i have a flood of emotions rushing through me always,
mainly right now i just want him to fuck off and leave me alone,
why can’t he just be an adult and understand the concept i explained to him
over and over again…
i told him,
“I’ll never want you, I’ve never wanted you, I’ll always want him,
i told you from the beginning I’ve wanted him this whole time…
why don’t you understand that?”
A flood can wipe out anything if you have enough water and I would imagine there’s always enough because of the earth is 80% H20. Not too mention global warming is helping to make some more. I would hate to drown but I wouldn’t mind washing away some of the demons in my world and I don’t mean just within me. There are a handful of people and corporations I wouldn’t miss. I wouldn’t shed a tear for. I would never think about again, if only they would go.
Everything rushed in, brushing past me in the chance of an escape. They could be free now, able to twist their ways out of my mind and into the comfort of peope’s attention, crawling from the darkest shadows to find the brightest eyes and reveal themselves to them. I felt lighter, easier, and more comfortable, my body lighter; free.
Thoughts flood my mind and my heart when the past suddenly hits me like a bag of bricks. I force myself to forget again, only to save me the pain of reliving it through the memories of it all. All I want is to forget.
Holding his breath, Chris swam like a demented penguin, holding on to his meagre bundle with his teeth and kicking as much as his tiny legs would allow. Anyone watching from the riverbank would have seen a squat, inept yet totally focused trail of frothing water chasing a remarkably unfit, overdressed doorman towards the sea.
It was going to take more than a mere flood to stop Chris getting that taxi for his clients and being the best damn doorman in all of christendom.
The memories came back in a flash, like there was nothing holding them there in the first place. Bright moments, one after the other and they tumbled and swirled until she was gasping and choking on nothing, trying to order them, arrange them like papers in a folder as they slipped away because those kind of analogies mean nothing to thoughts.
“Damn” The team surveyed the damage the flood had caused, none of them were green but this was the worst any of them had ever seen. Focusing back on the scene they rushed to help a drowning woman.
The flood of words was like watching a spurt of ink or oil splashing out of the prisoner’s mouth. He was flailing his arms, screeching, eyes bulging outward and threatening to erupt from his eroding sockets. I could see the outline of his jaw in his gaunt face, how it creaked when he talked.
“I’m an innocent man, and I will say that until I die in a ditch!” he screamed as the guards dragged him away from clawing at my new uniform.
Floods of memories wash into my brain as I remember the moments at Anchor, when I would be taking care of those stupid hermit crabs- and for what, for people to mistreat them? Why was I doing this? I wasn’t going to get the job.
the water crept through the holes in my heart and the useless dams that broke, broke under the stress and the fractures and the pain you left me;
the pain left unharbored and untended, seeping through delicate ducts and bones in pieces.
the water gushed through the holes in my heart and the fragile dams that broke, broke under the stress and the fractures and the pain you left me
the pain left unharbored and untended, seeping through delicate ducts and bones in pieces.
floods are devastating. I am so happy that I am not one of the unfortunate people who are affected by them. I appreciate how lucky I am, and for those of us who are like me, I hope you realize how lucky you are.
The ice water crashed through all the windows into the gallery. Peter flinched backwards as the flashing, shining water flew toward him like a hunter on a quest for blood.
Flooded, everywhere, filling every crack and crevice of my consciousness. Every inch of free thought I manage overcome by the same one thought, over and over and — alas, there you are again! Won’t you leave me alone, or do I want you to?
The water gushed into the door. Stephabella grabbed my hand I hers and we braced ourselves against the onslaught of freezing water. I tried to look at her one last time but I couldn’t.
That’s what the counselor called it. Flooding. It’s the term she used when my emotions would bubble up to the top and boil over as streams of tears. I couldn’t get my words out. I’d hold my breath, trying to control the onslaught of hurt and anguish. I would get so flooded with emotions from my pat that finding the present moment and calm was impossible.
