under the pale blue light, you look like an alien. under any light you look like an alien. but give it some time, you will soon look as beautiful as you are.
So i dug into the dirt with a silver spade and deftly maneuvered my way around the septic tank, bouillon gold, and iron ore. I dug like i was going to China but really I knew, I hoped, that I would not make it past the center of the earth.
never has there been another as bad and never we doubt will there ever be again but as far as we can all tell she was the one and only only to fall under that evil will
Under the red sky, the angry little man puttered in his hellish garden. Weeds, carefully cultivated, sprouted up around the offending vegetables which he meticulously removed.
I’m under the gun it feels sometimes like I’ve got a load bearing down on me I don’t know what to do as there’s only so much time and so little of me and I wonder what it would be like if I were to expend all of my energy, all of my thought, all of my passion, all of my intention behind a single focused effort and drive
I was under the bed,hiding from Gwen. She was this annoying girl who came to my house. She was best friends with my sister.She always followed me around.
I want to feel you under me
to taste your lips
caress your skin with my finger tips
to look into those eyes
and never come up.
I want to be under you
under your spell
the one we all call love.
So deep, I’m drowning.
underneath the proteins and the cells and the bones and the physicality of her skull there was a small, tired old man crouched on a tree stump in a dry and dirty field. the field was empty and the man had a story. he was waiting for them to gather to listen. but they never gathered and deep down, he knew they never would.
under the umbrella with my kitty in my arms we enjoyed the walk under the pouring clouds. later we enjoyed a good nap under my thick quilt…my kitty and I
i’m under your spell, didn’t you know loverboy?
i’m in so deep. so why don’t you just take me under.
under you. if i end up six feet underground, i don’t mind.
Under my skin lies much more than just flesh, blood and bones. It’s lies passion. A passion that undercovers itself that’s just waiting to be discovered.
I just don’t know how to exprese the word under.I think there must be a lot of things under the sea, the sun, the moon, and even the most beautiful smiling faces.
I hate the feeling of being under water for too long. When I was little, I would try really hard to hold myself there, though, and see how long I could hold my breath. Sometimes, I wonder if I don’t still do that metaphorically.
There I sat under the bridde. I couldn’t see the sky, but I could hear the water below me down the slope and the cars zooming by above. it occurs to me…..everything is so separate. Bridges separate the cars from the water, and they are just as much about separation as they are about connections.
she came under the pathway. she was carrying a large gun in her hand and looked like she had been sleeping with dogs for at least a week. she didn’t have anything to loose and everything to kill for.
Under is the opposite of over. What comes to mind when one considers the meanings and examples of “under”? A sexual position, a nursery rhyme, first part of the great Australian television drama “Underbelly”, Underwear! (I like that one).
If I’m going under you’re coming with me. Partner in crime and annoying side kick all a the same time. I might be clumsier but I’m more wiley and you’re going down.
Under the bridge was a bottle. Under the bottle was a damp spot in the dirt where water remained from the morning dew. Under that, well, was the dirt I first sat in with you.
There is nothing more I would like than to be under Jennifer Anniston. Her perfect body bouncing up and down on me while screaming in pleasure. She would reach back and switch holes like a good woman should.
under the bed a monster lurks hes what I am when my conscious is unheard hes what I want when Im drowning in duties… Hes what I want to be to hate, to be angry and take it out and know what I meant when I said what I want im a
and so she sat, beneath the desk, hoping, hoping that the shifting feral form that skulked in the shadows would stay away, would not find her, would not catch a whiff of her fear. she curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and hoped.
I feel the weight. I think I may not be able to get back to the top. i can feel the floor underneath my feet but the effort to move up is not enough, futile.
I cannot understand why we have so many flavors of jelly when there is only one ultimate choice. All the rest are just suckas. Maybe next time we can have two instead of three.
His warmth completely clouded my sanity, his eyes all I could see. It was this moment that I knew I had found the epitome of completion, and while he stared at me with his jade eyes mirroring my own ever so perfectly, I knew I would never, and always, be lonely. Slowly, gently, he trapped me below him for one last heart-breaking and passionate kiss before collapsing to the real world.
When I was under the influence of drugs and alcohol I found myself particularly under the weather the following day. I think this has something to do with your immune system going under due to the mix of aforementioned influences. This is under surprising.
Which I thing is the non-abbreviation for unsurprising.
sunk, vortex – a cave in which i am everything and nothing and sure and unsure and black and white – under pressure, underground, barely seen, barely known, barely heard – i want my words to echo loudly but they have faded by the time they reach the surface –
the key
slipped under the door
it was silver and it was
shining
it
sparked stars
in her sorrowful eyes
till they weren’t sorrowful anymore
it was her
freedom
but despite all the
hope and happiness
it gave her
in the end
it was only her tragedy
He was a slumdog, living on the underbelly of society, ignored by the upper and middle classes. He would beg for a few cents of change every day, just so he could buy some bread and water to survive. The future looked bleak.
Under the spacious opening. Can we imagine how many stars are falling tonight? It’s amazing how vast this world is, this universe. Is it possible that we’re only tied to only one significant other? It’s surreal.
under the pale blue light, you look like an alien. under any light you look like an alien. but give it some time, you will soon look as beautiful as you are.
So i dug into the dirt with a silver spade and deftly maneuvered my way around the septic tank, bouillon gold, and iron ore. I dug like i was going to China but really I knew, I hoped, that I would not make it past the center of the earth.
never has there been another as bad and never we doubt will there ever be again but as far as we can all tell she was the one and only only to fall under that evil will
Under the red sky, the angry little man puttered in his hellish garden. Weeds, carefully cultivated, sprouted up around the offending vegetables which he meticulously removed.
