strung out the man could hear the gentle screaming. coming from a foreign land he couldn’t understand it, to him it was as if they were speaking in tongues. he hung and shivered, being strung out in this far away world was causing him some issues.
the night was black, and the sky was high, the stars were like blurs in the distance, i had had too much, and i was strung out. minutes would pass as i thought about life, and before long the sun would up, bringing me back to the normalcy of everyday life.
Strung out on something or other, I woke up to the clock face shining 2:35, the date said September 5th….i couldn’t remember falling asleep, but the last thing i remember was on September 3rd. where was I?
He had me so strung out. I wanted him, I wanted him like a drug, because once I had him I couldn’t get him out of my head. The image of that beautiful face of his above me, sleepy eyed, chest heaving, well, I’m sure it was the most astounding thing I’ve ever seen. He was beautiful, every bit of him, and I needed him.
the correct way of being held up. i want a bed that is a giant circular hammock it would be inside of a cone of sheets and awesome and i would sleep in it.
I’m high-strung, stung-out. Like the plinking sound of an old, out-of-tune piano in the corner of a bar room. Plunking away like the sound of a taught string in the hands of the Fates.
An orchestra of tuned strings, a bunch of jangled nerves, stars hung across the night sky, or a line of puppets, dancing in a row. All the universe is strung together.
Mike and I went up to the merry-go-round. I had strung him along for the longest time. It was time to tell him what I was feeling. I got on the painted horse and he pushed me. “Wheee” I looked up at the sky and let myself go.
strung out
strung on a line.
someone somewhere listens intently
as you string them along.
there is no point in stringing these words together –
everything you say is
as jumbled mess.
As you walk down the path, you see a round thing in your face. You push your nose up to it and give it a sniff. Snork snork snuff! Apple! Delicious, delicious apples! You grab on with a bite, and you get STRUNG! Hunter pulls up tough. You notice your butt get stuffed deep into the gut theys carryin. You’re hooked and you can’t stop preparing!
strung out on lithium, she lay on the bathroom floor unable to move. he discovered her there, blinking slowly in the dim light, and realized that he didn’t want to love her anymore.
the words were strung seamlessly across the page, the readers eyes never daring to leave the ceaseless harmony of words, the melody ringing in his ears even after leaving the scribble.
Strung: I feel as if I had been strung from a lamppost, I was so drunk. I wondered if I could bear another minute of cheerful birds tweeting, cheerful crows cawwing, and cheerful pigeons squaking. What had become of this? Nobody knows, but I remember having paint all over me as if i had been part of a wall. WHY????
Strung out on the road. No one in sight. No one in mind, really as Ashley sat there. Stranded. “How the hell did I get here?” Ashley said to herself. “Oh yeah, I ran away.” She stood there at the empty bus stop with nowhere to go and no place particularly in mind.
I am so strung up on you, baby. The more I think about you, the faster my heart beats as it takes on your heavy breathing and heated body. I am so strung up on your sweet lips and green eyes, baby I’m hypnotized.
I’m strung out on weed like little kids in tweed and rememberances slide into a cascading glide and fall into the pitiful shame of candlit games and such proceedings falter in vain.
i’m not myself anymore. i can feel whatever crystal chords of sanity i have being slice. i’m strung out for the world to see. it’s like i’m a frog, cut open in front of my peers, bleeding to teach them a lesson.
strung is an odd word. it has many connotations and at first I was tempted to write something about dung simply because it rhymes. I love that this is going so quickly and that I’m trying so hard not to make typos
this would make no sense with typos
But that’s okay.
a lot of things are strung, but not everything should be. string beads, string garlands, string daisy chains, don’t string a person. it’s the worst thing to be strung along
I look around sometimes and think, “I’m just so strung out.” Calm the fuck down, Alaina. Why are you so nervous when there’s nothing to be antsy about?
She was so high strung. Everything you said to her would set off a chain reaction of things she remembered, stories she had to tell, accusations, tangents, digressions. And she was full of movement. She couldn’t talk without shifting back and forth and making wild hand gestures.
sometimes you cant even help it but it just happens, and suddenly you do something and realize that you’ve been stringing someone along, and you hate, you absolutely hate being strung along, how could you possibly do it to someone else?
