I dropped my heart and you picked it up. Drop. On the floor or under you. why am i doing this? What’s the point? I’m dropping my guard. That’s not good. I can’t stop writing. This is fun. Guard dropped.
Drop out. I was a high school drop out. Now at 19, I’m a college sophomore well on my way to teaching high school English. Ironic. I loved my life of freedom when i wasn’t in school, but it was fucking boring. I read a lot.
i dropped my pencil on the floor and when i went to pick it up i saw the man of my dreams he was wearing a blue bow tie and a vest, he was beautiful. then he took me on a fancy date because he also noticed that i was the girl of his dreams. yay date :] and then we lived happily ever after.
And suddenly we’re all falling, spiraling through this column of wind and ash and drowsy violet stars. In spring the trees learn how to speak again, their hearts blossoming on bare arms like the petals of cold flowers. Daffodils sing with the morning doves. The world sucks in a long, slow sigh and plummets headfirst through the cosmos. See that, the horizon sliding across a frozen sky? Light falls in spades to wound the crests of intermittent waves. The ocean is laced with fire.
dropped from the balcony the infant fell into the plummeting abyss where the creature waited…silently…slumbering…
the dark was cold and icey blue , the child wide eyed and shining..the creature, waiting.
one dropped call,
one shoe astray
one button missing
train delay.
the longest breakdown
heard in days.
an old ashtray
and coffee stains.
one more story
one more ‘no tip’
the last dropped tray…
i guess you could say it was one helluva day.
His heart dropped into his stomach, then shot up into his throat. She was here. There in the crowd, looking right at him. He’d never once lost his cool onstage; suddenly he was dangerously close to losing it. So he looked away, closed his eyes, concentrated on the lyrics, and when he looked back and met her gaze, his heart stayed put this time, just beating faster and harder than the drums.
Lost control and let go of the item in my hand. And then it fell. Fast and hard to the ground. The resulting sound made quite a stir. All eyes in the building turned to stare at what caused such a horific sound to occur. Of course, this led to my complete embarrassment. Just as I was looking for the nearest exit, a stranger grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of what I could now see was the door. Flabbergasted, but glad to have an excuse to flee, I went with him. As we made our way outside, I took time to study the man that pulled me from the scene. He was tall, dark hair and blue eyes. He had a touch of an olive tone to his skin. In a word, handsome. Very handsome. I could feel my heart rate start to accelerate as this realization hit me.
I dropped my heart. It fell into your hands. You kept it for yours to hold. You dropped my heart. It fell on the floor. It’s in tiny pieces, no longer whole.
I dropped the plate in shock. It smashed and broke into a million tiny pieces.
“He said he left because he couldn’t handle all of this” I exclaimed, my world falling down around me.
“He lied,” she said.
The little ring dropped on the ground as she pulled her hand from her coat pockets. It made a clear sound as it touched the surface, but she did not hear it. And she did not realize that it was gone.
The key dropped from her fingers onto the cold, hardwood floor. It was the only sound left in the room, and she watched the man bring the knife down upon her sister’s chest again and again. Finally, she broke out of her trance and rushed towards the man, the feeling of pure hatred boiling within her. “Stop!” she screamed, and brought her small fists to crash into the mans head. It didnt little to stop him, and he chuckled cruelly. Then she woke up.
I dropped my heart. It fell upon my sleeve. You came along and picked it off to keep for yourself. You dropped my heart. It fell on the floor. It shattered to pieces and you didn’t care to clean up your mess.
onto head. left alone. discarded. Is this one of those “whatever pops into your head first” things? Or am I just supposed to go off on a tangent and right whatever I want? Or does it strictly have to be related to the word given?
She dropped off the face of the planet. The stars did not catch her as she whizzed by;instead, they cut up her paper skin, hissing, shaking. She dropped into a void of the unknown. I
I was dropped on my head at birth and it’s gone down hill ever since. Just kidding I did see a baby bird that dropped out of the nest. I picked it up and put it carefully back into the nest.
one day, i dropped a glass. it was a nice glass, and i was quite upset. in my faimly we have a habit of doing this. we can never keep glasses in our house for longer than six months. despite this, as it was falling, and after it shattered i couldnt help but notice that even though it was being broken, the glass still looked beautiful.
