The veins show on your arms
and I can feel the warmth coming from your skin.
The blood is flowing through your body.
Do you realize how fragile we are?
Just cut open an important vein and life will be over.
Our heart will stop beating and our souls will leave the earth.
the veins in his neck and along his temple throb. they pulse rhythmically, emphasizing his every word. i stare at them, as if i can see the blood flowing freely through his body. he notices i am no longer listening,
you ain’t kidding are you, the veins ought to be the ones that let me travel, unravel the mysteries surrounding the mother earth, i left this planet to kiss good bye, and i wasn’t a time traveler.
you ain’t kidding are you, the veins ought to be the ones that let me travel, unravel the mysteries surrounding the mother earth, i left this planet to kiss good bye, and i wasn’t a time traveler.
fucking veins, they’re heins i ain’t got no brains, else why would i be in stains? bullshit! i ain’t taking no more, you betcha i got to see what it is way more,
the veins filled with blood are ripped open in the name of science, in the name of charity, in the name of depression, in the name of addiction. the blood flows into the streets of the putrid innocent to taint their lives with the pureness of their bodies
cold, and red. not mine, to slash. vampires. wanted to kiss edward. love, blood. hope. once upon a time there was a vapire named edward. cute, wanted to suck blood. but a
Vein flow blood, coursing through my body. I can feel the rush, continuously helping me live, if only for just one moment. Because when you’re in the woods, anything can happen.
Doctors tell us to protect them, yet all our food does is clog them. Out blood passes through to go to our heart, to our lungs to receive the vital air we need to live. My veins are blue when I can see them though my skin, on my grandma’s hands you can see all of her veins.
I cut into them and watch my blood pour. I can only think of the pain caused to my heart. Ht eonly thing that relieves me is the sight of my blood. Viens, so small, so fargile, so easy to hurt, to cut.
Your hand took hold of mine, squeezing it softly you whispered beautiful words, ones that were meant to sooth my soul. I wish i could remember them. But no, only your wrinkly hand, the purple shade it held and the veins that popped out of it from so many iv needles were the only things i remember as i kneel before your casket.
kaj je to, vene? vene. zaboravi covjek da sve pise na engleskom. sve je uvijek na engleskom. pih. da zaboravim hrvatski? ili da prvo naucim tipkati? sta je korisnije – uciti ili zaboravljati? ;)
Under the skin, so clear and lucid…pulsing with blood, screaming for oxygen…winding through limbs and weaving through muscles…let loose…flow…ebb…be free…turn red and sticky…warm and gushing…life…
it felt like needles were running through her veins. Where once had been blood had been replaced with needles. A stinging pain, where blood had once been, needles had replaced the space… in her veins.
The large veins on his forehead began to protrude out from his skin. His face was as red as a tomato and the sweet slowly began to drip from his brow. His heart was racing now, the vein began to pulsate faster and faster. There was no doubt he was furious, not that I could blame him one bit.
Blood passes through the veins from the individual cells back to the heart. Veins are used for injections. Veins are blue coloured since the blood is devoid of oxygen.
veins are a complex system that carry blood around the human body. also veins are on plants and other living organisms, suiting the same purpose. the veins carry vital fluids around the “body:
There’s only two types of people in yhe world
The one that entertains
And the one that observes
…
I fell the adrenaline in my veins
Spotlike on me are ready to break I’m like a performer in the backstage
ALL OVER MY BODY MAPPING IT SINKING IT WITH THE WATER AND ALL THE SKIN AVAILABLE AND IRREPLACEABLE LIKE COTTON CANDY AT THE FAIR OR THE POURING RAIN HOW WE TAKE FOR GRANTED THAT MUD BENEATH OUR FEET
Down the line they flow
the words of the generational struggles.
The veins flow down the lines
like the words that are repeated
like the threads in her mothers hands as she teaches her daughter to weave them in their patterns.
Veins are green or blue. They are supposed to tell you what your skin undertone is which is good for people who are trying to match their foundation. But it’s hard to tell the difference between blue and green; don’t you think your veins just look blue-green? I think I am neutral undertoned though, because my wardrobe is not exclusively made of warm or cool colors; I like to wear both.
