I kind of pity twigs. They get stepped on all the time and no one cares. Don’t people ever realise that without twigs, there won’t be plants? And without plants, we’d be dead. So thank twigs. Without them, we’d be dead!
A twig. It is like a tiny branch. A branch. It is like a tiny tree. A tree. It is like a tiny forest. A forest. It is like a tiny Earth. And when you put this all together, you realize the parts. And every little part, has a little heart. See, each of these parts are part of a world. Or is a world.
And now you see.
Or do I see.
A part of something bigger that is now on its own, the twig has a hard place in life. It knows the joy of being a tree, but now is only a twig. Will it die now that it is on its own?
twig is the part of large tree. It has the capability to develop into a full tree if planted and nurtured. If left to die, a twig separated from the tree looses its life and dies. The twig in the hands of the right person becomes the beginning of a green forest full off trees.
what do i think about twigs? i dont know why but instantly i think about a fagget, which i guess is a pile of sticks. that is just what comes to mind. twig would be a stick, i feel like twig and stick are pretty synonymous. they are both referring to something smaller than a log, much smaller but nothing too thick, well i guess a stick could be pretty thick but not the kind that would be in a pile of sticks.. for some reason i feel like a pile of sticks would contain smaller sticks, something easy to stomp on
Twiggy is the name of my friend’s friend,
And he is very fond of her.
A sweet relation is what they share,
With lot of respect and care.
He tells me about their adventures,
With twists and turns and memories.
the twig fell off the branch and hit a butterfly which for this night lasted on the verge of death but lived which is why we lost the football game by only a point, even though we suck.
man that freakin twig outside my window is buggin out. it just keeps flowin in the wind al smug and twiglike. i can’t believe the nerve of some innaimate objects. just doing whatever they like without regard to any other objects in the area. holy crap that twig just ate a bird!
the twig was perfect for whatever plan i hadn’t thought up yet. i carried it with me all the way to the building my class was in. i’m sure it completed the look; bare feet, long hair, and this twig. i was as wild as their imaginations wanted me to be. i was content with that. it was enough.
She snapped. Just as easily as it had begun, it had ended. Her journey to the ground had been in vain as the man’s crushing boot descended on her body. It seemed, then, that her life was nothing more than hope, a beginning with such a tragic end- a snap.
I looked at the beautiful pecan tree and was fixated on the falling twig. I wondered what could I do with the twig. Make a wreath, a bird nest, firewood, decorations, etc
trees breakable so flimsy. i snap twigs along the path as i walk. i peel them and bend them and twist them with my hands and them toss them not gently up to the side. twigs are insubstantial, only of note when you step on them barefoot or need to start a fire.
a twig is a fragile stick. its dead or dying quickly, it sooo sad. they are great to burn when they a dried. i hate to see a twig of one of my plants. skinny people twig
A twig fell from the tree with the last leaf of summer as his heart shattered into a million pieces and he fell to the ground. His breath left him in heaving gasps as the twig settled on the ground.
a twig is a part of a branch which normally has leaves. ther are several twigs on a branch and there are many branches on a tree with all of these branches on a large tree you can bet there is a large number of twigs on a large tree.
mini branch, not quite there. it’s a funny four letter word.. so frail and small, yet funny and strangely complex. twigs on branches swaying in the breeze, haha poems… uhm… i could snap you like a twig!!! xD
branches that have fallen. small wooden things but larger than a toothpick. trees. grow into trees. leaves. brown. like mud. ants and other such insects that crawl around and burrow burrow burrow.
it snapped. the sound echoed throughout the empty forest as if i’d set an alarm off. oops. i didn’t mean to disturb. but since i have your attention i have a few requests to make. please stop calling me and yelling at me. i also would ask that you wash your hands after using the bathroom. that’s just gross.
The twig cracked under my feet. Could it be that the ToK is getting older? Or is it just our memories that are fading? That twig that carried our initials, I thought it meant something, but it was so long ago, almost too long.