Invisible and empty, I guess. I see that I was just unnecessary, a disposable thing to him as he strung me along. Who thought that one of someone’s nearest and dearest friends could do that to them ever.
hanging loose hoping for someone to help you back up or give you a bit of support. I’m sure you can relate. laying about in strips of yourself unable to pull back together. what a waste of time.
Janet strung up the laundry on the line as the children ran about her dirtying the clothes they wore; she didn’t mind. It gave her a distraction from the reality of Rick, her husband, coming home drunk again for the fourth straight night… She caught herself whistling as she worked and laughed. Had she known this was her last night alive, she might not have been so carefree!
I’m so tired. I don’t know how far I can make it now. I’ve gotten through almost a whole year like this. But 7 more? Possibly more. I simply have to get away. My mother always has been stronger than me. I don’t know how she handles it day after day. Without a break. I’m not like her though. I’m at the end of my rope. I’m breaking and it isn’t beautiful like you always hear.
Who knew one word can do so much damage? s-c-h-i-z…
i keep thinking about him. im strung out. im stressed. i need him off of my mind. hes contagious. i think of something that has nothing to do with him, but somehow, he comes back into my mind. i need him out. hes an earworm. a pest. i need him gone, but i want him so much.
The sound of a note reverberating through the air; causing the flame of the candle to flicker. She lets the music speak for her, as she gently strums her guitar.
Pas tense of string. The snake comes to my mind. Sometimes I’m strung by other’s words
high strung, mean, needle, sad, lonely, string, sewing, guitars, vocal cords,
strung out the man could hear the gentle screaming. coming from a foreign land he couldn’t understand it, to him it was as if they were speaking in tongues. he hung and shivered, being strung out in this far away world was causing him some issues.
the night was black, and the sky was high, the stars were like blurs in the distance, i had had too much, and i was strung out. minutes would pass as i thought about life, and before long the sun would up, bringing me back to the normalcy of everyday life.
Strung out on something or other, I woke up to the clock face shining 2:35, the date said September 5th….i couldn’t remember falling asleep, but the last thing i remember was on September 3rd. where was I?
He had me so strung out. I wanted him, I wanted him like a drug, because once I had him I couldn’t get him out of my head. The image of that beautiful face of his above me, sleepy eyed, chest heaving, well, I’m sure it was the most astounding thing I’ve ever seen. He was beautiful, every bit of him, and I needed him.
Strung from above, made of wind, earth, and love.
the correct way of being held up. i want a bed that is a giant circular hammock it would be inside of a cone of sheets and awesome and i would sleep in it.
I’m high-strung, stung-out. Like the plinking sound of an old, out-of-tune piano in the corner of a bar room. Plunking away like the sound of a taught string in the hands of the Fates.
i was stung upon a wire, the feeling of pain was being hung out to dry. i was stuck and there was no-where to go.
i strung the bow and released it and the arrow went flying towards the target. i wish i had hit it but i missed by a very big margin.
An orchestra of tuned strings, a bunch of jangled nerves, stars hung across the night sky, or a line of puppets, dancing in a row. All the universe is strung together.
Mike and I went up to the merry-go-round. I had strung him along for the longest time. It was time to tell him what I was feeling. I got on the painted horse and he pushed me. “Wheee” I looked up at the sky and let myself go.
strung out
strung on a line.
someone somewhere listens intently
as you string them along.
there is no point in stringing these words together –
everything you say is
as jumbled mess.
As you walk down the path, you see a round thing in your face. You push your nose up to it and give it a sniff. Snork snork snuff! Apple! Delicious, delicious apples! You grab on with a bite, and you get STRUNG! Hunter pulls up tough. You notice your butt get stuffed deep into the gut theys carryin. You’re hooked and you can’t stop preparing!
Oink oink.
strung out on lithium, she lay on the bathroom floor unable to move. he discovered her there, blinking slowly in the dim light, and realized that he didn’t want to love her anymore.
Beautiful pearls hand strung perfectly.