I dropped out of high school when I was almost finished. It just wasn’t my thing, but one teacher pulled me aside and quietly told me, though he wasn’t supposed to, that I was doing a good thing and he had faith in me. I think about him a lot, because he was right. I’ve done well.
I dropped my pen when he told me about his love for her. I never thought this day would come. But I had to tell him the truth. I didn’t mean to make him cry. Yet it was better that heard it from me. She was a lier, a two-faced good for nothing low-life scum. I knew she would have broken his heart. I just couldn’t bear to put him thru that. I mean, what are big sisters for after all?
phone calls get dropped all the time. especially when they’re important and your service sucks. Dropped could also mean when somebody gets knocked the fuck out in a fight. Example: *ghetto voice* damnnnn that bitch got knocked the fuck out!!
It dropped down, through the empty sky, into the Earth, and just kept going. I guess it was more than dropping, but even so, it was not good. You could feel the Earth shake. Such an impact. Such a way to die. It killed all the life there, you see. Earth is no more. We rule now. Forever. Because we will not make their mistakes, they cannot force us.
i feel i may have dropped the person i may have ended up with by default. but there is the problem. default. why should we settle for the one that simply likes you while you feel nothing for them. the whole soul mate myth is still in the back of my mind. i believe, somewhere in the recesses of my mind that i will still find a person that i could actuallly be happy with. fuck it i may aswell keep on looking. some day i willl find contentedness. deal done! that or i will die of liver failure, cronic boredom, or fantastic suicide. by that i mean something spectacular and thoroughly memorable. and hopefuly comedic in its summation.
I dropped the ball again. It wasn’t my fault, I wasn’t looking when he threw it to me. I promise I didn’t mean to drop it. I was just distracted. I hope he can forgive me. I have hope; hope is a really good thing. I dropped it, but I’m going to pick it back up.
dropped a heart of glass and it shattered. a thousand billion pieces. like a diamond mosaic, stare at it and you see your face. dropped it. you dropped it. and what will I do now with these shards of glass? prick my finger. cut up my hands. how do I pick them up?
He dropped the paper onto the moving water. It sailed, it did not sink. The blue ink spread until it blended with the current on which it coursed. Henry would no longer look to ink for his salvation.
my ass droped on the floor.rain is dropping.hmmm it didnt rain today though it was supposed to.i love a girl she is pretty but she is confusing me what can i do ? never mind we are talking about dropped.i m not a native english speaker so i cannot find something better to tell
the little girl dropped to the floor in agony, feeling as though she had ben shred to pieces. in that very same moment of the fall, she woke up,the lingering falling sensation still on her mind. she screamed when her twin came to her .
Scorching through the air, giving it everything, McDash was a sight to behold, his bulky frame almost leaving a trail like a comets tail as he tore across the field, silencing the baying crowds- his grip firm, his focus held, the yards between his destination and his position reeled down, like a hot air balloon desperately jettisoning any excess ballast.
Later on, in the changing rooms, depsite undoubtedly being man of the match, his face was drawn and vacant, a thief wearing his smile in another life. The speculation and mystery would remain for years as to why he had been dropped from the team.
I dont know what to say about dropped. I dropped something? my shoulder feels ‘dropped’? Thats about right actually…my shoulder feels dropped. I hurt it on the weekend and im trying my best to hold it up.
this is a fucking fantastic website, good thoughts can come out of it no matter what i guess…
I dropped my hand on the floor. It just stayed there and didnt move. Still just like fresh water poured into a glass. but fresh. It lay there but hours and days without any sing of motion. Just the silent pulse of foregone life, and love.
Dropped off the face of the planet. Gone like a whisper in the wind. My face fell when I realised it was over, but my heart skipped when I knew it was done.
i when i saw him my heart dropped. he was with her and they were happy. they were happier then we ever were and they fit together far better than we ever could. so it dropped and i forgot how to pick it up again.
The ball dropped from the tips of my icy fingers. I swore and bent to retrieve it, but the cold had turned my fingers from flesh and bone to stiff useless sticks protruding from the end of my deliberately overlong sleeves.
I dropped my heart and you picked it up. Drop. On the floor or under you. why am i doing this? What’s the point? I’m dropping my guard. That’s not good. I can’t stop writing. This is fun. Guard dropped.
