I brushed my hair brush against my wrist whenever I felt regret. I brushed my hair brush against my neck whenever I feel shame. they wonder why they found me dead on the floor of my room.
Brushed through, brushed aside. Tangled strands of coarseness becoming aligned and corrected as they are pushed and pulled from the disorderly chaos that clings to you throughout the day and metamorphoses into a regimented and recognizable pattern. A touch and a connection, he brushed my hand and I was not alone. I brushed aside the cares and woes of today and made room for more.
Even if I hadn’t just brushed by that man, I wouldn’t have remembered him. His face, you know, it wasn’t one you would remember. Why? I don’t know, it just wasn’t.
brushed my hair. every day one hundred stroke. soft silky shiny. i read an article that said men aren’t attracted to short hair and gave some statistic. mostly because hair represents health and it takes YEARS to grow a full long set of hair. Beauty into evolution.
i hadn’t seen him in months. his sleeve brushed my arm: all the hair on the back of my neck stood up. it’d take more than a good brushing to get the static out of this moment, i think, as he turns away from me altogether. i feel brushed off, i feel like that stainless steel sink with the brushed finish that’s never ever going to look new.
The last time I saw him, we brushed past each other at Blockbuster. He didn’t notice me. I didn’t even realize it was him until a friend mentioned that he had been in the area that day. Sometimes I think I see him again, out of the corner of my eye. I don’t know what I’ll do when I brush past him again.
He brushed against the wall in his haste, hating the thin corridor more and more by the minute. How had they found him? He’d been so careful… A gunshot fired, and he pushed off running. As long as he kept them away from Darla. As long as his family was safe, this would all be worth it.
she brushed her eyelashes with a mustache comb. “i know it’s for mustaches,” she giggled, “but i just can’t resist! besides, i’ll never grow enough of a mustache to necessitate its combing.” an overwhelming sadness overtook her.
Today I brushed my hair. As I was picking though it, I noticed how unusually thick it was this morning. I continued to brush, only to feel pain as I continued. I then examined my scalp in the mirror. To my horror, there was some sort of creature embedded in my scalp.
baby
anonymous laughter about kids having to grow up and not being able to go trough all the things that they are supossed to go, and age doesn’t matter when colors are mixed into different temperatures and are able to be classified as bitches, but not all of them are evil, just the ones that don’t like being bragged about, and don’t like to eat really late in the night.
His hand brushed against the velvet of the cushion, and he was transported to a meadow outside Blandensville, where a crab apple tree stood waiting to shade anyone who stopped. He looked out to the west and saw the cloud towers of May, and wished he were sitting in the parlor again, listening to the clock tick.
she didn’t feel as beautiful as she looked in the picture. the magazine had hit shelves that morning, and from her apartment she could see people buying it from newsstands. young girls looked up to her, she knew. what would they think if they knew?
In a crowd I can’t help but feel as though everyone knows too much about me as they brush my arms.
This is contact I don’t always engage in with my close friends, why is this stranger touching me? Why do they just walk by as though we didn’t touch? Am I out of touch?
brushed steel and chrome and shine and flect and reflect and there you are warts and all have you seen the size of your pores and that scar on the side of your nose from that screen door that slammed in your face and remember how you cried and and cried.
We brushed past eachother in the hallway, again. It seemed to happen all the time. Normally, this sort of thing would lead me to think of romance or something — but how could that be, when he was quiet clearly a he. As was I.
Perhaps, not love, seeing as we both like girls. But perhaps we are fated to be something more.
you can brush my hair undress me everywhere come on barbie lets go party oooh oooh ah ah ah yeah so im listening to aqua it reminds me of high school and alannah beer
I was rushing quickly down the hall, backpack straining and books going every which way. I had been rushing after being stuck at my locker by a stubborn lock. Suddenly, in the hurry, she brushed by me.
I was walking down the street when suddenly i heard a loud sound from behind me. It seems it was a huge brush stalking me. I don’t know how much time was it following me
He brushed his hand against my cheek. My heart stopped- had it happened? The motion was so quick- could I have dreamed it? Just then he turned away and I was left with only speculation.
I knew it was that small, black bird darting in when the tip of a wing brushed against my skin the bird the fortune-teller had told me about the bird with forebodings of disaster the bird that ate the dead without any ritual the bird that had come to pull out my heart to destroy it.
