Her spine arched delicately, and she raised her hands above her head. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a slow pirouette began to form, speeding faster and faster. People whose eyes rested upon her felt goosebumps rising on their skin.
It is in the back. It is basically a lot of messed up discs that suck and are painful. It could also be like a porcupine. They are SPINEY. an interesting. Like platupuses (sp?)
a place in the back that makes me queasy
a place in the back that makes me confident
a place in the back that makes me truthful
a place in the back that makes me erect
spinal nerves twinging in thoughts of you… or not thoughts… rather the absence of your presence. without you here physically, you are even more apparent. the nerves are electrified by your absence. yes. it’s true. you bitch.
My spine was crooked. I hadn’t broken it. I hadn’t bent it. It was just crooked. Sometimes I thought I had done something to make it that way, but in reality, that’s just how I am. I’m different. Crooked.
my spine is oddly shaped. it curves in places it shouldn’t. my spine is fragile, failing me. it snaps, crackles, pops like a bowl of cereal when you pour in the milk. the sounds it makes aren’t right.
“Ow! My Spine! What’d you do that for?!” Chester was laughing behind his big brother’s back hiding the textbook he had just hit him with. “Ken! Watch your temper!” their mother shouted from the kitchen. Ken found the whole situation unfair. Just because his brother had autism shouldn’t mean he was allowed to get away with everything.
He slithered into the room with a look in his eye hard enough to kill. A chill ran down my spine. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t do anything about it. He locked the door behind him and continued stalking toward me.
every day I bend a little further to look at the screen. I inch closer every minute, growing, molding to this shape. The shape of bowing. The shape of submission.
I don’t have one, having a spine would mean that I could stand in front of him and say I am sorry you are disappointed, but this is me… having a spine would mean that I would have the guts to chose between them… I don’t have one
My spine sticks out. Like a dinosaurs. People think I don’t eat because they can clearly see my spine. I think it’s sexy. And I’m proud of it, it’s powerful, and different.
The caterpillar crawled up my spine, and turned itself into a cocoon. A few days later, I couldn’t stop hiccuping. Only to find the butterfly had bloomed, and it flew into my mouth, causing my words to flutter into the air for you to breathe in.
The spine is the epicenter o fhuman life. Everything branches out of it. Like music, the chords and notes of every minute of life thread out of hit. Like a needle and thread, bones and nerves play out of it. The spine is what defines us as human..
It was quite amazing, really. The spine had just popped out of place when she smashed the man with the large stone. She didn’t think she had hit him THAT hard. She stared at it, wondering just what she would do with the body now.
You were born in my heart, you live in my spine
You leak through my ribs and keep in my waistline
You outline my coastline, define my skyline
You entwine my grapevine <3
So long as you design my bloodline, refine my airline
I need you to be mine
She glanced over her shoulder into the mirror, as if she might forget if there weren’t a constant reminder. Being home, she didn’t remember many details from the ordeal. The dim light revealed what the men had done to her back on the ship though. A long, dark dragon tattoo snaked from between her shoulder blades down to the small of her back. The painful experience from the undesired marking should have been a warning of the pain she felt in her chest every time she saw it: The Dragon…her husband. A man she would only ever be reminded of.
I knew I was old when I first saw the prints of the family photo shoot I had been stupid to suggest and arrange. I was slumped like and old woman who had forgotten her spine in bed that morning
My spine is tingling, I can’t quite figure out why. My hands are the same. Maybe I’m cold, I can’t quite figure it out. I’m so confused. What do I do? What do I do? I’m running out of feeling in my head. I think I just need to drift off…
The spine is what aligns the body, what keeps us whole and standing up straight. Keeps us alive, in a sense. But metaphorically, the spine is the network of people that you surround yourself with. Friends, family – those who make you feel safest and strongest.
Your spine flows down your body holding you together but moving with you every which way you go. It’s like the strongest of walls but smoothest of oceans.
It is very important to your body, It is what helps you walk, stand, and live! It also can mean courage as in, “you got some back bone” or “get a spine”
The CORE. The STRUCTURE. Keeping everything in line. Straight. Firm. Though easily manipulated. Bent. Crooked with age. Weak, in the end. Sadness. Death. BAM.
click-click-clicking down that track, lick-licking down the groove in your back. ridges riding down your spinal column, that sad sucker twisted at the final wallop. jellyfish and exoskeletons, well I wish you were well again.
My spine was fractured. The blood dripped down my back and I grimaced – war was not as glamorous as I had thought. World War II was just beginning and I was a part of the madness, stuck in the middle, begging for an escape. Just great. I left home for this? What other wonders would lie ahead for me? If any..the thought struck me as quickly as I had realized that I felt no pain. Or any sensation whatsoever below the waist. I cursed every deity I’d ever known. This was getting better by the minute.
Her spine arched delicately, and she raised her hands above her head. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a slow pirouette began to form, speeding faster and faster. People whose eyes rested upon her felt goosebumps rising on their skin.
It is in the back. It is basically a lot of messed up discs that suck and are painful. It could also be like a porcupine. They are SPINEY. an interesting. Like platupuses (sp?)
a place in the back that makes me queasy
a place in the back that makes me confident
a place in the back that makes me truthful
a place in the back that makes me erect
This feeling makes everything else obsolete, but its like insects creeping all over your bones and you just can’t get rid of them.
spinal nerves twinging in thoughts of you… or not thoughts… rather the absence of your presence. without you here physically, you are even more apparent. the nerves are electrified by your absence. yes. it’s true. you bitch.
her gentle fingers ran up and down his spine gently tickling it cause him to giggles in fits of laughter from the touch.
