blood is red and blood cells are in the human body and there is white and red blood cells and blood is also in animals. bleeding is when blood exists the body outsome sort of opening , cut or graze. is you lose to much blood it can be deadly and you might have to get a blood transfusion. there are diferent types of blood and if you get a blood transfusion u have to get the blood from someone with the same type of blood.
blood drippingy yuck gross red slimey wet ozes out of the wound. hurts when you make yurself bleed. vampires mosies need blood ans suck the blood out of you.
One day when i was ten i had a pretty bad concussion. i had a scratch 3 mm from my left eye and it was so close to pulling out my eye. i was within my first few months of surfing and i had a friend take me out.
I hurt because I bleed. I cried because I bleed. My family hurts because of me. I hurt myself. Razors use to make me bleed. That was the only physical pain I could feel. Why ? Why am I.
As the man lay there, he could feel the life slipping out of him, the willpower being drained from his soul. There was nothing they could do, no matter how fast they got here. He could tell that the bullet would not relent, would not let him live. In the last seconds before the black, he could see people running, he could hear the sirens approaching, just before his head finally dropped into the black puddle.
We used to call people “bleeding hearts” if they felt the pain of others
and tried to heal the world. Sometimes they ignored their own families.
But now I think we need more empathetic people in the world who try to right the wrongs of the universe.
The pain inflicted is much like sadness but deals a more physical blow. It shows on my face when i walk into crowds and no matter how much i try to hide it, everyone sees. Its an unforgivable curse. Will someone help?
people dont only bleed from physical wounds but they bleed from emotional and mental pain as well. We all bleed, no matter our color, gender, or sexuality. We are one bleeding force to be reckoned with!
I don’t like blood that much. It makes me feel sick, I start to think about it too much. I would be a terrible doctor, like really terrible because I just wouldn’t be able to do it. I would take one look at the person and just start thinking too much about where the blood is coming from and cutting into skin and all that stuff.
My heart. It seems it bleeds more often then not. My heart bleeds for animals and children and people who are less fortunate than me. My heart bleeds because it wants to be loved and wants to give love in return.
My hand slipped on the edge of the glass. red blotted out of the cut. I sighed and turned on the cold water and stuck my hand under the stream. It stung and I hissed at the pain.
There are no bleeding heart liberals in my life. I am bleeding from my heart because I have no special someone in my life. To stem this bleeding, I need to be patient and positive and full of hope.
A hard scream and a shout, came from his demangled disgusting face, moments after the bloodied rusted knife carved a recundant slice into his already brutalised face. Bloodied corpses everywhere, blood blood blood
I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Last night, my roommate Jake got back from the gym and started bleeding after he picked his scab off. I guess since he was working out his legs pretty hard there was an increased pressure so when he picked the scab off it started bleeding pretty badly. It was disgusting. I have a weak stomach.
the blood poured like wine from her lips as her teeth gnashed in panic. She spund left and right looking for a way out of the crowd. they all had wolves sharp teeth and hard cold eyes. bile rose in her throat again and again as she started pushing.
My heart is bleeding because I lost my youngest son. I don’t think it will ever quit. I think of him lying in his bed and bleeding onto the sheets and don’t think I can go on. My heart hurts
He was bleeding profusely, where a sword had sliced through his abdomen. My hands pushed at the wound, trying to quell the rush of blood. It was warm and sticky; I could feel the life leaving him with each droplet. I cried out for a medic, someone, anyone, who could help save my best friend’s life.
i have a bleeding sore on my leg and i like it when my dog licks it, infact i pick the scab so my dog can keep licking it. my partrner tells me off because i lleave scars
Ink bleeding through paper… I don’t like thinking about blood or the viscosity of blood, so I tried not to think of that. I don’t like when I have pens that bleed through my notebook pages, but it is a brilliant thing to happen. especially when they bleed together. like ink blots and streams and drips and things.
