maybe I was to attached, maybe I should’ve let go. sometimes love is like that, you get so ridiculou8sly entwined in it that you forget yourself in the midst of it.
It was hard to breathe with his face so close and his chest pressing down on hers. His legs, arms, and flesh were wrapped around her like the vines of a rose bush. Only this didn’t hurt that bad. She searched his eyes and found the comfort she needed before he tasted her lips, and stole her breath again.
i was further entwined with it than i initially acknowledged—-or admitted. i knew. always knew but much prefered to ignore or deny. it’s always easier that way til you..
It’s all a cover up. Every bill. Every election. Every war. Every trade deal. They are all cleverly entwined to create a global system of rule in which the individual is nothing more that a means to an ultimate end. To a New World Order. @oznolem @oneworddotcom
To be utterly and totally in love with your person, to be bound beyond time and space. A happiness and contentment that flavours everything you do. As you two are are one.
The snake had not eaten for days. She was starving. She had to get something fast. As she slithered along the ground, she saw something that caught her eye, a big fat rat. She silently went towards the rat, and then she struck out and entwined herself around the rat. after that she felt quite satisfied. (I didn’t tell you how she ate the rat ‘cos that would have been nasty.)
I don’t get it. How is it that we’re all connected to each other. To everything by a thousand strings.
Yet we destroy our brothers and sisters. Our homes, for MORE MORE MORE
We’re intertwined like a vine yet I feel so alone
roses. roots twisting deep underground. runners. all connected.
i’m the sharpest thorn on your vine.
twisting and turning we’re all intertwined.
that’s bullshit.
you’re connected to everything in the universe
by a million threads
but you’re still beautiful. you’re a rose. you’re your own.
Oh how I was entwined in the fall this year! So beautiful were those leaves falling and slowly laying on the ground… Of course my love and I were entwined ourselves, watching the mass of leaves fall on the ground… We simply entwined our lips and then our hearts and fell deeper in love with the beauty of the season
Everyone in the search party froze, in either fear or amazement. This was a defining moment in their life here, their mission as planters of the new colony hung in the balance. Clara immediately felt a sort of empathy with the creature as she watched it move with the grace of a figure skater, almost sliding across the ground. She always felt this way when watching a fellow dancer. She understood immediately that it had been watching them, and was now trying to communicate with them. She reached out and put a hand on Morris’ shoulder. “I think we have found a friend!” Clara estimated the distance between them to be around twenty meters, and she decided to take a chance. She cast her arms into the air and started spinning, moving in a roundabout path closer to the creature. As she got near, the creature opened its arms, lowered them, and as Clara came in front of it, swept her up and started spinning too. The watching crowd gasped, as the two of them twirled around in the half light, entwined in a dance that would go down in history.
There was a spark of a thought as I untangled the string left on my desk: maybe this was how my life was meant to be- entwined with everything else. I had to believe that my life was meant for more than to lived alone and only surviving day to day. Maybe I was meant to be more, do more, and learn more from bringing back and entwining my life with others.
I was sitting there with him. he was looking at me the way I always imagined my future man would; a look of hope and look of everything he wanted in his future too. I was thinking of our lives and how they were entwined together even without our knowing. I was a truly magical thing that we were both brought here in this one moment.
Their bodies were entwined. It was the sweetest state they could be in – all cuddled together. He could hear her heartbeat, and she could feel his warmth. It was a peaceful morning.
We wrapped ourselves together. I never thought I would be so lucky as to entwine my soul with another. It’s strange feeling yourselves grow together. Watching, almost removed, as you become one.
Their fingers stuck together like a lock, on a storage locker or a dead man’s coffin in a world where they were all scared of the deceased rising to join the living once more. After a while, they began to remind her of the briars and roses that crawled up the brick walls of her grandmother’s house, digging in and slowly scraping away at the mortar. She felt the thorns in her flesh, she felt the blood it drew and the way it tasted on her lips. Like copper stuck together with green brought on by time and oxidation.
Their bodies slammed together with an incredible force and they fell to the ground together, a mess of giggles and limbs splayed all over the place. Her hand found his, and she entwined her fingers with his own as she placed her head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart, slightly elevated from the excitement of seeing her after so many months.
They were stuck together now. That’s what the oath did. Stuck them together. Forever. Constantly with each other, always there. Entwined with each other. Or maybe it wasn’t the oath. It was the love.
