Chapped lips were the least of her problems right now, but chapped lips was something she could deal with. She could put a little bit of lip balm on them and they’d be alright. Her life wasn’t that simple, but she didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. She just needed to keep the simplicities of the present in mind and not worry about the future; however chapped it may be.
One of the sores on her lips broke open and oozed clear viscous tears as she smiled at you. Her whole mouth was a nightmare of half crusted-over wounds. She puffed a cloud of smoke at you with a wink, but there was not a single cigarette in sight. Annoyed with your lack of response, she looked away and yawned, and a chapped-looking sandpaper tongue unfurled itself a good five inches, flicking lazily to taste the air as you realized you could see straight down her throat and into her empty stomach.
My lips are chapped. They sting in the cold frigid air that whips my hair into a golden frenzy about my face. I give up trying to keep the tangled locks tame, there is no point. Not any more. Not since it happened. Who care about appearances any more? There are more important things to be concerned with.
He chapped on and on about how his life had turned out so miserable but was unable to see the real fortune he had in being alive. This happens to so many people and I hope I can be consious enough to rise above this in my own precious life.
Don’t wait for my lips to chap to kiss me; I’ve written a song about the little hairs above your lip, because I have them too and for three whole minutes I can fit your smiles vibrating behind my ear,
boxes, and boxes of butter churned and ready to be spread over sticky mouths. Beije-me pela doçura
Her tongue slashed unthinkingly past her chapped lips, and she thought to herself a reason to escape. She frowned at him, all his lies and her stupidity coming to surface like a song.
lips that are dry that have no idea where to be quenched. they run and walk and skip in search of water but all they can find is honey. sticky sweet honey. so they pour it on them hoping to relieve them but alas it makes them chapped lips worse.
Chapped. my lips are chapped. i usually use my eos ( mint) to mosturize them… now im just too lazy to do anything. got addicted to tumblr
my page: http://imeanskysthelimit.tumblr.com
wow how appropriate! my lips are chapped! have been all GSA practice and they are finally soothed by sweet good old chapstik… gotta love that stuff… wonder how people lived with out it? wonder how people lived with out alot of things.. like toilet paper.. yuckkkk
Martha licked her chapped lips. She’d been walking around the world for almost a year, telling everyone about the Doctor. The Doctor was the only hope to save the post-apocalyptic world, and she was going to help him.
Have you ever stood infront of a door ……..i ask
waiting for it to open
breathless, needing breathing lessons
your heart beating
too fast
too hard
You think you are going to die Before it opens
And You do die a little
When the face you see
is not happy to see you …..
You have been knocking on the wrong door….He says
He licked his lips, cursing to himself as he knew they would bleed if he smiled. The air evaporated from his dry lips as he sighed, and it blended in with the grey sky above. He shivered, hugging his arms as he walked inside.
His lips were chapped when he kissed me. Yet soft against mine all the same. He smelt of strong coffee and tasted the same way. The kiss was gentle and soft, barely a minute long. It made small trembles dance up my spine.
I have really chapped lips right now. They have literally been chapped all day. This is sort of disgusting, but, they are so chapped that i can peel the skin off of them by using my teeth or jut grabbing them with my fingers.
It seems like every winter my son gets really bad chapped lips! He is 14 years old and I would think that he would remember NOT to keep licking his lips, but he doesn’t. It looks terrible and it must be painful!
Winter had bitten her. She had chapped lips and frosted red patches on her cheeks. Her fingers and toes were gnarled and lumpy with chilblains beneath the thin gloves and ankle socks.
It chapped my rear end when she ran the red light and nearly smacked the side of my car. Not to mention the dental work. Where did that come from? Who knows. I just know I’m supposed to “not think, but just write” so write it is. Chapped lips can be the worst. As a matter of fact, as I type, my lips are chapped.
My only question still (at least for you) is why won’t you talk to me? Why can’t past grievances be just that? Why do they have to be held as grudges? Those are my only questions for you, and I hope that they might be answered someday.
Chapped lips. From the cold. Blizzard. Wind.
