Why oh why did it have to be bones?! Skin he could deal with, even come to appreciate, muscle, tendons, ligaments – anything! But bones. They just… He looked down one last time at the crime scene of a unmarked grave. They scared him with the thought of everything unexplained.
The old bones lay underneath our cellar for so long that the dry musty smell would rise to my bedroom and bring nightmares of skeletons to me every night. No one seemed to know what I was talking about till the night when the skeleton came to our door and asked for sugar.
Winter’s Bone was an Academy Award winner. I wasn’t the biggest fan though. I’m listening to an old techno song right now. It’s bringing up memories. Wait. It’s a remix. Remixes. Funny how other artists can twist another artist’s original work and call it their own.
Bones are the foundations of life. Skeletons: they build us up from nothing and become the last existing remnants of our existence. The be all and end all. The broken and fixed. The strong, hard yet fallible representation of our existence. Break my bones, but you can never defeat me, for my bones will never be destroyed.
He couldn’t have said what made him so certain, only that the other man’s face was set too firmly, eyes too carefully blank. He said, slowly, “I think you’re lying. I feel it in my bones.”
the lovely bones is a really sad story. we all have bones, skeletons are creepy, but always good for learning with. i gat very sad when people get bone marrow cancer because apparently its the most painful thing to have bone marrow transplants
he shook the dice in his hand and threw them violently.
“C’mon you damn bones, get lucky for me!”
But alas. two ones appeared and he felt a deep shudder
bones are made of calcium and phosphorous. They are white in colour. Human body has 206 bones altogehter. The longest bone is femur. The smallest bones is the stapes. The bones of birds are hollow. They are very light. They are able to fly bcoz of their light bones
Dried, evil little white fragments like shells on the beach where we made love. She was a skinny little thing then, with ribs painted white and yellow hair. Her eyes were blue and her lips blood red. Pulling them apart was warm and pink. A storm was coming and the lighthouse light was spinning like a frantic mother searching for her child, a boat lost at sea. The waves grew bigger until the white foam spread to our feet. Smell of sweat and rubber. Dead bodies in the water.
the bones were found in his back yard. He was a murder er for sure although he deinied it even to himself but he got caught. now he will pay the price for what he has done to other people.
The bones of the girl he had killed all those years ago mocked him. He was going to death row, there was no way to escape it. Because of her bones, found after all this time. She had her revenge.
bones hold us all together, but they can also tear us apart. They break, not bend. They heal.. and tell stories long into the future, from long into the past.
He carelessly steps around the graveyard, crushing bones under his heavy boots. The man grins in content, looking at the destruction he has caused. Bones litter the moist grass, accompanied by blood and corpses. The sun rises upon the ruins and the man turns and walks away, cape and hair blowing in the wind.
He won this war, he survived and now he will continue his insanity across the world.
bones are core of our bodies. they keep us together, they’re foundation of our moving bodies. but without a skin that isn’t even as close as strong as bones they couldn’t do all that and be all that. so even the strongest ones at times need someone seemingly much weeker at times to be strong, that makes them strong, in fact. otherwise we’d be just a piles of bones lining around.
He carelessly steps around the graveyard, crushing bones under his heavy boots. The man grins in content, looking at the destruction he has caused. Bones litter the moist grass, accompanied by blood and corpses. The sun rises upon the ruins and the man turns and walks away, cape and hair blowing in the wind.
He won this war, he survived and now he will continue his insanity across the world.
Bones, so lovely. Creates the most beautiful of structures. Creating vastly amounts of cherish beings. Kindly takes its resting place past its due date.
your bones ache. you are weary from carrying the weight of the world. but He can take your dry bones and give them new life. take your burdens to Him and he will carry them. bring life to your bones. <3
Dry bones, bones lying across the ground in deep high piles. They sung a blissful melody across the court yard to passers by, telling the tall of sadness. A sad story that followed their ending, their death.
I’ve never watched that TV show, Bones. I wonder if its any good. I think hulu or netflix recommended I see it. That sounds weird- ‘hulu or netflix recommended I see it’? They’re programs! A machine/program knows what I like. It makes me feel… predictable.
fragile things of disgust that hold you shaky gaiky body up. stilts of ass crumbling fast. shush crash on the floor bones full snow. calcium eating cranium screaming.
