i was strung up on a boy that i thought cared about me that i now wish i never knew, he makes me feel as though i don’t know myself and i don’t know what to do with my life. i shouldn’t be strung up on him, because he doesn’t care about me as i do about him, how should i feel and what can i do when my heart is tearing me to pieces?
i’m strung, and she got me, got me doin things i never knewww. idk the name of this song but i like it. i have dance practice but i’m lazy to go. i like fruit bars. i wanna go to six flags. my birthday is tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. :)
sometimes i feel like i’ve been all strung out and left to dry. like there is barely anything in me to be able to drag myself out of the chair, back home. to do anything productive. i wonder how i manage though at the end of each day
A pearl of beads was strung from the lantern. It reminded me of the time we went camping. I’m not sure how long ago it’s been, but I can still smell the fresh raindrops on the leaves. I miss it.
Strung with elastic bands? Strung wings to my bones like a flesh colored bat. The smell of rubber and meat? The red inside is exposed, but we look like anatomical dummies in Science class. What am I? What are we and where are we from?
Up in a tree, strange fruit. A little brown girl tossed out of her Seattle classroom so the white woman’s fear of the smell of her hair doesn’t interfere. Racism in the corners of every room.
We are all strung together. We all know one that knows another, and so on, and so on. Everyone in this world shares a common string. Maybe we will meet each other one day.
i’ve always been called a high-strung girl. i’m not quite sure what is meant by this, but i’m hoping and supposing that it’s some sort of compiment. i like being high-strung, or considered so. in being this sort of person, i am justified in my eccentric ways. “oh it’s quite alright, emily is just a high-strung girl. let her carry on with her business.” and people leave me alone. but sometimes i don’t like that.
I didn’t feel like talking to anyone today. My mind was taught, my back rigid. I walked through the halls not making eye conact, not even brushing into anyone. But then it hit me:
“Hey”
The voice was like a brick to the side of my head. So close, and yet so far. I couldn’t escape through pure will alone, it seemed.
Strung. Ein Strunk. Grün und fasrig und so fest, dass er sich nicht zerreißen lässt. Dazu bräuchte sie eine Gartenschere. Eine besonders scharfe. Da würde es ein wenig knacken und quietschen, wenn sie ihn auseinanderschneidet.
i was strung out. i was strung in. i wasn’t sure just how strung i could get, but i was willing to test the boundaries or strung-ness. what was up? what was down? what was that bunny doing to the other bunny? i couldn’t really find the end of strung, but i was determined too.
like a spider strung from a web. rhymes with rung. music like string instruments get strung. a puppet from a string. Johnathan Edwards sinners in a hand of an angry god, people are compared to spiders strung over a burning pot of fire.
So high strung, in my mind, my thoughs, my body, my soul. Held tight, taut, quivering. In anxiousness, in worry, in questioning. Stretched so far, ripping at each seam..
“You’ve strung me along for years now, and I’m tired of it. I deserve to know the truth. I deserve to be treated with basic dignity and respect. Tell me then, once and for all. Do you really love me, or am I just a convenient companion, a tool to keep you from being so lonely at night?”
I found myself sitting in the bath tub again, except this time I could not move. As much as I tried, I had no control over what was happening. Outside of my body, I was reaching out to help you, but I was too strung out. My mouth fixed in the same open confusion.
strung by a leg from the tree and aiming for ground reaching out with extended arm, ill reach the grass from this branch and ill pull it towards me, pull out the earth’s hair. i wonder when the earth will go grey
the last pearl before the cat took the necklace. all hanging together like a linear constellation which will never be after the stellar cat gets it i suppose but there’s a high cold twinkling chance.
She is:
Strung along, a little puppet, with no freewill nor cause.
Moving without purpose,
She swings on her rope
Unfeeling as a stone wall and most certainly not alive.
Muscles along her legs, arms, back, and neck would periodically spasm, as if begging for her attention and demanding that she leap forward, running away from this situation and all the complexities that surrounded it.
The mermaids strung a necklace of sea shells and coral. They strung in with their flippers, which is definitely talented.I could have strung the same necklace with my hands.
Even Sam had no idea how he’d gotten rid of the strung out feeling. It hadn’t felt like that while it was happening, but looking back, he could see what everyone had warned him about.
