The words fed my imagination. I was hungry for more and in trying to satiate my need for more, I scoured the thesaurus for pairings to my favorite appetizers.
the fed up clergy bestowed their wooden bench rows with flowers flattering a basket’s delicate rope cut cylinder. A, tediously sodded man, wearing a grass outfit, literally, covered in a grass-like Halloween costume asks the cross up above him, “Almighty, will you water me? For I want to grow and sprout?”.
The man rolled out of bed with a low groan, the dog barking and twirling in circles in encouragement. “I already fed you an hour ago.” He grumbled lightly as he rubbed at his face, but started forward to feed him again.
I’ve fed the computer a few refreshes, or refreshments. Still getting fed as a word. I could say I am fed ufp with my sisters or the 3 women who share parents with me. Fed up with being fed up with them. I fed the girls an opportunity to fess up as to what has fed their resentment towards me but they won’t upchuck choke or display why they don;t like me. I don’t think they have the pallet for liking me; they haven’t thge training to include me. Thanks mom. I’ve decided to burn your chair, Dump it off. Take a hatchet to it.
We are all lucky enough, those of us who live in powerful nations, to find food on our tables each night. But let’s not have a good helping of smug to go with it, please. Because in the country where I live, there are people not one or two blocks from my well-fed stomach, who don’t get anything to eat unless they beg on the streets for it. Sometimes, they send their children to do it; the children must be fed first. Once, I met a woman who had lost her job through no fault of her own; she cleaned airplanes for a living. And when the airlines cut back, her job went with it. She had grandchildren that her daughter, a drug addict, could not feed. So they stayed with her. “I give them whatever I can from the food shelter, and I eat peanut butter sandwiches.” She said this without bitterness or hatred; she was tired, that was all. This happens in the United States of America. People blame the poor for being poor. What about the children? How do you explain that theory to them? What lies will you be fed today?
His fingertips were salty with it, and she could smell herself on them. Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she looked up at him. He was watching her face closely, so she held her breath and ran her tongue over and down his digits as if they were covered with sugar.
The dog was well fed, you can say that by just looking at it, It cant run like an active dog. It a weiner dog, but because of its size it looks more like a hotdog!!!
My cat fed the fish once. The day was incredible. Because everything was about love and taking care of the one next to you. Why did this happen? I think Venus was ruling planet that day. Why cannot everyday be like this.
im fed up with feeling sick all the time.. im falling into pieces, crashing and burning, and theres no one to drag me back up. im fed up with you still breathing the same air that i do and living just fine with yours3lf while i drown. fed up with you existing on the same planet while i wither away and rot. how do you live day to day knowing what kind of monster you are? end.
You feed you mind and soul with nourishment just as you would your own corporeal body. You fill the head and the heart with thoughts, memories, intangible trinkets that remind you of the good, the bad, everything that indicates that you’re alive.
I’ve fed myself today, for most of my life actually. In the common sense of food consumption, but also with knowledge, knowledge of your life, which consists of semantics as well as other areas that have deeper meaning for you and the people around you.
My mom fed me till I was 10 years old. I miss those days where all I needed to do was to run from one place to the other , play with multiple toys and games available but someone made sure that I kept getting the needed nutrients to keep me going without me caring even a bit about it. Thanks mom !
My mom fed me lots of spaghetti when I was little. Bananas too. I’ve been fed and fed since I was little, as much as I wanted, and it has never changed. I’m being fed lies and truths every day, and my own sour words of anger and despair. A new spin on tasting my own medicine.
She fed off the animal as if it were her last meal even though she knew there would be more deer and rabbits out in the woods to eat. She had finally realized that she couldn’t deny the fact that this meant survival. She would be dead if it hadn’t been for this rabbit. The world she lived in forced her to do it…she had no choice.
I was fed up with how well fed the cats were compared to me. While I was expected to make my own dinners out of the boxed pasta and canned tomatoes in the cupboard, those damned furry felines were served culinary masterpieces. Tuna, chicken, beef, and rice all looked like something I could eat had my mom not served it in those tiny porcelain kitty bowls. As I stared at my sad meal, I watched the fuzzy bastards dine like kings.
Fed. Just today i realise that ots not about getting fed up of something its all about feeling lazy and just procrastinating it. I, me myself as an example
7 days diwali vacation from college and in all that time i haven’t even touched my bag but yesterday a day before college i don’t know what came in , was kinda possessed or something and i completed hell lot of work. Was it because of emergency, or my sudden reawaken interest or just a mere comparison with or all. Don’t know
I felt fed inside from all the words you put forth and lied to me. I felt fed and full, but my love was stubborn, a bull for you. I wanted a reality but it was just a lie, a lie, a lie.
Today the greedy mouths of the ideological leaders have been fed. Our spaces have been bombarded with information, with conflict and paradoxes that have twisted our grins upside down.