I’ve never watched that TV show, Bones. I Wonder if its any good. I think hulu or netflix recommended I see it. That sounds weird. ‘hulu or netflix recommended I see it’? They’re programs! A machine/program knows what I like. It makes me feel… predictable.
they loved the bones of her, she said, as soon as they saw her tiny body and the fuzz of blond hair, so the opprobrium was limited to the mother, the shame and guilt and rejection heaped neatly in one place, it was the eighties for God’s sake not Victorian times and now she’s is fine, riding high, shes come through, with true grit and the solace of a bottle of Smirnoff and diet coke to mix on a Friday night, I’d rather have my feelings than not, I said, whatever that costs, she made a face, she didn’t agree, the tough people are only tough in a certain way; I’ll feel the feelings, it’s my only compass, drink tea, be tough that way
sinking like stones. Ossified, milky. Brittle and dusty. Or young and flexible like new shoots. All shapes and sizes. Death, evidence of. In a nutshell. Beautiful.
Boney , they called him boney since he began to walk. He could eat and eat and never put on weight. As he grew older and learnt more he heard Napoleon was called Bone too, then there. was Boney M the band .and other Bonies. It was what lasted not flesh he knew so they were calling him a name which lasted for a long time . When thy disenterred him thy would say I wonderhow Boney is getting on they would find a mound of his bones deep down in the earth after the oak coffin had given up and turned to dust. Bones don’t turn to dust easily. He was never fat , never fleshy fat flesh is for maggots to eat eventually . Why turn your body into a paradise for maggots ? Most people do .
all along the quay we were singing as we rattled over the cobbles in the wooden boards on the bed of the cart – tied back to back , heels hobbled we could see the town pass only through chinks in the sideboards – so many waved – in greeting?
falling faster swift and white crunch crunch sucking marrow swiftly through open teeth slurping past the blood and brokenness where do we go from here? did that mean anything, anything at all….bones on bones and bones in bones grow into me I want someone to grow into me but how do we do that is it okay? no, it’s not okay, that’s what I’ve learned. angles and paleness and bleached out by summer suns on sandy beaches finding pieces of people who lived once upon a time who loved who laughed who took care of one another. bones that hold us up without them we’d just be bags of skin carcasses holding miscellaneous organs that we wouldn’t even know what to do with. we still don’t know, don’t know anything really so why do we try? because it’s what we do future’s forward past is passed all we have is the ever changing present. you told me to relax, that it would all be okay. then the next day you sent me that message, you confused my sad little heart. but it’s okay and I forgive you and I hope we can still be friends. you shouldn’t have come on to me like that, but I shouldn’t have been so naive. they told me I looked good and I didn’t believe them, but now I know that I did look good, maybe too good. what if I had drank one cup more of that scorching liquid, what if I was just a little bit more tipsy, a little bit less myself? would I have given it away? would I have gone from never-been-kissed to kissed then touched then touching then who knows what else? I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. we were lucky, we were so lucky. there are still lines, still lines that we cannot cross. i forgive you, but next time I know not to be so careless, even this time I’m proud of myself though, I really am.
The bones in his body seemed to snap. One by one, each of them making a hellish sound and sending a painful and disconcertingly tangible reverberation through his body. It was very clear to him he was going to die, but it was also very hard to cling to that thought whilst doing so.
We have a million bones in our bodies. okay well not a million, but a decent amount. most of our….okay some of our bones are atually cartilage that later on forms into bone, due to calcium and other minerals
fingers trace the notches of my spine, drumming along nerve endings to cause shivers and gasps and spasms to the beat of the stooges drumrolls as your worn rough palms mold me to your frame. do you like it? the shape of my lips as i lose myself in ice blue eyes?
Why oh why did it have to be bones?! Skin he could deal with, even come to appreciate, muscle, tendons, ligaments – anything! But bones. They just… He looked down one last time at the crime scene of a unmarked grave. They scared him with the thought of everything unexplained.
The old bones lay underneath our cellar for so long that the dry musty smell would rise to my bedroom and bring nightmares of skeletons to me every night. No one seemed to know what I was talking about till the night when the skeleton came to our door and asked for sugar.
