The salty water got in my mouth. I spat it out, though it probably didn’t matter now, seeing as I had accidentally swallowed a lot after doing a cannonball of the dock. It was getting late.
The crackers were shedding salt all over her shirt and hands as she ate, and the ferret crawling over her body licked at it. She figured eating something so salty when it was hot and she was thirsty was un-advisable, but she was starving and it was the only thing she could dredge up out of the backseat to eat. “You think he’s trying to train me to be a patient woman?” she asked her ferret, Dancer, and returned to staring out the windshield. After five beats she abruptly threw the crackers aside, turned the ignition, put the car in drive, and floored it out of the empty parking lot.
We were sweet like Sugar
On the mouths of innocents.
We were fiery like Cayenne
On warm July afternoons,
Before we turned bitter like Salt
On washed-away shores of Greece;
And I miss our Tabasco love
And our Molasses words, thick and lovely-
But I don’t miss your Cinnamon lies,
My Honey Dear.
kathleen settled back to working in the moisture field again. she thought of kent with his salt and pepper hair lying dead while she laid hung over in jail. she shook her head.how could she let herself drink the stuff again?
Kathleen Settled back to working in the moisture field again. she thought of kent with his salt and pepper hair lying dead while she laid hung over in jail. she shook her head. yet she let herself drink the stuff again.
I threw the salt over my shoulder as a symbol of good luck. Then, I embarked on my journey across Europe. I’ve wanted to backpack through Europe since I was kid, and my dream was finally coming true.
Salt in my wounds, salty air of the sea. Sea salt see salt see spot run. Salted foods and salted wounds. Burning bleeding salty swoon. Sailor, sailor salt my wounds! Just dont spill it.
Salt is delicious. Like, really delicious. It’s on chips, and in all sorts of foods, and it makes things taste SO GREAT! We also put it on the roads in the winter, to melt the ice, but we don’t do it on my driveway because it hurts our dog’s paws. We use sand instead – it’s also a lot cheaper than buying a bag of salt.
Salt. If you spill salt you have to throw some over your left shoulder. I spilled salt the other day but I didn’t do it. So far my life hasn’t been punishing me for that. I love my new place, and no salt-monsters have appeared to steal my soul while I’m asleep. I think. Maybe I don’t have a soul.
In a quiet moment, with only my shadow for company and my breath to move me, I remember her. As I remember a tear scalds its salty path down my cheek. It burns, and it always will, but that is a broken heart and my tears will never taste sweeter.
Please pass the – in ancient times (well, not so long ago) the also-rans sat ‘below the salt’ when eating with the high and mighty. It was a way of reinforcing social divisions. Wouldn’t have suited me; all those rules to be disobeyed.
Salt, if poured into wounds, hurts. Terribly.
I feel like this past weekend, with my car being messed up, fixed, $900, messing up again in the parking garage of the guy I like after he used me for his own pleasure, then it being stuck there, is like salt being poured into a deep gash in my heart.
Put salt on watermelon. That’s really the way to do it. It brings out the sweetness and juiciness. It also makes my wife wince; she can’t believe I do that to delicious watermelon. But then, she’s not from around here.
white and congealed, crusting on the underside of her arms and in her hair. her smile felt small and pinched. the sailors leaned over the boat and, hissing, calling, reached out to her, their eyes pooled in desperation.
oh, she knew she was beautiful. but right now she was irritated, uncomfortable with the salt, angry that she was stranded on this rock with only these thin, spindly human legs.
Close to the earth, a mineral straight from the heart. Ahhhh the essence of soul is embodied in this white grain. We met over a beer and know we recognise each other, we know what it is to be honest, live truth, give with heart, be untainted by pretension, say it how it is… we are salt of the earth.
The salt spray licked up and the roaring swell was not far behind. The boat heaved and rocked and those without solid purchase were sent sprawling across the deck. Sails were shredded by the wind and the mast looked fragile. Another evening in the bathtub with the terrible twins.
