She was saved! The boat was coming closer – she could see faces now, as she bobbed up and down on her small round floater. She had drifted so long after leaving the buoys marking the beach, she had feared being caught up in one of the major ocean currents and never making it back to land.
You saved my laughter from being unheard
You saved my love from being unfelt
You saved my desires from being unfulfilled
You saved my future from loneliness
I ran from the chapel as quickly as I could. Those who were saved and going to a better life were hot on my heels with the cross of their god raised and ready to kill any who didn’t accept everything about the religion they made.
People talk often about how god has saved them or about how it is possible that the world can be ‘saved’ simply by believing in god and living a righteous life. i do not believe this, and I think that people whbelieve it are spoon fed this sort of nonsense, and have no ability to think fo rthemselves
the man was saved from the clenches of the waves. He was saved by a much smaller framed man but it didn’t matter to him. He was thankful for oxygen in his lungs again. He nearly cried in front of his children
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. But now that you mention it, it makes sense. The whole thing was planned in a manner so that in the end he could be saved regardless of his reprehensible atrocities.
saved by the bell was that swell or what did the beluga say when he dived down deep sea love for you is great how many days will it be till gone gone gone gone gone gone away sway
“Whew, saved by the bell,” Marcie said as she ran into the room and put her bag down on her desk. “What do you mean,” Marshall her TA replied as the rest of the students settled in for third period. “The bell just rang and you’re late.” “Yes, but the vice principal wanted ‘a word’ with me and you know what that always means. So, literally, I was saved by the bell.”
Dont think just write on saved, well if I don’t get it finished can I save it?
Save money, save the whales, save the trees, save money is my favourite then I can travel and save other things like the overseas stamps and save the overseas coins, save the ticket stubs, save the memories.
I looked up to see who had saved us.
Oh, god, my leg.
I was a pretty young girl with shockingly blue eyes against ghostly white skin, almost an apparition with a nearly spiritual beauty.
It hurt so much.
She smiled at me and said something I couldn’t comprehend.
Ugh, pain. Ugh. My leg.
“Huh?” I asked.
i never wanted to be saved. but then one day i was. it all started when i met my cousins friend at the store…it was love at first sight! i never knew he would be the one to save me
This word is that and that word is this… This word has so many ties to religion and philosophy it makes me sick inside… just a little… but if you think about it I guess it’s a good thought… if you think about it?
I wasn’t never was never will be saved… or forgotten… this is why it’s unfortunate and this is why i die… this is why i live… this is why she cries… we aren’t saved… goodbye
No nobody can save me. Unless I save myself. Its a dungeon I created myself anyway. There is no escape. But there is the exit. My savior would be me. No one else.
I saved my favorite pages to my favorites folder and then I never looked at them again. I forgot they were there. They impacted my life that much. And yet the few times I know they are there somewhere, it is too crowded to find them. So I type the address by hand.
I see this word and all I can think of is the Jesus crap they breast feed you in Sunday school. I don’t think I ever believed that Jesus was my savior. I’ve always believed in God to an extent, but I never thought Jesus was anything more than a lucky man and Mary was anything more than a crafty slut.
i drank him in like a warm glass of milk in the cold winter of life. he saved me and had no intentions of doing anything more than that… chivalry in its true, unselfish form at long last.
everything is saved. boxes and boxes of stuff, memories, all saved, till you can’t get to your front door because everything is saved. wrappers, photographs, movies, books, everything saved. sometimes the thought of being so attached to material items is troubling. but with a bad memory… things need to be saved.
I gathered up my savings, pushing aside the shards of ceramic pig that I had broken open in order to get to the treasure that lay inside: 1700 worth of coins. I bet they’d gnaw a hole right through my pocket if I wasn’t careful–I’d have to place them in that leather pouch my parents got me for Christmas. No turning back now.
I hate the word saved. Why not judt use the word stored or remembered? They mean the same thing. Saved is more like rescued. Pointless. I hate whoever came up with that. It’s stupid! We should just get rid of the word saved.
Saved in the grey box that sits in front of me. I try to escape this prison but the warden will never release his grip. Always there to save me when I begin to jump.
Once I was saved. I was saved from my lonliness, my sorrow, my hatred. I was saved from everything bad about me; I was saved from the past and the present. I was saved from my future endeavors that would no doubt bring me harm..
She was saved! The boat was coming closer – she could see faces now, as she bobbed up and down on her small round floater. She had drifted so long after leaving the buoys marking the beach, she had feared being caught up in one of the major ocean currents and never making it back to land.
I feel that nobody is saved until you go to the man that is calling the shots and he judges you, and gives a final answer.
You saved my laughter from being unheard
You saved my love from being unfelt
You saved my desires from being unfulfilled
You saved my future from loneliness
I ran from the chapel as quickly as I could. Those who were saved and going to a better life were hot on my heels with the cross of their god raised and ready to kill any who didn’t accept everything about the religion they made.