Everything I think and everything I feel is bleeding….bleeding and spilling over and tumbling and co-mingling. I can’t find where one begins and the other ends. Is this depression? Or is it just the sign of a busy mind?
The blood was pouring out of me like water from a spicket. I had nowhere to go, and no way to get there. I had no way of contacting anyone. And that was the last thing I thought of before My subconscious faded away.
There’s two types of blood. Dark red blood is a good thing. It means that there’s still time for tourniquets and chitosan to do their work. Bright red blood is a problem.
I never thought about blood. The true nature of blood, the crimson source of life, tangible in ways that our souls are not. Blood, to bleed. We all bleed eventually. In life and death we will all run dry someday. Its those who can bleed with a smile that are all the wiser. -Alex
I never thought about blood. The true nature of blood, the crimson source of life, tangible in ways that our souls are not. Blood, to bleed. We all bleed eventually. In life and death we will all run dry someday. Its those who can bleed with a smile that are all the wiser.
stood there with an open gash and blood oozing from it. It started to drip – pooling at the base of the long cut before slowly dripping down the arm – leaving a red trail like some kind of eerie snail mark – tracking it’s way through the hairs like drops of water down a window pane
blood is red and blood cells are in the human body and there is white and red blood cells and blood is also in animals. bleeding is when blood exists the body outsome sort of opening , cut or graze. is you lose to much blood it can be deadly and you might have to get a blood transfusion. there are diferent types of blood and if you get a blood transfusion u have to get the blood from someone with the same type of blood.
blood drippingy yuck gross red slimey wet ozes out of the wound. hurts when you make yurself bleed. vampires mosies need blood ans suck the blood out of you.
hurt
blood
wound
stitches
me
yuck
fainting
needles
cut
hospital
doctors
there is a big blood stane on your carpet and a knife in your hand a body in your bathroom the knife has blood on it.
period
blood
cut
hurt
pain
hospital
weapon
axe
knife
slice open
bandaid
bandage
fork
hammer
anger
assault
pain
gun
internal
body
red
the blood dripped through the vampires cold colour drained lips and onto the floor below
red blood dead people hospital
blood
red
substance
bleed
hurt
salt
iron
leech
One day when i was ten i had a pretty bad concussion. i had a scratch 3 mm from my left eye and it was so close to pulling out my eye. i was within my first few months of surfing and i had a friend take me out.
knife
gun
movies
shotthruiller
murfde
dying
cutne
edle
bandaid
pill
cut
period
bloood
vampire
veinsa
artery
blue vein
I hurt because I bleed. I cried because I bleed. My family hurts because of me. I hurt myself. Razors use to make me bleed. That was the only physical pain I could feel. Why ? Why am I.
As the man lay there, he could feel the life slipping out of him, the willpower being drained from his soul. There was nothing they could do, no matter how fast they got here. He could tell that the bullet would not relent, would not let him live. In the last seconds before the black, he could see people running, he could hear the sirens approaching, just before his head finally dropped into the black puddle.
We used to call people “bleeding hearts” if they felt the pain of others
and tried to heal the world. Sometimes they ignored their own families.
But now I think we need more empathetic people in the world who try to right the wrongs of the universe.
The pain inflicted is much like sadness but deals a more physical blow. It shows on my face when i walk into crowds and no matter how much i try to hide it, everyone sees. Its an unforgivable curse. Will someone help?
people dont only bleed from physical wounds but they bleed from emotional and mental pain as well. We all bleed, no matter our color, gender, or sexuality. We are one bleeding force to be reckoned with!
My eyes bleed tears
Of sorrow, shame and hurt
Staining the floor crimson
Beneath my crumpled body
I don’t like blood that much. It makes me feel sick, I start to think about it too much. I would be a terrible doctor, like really terrible because I just wouldn’t be able to do it. I would take one look at the person and just start thinking too much about where the blood is coming from and cutting into skin and all that stuff.
