Comments on: bucket

By: Steve

Steve — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 18:12:30 +0000

There’s a bucket outside my house. Well, not really a bucket per se, more like a barrel cut in half to perform the job of a bucket. That job in this case is to hold flowers.

By: Gunjan Pathak

Gunjan Pathak — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 18:06:53 +0000

bucket is hollow, it is cyliderical in shape, its is used to take bath usually sometimes to store water.
there are different types of nubkets, some are made up of metal some are made up of plastic. there are buckets of different colors and sizes. i have a pink bucket and i have self painted it.

By: bstone

bstone — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 18:03:45 +0000

Carry me away
come carry me away
rain overflowing, life undertowing

By: Rissa

Rissa — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:59:20 +0000

In this bucket I hold my past hopes and dreams, a place where things end, and maybe new things can begin. The rusted memories of old are haphazardly thrown at the bottom and pile up filling the bucket with broken dreams. New memories cant replace these, but they can bury them deep, make it easier to over come and maybe even move on.

By: Tom Skiggs

Tom Skiggs — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:54:44 +0000

i like buckets, they carry thing that cant be carried any other way, but even thing that can be lifted with the use of a hand with 5 digits can be lifted in a bucket with ease, can be used for planting plants, pouring water, making sandcastles and wearing as a helmet when going into imaginary battle, the bucket is the single great triumph as an imaginative object to play with, forget all these modern toys. all kids really need is a bucket ad some stuff to put it in. it can be made into a drum or you can stretch a string over it and play it like a guitar. its easy to think buckets are out to get you but whatever you do. do not kick it. it may be the end of your life as you know it

By: Michael

Michael — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:54:39 +0000

Awww bucket, I can’t think of anything.

By: dan

dan — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:48:19 +0000

I drop my thoughts in the bucket outside the door and walk in feeling refreshed. My mind is a blank slate again and I don’t have to worry about my problems. My career, my relationships, my finances, none of them bother me as I pull out a stool at the bar and order a strong drink.

By: Emily Burkhead

Emily Burkhead — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:41:17 +0000

fill eith things
filled with sins
it doesn’y matter where you take it, just as longn as you have it with you.
flowers, cards, hopes, dreams, memories..
identity

By: thiefofwords

thiefofwords — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:34:37 +0000

Siobhan groaned, running a hand through her hair. Grabbing the bucket from under the sink, she shoved it under the leak. Damn the weather, and damn the landlord, the bloody bastard.

By: Amarie

Amarie — Mon, 09 Jul 2012 17:20:37 +0000

My bucket was found to be much heavier than I presumed when I lifted it out of the well. I peered into the well as the memory enveloped me.
Nine years old I was, and very curious. I peered into it as I am now and soon realized that the bottom was getting closer.