Brushed is the past tense of the word brush. The first thing that comes to mind is brushing teeth, which is the first thing that a person does to start his day. These days, everyone brushes their teeth before starting their day.
He loved the way the subway felt, the heft of the smells, the crowds, the heat. He liked to begin in the very back car and float through in a rush, and as he brushed the living, drank of their memories, their experiences.
i brushed her hair till it feel out and then i saved it up until i had enough to make a little doll that i named after her man the doll smelled better then her these days but it didnt have the same
BRUSHE A BRUSH A brush a… get those pearly white pearly..
feels so good to go at the tongue .. clean the gums.. I’m good.. I’m tidy… I white and brighty… and this is crazy and h
I brushed my hair brush against my wrist whenever I felt regret. I brushed my hair brush against my neck whenever I feel shame. they wonder why they found me dead on the floor of my room.
By Phillip on 08.07.2009
a brush stroke of fate. it changed everything. and yet, this took forever. my thoughts…they lost.
By Phantom on 08.07.2009
brush stroke. simple swift smooth
brushing hair. gliding through
brush up against someone-brush their arm
By nl on 08.07.2009
the sun in the west was patient
finally setting in the august heat.
the light shone on my face
and you brushed the hair from my eyes.
By Jessa on 08.08.2009
Brushed through, brushed aside. Tangled strands of coarseness becoming aligned and corrected as they are pushed and pulled from the disorderly chaos that clings to you throughout the day and metamorphoses into a regimented and recognizable pattern. A touch and a connection, he brushed my hand and I was not alone. I brushed aside the cares and woes of today and made room for more.
By Patricia Coburn on 08.08.2009
Even if I hadn’t just brushed by that man, I wouldn’t have remembered him. His face, you know, it wasn’t one you would remember. Why? I don’t know, it just wasn’t.
By Mia Thyme on 08.08.2009
brushed. a subtle contact
that reminds me, in korean dramas they always pass each other, sooo close, but never see each other
if there were to.. perhaps, brushed against each other.. would they still walk on or actually notice their long lost love?
ah well, the moment still builds up
By Michelle on 08.08.2009
brushed my hair. every day one hundred stroke. soft silky shiny. i read an article that said men aren’t attracted to short hair and gave some statistic. mostly because hair represents health and it takes YEARS to grow a full long set of hair. Beauty into evolution.
By erica on 08.08.2009
She brushed her hair thoughtfully.
By Rachele B on 08.08.2009
“Yeowch!” I sceamed, as my arm brushed against the thorns of my cactus plant.
By Tan S.K on 08.08.2009
i hadn’t seen him in months. his sleeve brushed my arm: all the hair on the back of my neck stood up. it’d take more than a good brushing to get the static out of this moment, i think, as he turns away from me altogether. i feel brushed off, i feel like that stainless steel sink with the brushed finish that’s never ever going to look new.
By jan on 08.08.2009
The last time I saw him, we brushed past each other at Blockbuster. He didn’t notice me. I didn’t even realize it was him until a friend mentioned that he had been in the area that day. Sometimes I think I see him again, out of the corner of my eye. I don’t know what I’ll do when I brush past him again.
By Anastasia on 08.08.2009
He brushed against the wall in his haste, hating the thin corridor more and more by the minute. How had they found him? He’d been so careful… A gunshot fired, and he pushed off running. As long as he kept them away from Darla. As long as his family was safe, this would all be worth it.
By missy on 08.08.2009
she brushed her eyelashes with a mustache comb. “i know it’s for mustaches,” she giggled, “but i just can’t resist! besides, i’ll never grow enough of a mustache to necessitate its combing.” an overwhelming sadness overtook her.
By katie on 08.08.2009
Today I brushed my hair. As I was picking though it, I noticed how unusually thick it was this morning. I continued to brush, only to feel pain as I continued. I then examined my scalp in the mirror. To my horror, there was some sort of creature embedded in my scalp.
By Luci on 08.08.2009
baby
anonymous laughter about kids having to grow up and not being able to go trough all the things that they are supossed to go, and age doesn’t matter when colors are mixed into different temperatures and are able to be classified as bitches, but not all of them are evil, just the ones that don’t like being bragged about, and don’t like to eat really late in the night.
By mariana morales on 08.08.2009
His hand brushed against the velvet of the cushion, and he was transported to a meadow outside Blandensville, where a crab apple tree stood waiting to shade anyone who stopped. He looked out to the west and saw the cloud towers of May, and wished he were sitting in the parlor again, listening to the clock tick.
