Tear the tears into tiny little rivers, a bar code that once scanned will divulge our years, our calm and warming sentiments that are eternal. “I miss you” whispers each and every sound of shredding pieces.
it drips and it feels
like a spear to the eyes
reddening sockets
filled with the past
caused by lies or deceit
betrayal
defeat
its all in the tear
don’t judge a man by his smiles
but by the water that drips
down his cheeks
to his lips
when a tear falls there is expression but expression could mean too much with the tear. people can interpret it in the way “sad”, when in fact it can be much much more. it can be simply a physical sensation with no emotion behind it. or perhaps a surprise attack from happiness. as much as a tear represented, it is still universal. but after all this time, we still can’t find all the meanings to it.
a tear falls from my eyes when this man makes me cry i cant believe i have fallen in love with a crazy fool a tear for those who have always cried for a fool yet relize i am a fool my self craz
tear i don’t kno whether it means tearing like tearing your clothes or tear like crying, my first thought was that it meant tearing like tearing your clothes. I guess that might be because I don’t cry much I don’t know it could be anything I haven’t torn my clothes in years.
when i see this word i think about the two distinct meanings. first of all the noun ‘tear’ which reminds me of when I was in my apartment in austin and rick and rachel were over. they were ganging up on me, or so it seemed at the time, and i locked myself in the bathroom and let the tears flow. then i think of the verb ‘tear’…as in: tear my heart out.
simply tear the tear from your eye and eat it with a nice hot scoop of sad snot. Tearyeyed blearyeyed tired and torn. tear the memory from your cheek and chew. Tear and tear and
There is a flash in the sky. The reality of life tears opean like so much flesh by the wild beasts in the jungle. Searing light and roar beckon fear into the mind of my separated self. Fear spills forth.
Tears seldom come to me. I remember one episode of the british crime series “cracker” in which Robbie Coltrane’s character cries hard after his mother’s death and regrets it, because it is “delicious”.
I hated crying, it was a sign of weakness, girl’s look for guys who show they can protect them, not guys who shed a tear over every little dramatic story. I’ve been through a lot of rough relationships, girls who don’t appreciate me for my sensitivity. But, there’s this one girl, I think, just maybe, that she might be the one. She’s never laughed at me for crying, only wrapped me in a loving, comforting embrace as if to say ‘it’s okay, I understand’
The tear in her eye glistened in the sunlight. As she quietly sobbed her story to me. I was unsure how I felt about her at that moment, but I knew my presence was important. It was likely the most powerful moment in my day, so far. I would be telling this story to my family later tonight.
Tears are quite beautiful if you look at them close up. They trace tracks down your face. They come from the deepest part of you too, in the times of greatest joy and greatest sadness. A tear holds every essence of your heart.
He tore at the sheets in silent desperation. This couldn’t have happened. Had he really gone and lost himself so completely. They smelt of her, these sheets. Not his wife but someone else, and she could never know of how he’d lost himself tonight. He tore at them and collapsed, sobbing into them. How it had happened, he couldn’t even remember.
Half by half. Quarter by quarter. Millions of tiny pieces. Broken, ripped, torn. Like the love we once shared, gone in a few seconds. Shredded to bits, broken away.
Sadness isn’t the only thing that brings those to someones face, as people seem to misconceive, tears actually can mean happiness too! Though, sadly, sadness is the first thing that comes to mind when I see that word…
Is that sad?
Raining down,teardrops,crying,streaming,releasing the thoughts kept inside,these are released now to flow and make a change, begin again anew,refreshed.
The tears were running down her face, but she couldn’t really think too much about them. She knew they were there, knew why they were there, but they couldn’t be helped, she had to get this done. Pushing herself beyond all possible limits, beyond anything she’d imagined just a few days ago, she pressed on. Her arms were shaking, but she would not drop her precious load.
i cry too often…but i think it just shows how i am not affected by what others say and think if i cry. tears role down as an expression of happiness or hurt. it doesnt matter what the reason is, what matters is i always feel better after this tearful exercise.
a tear torn from my soul, tearing the blue from my eyes, making it fade to a dull watery weeping, sadness, what is this emotion so filled with a control lacking my heart, my heart, where have you dispersed it?
tear comes from eyes, is salty and sometimes is sour, never sweet.i cry smtimes, verybody cries, tears are good for eyes
they clean eyes
they come when u feel bad or sad or lonely or u r very happy
sometimes tears also mean there is a sore eye
or there is some dirt in the eye.
