She had the upper hand, he decided.
As her lips grazed his ear, all the hair on his neck stood erect.
Such was her effect.
Seven kisses she did bestow: his upper and lower reaches quivered in anticipation.
She thought she had it all– the money, clothes, car, apartment… everything. She thought these things made her superior to all others; that they ruled her some kind of ‘untouchable’; that no one else was good enough. She thought she had it all until an inferior, or so she thought, asked her about love.
He had the upper hand, he always did. His ability to pull his words from the air and violently throw them at her with skill and precision left her confused and breathless. Unable to respond or recuperate no matter how much she wanted to.
John removed his dentures and set them next to his slushy on the seat beside him in the upper deck behind the right field foul pole which he held down with the right side of his fleshy thigh just above the knee.
On the upper floor lives a fuzzy monster who likes to peek out of the window during the day. One fine morning when the mist rose and floated up to his nostrils, he felt a tickle wiggle the hairs inside his nose. Just then a big red bird perched on top of his head.
Her upper extremities were numb as she awoke. She thought ” what in the hell happened? Where am I?” She did a test, she wiggled her fingers. “That works” she thought. Then she noticed something warm on the back of her head. It was blood, but not hers. Above her on the upper tiers of the bleachers was the body of that weird, shy boy she spotted earlier in the evening. She in horror realized that it happened again. “Fuck, what have I done?”
A man jumped out of balloon in the upper parts of the atmosphere today. He fell over 180,000 feet. It’s amazing what humans have accomplished. To think 15 years ago we didn’t have cell phones
OH, I love this. I think “Upper MIchigan” The UPPER pensinela or however its spelled. Such a fail of mine that I can’t spell worth anything man, if i had three wishes one of the them would be to spell better or to be the best speller in all the land. Upper. The UP. My home for two years. I should have never left. I should have stayied there but really, you can’t keep a fish in a small pond. It was my time to left, I didn’t even tell anyone I just left, University that is well, and went to another one. Ha. just incase you thought I got lost and turned to drugs or something no, I didn’t. I stayed in school and now, I live in Korea where my “Upper” neighbors don’t like us. Funny. I never thought I wouldn’t be able to go north.
When I think about the word, “upper,” it’s always in context with something else. Upper class. Upper echelon. Upper torso. Upper balcony.
How must it feel to be unable to stand alone in the English language.
Upper. I am upper.
On the upper shelf of my being you can find the books that make me who I am. Read through the titles, pick one that seems particularly interesting to you, observe the cover, wonder what it’s about… then put it back unread.
I never understood the point of looking up.
Going up.
Living up.
Upper.
It was never important to me. Why was everything UP, not DOWN? Not everything about down is so bad. Besides, when you look up you have to stay that way. Looking down, you can always change your decisions.
Upper makes me think of a scene in a movie where the guys are on top of the roof and in a chase with the bad guy. Hopping from building to building, electric guitar music, and designer clothing, yet their hair is always untouched.
In the upper shelf of my being you can find the books that made me who I am. Read through the titles, pick one that seems particularly interesting to you, observe the cover, wonder what it’s about… then put it back on the shelf unread.
The upper torso of the beluga whale kept on expanding and expanding until she thought it was sure to burst. A peculiar thing happened then, however. As the whale’s man-shaped body was nearly kaputt she noticed at last that who she was. Finally! What strange fortune brings to weary and persistant travelers and wanderers.
Upper? How the heck am I supposed to write about a word like upper. It’s not even a noun. It’s the word that leaves me trackless. There’s no plot. No story. No character. Just the word upper. Upper as in staircase? Upper as in heaven? What kind of upper are we referring to? I suppose that is for me to come up with since I’m the one writing about it. Oh well.
I once was in the kings home. He was very rude, for he thought he was higher than myself, being a king and I a civilian. But I showed him. I poisoned him. I killed the king. I put him in his place and I in mine. I became the ruler, the god. The most important. I ruled. I was above all else. And everyone else.
The man had no one. He was used to this life. It had been a while since he had seen or spoken to anyone. He stayed by himself in his upper east side flat.
the upper floor was locked. No one had been up there in three days. My father was the one who had the key. He left my mom two days ago. he never let me see the other side of the door. I always wanted to know what was inside.
