Life is a pit, as in Alice In Wonderland, falling amongst the bits and pieces of a life I hardly knew. They fly past so fast I can’t reach out to catch them. The sky isn’t even above me, the sky is gone with the sun and the sun took the light, I’m left with in this pit with my fragmented life because the sun as left me.
the pit was so dark he couldn’t see the bottom, but the noises grew louder the longer he looked down into the inky darkness, face blasted every now and again with sickly warm air like the breath of a sick angry devil. He screamed a “helo?!” only to be answered with another growl, and blasted with more hot air.
Far above, the sky stared down at me like an eye. Surrounded by damp darkness, I sat up. My head ached and my mind flickered with memories of falling. Falling.
I will wear my jeans and red top with my red shoes. I think jeans can be worn and you could look very smart. So each time I wear jeans I would like to try different
there’s a hole inside
and we all wonder how
to get to the bottom
should we stumble and
float with jams
and jellies passing by
so curious and curious
there’s a hole inside
my bread i think they call that a bagel
there’s a hole inside
my heart that’s really
a medical condition
I think of the bottom of something. We all have days when our lives are the pit, but we spit it out and let it go. It doesn’t exaclty matter what made us feel so bad, just that we spit that pit out and enjoy the fruit that had surrounded it. the pit is something bad just not as bad as it tastes.
In the pit of my stomach I can feel the normalcy of my current lifestyle slipping away and morphing into something completely foreign. I’m not sure what this will do to me but it scares the hell out of me.
The pit of hell is a place that one should visit at least once before the ultimate deision takes place. As for me, thinking of an everlasting eternity in heat that is much stronger than Floridian August just make me sick.
deep down. in the pitch black. the seed of life, and the flesh of the bearer will be eaten to access it. yum. om nom nom. she doesn’t understand. my baby she says. but unfortunate circumstances lead to life and lust.
Us, people are trapped into some kind of pit, called ‘society’. We must agree to its values and ideology, even though we do not agree it. This is a very hard thing for us, people, to accept.
I was at the pit on a well and it was completely dark. Constantly wondering how the heck I was going to get out of here. At the pit of this well was nothing but pure darkness and water… I realized I was in a water pit.
I was walking down the side of the road, wondering where i parked my car. I vaguely remembered walking home after beeping my alarm, but for the life of me, i couldn’t remember where it was. That was when i saw it, parked in the middle of the pit of wet concrete that was just poured yesterday, it was already hard.
there is this pit i fall into
the darkness plunges and encloses me as my vision dims
my senses become useless, meaningless
then i am only in my head
without sight though, i see
the thing always staring back at me in this darkness
it’s always you
pti is a fall. it is the place where things dont come bak from. put can be arm pit, the sweet smell of paru. it can be szy. the white softoness of gill. pit can be snake pit. it an be dunia also. the dumps. the lowest of lows. pit is like brad pit, the sexy actor. pit is a smoke pit. dont know what it means but ither ei smeotinng like that. pit is the the samll form of pitty
Pit, arm pit, peach pit, cherry pit, pit fall. Is that two words or one? That pitfall game was a game I played on an Atari when I was a kid. I loved that game, you would have to swing over these pits that had alligators and such in the bottom.
Pit bulls are mean dogs, favored by dealers who have too much to loose. They will also hide motherfuckers who cross them in pits and even, in some cases their own mothers.
There was a large hole dug in the ground. Charlotte stared into it. She thought, “I could throw myself in here and no one would notice that I’m gone.” She looked down more intently into the hole, and thought she could catch the glimmer of a tiny light. She wanted to see that light.
Mine stink. Badly. Need some deodorant before I go out tonight. That workout made them stink like shit. This is awful. Did she smell me? I hope not, I’m sweating so hard. This blows. I just need to get back to the room so I can shower.
The pit yawned before me. To jump or not to jump. I know that’s the way my friends went, but I couldn’t be sure if they were safe. It was said that there was a portal to another world in the pit… Was it worth the risk?
passion pit is my favorite new band, i wonder how i lasted this long without them in my life. my favorite song from them is actuallly a mike snow remix, which is also one , if not my favorite new bands.
there was once a hole in the ground. a sizable one. Some called it a pit. others just what it was, a hole. It didn’t e3xist for a reason, perhaps someone had dug it once. but it was there, and that was all that really mattered.
