/Black velvet in that little boy’s smile./ The song flooded through the speakers, every bit as creepy as I remember it being. Like a link to my past that I couldn’t erase. It felt out of place in this dark bar, and yet as though it was home. A bad memory; which was welcome compared to no memory at all.
velvet.
the stuff of dreams.
purple.
dreams of king, queens, royalty, the old english fantasy.
velvet.
things that itch you at night.
i hate velvet.
just the feel is enough to throw up on the person near to me.
ugh.
but some people like it. some people enjoy it.
not me.
you know why,.
i also do not like obama.
don’t ask me why, you should know already.
the mother effing “president”
hes not changing for good, thats for sure!
ugh,.
velvet.
the stuff of royalty.
king
queen
prince
fairtales.
enough.
Red white or black.
My favorite material.
Bed sheets made out of velvet sounds like heaven.
For my kindergarten alphabet parade I was V, Violet Velvet Vest. Weird.
The velvet red robe was all that lay there. A brutal memory of a forgotten past. The man rubbed it against his face unleashing the memories he wished he could keep back. The images rushed to him without delay, first of her face.
I stroked the beaver pelt, up down up down. Noticing that the thing it kept closes to its skin and bones was the velvet enclosure. Saving the softest layer for that which is closest to its heart.
the feel of it against your skin, the scent of my dads old car. I weep for my childhood that passed too fast. I’m 16 and feel so much older than anyone around me, i feel aged.
it was just like that story her mom had read her when she was a little girl. she wanted to be real; to feel as if she could live among the living. she wanted to feel whole instead of broken. the velvetine rabbit had so much to offer the world – more importantly to his companion. so did spencer. she was warm and full of knowledge; knowledge that she could apply to real life experiences if she could feel just that — feel real. she wanted that so bad. she wanted the velvetine rabbit’s happy ending. too bad the velvetine rabbit was just a childhood story and she didn’t believe in happy endings anymore. it was too late for her.
the way her checks feel when they brush up against mine. its always early in the morning. she rolls over and opens her eyes. still hazy from the the night. but still beautiful.
the color velvet is one of interest. the windows around the room throb with the excitement of the day. The velvet feel of the carpet gives everyone a sense of both safety and satisfaction. A cat lying on the ground only rolls around enjoying the feel of everything being just how it should be.
it was just like that story her mom had read her when she was a little girl. she wanted to be real; to feel as if she could live among the living. she wanted to feel whole instead of broken. the velvetine rabbit had so much to offer the world – more importantly to his companion. so did spencer. she was warm and full of knowledge; knowledge that she could apply to real life experiences if she could feel just that — feel real. she wanted that so bad. she wanted what the velvetine rabbit’s happy ending. too bad the velvetine rabbit was just a childhood story.
its usually red. Feels nice. Comfortable. I often think it’s on church pews and fancy old dresses. Fills me with old memories of dances and hearings.
It was mentioned in a song, which was strange because it was described as “blue” and I always think of red.
She peeled off her velvet cape, drenched from the downpour that had taken over the city for the last 3 days. Velvet may not be the best option, she reconsidered her fabric choice as the matted puddle of burgundy started to stick together.
Black, purple, red. It doesn’t matter. The word itself is rich and luscious. It oozes into your senses, makes you jitter with excitement, and tingle with good feelings all over.
Velvet is soft. I’ve never tried it before. I guess it looks pretty. It is also the color of that chocolate cake that tastes like cow dung. I think my dog ate more than I did. Well, crap. I could care less about velvet it makes me angry. Very angry. Like the hulk only I turn red not green like a sissy.
The colour velvet. Or more so, the clothes she liked to wear consisted of such. I remember the smell of velvet, how she breathed it in and it took over our home. And now it lingers. Like the last breath of a flower during winter. I will never forget her. For she was my very own. Velvet.
pure, soft, I see a moon through a light, glazing a rapid creek in it’s wake, tired angry a sad ghost snores cat or dog, Alice comes now and forevermore shall a raven crow the deaths
Christain Landa had gorgeous eyelashes of velvet that fluttered on his cheeks whenever he would see my face. I think he loved me. . . . . . .alot. and one day we’ll live happily ever after : ) until i found out he was actually looking at the guy behind me, and he was gay. : ( I’ve tried to forget about him after all these years. . .but he was just too gorgeous. :D So gorgeous that I think I saw him in a magazine and I told him i thought it was him but just to be sure I invited him over so he could check the magazine in my house. we made earth-shaking love. . .forever. : D
cool breeze through trees of gloom lighting an eerie pristine glow, upon that sofa sat so clean a cat meowed at you and I will you walk to me to pet it’s fur, to walk it’s walk and trace it’s goal?
