The sound of a sewing machine fills the room
Snip snip go the scissors
as an old pair of holey jeans meet there doom
A nip and a tuck
Maybe add a little sparkle and shine
One’s something old and worn
Now embellished into something new
He ran his fingertips over the small tea cozy, embellished with little jewels and small lace ruffles.
It was her favorite, stained and wrinkled.
It was beautiful.
He pocketed it and returned to the black-suited fish in the living room who were calling, bubbles clinging to their fishy lips.
He hated funerals.
Everyone embellishes,
so it’s fine if I do…
right?
just
a
little
white
lie
innocent as the acid
I swear I’ll never pour in your eyes
just
a
little
white
lie
who said darkness is bad,
when white is the color of the snow
that kills the grass
just
a
little
white
lie
harmless
that’s a lie
So it is so hard to belive that ghe little skirt could be so embelleshed but when i went to pick it up from the store i was proven wrong if there was fabric left un touched then something wasnt right it was way to
the truth embellished is still the truth only a little statelier, finer, perhaps more worthy of royalty. don’t lie, ever, they say. but they don’t know that lying is how people get close to one another, how people fabricate communal experiences, to pretend like we all know the meaning of love.
allow me to embellish on what it means to be great. –i laugh at the audacity of me to entertain mention of greatness as though i know—or think—-or am. guess it takes none of those things to recognize and acknowledge what is. known. thought. and realized.
On the box there was a rather large embellishment. It was beautiful and protruded just the right amount so that it wasn’t ugly and offensive to the eye but not so much that it wasn’t unoticable. It was sweet and shaped like a flower.
was there really a reason to go on and on like that?
to make it the best and funniest story ever
with no respect for reality or fact?
story of our relationship
Slowly dragging a blade across supple skin I pierce and carve, red flowing freely down the curves of her bones. A twirl and subtle flick finish the masterpiece set deep within her flesh and I grab a damp cloth from the bucket at my feet and wipe away the blood. Slowly a delicate rose is revealed upon her shoulder blade.
i want to paint you in gold. and make you features beam like the sun. and lie to you you lied to me. i am not exaggerating this is happening right now i can’t find my fingers or my toes, now my hands and feet are gone and i am losing it. times up.
Bring it to life, bring it forth with even more life than it had when it was first born. Make it wild, give it zest, throw wide the doors, let in the light of a thousand suns. Traverse the deserts that span the worlds, smell the flowers that grow by starlight on the far side of the moon, make it rain tears for every lost chance.
It was a world where nothing was how it was meant to be. Nothing was its original. Everything had been changed or transformed, added onto in one way or another. The government couldn’t accept anything as it was, the citizens, the buildings, the technology. It all had to be “improved” upon.
Samantha liked to embellish the truth, and the stories were told were woven in fine gold gauze from the moment each thread danced their light choreography against her teeth. Each molar clacked out an adventure exaggerated from a time she wandered into the grocery store and couldn’t remember if she had come to buy milk and eggs. The new tale was all about how she met an egg sorcerer who bestowed her dairy powers.
all the details in her head
grew into something more as she lay in bed
until it was a different monster altogether
and she lay there, eye to eye with the beast
forever
Embellish. I walked to the front of the class to hand in my report on the word Embellish. I stayed up all night but the doesn’t mean that i looked up the word. it means that i procrastinated. I looked at my teachers disappointed face as he saw the blank page that i passed in. “Miss. Megan, would you please stay after class?” “Yes Sir.” I said quietly as i shuffled to my desk.
Seriously.. I don’t know what embellish means. Maybe I’ll look it up after this. In the meantime.. umm.. I’ll write about something that I think it means? No, I’ll write about how it makes me feel. It makes me think about food.. sorta.. or punishment. Punishment by food? I don’t know.
adorn. she stood. blankly. like a lily. in the summer breeze. neat. dandelion. with her lovely white dress. dancing in the wind. her eyes glazing. what is she thinking about? what does she see that I don’t?
I love embellish. Its a way to express yourself. Its a way to show who you are. You can use embellishments and not be afraid of what others think. embellish. embellish.
She was elegant; there was nothing else which could be said about her. She walked through the crowd and it was clear that everyone was looking at her. She had on the most beautiful gown of any woman in the room, her hair was a golden colour and it shone in the light.
A letter. Crafted by a girl who spent hours dreading this moment. Hands drifting past each other and eyes meeting eyes. Cheers numb her thoughts, as she pushes through the crowd. A letter, embellished with heartfelt drawing and decorated with painfully honest thoughts.
I tend to embellish a little in my head. I hear your voice, and it sounds meaner, quicker, more honest. I see your smile, and it blinds me. I feel your touch, and it’s everywhere, hotter and more electric than I remember it.
Embellish your clothing with jewels and rhinestones. Embellish your mind with thoughts and creativity. Embellish your life with wonderful people who enrich your mind and outlooks.
While trying to embellish the necklace he wanted for his girlfriend I couldn’t help but think of all the stories he would make up in his mind to tell her, so that she would fall for him, and especially in his bed. Oh, how men love to twirl with out minds and embellish their lies, just like jewelry.
There were more than four hundred thousand opportunities to embellish this story, but I overcame the temptation.
The sound of a sewing machine fills the room
Snip snip go the scissors
as an old pair of holey jeans meet there doom
A nip and a tuck
Maybe add a little sparkle and shine
One’s something old and worn
Now embellished into something new
He ran his fingertips over the small tea cozy, embellished with little jewels and small lace ruffles.
It was her favorite, stained and wrinkled.
It was beautiful.
He pocketed it and returned to the black-suited fish in the living room who were calling, bubbles clinging to their fishy lips.
He hated funerals.