The fish we just caught would need just a bit of salt to eat. You got both of them in abundance from the sea. When I had been to the city last year I saw people using copious amounts of sauce and what not to flavor it; but it still tasted old.
The salt from the sea burned in her ears and eyes. She emerged from the surface of the water, but no one around her was strong enough to swim. She looked back at the sinking ship; the ship that was supposed to be unsinkable.
The brine of the sea
Could not compare to her tears
Each doused with the pains of growing older
Growing mediocre, growing irrelevant
Growing unprepared.
He could taste it in her mouth, that disgusting taste of death. It was coming up on him now. Finally, it’d been over due a long time. He always thought he’d live forever, that’d he’d end up to see the darkest ages of the world, and that scared him immensely. No one wants to see the end of days alone, and that was what he was, all alone in whatever the hell this place had become.
But now he could brief his sigh of relief, it had finally come. He wouldn’t have to see anyone else die, or get hurt, or live through another drought. He had fought the good fight, and defended all that was worth, and now he could finally lay down his arms to sleep.
That salty death like taste spread through his body and with nothing but the most humble of smiles, he was free.
I love salty foods. I don’t really know why. They make me thirsty but I love it. I just think of it as very flavorful rather than salty because there are a lot of bland foods out there. I can’t stand bland things unless they have a good texture. Salt is a very strong taste in my opinion.
Tears streamed the teenager’s like Niagraha Falls. She couldn’t help it. She felt as if her ribs were cracking as if a monster was rustling inside of her kicking them down one by one. She felt trapped. She felt alone. That’s because now she is truly alone. The girl looked over and saw them gawking and laughing as if this was some kind of joke. She tried gulping for air but nothing flowed in. So she did the only thing that she was able to do. She ran. The girl tripped out of her seat and scurried as fast as she could into one of the bathroom stalls. She bit her wrist and rocked back and forth on the bathroom stall floor. She didn’t care how dirty the floor was, she didn’t care about anything anymore. She had nothing left.
Salt, that ingredient that you cannot do without, if you want you guess to devour your food. It however has its drawback in that it can cause hypertension, and other heart related diseases as well.
He licked her neck, then trailed kisses to her lips.
“Mmm. Salty,” he whispered. He lifted his hands to frame her face before delving his tongue deeper, entwining it with hers. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his body.
Salt of the earth. Salt is a valuable substance in our life. It helps spice foods and it helps keep our bodies in balance. Without salt we would be in trouble. Of course, too much of a good thing can be a problem and in the case of too much salt, it can lead to congestive heart failure.
it begins: the water flows from the ocean into your eyes, your mouth—clearly it was someone who abducted you in your sleep & then subsequently tied you down in the sand to watch your eyes dry up filled with the salt water of a slow death. the question is why?
She tasted the salt of her tears as they slid down her cheek into her partially open mouth. She tried to make them stop, but they just kept coming. Wiping her eyes and sighing she looked out her window for a sign, a sign that the tears would eventually stop and everything would be ok. These tears were just a weakness, a weakness she knew she could and would eventually get rid of.
The salt of the dark sea was eminent in the air, as the Mary-Lou pulled into the harbor. Aboard it, a crew of at least twenty, their captain a well known trader of the tides.
Her father had been the captain of this ship before her, therefore after his untimely death it was by birthright bequeathed to her.
She is the “salt of the earth”, is she! Now, I rather doubt that! She is way too high maintenance, and too into the “Me” of life! When are you going to see that women who compliment you are looking for something from you!
The salty water got in my mouth. I spat it out, though it probably didn’t matter now, seeing as I had accidentally swallowed a lot after doing a cannonball of the dock. It was getting late.
It was difficult to sprinkle the salt upon your face. I might’ve been tempted to rub it against your cheeks until they burn red, skin peeled roughly.
……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….There aren’t enough grains of salt in the sea or words in the dictionary for how much
I
LOVE YOU<3….
