My life is a shade of purple. Random i know. I was going to write grey but then i thought that was a bit pessimistic so i thought purple was neither here nor there. A kind of inbetween colour. Of course, oneword.com could actually mean a lamp “shade” , in which case ive rambled on pointlessly for the past minute.
its a breeze that coughs up memeories
and breaks the hold i’ve secured around these words
caught in this shade is a violent desire to hold you again and i’ll i’ve got is a CD and some cigaretts and baby
why did you leave?
What is hiding in the shade? Is it something scary or dangerous? Maybe it’s friendly but is afraid of being rejected?
We should embrace the things we don’t understand so that they are no longer scary.
like a tree
in the spring
blooming with life
and all the colors of imagination
drape over you like a shroud
shade is relief
from the onslaught of the everyday
here you can rest
replenish
and step back into the sunlight
ready
cool lemonades sprinkle through your hair and you wonder why it’ll inevitably end, through pain and sadness because there will be none other than gloom that takes you away, but for now, you’re drinking iced tea in the hot melting sun that’s poured all over your skin and it’s fine,
though not for
long.
umbrellas are for shade. once i sat under an old sailboat in the shade and found a heroine needle. everyone freaked out and i had to go upstairs and get my hand washed off with bleach. i didn’t understand why this needle was so dangerous when i was allowed to get needles in my arm
Shade is such a relief while being in the hot sun or sunburned. The shade also helps my eyes because the sun can be too bright. There is another way to look at shade, and that is, a shady character.
In the shade of a new years party, eleven little children came to visit their doggies. There was an old man waiting at the gate with a hammer, but he did not like to cheat. Fine gentlemen came walking by, walking by, walking by. A serial killer did not note the presence of jailbirds, and so moved on to Vancouver. Sixteen men stopped singing.
every shade of blue i see i remember the last days i spent with you. you make me a new man and prepares me to a new world. i don`t feel any regrets about that time, but i can’t feel anything good about you.
I sat beneath the crab apple tree in my grandma’s yard. It had been a tempestuous day, having just learned that my parents were to get a divorce. It wasn’t a real surprise, after all–just something that had been building up pressure. I felt truly thankful for the thick leaves on the tree.
deep shade midnight driving through the moonlight the shade on the back side of the earth mixed with the reflected light off the moon. Turn the headlights off. The world is silver blue.
Night. I couldn’t see. The shade was blocking my view. What did it say? The note in my hand was void if I couldn’t decipher it. What does it say? Anticipation made my forehead drip, and my heart take a faster pace.
As I sat under the tree, I thought of how the shade made the temperature seem to drop 20 degrees. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and glanced at the beach across the street. I wanted to dip my toes in, but after last week, I was very hesitant to even go near the water. What was I so afraid of? How could it have come to this? The shade felt comforting and safe and I wanted to stay here forever.
What a shadowy place. Someone peers out of the corner with his beady blue eyes. You wave at them wondering what in the world they could want. And just like that when you acknowledged him, he vanished.
coolness, sometimes we have to escape the sun and seek shade. it helps more then it doesnt help. it cuases things to be less seen which can be a good or bad thing. darkness is appreciated. where would you want to sit?
I want to lay in the shade with you. I want you to kiss me, as the sun beams down on our face just like in the movies. But I have a feeling It wont happen. As much as I pray that it does I just don’t think it will. But i swear baby I’m going to keep trying. I wanna just make you happy.
it’s dark and shadowy and comforting especially in a hot summer day. It reminds me of my dog who used to lounge in it all summer and the good time that were had as I and my brother ate popsicles or drank cola. It reminds me of the forested valley on mount royal which I explored one day hallucinating with someone I had partnered with but now we’ve parted ways. And it reminds me of similar valleys at the cottage.
i stand in the sun
you stand in the shade, covered by an arbor of leafy boughs.
the sun beats down on top of my head radiating heat.
i warm up
you cool down.
i move back into the shade.
you move back into the sun.
Shade
come help me
i’m dying
my skin
is slipping away
i can see the darkness
so close
so close
will i have the courage
to call it
before i die?
can i ask?
will i?
come save me
from the unforgiving rays
of the sun
Shade caresses me like cool water on my skin as I slowly turn red and melt in the sun like butter that was neglected on top of the microwave where nobody can see it because it’s behind postits which sadly don’t block the rays that will skew the molecules into a sloppy mess and nobody will save the butter that nobody can see.
