She sat there staring at the casket as it was slowly lowered to the ground below.
There wasnt an open casket at the funeral, so all she could do was guess how he looked.
Through out the years his body will decay and all that will be left of him will be bones.
Just bones.
bones is the name of a tv character. it also makes up the human skeleton. i wonder what i will look like when i die and only my bones are left after decaying. i used to save chicken bones for the puppy that i knew i would never get. its so random but i wanted one. my parents were afraid it would be killed by a car in fro
It was almost too much, entering that house again, the ceiling lined with bones like a ribcage. She must polish them to make them shine so. The young man stepped closer to the light of her fire, a musty low pit in the center of the dirt floor. She gazed at him from behind her damp fringe of hair. “Whaaat is it you require?” A hiss from the dark gape of her toothless mouth. He swallowed, and held out his payment, a fine crystal dagger, his only family heirloom, and prayed it was enough to barter for his beloved’s life.
But it wouldn’t be enough. It never is in these kinds of tales…
lo vely bones is one of the best movies i have ever seen
calcium is good for the bones. but i hate my bones cause they ar eto o thin. i wish i had stronger bones, maybe then i would weigh more healthy
sticking straight up and out like stubborn flowers determined to bloom before the cold winter ground is ready for them, before the weary eyes of passers by are expecting them, no, they are too busy hunched and huddled, tightly pulling coats around them and thinking back to the last time they saw the sun.
My son is four. He still doesn’t really understand when he eats chicken that it’s the animal that he’s eating and gets really excited when he reaches the bones. Like the bones are sticks the meat comes on.
“No. NO.” Bernard stepped slowly back, away from his wife, away from the wild look in her eyes and the knife in her hand. “I was making ribs for dinner,” she said. “The bones are just never tender enough.” Bones? Who cared about tender bones? Bernard’s wife sidled closer, waving the gleaming tool drunkenly.
They are hard and white. ITs a song by the Killers that has a great chorus. Bones also makes me think of boning, since our mind tends to go to such sexual things anyways. I have never actually broken a bone, though my brother has broken his foot, and got so much sympathy that I was jealous. My father was runover by a car and broke every bone below his waist. My mother has broke her collarbone three times on the same day each year, three years in a row. cursed huh?
Bones, thick and thin, crumbled fine to dust, how do they not crush under all this weight on your shoulders? The rib cage, strong, against a struggling heart, despite the pressure, it still carries on. Smack my cranium, but I just can’t stop thinking about him. Anger, sorrow, loneliness, I just want him back in my arms.
I’m so brittle. I might break, but I don’t, not yet anyway. But given time, I bet you could break me. Wear and tear – stress and fear. What becomes of us at the climax, the peak, the point of no return? Dust? Ash? Blackness?
Tell me you don’t intend this – if you have to – then lie to me. Make me believe that life is always beautiful, that everything always turns out well, and in that in the end you always loved me best.
The bones once moved. The bones once were part of a whole. The muscles attached… here, where there are crests. Most people don’t know that. Bones aren’t smooth. They rise and fall where muscles attach. The bones are a part of you, a part of me. They turn to dust and replenish the supply.
Bones, eh? Well, the first thing that comes to mind is obviously going to be the skeleton. Second thing, Brookelle Bones, one of my all time favorite site models. I don’t really know what else to write about this word… how many of these do I have? What was it, 203, or 206? Or was it 208? These are the questions that haunt me… :)
bones keep us strong. bones hold us together. skeletons have bones. bones are what you see after people die and decompose. bones have a story. bones can help or bones can kill. la dee dah dee dahhh. broken bones aren’t the same as a broken heart.
I think of bones the TV show. Those dry bones that rot up in grave yards, that snap when you break the wishbone. I hear the crunch when they break in movies, and I see the marrow in a dog’s toy. I see the white of the bone and I look at its coarseness.
Bones are pastey white and cold, they make me feel like isolation. They are alone and dead, like me sometimes, bones are special and perfect and broken. Bones are full of life and death, they are everything and nothing. They are strong and weak and it’s so sad when the small break theirs. I love my children and I love their little bones. Pastey white little bones….
bones are dangly. Dry and charred. rubbed against eachother they scratch. screach against my ears. the sounds of the dead. the words of them shot out with the strikes. non believers do not look but i choose to for the thought is different than what others like.