Manchmal bräuchte ich ein Loch, um hineinzuspringen, verschwinden, vergessen. Mal dunkel, mal hell. Aber tief. Immer tief. Warum eigentlich immer tief?
Peinlich berührt ist man, wenn man es braucht, oder in Schwierigkeiten. Meistens. Oder man will seine Ruhe.
the bottom, where you can grill barbeque, where the game takes place, the culdron of activity, the center of the fruit, the beginning of the seed. the place where your feelings come from. a dip or divot in a surface, wear and tear,
when i think of pit.. i get a sulking feeling.. it symbolizes failure , embarrasament… pit also reminds me of F1, the pitstop… that links to schumaker…the greatest F1 racer according to me. Pit reminds me of mud, dirt , of rains. cos the pits during rains are risky . pit can be linked to recycling process as well… where in you dumb the compost in an underground pit and let it rot.
dark hole with a bright light shining through a crack. i could not see the outside world but only a glimer of hope as the earth started to shake and the crack got bigger.
My stomach turned, it was fear in the pit of my stomach. Could I do it? I wasn’t sure, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach told me it was important. It was worth the risk of failure. I could do it!
Pit. Like an arm pit? Or like a peach pit? What kind of pit?
Is it stinky? Is it warm? Is it sticky? Does it go all the way to China? Is it gurgling? I need an answer! My mind is going to ponder this all day..
In the pit of my stomach is a lie. A lie I told in passing, one I thought I could smooth over. But years later, it sits there, in the pit of my stomach, like a boulder that only gets better as time goes on. A lie in the pit of my stomach. Growing heavy, weighing me down. I jump off the cliff and my lie takes me to the bottom of the ocean.
i punch madd kids in the face down in the mahhhhsh pittttszzz f00l.
a pit is a pit is a pit is a pit
in an almond no one knows if it
is really truly there.
but a spit is not fit
to be considered thus
for
why would one
put one
in
a
fruit
?
pit.
Life is a pit, as in Alice In Wonderland, falling amongst the bits and pieces of a life I hardly knew. They fly past so fast I can’t reach out to catch them. The sky isn’t even above me, the sky is gone with the sun and the sun took the light, I’m left with in this pit with my fragmented life because the sun as left me.
the pit was so dark he couldn’t see the bottom, but the noises grew louder the longer he looked down into the inky darkness, face blasted every now and again with sickly warm air like the breath of a sick angry devil. He screamed a “helo?!” only to be answered with another growl, and blasted with more hot air.
Far above, the sky stared down at me like an eye. Surrounded by damp darkness, I sat up. My head ached and my mind flickered with memories of falling. Falling.
I will wear my jeans and red top with my red shoes. I think jeans can be worn and you could look very smart. So each time I wear jeans I would like to try different
the end of a juicy fruit that ran sticy and hot between my finger s the end of somthing wich you charrished life well spend .life hungrey for more.
I fell into a pit of doom. The pit, seeing as it was of doom, was dark and rather gloomy. Also, really hot. Kind of like an armpit.
Pits are something that people don’t like to think about. Man, this writing assignment has me in the pits.
there’s a hole inside
and we all wonder how
to get to the bottom
should we stumble and
float with jams
and jellies passing by
so curious and curious
there’s a hole inside
my bread i think they call that a bagel
there’s a hole inside
my heart that’s really
a medical condition
I think of the bottom of something. We all have days when our lives are the pit, but we spit it out and let it go. It doesn’t exaclty matter what made us feel so bad, just that we spit that pit out and enjoy the fruit that had surrounded it. the pit is something bad just not as bad as it tastes.
In the pit of my stomach I can feel the normalcy of my current lifestyle slipping away and morphing into something completely foreign. I’m not sure what this will do to me but it scares the hell out of me.
The pit of hell is a place that one should visit at least once before the ultimate deision takes place. As for me, thinking of an everlasting eternity in heat that is much stronger than Floridian August just make me sick.
deep down. in the pitch black. the seed of life, and the flesh of the bearer will be eaten to access it. yum. om nom nom. she doesn’t understand. my baby she says. but unfortunate circumstances lead to life and lust.
the pit and the pendulum…i’m also reminded of the activision game pitfall….played it loads in the 70’s…actually no, it was the 80’s…
Its a great place and whenever anybodies go feel relax. Most thinkers develop great things from sitting at that pit only. I donot know why
Us, people are trapped into some kind of pit, called ‘society’. We must agree to its values and ideology, even though we do not agree it. This is a very hard thing for us, people, to accept.
bottemless pit of knowledge
I was at the pit on a well and it was completely dark. Constantly wondering how the heck I was going to get out of here. At the pit of this well was nothing but pure darkness and water… I realized I was in a water pit.