I was feeling really sad and… it went to dispair. It seemed the tears were not enough. I was hurting so much I had to make it leave my body somehow else. I felt like hurtong myself.
I once saw a bear who was crying. I asked him why he was crying. He responded, telling me that a bee had stung him on the nose while he was trying to get himself some honey. I asked why the bear would try to get honey from a bunch of bees. I asked if he hadn’t anticipated the sting to come. He said he had, but that it was worth it anyways.
I wondered at that for a moment. Then I told him to wipe away his tears and took him to buy a beekeeper’s suit.
tearing apart. I teared apart everything. A tear is also something we cry about. It’s weird. I’m having writer’s block and crying tears of lead because of it. SUCH FAIL writing! God. Tear is also a four-letter word. Many people cry.
Wait, is it tear as in to rip a piece of paper or tear as in the liquid that comes from your eyes when you cry? How am I supposed to know based on the spelling??? I’m so confused!!!!
While standing on my yoga mat, watching the instruction video in front of me, I made my first attempt at the dreaded chair pose. I threw my arms up into the air, bent my knees, and I heard a rip. That was the tear in my newly bought pants yoga pants.
Looking at the tear in the time space continuum i began to wonder if it was all worth it. The struggles, the fights, life itself; i began to wonder if anything mattered any more, seeing as how each dimension and time period was at the tip of my fingertips, i can see any possibility, any outcome from any scenario. did anything really matter?
there was a tear going down the mans cheek
Tear the tears into tiny little rivers, a bar code that once scanned will divulge our years, our calm and warming sentiments that are eternal. “I miss you” whispers each and every sound of shredding pieces.
it drips and it feels
like a spear to the eyes
reddening sockets
filled with the past
caused by lies or deceit
betrayal
defeat
its all in the tear
don’t judge a man by his smiles
but by the water that drips
down his cheeks
to his lips
when a tear falls there is expression but expression could mean too much with the tear. people can interpret it in the way “sad”, when in fact it can be much much more. it can be simply a physical sensation with no emotion behind it. or perhaps a surprise attack from happiness. as much as a tear represented, it is still universal. but after all this time, we still can’t find all the meanings to it.
a tear falls from my eyes when this man makes me cry i cant believe i have fallen in love with a crazy fool a tear for those who have always cried for a fool yet relize i am a fool my self craz
tear i don’t kno whether it means tearing like tearing your clothes or tear like crying, my first thought was that it meant tearing like tearing your clothes. I guess that might be because I don’t cry much I don’t know it could be anything I haven’t torn my clothes in years.
when i see this word i think about the two distinct meanings. first of all the noun ‘tear’ which reminds me of when I was in my apartment in austin and rick and rachel were over. they were ganging up on me, or so it seemed at the time, and i locked myself in the bathroom and let the tears flow. then i think of the verb ‘tear’…as in: tear my heart out.
tear me up
shred me into little pieces
i can’t be made smaller by your efforts
or little in your estimation
tear me down
knock me over with your disapproval
and i will come back up
over
and
over
and
over
again
simply tear the tear from your eye and eat it with a nice hot scoop of sad snot. Tearyeyed blearyeyed tired and torn. tear the memory from your cheek and chew. Tear and tear and
What is a tear? is it a way to show different emotions? or is it just a simple drop of water?
There is a flash in the sky. The reality of life tears opean like so much flesh by the wild beasts in the jungle. Searing light and roar beckon fear into the mind of my separated self. Fear spills forth.
