The slash was long and deep and terribly crimson, and it occurred to him that his hands would do little to keep his fragile, fleeting life inside. He cupped at the wound desperately, fumbling with the torn clothes and the stinging flesh and the awful flood of regret and blood.
The stink of stale urine, rising like a protest. Severe. Like the words you vomit sometimes, so poisonous your own entrails cannot hold them in… The lessons of love dry up like leaves under the cruel summer sun in my homeland.
The doctors knew that he didn’t have much of a chance. It had been a freak accident, after all. Nobody could have predicted that he wouldn’t have made the jump. It was something people did all the time–and though his parents blamed themselves for not watching him close enough, for letting him jump over to the next stand, not watching for the flames licking up beneath the ground–
Severe consequences. That is what I earn for not studying for this test. The anxiety makes my heart pound as I enter the gray cement room reminiscent of East Germany. Why must I be put through such torture? Oh, excuse the pun. I am a terrible person. I will probably have severe cons- oh no…
Your absence is as severe as the look of your eyes in love. It haunts and fills you. It burns a hole. There is no freedom from you. It’s hard to escape something that doesn’t exist. Shadows cannot be rubbed off with soap.
Severe thunderstorms are my least favorite thing in the world..it’s like you’re whole world can be gone with a tornado or a lightning strike and there is nothing you can do to change mother nature. Severe illness can take you’re life or the ones you love in a tick of a clock and you just stand there and wait for the end.
It’s a quick thud, and a moment’s notice to the ground as you protect yourself, shoes all over your body, hands roaming into your pockets. Words of panic from your sister as she watches as you feel your elbow, cradling your head, push back and forth with the rhythm of the feet propelling it forward as you reach to grab the ankle of the foot for a brief moment, your eyes connect. And you go back to cradling your head in time before the next foot lands, knowing you did all you could in that brief glance.
Injury and pain reminds me of the word severe. It also reminds me of the expression my dad has when he catches me talking on the phone too late at night. It also reminds me of Indian heat and cold. The tropical weather.
Severus. Severus, please.
that always comes to mind.
gdfcghjk.
this isn’t working.
Why am I so sad all the time? that’s severe.
Severe is pain. Longing. Hope.
Problems.
endings.
and beginnings.
Severe is how think of my siblings’ new step mom. She’s got very angular facial features, and she always looks angry. Her face would definitely be best described with the word ‘severe’.
Never before had I felt so hopeless as the bright flashing lights of the state trooper pulled me over for the final time. Fingers crossed I waited, hoping he didn’t look in the trunk.
severe sounds like an injury. nothing good is ever described as severe. noone ever says “wow thats severely improved”. its abrasive, destructive, a measure of ill. severe only describes a negative extreme.
This is a crazy word that is pretty scary -severe is something that could hurt or be amazing. Severe is something that could be devistating or overly hopeful. Sever is something that could be happy or sad. I am severely happy, I am severely upset.
ehm, ernstig? streng? wat betekent dit? ik weet het niet. wat voel ik hier bij? ik weet het niet. lastig, lastig. maarja, maakt ook niet uit. haha wat is dit apart.
Painfully more than it should be or just hard. Difficult. Or maybe not, maybe more..When I think of severe, I think ‘severe punishment’ and how when you put those words together, severe holds the definition that it’s more than it should have been, possibly. A bit harsher than it should be.
sever is a word with pain. it indicates the excess of things. I have a severe headache just think what to write about severe word. Severe looks like a nice word on screen but not in writing.
This morning when I woke up to get ready for school I had a severe headache that wouldn’t allow me to rise from the comfort of my bed. Im not sure if it was a severe headache or a migraine that was keeping me from going to class.
Severe pain is inevitable as it grasps your every nerve, paralyzing you. Severe wounds are the devil’s marks. Severe diseases are so wild and shocking, all you can do is cry into your tissue in hope. Is severe ever good?
how are you gonna give me the same word two days in a row?
the vitamin bottle smashes in the bathroom
she pulls at her ten page paper like it is taffy
the books we read
the woman with a dirty
raincoat in the bookstore
something tragic and sudden and unexpected occurs and your mind can not fathom what just happened or appeared to happen and you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks on you. it is simply unimaginable and so gross and terriflying that you don’t know what to do. the consequences will be enormous after such occurrence.
Chapped lips. Arms turning blue. The light reflecting off the snow was the worst, though. So damn bright his eyes stung and the deep hazel of them became something lighter and swamp-like.
“We’re– not going to get out. Are we? Alive. Are we?”
Tim wasn’t hearing any of it, though his own toes had fallen into some permanent sleep ten minutes ago.
The slash was long and deep and terribly crimson, and it occurred to him that his hands would do little to keep his fragile, fleeting life inside. He cupped at the wound desperately, fumbling with the torn clothes and the stinging flesh and the awful flood of regret and blood.
The stink of stale urine, rising like a protest. Severe. Like the words you vomit sometimes, so poisonous your own entrails cannot hold them in… The lessons of love dry up like leaves under the cruel summer sun in my homeland.
The burns were severe.
The doctors knew that he didn’t have much of a chance. It had been a freak accident, after all. Nobody could have predicted that he wouldn’t have made the jump. It was something people did all the time–and though his parents blamed themselves for not watching him close enough, for letting him jump over to the next stand, not watching for the flames licking up beneath the ground–
Well, there wasn’t much they could do now.