If I didn’t have bones, I’d just collapse like a big old skin bag full of flesh and organs. Which is what I’d be.
bones are white. bone white. bones are strong and should be healthy. no broken bones, no broken dreams.
Winter’s Bone was an Academy Award winner. I wasn’t the biggest fan though. I’m listening to an old techno song right now. It’s bringing up memories. Wait. It’s a remix. Remixes. Funny how other artists can twist another artist’s original work and call it their own.
Bones are the foundations of life. Skeletons: they build us up from nothing and become the last existing remnants of our existence. The be all and end all. The broken and fixed. The strong, hard yet fallible representation of our existence. Break my bones, but you can never defeat me, for my bones will never be destroyed.
He couldn’t have said what made him so certain, only that the other man’s face was set too firmly, eyes too carefully blank. He said, slowly, “I think you’re lying. I feel it in my bones.”
the lovely bones is a really sad story. we all have bones, skeletons are creepy, but always good for learning with. i gat very sad when people get bone marrow cancer because apparently its the most painful thing to have bone marrow transplants
he shook the dice in his hand and threw them violently.
“C’mon you damn bones, get lucky for me!”
But alas. two ones appeared and he felt a deep shudder
bones are made of calcium and phosphorous. They are white in colour. Human body has 206 bones altogehter. The longest bone is femur. The smallest bones is the stapes. The bones of birds are hollow. They are very light. They are able to fly bcoz of their light bones
Bones are strong and so are we, without bone we would be nothing but a flop of skin with no life.
skeleton death david skull body brain broken
Dried, evil little white fragments like shells on the beach where we made love. She was a skinny little thing then, with ribs painted white and yellow hair. Her eyes were blue and her lips blood red. Pulling them apart was warm and pink. A storm was coming and the lighthouse light was spinning like a frantic mother searching for her child, a boat lost at sea. The waves grew bigger until the white foam spread to our feet. Smell of sweat and rubber. Dead bodies in the water.
the bones were found in his back yard. He was a murder er for sure although he deinied it even to himself but he got caught. now he will pay the price for what he has done to other people.
ones ache im getting old with arthruitis
broken
healty
white
sharp
The bones of the girl he had killed all those years ago mocked him. He was going to death row, there was no way to escape it. Because of her bones, found after all this time. She had her revenge.
bones hold us all together, but they can also tear us apart. They break, not bend. They heal.. and tell stories long into the future, from long into the past.
He carelessly steps around the graveyard, crushing bones under his heavy boots. The man grins in content, looking at the destruction he has caused. Bones litter the moist grass, accompanied by blood and corpses. The sun rises upon the ruins and the man turns and walks away, cape and hair blowing in the wind.
He won this war, he survived and now he will continue his insanity across the world.
bones are core of our bodies. they keep us together, they’re foundation of our moving bodies. but without a skin that isn’t even as close as strong as bones they couldn’t do all that and be all that. so even the strongest ones at times need someone seemingly much weeker at times to be strong, that makes them strong, in fact. otherwise we’d be just a piles of bones lining around.
He carelessly steps around the graveyard, crushing bones under his heavy boots. The man grins in content, looking at the destruction he has caused. Bones litter the moist grass, accompanied by blood and corpses. The sun rises upon the ruins and the man turns and walks away, cape and hair blowing in the wind.
He won this war, he survived and now he will continue his insanity across the world.
Bones, so lovely. Creates the most beautiful of structures. Creating vastly amounts of cherish beings. Kindly takes its resting place past its due date.
your bones ache. you are weary from carrying the weight of the world. but He can take your dry bones and give them new life. take your burdens to Him and he will carry them. bring life to your bones. <3
Dry bones, bones lying across the ground in deep high piles. They sung a blissful melody across the court yard to passers by, telling the tall of sadness. A sad story that followed their ending, their death.
I’ve never watched that TV show, Bones. I wonder if its any good. I think hulu or netflix recommended I see it. That sounds weird- ‘hulu or netflix recommended I see it’? They’re programs! A machine/program knows what I like. It makes me feel… predictable.
fragile things of disgust that hold you shaky gaiky body up. stilts of ass crumbling fast. shush crash on the floor bones full snow. calcium eating cranium screaming.