I fed the dog. Asshole. Of course, I fed the dog. Little whisker-bugger, I cleaned his piss and then… Fuck. Wait.. did I feed the little bastard. What if he’s right? I hate when he’s right. All the bloody time he’s right. My mum loves him… because he’s “responsible.” She says he’s “good for me.” Probably because she knows he’s always right. Precise, organized, thoughtful, he’d have remembered to feed the our beloved pain in the ass pup. Suppose it’s best I turn around, because he’s right I didn’t feed the bloody dog.
I love this word. It has so many meanings. I think of someone who is fed as someone who seeks wisdom. Who is full of wisdom and life. I also think of being fed up. Filled to the brim. Either way , the word means satisfaction to me. I want to be a feeder.
The Fed-Ex truck slowly rolled up the driveway. My stomach lurched. This was it; it was finally here. I cast a glance over my shoulder and ensured I was alone.
the otter’s mouth widened as it saw its chewy treat dangle
right above
its jaw
then it chomped downward from nose to neck,
reckoning its own dismay;
oftentimes food can destroy the very pleasure
one can think to enjoy.
Feed joy to every organism surrounding your life and you will prosper;
vary your meals that which you feed;
and you will prosper through trial.
fed up. fed down. fed up with my refusal to let myself be. fed up to the brim. it is overflowing. I am fed up with not allowing myself to write some truly crappy stuff. I gotta get through the crap to get to the rose garden. or whatever flowers I choose to grow. fertilized by my b.s.
I fed the dog the food. He ate it happily. He looked at me with appreciation, as though an animal could show appreciation. I smiled at him for a while, then continued walking along the dusty, abandoned sidewalk.
The woman behind the counter was plump like a pumpkin. She fed her children all of the candy they could want, and it gave them all a rounded figure like neatly risen bread. The smell in the house was one of delicate spices, and it overwhelmed the senses when you stepped into the wooden cabin on a cold winter’s day.
Fed-Ex! They ship things sometimes! I don’t get fed up with much but I love me some Fed-Ex, baby! Don’t hate. Don’t judge.
ACCEPT YOURSELF
LOVE YOURSELF
it’s really early and being on oneword.com is never a good idea at this time.
Kidding, it’s 10:00 and I’m makin excuses.
The words fed my imagination. I was hungry for more and in trying to satiate my need for more, I scoured the thesaurus for pairings to my favorite appetizers.
the fed up clergy bestowed their wooden bench rows with flowers flattering a basket’s delicate rope cut cylinder. A, tediously sodded man, wearing a grass outfit, literally, covered in a grass-like Halloween costume asks the cross up above him, “Almighty, will you water me? For I want to grow and sprout?”.
The man rolled out of bed with a low groan, the dog barking and twirling in circles in encouragement. “I already fed you an hour ago.” He grumbled lightly as he rubbed at his face, but started forward to feed him again.
I need to feed myself a new word.
I’ve fed the computer a few refreshes, or refreshments. Still getting fed as a word. I could say I am fed ufp with my sisters or the 3 women who share parents with me. Fed up with being fed up with them. I fed the girls an opportunity to fess up as to what has fed their resentment towards me but they won’t upchuck choke or display why they don;t like me. I don’t think they have the pallet for liking me; they haven’t thge training to include me. Thanks mom. I’ve decided to burn your chair, Dump it off. Take a hatchet to it.
The horse was fed and watered last night before I went to bed, she is such a good girl.
We are all lucky enough, those of us who live in powerful nations, to find food on our tables each night. But let’s not have a good helping of smug to go with it, please. Because in the country where I live, there are people not one or two blocks from my well-fed stomach, who don’t get anything to eat unless they beg on the streets for it. Sometimes, they send their children to do it; the children must be fed first. Once, I met a woman who had lost her job through no fault of her own; she cleaned airplanes for a living. And when the airlines cut back, her job went with it. She had grandchildren that her daughter, a drug addict, could not feed. So they stayed with her. “I give them whatever I can from the food shelter, and I eat peanut butter sandwiches.” She said this without bitterness or hatred; she was tired, that was all. This happens in the United States of America. People blame the poor for being poor. What about the children? How do you explain that theory to them? What lies will you be fed today?
fed from fruit
fallen as stars
eyes burning meaning
into empty jars
upon the cellar shelf
dust did blind
lost unto myself
he didn’t seem to mind
emaciated from the feast, he vomits abyss into abyss, and from this, nourishment that blooms into tomorrow’s food.
Fed is past tense for feed. Feed could be feeding your baby milk. He fed the goat.
His fingertips were salty with it, and she could smell herself on them. Her nose wrinkled in distaste as she looked up at him. He was watching her face closely, so she held her breath and ran her tongue over and down his digits as if they were covered with sugar.
The dog was well fed, you can say that by just looking at it, It cant run like an active dog. It a weiner dog, but because of its size it looks more like a hotdog!!!
When I get you, you will not be nourished. You will not feel the sweetness of liquid, nor the joy of food. Ev
I am lucky to always be fed
with what I want.
I am lucky to be able to choose
to not slaughter.
I am lucky to
not be a starving stranger
a person without a person
I am lucky
to be plump.
My cat fed the fish once. The day was incredible. Because everything was about love and taking care of the one next to you. Why did this happen? I think Venus was ruling planet that day. Why cannot everyday be like this.