There are many bones in your body, but none I hate more than the “bone” that isn’t a bone. Sometimes I wonder why I was born this way. I wish I didn’t have it and that I could make it go away. Sometimes, I’ll use duct tape to “hide” it and look at myself in the mirror. It feels good to see myself without it.
the bone lied on the ground. Samson was fighting with his intent to kill. He momentarily got knocked off his feet. A “Donkey’s Jawbone” he said to himself. He picked it up and began to swing it wildly.
There she sat. A burlap sack in her lap. Found in the park, beneath an old oak. The bag was heavy, and smelled of old fruit and rust. She opened it. Flesh and bones, arranged in a peculiar shape, not the common ones found walking around, outside the contents of a sack. She screamed, but it replied with a simple “Hello.”
Bones are necessary to every human body. in a way they are all we have in common. underneath all the different-ness and unique-ness we all have the same or similar bones. we must take care of them. they are our strength.
there are so many bones in the human body. we are all the same, we are all made of the same thing. There is nothing stopping us from being the same. Bones can break and mend just like our hearts. we are all the same on the inside. Bones can also bend and resist pain as well as being broken. bones make us all the same.
Bones are in the human body to give us shape. But the human body is in the world to give shape to ideas. People:Bones::Ideas:People? Inspiration is the new Calcium. Got Originality?
they live under your skin and your muscles keep them in. roll around on the floor and get a massage from inside you, pressure hitting your points from inside instead of out. bang them together and the sound goes clonk clonk. boney boney bones. i’m boney i’m boney leave me aloney!
The icy wind licked around her face. She was chilled to the bones as she struggled through the snow ladened landscape. She could hardly feel her toes anymore and wondered if she would survive till she reached the next out station.
I like the t.v. show Bones. I want her profession. It would be fascinating to know what she knows about a person just from looking at their bones. Bones can tell you so much and you don’t even realize it.
Bones are white they’re long and thin and hard and get chewed on by dogs and buried in yards they hold you up they weigh you down they’re all that’s left when you’re burned they’re the one thing you don’t ever want to see that belongs to you but they’re on display in museums all the time they’d make good weapons but that’d be gross.
bones.
you might assume that they are solid. hard. the foundation of the human skeleton.
but in reality, they are weak. brittle. malleable.
they shape us, yet we can shape them so easily.
I like bones. they help my body grow, and they make my stronger by helping me be more flexible and not be able to break. They are also good because they help build my muscles and set a base structure for my body. I could not live without my bones.
the bones i feel in you bring me more happiness than you could ever know you. smother me in your bones, lay on me and block out everything besides the feeling of you. the feeling of your heavy bones on top of my bones…let it all in and just let me breathe by only feeling you. the weight of you and everything that i love.
The center that holds our bodies together. Its the hardest substance of a body. Its what is left after death and years of decay. It shows how we grew up, pain endured, challenges overcome. Its our core.
I know all of their names. I say them as I trace them on your body. We’re lying naked on your bed in the last of the afternoon sunlight. I begin to count your freckles, there are almost as many of them as there are memories of us like this….
hard bones
the source of our existence
without them we would fall
trying to find the strength that I need to survive
but the lack of backbone is making it hard
bones
without them we will die
without them we will fall
with them we stand tall
bones
build your bones and build your soul
The internal structure of everyone. No one would like anybody if people could see your bones. If everyone saw what was really inside the world would be completely different.
Bones are what keep us strong. They keep us together. Usually people think bones are bad things, but I like them. They are white, shiny, and keep us from being like Rosie O Donnell. I think we all need to appreciate bones a little bit more. Plus, they are like the final goodbyes from our ancestors. What is more appealing than a skull?
tibia fibia ulna radius i love bones. they provide structure. also in the bone marrow, B-cells are made. they help my immune system. i broke my left elbow in 3rd grade. i broke my left wrist in 9th grade. i broke my right foot in 11th grade. GOOD JOB BONES. i like bones in pants. i like bones that dance.
Through her clothes you could see them, protruding out sickeningly. When she walked you wondered hoe the wind didn’t blow her over. No matter what she wore, how baggy it was, you could see them, pronouncing to everyone around her that she needs help. Is anyone actually listening?
bones- ivory colored memoirs of the dead.
its funny how white is the color of everything.
white lights are death in movies
the color of your christening gown.
your wedding dress.
the lace table cloth on your grandmothers table at thanksgiving.
She sat there staring at the casket as it was slowly lowered to the ground below.
There wasnt an open casket at the funeral, so all she could do was guess how he looked.
Through out the years his body will decay and all that will be left of him will be bones.