Their hands were entwined, Ally’s fingers clenching to Cara’s tightly. All was still and quiet. Cara was silent beside her. Ally wiggled her body closer so they were laying, pressed against each other. Ally wanted to breathe life into that cold, empty body beside her. Her fingers, slippery with both her and Cara’s blood, had already begun to ache.
Your fingers entwined with mine
Ask me gently a frightened question
What would you do if I kissed you
Fingers torn apart
Run away
Thinking on the bus
Ugh
Thinking what I should have said
I would die if you kissed me
Of happiness
You and I are broken when not completely entwined. We are two halves of two different wholes, similar puzzle pieces who escaped our dramatic future to create new. Outlaws on the lamb from a path not fitting to us.
The arms of the bush entwined around the girl as she tried to escape. She forged on and wrecked through the brambles, shredding her arms and wrists as she shielded her face from the thorny branches.
They lay entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the furious heart beat in their chests. What they had was indescribable in the moment, but as they would later discover, was merely infatuation. There was no true love in the relationship they shared, but rather a misinterpreted feeling of lust and joy.
We laid there, silent, feeling; doting each other with every breath. What we had just done… it was damnable. Not by family or friends, but by law. It was illegal for us to be together but neither could fight it. So we laid there, entwined in each other.
Their two fates had been entwined, nothing that could be severed or forced apart. It had been a hundred years in hibernation, but the red shadow was flickering across the city, searching for her long lost love. She had tricks up her sleeves now – her face was swathed in a black mask, her crimson shirt accompanied by the billowing black coat. It was not just to instill fear – it was also to make a statement. She was powerful, and she was in love, two very important factors that were vicious when paired.
Our lives are entwined, all of us. Friends and relation, neighbors, those we have not met yet and those we never will. Our destinies are tangled in an incomprehensible web.
i’ve been thinking about the universe, as every single bloody human being does at some point in their life and i think i’ve decided that it’s funny how we’re entwined with the universe. it’s just sort of funny. when i think of death, i think of people doing their day to day activities like grocery shopping and then being violently ripped from the super market and dangled in the air for a few minutes like a rag doll and then thrown out of the planet and into Elsewhere. i say Elsewhere and I’m sure you expect it to be romantic but I just sort of imagine it as a mass grave. everyone and everything’s body just sort of decays into stardust and then it’s just sort of scattered around everywhere. i just sort of thought about how when you sort of just slow down to stop and observe things, you suddenly pay more attention to the little things around you. like how when you squint your eyes and focus on one single space you notice little particles floating around. not just dust but if you look hard enough for long enough you can swear that you can see all of the little particles in the air, like the atoms and stuff. it’d be pretty funny to think that once everything dies and we finish decaying and everything, we just sort of turn into these particles that hold everything together. now i feel creepy because i feel like i’m surrounded by a bunch of dead people.
FINGERS ENTWINE, LOVERS ENTWINE BUT SO DO FATE AND I.
SOMEWHERE ALONG THIS JOURNEY, DEATH AND I SHALL MEET,
SO MANY FACES I WILL GREET,
AND IN THIS BLOODY MESS OF POETIC NONSENSE I FIND MYSELF INWARDLY BARFING BECAUSE YOLO
In the mist she lured. Wondered why. Everything around her danced in starlight. Who was he? Could he be? When the echoing settled, the stood up and slowly walked away.
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.
“Lie to me,” I say.
Your lips twitch, and you respond with, “I love you.”
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.
My yarn was entwined.I wanted to make a bracelet with yarn.I wanted to use hot pink and lime green yarn.
maybe I was to attached, maybe I should’ve let go. sometimes love is like that, you get so ridiculou8sly entwined in it that you forget yourself in the midst of it.
Apathy.
the ruts of my life are entwined
with two conjoined twins at war with each other.
One is aspiration.
the other is apathy.
Which will win?
Depends on which gets untangled first.
Entwined.
One can’t exist without the other.
It was hard to breathe with his face so close and his chest pressing down on hers. His legs, arms, and flesh were wrapped around her like the vines of a rose bush. Only this didn’t hurt that bad. She searched his eyes and found the comfort she needed before he tasted her lips, and stole her breath again.
we are entwined in work areas and at school so we can help each other.