Fierce winds have no mercy, a traveler realizes as he wanders down a hidden road. Winter can be a mighty club to the heart. Chapped lips. Frozen heart. Searching for warmth in a winter jungle. Up ahead lies a cottage. Warm, inviting. A few more steps. Almost…
I looked at my reflection. Was I selfish, jealous, horrible? I didn’t see any of those qualities. I saw someone who cared too much–I saw the painting of a frustrated friend. I was put on the back-burner for water that wouldn’t boil, and I hated her. I hated myself for having a red face and eyes that wouldn’t stop running. I bit at the skin on my lip for the millionth time, and that did it. I tasted the blood of open flesh and the sadness of the action. It was the only thing I’d felt that day: the metallic iron liquid sliding down my throat.
Her hands were shaking and her lips were chapped from the cold, but she couldn’t stop now. Not now that she was so close. She almost had him now. 7 more icy yards and he would be hers…
My lips don’t get chapped anymore. They used to be all red and dry in the winter, and it wouldn’t go away until high summer, where I had two months until winter started. I tried a lot of things after that, but the only thing that worked was Chapstick brand chapstick. I found it at a camp I went to once, and now I have about forty littering the halls of my house, waiting for me to lose the one I had in my pocket so I could find a new one and make it useful. And I also just like saying ‘Chapstick brand chapstick’.
That really chapped my hide. My lips are chapped also. Why does this darn wind blow so hard? my trees are taking a beating. There is a lot of work to do to clean up and fix up.
dry, cracked skin. Dry, the corners of the mouth were covered in a slimy white coating. The Lips were red raw, the edges of the dead skin starting to fray.
Chapped lips were pressed against his. and that was it. He sighed and turned away. “This isn’t working.” He mumbled, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I don’t think this is what we really need.” He closed his eyes and tried not to think about a knowing smirk and laughing gold eyes.
The finger tips of my fingers were worked raw by the challenge of the day, but the efforts accomplished by that cycle’s end established the laws for a new age of peace.
As I writer, I have a power in my grasp, that of creation and wield it to deliver messages and make peace to troubled minds.
Yet this desire is not enough, no realization can accomplish this task, delivery must be actively made until my tongue grows dry and my lips turn to white flakes with chap. For I am amongst writers and we all, as individuals, have something we want to say; for my message to transcend these, I must incorporate them, coalesce them into one single voice. I hope to accomplish that today until the end of my life.
She applied the balm to her chapped lips
So that she could speak
Without pain…
Chapped lips
That’s all that she was left with now
After one night
Of relentless electrifying passion
Where time stood still
And the fires from within
Burned
Deeply
Within her being
Warming the entire room
But now
Risking frostbite from the bitter cold
She couldn’t find the balm for her chapped heart….
So she reached for the chapstick again…to sooth what she could
Her lips were chapped. He noticed it at once, and clawing jealousy zapped through him like wildfire. She was happy – he shouldn’t judge, really. But he was judging.
She looked up and met his eyes, and he glanced away, hoping that she saw the disgust on her face. He could see the disgust on hers.
my lips are chapped..nervousness..biting them, all day. waiting for this. this game, just a game people might say. to a true fan, its different. when your day can change based on the result…its different. but its over, and they won, and im confused on how it happend, but all i know is im happy sitting here no longer nervous, but with bitten chapped lips…time for chapstick!
The tears streaking down my cheeks wet my chapped lips as I read the words: M is in a relationship. They bite at me and mock me. All of those nights wishing in vein to find someone with understanding. All those visions that kept me from jumping when the rope was tied around me. All in vein. I give up, and I think it’s time for me to bow down and back out of this world. Everything I do is wrong, and I’m unworthy of existence. Guess you were right all along, Sepia.
Icy wind pressing against my face
That kind when it’s so cold it makes your head hurt.
You lick your lips in the cold because they feel dry it’s like you’ve got no other choice!
Vaseline, the red one.
She makes an art of constantly chewing the tiny pieces of skin on her lips. (And never, until this moment, had she considered just how appalling the habit was. But it certainly wasn’t the worst thing that had started on those lips and worked its way down her throat and into her stomach).
I hate chapped lips.
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Chapped lips were the least of her problems right now, but chapped lips was something she could deal with. She could put a little bit of lip balm on them and they’d be alright. Her life wasn’t that simple, but she didn’t need to be thinking about that right now. She just needed to keep the simplicities of the present in mind and not worry about the future; however chapped it may be.