Drop out. I was a high school drop out. Now at 19, I’m a college sophomore well on my way to teaching high school English. Ironic. I loved my life of freedom when i wasn’t in school, but it was fucking boring. I read a lot.
i dropped the pencil
from
my
hand
and it
fell
softly
until
it
hit
the floor_____________________________________
i dropped my pencil on the floor and when i went to pick it up i saw the man of my dreams he was wearing a blue bow tie and a vest, he was beautiful. then he took me on a fancy date because he also noticed that i was the girl of his dreams. yay date :] and then we lived happily ever after.
And suddenly we’re all falling, spiraling through this column of wind and ash and drowsy violet stars. In spring the trees learn how to speak again, their hearts blossoming on bare arms like the petals of cold flowers. Daffodils sing with the morning doves. The world sucks in a long, slow sigh and plummets headfirst through the cosmos. See that, the horizon sliding across a frozen sky? Light falls in spades to wound the crests of intermittent waves. The ocean is laced with fire.
drip drop drip drip drip drop the blood dropped the blood dripped with the hate he hit you with.
dropped from the balcony the infant fell into the plummeting abyss where the creature waited…silently…slumbering…
the dark was cold and icey blue , the child wide eyed and shining..the creature, waiting.
one dropped call,
one shoe astray
one button missing
train delay.
the longest breakdown
heard in days.
an old ashtray
and coffee stains.
one more story
one more ‘no tip’
the last dropped tray…
i guess you could say it was one helluva day.
His heart dropped into his stomach, then shot up into his throat. She was here. There in the crowd, looking right at him. He’d never once lost his cool onstage; suddenly he was dangerously close to losing it. So he looked away, closed his eyes, concentrated on the lyrics, and when he looked back and met her gaze, his heart stayed put this time, just beating faster and harder than the drums.
Lost control and let go of the item in my hand. And then it fell. Fast and hard to the ground. The resulting sound made quite a stir. All eyes in the building turned to stare at what caused such a horific sound to occur. Of course, this led to my complete embarrassment. Just as I was looking for the nearest exit, a stranger grabbed my hand and pulled me in the direction of what I could now see was the door. Flabbergasted, but glad to have an excuse to flee, I went with him. As we made our way outside, I took time to study the man that pulled me from the scene. He was tall, dark hair and blue eyes. He had a touch of an olive tone to his skin. In a word, handsome. Very handsome. I could feel my heart rate start to accelerate as this realization hit me.
eggs that bear the burden marks of her shock. if only she could have held it all steady, nothing would have been dropped.
I dropped my heart. It fell into your hands. You kept it for yours to hold. You dropped my heart. It fell on the floor. It’s in tiny pieces, no longer whole.
I dropped the plate in shock. It smashed and broke into a million tiny pieces.
“He said he left because he couldn’t handle all of this” I exclaimed, my world falling down around me.
“He lied,” she said.
The little ring dropped on the ground as she pulled her hand from her coat pockets. It made a clear sound as it touched the surface, but she did not hear it. And she did not realize that it was gone.
The key dropped from her fingers onto the cold, hardwood floor. It was the only sound left in the room, and she watched the man bring the knife down upon her sister’s chest again and again. Finally, she broke out of her trance and rushed towards the man, the feeling of pure hatred boiling within her. “Stop!” she screamed, and brought her small fists to crash into the mans head. It didnt little to stop him, and he chuckled cruelly. Then she woke up.
I dropped my heart. It fell upon my sleeve. You came along and picked it off to keep for yourself. You dropped my heart. It fell on the floor. It shattered to pieces and you didn’t care to clean up your mess.
onto head. left alone. discarded. Is this one of those “whatever pops into your head first” things? Or am I just supposed to go off on a tangent and right whatever I want? Or does it strictly have to be related to the word given?
She dropped off the face of the planet. The stars did not catch her as she whizzed by;instead, they cut up her paper skin, hissing, shaking. She dropped into a void of the unknown. I
I was dropped on my head at birth and it’s gone down hill ever since. Just kidding I did see a baby bird that dropped out of the nest. I picked it up and put it carefully back into the nest.
one day, i dropped a glass. it was a nice glass, and i was quite upset. in my faimly we have a habit of doing this. we can never keep glasses in our house for longer than six months. despite this, as it was falling, and after it shattered i couldnt help but notice that even though it was being broken, the glass still looked beautiful.