My spine was crooked. I hadn’t broken it. I hadn’t bent it. It was just crooked. Sometimes I thought I had done something to make it that way, but in reality, that’s just how I am. I’m different. Crooked.
my spine is oddly shaped. it curves in places it shouldn’t. my spine is fragile, failing me. it snaps, crackles, pops like a bowl of cereal when you pour in the milk. the sounds it makes aren’t right.
bacl
problems
body
bones
age
older
straight
poster
pine
weak
pain
muscle
Your back is long
I love to see it
swaying by me
thinking of you when i see the word spine..
must be love?
Spines are in your back. For humans, the spine helps you move everywhere. You can lift things and bend.
“Ow! My Spine! What’d you do that for?!” Chester was laughing behind his big brother’s back hiding the textbook he had just hit him with. “Ken! Watch your temper!” their mother shouted from the kitchen. Ken found the whole situation unfair. Just because his brother had autism shouldn’t mean he was allowed to get away with everything.
He slithered into the room with a look in his eye hard enough to kill. A chill ran down my spine. I knew what was coming and I couldn’t do anything about it. He locked the door behind him and continued stalking toward me.
every day I bend a little further to look at the screen. I inch closer every minute, growing, molding to this shape. The shape of bowing. The shape of submission.
I don’t have one, having a spine would mean that I could stand in front of him and say I am sorry you are disappointed, but this is me… having a spine would mean that I would have the guts to chose between them… I don’t have one
My spine sticks out. Like a dinosaurs. People think I don’t eat because they can clearly see my spine. I think it’s sexy. And I’m proud of it, it’s powerful, and different.
Courage. Need one to be able to stand and be tall, to walk forward through life.
The caterpillar crawled up my spine, and turned itself into a cocoon. A few days later, I couldn’t stop hiccuping. Only to find the butterfly had bloomed, and it flew into my mouth, causing my words to flutter into the air for you to breathe in.
Strength is directly represented from your core. Those without one are heartless, soul-less and without remorse. With one.. you are a God amongst men.
My fingers trailed up along the soft curve of her spine, the dip of waist, the sharp hills of her shoulder blades. Her hair tickles my fingertips.
The spine is the epicenter o fhuman life. Everything branches out of it. Like music, the chords and notes of every minute of life thread out of hit. Like a needle and thread, bones and nerves play out of it. The spine is what defines us as human..
It was quite amazing, really. The spine had just popped out of place when she smashed the man with the large stone. She didn’t think she had hit him THAT hard. She stared at it, wondering just what she would do with the body now.
You were born in my heart, you live in my spine
You leak through my ribs and keep in my waistline
You outline my coastline, define my skyline
You entwine my grapevine <3
So long as you design my bloodline, refine my airline
I need you to be mine
She glanced over her shoulder into the mirror, as if she might forget if there weren’t a constant reminder. Being home, she didn’t remember many details from the ordeal. The dim light revealed what the men had done to her back on the ship though. A long, dark dragon tattoo snaked from between her shoulder blades down to the small of her back. The painful experience from the undesired marking should have been a warning of the pain she felt in her chest every time she saw it: The Dragon…her husband. A man she would only ever be reminded of.
I knew I was old when I first saw the prints of the family photo shoot I had been stupid to suggest and arrange. I was slumped like and old woman who had forgotten her spine in bed that morning
my friend morgan hates spines, they scare her, like as if it were alive like an eel and flipping around.
My spine is tingling, I can’t quite figure out why. My hands are the same. Maybe I’m cold, I can’t quite figure it out. I’m so confused. What do I do? What do I do? I’m running out of feeling in my head. I think I just need to drift off…
Straighten your spine and stand tall. Wear your mistakes as a badge of courage and experience and make no apologies. Well, almost no apologies.
The spine is what aligns the body, what keeps us whole and standing up straight. Keeps us alive, in a sense. But metaphorically, the spine is the network of people that you surround yourself with. Friends, family – those who make you feel safest and strongest.
Your spine flows down your body holding you together but moving with you every which way you go. It’s like the strongest of walls but smoothest of oceans.
It’s curvy and supports me and is full of bones and tendons and such. Writing about it makes mine hurt from the stress the heavy thought process…yes.
whenever you look at me, whenever you smile, whenever you laugh in that boyish way…
i get shivers down my spine.
It is very important to your body, It is what helps you walk, stand, and live! It also can mean courage as in, “you got some back bone” or “get a spine”
The CORE. The STRUCTURE. Keeping everything in line. Straight. Firm. Though easily manipulated. Bent. Crooked with age. Weak, in the end. Sadness. Death. BAM.
Send shivers down my spine, body’s aching all the tiiiiiiiiiiiime
goodbyeeeee, everybody
IVE GOT TO GOOOOOO
i can smell his warmth as he breathes down my spine. It gives me goosebumps… but its something i like, honestly. I do.
Support, principles, something to hold everything else up. Can’t stand without one that works.
click-click-clicking down that track, lick-licking down the groove in your back. ridges riding down your spinal column, that sad sucker twisted at the final wallop. jellyfish and exoskeletons, well I wish you were well again.
My spine was fractured. The blood dripped down my back and I grimaced – war was not as glamorous as I had thought. World War II was just beginning and I was a part of the madness, stuck in the middle, begging for an escape. Just great. I left home for this? What other wonders would lie ahead for me? If any..the thought struck me as quickly as I had realized that I felt no pain. Or any sensation whatsoever below the waist. I cursed every deity I’d ever known. This was getting better by the minute.
rugged poking thru her skin on her back so thin. holding the world up on it’s head. the ground cracks at the sides of mountains in her body