By Brian Slusher on 08.08.2009
her face was brushed pink with love.
By Cliff on 08.08.2009
I felt like screaming.
By Ladybug on 08.08.2009
she didn’t feel as beautiful as she looked in the picture. the magazine had hit shelves that morning, and from her apartment she could see people buying it from newsstands. young girls looked up to her, she knew. what would they think if they knew?
By maddie on 08.08.2009
In a crowd I can’t help but feel as though everyone knows too much about me as they brush my arms.
This is contact I don’t always engage in with my close friends, why is this stranger touching me? Why do they just walk by as though we didn’t touch? Am I out of touch?
Or are they?
By Kim on 08.08.2009
brushed steel and chrome and shine and flect and reflect and there you are warts and all have you seen the size of your pores and that scar on the side of your nose from that screen door that slammed in your face and remember how you cried and and cried.
By wigout on 08.08.2009
We brushed past eachother in the hallway, again. It seemed to happen all the time. Normally, this sort of thing would lead me to think of romance or something — but how could that be, when he was quiet clearly a he. As was I.
Perhaps, not love, seeing as we both like girls. But perhaps we are fated to be something more.
By Georgia. on 08.08.2009
you can brush my hair undress me everywhere come on barbie lets go party oooh oooh ah ah ah yeah so im listening to aqua it reminds me of high school and alannah beer
By Maryanne Herrygers on 08.08.2009
he brushed he hair away so he could get better access to her neck.. he then brushed his lips on her neck and opened his mouth.. and bit down.. hard
By Rosa on 08.08.2009
I was rushing quickly down the hall, backpack straining and books going every which way. I had been rushing after being stuck at my locker by a stubborn lock. Suddenly, in the hurry, she brushed by me.
By Jeff on 08.08.2009
I was walking down the street when suddenly i heard a loud sound from behind me. It seems it was a huge brush stalking me. I don’t know how much time was it following me
By emili on 08.08.2009
He brushed his hand against my cheek. My heart stopped- had it happened? The motion was so quick- could I have dreamed it? Just then he turned away and I was left with only speculation.
By elle on 08.08.2009
I knew it was that small, black bird darting in when the tip of a wing brushed against my skin the bird the fortune-teller had told me about the bird with forebodings of disaster the bird that ate the dead without any ritual the bird that had come to pull out my heart to destroy it.
By Joy Cagil on 08.08.2009
i brushed up against this girl,
on purpose of course.
in that moment i felt a whole world of possibilities open up to me as bare flesh met bare flesh.
of course, she didn’t notice and kept moving.
god damn im a weirdo.
By ben on 08.08.2009
Brushed is the past tense of the word brush. The first thing that comes to mind is brushing teeth, which is the first thing that a person does to start his day. These days, everyone brushes their teeth before starting their day.
By Alex on 08.08.2009
air brushed babes on magazine covers creating people who dont like themselves and are never satisfed with anything to bad fro
By brett mulls on 08.08.2009
He loved the way the subway felt, the heft of the smells, the crowds, the heat. He liked to begin in the very back car and float through in a rush, and as he brushed the living, drank of their memories, their experiences.
By ThomG on 08.08.2009
i brushed her hair till it feel out and then i saved it up until i had enough to make a little doll that i named after her man the doll smelled better then her these days but it didnt have the same
By Brett Mulls on 08.08.2009
i had a brush with death and a rush of emotion and a hushed up life and a mushed up heart and lush love and gushed over it all the way till i died
By Brett Mullino on 08.08.2009
BRUSHE A BRUSH A brush a… get those pearly white pearly..
feels so good to go at the tongue .. clean the gums.. I’m good.. I’m tidy… I white and brighty… and this is crazy and h
By tink on 08.08.2009
The grass brushed against my legs, leaving red pin pricks. Tiny love bites. The clouds sailed overhead like boats. Or swimming elephants.
By Sophie on 08.08.2009
Aside like nothing.
My hair for about twenty minutes.
The wooden floorboards, sprinkled with flour.
The crumbs from the tabletop after dinner.
By Mags on 08.08.2009
brushed lips, blushing souls. pure happiness, flitting away.i know it’s just distance, but it feels just like the end.
By amanda jean ott on 08.08.2009
she brushed her teeth in a hurry,while staring blankly at the mirror.She puts the toothbrush back in the cabinet and heads to the bus station.
By danielle on 08.08.2009