It’s a severe crisis that I’m facing right now. My heart feels like it’s being torn apart from the inside. I adore a certain someone, and yet I don’t have the stones to do something about it. Yay me!
severe pain on her chest was causing her to cry loudly for what she had lost. She was devastated and she could not regain her strength. everything scattered all over the place trying to keep up with her everyday life.
the pain was in her arms. it was in her legs. it wasn’t so much something she could deal with anymore. her body wasn’t fighting the way it should have. it wasn’t as strong as it could have been. And yet the angst kept her moving. it kept her heart. It gave her the right moves to get there.
i loved the winter in Chicago, a searing, cauterizing cold that froze the moisture inside your nostrils and turned a damp ponytail to a Popsicle , I loved the five layers of clothes sported to go outside and the long nights and the world being deep cleaned and made new, thirty below with the wind chill and Albert getting up during the night to keep turning the car engine over so she goes in the morning and he can get to work
A severe look on Mary’s face, she looked at him like she wanted to just go home. Tired. “All right,” she said “let’s try this one more time tonight.” putting the rope back in a knot around her neck.
The weather man stood on blue screen, clouds whirring around him, twisting and contorting, before the loop started again. ‘Severe weather warnings, all along the coast,’ he said, in a tone all too happy for the current situation. He stared just below the camera, no doubt at the Autocue, which was no doubt telling him to be bright, cheerful and overly optimistic. ‘Bunk down, bring pets inside, and have a great night!’ He winked ah the camera and waddled off.
snow white’s mother severe the woodsmans love severe nails teeth flase smiles severe teachers bosses expectations the world rain severe work life severe not able to change edges sharp edges
It wasn’t such a severe accident. After a simple fall off a ladder she just laid there hooked up to so many wires. I couldn’t believe it until I went to the hospital and saw it myself. She was such a strong woman, but she laid there at that moment and she looked so weak. All because of an unseen illness.
Severity is the boon of my existence. I’m severe about everything – from ensuring that nobody, including me doesn’t repeat the same mistakes, to ensuring that things are dealt with without beating around the bush – I like to think that severity ensures perfection. At least, it ensures that I can get as close to it as possible.
hard, worse. hope it doesnt happen to me. Its something that brings responsibility, and can possibly change your life forever, it might bring embarassment into your life, and alter the lives of those around you. Try to avoid things becoming SEVERE. If you, can but sometimes you cant help it.
Harsh and extreme, the weather was crashing all around us as we stood wearing only our summer gear. My anxiety was growing as the sun fell deeply into the trees.
that winded drive home on a soggy midnight morning.
covered roads, all that smoke
and, in the seat:
soft, wanton figure grown cold by each
and
every
traversed, traveled mile
cut off now, severed, severe in contrast
to every sunlit tree, washed-up, once tan and living;
that figure, wanton god, upset for 50 more days of summer.
Alles im Leben ist schwierig
auf seine eigne Weise.
Manchmal müssen wir streng mit uns sein-
Manchmal müssen wir uns zwingen
und manchmal geht es wie von alleine
the lighting in the room stung me. Everything about the room stung me. Knowing why I was there stung me most of all. But what could I do? What could I say? Nothing, and even if there was something…I didn’t care anymore, I was too tired.
The severe gash across her forehead indicated a traumatic blow from a thin, but sturdy blunt object. The bloody puddle from which they pulled her cold, lifeless body held tight to their suspicions. But, the most disturbing of all, the bulge from her stomach, indicating that it was not only her life that was taken this night.
severe, something that is really serious, not just kidding. severe rash, ouch. severe tears, sad AND rhyming. severely queer, rainbows everywhere! severeseveresevere. it has a nice ring to it. it almost makes “reverse” but not quite
The lighting was severe upon the headmistress’s face. She was already harsh looking, and this angled her like a raven, it was foreboding. Tommy felt the dignity and courage he had walking up shrivel up inside of him and fall with a clatter to the bottom of his stomach.