The crackers were shedding salt all over her shirt and hands as she ate, and the ferret crawling over her body licked at it. She figured eating something so salty when it was hot and she was thirsty was un-advisable, but she was starving and it was the only thing she could dredge up out of the backseat to eat. “You think he’s trying to train me to be a patient woman?” she asked her ferret, Dancer, and returned to staring out the windshield. After five beats she abruptly threw the crackers aside, turned the ignition, put the car in drive, and floored it out of the empty parking lot.
We were sweet like Sugar
On the mouths of innocents.
We were fiery like Cayenne
On warm July afternoons,
Before we turned bitter like Salt
On washed-away shores of Greece;
And I miss our Tabasco love
And our Molasses words, thick and lovely-
But I don’t miss your Cinnamon lies,
My Honey Dear.
kathleen settled back to working in the moisture field again. she thought of kent with his salt and pepper hair lying dead while she laid hung over in jail. she shook her head.how could she let herself drink the stuff again?
Kathleen Settled back to working in the moisture field again. she thought of kent with his salt and pepper hair lying dead while she laid hung over in jail. she shook her head. yet she let herself drink the stuff again.
I asked you to pass the salt. You threw it at my face. I picked it up, poured it on my face. You dabbed my cheek with your ring-finger.
I am always looking for it
I will always think of my mom when she is gone
She loves salt too
Its a joke – she keeps it by her plate
I threw the salt over my shoulder as a symbol of good luck. Then, I embarked on my journey across Europe. I’ve wanted to backpack through Europe since I was kid, and my dream was finally coming true.
The salt from the ocean felt good against her skin as she let the waves roll over her.
“My Grandma says it has healing powers,” she yelled to her friends.
Salt in my wounds, salty air of the sea. Sea salt see salt see spot run. Salted foods and salted wounds. Burning bleeding salty swoon. Sailor, sailor salt my wounds! Just dont spill it.
A sharp taste on your tongue. Something that most people want to watch there intake of. Used to much. Can be beautiful, when in nature.
Salt is delicious. Like, really delicious. It’s on chips, and in all sorts of foods, and it makes things taste SO GREAT! We also put it on the roads in the winter, to melt the ice, but we don’t do it on my driveway because it hurts our dog’s paws. We use sand instead – it’s also a lot cheaper than buying a bag of salt.
Salt. If you spill salt you have to throw some over your left shoulder. I spilled salt the other day but I didn’t do it. So far my life hasn’t been punishing me for that. I love my new place, and no salt-monsters have appeared to steal my soul while I’m asleep. I think. Maybe I don’t have a soul.
In form so pure as natures own, they will use you as a weapon anyways.
In a quiet moment, with only my shadow for company and my breath to move me, I remember her. As I remember a tear scalds its salty path down my cheek. It burns, and it always will, but that is a broken heart and my tears will never taste sweeter.
Please pass the – in ancient times (well, not so long ago) the also-rans sat ‘below the salt’ when eating with the high and mighty. It was a way of reinforcing social divisions. Wouldn’t have suited me; all those rules to be disobeyed.
Salt, if poured into wounds, hurts. Terribly.
I feel like this past weekend, with my car being messed up, fixed, $900, messing up again in the parking garage of the guy I like after he used me for his own pleasure, then it being stuck there, is like salt being poured into a deep gash in my heart.
Put salt on watermelon. That’s really the way to do it. It brings out the sweetness and juiciness. It also makes my wife wince; she can’t believe I do that to delicious watermelon. But then, she’s not from around here.
“You are the salt of the earth.” The believers who go out and preach their joy, their fullness, and conviction.
salt in my wounds
makes me think of you
white powder pouring
mixing with blood
it hurts but you do it
and i suffer through it.
white and congealed, crusting on the underside of her arms and in her hair. her smile felt small and pinched. the sailors leaned over the boat and, hissing, calling, reached out to her, their eyes pooled in desperation.
oh, she knew she was beautiful. but right now she was irritated, uncomfortable with the salt, angry that she was stranded on this rock with only these thin, spindly human legs.
Close to the earth, a mineral straight from the heart. Ahhhh the essence of soul is embodied in this white grain. We met over a beer and know we recognise each other, we know what it is to be honest, live truth, give with heart, be untainted by pretension, say it how it is… we are salt of the earth.