One of the sores on her lips broke open and oozed clear viscous tears as she smiled at you. Her whole mouth was a nightmare of half crusted-over wounds. She puffed a cloud of smoke at you with a wink, but there was not a single cigarette in sight. Annoyed with your lack of response, she looked away and yawned, and a chapped-looking sandpaper tongue unfurled itself a good five inches, flicking lazily to taste the air as you realized you could see straight down her throat and into her empty stomach.
My lips are chapped. They sting in the cold frigid air that whips my hair into a golden frenzy about my face. I give up trying to keep the tangled locks tame, there is no point. Not any more. Not since it happened. Who care about appearances any more? There are more important things to be concerned with.
He chapped on and on about how his life had turned out so miserable but was unable to see the real fortune he had in being alive. This happens to so many people and I hope I can be consious enough to rise above this in my own precious life.
Don’t wait for my lips to chap to kiss me; I’ve written a song about the little hairs above your lip, because I have them too and for three whole minutes I can fit your smiles vibrating behind my ear,
boxes, and boxes of butter churned and ready to be spread over sticky mouths. Beije-me pela doçura
Her tongue slashed unthinkingly past her chapped lips, and she thought to herself a reason to escape. She frowned at him, all his lies and her stupidity coming to surface like a song.
lips that are dry that have no idea where to be quenched. they run and walk and skip in search of water but all they can find is honey. sticky sweet honey. so they pour it on them hoping to relieve them but alas it makes them chapped lips worse.
Chapped. my lips are chapped. i usually use my eos ( mint) to mosturize them… now im just too lazy to do anything. got addicted to tumblr
my page: http://imeanskysthelimit.tumblr.com
wow how appropriate! my lips are chapped! have been all GSA practice and they are finally soothed by sweet good old chapstik… gotta love that stuff… wonder how people lived with out it? wonder how people lived with out alot of things.. like toilet paper.. yuckkkk
Martha licked her chapped lips. She’d been walking around the world for almost a year, telling everyone about the Doctor. The Doctor was the only hope to save the post-apocalyptic world, and she was going to help him.
Have you ever stood infront of a door ……..i ask
waiting for it to open
breathless, needing breathing lessons
your heart beating
too fast
too hard
You think you are going to die Before it opens
And You do die a little
When the face you see
is not happy to see you …..
You have been knocking on the wrong door….He says
He licked his lips, cursing to himself as he knew they would bleed if he smiled. The air evaporated from his dry lips as he sighed, and it blended in with the grey sky above. He shivered, hugging his arms as he walked inside.
His lips were chapped when he kissed me. Yet soft against mine all the same. He smelt of strong coffee and tasted the same way. The kiss was gentle and soft, barely a minute long. It made small trembles dance up my spine.
I have really chapped lips right now. They have literally been chapped all day. This is sort of disgusting, but, they are so chapped that i can peel the skin off of them by using my teeth or jut grabbing them with my fingers.
It seems like every winter my son gets really bad chapped lips! He is 14 years old and I would think that he would remember NOT to keep licking his lips, but he doesn’t. It looks terrible and it must be painful!
Winter had bitten her. She had chapped lips and frosted red patches on her cheeks. Her fingers and toes were gnarled and lumpy with chilblains beneath the thin gloves and ankle socks.
It was red and raw. The usual creases are now caverns and ravines jagged and pulsing from the cold outside.
crumbly, skin, flaky, wintertime cold snow bitter wind chill, hat, scarf, chapstick, cherries, ice cream, sprinkles. lips, red, full. cold, uncomfortable, not fun.
It chapped my rear end when she ran the red light and nearly smacked the side of my car. Not to mention the dental work. Where did that come from? Who knows. I just know I’m supposed to “not think, but just write” so write it is. Chapped lips can be the worst. As a matter of fact, as I type, my lips are chapped.
My only question still (at least for you) is why won’t you talk to me? Why can’t past grievances be just that? Why do they have to be held as grudges? Those are my only questions for you, and I hope that they might be answered someday.
Chapped lips. From the cold. Blizzard. Wind.