Just bones.
bones is the name of a tv character. it also makes up the human skeleton. i wonder what i will look like when i die and only my bones are left after decaying. i used to save chicken bones for the puppy that i knew i would never get. its so random but i wanted one. my parents were afraid it would be killed by a car in fro
It was almost too much, entering that house again, the ceiling lined with bones like a ribcage. She must polish them to make them shine so. The young man stepped closer to the light of her fire, a musty low pit in the center of the dirt floor. She gazed at him from behind her damp fringe of hair. “Whaaat is it you require?” A hiss from the dark gape of her toothless mouth. He swallowed, and held out his payment, a fine crystal dagger, his only family heirloom, and prayed it was enough to barter for his beloved’s life.
But it wouldn’t be enough. It never is in these kinds of tales…
lo vely bones is one of the best movies i have ever seen
calcium is good for the bones. but i hate my bones cause they ar eto o thin. i wish i had stronger bones, maybe then i would weigh more healthy
sticking straight up and out like stubborn flowers determined to bloom before the cold winter ground is ready for them, before the weary eyes of passers by are expecting them, no, they are too busy hunched and huddled, tightly pulling coats around them and thinking back to the last time they saw the sun.
My son is four. He still doesn’t really understand when he eats chicken that it’s the animal that he’s eating and gets really excited when he reaches the bones. Like the bones are sticks the meat comes on.
“No. NO.” Bernard stepped slowly back, away from his wife, away from the wild look in her eyes and the knife in her hand. “I was making ribs for dinner,” she said. “The bones are just never tender enough.” Bones? Who cared about tender bones? Bernard’s wife sidled closer, waving the gleaming tool drunkenly.
They are hard and white. ITs a song by the Killers that has a great chorus. Bones also makes me think of boning, since our mind tends to go to such sexual things anyways. I have never actually broken a bone, though my brother has broken his foot, and got so much sympathy that I was jealous. My father was runover by a car and broke every bone below his waist. My mother has broke her collarbone three times on the same day each year, three years in a row. cursed huh?
Bones, thick and thin, crumbled fine to dust, how do they not crush under all this weight on your shoulders? The rib cage, strong, against a struggling heart, despite the pressure, it still carries on. Smack my cranium, but I just can’t stop thinking about him. Anger, sorrow, loneliness, I just want him back in my arms.
I’m so brittle. I might break, but I don’t, not yet anyway. But given time, I bet you could break me. Wear and tear – stress and fear. What becomes of us at the climax, the peak, the point of no return? Dust? Ash? Blackness?
Tell me you don’t intend this – if you have to – then lie to me. Make me believe that life is always beautiful, that everything always turns out well, and in that in the end you always loved me best.
The bones once moved. The bones once were part of a whole. The muscles attached… here, where there are crests. Most people don’t know that. Bones aren’t smooth. They rise and fall where muscles attach. The bones are a part of you, a part of me. They turn to dust and replenish the supply.
Bones, eh? Well, the first thing that comes to mind is obviously going to be the skeleton. Second thing, Brookelle Bones, one of my all time favorite site models. I don’t really know what else to write about this word… how many of these do I have? What was it, 203, or 206? Or was it 208? These are the questions that haunt me… :)
bones keep us strong. bones hold us together. skeletons have bones. bones are what you see after people die and decompose. bones have a story. bones can help or bones can kill. la dee dah dee dahhh. broken bones aren’t the same as a broken heart.
I think of bones the TV show. Those dry bones that rot up in grave yards, that snap when you break the wishbone. I hear the crunch when they break in movies, and I see the marrow in a dog’s toy. I see the white of the bone and I look at its coarseness.
the very building blocks to the human form, the only thing that alows us to stand. You are my bones the reason that I stand in this world.
Bones are pastey white and cold, they make me feel like isolation. They are alone and dead, like me sometimes, bones are special and perfect and broken. Bones are full of life and death, they are everything and nothing. They are strong and weak and it’s so sad when the small break theirs. I love my children and I love their little bones. Pastey white little bones….
bones are dangly. Dry and charred. rubbed against eachother they scratch. screach against my ears. the sounds of the dead. the words of them shot out with the strikes. non believers do not look but i choose to for the thought is different than what others like.
