Comments on: fabric

By: Heather Who?

Heather Who? — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:57:58 +0000

Weave your fabric to your own style. Be who you want to be. Have no regrets. Live life to the fullest. Wear your emotions on your sleeve. Tell the people you love, that you love them. Never judge a book by its cover. This world is so full of evil things. It is your clay, mold it to what you want it to be, you are a tailor, an artist, a work of art. Peace Be With You.

By: Alex Crittenden

Alex Crittenden — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:45:14 +0000

soft, fabric, that your dry, cracking fingers catch on. Dirt-dried hands tightening my tie, buttoning my shirt, flipping my collar over to complete the effort – my hands rough, catch my the loops in the fabric of my tie, pulling them out

By: jessica

jessica — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:38:01 +0000

the fabric of our lives, what keeps us together, that's what they call it, right? the simple threads holding us beside each other...i don't know what happened to the pieces. why are we suddenly unraveling into separate pieces.

bring the needle and the thread and sew us back together again. keep us together.

please don't tear us apart.

By: mar

mar — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:29:06 +0000

Ooh fabric. I have fabric on my walls that you wont ever see again…I think I’ll turn the fabric into pillows. I like fabric. If I could make dresses with fabric I would. I have made a Halloween costume or two in my time. And this is by far my worst entry. I don’t like fabric anymore.

By: Erin

Erin — Wed, 21 May 2008 20:27:45 +0000

the fabric is soft, flowing about me like a currant in the ocean. I feel it wind around me, smothering me. Simple yet complete.

By: Miss Britt

Miss Britt — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:59:43 +0000

My mom keeps telling me she wants to cover her walls in burlap. And all I can think is "but burlap is so ITCHY."

I'm not sure why I am so concerned with whether her walls will be itchy or not. I can't remember the last time I rubbed up against a wall.

Wait. Yes I can. But that was a highschool dance. So it's different.

By: Nom De Plum

Nom De Plum — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:46:05 +0000

fabric
soft, yielding, covering
cutting, pliable
soft coldness on summer days, wrapping around me muffling sounds hiding under turning it into a cocoon. Maybe I'll come out different from when I began. Hiding, not hearing, escaping wrapped under it avoiding filtered sun.

By: MJ

MJ — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:38:22 +0000

Colorful, soft, clothing material. Or a word used to denote the ties that bind — as in ‘the fabric of our life’.

By: Andrew D

Andrew D — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:35:40 +0000

What the hell the word was fabric yesterday. This sucks I wanted a new cool word to keep me entertained today in English class. Boooooo, angry eyes. Well this sucks, yeah that’s about it.

By: yo

yo — Wed, 21 May 2008 19:30:25 +0000

the rip destroyed any hope of the dress being finished in time. It was a jagged tear, in the middle of the skirt. The blemish could not be covered up, say, by a bow or a piece of lace, without drawing even more attention to it. Cinderella stood suddenly and threw the garment into the fireplace,