I think of a fancy chair in some old victorian painting. A well dressed lady sits on a velvet chair in pearls and lace and strokes a ferret or a bichon frise. She probably is thinking about how tedious it is to sit still that long and how she would fancy a glass of wine right now.
soft and furry. nice to the skin, makes me think of the 90s and long dresses, feels good to rub on my face. Reminds me of my mom and my job. reminds me of photographs that I would take and jewelry.
velvet is soft and comes in a variety of colors, it reminds me of my grandma and how she used to have these really ugly pants made of velvet, but she was a sweet little old lady and velvet suited her well
The red velvet couch felt soft to my touch. My aching body rested gently upon its mellow exterior. Simple caresses of the soft texture exhilarated my senses.
velvet makes me think of black or blue leotards that I used to wear in dance class, or rather dance performances and recitals. dance was maybe the biggest part of my life growing up, it validated me. made me feel important.
velveteen bunny was a terrible story. Didn’t the rabbit get burned in the end because he was infected with scarlet fever? Thats what I remember. It was a childrens story about burning loved ones.
It feels really awesome!!! I used to have alot of clothes made of it when I was little! I think there is a bear names the velvetine bear, Jessica has a black velvet top, it reminds me of chrismtas time, and valentines day.
soft as. My newborn daughter kissed my cheek for the first time the day i left for iraq.
/Black velvet in that little boy’s smile./ The song flooded through the speakers, every bit as creepy as I remember it being. Like a link to my past that I couldn’t erase. It felt out of place in this dark bar, and yet as though it was home. A bad memory; which was welcome compared to no memory at all.
I see the velvet hem of her dress and am amazed. I place my hand upon her thigh I feel her hesitate then slap my hand.
I then look her deep in the eyes and embrace auburn setting of the ballroom.
I see softness but damage. Velvet when wet it’s scarred forever…like our souls when drowned. Sadness comes at strange times.
VEEEEEELLLLLLVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEETTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT
WARM
CURTAIN
CAKE
BAG
TOP OF WARM SOUP FILM
OLD GRAMMYS LONDON COAT
DUST
lies upon lines of rhythms of imagination grinding to worlds unthinkable.
velvet.
the stuff of dreams.
purple.
dreams of king, queens, royalty, the old english fantasy.
velvet.
things that itch you at night.
i hate velvet.
just the feel is enough to throw up on the person near to me.
ugh.
but some people like it. some people enjoy it.
not me.
you know why,.
i also do not like obama.
don’t ask me why, you should know already.
the mother effing “president”
hes not changing for good, thats for sure!
ugh,.
velvet.
the stuff of royalty.
king
queen
prince
fairtales.
enough.
Red white or black.
My favorite material.
Bed sheets made out of velvet sounds like heaven.
For my kindergarten alphabet parade I was V, Violet Velvet Vest. Weird.
The velvet red robe was all that lay there. A brutal memory of a forgotten past. The man rubbed it against his face unleashing the memories he wished he could keep back. The images rushed to him without delay, first of her face.
I stroked the beaver pelt, up down up down. Noticing that the thing it kept closes to its skin and bones was the velvet enclosure. Saving the softest layer for that which is closest to its heart.
the feel of it against your skin, the scent of my dads old car. I weep for my childhood that passed too fast. I’m 16 and feel so much older than anyone around me, i feel aged.
i keep getting the world velvet! not a happy camper :pp
^^ dumb velvet.
it was just like that story her mom had read her when she was a little girl. she wanted to be real; to feel as if she could live among the living. she wanted to feel whole instead of broken. the velvetine rabbit had so much to offer the world – more importantly to his companion. so did spencer. she was warm and full of knowledge; knowledge that she could apply to real life experiences if she could feel just that — feel real. she wanted that so bad. she wanted the velvetine rabbit’s happy ending. too bad the velvetine rabbit was just a childhood story and she didn’t believe in happy endings anymore. it was too late for her.
the way her checks feel when they brush up against mine. its always early in the morning. she rolls over and opens her eyes. still hazy from the the night. but still beautiful.
the color velvet is one of interest. the windows around the room throb with the excitement of the day. The velvet feel of the carpet gives everyone a sense of both safety and satisfaction. A cat lying on the ground only rolls around enjoying the feel of everything being just how it should be.
it was just like that story her mom had read her when she was a little girl. she wanted to be real; to feel as if she could live among the living. she wanted to feel whole instead of broken. the velvetine rabbit had so much to offer the world – more importantly to his companion. so did spencer. she was warm and full of knowledge; knowledge that she could apply to real life experiences if she could feel just that — feel real. she wanted that so bad. she wanted what the velvetine rabbit’s happy ending. too bad the velvetine rabbit was just a childhood story.
its usually red. Feels nice. Comfortable. I often think it’s on church pews and fancy old dresses. Fills me with old memories of dances and hearings.