Everyone embellishes,
so it’s fine if I do…
right?
just
a
little
white
lie
innocent as the acid
I swear I’ll never pour in your eyes
just
a
little
white
lie
who said darkness is bad,
when white is the color of the snow
that kills the grass
just
a
little
white
lie
harmless
that’s a lie
So it is so hard to belive that ghe little skirt could be so embelleshed but when i went to pick it up from the store i was proven wrong if there was fabric left un touched then something wasnt right it was way to
The scars embellished her skin
some beautiful artworks
others crude scratches of hatred
for herself
for me
for something left to feel
the truth embellished is still the truth only a little statelier, finer, perhaps more worthy of royalty. don’t lie, ever, they say. but they don’t know that lying is how people get close to one another, how people fabricate communal experiences, to pretend like we all know the meaning of love.
allow me to embellish on what it means to be great. –i laugh at the audacity of me to entertain mention of greatness as though i know—or think—-or am. guess it takes none of those things to recognize and acknowledge what is. known. thought. and realized.
The embellished shine
shone above
and below
like a never-ending cyclone
of colour and waves
On the box there was a rather large embellishment. It was beautiful and protruded just the right amount so that it wasn’t ugly and offensive to the eye but not so much that it wasn’t unoticable. It was sweet and shaped like a flower.
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Embellish means to make something beautiful. Love embellishes life!
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embellish
Whole truth, half truth, nothing but the truth…..or….embellish the truth? What makes the better story?
was there really a reason to go on and on like that?
to make it the best and funniest story ever
with no respect for reality or fact?
story of our relationship
Slowly dragging a blade across supple skin I pierce and carve, red flowing freely down the curves of her bones. A twirl and subtle flick finish the masterpiece set deep within her flesh and I grab a damp cloth from the bucket at my feet and wipe away the blood. Slowly a delicate rose is revealed upon her shoulder blade.
i want to paint you in gold. and make you features beam like the sun. and lie to you you lied to me. i am not exaggerating this is happening right now i can’t find my fingers or my toes, now my hands and feet are gone and i am losing it. times up.
Jake likes to embellish his stories about his car and his ability to fix anything.
Bring it to life, bring it forth with even more life than it had when it was first born. Make it wild, give it zest, throw wide the doors, let in the light of a thousand suns. Traverse the deserts that span the worlds, smell the flowers that grow by starlight on the far side of the moon, make it rain tears for every lost chance.
Embellish situations, not things. Find the silver lining. Life is what you make it and only you have the power to change it. Live for today.
It was a world where nothing was how it was meant to be. Nothing was its original. Everything had been changed or transformed, added onto in one way or another. The government couldn’t accept anything as it was, the citizens, the buildings, the technology. It all had to be “improved” upon.
Samantha liked to embellish the truth, and the stories were told were woven in fine gold gauze from the moment each thread danced their light choreography against her teeth. Each molar clacked out an adventure exaggerated from a time she wandered into the grocery store and couldn’t remember if she had come to buy milk and eggs. The new tale was all about how she met an egg sorcerer who bestowed her dairy powers.
all the details in her head
grew into something more as she lay in bed
until it was a different monster altogether
and she lay there, eye to eye with the beast
forever
embellish your spirit, your mind your heart and do something satisfying for others….pay it forward. Be nice with all.
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haha, I see where you’re going with this
you say you don’t mean to embellish
your arrogance? please seize to exist.
It’s so easy to embellish drama, but that almost always leads to complications.
Embellish. I walked to the front of the class to hand in my report on the word Embellish. I stayed up all night but the doesn’t mean that i looked up the word. it means that i procrastinated. I looked at my teachers disappointed face as he saw the blank page that i passed in. “Miss. Megan, would you please stay after class?” “Yes Sir.” I said quietly as i shuffled to my desk.
Seriously.. I don’t know what embellish means. Maybe I’ll look it up after this. In the meantime.. umm.. I’ll write about something that I think it means? No, I’ll write about how it makes me feel. It makes me think about food.. sorta.. or punishment. Punishment by food? I don’t know.
adorn. she stood. blankly. like a lily. in the summer breeze. neat. dandelion. with her lovely white dress. dancing in the wind. her eyes glazing. what is she thinking about? what does she see that I don’t?
I love embellish. Its a way to express yourself. Its a way to show who you are. You can use embellishments and not be afraid of what others think. embellish. embellish.
To make something more elaborate and add more things to it. Make it shine! Make it more special! Bigger/Better! Put more stuff on it! Whatever it is!
The dress sat in the corner, dusty and graying. Long ago it seemed someone had tried to embellish the sleeves, but now it looked mangled, forgotten…
She was elegant; there was nothing else which could be said about her. She walked through the crowd and it was clear that everyone was looking at her. She had on the most beautiful gown of any woman in the room, her hair was a golden colour and it shone in the light.
A letter. Crafted by a girl who spent hours dreading this moment. Hands drifting past each other and eyes meeting eyes. Cheers numb her thoughts, as she pushes through the crowd. A letter, embellished with heartfelt drawing and decorated with painfully honest thoughts.
I tend to embellish a little in my head. I hear your voice, and it sounds meaner, quicker, more honest. I see your smile, and it blinds me. I feel your touch, and it’s everywhere, hotter and more electric than I remember it.
Embellish your clothing with jewels and rhinestones. Embellish your mind with thoughts and creativity. Embellish your life with wonderful people who enrich your mind and outlooks.
While trying to embellish the necklace he wanted for his girlfriend I couldn’t help but think of all the stories he would make up in his mind to tell her, so that she would fall for him, and especially in his bed. Oh, how men love to twirl with out minds and embellish their lies, just like jewelry.