droping things down drains and onto the floor. spilling and picking up. cleaning and working and wiping sweat off your brow. there are children in the next room. playing then fighting. a broken arm. i don’t know where this is coming from. my sister never broke her arm. my mother never cleaned in the next room.
i put my life down. into pieces. it broke, with my joy and strength spilling out of it. until i picked it up, and tried to put it back together. i couldn’t. why does this always happen to me.
Dropped reminds me of rain. Spring rain is the most music nature has to offer. With the hot rain pouring down on the tree’s and dripping off the leaves. With the birds calling with the rhythm of the rain. Dropped also reminds me of accidents when something is broken its usually because you dropped it.
I dropped one of my coins today. Just on the sidewalk. I guess he didn’t notice as he was walking behind me, but something tells me he knew. Maybe he will come back at the same time tomorrow to pick it up and give it to his little girl.
Dropped. The word we all dread. Everything we know can and probably will be dropped, our hopes our spirit and our dreams. Our life depends on that one word.
“..I think she was dropped on her head.” Jane whispered to me. We both smiled as we stared at her blond curls bouncing around as she jumped. She wasn’t the smartest girl on the planet..
“No, she was thrown.” I whispered back.
Im falling. Air is blowing through my hair as i sink closer and closer towards the ground. My parachute pulls me back giving my a yank up and decreasing my speed. Adrenalin of the drop brings out the laughter hidden inside me.
I dropped my phone, again. I know, I need to get a grip of it, but I must have butterfingers or something. It’s horrible. My pour little phone. It doesn’t like to be dropped. So many more scratch’s. ):
When I hear dropped I think of something smashing, I see a pair of old hands shaking and loosing grasp on a glass cup, milk spilling over the edge of the counter, something valuable smashed underfoot in slow-motion, liquid splattering everywhere.
When something falls out of something it drops to the ground and usually hits hard like a cell phone or something that will probably break if u drop it from high enough up. Which has happened to me soooo dont drop andything unless it is meant to be dropped.
when i hear the word dropped i think of glass getting dropped on tile and breaking. it goes everywhere and everyone is bumbed out because it was a pretty glass.
My jaw dropped when I heard the news. My sister and her husband were divorcing. This was a horrible surprise for our family. If only it hadn’t happened.
one word that could mean anything that could mean love friends happyness purity fun it could be absoutly anthing !
to pick one word well thats just so hard to do!
i could pick a bunch of words but even that couldn’t get my thoughts out straight well hmm… one word here i go
I dropped the ball on my foot last week. It hurt a lot, I think it might have been one of those weighted balls that people use to work out. Anyway, my foot developed a rather nasty looking bruise on it, and I became worried that I had broken a tiny foot bone or something. I’ll be going to the doctor next week to have it looked at.
I dropped the key. I can’t believe I dropped the key. In the toilet. I dropped the key in the toilet. How could I have done that? I spent years working to find that key. All my spare time and energy went into that search. And then… down it went. Down the toilet. I tried to reach in and grab it, but I couldn’t. It was gone. The key was gone.
she dropped off the book like it was nothing. the last piece in the closing of the greatest chapter. a greater chapter than he would ever realize existed. she’d miss it all, even the book she never opened, but she knew she was doing what was best for everyone in that moment. she’d hoped to never cross paths again.
That was it. His balls had dropped, and he had become a man, well, he was on the way to becoming a man anyhow. I noticed this in him, and something about it had suddenly turned me on. I was attracted to the boy he who sat behind me since the 3rd grade. I thought about him all the time, especially in the shower, the place where my mother says you are supposed to wash away your sins.
she was trying to be careful but it was to hard she could not hold the tray still. with a crash the tray fell to the floor. there was milk and bits of cereal all around her. she never forgot what happened next. her mistress was so angry at her she was yelled at good and loud. the next instant she saw her family waiting around her…. she had always dreaded what happed to her.
I don’t want to have to do this, because i don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. But the simple matter is that I’ve met someone II don’t like and he has to be dropped. I would hate to be dropped myself but i guess that’s just life sometimes.
The ball dropped out of my hands. Similarly, I felt as if I was dropping my world. Usually, one blames the universe for their world falling apart. But I know, I know that this wasn’t the universe’s fault, it isn’t my society’s, it isn’t the people around me, it is me. It has been and always will be me that drops the ball out of my own hands.