The twig snapped under Samantha’s boot. She looked around quickly as if someone had been following her. No one. She chuckled to herself and kept on trekking across the terrain.
The twig snapped underfoot. The silence of the forest was completely unnerving, as the absence of wind and even the cawing of birds made it seem like the entire forest was in a vacuum. I felt like I was being followed…
snap. the branch crosses another, like building a fire. the legs cross one another, like building arousal. start with a spark. hope it lights. keep it going with paper and full sized wood. keep warm, don’t let it get out of hand.
Mother earth has granted us this gift, the tree. Twig, you are an arm or fingernail, but you are the living breathing soul. Fly free, noble twig. Be green. Twig. Twig. Twig. Twig. Twiggy.
It fell on deaf ears, the compliment did. To one who constantly dressed to conceal the boney collabones, the ugly wrists, being called a twig was no compliment.
twigs are on trees. nicholas said he had a twig. they’re a type of wood. u can make a fire with it when you go camping. they’re flammbale. birds use them to make nests. they’re on trees. wood. trees. nature.squirrels.
I kind of pity twigs. They get stepped on all the time and no one cares. Don’t people ever realise that without twigs, there won’t be plants? And without plants, we’d be dead. So thank twigs. Without them, we’d be dead!
A twig. It is like a tiny branch. A branch. It is like a tiny tree. A tree. It is like a tiny forest. A forest. It is like a tiny Earth. And when you put this all together, you realize the parts. And every little part, has a little heart. See, each of these parts are part of a world. Or is a world.
And now you see.
Or do I see.
A part of something bigger that is now on its own, the twig has a hard place in life. It knows the joy of being a tree, but now is only a twig. Will it die now that it is on its own?
twig is the part of large tree. It has the capability to develop into a full tree if planted and nurtured. If left to die, a twig separated from the tree looses its life and dies. The twig in the hands of the right person becomes the beginning of a green forest full off trees.
leaf stick green tree apple fruit Eve tacos? Adam god blood satan forest books stories maple winter death spring life rebirth
what do i think about twigs? i dont know why but instantly i think about a fagget, which i guess is a pile of sticks. that is just what comes to mind. twig would be a stick, i feel like twig and stick are pretty synonymous. they are both referring to something smaller than a log, much smaller but nothing too thick, well i guess a stick could be pretty thick but not the kind that would be in a pile of sticks.. for some reason i feel like a pile of sticks would contain smaller sticks, something easy to stomp on
Twiggy is the name of my friend’s friend,
And he is very fond of her.
A sweet relation is what they share,
With lot of respect and care.
He tells me about their adventures,
With twists and turns and memories.
the twig fell off the branch and hit a butterfly which for this night lasted on the verge of death but lived which is why we lost the football game by only a point, even though we suck.
man that freakin twig outside my window is buggin out. it just keeps flowin in the wind al smug and twiglike. i can’t believe the nerve of some innaimate objects. just doing whatever they like without regard to any other objects in the area. holy crap that twig just ate a bird!
the twig was perfect for whatever plan i hadn’t thought up yet. i carried it with me all the way to the building my class was in. i’m sure it completed the look; bare feet, long hair, and this twig. i was as wild as their imaginations wanted me to be. i was content with that. it was enough.
She snapped. Just as easily as it had begun, it had ended. Her journey to the ground had been in vain as the man’s crushing boot descended on her body. It seemed, then, that her life was nothing more than hope, a beginning with such a tragic end- a snap.
I looked at the beautiful pecan tree and was fixated on the falling twig. I wondered what could I do with the twig. Make a wreath, a bird nest, firewood, decorations, etc
trees breakable so flimsy. i snap twigs along the path as i walk. i peel them and bend them and twist them with my hands and them toss them not gently up to the side. twigs are insubstantial, only of note when you step on them barefoot or need to start a fire.
a twig is a fragile stick. its dead or dying quickly, it sooo sad. they are great to burn when they a dried. i hate to see a twig of one of my plants. skinny people twig
twig, as little as you are, and as flimsy as you may look, you can hold more than you let on. You are not as weak as one may think.
it is a bit of a branch. My friend got killed by a twig once.