There are many bones in your body, but none I hate more than the “bone” that isn’t a bone. Sometimes I wonder why I was born this way. I wish I didn’t have it and that I could make it go away. Sometimes, I’ll use duct tape to “hide” it and look at myself in the mirror. It feels good to see myself without it.
the bone lied on the ground. Samson was fighting with his intent to kill. He momentarily got knocked off his feet. A “Donkey’s Jawbone” he said to himself. He picked it up and began to swing it wildly.
There she sat. A burlap sack in her lap. Found in the park, beneath an old oak. The bag was heavy, and smelled of old fruit and rust. She opened it. Flesh and bones, arranged in a peculiar shape, not the common ones found walking around, outside the contents of a sack. She screamed, but it replied with a simple “Hello.”
Bones are necessary to every human body. in a way they are all we have in common. underneath all the different-ness and unique-ness we all have the same or similar bones. we must take care of them. they are our strength.
Brittle and tough … bones are what makes us who we are. They give us height and motion. They are sturdy and breakable. A contradiction in life.
there are so many bones in the human body. we are all the same, we are all made of the same thing. There is nothing stopping us from being the same. Bones can break and mend just like our hearts. we are all the same on the inside. Bones can also bend and resist pain as well as being broken. bones make us all the same.
i have bone in my body. some times they break, other times they don’t. marrow fills my bones and can be cancerous. i have 206
Bones are in the human body to give us shape. But the human body is in the world to give shape to ideas. People:Bones::Ideas:People? Inspiration is the new Calcium. Got Originality?
they live under your skin and your muscles keep them in. roll around on the floor and get a massage from inside you, pressure hitting your points from inside instead of out. bang them together and the sound goes clonk clonk. boney boney bones. i’m boney i’m boney leave me aloney!
The icy wind licked around her face. She was chilled to the bones as she struggled through the snow ladened landscape. She could hardly feel her toes anymore and wondered if she would survive till she reached the next out station.
I like the t.v. show Bones. I want her profession. It would be fascinating to know what she knows about a person just from looking at their bones. Bones can tell you so much and you don’t even realize it.
Bones are white they’re long and thin and hard and get chewed on by dogs and buried in yards they hold you up they weigh you down they’re all that’s left when you’re burned they’re the one thing you don’t ever want to see that belongs to you but they’re on display in museums all the time they’d make good weapons but that’d be gross.
bones are like blahblahblah
bones.
you might assume that they are solid. hard. the foundation of the human skeleton.
but in reality, they are weak. brittle. malleable.
they shape us, yet we can shape them so easily.
I like bones. they help my body grow, and they make my stronger by helping me be more flexible and not be able to break. They are also good because they help build my muscles and set a base structure for my body. I could not live without my bones.
the bones i feel in you bring me more happiness than you could ever know you. smother me in your bones, lay on me and block out everything besides the feeling of you. the feeling of your heavy bones on top of my bones…let it all in and just let me breathe by only feeling you. the weight of you and everything that i love.
The center that holds our bodies together. Its the hardest substance of a body. Its what is left after death and years of decay. It shows how we grew up, pain endured, challenges overcome. Its our core.
I know all of their names. I say them as I trace them on your body. We’re lying naked on your bed in the last of the afternoon sunlight. I begin to count your freckles, there are almost as many of them as there are memories of us like this….
hard bones
the source of our existence
without them we would fall
trying to find the strength that I need to survive
but the lack of backbone is making it hard
bones
without them we will die
without them we will fall
with them we stand tall
bones
build your bones and build your soul
The internal structure of everyone. No one would like anybody if people could see your bones. If everyone saw what was really inside the world would be completely different.
Bones are what keep us strong. They keep us together. Usually people think bones are bad things, but I like them. They are white, shiny, and keep us from being like Rosie O Donnell. I think we all need to appreciate bones a little bit more. Plus, they are like the final goodbyes from our ancestors. What is more appealing than a skull?
tibia fibia ulna radius i love bones. they provide structure. also in the bone marrow, B-cells are made. they help my immune system. i broke my left elbow in 3rd grade. i broke my left wrist in 9th grade. i broke my right foot in 11th grade. GOOD JOB BONES. i like bones in pants. i like bones that dance.
Through her clothes you could see them, protruding out sickeningly. When she walked you wondered hoe the wind didn’t blow her over. No matter what she wore, how baggy it was, you could see them, pronouncing to everyone around her that she needs help. Is anyone actually listening?
bones- ivory colored memoirs of the dead.
its funny how white is the color of everything.
white lights are death in movies
the color of your christening gown.
your wedding dress.
the lace table cloth on your grandmothers table at thanksgiving.