People talk often about how god has saved them or about how it is possible that the world can be ‘saved’ simply by believing in god and living a righteous life. i do not believe this, and I think that people whbelieve it are spoon fed this sort of nonsense, and have no ability to think fo rthemselves
the man was saved from the clenches of the waves. He was saved by a much smaller framed man but it didn’t matter to him. He was thankful for oxygen in his lungs again. He nearly cried in front of his children
Wow, I wasn’t expecting that. But now that you mention it, it makes sense. The whole thing was planned in a manner so that in the end he could be saved regardless of his reprehensible atrocities.
you saved me the moment you walked into my life. cause now if i kill myself i’ll have to leave you behind, and i can’t do that.
saved the day
saved by the bell
saved the last dance
saved me a dime
saved my life
saved sunshine
saved by the bell was that swell or what did the beluga say when he dived down deep sea love for you is great how many days will it be till gone gone gone gone gone gone away sway
A life…. A file on my computer… Too much stuff and now my house is cluttered.
Saved it for tomorow & didnt enjoy it today. Wasted moment..
“Whew, saved by the bell,” Marcie said as she ran into the room and put her bag down on her desk. “What do you mean,” Marshall her TA replied as the rest of the students settled in for third period. “The bell just rang and you’re late.” “Yes, but the vice principal wanted ‘a word’ with me and you know what that always means. So, literally, I was saved by the bell.”
I want him to see me, ask me, feel me. I will feel that it would have saved my life.
“He was saved except for his leg.”
“What happened to it?”
“A Nazi shot it off.”
“Seriously?”
“Not really, he fell off a tank and got run over.”
do you want to be saved? well let me tell you this:
no one can save you but yourself.
so just give up and help yourself already :)
Dont think just write on saved, well if I don’t get it finished can I save it?
Save money, save the whales, save the trees, save money is my favourite then I can travel and save other things like the overseas stamps and save the overseas coins, save the ticket stubs, save the memories.
I looked up to see who had saved us.
Oh, god, my leg.
I was a pretty young girl with shockingly blue eyes against ghostly white skin, almost an apparition with a nearly spiritual beauty.
It hurt so much.
She smiled at me and said something I couldn’t comprehend.
Ugh, pain. Ugh. My leg.
“Huh?” I asked.
i never wanted to be saved. but then one day i was. it all started when i met my cousins friend at the store…it was love at first sight! i never knew he would be the one to save me
This word is that and that word is this… This word has so many ties to religion and philosophy it makes me sick inside… just a little… but if you think about it I guess it’s a good thought… if you think about it?
I wasn’t never was never will be saved… or forgotten… this is why it’s unfortunate and this is why i die… this is why i live… this is why she cries… we aren’t saved… goodbye
Saved by the person you least expect.
You always are, it seems.
Thank you. For each and every time.
saved is when I touched that post even before you peeked.
No nobody can save me. Unless I save myself. Its a dungeon I created myself anyway. There is no escape. But there is the exit. My savior would be me. No one else.
I saved my favorite pages to my favorites folder and then I never looked at them again. I forgot they were there. They impacted my life that much. And yet the few times I know they are there somewhere, it is too crowded to find them. So I type the address by hand.
I see this word and all I can think of is the Jesus crap they breast feed you in Sunday school. I don’t think I ever believed that Jesus was my savior. I’ve always believed in God to an extent, but I never thought Jesus was anything more than a lucky man and Mary was anything more than a crafty slut.
i drank him in like a warm glass of milk in the cold winter of life. he saved me and had no intentions of doing anything more than that… chivalry in its true, unselfish form at long last.
“Jesus saved me.”
“From a pack of ravenous wolves?”
“No, from the evils of the world.”
“It’d be a lot cooler if he saved you from wolves.”””:”;lkja
the wind saved in a seashell
everything is saved. boxes and boxes of stuff, memories, all saved, till you can’t get to your front door because everything is saved. wrappers, photographs, movies, books, everything saved. sometimes the thought of being so attached to material items is troubling. but with a bad memory… things need to be saved.
I gathered up my savings, pushing aside the shards of ceramic pig that I had broken open in order to get to the treasure that lay inside: 1700 worth of coins. I bet they’d gnaw a hole right through my pocket if I wasn’t careful–I’d have to place them in that leather pouch my parents got me for Christmas. No turning back now.
I want to be saved. By myself. I don’t want to get hurt by anyone but me. Save me and I’m yours, forever.
I hate the word saved. Why not judt use the word stored or remembered? They mean the same thing. Saved is more like rescued. Pointless. I hate whoever came up with that. It’s stupid! We should just get rid of the word saved.
Saved in the grey box that sits in front of me. I try to escape this prison but the warden will never release his grip. Always there to save me when I begin to jump.
saved by the powa of the lorda!
id join the army but what if i get lag out there, im dead man!
from a fire, one extinguished by laughter. One caused by desolation, but escaped from by fear of mediocrity.
Once I was saved. I was saved from my lonliness, my sorrow, my hatred. I was saved from everything bad about me; I was saved from the past and the present. I was saved from my future endeavors that would no doubt bring me harm..
saved from, saved for, save-a-lot? like the store?
i wish i could say that i’ve been saved. but what will i have been saved from? it’s better to live. i will pop your bubble bubbleboy.
Four long months. Four months of early mornings, long cold paper runs, and pittance in the hands afterwards. But it was so worth it.