The opposite of over, which to me means less than. Weird, I know. I associate over with more & under with less becasue over is like having more & when you’re under, well, it’s like having less.
Slipping under this black thought, with its octopus-tendrils reaching inside and leeching the life out of me, one drop of blood at a time. Once it gets a tase, it doesn’t let go. It chokes me tightwer and tighter. As it feeds, it grows. Not good enough, it whispers.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what people mean by getting “pulled under” in the metaphorical sense. It never seems to happen to me. Am I too observant? Too controlling? Why can’t I let go and succumb to the current like everyone else? I’m a “go-with-the-flow” kind of girl, so why won’t the flow just take me and let me ride along?
Its been so long, i don’t know what breathing should feel like. I have lost all concept of time and space, as i float (or is it fall) within this viscous fluid. I can’t remember ever not being here, and it seems that there never was a begining to begin with.
Under? Why should I write about under? I want a better word. Or more pertinently, I want a word that involves things like ‘over’ and ‘top’ and ‘freakishly’. But I guess now I’m resigned to having ‘under’ as my inspiration word.
A short play about the word ‘under’:
Man: I’m under a log!
Man2: Quick, get out!
he always wanted to tidy
couldn’t leave the soil unturned
didn’t care what was hidden under
that pile of things you burned
couldn’t understand
some things were better left unsaid
nothing made him quiet
but that spade cracking his head.
Underneath the smile, underneath the skin
There’s something else
Something darker
Sinister
Black like tar
Bubbling
Burning
Boiiling over
Underneath her lying eyes
I was under the bridge
I was drowning.
How did i get here?
oh right.
I heard Sammy yelling my name.
it’s gurbled by the water.
i sink
my chest consticts and four glorious moment i cant breatth
i dint want to
but sammy’s voice reminds me
why i can’t just go under
i’m upside down and kicking and kicking and
air
air!
breath! breath!
i choke on the pourong rain that dove from the sky to the water crashing with me into the murky water to make it just a little more pure.
Sammy, hysterical now since i hadn’t responded to his frantic cries- is he crying?
i wade the storm wanes
i’m steady in the currents
i look up from under him
i smile
under. over. around.
directions without sound.
the world turns, round and round
rocking like a boat
side to side
will the boat tip?
will it take a dip?
Among the bubbles and foam
where large plastic ducks roam
will the sailor’s make it home?
will it forever be lost at sea?
Or will a child’s hand guide it free?
Underneath the trees, green grass grows. The grass is meek and tall and spurts butterflies like sunshine. Titties, titties, underneath Bob Barker. Life couldn’t be much darker. My friend has a treehouse underneath the gutters.
the children walked to the liquor store that day and after stealing a carton of milk while the stoned clerk was touching himself under the counter left and found under the dirtied welcome mat: under.
She pulled the covers over her head, sighing heavily, mocking the content gust of air that had escaped from him a moment earlier. She knew, without looking, that he was glaring at her now, rolling his eyes as he rolled her in his arms.
I was walking down the street and there was a police warning tape stretching in my path. In a hurry, I went under the tape and found myself face to face with my mother. She was dead from a mugging.
I looked under the bed, under the sink, even under the sofa, but I could not find my keys. I was already running late and had a big meeting first thing. Today was not going to be a good day. Things were out of my control.
under cover
under the sheets
we are under cover agents
looking for
the next big
seceret
it is hidden inside
up my dress
under your shirt
take a peek
become the next
super
spy
under neath my
sweat
and
skin
I was under the impression that Johnny didn’t like me too much, but he liked me just enough to keep returning to our bus and sitting next to me. I, on the other had, would have preferred solitude, and the very obvious statements about me wanting him to leave still had no impact.
Underground is a place warm and safe from the inevitable devestation that will engrave its terrible legacy upon the Earth’s surface when my girlfriend gets back from pilates and finds out I ate all of her peanut butter.
He was feeling under the weather, so he enlisted his go-to cure — porno. With his cool-guy shades and retro chapeau, he ducked into the newsstand on the corner and perused the titles. His lids grew heavy from the cold medicine as his eyes rested on his choice.
Under the table she hid, holding her breath in anticipation for what she dreaded most. She was scared, but felt safe here, protected by the solid sturdy wood above her. As she waited a bit longer, she heard the words she had been waiting for– ready or not, here I come!