Tears seldom come to me. I remember one episode of the british crime series “cracker” in which Robbie Coltrane’s character cries hard after his mother’s death and regrets it, because it is “delicious”.
in the shadows of her pain a single tear rolled forward softening the mortar that held up her wall all these years…
I hated crying, it was a sign of weakness, girl’s look for guys who show they can protect them, not guys who shed a tear over every little dramatic story. I’ve been through a lot of rough relationships, girls who don’t appreciate me for my sensitivity. But, there’s this one girl, I think, just maybe, that she might be the one. She’s never laughed at me for crying, only wrapped me in a loving, comforting embrace as if to say ‘it’s okay, I understand’
The tear in her eye glistened in the sunlight. As she quietly sobbed her story to me. I was unsure how I felt about her at that moment, but I knew my presence was important. It was likely the most powerful moment in my day, so far. I would be telling this story to my family later tonight.
whenever somebody hurts you or you will be hurt by physically or mentally or whenver you will be very hapyy you will get tears in ur eyes
Tears are quite beautiful if you look at them close up. They trace tracks down your face. They come from the deepest part of you too, in the times of greatest joy and greatest sadness. A tear holds every essence of your heart.
nobody deserves your tears..but you can have in your eyes tears of joy..
He tore at the sheets in silent desperation. This couldn’t have happened. Had he really gone and lost himself so completely. They smelt of her, these sheets. Not his wife but someone else, and she could never know of how he’d lost himself tonight. He tore at them and collapsed, sobbing into them. How it had happened, he couldn’t even remember.
Half by half. Quarter by quarter. Millions of tiny pieces. Broken, ripped, torn. Like the love we once shared, gone in a few seconds. Shredded to bits, broken away.
Sadness isn’t the only thing that brings those to someones face, as people seem to misconceive, tears actually can mean happiness too! Though, sadly, sadness is the first thing that comes to mind when I see that word…
Is that sad?
Raining down,teardrops,crying,streaming,releasing the thoughts kept inside,these are released now to flow and make a change, begin again anew,refreshed.
her tears tore glistening tracks
and even after they’d dried her face didn’t look
quite the same
this is my time this is my tear
The tears were running down her face, but she couldn’t really think too much about them. She knew they were there, knew why they were there, but they couldn’t be helped, she had to get this done. Pushing herself beyond all possible limits, beyond anything she’d imagined just a few days ago, she pressed on. Her arms were shaking, but she would not drop her precious load.
A simple drop of bodily fluid can send a universal swirling and spiraling upside down.
i cry too often…but i think it just shows how i am not affected by what others say and think if i cry. tears role down as an expression of happiness or hurt. it doesnt matter what the reason is, what matters is i always feel better after this tearful exercise.
a tear torn from my soul, tearing the blue from my eyes, making it fade to a dull watery weeping, sadness, what is this emotion so filled with a control lacking my heart, my heart, where have you dispersed it?
tear comes from eyes, is salty and sometimes is sour, never sweet.i cry smtimes, verybody cries, tears are good for eyes
they clean eyes
they come when u feel bad or sad or lonely or u r very happy
sometimes tears also mean there is a sore eye
or there is some dirt in the eye.
I was feeling really sad and… it went to dispair. It seemed the tears were not enough. I was hurting so much I had to make it leave my body somehow else. I felt like hurtong myself.
Tear drops spilled down from her eyelashes. I couldn’t think of what to say to her.
running down a single track, its clear its crystal, its completely silent
And no one hears its or sees its
its invisible
Tr
I once saw a bear who was crying. I asked him why he was crying. He responded, telling me that a bee had stung him on the nose while he was trying to get himself some honey. I asked why the bear would try to get honey from a bunch of bees. I asked if he hadn’t anticipated the sting to come. He said he had, but that it was worth it anyways.
I wondered at that for a moment. Then I told him to wipe away his tears and took him to buy a beekeeper’s suit.
tearing apart. I teared apart everything. A tear is also something we cry about. It’s weird. I’m having writer’s block and crying tears of lead because of it. SUCH FAIL writing! God. Tear is also a four-letter word. Many people cry.
Eine tr
Wait, is it tear as in to rip a piece of paper or tear as in the liquid that comes from your eyes when you cry? How am I supposed to know based on the spelling??? I’m so confused!!!!
I haven’t shed my own tear in many years. I’ve wept at a beautiful moment in a play or movie.
While standing on my yoga mat, watching the instruction video in front of me, I made my first attempt at the dreaded chair pose. I threw my arms up into the air, bent my knees, and I heard a rip. That was the tear in my newly bought pants yoga pants.
Looking at the tear in the time space continuum i began to wonder if it was all worth it. The struggles, the fights, life itself; i began to wonder if anything mattered any more, seeing as how each dimension and time period was at the tip of my fingertips, i can see any possibility, any outcome from any scenario. did anything really matter?