The sun cast a bright, penetrating ray towards the slender lone tree. The tree had been there for 80 years. Planted by a boy who grew to be a man, its sole purpose was to provide shade for the ant farm beneath it. The Ant farm had been there as long the tree, longer in fact. The boy had had a thing for colonies ruled by a queen. And also, for being a drone.
with every colour you see there is another hiding behind it. with every image there is more and less to it then meets the eye. we all have different shades of ourselves and different ideas of ourselves. and we all have the abaility to bring out those shades at any given moment.
there are many didfferent shades in the world, telling us as humans what we do not want to allow ourselves to see, and what are too painfull for us to keep in our minds. Many shades tell us about the evil, the darkness within ourselves and wihin the world around us.
when i was younger, i used to prefer a tree… of the type that you would sit under. Now I live my life in the sun, and i feel better for it. i feel unashamed and free.
The weeping willow gave the man the shade he desired for the moment. He went through the process of setting his cane down and trying to comfortably seat himself. His bones creaked and his body ached as he sat on to the lush, green ground. He put his hat over his face and sighed. The willow swayed in the wind and slowly he drifted off to sleep.
is darker then green, is a little more than light, helps me to stay aways from the dark is a shadow, is curious, is not a colour, is something not taken too seriously, comes second to the sun, gives releif to the heat, is not a name but could be is sunglasses at their best
souls have shades some are dark and some are light you can tell the difference by how the person acts around different people sometimes people have darkness and light at the same time depression is a dark shade of red but happy is a bright shade of blue or green calm is a medium shade of purple its soothing but still has richness
shade is cool and crisp in the winter windy weather full of leaves still hot in the summer but less than in straight sunlight nothing is going to change sunglasses are still needed even if it’s shady outside i can’t think when it’s too hot or too cold
My life is a shade of purple. Random i know. I was going to write grey but then i thought that was a bit pessimistic so i thought purple was neither here nor there. A kind of inbetween colour. Of course, oneword.com could actually mean a lamp “shade” , in which case ive rambled on pointlessly for the past minute.
its a breeze that coughs up memeories
and breaks the hold i’ve secured around these words
caught in this shade is a violent desire to hold you again and i’ll i’ve got is a CD and some cigaretts and baby
why did you leave?
Window shade
Left undone
For a purpose.
I peek outside
And see her-
The woman you love.
She saunters up the driveway
Toward the house we bought together
To steel your heart.
autmn sad colors buhuhuhuh yellow green mad buhuhuh grrrrrr ioioioioinbn
What is hiding in the shade? Is it something scary or dangerous? Maybe it’s friendly but is afraid of being rejected?
We should embrace the things we don’t understand so that they are no longer scary.
My favorite thing is to lay down under a big shade tree on a hot day. Just you, the tree and some breeze…
like a tree
in the spring
blooming with life
and all the colors of imagination
drape over you like a shroud
shade is relief
from the onslaught of the everyday
here you can rest
replenish
and step back into the sunlight
ready
cool lemonades sprinkle through your hair and you wonder why it’ll inevitably end, through pain and sadness because there will be none other than gloom that takes you away, but for now, you’re drinking iced tea in the hot melting sun that’s poured all over your skin and it’s fine,
though not for
long.
umbrellas are for shade. once i sat under an old sailboat in the shade and found a heroine needle. everyone freaked out and i had to go upstairs and get my hand washed off with bleach. i didn’t understand why this needle was so dangerous when i was allowed to get needles in my arm
Did you see them crying over there in the shade? The kids spent the day in the sun having a good time, too much fun.
is where there is no light. but there is no shade in total dark, so shade is where/…. this is hard. thats what she said. where was i? uhh.
Shade is such a relief while being in the hot sun or sunburned. The shade also helps my eyes because the sun can be too bright. There is another way to look at shade, and that is, a shady character.
In the shade of a new years party, eleven little children came to visit their doggies. There was an old man waiting at the gate with a hammer, but he did not like to cheat. Fine gentlemen came walking by, walking by, walking by. A serial killer did not note the presence of jailbirds, and so moved on to Vancouver. Sixteen men stopped singing.
every shade of blue i see i remember the last days i spent with you. you make me a new man and prepares me to a new world. i don`t feel any regrets about that time, but i can’t feel anything good about you.
I sat beneath the crab apple tree in my grandma’s yard. It had been a tempestuous day, having just learned that my parents were to get a divorce. It wasn’t a real surprise, after all–just something that had been building up pressure. I felt truly thankful for the thick leaves on the tree.
round and a bit gay you see and its orange, like my dick
deep shade midnight driving through the moonlight the shade on the back side of the earth mixed with the reflected light off the moon. Turn the headlights off. The world is silver blue.
darkness creeps onto the edge of heat making it a evil messiah. savior and bringer of fear. hypocrite personified.