Items are dropped through inattention to detail as well as to perception. When goals are dropped, often students are affected in negative ways. Teachers must not drop the ball in teaching content in meaningful and authentic ways.
dropped. eggs. people. quickly let go. disappear from your life. dropped. simply simply gone. until they land somewhere else. they land and maybe, from then on, they won’t be dropped.
the egg dropped to the floor and made a big mess
babies play games to see how many times mom and dad will pick something up
we as parents are well trained LOL
I loved him.
Truly I did.
But somehow this uneasy feeling
refused to leave my mind.
Tearing me at the edges,
splitting at the seams,
always waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
I dropped a candle and the fire ignited but it was okay. it enlightened my soul and brough me back to where I belong. to the fire inside me. the fire went out but mine did not. i knew what i needed to do. I needed to be right here. with my soul on fire,
Si afuera caen las gotas, y uno – o una – está sentado – o sentada – adentro, entonces pueden surgir historias. O nada. Yo estaba sentada allí, en el banco hecho de tablas. Y toda la familia estaba alrededor, porque con esta lluvia nadie quería estar afuera.
The red balloons I had inflated, in a moment of romanticism, and counted as 99, dropped like rocks from the cliff. I had tossed each lovingly in the air to take wing, to catch in the wind. All curved to the sand and sea.
I dropped you off a letter in your mailbox the day you left. I went back the next day in the middle of the night too see if it was still there. It was, I took it. You’ll never know what I wrote. I put it under my mattress. I sleep on it every night. There just words.
droping things down drains and onto the floor. spilling and picking up. cleaning and working and wiping sweat off your brow. there are children in the next room. playing then fighting. a broken arm. i don’t know where this is coming from. my sister never broke her arm. my mother never cleaned in the next room.
i put my life down. into pieces. it broke, with my joy and strength spilling out of it. until i picked it up, and tried to put it back together. i couldn’t. why does this always happen to me.
Dropped reminds me of rain. Spring rain is the most music nature has to offer. With the hot rain pouring down on the tree’s and dripping off the leaves. With the birds calling with the rhythm of the rain. Dropped also reminds me of accidents when something is broken its usually because you dropped it.
I dropped one of my coins today. Just on the sidewalk. I guess he didn’t notice as he was walking behind me, but something tells me he knew. Maybe he will come back at the same time tomorrow to pick it up and give it to his little girl.
Dropped. The word we all dread. Everything we know can and probably will be dropped, our hopes our spirit and our dreams. Our life depends on that one word.
i dropped a rock on a puddle yesterday and it had splashed and gushed all over the sidewalk. it was really nasty!!:):):):)
“..I think she was dropped on her head.” Jane whispered to me. We both smiled as we stared at her blond curls bouncing around as she jumped. She wasn’t the smartest girl on the planet..
“No, she was thrown.” I whispered back.
Im falling. Air is blowing through my hair as i sink closer and closer towards the ground. My parachute pulls me back giving my a yank up and decreasing my speed. Adrenalin of the drop brings out the laughter hidden inside me.
I dropped the ball after Kaleb Farr kicked the ball at me. We were playing kickball and the teams were Mr. Jackson against Mr. Hart.
I dropped the can on the floor. My mom dropped the glass cup on the floor and it shattered.My little brother dropped his toy in the lake.
i dropped a rock on a ducks head yesterday. it quacked and yelled at me. i told it i was sorry and it BIT ME!! that was awesome though!!:)
I dropped my phone, again. I know, I need to get a grip of it, but I must have butterfingers or something. It’s horrible. My pour little phone. It doesn’t like to be dropped. So many more scratch’s. ):
Hero or zero. win or loss. All assosciated with dropped
i droped a ball. that ball that i droped rolled and roled until it was for away and out of my life for good. i miss that ball that i dropped
When I hear dropped I think of something smashing, I see a pair of old hands shaking and loosing grasp on a glass cup, milk spilling over the edge of the counter, something valuable smashed underfoot in slow-motion, liquid splattering everywhere.
When something falls out of something it drops to the ground and usually hits hard like a cell phone or something that will probably break if u drop it from high enough up. Which has happened to me soooo dont drop andything unless it is meant to be dropped.
Its easy to drop something that is thrown at you. When you drop something it falls on the ground usually.
