engagement. But after the nightmares, I began to wish I’d fallen with my brethren.
Lean is a horrible word. The first thing that comes to mind is thin. Thin is what the world promotes — not health. People need to be healthy, but rather they look at ways to become ‘thin’ like the celebrities they are so desperate to mirror. Why not pay more attention to health? Why? Because people don’t care if you’re healthy and don’t look PERFECT. they want you to be LEAN and unhealthy, rather than BEAUTIFUL and HEALTHY.
Consider yourself. Do you love you? Why or why not? Fix it. Be healthy. Be beautiful. Be you.