I’ve never watched that TV show, Bones. I Wonder if its any good. I think hulu or netflix recommended I see it. That sounds weird. ‘hulu or netflix recommended I see it’? They’re programs! A machine/program knows what I like. It makes me feel… predictable.
they loved the bones of her, she said, as soon as they saw her tiny body and the fuzz of blond hair, so the opprobrium was limited to the mother, the shame and guilt and rejection heaped neatly in one place, it was the eighties for God’s sake not Victorian times and now she’s is fine, riding high, shes come through, with true grit and the solace of a bottle of Smirnoff and diet coke to mix on a Friday night, I’d rather have my feelings than not, I said, whatever that costs, she made a face, she didn’t agree, the tough people are only tough in a certain way; I’ll feel the feelings, it’s my only compass, drink tea, be tough that way
I wanted to be in his skin. I want to be beneath his muscle. I want to be his exoskeleton. I wanted to be his bones. I want to be in his marrow.
sinking like stones. Ossified, milky. Brittle and dusty. Or young and flexible like new shoots. All shapes and sizes. Death, evidence of. In a nutshell. Beautiful.
aches pain, milk. bones are the structure to our beings. if we destroy them we destroy are basis. its important to take good care of your bones.
The skeletons of long dead villagers were used as toothpicks by the giants. The giants slimy, green, teeth were swarming with bacteria.
Bones are the parts of a city that never escaped from wonderland. Fries are lucky to know them.
Boney , they called him boney since he began to walk. He could eat and eat and never put on weight. As he grew older and learnt more he heard Napoleon was called Bone too, then there. was Boney M the band .and other Bonies. It was what lasted not flesh he knew so they were calling him a name which lasted for a long time . When thy disenterred him thy would say I wonderhow Boney is getting on they would find a mound of his bones deep down in the earth after the oak coffin had given up and turned to dust. Bones don’t turn to dust easily. He was never fat , never fleshy fat flesh is for maggots to eat eventually . Why turn your body into a paradise for maggots ? Most people do .
all along the quay we were singing as we rattled over the cobbles in the wooden boards on the bed of the cart – tied back to back , heels hobbled we could see the town pass only through chinks in the sideboards – so many waved – in greeting?
falling faster swift and white crunch crunch sucking marrow swiftly through open teeth slurping past the blood and brokenness where do we go from here? did that mean anything, anything at all….bones on bones and bones in bones grow into me I want someone to grow into me but how do we do that is it okay? no, it’s not okay, that’s what I’ve learned. angles and paleness and bleached out by summer suns on sandy beaches finding pieces of people who lived once upon a time who loved who laughed who took care of one another. bones that hold us up without them we’d just be bags of skin carcasses holding miscellaneous organs that we wouldn’t even know what to do with. we still don’t know, don’t know anything really so why do we try? because it’s what we do future’s forward past is passed all we have is the ever changing present. you told me to relax, that it would all be okay. then the next day you sent me that message, you confused my sad little heart. but it’s okay and I forgive you and I hope we can still be friends. you shouldn’t have come on to me like that, but I shouldn’t have been so naive. they told me I looked good and I didn’t believe them, but now I know that I did look good, maybe too good. what if I had drank one cup more of that scorching liquid, what if I was just a little bit more tipsy, a little bit less myself? would I have given it away? would I have gone from never-been-kissed to kissed then touched then touching then who knows what else? I don’t know and I don’t want to find out. we were lucky, we were so lucky. there are still lines, still lines that we cannot cross. i forgive you, but next time I know not to be so careless, even this time I’m proud of myself though, I really am.
The bones in his body seemed to snap. One by one, each of them making a hellish sound and sending a painful and disconcertingly tangible reverberation through his body. It was very clear to him he was going to die, but it was also very hard to cling to that thought whilst doing so.
We have a million bones in our bodies. okay well not a million, but a decent amount. most of our….okay some of our bones are atually cartilage that later on forms into bone, due to calcium and other minerals
“Well, this is a fine mess you have gotten us into!”
Angel wiped his hands on his jeans. “I got us into? This is not my doing! The bones of this mess land on you, my friend!”
fingers trace the notches of my spine, drumming along nerve endings to cause shivers and gasps and spasms to the beat of the stooges drumrolls as your worn rough palms mold me to your frame. do you like it? the shape of my lips as i lose myself in ice blue eyes?