OOPS I dropped the plates now the darn things are broken!!!!
on dropped a rock on my foot win i was 5
Dropped is a verb meaning you lost possession of something as in basketball. When you lose the ball, this can be very game breaking.
when i hear the word dropped i think of glass getting dropped on tile and breaking. it goes everywhere and everyone is bumbed out because it was a pretty glass.
My jaw dropped when I heard the news. My sister and her husband were divorcing. This was a horrible surprise for our family. If only it hadn’t happened.
one word that could mean anything that could mean love friends happyness purity fun it could be absoutly anthing !
to pick one word well thats just so hard to do!
i could pick a bunch of words but even that couldn’t get my thoughts out straight well hmm… one word here i go
I dropped the ball on my foot last week. It hurt a lot, I think it might have been one of those weighted balls that people use to work out. Anyway, my foot developed a rather nasty looking bruise on it, and I became worried that I had broken a tiny foot bone or something. I’ll be going to the doctor next week to have it looked at.
I dropped the key. I can’t believe I dropped the key. In the toilet. I dropped the key in the toilet. How could I have done that? I spent years working to find that key. All my spare time and energy went into that search. And then… down it went. Down the toilet. I tried to reach in and grab it, but I couldn’t. It was gone. The key was gone.
she dropped off the book like it was nothing. the last piece in the closing of the greatest chapter. a greater chapter than he would ever realize existed. she’d miss it all, even the book she never opened, but she knew she was doing what was best for everyone in that moment. she’d hoped to never cross paths again.
That was it. His balls had dropped, and he had become a man, well, he was on the way to becoming a man anyhow. I noticed this in him, and something about it had suddenly turned me on. I was attracted to the boy he who sat behind me since the 3rd grade. I thought about him all the time, especially in the shower, the place where my mother says you are supposed to wash away your sins.
she was trying to be careful but it was to hard she could not hold the tray still. with a crash the tray fell to the floor. there was milk and bits of cereal all around her. she never forgot what happened next. her mistress was so angry at her she was yelled at good and loud. the next instant she saw her family waiting around her…. she had always dreaded what happed to her.
I don’t want to have to do this, because i don’t want to hurt anyone’s feelings. But the simple matter is that I’ve met someone II don’t like and he has to be dropped. I would hate to be dropped myself but i guess that’s just life sometimes.
The ball dropped out of my hands. Similarly, I felt as if I was dropping my world. Usually, one blames the universe for their world falling apart. But I know, I know that this wasn’t the universe’s fault, it isn’t my society’s, it isn’t the people around me, it is me. It has been and always will be me that drops the ball out of my own hands.
You found, polished, and fumbled me.
They dropped off the bridge.
They knew exactly what they were doing until they hit the ice.
Items are dropped through inattention to detail as well as to perception. When goals are dropped, often students are affected in negative ways. Teachers must not drop the ball in teaching content in meaningful and authentic ways.
dropped. eggs. people. quickly let go. disappear from your life. dropped. simply simply gone. until they land somewhere else. they land and maybe, from then on, they won’t be dropped.
the egg dropped to the floor and made a big mess
babies play games to see how many times mom and dad will pick something up
we as parents are well trained LOL
I loved him.
Truly I did.
But somehow this uneasy feeling
refused to leave my mind.
Tearing me at the edges,
splitting at the seams,
always waiting
for the other shoe to drop.
I dropped a candle and the fire ignited but it was okay. it enlightened my soul and brough me back to where I belong. to the fire inside me. the fire went out but mine did not. i knew what i needed to do. I needed to be right here. with my soul on fire,
Si afuera caen las gotas, y uno – o una – está sentado – o sentada – adentro, entonces pueden surgir historias. O nada. Yo estaba sentada allí, en el banco hecho de tablas. Y toda la familia estaba alrededor, porque con esta lluvia nadie quería estar afuera.
The red balloons I had inflated, in a moment of romanticism, and counted as 99, dropped like rocks from the cliff. I had tossed each lovingly in the air to take wing, to catch in the wind. All curved to the sand and sea.
I dropped you off a letter in your mailbox the day you left. I went back the next day in the middle of the night too see if it was still there. It was, I took it. You’ll never know what I wrote. I put it under my mattress. I sleep on it every night. There just words.