Drain? Really what kind of word is drain? I wish what we had would go down the drain, except not really. Cause that would mess everything up. But I’m wondering maybe if we did flush, then I would feel a whole lot better about this situation? I have no idea to be honest.
Down the drain went the hopes of Allison’s future with the company. It was about time her career ended, as she had been steeling from the company for about two years now.
The drain was clogged with so much of her hair that the water would no longer go down. It had been better when she used to shave, when she was completely bald. Marissa would go back to that style if it wasn’t for the annoying jokes about chemo.
the water swirled, hurricane like, down the drain, sucking the moisture of my bath away from me. i sat at the edge opposite of the drain. dry. alone. left out.
The tub drained with such a horrible sound, it woke up the children from across the hall. no one could have thought what the drain was going to do as it jumped out of the tub chasing man and women alike down the hall!
to take something. drain a sink. drain blood from one’s body. die. idk drain can mean tired like “Dude, I’m so draineddd!!!!” drain can also mean rain with a d. idk. who currs about drain anyway, its a suckish word. nobody uses it dude. i hate drain.
The thing that takes our worries away. It takes all the nasty, unwanted residue of the kitchen and puts it God know where. And there is even that thing in the bottom of some that chops it up and demolishes it completely.
Such a lonely drop down a foggy drain. Steamed up, washing away regrets of yesterday. With stories untold, but memories made. How did it get to be like it is today? A special concoction of love and hate gone to waste.
Parfois l’esprit est occupé par beaucoup de choses, sauf par l’essentiel. Il faut donc le canaliser, anticiper et apprivoiser son énergie vers les meilleurs chemins. Just do it!
The energy had drained from her body, she was alone now in a world of darkness and fear. Only her faith would help her through this, a challenging faith, a faith draining from her at every turn of the clock.
There is always hairs clogging up my drain. I can only think of one culprit – my hairy Italian roommate. I don’t have the heart to badger him about it though, because hes really ugly and fat. The hair thing might be the straw that broke the camel’s self esteem.
Slowly spiraling down, time enough to realize all the wrong you’ve done.
But also all the right you’ve done.
Enough time to sum up your life in a perfectly concise way.
What a way to go.
It ran quickly, gushing and floqwing and streaming into oblivion. The water cascaded down the overflow and into the street, rising higher and higher until fences were covered and gardens flooded, no time to pack our clothes,they were wet anyway!
Mañana me voy a encontrar con ella finalmente, hace tiempo que estaba por conocerla, cuando me hablaron la primera vez sobre ella sentí que era para mí. Nunca encontraré algo tan parecido a mí como ella, es todo lo que necesito en mi vida.
i watched as the green hair dye streamed down the white tub and to the metal drain. yea, mom would be mad again but i didn’t care. she hated everything i did. and i mean everything.
the word drain reminds me of a toilet or a sink or a bath tub- and it also kind of creeps me out. things “go down the drain” and that means that theyre hypothetically gone forever, but they have to go somewhere. they probably go to some pile of feces but im going to go with my fantasy of some never ending world.
Your thoughts, words, presence, drain me. Tugging at my heart, pushing at my thoughts, influencing me into being something I’m not.
When you’re around… I become a different person. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter: This isn’t who I am.
i once saw a monkey playing in the water. who knew that they could have so much fun. i wondered where it came from and saw a pipe. water was spurting out of it. i followed it on and on until i got to a kitchen. i followed the pipe into the kitchen and saw it was attached to a drain. i decided to please the money further by dropping a banana in the drain.
-there’s a monster on the drain!-said David scared. But his parents didn’t belive on his words.
-is just your imagination david, now go to sleep, tomorrow you have to go to school-said his dad. David was angry, he saw a an eye, and some pink hairs peeking out of the sink. Probably that monster was responsible for the flood in the bathroom last week. Why his parents didn’t belive him?. David went to bed, he wasn’t sure if he could sleep, he couldn’t stop thinking on that eye and the pink hair.- Oh, how i hate that monster, now i’m going to have nightmares, thank you very much, stupid monster- david growled covering his head with the blanket.
That night he dreamed with the monster, a big, ugly monster that came out of the bath chair just to annoy him. When the dream could not be worse, David woke up, he felt a pressure in the bladder, thant pressure meant only one thing, he wanted to go to the bathroom.
David could not ignore the call of nature, so he got out of bed and look at the dark hallway, the bathroom was at the end of the hall, go to the bathroom at night was all an act of courage.
I was so drained. I slumped down on my bed and covered my face with my hands. With my eyes closed, the rest of the world just seemed to leak out of my mind, and I was left in peace and darkness. I laid back, feeling sadness and relief overtake me. Silent tears bled from my closed eyes and soaked my fingers. I opened my eyes. And suddenly all I could feel was freedom. Freedom from guilt, from responsibility. It felt like everything I’d ever done, all the events of my life had been leading up to this. This sense of peace. It felt as though it would never end, but would burn bright within me like a light, forever banishing darkness.