Her veins turned ice-cold. He was back and this time there was nowhere to run. Maybe it would be different. No. All she could see were bruised knees. All she could feel was him yanking on her hair. Terror. It ran in her veins.
The veins were marble-blue rivers across her forehead, her hands. They spoke of innumerable years and secrets, dry gullies of time that pumped her burning heart dry.
the blood runs thru my veins and all i could think about is love. the love i have for you. that just like blood, it will run thru my veins until the day i die.
Veins are the things that carry blood throughout our bodies. Human bodies, that is. I think that plants have veins too. Like celery. When you stick it in a glass of colored water the celery carries the color up its stalk.
Well, I think the word is supposed to be “vines”
; must have been a typo. Grapes grow on vines. As do Virginia Creepers. Or are Virginia Creepers vines themselves?
“the veins in my left arm are bigger than the ones in my right,” i have to tell the nurse with the syringe so as to avoid some discomfort in the future. i’m already so nauseous.
They are the reason the blood flows. THey are pathways. They are the instruments to survive. They are multicolored. they are necesary. Blood’s best friend. they are
Veins… like tiny roads that you can follow. Blue tracks that criss cross over your arms like delicate spiders webs. One sharp edge and they break, a stream of crimson following in their footsteps…
They make us live and connect what is inside us as well as outside – without them we are nothing at all, life depends on our veins so we should take care to maintain them the best we can.
running up my arms like little blue canals. sometimes i see them clearer than before as if they are aggravated and ready to burst from my skin and release a cascade of light liquid. but the liquid would be dark and red.
The veins show on your arms
and I can feel the warmth coming from your skin.
The blood is flowing through your body.
Do you realize how fragile we are?
Just cut open an important vein and life will be over.
Our heart will stop beating and our souls will leave the earth.
the veins in his neck and along his temple throb. they pulse rhythmically, emphasizing his every word. i stare at them, as if i can see the blood flowing freely through his body. he notices i am no longer listening,
you ain’t kidding are you, the veins ought to be the ones that let me travel, unravel the mysteries surrounding the mother earth, i left this planet to kiss good bye, and i wasn’t a time traveler.
you ain’t kidding are you, the veins ought to be the ones that let me travel, unravel the mysteries surrounding the mother earth, i left this planet to kiss good bye, and i wasn’t a time traveler.
fucking veins, they’re heins i ain’t got no brains, else why would i be in stains? bullshit! i ain’t taking no more, you betcha i got to see what it is way more,
the veins filled with blood are ripped open in the name of science, in the name of charity, in the name of depression, in the name of addiction. the blood flows into the streets of the putrid innocent to taint their lives with the pureness of their bodies
cold, and red. not mine, to slash. vampires. wanted to kiss edward. love, blood. hope. once upon a time there was a vapire named edward. cute, wanted to suck blood. but a
Veins on the back of my hand remind me of all the tasks they’ve performed for me over the years. What a wonderful record of a life well lived.
My veins feel engorged today. I suspect it’s the cause of sun and excitement, but I guess love lingers through them too. A vein is life!
The veins of the old man nearly popped out of his head when he heard the news.
Vein flow blood, coursing through my body. I can feel the rush, continuously helping me live, if only for just one moment. Because when you’re in the woods, anything can happen.
Doctors tell us to protect them, yet all our food does is clog them. Out blood passes through to go to our heart, to our lungs to receive the vital air we need to live. My veins are blue when I can see them though my skin, on my grandma’s hands you can see all of her veins.
I cut into them and watch my blood pour. I can only think of the pain caused to my heart. Ht eonly thing that relieves me is the sight of my blood. Viens, so small, so fargile, so easy to hurt, to cut.
Your hand took hold of mine, squeezing it softly you whispered beautiful words, ones that were meant to sooth my soul. I wish i could remember them. But no, only your wrinkly hand, the purple shade it held and the veins that popped out of it from so many iv needles were the only things i remember as i kneel before your casket.
kaj je to, vene? vene. zaboravi covjek da sve pise na engleskom. sve je uvijek na engleskom. pih. da zaboravim hrvatski? ili da prvo naucim tipkati? sta je korisnije – uciti ili zaboravljati? ;)
dosta za minutu.