I dropped out of high school when I was almost finished. It just wasn’t my thing, but one teacher pulled me aside and quietly told me, though he wasn’t supposed to, that I was doing a good thing and he had faith in me. I think about him a lot, because he was right. I’ve done well.
I dropped my pen when he told me about his love for her. I never thought this day would come. But I had to tell him the truth. I didn’t mean to make him cry. Yet it was better that heard it from me. She was a lier, a two-faced good for nothing low-life scum. I knew she would have broken his heart. I just couldn’t bear to put him thru that. I mean, what are big sisters for after all?
My room mate tends to have severe mobility problems. She DROPs things about once every 5 seconds and it is always followed by at least one curse word.
phone calls get dropped all the time. especially when they’re important and your service sucks. Dropped could also mean when somebody gets knocked the fuck out in a fight. Example: *ghetto voice* damnnnn that bitch got knocked the fuck out!!
the fallen sound of someone dropping.Ahh.And the rain the help people sometimes.
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It dropped down, through the empty sky, into the Earth, and just kept going. I guess it was more than dropping, but even so, it was not good. You could feel the Earth shake. Such an impact. Such a way to die. It killed all the life there, you see. Earth is no more. We rule now. Forever. Because we will not make their mistakes, they cannot force us.
i feel i may have dropped the person i may have ended up with by default. but there is the problem. default. why should we settle for the one that simply likes you while you feel nothing for them. the whole soul mate myth is still in the back of my mind. i believe, somewhere in the recesses of my mind that i will still find a person that i could actuallly be happy with. fuck it i may aswell keep on looking. some day i willl find contentedness. deal done! that or i will die of liver failure, cronic boredom, or fantastic suicide. by that i mean something spectacular and thoroughly memorable. and hopefuly comedic in its summation.
I dropped the ball again. It wasn’t my fault, I wasn’t looking when he threw it to me. I promise I didn’t mean to drop it. I was just distracted. I hope he can forgive me. I have hope; hope is a really good thing. I dropped it, but I’m going to pick it back up.
dropped a heart of glass and it shattered. a thousand billion pieces. like a diamond mosaic, stare at it and you see your face. dropped it. you dropped it. and what will I do now with these shards of glass? prick my finger. cut up my hands. how do I pick them up?
He dropped the paper onto the moving water. It sailed, it did not sink. The blue ink spread until it blended with the current on which it coursed. Henry would no longer look to ink for his salvation.
my ass droped on the floor.rain is dropping.hmmm it didnt rain today though it was supposed to.i love a girl she is pretty but she is confusing me what can i do ? never mind we are talking about dropped.i m not a native english speaker so i cannot find something better to tell
the little girl dropped to the floor in agony, feeling as though she had ben shred to pieces. in that very same moment of the fall, she woke up,the lingering falling sensation still on her mind. she screamed when her twin came to her .
Scorching through the air, giving it everything, McDash was a sight to behold, his bulky frame almost leaving a trail like a comets tail as he tore across the field, silencing the baying crowds- his grip firm, his focus held, the yards between his destination and his position reeled down, like a hot air balloon desperately jettisoning any excess ballast.
Later on, in the changing rooms, depsite undoubtedly being man of the match, his face was drawn and vacant, a thief wearing his smile in another life. The speculation and mystery would remain for years as to why he had been dropped from the team.
I dont know what to say about dropped. I dropped something? my shoulder feels ‘dropped’? Thats about right actually…my shoulder feels dropped. I hurt it on the weekend and im trying my best to hold it up.
this is a fucking fantastic website, good thoughts can come out of it no matter what i guess…
I dropped my hand on the floor. It just stayed there and didnt move. Still just like fresh water poured into a glass. but fresh. It lay there but hours and days without any sing of motion. Just the silent pulse of foregone life, and love.
Dropped off the face of the planet. Gone like a whisper in the wind. My face fell when I realised it was over, but my heart skipped when I knew it was done.
got dropped off. My heart dropped when i saw that. I dropped my keys earlier today. Make ya wanna booty drop! clip clop flip flop booty dropped.
i when i saw him my heart dropped. he was with her and they were happy. they were happier then we ever were and they fit together far better than we ever could. so it dropped and i forgot how to pick it up again.
The ball dropped from the tips of my icy fingers. I swore and bent to retrieve it, but the cold had turned my fingers from flesh and bone to stiff useless sticks protruding from the end of my deliberately overlong sleeves.