Iam so entwined in your love that I forgot to eat , sleep . sometimes I forget mysely unable to release from this web of yours. .
i was further entwined with it than i initially acknowledged—-or admitted. i knew. always knew but much prefered to ignore or deny. it’s always easier that way til you..
It’s all a cover up. Every bill. Every election. Every war. Every trade deal. They are all cleverly entwined to create a global system of rule in which the individual is nothing more that a means to an ultimate end. To a New World Order. @oznolem @oneworddotcom
I entwined myself into the blanket to get warm.
To be utterly and totally in love with your person, to be bound beyond time and space. A happiness and contentment that flavours everything you do. As you two are are one.
The snake had not eaten for days. She was starving. She had to get something fast. As she slithered along the ground, she saw something that caught her eye, a big fat rat. She silently went towards the rat, and then she struck out and entwined herself around the rat. after that she felt quite satisfied. (I didn’t tell you how she ate the rat ‘cos that would have been nasty.)
Forever Entwined
Joy, Distraction, and Progress
Seldom Room For Three
The lovers sat soundlessly on the grassy hill, each holding the stem of their daffodils, sensuously wrapping them around each other.
He looked her in the eye. They smiled.
“No doubt this is all a metaphor for something… right?”
“CHEESESTICKS FOR DINNER!!”
I don’t get it. How is it that we’re all connected to each other. To everything by a thousand strings.
Yet we destroy our brothers and sisters. Our homes, for MORE MORE MORE
We’re intertwined like a vine yet I feel so alone
roses. roots twisting deep underground. runners. all connected.
i’m the sharpest thorn on your vine.
twisting and turning we’re all intertwined.
that’s bullshit.
you’re connected to everything in the universe
by a million threads
but you’re still beautiful. you’re a rose. you’re your own.
Oh how I was entwined in the fall this year! So beautiful were those leaves falling and slowly laying on the ground… Of course my love and I were entwined ourselves, watching the mass of leaves fall on the ground… We simply entwined our lips and then our hearts and fell deeper in love with the beauty of the season
Everyone in the search party froze, in either fear or amazement. This was a defining moment in their life here, their mission as planters of the new colony hung in the balance. Clara immediately felt a sort of empathy with the creature as she watched it move with the grace of a figure skater, almost sliding across the ground. She always felt this way when watching a fellow dancer. She understood immediately that it had been watching them, and was now trying to communicate with them. She reached out and put a hand on Morris’ shoulder. “I think we have found a friend!” Clara estimated the distance between them to be around twenty meters, and she decided to take a chance. She cast her arms into the air and started spinning, moving in a roundabout path closer to the creature. As she got near, the creature opened its arms, lowered them, and as Clara came in front of it, swept her up and started spinning too. The watching crowd gasped, as the two of them twirled around in the half light, entwined in a dance that would go down in history.
There was a spark of a thought as I untangled the string left on my desk: maybe this was how my life was meant to be- entwined with everything else. I had to believe that my life was meant for more than to lived alone and only surviving day to day. Maybe I was meant to be more, do more, and learn more from bringing back and entwining my life with others.
I was sitting there with him. he was looking at me the way I always imagined my future man would; a look of hope and look of everything he wanted in his future too. I was thinking of our lives and how they were entwined together even without our knowing. I was a truly magical thing that we were both brought here in this one moment.
Their bodies were entwined. It was the sweetest state they could be in – all cuddled together. He could hear her heartbeat, and she could feel his warmth. It was a peaceful morning.
It’s the feeling of being one, the feeling of having that support, that meaning. Where we can lie together and just bask in one another.
We wrapped ourselves together. I never thought I would be so lucky as to entwine my soul with another. It’s strange feeling yourselves grow together. Watching, almost removed, as you become one.
Their fingers stuck together like a lock, on a storage locker or a dead man’s coffin in a world where they were all scared of the deceased rising to join the living once more. After a while, they began to remind her of the briars and roses that crawled up the brick walls of her grandmother’s house, digging in and slowly scraping away at the mortar. She felt the thorns in her flesh, she felt the blood it drew and the way it tasted on her lips. Like copper stuck together with green brought on by time and oxidation.