The upper room of the house was where all the ghostly activity happened. It was bad. The girl had been thrown through the window, and had just recovered. What had once happened here? Why was the ghost so violent? Well, they were there to figure it out.
It’s funny to reply to things with “your upper lip.” For some reason it reminds me of my dad when people say that, probably because he always used to say that for some reason, even when the timing wasn’t appropriate. It’s not really funny anymore though.
The upper levels of the stores in the little town resembled lofts. There was lots of exposed brick and furry rugs. It was nice. Although the amount of hipsters was a bit unnerving.
The upper levels of the building were slowly filling with people, curious about what had happened on the streets below. The water had risen too high for the lower levels to serve at a spectator point. One little girl leaned over the edge, accidentally kicking a rock off into the streaming abyss.
In the upper world of our thoughts and dreams lies a being so omnipotent, so all powerful that we all bow down to the sound of his name. Any being on this earth that powerful would be shot down instantly, never to be heard from again. So why not shoot down the imaginary one in the sky? Because that being is not human, because that being is good.
People that are on the upper classes of popularity are so stuck up… uggh i hate it when they give you that look like you’re just a piece of shit. I knew this one girl who thought she was the most beautiful thing and thought food was the next best.
The upper hand. I had the upper hand and I liked making you squirm. I liked speaking breathily into your ear. You liked it, you also hated that you liked it. She crossed your mind, but you are mine. I have the upper hand and I like watching you squirm.
i used to be so self conscious about my upper lip.it was puberty and life was sucking it up. it was the five o clock shadow of hell.so along with attempting to shaving legs and weird arm hair, then the upper lip is there.and it’s even worse because the boy next to you is probably dreaming of having the peach fuzz that has decided to land on your lip instead of his. oh the blessing and curse of puberty!granted you now actually have a shape to your pudgy body instead of just a mass of awkward teen.
The upper floor beckoned. What was up there anyway. The doorway that lead to the staircase was ornate. The stairs covered in plush red carpet. I noted the sign, “no entrance.” I knew I would ascend those stairs, warning or not. the surprised looks did nothing to bar my entrance. I knew immediately that I was right where I belonged.
Between the lower and the middle i’ve found a difference. Between society and my dream world ive seen the inbetween. But not that… not there not the place of no return where you are above all else. no I deny that existence.
his upper lip lifted in a growl, and he grabbed your hand, shaking his head. ‘Not now.’ He yanks hard and you have to follow, there’s no way you’re going to fight him in a mood like that.
I need the upper hand in this situation. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t stand the people around me. I need to devise a plan and become the leader. I want the power taken out of the hands of the moronic. Soon. Very soon. I just need my chance. I need the upper hand.
A beautiful tattoo, embracing the upper part of her shoulder, telling a story never comprehended by anyone. Memories linger, voices whisper in my head. I should have never left her, I should have never forgotten all the promises once made.
Upper class. That’s what some people are defined as. Shiny bling, and classy dresses. Socialize to show off their new material objects. Look at my new husband, richer than I. What a life.
The thigh? high and mighty upon the utopian Utica crown, king being Seen farther, father faster and faster like It will progress and obsess over all this matter when it been far more
Upper UP. Upper state of mind, the higher state of mind someone can possibly find by just diving into the recesses of their minds. An enigma. But what does this upper level of thinking entail to a person? Are they smarter, do they think differently?
upper year. have things in control. all knowing, understood. know the circles. know the people. know who to talk to . know who not to. know what to do . know what not to do.
lower year. unsure. set back. waiting around for something great to happen. waiting to understand. waiting to be an upper year.
oh the transformation. from upper to lower again.
from butterfly back to caterpillar.
The upper deck of my porch kept leaking. The third time this week that handy man didn’t completely fix something. Him and my wife were always working together, it should be getting done. Strange.
My daughter and wife talk him up greatly; It seems he should be doing a fantastic job the way they go on.
I live in the upper floor of my brain, looking down upon the emotions swirling in the basement floors, screaming when my feet get wet, and staring out the windows of my eyes, wondering when I am going to get out of this godforsaken house of self-made horrors
She had the upper hand, he decided.
As her lips grazed his ear, all the hair on his neck stood erect.
Such was her effect.
Seven kisses she did bestow: his upper and lower reaches quivered in anticipation.