Clotheslines are strung across tree branches.
the words were strung seamlessly across the page, the readers eyes never daring to leave the ceaseless harmony of words, the melody ringing in his ears even after leaving the scribble.
Strung: I feel as if I had been strung from a lamppost, I was so drunk. I wondered if I could bear another minute of cheerful birds tweeting, cheerful crows cawwing, and cheerful pigeons squaking. What had become of this? Nobody knows, but I remember having paint all over me as if i had been part of a wall. WHY????
Strung out on the road. No one in sight. No one in mind, really as Ashley sat there. Stranded. “How the hell did I get here?” Ashley said to herself. “Oh yeah, I ran away.” She stood there at the empty bus stop with nowhere to go and no place particularly in mind.
I am so strung up on you, baby. The more I think about you, the faster my heart beats as it takes on your heavy breathing and heated body. I am so strung up on your sweet lips and green eyes, baby I’m hypnotized.
I’m strung out on weed like little kids in tweed and rememberances slide into a cascading glide and fall into the pitiful shame of candlit games and such proceedings falter in vain.
out, up, too many drugs, don’t like that scene depressing, hang your clothes up to dry the christmas lights were strung up
i’m not myself anymore. i can feel whatever crystal chords of sanity i have being slice. i’m strung out for the world to see. it’s like i’m a frog, cut open in front of my peers, bleeding to teach them a lesson.
strung is an odd word. it has many connotations and at first I was tempted to write something about dung simply because it rhymes. I love that this is going so quickly and that I’m trying so hard not to make typos
this would make no sense with typos
But that’s okay.
a lot of things are strung, but not everything should be. string beads, string garlands, string daisy chains, don’t string a person. it’s the worst thing to be strung along
I look around sometimes and think, “I’m just so strung out.” Calm the fuck down, Alaina. Why are you so nervous when there’s nothing to be antsy about?
She was so high strung. Everything you said to her would set off a chain reaction of things she remembered, stories she had to tell, accusations, tangents, digressions. And she was full of movement. She couldn’t talk without shifting back and forth and making wild hand gestures.
Guitars. People. Ukuleles. That’s all.
sometimes you cant even help it but it just happens, and suddenly you do something and realize that you’ve been stringing someone along, and you hate, you absolutely hate being strung along, how could you possibly do it to someone else?
Invisible and empty, I guess. I see that I was just unnecessary, a disposable thing to him as he strung me along. Who thought that one of someone’s nearest and dearest friends could do that to them ever.
hanging loose hoping for someone to help you back up or give you a bit of support. I’m sure you can relate. laying about in strips of yourself unable to pull back together. what a waste of time.
Janet strung up the laundry on the line as the children ran about her dirtying the clothes they wore; she didn’t mind. It gave her a distraction from the reality of Rick, her husband, coming home drunk again for the fourth straight night… She caught herself whistling as she worked and laughed. Had she known this was her last night alive, she might not have been so carefree!
i was lost and out of sight my heart was strung on the clothes line and i was broken.
i’m high strung. i’m done. so done. i’m outta here. strung up like pearls on a necklace; their splendor to be seen and admired for everyone.
I’m so tired. I don’t know how far I can make it now. I’ve gotten through almost a whole year like this. But 7 more? Possibly more. I simply have to get away. My mother always has been stronger than me. I don’t know how she handles it day after day. Without a break. I’m not like her though. I’m at the end of my rope. I’m breaking and it isn’t beautiful like you always hear.
Who knew one word can do so much damage? s-c-h-i-z…
he strung his backpack along the golden railing and waited with his outstretched hand against the cars whizzing by one moment in time.
out all over the place just too much stress sometimes to deal with strung up like a puppet string me over a line and leave me to dry threaded a needle
i keep thinking about him. im strung out. im stressed. i need him off of my mind. hes contagious. i think of something that has nothing to do with him, but somehow, he comes back into my mind. i need him out. hes an earworm. a pest. i need him gone, but i want him so much.
The sound of a note reverberating through the air; causing the flame of the candle to flicker. She lets the music speak for her, as she gently strums her guitar.