Severe consequences. That is what I earn for not studying for this test. The anxiety makes my heart pound as I enter the gray cement room reminiscent of East Germany. Why must I be put through such torture? Oh, excuse the pun. I am a terrible person. I will probably have severe cons- oh no…
Your absence is as severe as the look of your eyes in love. It haunts and fills you. It burns a hole. There is no freedom from you. It’s hard to escape something that doesn’t exist. Shadows cannot be rubbed off with soap.
Your absence is as severe as the look of your eyes in love. It haunts and fills you. It burns a hole. There is no freedom from you.
Severe thunderstorms are my least favorite thing in the world..it’s like you’re whole world can be gone with a tornado or a lightning strike and there is nothing you can do to change mother nature. Severe illness can take you’re life or the ones you love in a tick of a clock and you just stand there and wait for the end.
It’s a quick thud, and a moment’s notice to the ground as you protect yourself, shoes all over your body, hands roaming into your pockets. Words of panic from your sister as she watches as you feel your elbow, cradling your head, push back and forth with the rhythm of the feet propelling it forward as you reach to grab the ankle of the foot for a brief moment, your eyes connect. And you go back to cradling your head in time before the next foot lands, knowing you did all you could in that brief glance.
Severe, like “that’s so severe. Serious, extreme, awful, terrible. Really bad. Severe. Like the opposite of “SWEET!”
severe disorder cause by the unimaginable stress of work and personal life can be moderated by excersise and indulgances
I was very difficult to see past this. I mean it’s not like you can just fix a murder, but come on LIFE in prison?
severe criticism; severe laws. are very hard to under
Injury and pain reminds me of the word severe. It also reminds me of the expression my dad has when he catches me talking on the phone too late at night. It also reminds me of Indian heat and cold. The tropical weather.
Waking up in a heap of heart wrench. Why do dreams show me things I wish for but can never have? This pain is severe.
Severus. Severus, please.
that always comes to mind.
gdfcghjk.
this isn’t working.
Why am I so sad all the time? that’s severe.
Severe is pain. Longing. Hope.
Problems.
endings.
and beginnings.
Severe is how think of my siblings’ new step mom. She’s got very angular facial features, and she always looks angry. Her face would definitely be best described with the word ‘severe’.
severe. The damage was severe. I don’t know what else to say. Wait for time to run out. Waiting Waiting Waiting.
severe
Thunderstorms, tornadoes, lightning and house fires,
Being told to stand in the corner,
Suspensions
Never before had I felt so hopeless as the bright flashing lights of the state trooper pulled me over for the final time. Fingers crossed I waited, hoping he didn’t look in the trunk.
The unusually severe winter weather brings the sweet dream of sleep and not the bleak morning after and fate’s over due date.
pain
severe sounds like an injury. nothing good is ever described as severe. noone ever says “wow thats severely improved”. its abrasive, destructive, a measure of ill. severe only describes a negative extreme.
i love you severely. like nothing else
as painful, as whole,
as true.
This is a crazy word that is pretty scary -severe is something that could hurt or be amazing. Severe is something that could be devistating or overly hopeful. Sever is something that could be happy or sad. I am severely happy, I am severely upset.
ehm, ernstig? streng? wat betekent dit? ik weet het niet. wat voel ik hier bij? ik weet het niet. lastig, lastig. maarja, maakt ook niet uit. haha wat is dit apart.
Painfully more than it should be or just hard. Difficult. Or maybe not, maybe more..When I think of severe, I think ‘severe punishment’ and how when you put those words together, severe holds the definition that it’s more than it should have been, possibly. A bit harsher than it should be.
sever is a word with pain. it indicates the excess of things. I have a severe headache just think what to write about severe word. Severe looks like a nice word on screen but not in writing.
severe is like if you get cut and it is really bad then it is severe. or intense amount of damage.
This morning when I woke up to get ready for school I had a severe headache that wouldn’t allow me to rise from the comfort of my bed. Im not sure if it was a severe headache or a migraine that was keeping me from going to class.
thunderstorms that harm; destruction; trouble; headache, migraine, punishment
Severe pain is inevitable as it grasps your every nerve, paralyzing you. Severe wounds are the devil’s marks. Severe diseases are so wild and shocking, all you can do is cry into your tissue in hope. Is severe ever good?
how are you gonna give me the same word two days in a row?
the vitamin bottle smashes in the bathroom
she pulls at her ten page paper like it is taffy
the books we read
the woman with a dirty
raincoat in the bookstore
if you get hurt really bad that is severe i thank that is what severe means
Severe injuries are very bad they can be very painful you need to go see a doctor if you get one.
When I think of this word I think of someone getting in trouble and suffering.
severe is like severe punishment its harsh and painful or to an extent like 7 years in federal prison. Or the death penalty is severe
something tragic and sudden and unexpected occurs and your mind can not fathom what just happened or appeared to happen and you wonder if your eyes are playing tricks on you. it is simply unimaginable and so gross and terriflying that you don’t know what to do. the consequences will be enormous after such occurrence.
Chapped lips. Arms turning blue. The light reflecting off the snow was the worst, though. So damn bright his eyes stung and the deep hazel of them became something lighter and swamp-like.
“We’re– not going to get out. Are we? Alive. Are we?”
Tim wasn’t hearing any of it, though his own toes had fallen into some permanent sleep ten minutes ago.
i am in severe depth to my mom and dad cause of all of the things that they do for me and get for me:)