He worked on that bench day and night all for the kids to sit at the new table. It was beautiful and shiny, warm and inviting. But after the wreck, the bench was too big and only reminded him of who used to sit there, what warm bottoms shared that space.
is where kids sit on when they are waiting to play a sport. mostly the kids do not play very well. sometimes the players have to sit on the bench when they have low grades or are injured. siting the bench can be the worst place for a athlete
I didn’t get the job. They called me and told me that they couldn’t hire me because of my driving abstract. I want to cry. But, I’m not out of this game yet. I’ll cry a little, but I’m not sitting on the bench yet for this endless game. I’ll find something.
I was sitting on a park bench as the wind blew through my hair. I looked at all the women and men with children running wildly through metal jungles. Then I looked at myself. There was no bench below me. I was falling. Alone.
Once I want on a hike in discovery park, and found an abandoned park bench in the middle of the woods. There was trash and old beer cans spilled on the ground all around it.
bench a place to sit a place to listen to sit and listen to the sounds that surround you. relax in this place. feel it. listen to what the world is saying. hear every sound of growth around you. things blooming
Benches are good places to sit when you want to feed birdies bread crumbs. If you’re in the park you get to be in nature and have it all around you. But sometimes benches are vandalized and stuff so they aren’t so pretty.
This bench is hard and cold and I do not like it. She was the same way – Marie. Hard and cold and unfeeling. I’m glad to have her out of my life. She was no good, no use. I’m much better off, so much better.
On the bench there is a retired coal-miner. He hasn’t smelled fresh air like this in years. He is not there to feed the pigeons. The acrid smell of pigeon feeds him. He does not miss the claustrophobic smell of the mines.
A bench is a type of seating that people can sit on. You can find benches anywhere. They are all over the place. I don’t like sitting on benches. They are hard and they hurt.
Bench’s are uh cool? Yeah, bench’s are everywhere! Like seriously everywhere. You could just be like walking down the street and see a bench just sitting there.
im sitting on að bench and i watch the birds in the trees above. I’m lonely and im thinking of her and her boyfriend. I know that they are somewhere nice. I wish it was me and her.
I sat on the bench at the park
it was a lovely day
the children were playing all around
one of them even hid under my bench
well it isn’t my bench
its the park’s bench
perhaps it was this child’s bench
or maybe it belongs to the squirrels
it’s everyones, that’s it.
Bench. wooden or metal, shade or sun. You tripped over it, you slept on it… you saw someone sleeping on it. You left your book, cellphone, iPod on the bench. You have one in your living room, but that’s a different breed of bench.
I sit feeling the bench’s ends against the back of my calfs, my cane tapping around the ground below me. I can’t see the park, I can’t even see my own hands, but I can feel the cool texture of the bench under me. Something chirps and I feel the flutter of wings, this must of been a common place to feed birds. I wonder where the feeder is now…
I sit down and he sits beside me, and we think about all the things that have changed since the last time we’ve talked. Miserable relationships have come to an end for you, and a beautiful one is just beginning for me. We try to think of the right things to say, but neither of us knows what to say to the other. Mouths open only to close seconds later, realizing that no, now is not the time for that. Things have changed and so have we. I am strong enough now, through the love of another, to stand up for myself and walk away from this void of despair that takes form in an unsuspecting human boy. “It was for the best,” I can say truthfully now, and leave you sitting on the bench alone for once.
She was sitting on the bench cross-legged. Though it was the middle of winter, her tan arms were bare. Only her long wavy blond hair served as protection from the blistering Danish cold. She had on gray jeans and converse. What was she doing here?
I sit down on benches while always on vacation. I am always waiting but at the same time my family is waiting on me out on a bench. I guess it’s a give/take relationship.
wow a bench i gues its just a freakin bench thats all it issssssss jeeeeeeeeeeeez peopppllllllllle i DONT THINK ITS THAT IMPORTANT. I MEAN ITS JUST A BENCH I PIECE OF WOOD ON THE SIDEWALK WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! SO COOL.
Sitting on a bench in the middle of the park. Suddenly a massive squirrel descends from the top of the world tree and charges! You flip the bench over and take cover behind it all the while firing your pistol at the beast’s eyes. It sprints towards you and in one swift motion stuffs you into its cheek along with the rest of the nuts.
where i should sit if I would sit but more where i lean my bike on and where i used to kiss my boyfriends my dad has always loved benches and had many and still does all over the yard. I think that they are serene.
like to sit on it admire the ducks i n the park, therow them some bread, look at the trees blowing in the wind, see someone with a bright coloured umbrella, walking slowly contemplating
Back to the bench with you, I shouted at the empty pitcher. With a wave, and a friendly thank you, we saw the dead soldier replaced. Three in, we were finally ready to talk business.
So, I began. When are you going to marry my sister?
