what is a couch. it is a place that is always there for you after a long and stressful day, a sanctuary. it is a gathering place for strangers to make new friends. it never argues with you or causes problems, and it will support you till the end of its life.
He loved his couch. It was always there for him. When he didn’t have a bed. When he did. When he was lonely. When he had friends over. When he was unemployed. When he had a hard day on the job. It might not have been the newest or cleanest, but it was his.
The couch is somewhere that reminds me of my mom. I love her, but she spends all of every day on it, and wastes away….
She is overweight, and seems to be extremely pessimistic about her life and where she is going. I just know if she got off that damn thing, she could be happier.
The only thing couches are good for is making out, and even beds are better for that.
I wish we could get rid of them all, so that we could all be more interactive in each others’ lives.
I sit on it and sometimes sleep. They are mostly comfy, I watch tv and play my xbox on it. I enjoy lounging on mine and just lazying about alot. Im finding it hard to write but I’ll keep going.. I love soft leather couches :)
sleep swarms over my eyes. I find myself a magnet for hair. “where did this hair come from?” I think. I am roused by a wet tongue licking my face belonging to a cute dog. Small cats are using me as a personal couch as I slumber in the living room of a kind stranger.
what is a couch. it is a p[lace to sit after a long day, a sanctuary where you can relax and just be yourself. or it is a place for friends to hang and chill so a social gathering where strangers can become friends.
I sat on the old, grimy couch as if it were my final resting place. My body was rigid, stiff, and cold. I felt nervous, with my heart racing to be free of my ribcage. She would be here so, so soon and all I could do was just sit. Sit here. On my ratty gingham-print couch, aged with gross beer stains, full of crumbs, and entwined with my hair.
The place where we rest our bottoms after breaking them hard at work. As a cashier expending receips, or as a lawyer, we need to work to buy ourselves a couch. We all need a place where we can rest our bottoms.
To sit there in a comfortable place surrounded by my belonging, who says it has to be in the living room? Its there too, but it can be anywhere.In a study or on a hill overlooking a vast landscape, I want to go there, to view reality and not just “reality television”.
i like sleeping on couches. i like eating on them. i like how they are soft and compfy. and i dont know what else to write since im too concerned about how much time i have left. im surprised im slpelling somewhat right. or not.
There used to be a TV show called Big Comfy Couch… I thought it was great when i was little… The main character’s name was molly and they always had to find stuff under the big red couch.
The couch is the epicenter of all lazy activities. Absolutely nothing can be achieved from just laying on a couch, which is sometime all that people want to do. However, the couch is a metaphor for all of our missed opportunities and failures. Don’t get caught just sitting on a couch.
settee. Or, have a strange way of couching one’s words. An unplaceable dialect, of stress in the sentence or the word. Stilted, just enough off key to not be native. Lounge. Armchair. Word association.
I lay on my side, watching you click away in the other room. Tap tap tap… pause. For a whole minute, you are sitting there. What are you looking at? What words are you reading? I sit up on the sofa, ready to come talk to you, to find out what’s on your mind. I sit for a whole minute. Then, I lay back on my side.
He sat there for a while. It was an old thing, a respectable and venerable one. Many butts it had seen.
There was what could have been a cigarette burn on the left. Or a wine stain, maybe…
i’m going to spit some darkfire right now from this couch because honestly it aint worth standing up for and quite frankly the kid eating the apple is obstructing the object of my hate from this lofty perch i’ll judge the passer bys and passer throughs and in silent providence know that i am not anymore near as Superior but the idea gives me strength and the power gives me hate or is it
Hahahahahahah! I love this xD
I sit here on the couch, laughing my butt off because the last word I did was crouch. One letter makes all the difference, eh?
The couch was old and dusty, with holes along the side. As I looked on it began to strut arrogantly towards me, its solid wooden legs bending like rubber as it waddled proudly in direction.
This was not just a couch.