She woke up– it had only been a dream. She sat up rubbing her eyes, wishing the most of her worries was winning a game of hide and seek.
underhe table listenin to ti featurin jt on dead and gone i went to get some bon i no the ti is cool the ti just let me swim in his swimming pool yeah so did lil weezy baby llllll like alolipop
I live my life under this incredible weight
The guilt from my past,
how long will it last.
It tears me down with unbelievable hate
I can’t let it consume me
my life is my own
I’m under the influence, but I can still see a light in the darkness.
That’s hope, isn’t it?
And the light wouldn’t be there if it didn’t want me to have it would it? Light isn’t evil.
Why it stays for me, I don’t know. But I am thankful.
I’m under this spell and I don’t know how to get out.
Not only do I love you like the sun and rain and moon
(only sometimes do I realize that you aren’t perfect)
but I like him,
and he’s off limits for at least another year.
And celebrities are looking all the better to me all the time.
But I still love you.
and I will.
and I miss you.
and I will.
Will you miss me though?
I hope.
Because I know you love me too.
Under the moon light I sit and smile, the luminescence fills me with wonder and all of it’s majesty is filling me with hope – a sense I’ve not felt in a long time. I sigh with releif. I am home.
he lived under a tree for most his life. alone and happy. he would befriend the stars each night and give them woodland names like thumper and bambi. he was strange like that.
The opposite of over, which to me means less than. Weird, I know. I associate over with more & under with less becasue over is like having more & when you’re under, well, it’s like having less.
Slipping under this black thought, with its octopus-tendrils reaching inside and leeching the life out of me, one drop of blood at a time. Once it gets a tase, it doesn’t let go. It chokes me tightwer and tighter. As it feeds, it grows. Not good enough, it whispers.
I don’t think I’ll ever understand what people mean by getting “pulled under” in the metaphorical sense. It never seems to happen to me. Am I too observant? Too controlling? Why can’t I let go and succumb to the current like everyone else? I’m a “go-with-the-flow” kind of girl, so why won’t the flow just take me and let me ride along?
Its been so long, i don’t know what breathing should feel like. I have lost all concept of time and space, as i float (or is it fall) within this viscous fluid. I can’t remember ever not being here, and it seems that there never was a begining to begin with.
under the bed:
-one pair of pink high tops
-old typewriter
-some paint
-a box
-dirty clothes
-last semesters papers
-my roomate
-my boyfriend
-love
-world peace
-GLITTER!
Under..
First thing.
Im going under.
But im not.
Im just a pathetic human
thinking more of her own existence
than the worlds pain
Under? Why should I write about under? I want a better word. Or more pertinently, I want a word that involves things like ‘over’ and ‘top’ and ‘freakishly’. But I guess now I’m resigned to having ‘under’ as my inspiration word.
A short play about the word ‘under’:
Man: I’m under a log!
Man2: Quick, get out!
he always wanted to tidy
couldn’t leave the soil unturned
didn’t care what was hidden under
that pile of things you burned
couldn’t understand
some things were better left unsaid
nothing made him quiet
but that spade cracking his head.
Underneath the smile, underneath the skin
There’s something else
Something darker
Sinister
Black like tar
Bubbling
Burning
Boiiling over
Underneath her lying eyes
I was under the bridge
I was drowning.
How did i get here?
oh right.
I heard Sammy yelling my name.
it’s gurbled by the water.
i sink
my chest consticts and four glorious moment i cant breatth
i dint want to
but sammy’s voice reminds me
why i can’t just go under
i’m upside down and kicking and kicking and
air
air!
breath! breath!
i choke on the pourong rain that dove from the sky to the water crashing with me into the murky water to make it just a little more pure.
Sammy, hysterical now since i hadn’t responded to his frantic cries- is he crying?
i wade the storm wanes
i’m steady in the currents
i look up from under him
i smile
Beneath the sea, darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter, take it from me.
Beneath the sea, darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter, under the sea.
I COME FROM THE LAND DOWN UNDER UNDER
WHERE THE WOMEN GLOW AND THE MEN PLUNDER PLUNDER
I COME FROM THE LAND DOWN UNDER UNDER
WHERE THE WOMEN GLOW AND PLUNDER
under everything, i just want to be happy
under. over. around.
directions without sound.
the world turns, round and round
rocking like a boat
side to side
will the boat tip?
will it take a dip?