“You face has grown severe,” the mother said. “And your fingernails are chipping.” The daughter put her hands in her pockets. “I’ve always hated you,” she said.
Her face ached and her belly ached, and as she struck the match, it started to rain. The rain was light though, and the cedars caught fire, and there was a little mist above the flames.
Our love was more than I can endure. I want to be close to you. You poison me with your looks. I long to be me, without you. I hope you can understand. I don’t know what you want.
It was severe all of it. The unexplainable. The explainable. The stuff that made so much sense it hurt. It hurt to feel, to touch, to think about. God, it was all just too much. Just standing there staring at what you thought you knew so much about. But you knew nothing. And it’s such a bitch to be so incredibly vague. But that’s what this is all about. The vagueness and severity of secrecy and pain. Pain what is pain. People seem to have such a relationship with pain. But what is it really? Merely a severity of typical emotion. Pain is my best friend. And happiness is my peril. Not only is it a made up notion but happiness in its truest form is ugly. Its uglier than death staring you in the face. Happiness has gotten me nowhere. But pain has brought me life itself, and all of its wonders.
when i think of severe i think of bad weather or bad cuts. its to an extreme and very important to keep an out for. or it could mean to cut. like severe a head but i think that’s spelled differently
Restriction, punishment. Deficiency and loss. Negativity at its greatest trajectory. Magnification of entropy. Expansion of subtraction. Negative contradiction.
Severely aching right now. Severely missing him. I wasn’t even severely attached, I thought at first. Too bad. So severely awkward. So severely painful. So severely alone. So severely detached.
I can hardly breathe. You cut me off, and I sit here trying to pretend the wound isn’t so severe. But that’s just a lie, of course. It always is with you.
It was a severe storm that kept me away from the English class that day. My mother and I and my sister all had gone into the basement to wait for the storm to pass.
The mutt’s leg is caught in a trap, twisted, bloody. He snarls and snaps. The hunter doesn’t know how to help, especially with his kid off aways behind a tree. He sighs. Contemplates. A blow to knock him out? Too risky, getting close to those teeth. A shot to put him out of his misery? Too severe, and he doesn’t want his son to look at him the way he did when he flushed that goldfish. Finally, he rashly jabs his foot down on the hinge of the trap; it springs, releasing the mangled leg. Before he can react, the dog is off, painting a bloody trail behind it.
Ms. Eisenbach, the elementary school’s elderly vice principal, gave a severe glare at Max. He looked back attentively. He knew full well that when the lights were out in the lunch room, there was to be no talking. He knew that if he said one word, he would have to stand next to the garbage cans and miss recess. He knew that one more demerit and it would go on his permanent record.
Nevertheless, without his brain’s full consent, his body jumped up onto the lunch table and his voice rang out of the silence, “FREEEDOOOMMMMMM!!!!”
She could not describe how severe the time had seemed, but continued to live as if nothing had happened. days week months and years passed but still it seemed like each second burned a mark in her heart. she wanted to let go of the needles and burns that pierced her heart but could not seem to say goodbye to the pain. Maybe it was her fear that once it was gone she would no longer have the memories so she just continued to cry through the wreckage.
It’s when someone is very strict on you, and you have to do whatever this person says. I don’t think this is the best way of educate someone, but some people are used to do like that.
life is sever, the changes in it can be severe, the consequences are severe, but not all things must be severe in a bad way. Things can fit the description in a good way and that is what people should look for. They should take the meaning of a word, look at how its defined, and flip it upside down to make it into something we understand as “good” or in a good way
Really serious. This is a serious issue. A severe matter that can only be summed up as severe. The patients condition is severe. Sever can mean sever. Severed ties.
some, not only one, not feeling alone, couple, more than one, beach, sand
Didn’t think Id’d hear you slam into the wall, Sounded so severe I thought you weren’t that tall
words are a heavy thing. They weigh you down. If birds talked, they couldn’t fly. let go.
storms severe lashed around the new faces scares abound is not enough for you and me there might be more for us to see is good
It’s a severe crisis that I’m facing right now. My heart feels like it’s being torn apart from the inside. I adore a certain someone, and yet I don’t have the stones to do something about it. Yay me!