This was a couch with attitude.
Exactly where I’m headed. It’s nap time. It’s book time. It’s blanket over me, pillow under me time. Thirty minutes on this baby and I’m good to go for the rest of the day. Couch, my favorite 3:00 word.
couch is a weird word, I dont like it. Sofa sounds nicer. sofa. on the sofa with you. that song always reminds me of you now, which I dont like, well I do, but it makes me want it even more. This doesnt make sense. I just want the sofa. not the couch, I hate couch. it sounds like ouch and pain.
My couch is tired and worn, and most days I feel the same. Still, it’s soft and comfortable, easy to sink in against. Once again, pretty much like me; I love that soft, comfy sofa.
sitting on my favorite couch beside the one I fancy, a dream that has come true. Being in his arms, holding him close, feeling his igniting passion up close and personal.. A dream come true.
i have two couches i love to take naps on thwm. they are both brown. i went ot a store and bought them. they are really compfy. my dog used to love to sit on it.
My family’s couch is pretty ordinary. Gray, a weird fuzzy material, and covered in dog hair. It’s worn in the most popular places – the two end seats and the corner where the horizontal part of the L-shape meets the vertical part.
Worn in all the right place, the footrest is broken, covered in dog hair.
Gray with a weird fuzzy material. Soft. The back is falling off but it’s covered by a blanket.
Had it as long as I can remember.
My family’s couch.
I sit in the couch thinking of you, watching the rain feeling your love, I sometimes ask my self If I’m doing the right thing, if I’m with the right ¨you¨. Is it love or is it just a feeling? I sit again, stretch my arms and ask, is it ok? What is this.
sitting on a couch, relaxing. that’s what one usually thinks of; you just sit there, and relax, or you sit there and converse, or you sit there and do whatever it is you want to do. there’s really nothing particular that you can do while sitting there. you can sleep, you can sit, you can lay down and stare at the ceiling. whatever you feel like you can do.
How I love my yellow couch. It is funny to think of all the rooms it has been in. My mom is always moving it around. And to think of all the people that have sat on it. Or how I spilled hot chocolate all over it. I love that couch.
We laid there on the couch, arms, fingers, legs, entwined. Eyes locked, lips on skin, skin on fabric. It was a beautiful sixty seconds and in that moment it was as if the world took one big inhale. Nothing else existed and nothing ever would. Until she exhaled and, everything shifted.
to couch is one of the best posibilities we have to teach someone, when you coach you can learn a lot about yourself and about the person you are couching, it could help to improve your capabilities and a great way to get in touch with yourself and with the others
All I want is a big couch with oversized cushions that don’t fall out. A fabric couch, because leather sticks to my skin and is always either too hot or too cold and sweats in summer.
My couch has become a contentious thing as of late. Some mechanism in the underbelly got bent somehow, and now the stupid thing wants to fly open as you walk by it, knocking into your knees. NOT fun…
sit on it
its comfy
its beige
it smells like my dog
i like to sleep on it
its made of down feathers
i got it from my best friend
i love it
its a sectional couch
its wonderful
We have a couch in our house. It’s pretty ordinary: a dull color that is either purple or brown, depending on the day; upon sitting, your ass is sucked into the back and you can never get up ever again (unless you muster an insane amount of willpower, of course); the wooden upholstery is very much there, and you can feel it under the material of the couch. It’s not mine, nor is it my boyfriend’s, but it’s our roommate’s. He got it on craigslist.
not the place for me. Couch? ouch
I’d rather sleep on the floor.
I’d rather walk out the door and into my car and drive off.
Couch is for slouch. Haven’t owned one in years. Makes for lazy time…
sometimes I miss the cuddling.
what is a couch. it is a place that is always there for you after a long and stressful day, a sanctuary. it is a gathering place for strangers to make new friends. it never argues with you or causes problems, and it will support you till the end of its life.