I think I realized that I was to write a sentence;but I just wrote words that I associated with the word FED ,sorry about that.Thank you
up,federal reserve,federalist,fed the dog, fredrick
im fed up with feeling sick all the time.. im falling into pieces, crashing and burning, and theres no one to drag me back up. im fed up with you still breathing the same air that i do and living just fine with yours3lf while i drown. fed up with you existing on the same planet while i wither away and rot. how do you live day to day knowing what kind of monster you are? end.
You feed you mind and soul with nourishment just as you would your own corporeal body. You fill the head and the heart with thoughts, memories, intangible trinkets that remind you of the good, the bad, everything that indicates that you’re alive.
I’ve fed myself today, for most of my life actually. In the common sense of food consumption, but also with knowledge, knowledge of your life, which consists of semantics as well as other areas that have deeper meaning for you and the people around you.
!fed = Filled Exclusive Domain
My mom fed me till I was 10 years old. I miss those days where all I needed to do was to run from one place to the other , play with multiple toys and games available but someone made sure that I kept getting the needed nutrients to keep me going without me caring even a bit about it. Thanks mom !
My mom fed me lots of spaghetti when I was little. Bananas too. I’ve been fed and fed since I was little, as much as I wanted, and it has never changed. I’m being fed lies and truths every day, and my own sour words of anger and despair. A new spin on tasting my own medicine.
She fed off the animal as if it were her last meal even though she knew there would be more deer and rabbits out in the woods to eat. She had finally realized that she couldn’t deny the fact that this meant survival. She would be dead if it hadn’t been for this rabbit. The world she lived in forced her to do it…she had no choice.
I was fed up with how well fed the cats were compared to me. While I was expected to make my own dinners out of the boxed pasta and canned tomatoes in the cupboard, those damned furry felines were served culinary masterpieces. Tuna, chicken, beef, and rice all looked like something I could eat had my mom not served it in those tiny porcelain kitty bowls. As I stared at my sad meal, I watched the fuzzy bastards dine like kings.
Fed. Just today i realise that ots not about getting fed up of something its all about feeling lazy and just procrastinating it. I, me myself as an example
7 days diwali vacation from college and in all that time i haven’t even touched my bag but yesterday a day before college i don’t know what came in , was kinda possessed or something and i completed hell lot of work. Was it because of emergency, or my sudden reawaken interest or just a mere comparison with or all. Don’t know
I felt fed inside from all the words you put forth and lied to me. I felt fed and full, but my love was stubborn, a bull for you. I wanted a reality but it was just a lie, a lie, a lie.
Today the greedy mouths of the ideological leaders have been fed. Our spaces have been bombarded with information, with conflict and paradoxes that have twisted our grins upside down.
I fed the dog. Asshole. Of course, I fed the dog. Little whisker-bugger, I cleaned his piss and then… Fuck. Wait.. did I feed the little bastard. What if he’s right? I hate when he’s right. All the bloody time he’s right. My mum loves him… because he’s “responsible.” She says he’s “good for me.” Probably because she knows he’s always right. Precise, organized, thoughtful, he’d have remembered to feed the our beloved pain in the ass pup. Suppose it’s best I turn around, because he’s right I didn’t feed the bloody dog.
I love this word. It has so many meanings. I think of someone who is fed as someone who seeks wisdom. Who is full of wisdom and life. I also think of being fed up. Filled to the brim. Either way , the word means satisfaction to me. I want to be a feeder.
The Fed-Ex truck slowly rolled up the driveway. My stomach lurched. This was it; it was finally here. I cast a glance over my shoulder and ensured I was alone.
the otter’s mouth widened as it saw its chewy treat dangle
right above
its jaw
then it chomped downward from nose to neck,
reckoning its own dismay;
oftentimes food can destroy the very pleasure
one can think to enjoy.
Feed joy to every organism surrounding your life and you will prosper;
vary your meals that which you feed;
and you will prosper through trial.
fed up. fed down. fed up with my refusal to let myself be. fed up to the brim. it is overflowing. I am fed up with not allowing myself to write some truly crappy stuff. I gotta get through the crap to get to the rose garden. or whatever flowers I choose to grow. fertilized by my b.s.
I fed the dog the food. He ate it happily. He looked at me with appreciation, as though an animal could show appreciation. I smiled at him for a while, then continued walking along the dusty, abandoned sidewalk.
It was always nice to be fed. Eridan was always there to keep him from killing himself because he forgot about everything. Including himself.
Protruding from the hips of silk he lived in, my mouth was full of him.
When all the money
in our world
is gone
and we are borrowing
from one
to pay
another
to pay
another…
Love will be what’s left.
And we will grow so fat,
fed with
all
that love.
You fed me. You fed me with you love, and drained me with your darkness.
The woman behind the counter was plump like a pumpkin. She fed her children all of the candy they could want, and it gave them all a rounded figure like neatly risen bread. The smell in the house was one of delicate spices, and it overwhelmed the senses when you stepped into the wooden cabin on a cold winter’s day.