I can bench press 5 lbs … wow, such a benchmark in my 53 years of life. Now, I am just sitting here on this bench wondering whether this is all life has to offer me.
i used to love spending my days in the sun sitting on high school benches back in the day (aka 5 years ago). it was really nice and soothing, especially since i was surrounded by all my close friends.
:)
Sitting on a park bench in a town i’ve never been to before. I look up and down and i get the two confused. I’m not alone. I packed my friend jack with me in my purse. He holds me when I’m down and up. Sitting on the park bench, I’m fine.
I saw down slowly onto the wooden bench, feeling it against the back of my calfs before I did. My cane tapped around my feet for a moment before I relaxed down. A bird rested down on the ground beside me, obsiously looking for food. It must be a common place for birds to eat here, I wondered where the original feeder had gone.
Sitting on a bench, you can watch people go by. They walk quickly to places that they need to be. They carry their belongings. Smoke cigarettes. They are out there moving and living life.
beautiful and sunlit, wood warmed by a peaceful day. No one there, everyone working, and those that arent’ have grown too quiet to visit at this time of day. You dream of it and feel your breath in your lungs. A minute preparing you for infinity
OH MY GOD !!!!! ITS A FREAKIN BENCH ITS THE WORD BENCH WOW THAT IS SO COOL. did u know that the word bench is at the top of my screen i bet u didnt hahahah.
I STILL CANT BELIEVE THE WORD BENCH IS THERE HOLY COW. A
it’s best when I slide to the end of the bench and wait. quietly smiling to myself. it just seems more likely that you will come along and sit beside me if I don’t sit right in the middle all anxious and squirming.
A bench… Well it’s something that you sit on. It’s usually brown and it’s made of wood. I love sitting on the bench at Central park because that’s what I do with my significant other which he was reviewing me on Economics. It was a really nice experience. It was really chilly that day and benches do not help at all.
He worked on that bench day and night all for the kids to sit at the new table. It was beautiful and shiny, warm and inviting. But after the wreck, the bench was too big and only reminded him of who used to sit there, what warm bottoms shared that space.
is where kids sit on when they are waiting to play a sport. mostly the kids do not play very well. sometimes the players have to sit on the bench when they have low grades or are injured. siting the bench can be the worst place for a athlete
I didn’t get the job. They called me and told me that they couldn’t hire me because of my driving abstract. I want to cry. But, I’m not out of this game yet. I’ll cry a little, but I’m not sitting on the bench yet for this endless game. I’ll find something.
I was sitting on a park bench as the wind blew through my hair. I looked at all the women and men with children running wildly through metal jungles. Then I looked at myself. There was no bench below me. I was falling. Alone.
Once I want on a hike in discovery park, and found an abandoned park bench in the middle of the woods. There was trash and old beer cans spilled on the ground all around it.
bench a place to sit a place to listen to sit and listen to the sounds that surround you. relax in this place. feel it. listen to what the world is saying. hear every sound of growth around you. things blooming
Benches are good places to sit when you want to feed birdies bread crumbs. If you’re in the park you get to be in nature and have it all around you. But sometimes benches are vandalized and stuff so they aren’t so pretty.
This bench is hard and cold and I do not like it. She was the same way – Marie. Hard and cold and unfeeling. I’m glad to have her out of my life. She was no good, no use. I’m much better off, so much better.
On the bench there is a retired coal-miner. He hasn’t smelled fresh air like this in years. He is not there to feed the pigeons. The acrid smell of pigeon feeds him. He does not miss the claustrophobic smell of the mines.
A bench is a type of seating that people can sit on. You can find benches anywhere. They are all over the place. I don’t like sitting on benches. They are hard and they hurt.
Benches are beds for hobos. They sleep on them after they have snuck off the train and are in a new destination.
Bench’s are uh cool? Yeah, bench’s are everywhere! Like seriously everywhere. You could just be like walking down the street and see a bench just sitting there.
Benches are used for sitting and to rest, benches are everywhere. If benches were alive they would be the old smart man.
im sitting on að bench and i watch the birds in the trees above. I’m lonely and im thinking of her and her boyfriend. I know that they are somewhere nice. I wish it was me and her.
I sat on the bench at the park
it was a lovely day
the children were playing all around
one of them even hid under my bench
well it isn’t my bench
its the park’s bench
perhaps it was this child’s bench
or maybe it belongs to the squirrels
it’s everyones, that’s it.
Bench. wooden or metal, shade or sun. You tripped over it, you slept on it… you saw someone sleeping on it. You left your book, cellphone, iPod on the bench. You have one in your living room, but that’s a different breed of bench.