The dappled shade from the old oak trees falls around my feet. It’s cool and fresh after the hot, sear sun of Texas.
A little girl named Casandra was sittind under the shade from a tree. she plucked an apple from its green leaves.
Night. I couldn’t see. The shade was blocking my view. What did it say? The note in my hand was void if I couldn’t decipher it. What does it say? Anticipation made my forehead drip, and my heart take a faster pace.
As I sat under the tree, I thought of how the shade made the temperature seem to drop 20 degrees. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and glanced at the beach across the street. I wanted to dip my toes in, but after last week, I was very hesitant to even go near the water. What was I so afraid of? How could it have come to this? The shade felt comforting and safe and I wanted to stay here forever.
What a shadowy place. Someone peers out of the corner with his beady blue eyes. You wave at them wondering what in the world they could want. And just like that when you acknowledged him, he vanished.
coolness, sometimes we have to escape the sun and seek shade. it helps more then it doesnt help. it cuases things to be less seen which can be a good or bad thing. darkness is appreciated. where would you want to sit?
I want to lay in the shade with you. I want you to kiss me, as the sun beams down on our face just like in the movies. But I have a feeling It wont happen. As much as I pray that it does I just don’t think it will. But i swear baby I’m going to keep trying. I wanna just make you happy.
it’s dark and shadowy and comforting especially in a hot summer day. It reminds me of my dog who used to lounge in it all summer and the good time that were had as I and my brother ate popsicles or drank cola. It reminds me of the forested valley on mount royal which I explored one day hallucinating with someone I had partnered with but now we’ve parted ways. And it reminds me of similar valleys at the cottage.
i stand in the sun
you stand in the shade, covered by an arbor of leafy boughs.
the sun beats down on top of my head radiating heat.
i warm up
you cool down.
i move back into the shade.
you move back into the sun.
Shade
come help me
i’m dying
my skin
is slipping away
i can see the darkness
so close
so close
will i have the courage
to call it
before i die?
can i ask?
will i?
come save me
from the unforgiving rays
of the sun
Shade caresses me like cool water on my skin as I slowly turn red and melt in the sun like butter that was neglected on top of the microwave where nobody can see it because it’s behind postits which sadly don’t block the rays that will skew the molecules into a sloppy mess and nobody will save the butter that nobody can see.
The sun cast a bright, penetrating ray towards the slender lone tree. The tree had been there for 80 years. Planted by a boy who grew to be a man, its sole purpose was to provide shade for the ant farm beneath it. The Ant farm had been there as long the tree, longer in fact. The boy had had a thing for colonies ruled by a queen. And also, for being a drone.
at last
in the heat of summer
(after the rain watered the trees
and their foliage bloomed)
we find respite
in the shade.
the sun was hot but there was no shade any in the area.
with every colour you see there is another hiding behind it. with every image there is more and less to it then meets the eye. we all have different shades of ourselves and different ideas of ourselves. and we all have the abaility to bring out those shades at any given moment.
there are many didfferent shades in the world, telling us as humans what we do not want to allow ourselves to see, and what are too painfull for us to keep in our minds. Many shades tell us about the evil, the darkness within ourselves and wihin the world around us.
when i was younger, i used to prefer a tree… of the type that you would sit under. Now I live my life in the sun, and i feel better for it. i feel unashamed and free.
I like the shade. Its nice and cool and lovely to sleep in. Best in the summer!
The weeping willow gave the man the shade he desired for the moment. He went through the process of setting his cane down and trying to comfortably seat himself. His bones creaked and his body ached as he sat on to the lush, green ground. He put his hat over his face and sighed. The willow swayed in the wind and slowly he drifted off to sleep.
is darker then green, is a little more than light, helps me to stay aways from the dark is a shadow, is curious, is not a colour, is something not taken too seriously, comes second to the sun, gives releif to the heat, is not a name but could be is sunglasses at their best
souls have shades some are dark and some are light you can tell the difference by how the person acts around different people sometimes people have darkness and light at the same time depression is a dark shade of red but happy is a bright shade of blue or green calm is a medium shade of purple its soothing but still has richness
shade is cool and crisp in the winter windy weather full of leaves still hot in the summer but less than in straight sunlight nothing is going to change sunglasses are still needed even if it’s shady outside i can’t think when it’s too hot or too cold