He kicked the bucked. That’s what she whispered the other night. “He kicked the bucket”. I had no idea what it meant. I was five. But I knew it was serious because she murmured it ike it was the world’s biggest secret.
It’s the list that tell you that you lived your life to it’s fullest, it’s the bucket list, the list of all your dreams and wishes fullfilled, it’s the best way to tell yourself and the world that you always did exactly what was best for you, and what made you happy. It doesn’t get much better than that.
holding water is not only this objects real known job. For the bucket can hold many things. for With a string or without, people have been using these for many years
The bucket was once full. Now, the dreams I have chased throughout my life are now nearly complete. Am I therefore a true person? Have I got much else to live for? Or do I need a bigger bucket?
Slowly tipping and gently leaking the bucket finally gave away. With one las WOOSH the gooey contents flushed onto everybody standing by. No one knew then and no one will ever know who placed the bucket in it’s precarious position. Only I will ever know.
Well, all that comes to mind is “kicking the bucket,” as they say. The bucket I’m always trying to find, however, is the one I use to mop with. It always goes from the garage to the shed, to the patio, to the laundry room and never ever with the mop.
A bucket list. Things to do before you die. Or turn a certain age. Or have kids. Things you’ve always wanted to do but were too scared to try. Things you should do or you might regret. It’s better to regret the things you have done than the things you have not. SO go out. Fall in love. Run away.
When i was young i went to the market, and there was this giant bucket. I thought to myself how splendid it would be to have such a giant bucket. I could fill it with hot water and sit in it. I could fill it with sand from the beach and bring it home to have a sand box. I could flip it upside down and sit on it, pretend it is my throne.
THE BUCKET WAS FULL. SHE’S BACK WAS HURT AND SHE START TO LOOKING FOR SOME HELP… YOUNG GENTLEMAN WAS STANDING AND HE WAS TRYING TO BUY SOME VEGETABLES.
maybe the problem with my head being like a vessel with holes in the bottom is that i have hardly read any books in my life compared to the geniuses who swim alone in a sea of it, they do not drown in it but float and wave and they are completely alone as the tides sweep across, in and out. but they do not mind at all. that is what i must learn about.
People talk quite a bit about their bucket list, things they would like to accomplish before they die. I think it’s more important to contemplate what you can reasonably do today to make yourself happy. One cannot possibly hope to do everything they might like in a lifetime. For example there are hundreds of books I would like to read but I know I cannot possibly in my lifetime so I choose accordingly.
There once was a bucket that a little girl held. She never let go and her memories prevailed. but one stormy day, her pail blew away and so did the life she had with it.
The buckets of blood and pus were hulled up from the tub and poured down the grate in the middle of the surgical room. Its stark white tiles were a bright contrast to the red muck being dumped. After all the the tub was emptied, and the last of its contents rinsed out with water. the cleaner took the mop and cleaned. The white mop finished with a pink hue. The door was closed and a high intensity light turned on. The high heat and intensity designed the disinfect want the bleach could not reach. After the macabre that was held there, only stains-less steel and bright with tiles remained.
One day a girl found a bucket. She carried it everywhere. He memories prevailed. One stormy day, her bucket blew away. And so did the life she had with it.
But what is in the Bucket, Liza? What can I say to put in there, fill up the empty, make it dribble and dash from the sides? What can I say to weight your hands when you puck it up? What familiar love will make this little pail full? And who am I, who am I, who am I to assume that I am the only one who can fill it?
I wonder where the term kick the bucket comes from. It always makes me think of an old man kicking a red bucket into the air. By the time it hits the grass he is already dead.
Buckets are useful for carrying stuff. I mean, who knows the possibilities? You can store anything, within reason. Perhaps silver nitrate. But what is silver nitrate? Why carry it anywhere? I’m not really certain. Just writing, because they told me to. But who’s they? That’s actually something of interest.
Guessing the amount of tiny marbles in the bucket was a difficult task, but Kyle was determined. The winner would get two free tickets to the Linkin Park concert, and Kyle thought that if he won, Jenelle might finally go on a date with him.
the bucket list of my short life is immense. i want to live. not later, now. i will be happy. why not? because of my age, because of my gender? bullshit. i will do what makes me happy. period.
A bucket. A bucket of wishes. A bucket of lists. A bucket of lists and wishes to do and you hope will come true. A bucket of disappointment ensue as you are presented with a list of to-dos that hinders you from the things you wishes.