severe pain on her chest was causing her to cry loudly for what she had lost. She was devastated and she could not regain her strength. everything scattered all over the place trying to keep up with her everyday life.
the pain was in her arms. it was in her legs. it wasn’t so much something she could deal with anymore. her body wasn’t fighting the way it should have. it wasn’t as strong as it could have been. And yet the angst kept her moving. it kept her heart. It gave her the right moves to get there.
i loved the winter in Chicago, a searing, cauterizing cold that froze the moisture inside your nostrils and turned a damp ponytail to a Popsicle , I loved the five layers of clothes sported to go outside and the long nights and the world being deep cleaned and made new, thirty below with the wind chill and Albert getting up during the night to keep turning the car engine over so she goes in the morning and he can get to work
A severe look on Mary’s face, she looked at him like she wanted to just go home. Tired. “All right,” she said “let’s try this one more time tonight.” putting the rope back in a knot around her neck.
The weather man stood on blue screen, clouds whirring around him, twisting and contorting, before the loop started again. ‘Severe weather warnings, all along the coast,’ he said, in a tone all too happy for the current situation. He stared just below the camera, no doubt at the Autocue, which was no doubt telling him to be bright, cheerful and overly optimistic. ‘Bunk down, bring pets inside, and have a great night!’ He winked ah the camera and waddled off.
snow white’s mother severe the woodsmans love severe nails teeth flase smiles severe teachers bosses expectations the world rain severe work life severe not able to change edges sharp edges
It wasn’t such a severe accident. After a simple fall off a ladder she just laid there hooked up to so many wires. I couldn’t believe it until I went to the hospital and saw it myself. She was such a strong woman, but she laid there at that moment and she looked so weak. All because of an unseen illness.
Severity is the boon of my existence. I’m severe about everything – from ensuring that nobody, including me doesn’t repeat the same mistakes, to ensuring that things are dealt with without beating around the bush – I like to think that severity ensures perfection. At least, it ensures that I can get as close to it as possible.
hard, worse. hope it doesnt happen to me. Its something that brings responsibility, and can possibly change your life forever, it might bring embarassment into your life, and alter the lives of those around you. Try to avoid things becoming SEVERE. If you, can but sometimes you cant help it.
Harsh. Uncompromising and without a hint of softness. No color, only hues of grey. There is a storm brewing in this teacup.
Harsh and extreme, the weather was crashing all around us as we stood wearing only our summer gear. My anxiety was growing as the sun fell deeply into the trees.
that winded drive home on a soggy midnight morning.
covered roads, all that smoke
and, in the seat:
soft, wanton figure grown cold by each
and
every
traversed, traveled mile
cut off now, severed, severe in contrast
to every sunlit tree, washed-up, once tan and living;
that figure, wanton god, upset for 50 more days of summer.
Alles im Leben ist schwierig
auf seine eigne Weise.
Manchmal müssen wir streng mit uns sein-
Manchmal müssen wir uns zwingen
und manchmal geht es wie von alleine
the lighting in the room stung me. Everything about the room stung me. Knowing why I was there stung me most of all. But what could I do? What could I say? Nothing, and even if there was something…I didn’t care anymore, I was too tired.
The severe gash across her forehead indicated a traumatic blow from a thin, but sturdy blunt object. The bloody puddle from which they pulled her cold, lifeless body held tight to their suspicions. But, the most disturbing of all, the bulge from her stomach, indicating that it was not only her life that was taken this night.
severe, something that is really serious, not just kidding. severe rash, ouch. severe tears, sad AND rhyming. severely queer, rainbows everywhere! severeseveresevere. it has a nice ring to it. it almost makes “reverse” but not quite
The lighting was severe upon the headmistress’s face. She was already harsh looking, and this angled her like a raven, it was foreboding. Tommy felt the dignity and courage he had walking up shrivel up inside of him and fall with a clatter to the bottom of his stomach.
