Under the banyan tree.
We lie there any look at tne sky.
You, me, and the magistic cloud in the shape of phoenix.
There is no yesterdar, no tomorrow, no time..
Just now.
the roof was the house I didn’t want to be in anymore. I loved the place since I had grown up, but there was something about the way the light came in through the window the same way every time, every time, that I finally said to myself, “I need to get out of here.”
One of the strangest words, easiest concepts. Under. To be below something. But if there is no gravity, no point of perception in that way, is there an under still to be found? I mean, are we under the Sun? There’s just layers and layers of stuff everywhere, inside us and outside us, and calling something under or over is kind of useful maybe I guess but it makes me sick sometimes.
She was under the weather that morning and her body reflected her inner turmoil as vividly as the red blood drops that speckled the white snow she was shuffling away from. She felt her soul had withered away and disentegrated into dust and that a digusted gust of wind had blown her filthy remains away and the whole world had rejoiced at being clean again. She was now just a hollow carcus walking away like nothing had happened because she was nothing herself.
I’ve lived under a rock for too long. When will it be my time? Time to begin and bloom, time to cherish and time to fly. A time of other things, far-way mansions on the moon.
Under everything there is always that one thing that controls everything you do, you feel and your life and under it all there is nothing so is there something or nothing and that is what you need to understand ;)
I live under a volcano, its kinda scary. i dont like volcanos at all i used to have a phobia of them but now its gone a bit. I remember the nursery rhyme about the 3 billy goats gruff with the troll UNDER the bridge. wouldnt it be scary seeing an ugly troll under the bridge you want to cross? I think it would. I play UNDERwater hockey too. Its where you go on the bottom of the pool with a puck which is really heavy and you have heaps of gear which is quite expensive. You wear long diving fins, a strange wax glove, a mask and snorkle and have mini sticks which are either black or white but the black looks grey and not black. In waterpolo you can get dunked UNDER the water!! hehe times up!
The water consumed all, all directions and cordinates covered in everlasting blue. I sat upon a pillar of sand, the others built castles and tanned. The jubilation of shore could never reach me, but the water had equally difficult of a journey in it’s attempts. My pillar was all that stood, now an island.
Over. High. Low. Lo and behold the Underworld where your soul is destined to suffer for eternity. Everyone ends up here anyways, so there’s no point in crying over the inevitable.
Under the bed lays the world of the unknown. The world were little children dare not to wonder and where socks always seem to far away. Under the lurks my deepest fears and his craziest dreams. Under this bed we will build a city one wonderful and full of imagination.
Underneath there are things hidden. Lies, broken hearts, memories that want to be forgotten. You can never know what is underneath, but never just look at what’s on the surface.
Under the bridge over the sites of entirety. that is what I think with under. And trolls. I think about trolls which are really scary. I think my family are trolls because they live under a bridge. There I used it again. Bridge…wait I meant to say under. I used the word under again. Which if you think about it under is just an odd word.
Under no circumstances she would be willing to accept his offer. It would only mean her complete surrender to such life: the one she had been leading but refused to keep on living.
under the weather, under my heart, under thinking things. not listening. why do we do things under the best that we can do them. under the wether. despite it all being here, being here in our hands. we need to hug it. need to emabrace, to be passionate, to jump up to it, there is not more under. except under a a cool cold shadow of the largest tree we know.
Underneath the mossy tree out in the woods there’s a small box covered in stickers. I hid it out there when I was younger and I overheard someone saying that everything ended. I figured if I put my dearest items far away from everything, they’d be safe.
You’re pulling me in like an undercurrent, strapping me with talons and wires and jagged lines. I don’t know what will happen, what you want to happen, just that they will. This dread claws at my throat and pushes me under, pushes me back, until there’s nothing but the vastness of an overwhelming feeling neither of us can escape.
under the bed is where you’ll find me constantly hiding from the fear inside me there is no place to hide from yourself and your worst enemy is the thought your shinning on as a joke that you took wrong never was there a place so filled with unruly hate
I fell under the branch and immediatly felt the grass tickle my cheeks. Ths smell made me feel safe and adventurous. I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out a recently sharpened pencil. I found a leal next to my pantleg and began to write down my favorite words, no order was needed, just the words I had learned along the way that stuck with me. Some of them were about nature, like I was immersed in, but others were related to love, thoughts, fanfare, intelligence, longing and creating a special world.
Underneath it all, you are so beautiful. I love to see what to you unmask everytime we make love, the excitement overwhelms me with what you can offer by just looking at me. It’s love and it comes from under. I love you Brian.