A bucket. A bucket of lists. A bucket of wishes. A bucket of lists and wishes. A bucket of to-do lists. A bucket of wishes that you pray and pray it will come true. But, somehow with the piles of to -dos, those wishes were forgotten.
there sat a bucket full of water. The man stood next to it looking in, thinking of the pain he had felt the last time he was near water. It still hurt, but he was starting life again, and that’s all that mattered to him at that point.
buckets are very useful and versatile. you can use them at home, at the beach, at work etc. they can carry many things from water to sand to rock..basically anything you want! it could also be used for more creative purposes such as storing jewelry.
I love buckets.. They can hold so much. You can swing it around and carry whatever you wish in your bucket. Even the word bucket is cute. Just say it “Bucket”.. don’t you just feel happier now? I love all the useful things buckets can be used for.
buckets are cool. you can do so many things with buckets. fill ‘em up with stuff and haul it off. use them to decorate, to chill beer, to clean, wash your car…all kinds of stuff. they use it to describe death…as in “to kick the bucket.” not sure why. but buckets are awesome. i have several and use them frequently.
my bucket list consists of a million little significant things that have the possibility of making an impact on people. I want to know how it feels to fly. I want to save a life. I want to learn how to speak french. I want to fall in love. I want to live every day as if it were my last.
I love the song “Hole in the Bucket.” I taught it to my daughter and the two of us sing it in the car. The memories that we make from such a simple concept are so long-lasting. Nothing like a bucket to make my day.
Chrissy lifted up the bucket, watching thousands of tiny grains of sand twirl down towards her sandcastle. The highest tower crumbled- not the effect she’d hoped, but, oh well, there was time to rebuild it.
A bucket is an object in which you can hold something. Anything! Water, oil, any liquid, really! Usually, it’s a liquid that you put in a bucket, but it could be a solid too, I suppose. Buckets can also be beat upon to make a drum. You could put together a BAND of buckets!
Bobby lifted the bucket over his head and giggled. “Larissa, watch me!”
With the shovel in hand and bucket on head, he ran around, pretending to jab invisible monsters down.
I clapped and smiled. “All hail Sir Bobby!”
Bobby broke into a huge smile and clapped with me.
the big bucket fell down the hill with a thud. the town screamed as the saw their fallen hero, a sign that the water source was rapidly diminishing. “we will have to suffer more this year, bessie” tom said to his wife at dinner that evening. “but we’ve done it before, and we can do it again. together.”
buckets are cylinders, they’re open at the top. buckets can carry things like weeds from a garden when you’re gardening or they can carry seashells from the beach or they can carry anything you want them to. buckets are pretty cool. i use buckets when i go to the beach sometimes. i fill them up with sand and use them to make sand castles. buckets can be blue, red, green, purple, yellow, and all other colors. they’re usually made of plastic.
bucket. i already had this word. bucket of water. a bucket list. suds in the bucket. it makes me think of singing that song in the car with mom and ashley. thats when everything was happy and not crazy.
“it’s not a helmet!” he stamped his feet, which looked ridiculous. I started to laugh and he wheeled on me with what I assumed was a glare but really could have been anything, because as e turned the bucket on his head did not, leaving the eyeholes round by his ears.
He kicked the bucked. That’s what she whispered the other night. “He kicked the bucket”. I had no idea what it meant. I was five. But I knew it was serious because she murmured it ike it was the world’s biggest secret.
By Emmanuelle on 07.08.2012
It’s the list that tell you that you lived your life to it’s fullest, it’s the bucket list, the list of all your dreams and wishes fullfilled, it’s the best way to tell yourself and the world that you always did exactly what was best for you, and what made you happy. It doesn’t get much better than that.
By Lara Hjorthoy on 07.08.2012
holding water is not only this objects real known job. For the bucket can hold many things. for With a string or without, people have been using these for many years
By adam URL on 07.08.2012
The bucket was once full. Now, the dreams I have chased throughout my life are now nearly complete. Am I therefore a true person? Have I got much else to live for? Or do I need a bigger bucket?
By Christian Rose-Day on 07.08.2012
Slowly tipping and gently leaking the bucket finally gave away. With one las WOOSH the gooey contents flushed onto everybody standing by. No one knew then and no one will ever know who placed the bucket in it’s precarious position. Only I will ever know.