Their bodies slammed together with an incredible force and they fell to the ground together, a mess of giggles and limbs splayed all over the place. Her hand found his, and she entwined her fingers with his own as she placed her head on his chest, listening to the steady thumping of his heart, slightly elevated from the excitement of seeing her after so many months.
They were stuck together now. That’s what the oath did. Stuck them together. Forever. Constantly with each other, always there. Entwined with each other. Or maybe it wasn’t the oath. It was the love.
Their hands were entwined, Ally’s fingers clenching to Cara’s tightly. All was still and quiet. Cara was silent beside her. Ally wiggled her body closer so they were laying, pressed against each other. Ally wanted to breathe life into that cold, empty body beside her. Her fingers, slippery with both her and Cara’s blood, had already begun to ache.
Your fingers entwined with mine
Ask me gently a frightened question
What would you do if I kissed you
Fingers torn apart
Run away
Thinking on the bus
Ugh
Thinking what I should have said
I would die if you kissed me
Of happiness
You and I are broken when not completely entwined. We are two halves of two different wholes, similar puzzle pieces who escaped our dramatic future to create new. Outlaws on the lamb from a path not fitting to us.
The arms of the bush entwined around the girl as she tried to escape. She forged on and wrecked through the brambles, shredding her arms and wrists as she shielded her face from the thorny branches.
They lay entwined in each other’s arms, listening to the furious heart beat in their chests. What they had was indescribable in the moment, but as they would later discover, was merely infatuation. There was no true love in the relationship they shared, but rather a misinterpreted feeling of lust and joy.
We laid there, silent, feeling; doting each other with every breath. What we had just done… it was damnable. Not by family or friends, but by law. It was illegal for us to be together but neither could fight it. So we laid there, entwined in each other.
Their two fates had been entwined, nothing that could be severed or forced apart. It had been a hundred years in hibernation, but the red shadow was flickering across the city, searching for her long lost love. She had tricks up her sleeves now – her face was swathed in a black mask, her crimson shirt accompanied by the billowing black coat. It was not just to instill fear – it was also to make a statement. She was powerful, and she was in love, two very important factors that were vicious when paired.
Our lives are entwined, all of us. Friends and relation, neighbors, those we have not met yet and those we never will. Our destinies are tangled in an incomprehensible web.
i’ve been thinking about the universe, as every single bloody human being does at some point in their life and i think i’ve decided that it’s funny how we’re entwined with the universe. it’s just sort of funny. when i think of death, i think of people doing their day to day activities like grocery shopping and then being violently ripped from the super market and dangled in the air for a few minutes like a rag doll and then thrown out of the planet and into Elsewhere. i say Elsewhere and I’m sure you expect it to be romantic but I just sort of imagine it as a mass grave. everyone and everything’s body just sort of decays into stardust and then it’s just sort of scattered around everywhere. i just sort of thought about how when you sort of just slow down to stop and observe things, you suddenly pay more attention to the little things around you. like how when you squint your eyes and focus on one single space you notice little particles floating around. not just dust but if you look hard enough for long enough you can swear that you can see all of the little particles in the air, like the atoms and stuff. it’d be pretty funny to think that once everything dies and we finish decaying and everything, we just sort of turn into these particles that hold everything together. now i feel creepy because i feel like i’m surrounded by a bunch of dead people.
FINGERS ENTWINE, LOVERS ENTWINE BUT SO DO FATE AND I.
SOMEWHERE ALONG THIS JOURNEY, DEATH AND I SHALL MEET,
SO MANY FACES I WILL GREET,
AND IN THIS BLOODY MESS OF POETIC NONSENSE I FIND MYSELF INWARDLY BARFING BECAUSE YOLO
In the mist she lured. Wondered why. Everything around her danced in starlight. Who was he? Could he be? When the echoing settled, the stood up and slowly walked away.
There are some things that will enrapture you – they’ll wrap around and around your mind until you’ve become entwined in their beauty.
She was one of those things.
This makes me think of when a slinky gets link together and you have to entwine it. It makes it hard to use and it very frustrating to get undone.
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.
“Lie to me,” I say.
Your lips twitch, and you respond with, “I love you.”
It means nothing, I realize, nothing at all. Sometimes it hurts more than I’d ever want something to, and sometimes it just feels numb. Recently, it stings a little, more like soap in the eyes rather than a bee. You hold my hand, entwine your fingers with mine, and your nails leave indents like crescent moons on my skin.