The salt spray licked up and the roaring swell was not far behind. The boat heaved and rocked and those without solid purchase were sent sprawling across the deck. Sails were shredded by the wind and the mast looked fragile. Another evening in the bathtub with the terrible twins.
The fish we just caught would need just a bit of salt to eat. You got both of them in abundance from the sea. When I had been to the city last year I saw people using copious amounts of sauce and what not to flavor it; but it still tasted old.
The salt from the sea burned in her ears and eyes. She emerged from the surface of the water, but no one around her was strong enough to swim. She looked back at the sinking ship; the ship that was supposed to be unsinkable.
The brine of the sea
Could not compare to her tears
Each doused with the pains of growing older
Growing mediocre, growing irrelevant
Growing unprepared.
Tears welled up in Alice’s eyes,followed by it rolling down her cheek.The next moment,she tasted salty tears.
He could taste it in her mouth, that disgusting taste of death. It was coming up on him now. Finally, it’d been over due a long time. He always thought he’d live forever, that’d he’d end up to see the darkest ages of the world, and that scared him immensely. No one wants to see the end of days alone, and that was what he was, all alone in whatever the hell this place had become.
But now he could brief his sigh of relief, it had finally come. He wouldn’t have to see anyone else die, or get hurt, or live through another drought. He had fought the good fight, and defended all that was worth, and now he could finally lay down his arms to sleep.
That salty death like taste spread through his body and with nothing but the most humble of smiles, he was free.
I love salty foods. I don’t really know why. They make me thirsty but I love it. I just think of it as very flavorful rather than salty because there are a lot of bland foods out there. I can’t stand bland things unless they have a good texture. Salt is a very strong taste in my opinion.
Salty tears streamed down the girls face like Niagraha Falls. She was truly alone now. She lost everything. So much for friends forever, right?
Tears streamed the teenager’s like Niagraha Falls. She couldn’t help it. She felt as if her ribs were cracking as if a monster was rustling inside of her kicking them down one by one. She felt trapped. She felt alone. That’s because now she is truly alone. The girl looked over and saw them gawking and laughing as if this was some kind of joke. She tried gulping for air but nothing flowed in. So she did the only thing that she was able to do. She ran. The girl tripped out of her seat and scurried as fast as she could into one of the bathroom stalls. She bit her wrist and rocked back and forth on the bathroom stall floor. She didn’t care how dirty the floor was, she didn’t care about anything anymore. She had nothing left.
Salt, that ingredient that you cannot do without, if you want you guess to devour your food. It however has its drawback in that it can cause hypertension, and other heart related diseases as well.
He licked her neck, then trailed kisses to her lips.
“Mmm. Salty,” he whispered. He lifted his hands to frame her face before delving his tongue deeper, entwining it with hers. She clung to him, her arms wrapped around his body.
Salt of the earth. Salt is a valuable substance in our life. It helps spice foods and it helps keep our bodies in balance. Without salt we would be in trouble. Of course, too much of a good thing can be a problem and in the case of too much salt, it can lead to congestive heart failure.
it begins: the water flows from the ocean into your eyes, your mouth—clearly it was someone who abducted you in your sleep & then subsequently tied you down in the sand to watch your eyes dry up filled with the salt water of a slow death. the question is why?
She tasted the salt of her tears as they slid down her cheek into her partially open mouth. She tried to make them stop, but they just kept coming. Wiping her eyes and sighing she looked out her window for a sign, a sign that the tears would eventually stop and everything would be ok. These tears were just a weakness, a weakness she knew she could and would eventually get rid of.
The salt of the dark sea was eminent in the air, as the Mary-Lou pulled into the harbor. Aboard it, a crew of at least twenty, their captain a well known trader of the tides.
Her father had been the captain of this ship before her, therefore after his untimely death it was by birthright bequeathed to her.
She is the “salt of the earth”, is she! Now, I rather doubt that! She is way too high maintenance, and too into the “Me” of life! When are you going to see that women who compliment you are looking for something from you!