Underneath that blue sky we would run and play for hours. Her hair, braided into fishtails, would sway against her thin back as she ran, laughing, from my outstretched palm. Her checkered dress rose and fell in large flowing motions against the windy backdrop of a world we took for granted.
He was under the table, crying softly. He wasn’t scared, just annoyed at why he could not properly explain why he just didn’t WANT to sing “Molly Malone” for his father’s cousin who was visiting from America.
Being under pressure is something no one likes to be in. It sometimes make you go crazy and at the same time it makes you learn a lot of things about yourself. If you have never been under pressure at your workplace, home, with outside world, then you have missed a lot of things.
“Under the bridge” is a song by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It is also where the troll sits, for that is where he can collect the toll. Under the bridge is where our differences should flow, like rivers do.
It is under the sky that life bloomed on the surface of the earth for the first time. The creatures rose from under the water and dug their claws into the soil.
The sinking feeling I get takes me there. Under the folds of the Earth. Under reality. Off to the land where genius flows and Fire burns dark. Take me down and let me bleed, for it is not torture to me. It is expression. Put me under, Doc.
underneath it all what are we really. i mean really. when we peel back the makeup layers of foundation and concealer and mascara and take off the labels that define us, we’re more alike.
Underwater. my favorite place in the world. It can make you feel powerful and strong. You can feel vulnerable and exposed. A swimming pool is an impressionable mass- you face your own ego and psyche beneath the chlorinated blues. The ocean is a force of nature- you can only hope to hold on as it takes you under.
Under the banyan tree.
We lie there any look at tne sky.
You, me, and the magistic cloud in the shape of phoenix.
There is no yesterdar, no tomorrow, no time..
Just now.
the roof was the house I didn’t want to be in anymore. I loved the place since I had grown up, but there was something about the way the light came in through the window the same way every time, every time, that I finally said to myself, “I need to get out of here.”
One of the strangest words, easiest concepts. Under. To be below something. But if there is no gravity, no point of perception in that way, is there an under still to be found? I mean, are we under the Sun? There’s just layers and layers of stuff everywhere, inside us and outside us, and calling something under or over is kind of useful maybe I guess but it makes me sick sometimes.
She was under the weather that morning and her body reflected her inner turmoil as vividly as the red blood drops that speckled the white snow she was shuffling away from. She felt her soul had withered away and disentegrated into dust and that a digusted gust of wind had blown her filthy remains away and the whole world had rejoiced at being clean again. She was now just a hollow carcus walking away like nothing had happened because she was nothing herself.
I’ve lived under a rock for too long. When will it be my time? Time to begin and bloom, time to cherish and time to fly. A time of other things, far-way mansions on the moon.
Under everything there is always that one thing that controls everything you do, you feel and your life and under it all there is nothing so is there something or nothing and that is what you need to understand ;)
I live under a volcano, its kinda scary. i dont like volcanos at all i used to have a phobia of them but now its gone a bit. I remember the nursery rhyme about the 3 billy goats gruff with the troll UNDER the bridge. wouldnt it be scary seeing an ugly troll under the bridge you want to cross? I think it would. I play UNDERwater hockey too. Its where you go on the bottom of the pool with a puck which is really heavy and you have heaps of gear which is quite expensive. You wear long diving fins, a strange wax glove, a mask and snorkle and have mini sticks which are either black or white but the black looks grey and not black. In waterpolo you can get dunked UNDER the water!! hehe times up!
Under the palm trees I lie, thoughts spinning in my head. I can’t believe this is happening to me. Not right now.
I’m in such a beautiful place, so relaxing and wonderful, but the most terrifying thing I’ve ever heard of is about to take place..
Under the sun, there shall be nothing new, they say. But every time I see the sun, I know, every moment is new.
The water consumed all, all directions and cordinates covered in everlasting blue. I sat upon a pillar of sand, the others built castles and tanned. The jubilation of shore could never reach me, but the water had equally difficult of a journey in it’s attempts. My pillar was all that stood, now an island.
Over. High. Low. Lo and behold the Underworld where your soul is destined to suffer for eternity. Everyone ends up here anyways, so there’s no point in crying over the inevitable.
I have a cat .he like like to stay under the table.he like to eat meat under the table.
and sleep under the table.
I have a cat .he like like to stay under the table.
Under a tree we sat, we stayed and we cried. But we never figured out the what shade the gave us.