He loved his couch. It was always there for him. When he didn’t have a bed. When he did. When he was lonely. When he had friends over. When he was unemployed. When he had a hard day on the job. It might not have been the newest or cleanest, but it was his.
The couch is somewhere that reminds me of my mom. I love her, but she spends all of every day on it, and wastes away….
She is overweight, and seems to be extremely pessimistic about her life and where she is going. I just know if she got off that damn thing, she could be happier.
The only thing couches are good for is making out, and even beds are better for that.
I wish we could get rid of them all, so that we could all be more interactive in each others’ lives.
Once it was golden and new (literally). Now it’s plucked, stained and smells of Cocker Spaniel. Still love it though.
I sit on it and sometimes sleep. They are mostly comfy, I watch tv and play my xbox on it. I enjoy lounging on mine and just lazying about alot. Im finding it hard to write but I’ll keep going.. I love soft leather couches :)
sleep swarms over my eyes. I find myself a magnet for hair. “where did this hair come from?” I think. I am roused by a wet tongue licking my face belonging to a cute dog. Small cats are using me as a personal couch as I slumber in the living room of a kind stranger.
what is a couch. it is a p[lace to sit after a long day, a sanctuary where you can relax and just be yourself. or it is a place for friends to hang and chill so a social gathering where strangers can become friends.
I sat on the old, grimy couch as if it were my final resting place. My body was rigid, stiff, and cold. I felt nervous, with my heart racing to be free of my ribcage. She would be here so, so soon and all I could do was just sit. Sit here. On my ratty gingham-print couch, aged with gross beer stains, full of crumbs, and entwined with my hair.
The place where we rest our bottoms after breaking them hard at work. As a cashier expending receips, or as a lawyer, we need to work to buy ourselves a couch. We all need a place where we can rest our bottoms.
To sit there in a comfortable place surrounded by my belonging, who says it has to be in the living room? Its there too, but it can be anywhere.In a study or on a hill overlooking a vast landscape, I want to go there, to view reality and not just “reality television”.
i like sleeping on couches. i like eating on them. i like how they are soft and compfy. and i dont know what else to write since im too concerned about how much time i have left. im surprised im slpelling somewhat right. or not.
There used to be a TV show called Big Comfy Couch… I thought it was great when i was little… The main character’s name was molly and they always had to find stuff under the big red couch.
The couch is the epicenter of all lazy activities. Absolutely nothing can be achieved from just laying on a couch, which is sometime all that people want to do. However, the couch is a metaphor for all of our missed opportunities and failures. Don’t get caught just sitting on a couch.
settee. Or, have a strange way of couching one’s words. An unplaceable dialect, of stress in the sentence or the word. Stilted, just enough off key to not be native. Lounge. Armchair. Word association.
I lay on my side, watching you click away in the other room. Tap tap tap… pause. For a whole minute, you are sitting there. What are you looking at? What words are you reading? I sit up on the sofa, ready to come talk to you, to find out what’s on your mind. I sit for a whole minute. Then, I lay back on my side.
What a desolate
heartache, to be left alone.
Lights out, arms empty.
(haiku)
He sat there for a while. It was an old thing, a respectable and venerable one. Many butts it had seen.
There was what could have been a cigarette burn on the left. Or a wine stain, maybe…
i’m going to spit some darkfire right now from this couch because honestly it aint worth standing up for and quite frankly the kid eating the apple is obstructing the object of my hate from this lofty perch i’ll judge the passer bys and passer throughs and in silent providence know that i am not anymore near as Superior but the idea gives me strength and the power gives me hate or is it
Hahahahahahah! I love this xD
I sit here on the couch, laughing my butt off because the last word I did was crouch. One letter makes all the difference, eh?
The couch was old and dusty, with holes along the side. As I looked on it began to strut arrogantly towards me, its solid wooden legs bending like rubber as it waddled proudly in direction.
This was not just a couch.
This was a couch with attitude.