A twig fell from the tree with the last leaf of summer as his heart shattered into a million pieces and he fell to the ground. His breath left him in heaving gasps as the twig settled on the ground.
a twig is a part of a branch which normally has leaves. ther are several twigs on a branch and there are many branches on a tree with all of these branches on a large tree you can bet there is a large number of twigs on a large tree.
mini branch, not quite there. it’s a funny four letter word.. so frail and small, yet funny and strangely complex. twigs on branches swaying in the breeze, haha poems… uhm… i could snap you like a twig!!! xD
Crunch. Crunch. Snap. Snap.
My floor is the bed of twigs under me. My walls are the trees protecting me. My roof is the sunshine that tears through the trees.
Crunch. Crunch. Snap. Snap.
the frail twig lay bare
bullied by the rain and wind
torn from the strong unbending
branches that have fallen. small wooden things but larger than a toothpick. trees. grow into trees. leaves. brown. like mud. ants and other such insects that crawl around and burrow burrow burrow.
Trees. Flowers. Leaves. Fall. Colors. Cold. Wind. Mittens. Hats. Scarfs. Big coats. Cold noses. Cold toes. I like winter/fall. I like the cold.
lying on the ground
small
brown
short
pointed
one small leaf attached
tan on the inside
twig twig twig twig twig
tree, scronie man, tinie girl, leaves, fall, lawnmomwer, outside, brown, hard, sticks.
it snapped. the sound echoed throughout the empty forest as if i’d set an alarm off. oops. i didn’t mean to disturb. but since i have your attention i have a few requests to make. please stop calling me and yelling at me. i also would ask that you wash your hands after using the bathroom. that’s just gross.
keep holding on… Just stay strong because you know I’m here for you.
I love you. And only you forever and always. You have my heart.
The twig cracked under my feet. Could it be that the ToK is getting older? Or is it just our memories that are fading? That twig that carried our initials, I thought it meant something, but it was so long ago, almost too long.
she showed me
the leaf she
wrote upon,
about why
the leaf
would fall
and twigs,
what are
they but
small thoughts
from thought branches
from soul trees
who reach into sky
and hold deeply beneath
Please, just hold me gently,
I know you aren’t good at it,
Please loosen your grip,
I’m not as strong anymore.
Just stop,
I’m going to snap soon,
I’m breaking,
As your fist,
Crushes every little bit of me.
its a branch 8D
The twig snapped under Samantha’s boot. She looked around quickly as if someone had been following her. No one. She chuckled to herself and kept on trekking across the terrain.
It’s what you say when you want a swig of some hooch but your missing your two front teeth.
it was a day when the sky is sweling with leaves and a warm hair from the day time heating. a twig rp
branch tree skick limes plamts branches wood oak leaves trees green exfoliatebig wood tree woods redwood forest
The twig snapped underfoot. The silence of the forest was completely unnerving, as the absence of wind and even the cawing of birds made it seem like the entire forest was in a vacuum. I felt like I was being followed…
snap. the branch crosses another, like building a fire. the legs cross one another, like building arousal. start with a spark. hope it lights. keep it going with paper and full sized wood. keep warm, don’t let it get out of hand.
Mother earth has granted us this gift, the tree. Twig, you are an arm or fingernail, but you are the living breathing soul. Fly free, noble twig. Be green. Twig. Twig. Twig. Twig. Twiggy.
It fell on deaf ears, the compliment did. To one who constantly dressed to conceal the boney collabones, the ugly wrists, being called a twig was no compliment.
twigs are on trees. nicholas said he had a twig. they’re a type of wood. u can make a fire with it when you go camping. they’re flammbale. birds use them to make nests. they’re on trees. wood. trees. nature.squirrels.