He felt like an idiot. A demon-blood free idiot, but still an idiot.
The violin was strung almost too tight, so every time the bow passed, the stress on the strings made them come close to snapping. Danger never sounded so beautiful.
A SIGN WAS HUNG ON THE WALL OF A FURNITURE STORE AND IT SAID “STRUNG “JUST FOR YOU. NO ONE PAID A BIT OF ATTENTION TO IT FOR A WEEK. ONE DAY AN OLD LADY APPEARED AT THE DOOR OF THIS PARTICULAR
STORE AND WANDERED IN. sHE IMMEDIATELY SPOTTEED THE SIGN AND INQUIRED AS TO WEATHER OR NOT THERE WAS ANY ‘STRUNG” LEFT TO BE PURCHASED. THE SALESMAN LOOKED TOTALLY CONFUSED.
Strunging my guitar……strunging my pain with his fingers….Strung up on a tree. Strung out on drugs. Struning my 6 string. Wasting away again in margaritavile.
i was stung out before the time the time came again. Strung like a tight guitar before bob dylan goes on stage. trying to stay fit for what he needs to do with me.
Jerviz went to bed, strung out. The 3 glasses of wine just made his mouth feel dry and sticky. He kept trying to push the thoughts away, even going so far as to welcome them in an effort to practice reverse psychology. He had to pee.
i was so high strung about everything. everything had to be perfect and just right. it was terrrible how i felt this way. i couldnt change it. everyone wanted me to get help. but i wouldnt. i just didnt know how to or what to do about it.
i was strung up on a boy that i thought cared about me that i now wish i never knew, he makes me feel as though i don’t know myself and i don’t know what to do with my life. i shouldn’t be strung up on him, because he doesn’t care about me as i do about him, how should i feel and what can i do when my heart is tearing me to pieces?
i’m strung, and she got me, got me doin things i never knewww. idk the name of this song but i like it. i have dance practice but i’m lazy to go. i like fruit bars. i wanna go to six flags. my birthday is tomorrow. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME. :)
This is dumb,
I have already written about the word of strung.
Now I have nothing to do but look at my thumb.
Clever huh?
I’m all strung out on things I don’t even the ingredients to much less the name of. I’ll do anything to get high just to get by I have to rely on this
sometimes i feel like i’ve been all strung out and left to dry. like there is barely anything in me to be able to drag myself out of the chair, back home. to do anything productive. i wonder how i manage though at the end of each day
A pearl of beads was strung from the lantern. It reminded me of the time we went camping. I’m not sure how long ago it’s been, but I can still smell the fresh raindrops on the leaves. I miss it.
It’s funny how the beads were strung. Across her neck, accenting her natural lines. I could have stared at her all day. It’s that simple.
Strung with elastic bands? Strung wings to my bones like a flesh colored bat. The smell of rubber and meat? The red inside is exposed, but we look like anatomical dummies in Science class. What am I? What are we and where are we from?
Up in a tree, strange fruit. A little brown girl tossed out of her Seattle classroom so the white woman’s fear of the smell of her hair doesn’t interfere. Racism in the corners of every room.
We are all strung together. We all know one that knows another, and so on, and so on. Everyone in this world shares a common string. Maybe we will meet each other one day.
high cant go back with out know what to do very long thin string to walk across which is barely impossible
i’ve always been called a high-strung girl. i’m not quite sure what is meant by this, but i’m hoping and supposing that it’s some sort of compiment. i like being high-strung, or considered so. in being this sort of person, i am justified in my eccentric ways. “oh it’s quite alright, emily is just a high-strung girl. let her carry on with her business.” and people leave me alone. but sometimes i don’t like that.
I didn’t feel like talking to anyone today. My mind was taught, my back rigid. I walked through the halls not making eye conact, not even brushing into anyone. But then it hit me:
“Hey”
The voice was like a brick to the side of my head. So close, and yet so far. I couldn’t escape through pure will alone, it seemed.