“You face has grown severe,” the mother said. “And your fingernails are chipping.” The daughter put her hands in her pockets. “I’ve always hated you,” she said.
Her face ached and her belly ached, and as she struck the match, it started to rain. The rain was light though, and the cedars caught fire, and there was a little mist above the flames.
Our love was more than I can endure. I want to be close to you. You poison me with your looks. I long to be me, without you. I hope you can understand. I don’t know what you want.
It was severe all of it. The unexplainable. The explainable. The stuff that made so much sense it hurt. It hurt to feel, to touch, to think about. God, it was all just too much. Just standing there staring at what you thought you knew so much about. But you knew nothing. And it’s such a bitch to be so incredibly vague. But that’s what this is all about. The vagueness and severity of secrecy and pain. Pain what is pain. People seem to have such a relationship with pain. But what is it really? Merely a severity of typical emotion. Pain is my best friend. And happiness is my peril. Not only is it a made up notion but happiness in its truest form is ugly. Its uglier than death staring you in the face. Happiness has gotten me nowhere. But pain has brought me life itself, and all of its wonders.
Sever cold
Brutal
Menacing
As I stand naked
against the bleak image
of the future.
This is my life.
Severe pain
as I realize
You aren’t in it.
when i think of severe i think of bad weather or bad cuts. its to an extreme and very important to keep an out for. or it could mean to cut. like severe a head but i think that’s spelled differently
The damages were severe. Everything was out of hand. Nothing worked properly; know one knew what to do.
lost hope can do in spite of trouble hope you make it i love you and always will keep trying never give up no losers just take a break
Restriction, punishment. Deficiency and loss. Negativity at its greatest trajectory. Magnification of entropy. Expansion of subtraction. Negative contradiction.
Severely aching right now. Severely missing him. I wasn’t even severely attached, I thought at first. Too bad. So severely awkward. So severely painful. So severely alone. So severely detached.
I can hardly breathe. You cut me off, and I sit here trying to pretend the wound isn’t so severe. But that’s just a lie, of course. It always is with you.
It was a severe storm that kept me away from the English class that day. My mother and I and my sister all had gone into the basement to wait for the storm to pass.
The mutt’s leg is caught in a trap, twisted, bloody. He snarls and snaps. The hunter doesn’t know how to help, especially with his kid off aways behind a tree. He sighs. Contemplates. A blow to knock him out? Too risky, getting close to those teeth. A shot to put him out of his misery? Too severe, and he doesn’t want his son to look at him the way he did when he flushed that goldfish. Finally, he rashly jabs his foot down on the hinge of the trap; it springs, releasing the mangled leg. Before he can react, the dog is off, painting a bloody trail behind it.
Ms. Eisenbach, the elementary school’s elderly vice principal, gave a severe glare at Max. He looked back attentively. He knew full well that when the lights were out in the lunch room, there was to be no talking. He knew that if he said one word, he would have to stand next to the garbage cans and miss recess. He knew that one more demerit and it would go on his permanent record.
Nevertheless, without his brain’s full consent, his body jumped up onto the lunch table and his voice rang out of the silence, “FREEEDOOOMMMMMM!!!!”
She could not describe how severe the time had seemed, but continued to live as if nothing had happened. days week months and years passed but still it seemed like each second burned a mark in her heart. she wanted to let go of the needles and burns that pierced her heart but could not seem to say goodbye to the pain. Maybe it was her fear that once it was gone she would no longer have the memories so she just continued to cry through the wreckage.
It’s when someone is very strict on you, and you have to do whatever this person says. I don’t think this is the best way of educate someone, but some people are used to do like that.
life is sever, the changes in it can be severe, the consequences are severe, but not all things must be severe in a bad way. Things can fit the description in a good way and that is what people should look for. They should take the meaning of a word, look at how its defined, and flip it upside down to make it into something we understand as “good” or in a good way
Really serious. This is a serious issue. A severe matter that can only be summed up as severe. The patients condition is severe. Sever can mean sever. Severed ties.