Drain…I once spilled my cola down the drain of a bathtub. Isn’t it funny the way something so bad for you can cause so much pain when i see it go away…
water goes down the drain —clockwise here – counter clockwise in other lands. gurgle, gurgle, splutter – down it goes – down the drain. lots of things go down the drain…coffee, water,
My money flows down down down the drain. I never care for it, or watch it, or grow it. It flows out of my hands like a water, washing with rivers and sewage to places I dare not go. Down the drain. Swirling twirling, down the drain.
there is water slowly dripping from the drain. The sound is keeping me calm. Its filling in the silent space. My house is lonely but the drain provides a sense of presence. I only someone were here.
I was so drained that I fell asleep, right there, down by the water. The sand stuck to my skin as he gently woke me up and carried me all the way home.
I feel drained all the time.
Drained from my friends.
Drained from school.
Like used up water from washing your hands.
Send me down the drain.
Dirty. Unwanted.
Leaving a ring in the sink.
jessie felt her consciousness drain from her as she slowly began to succumb to ricky rejection’s devices. a difference sort of sensation began to unfold upon her.
The warm, now stained, water traveled down the pipes. Away it drained the fear, the stress, the doubt, everything. She was left absolutely numb. She lay in the drained bathtub with new resolve. Yet she still didn’t move. She lay there, naked, cold and shivering. And that was how he found her.
And it all goes down the drain like a little carousal. The words rushing ’round and ’round with a musical lilt. It’s the accent, I think as I stare at her face. It’s her fine complexion, and it’s all I can focus on. Beautiful.
on resources, on my time, on the lives and souls of everyone around you. all matter, all energy, all thoughts, all time are spiraling down into the blackhole of your innermost being. Where are you keeping it all? How do you have enough room to store it? We miss it out here. Give it back, STOP BEING SUCH A DRAIN ON MY LIFE.
Drain? Really what kind of word is drain? I wish what we had would go down the drain, except not really. Cause that would mess everything up. But I’m wondering maybe if we did flush, then I would feel a whole lot better about this situation? I have no idea to be honest.
Down the drain went the hopes of Allison’s future with the company. It was about time her career ended, as she had been steeling from the company for about two years now.
The drain was clogged with so much of her hair that the water would no longer go down. It had been better when she used to shave, when she was completely bald. Marissa would go back to that style if it wasn’t for the annoying jokes about chemo.
swim, pool, water, blood, sex, bathroom, bath
the water swirled, hurricane like, down the drain, sucking the moisture of my bath away from me. i sat at the edge opposite of the drain. dry. alone. left out.
The tub drained with such a horrible sound, it woke up the children from across the hall. no one could have thought what the drain was going to do as it jumped out of the tub chasing man and women alike down the hall!
My life is going down the drain. Emotions wash off. Worries and tears color the liquid. Swirling down the drain that holds all my secrets.
to take something. drain a sink. drain blood from one’s body. die. idk drain can mean tired like “Dude, I’m so draineddd!!!!” drain can also mean rain with a d. idk. who currs about drain anyway, its a suckish word. nobody uses it dude. i hate drain.
The thing that takes our worries away. It takes all the nasty, unwanted residue of the kitchen and puts it God know where. And there is even that thing in the bottom of some that chops it up and demolishes it completely.
feeling totally drained after a hard days work at the hospital. a busy day, but the kind of day that i enjoy
Such a lonely drop down a foggy drain. Steamed up, washing away regrets of yesterday. With stories untold, but memories made. How did it get to be like it is today? A special concoction of love and hate gone to waste.
Parfois l’esprit est occupé par beaucoup de choses, sauf par l’essentiel. Il faut donc le canaliser, anticiper et apprivoiser son énergie vers les meilleurs chemins. Just do it!
The energy had drained from her body, she was alone now in a world of darkness and fear. Only her faith would help her through this, a challenging faith, a faith draining from her at every turn of the clock.
There is always hairs clogging up my drain. I can only think of one culprit – my hairy Italian roommate. I don’t have the heart to badger him about it though, because hes really ugly and fat. The hair thing might be the straw that broke the camel’s self esteem.
Slowly spiraling down, time enough to realize all the wrong you’ve done.
But also all the right you’ve done.
Enough time to sum up your life in a perfectly concise way.
What a way to go.
It ran quickly, gushing and floqwing and streaming into oblivion. The water cascaded down the overflow and into the street, rising higher and higher until fences were covered and gardens flooded, no time to pack our clothes,they were wet anyway!