By Olivia on 07.08.2012
she carries mulch
in a tin bucket,
dirty gloves,
hand shovel,
and piles them by
the neighbor’s fence.
By corey leigh kirby URL on 07.08.2012
Never wonder what you could hold in bucket. Fuck it. My sixty seconds just kicked.
By George marshall on 07.08.2012
Well, all that comes to mind is “kicking the bucket,” as they say. The bucket I’m always trying to find, however, is the one I use to mop with. It always goes from the garage to the shed, to the patio, to the laundry room and never ever with the mop.
By Helen on 07.08.2012
There’s a hole in your bucket dear Henry. But there are worse things to have hole in.
By Nushia URL on 07.08.2012
A bucket list. Things to do before you die. Or turn a certain age. Or have kids. Things you’ve always wanted to do but were too scared to try. Things you should do or you might regret. It’s better to regret the things you have done than the things you have not. SO go out. Fall in love. Run away.
By Kelsey on 07.08.2012
When i was young i went to the market, and there was this giant bucket. I thought to myself how splendid it would be to have such a giant bucket. I could fill it with hot water and sit in it. I could fill it with sand from the beach and bring it home to have a sand box. I could flip it upside down and sit on it, pretend it is my throne.
By Derek on 07.08.2012
THE BUCKET WAS FULL. SHE’S BACK WAS HURT AND SHE START TO LOOKING FOR SOME HELP… YOUNG GENTLEMAN WAS STANDING AND HE WAS TRYING TO BUY SOME VEGETABLES.
By ZORAN on 07.08.2012
maybe the problem with my head being like a vessel with holes in the bottom is that i have hardly read any books in my life compared to the geniuses who swim alone in a sea of it, they do not drown in it but float and wave and they are completely alone as the tides sweep across, in and out. but they do not mind at all. that is what i must learn about.
By sophie URL on 07.08.2012
People talk quite a bit about their bucket list, things they would like to accomplish before they die. I think it’s more important to contemplate what you can reasonably do today to make yourself happy. One cannot possibly hope to do everything they might like in a lifetime. For example there are hundreds of books I would like to read but I know I cannot possibly in my lifetime so I choose accordingly.
By Rita Hammer on 07.08.2012
There once was a bucket that a little girl held. She never let go and her memories prevailed. but one stormy day, her pail blew away and so did the life she had with it.
By Julia Miraglia URL on 07.08.2012
The buckets of blood and pus were hulled up from the tub and poured down the grate in the middle of the surgical room. Its stark white tiles were a bright contrast to the red muck being dumped. After all the the tub was emptied, and the last of its contents rinsed out with water. the cleaner took the mop and cleaned. The white mop finished with a pink hue. The door was closed and a high intensity light turned on. The high heat and intensity designed the disinfect want the bleach could not reach. After the macabre that was held there, only stains-less steel and bright with tiles remained.
By River Ranter URL on 07.08.2012
One day a girl found a bucket. She carried it everywhere. He memories prevailed. One stormy day, her bucket blew away. And so did the life she had with it.
By Julia MIraglia URL on 07.08.2012
If I could fill my bucket…
I’d pick up sand, and flowers, and sea shells and rocks.
And candy and photographs.
They all carry beautiful memories.
I want to fill my bucket with love.
By Cathy URL on 07.08.2012
But what is in the Bucket, Liza? What can I say to put in there, fill up the empty, make it dribble and dash from the sides? What can I say to weight your hands when you puck it up? What familiar love will make this little pail full? And who am I, who am I, who am I to assume that I am the only one who can fill it?
By Ayna on 07.08.2012
I wonder where the term kick the bucket comes from. It always makes me think of an old man kicking a red bucket into the air. By the time it hits the grass he is already dead.
By MoeMasterMighty URL on 07.08.2012
full or empty
garden
grey, green, water…
in sun and summer, or even in rain
also there in sickness, a bit less in health
By Mariska on 07.08.2012
Buckets are useful for carrying stuff. I mean, who knows the possibilities? You can store anything, within reason. Perhaps silver nitrate. But what is silver nitrate? Why carry it anywhere? I’m not really certain. Just writing, because they told me to. But who’s they? That’s actually something of interest.
By Swarles on 07.08.2012
Guessing the amount of tiny marbles in the bucket was a difficult task, but Kyle was determined. The winner would get two free tickets to the Linkin Park concert, and Kyle thought that if he won, Jenelle might finally go on a date with him.