Under the skin, so clear and lucid…pulsing with blood, screaming for oxygen…winding through limbs and weaving through muscles…let loose…flow…ebb…be free…turn red and sticky…warm and gushing…life…
it felt like needles were running through her veins. Where once had been blood had been replaced with needles. A stinging pain, where blood had once been, needles had replaced the space… in her veins.
The large veins on his forehead began to protrude out from his skin. His face was as red as a tomato and the sweet slowly began to drip from his brow. His heart was racing now, the vein began to pulsate faster and faster. There was no doubt he was furious, not that I could blame him one bit.
Blood passes through the veins from the individual cells back to the heart. Veins are used for injections. Veins are blue coloured since the blood is devoid of oxygen.
veins are a complex system that carry blood around the human body. also veins are on plants and other living organisms, suiting the same purpose. the veins carry vital fluids around the “body:
There’s only two types of people in yhe world
The one that entertains
And the one that observes
…
I fell the adrenaline in my veins
Spotlike on me are ready to break I’m like a performer in the backstage
Britney spears Cirus
do i really have rainbow in my veins?
or is that just an excuse for what i feel?
either way, can you deny me my right to pursue happiness?
ive got blood in my veins and i want to bleed it all out over the tiles
fuck someone help me
veins
ALL OVER MY BODY MAPPING IT SINKING IT WITH THE WATER AND ALL THE SKIN AVAILABLE AND IRREPLACEABLE LIKE COTTON CANDY AT THE FAIR OR THE POURING RAIN HOW WE TAKE FOR GRANTED THAT MUD BENEATH OUR FEET
Down the line they flow
the words of the generational struggles.
The veins flow down the lines
like the words that are repeated
like the threads in her mothers hands as she teaches her daughter to weave them in their patterns.
Veins are green or blue. They are supposed to tell you what your skin undertone is which is good for people who are trying to match their foundation. But it’s hard to tell the difference between blue and green; don’t you think your veins just look blue-green? I think I am neutral undertoned though, because my wardrobe is not exclusively made of warm or cool colors; I like to wear both.
Her veins turned ice-cold. He was back and this time there was nowhere to run. Maybe it would be different. No. All she could see were bruised knees. All she could feel was him yanking on her hair. Terror. It ran in her veins.
The veins were marble-blue rivers across her forehead, her hands. They spoke of innumerable years and secrets, dry gullies of time that pumped her burning heart dry.
veins are blue, just like the sky or a football club from croatia. i really don’t like football. my veins are green, like the forrest.
Veins are about me. My blood, my flow, my direction. Everything that I put on my skin is then sunk into my veins. Veins: roots.
the blood runs thru my veins and all i could think about is love. the love i have for you. that just like blood, it will run thru my veins until the day i die.
She looks for “good” veins from which to draw blood – for what, I don’t know. I don’t want to know.
Veins are the things that carry blood throughout our bodies. Human bodies, that is. I think that plants have veins too. Like celery. When you stick it in a glass of colored water the celery carries the color up its stalk.
Well, I think the word is supposed to be “vines”
; must have been a typo. Grapes grow on vines. As do Virginia Creepers. Or are Virginia Creepers vines themselves?
“the veins in my left arm are bigger than the ones in my right,” i have to tell the nurse with the syringe so as to avoid some discomfort in the future. i’m already so nauseous.
They are the reason the blood flows. THey are pathways. They are the instruments to survive. They are multicolored. they are necesary. Blood’s best friend. they are
Veins… like tiny roads that you can follow. Blue tracks that criss cross over your arms like delicate spiders webs. One sharp edge and they break, a stream of crimson following in their footsteps…
They make us live and connect what is inside us as well as outside – without them we are nothing at all, life depends on our veins so we should take care to maintain them the best we can.
running up my arms like little blue canals. sometimes i see them clearer than before as if they are aggravated and ready to burst from my skin and release a cascade of light liquid. but the liquid would be dark and red.