My heart. It seems it bleeds more often then not. My heart bleeds for animals and children and people who are less fortunate than me. My heart bleeds because it wants to be loved and wants to give love in return.
My hand slipped on the edge of the glass. red blotted out of the cut. I sighed and turned on the cold water and stuck my hand under the stream. It stung and I hissed at the pain.
falling droplets
no pain
sometimes pain
lots of pain
never coming back
forever stained
There are no bleeding heart liberals in my life. I am bleeding from my heart because I have no special someone in my life. To stem this bleeding, I need to be patient and positive and full of hope.
A hard scream and a shout, came from his demangled disgusting face, moments after the bloodied rusted knife carved a recundant slice into his already brutalised face. Bloodied corpses everywhere, blood blood blood
bleeding heart
beating heart
hard beating
hard boiling
boiling hot
boiling point
I have absolutely no idea what to write about. Last night, my roommate Jake got back from the gym and started bleeding after he picked his scab off. I guess since he was working out his legs pretty hard there was an increased pressure so when he picked the scab off it started bleeding pretty badly. It was disgusting. I have a weak stomach.
honeysuckle honeysuckle why must you bleed be quick don’t get that on the carpet
the blood poured like wine from her lips as her teeth gnashed in panic. She spund left and right looking for a way out of the crowd. they all had wolves sharp teeth and hard cold eyes. bile rose in her throat again and again as she started pushing.
My heart is bleeding because I lost my youngest son. I don’t think it will ever quit. I think of him lying in his bed and bleeding onto the sheets and don’t think I can go on. My heart hurts
she’s pretty in an unaffected way. motions to the ground beside her. he is tall. holds his breath. looks ahead. it’s hard.
I’m bleeding profusely, I’m weak. I am an open wound. Help, I’m sick. I’m dying….dying hard for love. Love… let me go….
He was bleeding profusely, where a sword had sliced through his abdomen. My hands pushed at the wound, trying to quell the rush of blood. It was warm and sticky; I could feel the life leaving him with each droplet. I cried out for a medic, someone, anyone, who could help save my best friend’s life.
i have a bleeding sore on my leg and i like it when my dog licks it, infact i pick the scab so my dog can keep licking it. my partrner tells me off because i lleave scars
Ink bleeding through paper… I don’t like thinking about blood or the viscosity of blood, so I tried not to think of that. I don’t like when I have pens that bleed through my notebook pages, but it is a brilliant thing to happen. especially when they bleed together. like ink blots and streams and drips and things.
Everything I think and everything I feel is bleeding….bleeding and spilling over and tumbling and co-mingling. I can’t find where one begins and the other ends. Is this depression? Or is it just the sign of a busy mind?
The blood was pouring out of me like water from a spicket. I had nowhere to go, and no way to get there. I had no way of contacting anyone. And that was the last thing I thought of before My subconscious faded away.
my wrist. is bleeding. it stings. ouch.
There’s two types of blood. Dark red blood is a good thing. It means that there’s still time for tourniquets and chitosan to do their work. Bright red blood is a problem.
Oh my god. Why is this happening. I woke up, drenched in sweat. the trickle on my face is what woke me. It viscosity….its taste. I recognize it.
I never thought about blood. The true nature of blood, the crimson source of life, tangible in ways that our souls are not. Blood, to bleed. We all bleed eventually. In life and death we will all run dry someday. Its those who can bleed with a smile that are all the wiser. -Alex
I never thought about blood. The true nature of blood, the crimson source of life, tangible in ways that our souls are not. Blood, to bleed. We all bleed eventually. In life and death we will all run dry someday. Its those who can bleed with a smile that are all the wiser.
stood there with an open gash and blood oozing from it. It started to drip – pooling at the base of the long cut before slowly dripping down the arm – leaving a red trail like some kind of eerie snail mark – tracking it’s way through the hairs like drops of water down a window pane