By Jamie URL on 07.08.2012
the bucket list of my short life is immense. i want to live. not later, now. i will be happy. why not? because of my age, because of my gender? bullshit. i will do what makes me happy. period.
By katherine g. on 07.08.2012
A bucket. A bucket of wishes. A bucket of lists. A bucket of lists and wishes to do and you hope will come true. A bucket of disappointment ensue as you are presented with a list of to-dos that hinders you from the things you wishes.
By Sabrina Firdaus on 07.08.2012
A bucket. A bucket of lists. A bucket of wishes. A bucket of lists and wishes. A bucket of to-do lists. A bucket of wishes that you pray and pray it will come true. But, somehow with the piles of to -dos, those wishes were forgotten.
By Sabrina Firdaus URL on 07.08.2012
there sat a bucket full of water. The man stood next to it looking in, thinking of the pain he had felt the last time he was near water. It still hurt, but he was starting life again, and that’s all that mattered to him at that point.
By Leah URL on 07.08.2012
buckets are very useful and versatile. you can use them at home, at the beach, at work etc. they can carry many things from water to sand to rock..basically anything you want! it could also be used for more creative purposes such as storing jewelry.
By Aya on 07.08.2012
I love buckets.. They can hold so much. You can swing it around and carry whatever you wish in your bucket. Even the word bucket is cute. Just say it “Bucket”.. don’t you just feel happier now? I love all the useful things buckets can be used for.
By Hannah on 07.08.2012
buckets are cool. you can do so many things with buckets. fill ‘em up with stuff and haul it off. use them to decorate, to chill beer, to clean, wash your car…all kinds of stuff. they use it to describe death…as in “to kick the bucket.” not sure why. but buckets are awesome. i have several and use them frequently.
By pb7555 URL on 07.08.2012
my bucket list consists of a million little significant things that have the possibility of making an impact on people. I want to know how it feels to fly. I want to save a life. I want to learn how to speak french. I want to fall in love. I want to live every day as if it were my last.
By Bekah URL on 07.08.2012
it is used in our everyday life.We being a Pakistani habitual to use as short of water all the time due to load shadding. it no m
By Sajid on 07.08.2012
I love the song “Hole in the Bucket.” I taught it to my daughter and the two of us sing it in the car. The memories that we make from such a simple concept are so long-lasting. Nothing like a bucket to make my day.
By Emily on 07.08.2012
Chrissy lifted up the bucket, watching thousands of tiny grains of sand twirl down towards her sandcastle. The highest tower crumbled- not the effect she’d hoped, but, oh well, there was time to rebuild it.
By Callie URL on 07.08.2012
A bucket is an object in which you can hold something. Anything! Water, oil, any liquid, really! Usually, it’s a liquid that you put in a bucket, but it could be a solid too, I suppose. Buckets can also be beat upon to make a drum. You could put together a BAND of buckets!
By Bria on 07.08.2012
Bobby lifted the bucket over his head and giggled. “Larissa, watch me!”
With the shovel in hand and bucket on head, he ran around, pretending to jab invisible monsters down.
I clapped and smiled. “All hail Sir Bobby!”
Bobby broke into a huge smile and clapped with me.
By Callie URL on 07.08.2012
the big bucket fell down the hill with a thud. the town screamed as the saw their fallen hero, a sign that the water source was rapidly diminishing. “we will have to suffer more this year, bessie” tom said to his wife at dinner that evening. “but we’ve done it before, and we can do it again. together.”
By j on 07.08.2012
buckets are cylinders, they’re open at the top. buckets can carry things like weeds from a garden when you’re gardening or they can carry seashells from the beach or they can carry anything you want them to. buckets are pretty cool. i use buckets when i go to the beach sometimes. i fill them up with sand and use them to make sand castles. buckets can be blue, red, green, purple, yellow, and all other colors. they’re usually made of plastic.
By Hannah Baldridge on 07.08.2012
bucket. i already had this word. bucket of water. a bucket list. suds in the bucket. it makes me think of singing that song in the car with mom and ashley. thats when everything was happy and not crazy.
By Leah on 07.08.2012
“it’s not a helmet!” he stamped his feet, which looked ridiculous. I started to laugh and he wheeled on me with what I assumed was a glare but really could have been anything, because as e turned the bucket on his head did not, leaving the eyeholes round by his ears.
By Letty Wilson URL on 07.08.2012