Strung. Ein Strunk. Grün und fasrig und so fest, dass er sich nicht zerreißen lässt. Dazu bräuchte sie eine Gartenschere. Eine besonders scharfe. Da würde es ein wenig knacken und quietschen, wenn sie ihn auseinanderschneidet.
string me like a row of pearls
delicately across your throat
and my skin will slowly coil
and choke you
i was strung out. i was strung in. i wasn’t sure just how strung i could get, but i was willing to test the boundaries or strung-ness. what was up? what was down? what was that bunny doing to the other bunny? i couldn’t really find the end of strung, but i was determined too.
Long cords of little Christmas lights, strung up from each branch. The trees became dancing, fluttering wings of golden light and
like a spider strung from a web. rhymes with rung. music like string instruments get strung. a puppet from a string. Johnathan Edwards sinners in a hand of an angry god, people are compared to spiders strung over a burning pot of fire.
So high strung, in my mind, my thoughs, my body, my soul. Held tight, taut, quivering. In anxiousness, in worry, in questioning. Stretched so far, ripping at each seam..
snap.
When we follow up a person regularly and on a important notice.
“You’ve strung me along for years now, and I’m tired of it. I deserve to know the truth. I deserve to be treated with basic dignity and respect. Tell me then, once and for all. Do you really love me, or am I just a convenient companion, a tool to keep you from being so lonely at night?”
I found myself sitting in the bath tub again, except this time I could not move. As much as I tried, I had no control over what was happening. Outside of my body, I was reaching out to help you, but I was too strung out. My mouth fixed in the same open confusion.
strung by a leg from the tree and aiming for ground reaching out with extended arm, ill reach the grass from this branch and ill pull it towards me, pull out the earth’s hair. i wonder when the earth will go grey
the last pearl before the cat took the necklace. all hanging together like a linear constellation which will never be after the stellar cat gets it i suppose but there’s a high cold twinkling chance.
She is:
Strung along, a little puppet, with no freewill nor cause.
Moving without purpose,
She swings on her rope
Unfeeling as a stone wall and most certainly not alive.
string.
rope..
highly strung…
to be anxious…
not a good place to be or way to feel.
Muscles along her legs, arms, back, and neck would periodically spasm, as if begging for her attention and demanding that she leap forward, running away from this situation and all the complexities that surrounded it.
The mermaids strung a necklace of sea shells and coral. They strung in with their flippers, which is definitely talented.I could have strung the same necklace with my hands.
Even Sam had no idea how he’d gotten rid of the strung out feeling. It hadn’t felt like that while it was happening, but looking back, he could see what everyone had warned him about.
He felt like an idiot. A demon-blood free idiot, but still an idiot.
The violin was strung almost too tight, so every time the bow passed, the stress on the strings made them come close to snapping. Danger never sounded so beautiful.
hung up on a line
blowing together in the breeze.
drying
dripping
the smell of cotton in the wind
A SIGN WAS HUNG ON THE WALL OF A FURNITURE STORE AND IT SAID “STRUNG “JUST FOR YOU. NO ONE PAID A BIT OF ATTENTION TO IT FOR A WEEK. ONE DAY AN OLD LADY APPEARED AT THE DOOR OF THIS PARTICULAR
STORE AND WANDERED IN. sHE IMMEDIATELY SPOTTEED THE SIGN AND INQUIRED AS TO WEATHER OR NOT THERE WAS ANY ‘STRUNG” LEFT TO BE PURCHASED. THE SALESMAN LOOKED TOTALLY CONFUSED.
strung keeps coming out O_O i want a different word ok! but it reminds me of strings and music. ok im done.
Strunging my guitar……strunging my pain with his fingers….Strung up on a tree. Strung out on drugs. Struning my 6 string. Wasting away again in margaritavile.
i was stung out before the time the time came again. Strung like a tight guitar before bob dylan goes on stage. trying to stay fit for what he needs to do with me.
Jerviz went to bed, strung out. The 3 glasses of wine just made his mouth feel dry and sticky. He kept trying to push the thoughts away, even going so far as to welcome them in an effort to practice reverse psychology. He had to pee.
the ribbons were strung up all over the yard.
I have known him since sept. 09, and I feel he has strung me along long enough now, it is time we met.
I’m high strung, caught up, running for my life and the DEA is on the sidewalk.
i was so high strung about everything. everything had to be perfect and just right. it was terrrible how i felt this way. i couldnt change it. everyone wanted me to get help. but i wouldnt. i just didnt know how to or what to do about it.