She thought she had it all– the money, clothes, car, apartment… everything. She thought these things made her superior to all others; that they ruled her some kind of ‘untouchable’; that no one else was good enough. She thought she had it all until an inferior, or so she thought, asked her about love.
He had the upper hand, he always did. His ability to pull his words from the air and violently throw them at her with skill and precision left her confused and breathless. Unable to respond or recuperate no matter how much she wanted to.
John removed his dentures and set them next to his slushy on the seat beside him in the upper deck behind the right field foul pole which he held down with the right side of his fleshy thigh just above the knee.
On the upper floor lives a fuzzy monster who likes to peek out of the window during the day. One fine morning when the mist rose and floated up to his nostrils, he felt a tickle wiggle the hairs inside his nose. Just then a big red bird perched on top of his head.
Her upper extremities were numb as she awoke. She thought ” what in the hell happened? Where am I?” She did a test, she wiggled her fingers. “That works” she thought. Then she noticed something warm on the back of her head. It was blood, but not hers. Above her on the upper tiers of the bleachers was the body of that weird, shy boy she spotted earlier in the evening. She in horror realized that it happened again. “Fuck, what have I done?”
A man jumped out of balloon in the upper parts of the atmosphere today. He fell over 180,000 feet. It’s amazing what humans have accomplished. To think 15 years ago we didn’t have cell phones
OH, I love this. I think “Upper MIchigan” The UPPER pensinela or however its spelled. Such a fail of mine that I can’t spell worth anything man, if i had three wishes one of the them would be to spell better or to be the best speller in all the land. Upper. The UP. My home for two years. I should have never left. I should have stayied there but really, you can’t keep a fish in a small pond. It was my time to left, I didn’t even tell anyone I just left, University that is well, and went to another one. Ha. just incase you thought I got lost and turned to drugs or something no, I didn’t. I stayed in school and now, I live in Korea where my “Upper” neighbors don’t like us. Funny. I never thought I wouldn’t be able to go north.
When I think about the word, “upper,” it’s always in context with something else. Upper class. Upper echelon. Upper torso. Upper balcony.
How must it feel to be unable to stand alone in the English language.
Upper. I am upper.
On the upper shelf of my being you can find the books that make me who I am. Read through the titles, pick one that seems particularly interesting to you, observe the cover, wonder what it’s about… then put it back unread.
I never understood the point of looking up.
Going up.
Living up.
Upper.
It was never important to me. Why was everything UP, not DOWN? Not everything about down is so bad. Besides, when you look up you have to stay that way. Looking down, you can always change your decisions.
Upper makes me think of a scene in a movie where the guys are on top of the roof and in a chase with the bad guy. Hopping from building to building, electric guitar music, and designer clothing, yet their hair is always untouched.
In the upper shelf of my being you can find the books that made me who I am. Read through the titles, pick one that seems particularly interesting to you, observe the cover, wonder what it’s about… then put it back on the shelf unread.
The upper torso of the beluga whale kept on expanding and expanding until she thought it was sure to burst. A peculiar thing happened then, however. As the whale’s man-shaped body was nearly kaputt she noticed at last that who she was. Finally! What strange fortune brings to weary and persistant travelers and wanderers.
Upper? How the heck am I supposed to write about a word like upper. It’s not even a noun. It’s the word that leaves me trackless. There’s no plot. No story. No character. Just the word upper. Upper as in staircase? Upper as in heaven? What kind of upper are we referring to? I suppose that is for me to come up with since I’m the one writing about it. Oh well.
I once was in the kings home. He was very rude, for he thought he was higher than myself, being a king and I a civilian. But I showed him. I poisoned him. I killed the king. I put him in his place and I in mine. I became the ruler, the god. The most important. I ruled. I was above all else. And everyone else.
The man had no one. He was used to this life. It had been a while since he had seen or spoken to anyone. He stayed by himself in his upper east side flat.
the upper floor was locked. No one had been up there in three days. My father was the one who had the key. He left my mom two days ago. he never let me see the other side of the door. I always wanted to know what was inside.
The upper room of the house was where all the ghostly activity happened. It was bad. The girl had been thrown through the window, and had just recovered. What had once happened here? Why was the ghost so violent? Well, they were there to figure it out.