Underneath it all ,no matter how bad your day , every night come to an end .
i hide under the table and my brother can’t find me. He call me and i go out to scare him.He scared by me .
underwear on my head.and its so smelly. what smell is that.it my underwear and its smelly.And my friend smell smell it
Under the bed lays the world of the unknown. The world were little children dare not to wonder and where socks always seem to far away. Under the lurks my deepest fears and his craziest dreams. Under this bed we will build a city one wonderful and full of imagination.
Underneath there are things hidden. Lies, broken hearts, memories that want to be forgotten. You can never know what is underneath, but never just look at what’s on the surface.
Under the bridge over the sites of entirety. that is what I think with under. And trolls. I think about trolls which are really scary. I think my family are trolls because they live under a bridge. There I used it again. Bridge…wait I meant to say under. I used the word under again. Which if you think about it under is just an odd word.
Under no circumstances she would be willing to accept his offer. It would only mean her complete surrender to such life: the one she had been leading but refused to keep on living.
under the weather, under my heart, under thinking things. not listening. why do we do things under the best that we can do them. under the wether. despite it all being here, being here in our hands. we need to hug it. need to emabrace, to be passionate, to jump up to it, there is not more under. except under a a cool cold shadow of the largest tree we know.
Underneath the mossy tree out in the woods there’s a small box covered in stickers. I hid it out there when I was younger and I overheard someone saying that everything ended. I figured if I put my dearest items far away from everything, they’d be safe.
You’re pulling me in like an undercurrent, strapping me with talons and wires and jagged lines. I don’t know what will happen, what you want to happen, just that they will. This dread claws at my throat and pushes me under, pushes me back, until there’s nothing but the vastness of an overwhelming feeling neither of us can escape.
under the bed is where you’ll find me constantly hiding from the fear inside me there is no place to hide from yourself and your worst enemy is the thought your shinning on as a joke that you took wrong never was there a place so filled with unruly hate
I fell under the branch and immediatly felt the grass tickle my cheeks. Ths smell made me feel safe and adventurous. I dug my hand into my pocket and pulled out a recently sharpened pencil. I found a leal next to my pantleg and began to write down my favorite words, no order was needed, just the words I had learned along the way that stuck with me. Some of them were about nature, like I was immersed in, but others were related to love, thoughts, fanfare, intelligence, longing and creating a special world.
Underneath it all, you are so beautiful. I love to see what to you unmask everytime we make love, the excitement overwhelms me with what you can offer by just looking at me. It’s love and it comes from under. I love you Brian.
below less tall dark space of a table where dust lives where to go to hide the lump of covers everything on a cloudy day but the clouds
Underneath that blue sky we would run and play for hours. Her hair, braided into fishtails, would sway against her thin back as she ran, laughing, from my outstretched palm. Her checkered dress rose and fell in large flowing motions against the windy backdrop of a world we took for granted.
He was under the table, crying softly. He wasn’t scared, just annoyed at why he could not properly explain why he just didn’t WANT to sing “Molly Malone” for his father’s cousin who was visiting from America.
Being under pressure is something no one likes to be in. It sometimes make you go crazy and at the same time it makes you learn a lot of things about yourself. If you have never been under pressure at your workplace, home, with outside world, then you have missed a lot of things.
“Under the bridge” is a song by the Red Hot Chili Peppers. It is also where the troll sits, for that is where he can collect the toll. Under the bridge is where our differences should flow, like rivers do.
What?Under?Like Under?
Fine.Once I got under a magic spell and never could come back.Then I became a vampire.
It is under the sky that life bloomed on the surface of the earth for the first time. The creatures rose from under the water and dug their claws into the soil.
The sinking feeling I get takes me there. Under the folds of the Earth. Under reality. Off to the land where genius flows and Fire burns dark. Take me down and let me bleed, for it is not torture to me. It is expression. Put me under, Doc.
The sheets are soft
Muffling the alarm
Dulling the cold
I blink my sleepy eyes
And dive
Under the fluffy white waves
My kind of ocean
Ariel is the most anti-feminist Disney princess ever. I still like her though because she’s got such wanderlust and that’s a thing I value. In theory.
underneath it all what are we really. i mean really. when we peel back the makeup layers of foundation and concealer and mascara and take off the labels that define us, we’re more alike.
Under rated. Under powered. Under privileged.
Understand.
This means nothing. We are nothing. I am nothing.
Understood.
Underwater. my favorite place in the world. It can make you feel powerful and strong. You can feel vulnerable and exposed. A swimming pool is an impressionable mass- you face your own ego and psyche beneath the chlorinated blues. The ocean is a force of nature- you can only hope to hold on as it takes you under.