I’m under the gun it feels sometimes like I’ve got a load bearing down on me I don’t know what to do as there’s only so much time and so little of me and I wonder what it would be like if I were to expend all of my energy, all of my thought, all of my passion, all of my intention behind a single focused effort and drive
I was under the bed,hiding from Gwen. She was this annoying girl who came to my house. She was best friends with my sister.She always followed me around.
I want to feel you under me
to taste your lips
caress your skin with my finger tips
to look into those eyes
and never come up.
I want to be under you
under your spell
the one we all call love.
So deep, I’m drowning.
underneath the proteins and the cells and the bones and the physicality of her skull there was a small, tired old man crouched on a tree stump in a dry and dirty field. the field was empty and the man had a story. he was waiting for them to gather to listen. but they never gathered and deep down, he knew they never would.
under the umbrella with my kitty in my arms we enjoyed the walk under the pouring clouds. later we enjoyed a good nap under my thick quilt…my kitty and I
underneath the apple tree a man snored, curled up beside his faithful dog. the dog looked out on the garden and yearned to chase the pigeons
from beneath the sun: “what lies above?”
i’m under your spell, didn’t you know loverboy?
i’m in so deep. so why don’t you just take me under.
under you. if i end up six feet underground, i don’t mind.
i’m in so much trouble.
I am under your thumb and there’s no way to escape.
The mumbler dives under the blunder come from her and hides from what’s right all in spite of a number.
Under my skin lies much more than just flesh, blood and bones. It’s lies passion. A passion that undercovers itself that’s just waiting to be discovered.
Beneath. An object placed below something else. Under the sea… underneath… fall under a spell
I just don’t know how to exprese the word under.I think there must be a lot of things under the sea, the sun, the moon, and even the most beautiful smiling faces.
The influence. The knife. Out of sight. How can we effect change on so superficial a level and think it has any significance whatsoever?
Over the limit, under arrest.
Under duress.
I hate the feeling of being under water for too long. When I was little, I would try really hard to hold myself there, though, and see how long I could hold my breath. Sometimes, I wonder if I don’t still do that metaphorically.
There I sat under the bridde. I couldn’t see the sky, but I could hear the water below me down the slope and the cars zooming by above. it occurs to me…..everything is so separate. Bridges separate the cars from the water, and they are just as much about separation as they are about connections.
she came under the pathway. she was carrying a large gun in her hand and looked like she had been sleeping with dogs for at least a week. she didn’t have anything to loose and everything to kill for.
Under is the opposite of over. What comes to mind when one considers the meanings and examples of “under”? A sexual position, a nursery rhyme, first part of the great Australian television drama “Underbelly”, Underwear! (I like that one).
If I’m going under you’re coming with me. Partner in crime and annoying side kick all a the same time. I might be clumsier but I’m more wiley and you’re going down.
Under the bridge was a bottle. Under the bottle was a damp spot in the dirt where water remained from the morning dew. Under that, well, was the dirt I first sat in with you.
when over the hills squats everything, sometimes it’s better to have good a grasp on nothing
There is nothing more I would like than to be under Jennifer Anniston. Her perfect body bouncing up and down on me while screaming in pleasure. She would reach back and switch holes like a good woman should.
under the bed a monster lurks hes what I am when my conscious is unheard hes what I want when Im drowning in duties… Hes what I want to be to hate, to be angry and take it out and know what I meant when I said what I want im a
the bridge down town is where i drew some blood.
John wasnt sure if they were the right words but he sang along anyways……..
and so she sat, beneath the desk, hoping, hoping that the shifting feral form that skulked in the shadows would stay away, would not find her, would not catch a whiff of her fear. she curled up into a ball, closed her eyes, and hoped.
I feel the weight. I think I may not be able to get back to the top. i can feel the floor underneath my feet but the effort to move up is not enough, futile.
Under the couch was my dead cat
Under the weather
Under their foot
Under your spell..
Under there.
Under where?
Hahahaha.
You just said underwear.
I cannot understand why we have so many flavors of jelly when there is only one ultimate choice. All the rest are just suckas. Maybe next time we can have two instead of three.
His warmth completely clouded my sanity, his eyes all I could see. It was this moment that I knew I had found the epitome of completion, and while he stared at me with his jade eyes mirroring my own ever so perfectly, I knew I would never, and always, be lonely. Slowly, gently, he trapped me below him for one last heart-breaking and passionate kiss before collapsing to the real world.
When I was under the influence of drugs and alcohol I found myself particularly under the weather the following day. I think this has something to do with your immune system going under due to the mix of aforementioned influences. This is under surprising.
Which I thing is the non-abbreviation for unsurprising.
sunk, vortex – a cave in which i am everything and nothing and sure and unsure and black and white – under pressure, underground, barely seen, barely known, barely heard – i want my words to echo loudly but they have faded by the time they reach the surface –
the key
slipped under the door
it was silver and it was
shining
it
sparked stars
in her sorrowful eyes
till they weren’t sorrowful anymore
it was her
freedom
but despite all the
hope and happiness
it gave her
in the end
it was only her tragedy
He was a slumdog, living on the underbelly of society, ignored by the upper and middle classes. He would beg for a few cents of change every day, just so he could buy some bread and water to survive. The future looked bleak.
Then one day, opportunity knocked on his door.
Under the spacious opening. Can we imagine how many stars are falling tonight? It’s amazing how vast this world is, this universe. Is it possible that we’re only tied to only one significant other? It’s surreal.