Mañana me voy a encontrar con ella finalmente, hace tiempo que estaba por conocerla, cuando me hablaron la primera vez sobre ella sentí que era para mí. Nunca encontraré algo tan parecido a mí como ella, es todo lo que necesito en mi vida.
i watched as the green hair dye streamed down the white tub and to the metal drain. yea, mom would be mad again but i didn’t care. she hated everything i did. and i mean everything.
the word drain reminds me of a toilet or a sink or a bath tub- and it also kind of creeps me out. things “go down the drain” and that means that theyre hypothetically gone forever, but they have to go somewhere. they probably go to some pile of feces but im going to go with my fantasy of some never ending world.
Your thoughts, words, presence, drain me. Tugging at my heart, pushing at my thoughts, influencing me into being something I’m not.
When you’re around… I become a different person. Good or bad, it doesn’t matter: This isn’t who I am.
the thing under the sink
The night I shaved my head, grade 5 once a month
I watched each stab of the clipper, each swipe and swing
the blades made, dancing in friction
i once saw a monkey playing in the water. who knew that they could have so much fun. i wondered where it came from and saw a pipe. water was spurting out of it. i followed it on and on until i got to a kitchen. i followed the pipe into the kitchen and saw it was attached to a drain. i decided to please the money further by dropping a banana in the drain.
Words drip from her mind into the ground below, creating puddles on the ground below before seeping into the ground
-there’s a monster on the drain!-said David scared. But his parents didn’t belive on his words.
-is just your imagination david, now go to sleep, tomorrow you have to go to school-said his dad. David was angry, he saw a an eye, and some pink hairs peeking out of the sink. Probably that monster was responsible for the flood in the bathroom last week. Why his parents didn’t belive him?. David went to bed, he wasn’t sure if he could sleep, he couldn’t stop thinking on that eye and the pink hair.- Oh, how i hate that monster, now i’m going to have nightmares, thank you very much, stupid monster- david growled covering his head with the blanket.
That night he dreamed with the monster, a big, ugly monster that came out of the bath chair just to annoy him. When the dream could not be worse, David woke up, he felt a pressure in the bladder, thant pressure meant only one thing, he wanted to go to the bathroom.
David could not ignore the call of nature, so he got out of bed and look at the dark hallway, the bathroom was at the end of the hall, go to the bathroom at night was all an act of courage.
I was so drained. I slumped down on my bed and covered my face with my hands. With my eyes closed, the rest of the world just seemed to leak out of my mind, and I was left in peace and darkness. I laid back, feeling sadness and relief overtake me. Silent tears bled from my closed eyes and soaked my fingers. I opened my eyes. And suddenly all I could feel was freedom. Freedom from guilt, from responsibility. It felt like everything I’d ever done, all the events of my life had been leading up to this. This sense of peace. It felt as though it would never end, but would burn bright within me like a light, forever banishing darkness.
Drain…I once spilled my cola down the drain of a bathtub. Isn’t it funny the way something so bad for you can cause so much pain when i see it go away…
pipe, something to take away water. When you are feeling tired. rain with an extra d on the start of it. Lack of energy.
Life can be such a drain sometimes. Drain on my energy. Drain my thoughts. Drain on my creative aspirations. Just such a drain.
laying in the mud uncovered, ugly white eyesore in my back yard. Darn it, I should have covered you up and allowed the grass to grow.
water goes down the drain —clockwise here – counter clockwise in other lands. gurgle, gurgle, splutter – down it goes – down the drain. lots of things go down the drain…coffee, water,
My money flows down down down the drain. I never care for it, or watch it, or grow it. It flows out of my hands like a water, washing with rivers and sewage to places I dare not go. Down the drain. Swirling twirling, down the drain.
there is water slowly dripping from the drain. The sound is keeping me calm. Its filling in the silent space. My house is lonely but the drain provides a sense of presence. I only someone were here.
I was so drained that I fell asleep, right there, down by the water. The sand stuck to my skin as he gently woke me up and carried me all the way home.
Time and distance drain away my thoughts and I am left with nothing but am empty shell of longing and desire. Come back already.
I feel drained all the time.
Drained from my friends.
Drained from school.
Like used up water from washing your hands.
Send me down the drain.
Dirty. Unwanted.
Leaving a ring in the sink.
jessie felt her consciousness drain from her as she slowly began to succumb to ricky rejection’s devices. a difference sort of sensation began to unfold upon her.
The warm, now stained, water traveled down the pipes. Away it drained the fear, the stress, the doubt, everything. She was left absolutely numb. She lay in the drained bathtub with new resolve. Yet she still didn’t move. She lay there, naked, cold and shivering. And that was how he found her.
And it all goes down the drain like a little carousal. The words rushing ’round and ’round with a musical lilt. It’s the accent, I think as I stare at her face. It’s her fine complexion, and it’s all I can focus on. Beautiful.
on resources, on my time, on the lives and souls of everyone around you. all matter, all energy, all thoughts, all time are spiraling down into the blackhole of your innermost being. Where are you keeping it all? How do you have enough room to store it? We miss it out here. Give it back, STOP BEING SUCH A DRAIN ON MY LIFE.