It’s funny to reply to things with “your upper lip.” For some reason it reminds me of my dad when people say that, probably because he always used to say that for some reason, even when the timing wasn’t appropriate. It’s not really funny anymore though.
The upper levels of the stores in the little town resembled lofts. There was lots of exposed brick and furry rugs. It was nice. Although the amount of hipsters was a bit unnerving.
The upper levels of the building were slowly filling with people, curious about what had happened on the streets below. The water had risen too high for the lower levels to serve at a spectator point. One little girl leaned over the edge, accidentally kicking a rock off into the streaming abyss.
In the upper world of our thoughts and dreams lies a being so omnipotent, so all powerful that we all bow down to the sound of his name. Any being on this earth that powerful would be shot down instantly, never to be heard from again. So why not shoot down the imaginary one in the sky? Because that being is not human, because that being is good.
People that are on the upper classes of popularity are so stuck up… uggh i hate it when they give you that look like you’re just a piece of shit. I knew this one girl who thought she was the most beautiful thing and thought food was the next best.
Upper or lower
i don’t know what to say.
I like to Cook
This poem makes no sense
Its this even a Poem
Yeah
Upper or Lower
The upper hand. I had the upper hand and I liked making you squirm. I liked speaking breathily into your ear. You liked it, you also hated that you liked it. She crossed your mind, but you are mine. I have the upper hand and I like watching you squirm.
i used to be so self conscious about my upper lip.it was puberty and life was sucking it up. it was the five o clock shadow of hell.so along with attempting to shaving legs and weird arm hair, then the upper lip is there.and it’s even worse because the boy next to you is probably dreaming of having the peach fuzz that has decided to land on your lip instead of his. oh the blessing and curse of puberty!granted you now actually have a shape to your pudgy body instead of just a mass of awkward teen.
The upper floor beckoned. What was up there anyway. The doorway that lead to the staircase was ornate. The stairs covered in plush red carpet. I noted the sign, “no entrance.” I knew I would ascend those stairs, warning or not. the surprised looks did nothing to bar my entrance. I knew immediately that I was right where I belonged.
upperclass
upper lip
supper upper pupper
Hicup-per
The upper portion was marred.
Inside the house the upper apartment was full.
Between the lower and the middle i’ve found a difference. Between society and my dream world ive seen the inbetween. But not that… not there not the place of no return where you are above all else. no I deny that existence.
The upper had his supper of paper with the bookkeeper.
his upper lip lifted in a growl, and he grabbed your hand, shaking his head. ‘Not now.’ He yanks hard and you have to follow, there’s no way you’re going to fight him in a mood like that.
I need the upper hand in this situation. It’s driving me crazy. I can’t stand the people around me. I need to devise a plan and become the leader. I want the power taken out of the hands of the moronic. Soon. Very soon. I just need my chance. I need the upper hand.
A beautiful tattoo, embracing the upper part of her shoulder, telling a story never comprehended by anyone. Memories linger, voices whisper in my head. I should have never left her, I should have never forgotten all the promises once made.
Upper class. That’s what some people are defined as. Shiny bling, and classy dresses. Socialize to show off their new material objects. Look at my new husband, richer than I. What a life.
The thigh? high and mighty upon the utopian Utica crown, king being Seen farther, father faster and faster like It will progress and obsess over all this matter when it been far more
Upper UP. Upper state of mind, the higher state of mind someone can possibly find by just diving into the recesses of their minds. An enigma. But what does this upper level of thinking entail to a person? Are they smarter, do they think differently?
upper year. have things in control. all knowing, understood. know the circles. know the people. know who to talk to . know who not to. know what to do . know what not to do.
lower year. unsure. set back. waiting around for something great to happen. waiting to understand. waiting to be an upper year.
oh the transformation. from upper to lower again.
from butterfly back to caterpillar.
The upper deck of my porch kept leaking. The third time this week that handy man didn’t completely fix something. Him and my wife were always working together, it should be getting done. Strange.
My daughter and wife talk him up greatly; It seems he should be doing a fantastic job the way they go on.
I live in the upper floor of my brain, looking down upon the emotions swirling in the basement floors, screaming when my feet get wet, and staring out the windows of my eyes, wondering when I am going to get out of this godforsaken house of self-made horrors