It was mentioned in a song, which was strange because it was described as “blue” and I always think of red.
Soft lining,
Gentle texture;
A single glimmer
From a diamond shining.
My love so fair
I wait to see;
Forever, she
can be with me
She peeled off her velvet cape, drenched from the downpour that had taken over the city for the last 3 days. Velvet may not be the best option, she reconsidered her fabric choice as the matted puddle of burgundy started to stick together.
the rope smelled like cigarettes and whiskey. It was faded and hard. It used to be the line that separated the haves from the have-nots.
Black, purple, red. It doesn’t matter. The word itself is rich and luscious. It oozes into your senses, makes you jitter with excitement, and tingle with good feelings all over.
Velvet is soft. I’ve never tried it before. I guess it looks pretty. It is also the color of that chocolate cake that tastes like cow dung. I think my dog ate more than I did. Well, crap. I could care less about velvet it makes me angry. Very angry. Like the hulk only I turn red not green like a sissy.
The colour velvet. Or more so, the clothes she liked to wear consisted of such. I remember the smell of velvet, how she breathed it in and it took over our home. And now it lingers. Like the last breath of a flower during winter. I will never forget her. For she was my very own. Velvet.
Velveteen. Not quite real velvet, but it’s more than real when it makes a rabbit. Fairy tales, sometimes, are better than reality.
pure, soft, I see a moon through a light, glazing a rapid creek in it’s wake, tired angry a sad ghost snores cat or dog, Alice comes now and forevermore shall a raven crow the deaths
Christain Landa had gorgeous eyelashes of velvet that fluttered on his cheeks whenever he would see my face. I think he loved me. . . . . . .alot. and one day we’ll live happily ever after : ) until i found out he was actually looking at the guy behind me, and he was gay. : ( I’ve tried to forget about him after all these years. . .but he was just too gorgeous. :D So gorgeous that I think I saw him in a magazine and I told him i thought it was him but just to be sure I invited him over so he could check the magazine in my house. we made earth-shaking love. . .forever. : D
cool breeze through trees of gloom lighting an eerie pristine glow, upon that sofa sat so clean a cat meowed at you and I will you walk to me to pet it’s fur, to walk it’s walk and trace it’s goal?
Velvet is a very soft fabric, yet I hate it. I don’t why but the texture annoys me and I never wear it.
I think of a fancy chair in some old victorian painting. A well dressed lady sits on a velvet chair in pearls and lace and strokes a ferret or a bichon frise. She probably is thinking about how tedious it is to sit still that long and how she would fancy a glass of wine right now.
soft and furry. nice to the skin, makes me think of the 90s and long dresses, feels good to rub on my face. Reminds me of my mom and my job. reminds me of photographs that I would take and jewelry.
velvet is soft and comes in a variety of colors, it reminds me of my grandma and how she used to have these really ugly pants made of velvet, but she was a sweet little old lady and velvet suited her well
The red velvet couch felt soft to my touch. My aching body rested gently upon its mellow exterior. Simple caresses of the soft texture exhilarated my senses.
velvet makes me think of black or blue leotards that I used to wear in dance class, or rather dance performances and recitals. dance was maybe the biggest part of my life growing up, it validated me. made me feel important.
Velvet smooth skin caressed by calloused hands; rough from the stresses of life. The touch sent an electric pulse down her skin.
Caressing this dress, my skin feels like sin. Softness and appeal. OK devil, I’m ready to make a deal.
velveteen bunny was a terrible story. Didn’t the rabbit get burned in the end because he was infected with scarlet fever? Thats what I remember. It was a childrens story about burning loved ones.
Red velvet was the what i imagine you in, you’re so sweet, thought it was a sin. Love is blind, you only see me as a friend..
velvet is so very soft and it is always warm and i like it my friends like it to because i said i like it so they tryed it and liked it too.
It feels really awesome!!! I used to have alot of clothes made of it when I was little! I think there is a bear names the velvetine bear, Jessica has a black velvet top, it reminds me of chrismtas time, and valentines day.
Try as I might, I couldn’t avoid it. My fingers, f their own volition, slipped over the horrible velvet surface, tugging on daheifrsgjr[fgdfgb.