Exactly where I’m headed. It’s nap time. It’s book time. It’s blanket over me, pillow under me time. Thirty minutes on this baby and I’m good to go for the rest of the day. Couch, my favorite 3:00 word.
the word couch again. i dont want to write about it again. i dont like the word couch. sofa is a better word. these full stops are annoying me.
couch is a weird word, I dont like it. Sofa sounds nicer. sofa. on the sofa with you. that song always reminds me of you now, which I dont like, well I do, but it makes me want it even more. This doesnt make sense. I just want the sofa. not the couch, I hate couch. it sounds like ouch and pain.
My couch is tired and worn, and most days I feel the same. Still, it’s soft and comfortable, easy to sink in against. Once again, pretty much like me; I love that soft, comfy sofa.
sitting on my favorite couch beside the one I fancy, a dream that has come true. Being in his arms, holding him close, feeling his igniting passion up close and personal.. A dream come true.
i have two couches i love to take naps on thwm. they are both brown. i went ot a store and bought them. they are really compfy. my dog used to love to sit on it.
My family’s couch is pretty ordinary. Gray, a weird fuzzy material, and covered in dog hair. It’s worn in the most popular places – the two end seats and the corner where the horizontal part of the L-shape meets the vertical part.
Worn in all the right place, the footrest is broken, covered in dog hair.
Gray with a weird fuzzy material. Soft. The back is falling off but it’s covered by a blanket.
Had it as long as I can remember.
My family’s couch.
I sit in the couch thinking of you, watching the rain feeling your love, I sometimes ask my self If I’m doing the right thing, if I’m with the right ¨you¨. Is it love or is it just a feeling? I sit again, stretch my arms and ask, is it ok? What is this.
sitting on a couch, relaxing. that’s what one usually thinks of; you just sit there, and relax, or you sit there and converse, or you sit there and do whatever it is you want to do. there’s really nothing particular that you can do while sitting there. you can sleep, you can sit, you can lay down and stare at the ceiling. whatever you feel like you can do.
sofa
How I love my yellow couch. It is funny to think of all the rooms it has been in. My mom is always moving it around. And to think of all the people that have sat on it. Or how I spilled hot chocolate all over it. I love that couch.
We laid there on the couch, arms, fingers, legs, entwined. Eyes locked, lips on skin, skin on fabric. It was a beautiful sixty seconds and in that moment it was as if the world took one big inhale. Nothing else existed and nothing ever would. Until she exhaled and, everything shifted.
to couch is one of the best posibilities we have to teach someone, when you coach you can learn a lot about yourself and about the person you are couching, it could help to improve your capabilities and a great way to get in touch with yourself and with the others
All I want is a big couch with oversized cushions that don’t fall out. A fabric couch, because leather sticks to my skin and is always either too hot or too cold and sweats in summer.
My couch has become a contentious thing as of late. Some mechanism in the underbelly got bent somehow, and now the stupid thing wants to fly open as you walk by it, knocking into your knees. NOT fun…
sit on it
its comfy
its beige
it smells like my dog
i like to sleep on it
its made of down feathers
i got it from my best friend
i love it
its a sectional couch
its wonderful
We have a couch in our house. It’s pretty ordinary: a dull color that is either purple or brown, depending on the day; upon sitting, your ass is sucked into the back and you can never get up ever again (unless you muster an insane amount of willpower, of course); the wooden upholstery is very much there, and you can feel it under the material of the couch. It’s not mine, nor is it my boyfriend’s, but it’s our roommate’s. He got it on craigslist.
not the place for me. Couch? ouch
I’d rather sleep on the floor.
I’d rather walk out the door and into my car and drive off.
Couch is for slouch. Haven’t owned one in years. Makes for lazy time…
sometimes I miss the cuddling.
In my grandmother’s den there was a scratchy plaid couch. The room was oven hot and the sun baked the wood paneling so that I felt I was in a sauna.