Fierce winds have no mercy, a traveler realizes as he wanders down a hidden road. Winter can be a mighty club to the heart. Chapped lips. Frozen heart. Searching for warmth in a winter jungle. Up ahead lies a cottage. Warm, inviting. A few more steps. Almost…
I looked at my reflection. Was I selfish, jealous, horrible? I didn’t see any of those qualities. I saw someone who cared too much–I saw the painting of a frustrated friend. I was put on the back-burner for water that wouldn’t boil, and I hated her. I hated myself for having a red face and eyes that wouldn’t stop running. I bit at the skin on my lip for the millionth time, and that did it. I tasted the blood of open flesh and the sadness of the action. It was the only thing I’d felt that day: the metallic iron liquid sliding down my throat.
So I had to break her lips. She was evil and I was crazy. She attacked me with those chapped lips.
Her hands were shaking and her lips were chapped from the cold, but she couldn’t stop now. Not now that she was so close. She almost had him now. 7 more icy yards and he would be hers…
My lips don’t get chapped anymore. They used to be all red and dry in the winter, and it wouldn’t go away until high summer, where I had two months until winter started. I tried a lot of things after that, but the only thing that worked was Chapstick brand chapstick. I found it at a camp I went to once, and now I have about forty littering the halls of my house, waiting for me to lose the one I had in my pocket so I could find a new one and make it useful. And I also just like saying ‘Chapstick brand chapstick’.
chapped is like chapped lips and thats why i hate the word CHAPPED cuz i hate when my lips are CHAPPED!!!!!!!!!
when i think of chaped i think of chaped lips cuz my lips are always chapped
That really chapped my hide. My lips are chapped also. Why does this darn wind blow so hard? my trees are taking a beating. There is a lot of work to do to clean up and fix up.
dry, cracked skin. Dry, the corners of the mouth were covered in a slimy white coating. The Lips were red raw, the edges of the dead skin starting to fray.
lips hands cold snow legs running
Chapped lips were pressed against his. and that was it. He sighed and turned away. “This isn’t working.” He mumbled, resting his forehead against her shoulder. “I don’t think this is what we really need.” He closed his eyes and tried not to think about a knowing smirk and laughing gold eyes.
The finger tips of my fingers were worked raw by the challenge of the day, but the efforts accomplished by that cycle’s end established the laws for a new age of peace.
As I writer, I have a power in my grasp, that of creation and wield it to deliver messages and make peace to troubled minds.
Yet this desire is not enough, no realization can accomplish this task, delivery must be actively made until my tongue grows dry and my lips turn to white flakes with chap. For I am amongst writers and we all, as individuals, have something we want to say; for my message to transcend these, I must incorporate them, coalesce them into one single voice. I hope to accomplish that today until the end of my life.
She applied the balm to her chapped lips
So that she could speak
Without pain…
Chapped lips
That’s all that she was left with now
After one night
Of relentless electrifying passion
Where time stood still
And the fires from within
Burned
Deeply
Within her being
Warming the entire room
But now
Risking frostbite from the bitter cold
She couldn’t find the balm for her chapped heart….
So she reached for the chapstick again…to sooth what she could
Her lips were chapped. He noticed it at once, and clawing jealousy zapped through him like wildfire. She was happy – he shouldn’t judge, really. But he was judging.
She looked up and met his eyes, and he glanced away, hoping that she saw the disgust on her face. He could see the disgust on hers.
my lips are chapped..nervousness..biting them, all day. waiting for this. this game, just a game people might say. to a true fan, its different. when your day can change based on the result…its different. but its over, and they won, and im confused on how it happend, but all i know is im happy sitting here no longer nervous, but with bitten chapped lips…time for chapstick!
The tears streaking down my cheeks wet my chapped lips as I read the words: M is in a relationship. They bite at me and mock me. All of those nights wishing in vein to find someone with understanding. All those visions that kept me from jumping when the rope was tied around me. All in vein. I give up, and I think it’s time for me to bow down and back out of this world. Everything I do is wrong, and I’m unworthy of existence. Guess you were right all along, Sepia.
dry, drained, pale, cloaked, uneven, ugly, misshapen, parched, deserted.
Icy wind pressing against my face
That kind when it’s so cold it makes your head hurt.
You lick your lips in the cold because they feel dry it’s like you’ve got no other choice!
Vaseline, the red one.
She makes an art of constantly chewing the tiny pieces of skin on her lips. (And never, until this moment, had she considered just how appalling the habit was. But it certainly wasn’t the worst thing that had started on those lips and worked its way down her throat and into her stomach).