I was walking down the side of the road, wondering where i parked my car. I vaguely remembered walking home after beeping my alarm, but for the life of me, i couldn’t remember where it was. That was when i saw it, parked in the middle of the pit of wet concrete that was just poured yesterday, it was already hard.
there is this pit i fall into
the darkness plunges and encloses me as my vision dims
my senses become useless, meaningless
then i am only in my head
without sight though, i see
the thing always staring back at me in this darkness
it’s always you
the game that liz’s family tried to get us to play
isn’t there a pit in or around the stomach? it’s what hurts when i know i’m feeling something for real.
pti is a fall. it is the place where things dont come bak from. put can be arm pit, the sweet smell of paru. it can be szy. the white softoness of gill. pit can be snake pit. it an be dunia also. the dumps. the lowest of lows. pit is like brad pit, the sexy actor. pit is a smoke pit. dont know what it means but ither ei smeotinng like that. pit is the the samll form of pitty
Pit, arm pit, peach pit, cherry pit, pit fall. Is that two words or one? That pitfall game was a game I played on an Atari when I was a kid. I loved that game, you would have to swing over these pits that had alligators and such in the bottom.
Pit bulls are mean dogs, favored by dealers who have too much to loose. They will also hide motherfuckers who cross them in pits and even, in some cases their own mothers.
deep hole, dark space
There was a large hole dug in the ground. Charlotte stared into it. She thought, “I could throw myself in here and no one would notice that I’m gone.” She looked down more intently into the hole, and thought she could catch the glimmer of a tiny light. She wanted to see that light.
Mine stink. Badly. Need some deodorant before I go out tonight. That workout made them stink like shit. This is awful. Did she smell me? I hope not, I’m sweating so hard. This blows. I just need to get back to the room so I can shower.
The pit yawned before me. To jump or not to jump. I know that’s the way my friends went, but I couldn’t be sure if they were safe. It was said that there was a portal to another world in the pit… Was it worth the risk?
pit is a scary word it seems that it is a long dark hole in the air or ground like a blackhole.
passion pit is my favorite new band, i wonder how i lasted this long without them in my life. my favorite song from them is actuallly a mike snow remix, which is also one , if not my favorite new bands.
there was once a hole in the ground. a sizable one. Some called it a pit. others just what it was, a hole. It didn’t e3xist for a reason, perhaps someone had dug it once. but it was there, and that was all that really mattered.
Manchmal bräuchte ich ein Loch, um hineinzuspringen, verschwinden, vergessen. Mal dunkel, mal hell. Aber tief. Immer tief. Warum eigentlich immer tief?
Peinlich berührt ist man, wenn man es braucht, oder in Schwierigkeiten. Meistens. Oder man will seine Ruhe.
the bottom, where you can grill barbeque, where the game takes place, the culdron of activity, the center of the fruit, the beginning of the seed. the place where your feelings come from. a dip or divot in a surface, wear and tear,
when i think of pit.. i get a sulking feeling.. it symbolizes failure , embarrasament… pit also reminds me of F1, the pitstop… that links to schumaker…the greatest F1 racer according to me. Pit reminds me of mud, dirt , of rains. cos the pits during rains are risky . pit can be linked to recycling process as well… where in you dumb the compost in an underground pit and let it rot.
dark hole with a bright light shining through a crack. i could not see the outside world but only a glimer of hope as the earth started to shake and the crack got bigger.
deep pit, underground, deep and dark, difficult situation that comes in the way
My stomach turned, it was fear in the pit of my stomach. Could I do it? I wasn’t sure, but that feeling in the pit of my stomach told me it was important. It was worth the risk of failure. I could do it!
Pit. Like an arm pit? Or like a peach pit? What kind of pit?
Is it stinky? Is it warm? Is it sticky? Does it go all the way to China? Is it gurgling? I need an answer! My mind is going to ponder this all day..
In the pit of my stomach is a lie. A lie I told in passing, one I thought I could smooth over. But years later, it sits there, in the pit of my stomach, like a boulder that only gets better as time goes on. A lie in the pit of my stomach. Growing heavy, weighing me down. I jump off the cliff and my lie takes me to the bottom of the ocean.