Among the bubbles and foam
where large plastic ducks roam
will the sailor’s make it home?
will it forever be lost at sea?
Or will a child’s hand guide it free?
you said you didn’t want to see me. and i went under again.
Underneath the trees, green grass grows. The grass is meek and tall and spurts butterflies like sunshine. Titties, titties, underneath Bob Barker. Life couldn’t be much darker. My friend has a treehouse underneath the gutters.
the children walked to the liquor store that day and after stealing a carton of milk while the stoned clerk was touching himself under the counter left and found under the dirtied welcome mat: under.
She pulled the covers over her head, sighing heavily, mocking the content gust of air that had escaped from him a moment earlier. She knew, without looking, that he was glaring at her now, rolling his eyes as he rolled her in his arms.
I was walking down the street and there was a police warning tape stretching in my path. In a hurry, I went under the tape and found myself face to face with my mother. She was dead from a mugging.
I looked under the bed, under the sink, even under the sofa, but I could not find my keys. I was already running late and had a big meeting first thing. Today was not going to be a good day. Things were out of my control.
under cover
under the sheets
we are under cover agents
looking for
the next big
seceret
it is hidden inside
up my dress
under your shirt
take a peek
become the next
super
spy
under neath my
sweat
and
skin
I was under the impression that Johnny didn’t like me too much, but he liked me just enough to keep returning to our bus and sitting next to me. I, on the other had, would have preferred solitude, and the very obvious statements about me wanting him to leave still had no impact.
under the sun, the rain falls.
under the dirt, the bodies hide.
under the rain, the dirt washes away.
the bodies exposed
under the s
Underground is a place warm and safe from the inevitable devestation that will engrave its terrible legacy upon the Earth’s surface when my girlfriend gets back from pilates and finds out I ate all of her peanut butter.
Something’s under my skin. Something that has it’s claws deep inside me. A beautiful little monster…I think it’s love.
It whispers in my head, turns my eyes, follows me. Underneath everything I do is its influence.
He was feeling under the weather, so he enlisted his go-to cure — porno. With his cool-guy shades and retro chapeau, he ducked into the newsstand on the corner and perused the titles. His lids grew heavy from the cold medicine as his eyes rested on his choice.
Under the table she hid, holding her breath in anticipation for what she dreaded most. She was scared, but felt safe here, protected by the solid sturdy wood above her. As she waited a bit longer, she heard the words she had been waiting for– ready or not, here I come!
She woke up– it had only been a dream. She sat up rubbing her eyes, wishing the most of her worries was winning a game of hide and seek.
underhe table listenin to ti featurin jt on dead and gone i went to get some bon i no the ti is cool the ti just let me swim in his swimming pool yeah so did lil weezy baby llllll like alolipop
All I want,
all I’ve ever wanted really,
was to hold your hand
while lying under the stars.
That’s all.
i was under the table hiding
All I wanted was to crawl out from under your influence. I didn’t realize until later that it was permanent, and escape was merely an illusion.
I live my life under this incredible weight
The guilt from my past,
how long will it last.
It tears me down with unbelievable hate
I can’t let it consume me
my life is my own
I’m under the influence, but I can still see a light in the darkness.
That’s hope, isn’t it?
And the light wouldn’t be there if it didn’t want me to have it would it? Light isn’t evil.
Why it stays for me, I don’t know. But I am thankful.
Thank you.
-Amen
I’m under this spell and I don’t know how to get out.
Not only do I love you like the sun and rain and moon
(only sometimes do I realize that you aren’t perfect)
but I like him,
and he’s off limits for at least another year.
And celebrities are looking all the better to me all the time.
But I still love you.
and I will.
and I miss you.
and I will.
Will you miss me though?
I hope.
Because I know you love me too.
under below cowgirl squash ground burial funural death hell katherine sub subterrain sublevel elevator sky moon
I am under your spell. Baby, I’m under your spell. You might’ve bewitched me, but babe you won’t miss me. You witch, hon. I’m under your spell.
Under the moon light I sit and smile, the luminescence fills me with wonder and all of it’s majesty is filling me with hope – a sense I’ve not felt in a long time. I sigh with releif. I am home.
he lived under a tree for most his life. alone and happy. he would befriend the stars each night and give them woodland names like thumper and bambi. he was strange like that.