I sit feeling the bench’s ends against the back of my calfs, my cane tapping around the ground below me. I can’t see the park, I can’t even see my own hands, but I can feel the cool texture of the bench under me. Something chirps and I feel the flutter of wings, this must of been a common place to feed birds. I wonder where the feeder is now…
I sit down and he sits beside me, and we think about all the things that have changed since the last time we’ve talked. Miserable relationships have come to an end for you, and a beautiful one is just beginning for me. We try to think of the right things to say, but neither of us knows what to say to the other. Mouths open only to close seconds later, realizing that no, now is not the time for that. Things have changed and so have we. I am strong enough now, through the love of another, to stand up for myself and walk away from this void of despair that takes form in an unsuspecting human boy. “It was for the best,” I can say truthfully now, and leave you sitting on the bench alone for once.
She was sitting on the bench cross-legged. Though it was the middle of winter, her tan arms were bare. Only her long wavy blond hair served as protection from the blistering Danish cold. She had on gray jeans and converse. What was she doing here?
Bench reminds me of a place to sit in a park and restfully take in the outdoor ambience.
Bench also makes me think of the justice system — on the bench.
I sit down on benches while always on vacation. I am always waiting but at the same time my family is waiting on me out on a bench. I guess it’s a give/take relationship.
I sat on the bench waiting for the bus to come. My red, polka-dot umbrella did little to keep the rain from soaking my shoes.
wow a bench i gues its just a freakin bench thats all it issssssss jeeeeeeeeeeeez peopppllllllllle i DONT THINK ITS THAT IMPORTANT. I MEAN ITS JUST A BENCH I PIECE OF WOOD ON THE SIDEWALK WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!! SO COOL.
Sitting on a bench in the middle of the park. Suddenly a massive squirrel descends from the top of the world tree and charges! You flip the bench over and take cover behind it all the while firing your pistol at the beast’s eyes. It sprints towards you and in one swift motion stuffs you into its cheek along with the rest of the nuts.
where i should sit if I would sit but more where i lean my bike on and where i used to kiss my boyfriends my dad has always loved benches and had many and still does all over the yard. I think that they are serene.
like to sit on it admire the ducks i n the park, therow them some bread, look at the trees blowing in the wind, see someone with a bright coloured umbrella, walking slowly contemplating
Back to the bench with you, I shouted at the empty pitcher. With a wave, and a friendly thank you, we saw the dead soldier replaced. Three in, we were finally ready to talk business.
So, I began. When are you going to marry my sister?
The girl sat on the bench, swinging her legs idly as she stared up at the large sign that was before her.
“Mama?”
“Hmm?”
“What does that say?”
Her mother looked up at the sign as well. “It’s the bus sign, honey. It tells us where we’re going to go,”
“And where are we going, Mama?” the girl asked.
The mother hesitated, looking up at the sign. “I’m not sure yet. Just away, for now,”
I can bench press 5 lbs … wow, such a benchmark in my 53 years of life. Now, I am just sitting here on this bench wondering whether this is all life has to offer me.
Underneath the bench
Jody found a wrench
tightening was a cinch
but made the neighbors wince
wincing from their porch
neighbors grabbed and pinched
the wrench had made a stench
underneath the bench
i used to love spending my days in the sun sitting on high school benches back in the day (aka 5 years ago). it was really nice and soothing, especially since i was surrounded by all my close friends.
:)
there was a bird on the bench in the park today. It was soft, it was warm, it was dead.
Sitting on a park bench in a town i’ve never been to before. I look up and down and i get the two confused. I’m not alone. I packed my friend jack with me in my purse. He holds me when I’m down and up. Sitting on the park bench, I’m fine.
I saw down slowly onto the wooden bench, feeling it against the back of my calfs before I did. My cane tapped around my feet for a moment before I relaxed down. A bird rested down on the ground beside me, obsiously looking for food. It must be a common place for birds to eat here, I wondered where the original feeder had gone.
Sitting on a bench, you can watch people go by. They walk quickly to places that they need to be. They carry their belongings. Smoke cigarettes. They are out there moving and living life.
And you’re sitting on a bench.
beautiful and sunlit, wood warmed by a peaceful day. No one there, everyone working, and those that arent’ have grown too quiet to visit at this time of day. You dream of it and feel your breath in your lungs. A minute preparing you for infinity
OH MY GOD !!!!! ITS A FREAKIN BENCH ITS THE WORD BENCH WOW THAT IS SO COOL. did u know that the word bench is at the top of my screen i bet u didnt hahahah.
I STILL CANT BELIEVE THE WORD BENCH IS THERE HOLY COW. A
it’s best when I slide to the end of the bench and wait. quietly smiling to myself. it just seems more likely that you will come along and sit beside me if I don’t sit right in the middle all anxious and squirming.
Park benches covered in graffiti, bubblegum and bird poop. I sit on the end.
A bench… Well it’s something that you sit on. It’s usually brown and it’s made of wood. I love sitting on the bench at Central park because that’s what I do with my significant other which he was reviewing me on Economics. It was a really nice experience. It was really chilly that day and benches do not help at all.