A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear. My breathing is uneven but I try to stay quiet so they don’t come back. I study the wall and look at my body. It’s my blood on the walls.
The memories of the past came at me like a deathly flood. Instead of drowning me they carried me to higher ground. Now I can stand and watch the wretched images float by and out to the sea.
A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear.
All of my blood rushed into my heart all at once, like a hurricane rocking my body sideways and backwards. It flung my head into an empty space, leaving my love and fear to sit and fuck in this hell the flood made clean again.
Spiderwebs of ebbing light sparkled through the water, beaming between the flattop skyscrapers, antennae, and satellites. We swam among the rooftops, the regulator humming with bubbles bursting around our temples. Your tie lifted and floated around your face like a tentacle. We saw our reflection in the mirrored windows of the colossal buildings, like two strange fish.
The rain crashed onto the rocks. lightning flashed randomly in the otherwise eerily calm sky. it was going to flood. it was a fact that couldn’t be denied. She should go back to the village but there was something so exhilarating standing on that rocky ledge watching the storm roll in.
The only kind of flood I can think of right now is a flood of raging anger. Damn that final. Damn it to heck.
Oh that reminds me of my new saying. Do you know how many dams there are in the world? Do you know how many I give right now? Not a single one. I don’t give a single damn.
I didn’t know it could hurt so much. I’m the one that left him, and I thought he’d always love me. Now what do I do when I haven’t cried in months and I’m causing a flood on my bedroom floor. I miss him. I wish he missed me.
Flood. The floods that follow hurricanes. The floods that follow tsunamis. What’s the difference between a hurricane and a tsunami? Floods don’t seem so dangerous, but at the same time, seem ridiculously horrible.
The wall of water. The fear. Two things that should never be mixed together.
Then I saw her. She stood tall and strong against everything. I don’t know where she could’ve gotten such strength. But she stood, with her head held high as if there was nothing in the world that could move her.
When I saw that, when I saw her face, then I knew.
Strength isn’t on the outside, but on the inside and only when it is present on the inside, can it show so strongly on the outside.
All it takes is one secretive sideways glance from you and the emotions come flooding back. All it takes is that small glimmer of hope and I find myself falling endlessly into helplessness.
All it takes is a chance and happiness will overcome me. Won’t you please give me one?
The flood of memories assaulted her as she stepped into the store she promised herself she would never go to again. All her old friends were still there, working away like there was no future, because for them, there wasn’t. Just more of the same, boring, worn-out today.
With the rivers rising and the mud softening, the leaves dropping and the people running, she stood still. She stood in the midst of chaos absorbing everything. She silently laughed to herself about the hilarity of humankind. The distance between them and the natural world around them, how they fled away from everything they could not control. They cowered in fear and disgust from the forces of nature that surrounded them everywhere they went. They trod carefully on tip-toes through the earth’s clay with scrunched up faces; eyes squeezing shut and noses upturned because anything natural was horrific. They were unfamiliar with the world around them; only those man-made structures and concrete jungles interested them. The rest was too much. Too scary. Too…inexplicable.
A flood of emotions overtook him, whipping through his head like an entire ocean had been released into his system. Nothing else mattered but what he was feeling. This whole stupid deal was his fault. Marshall let his tears fall, knowing that he should have been stronger, that he could have been stronger.
And then her arms were around him, and it was she that pulled it in. It was always Kelsi who pulled the flood back in.
The torrents of tears never seem to stop. My heart aches and I feel as if my sadness is a tangible thing, something I can and will drown in. There is no one to toss me a life preserver and I am alone in this ocean, this flood of sadness and fear.
The big flood was spread over the world, and God was angry and His people had to pay. The flood took lives and animals from this world and live was refreshed again. Back to the beginning days.
Flood. A flood of words? A flood of words. Flooding. That’s what happened a while ago in my area, flooding. My friend was out of her house for a while. Lost everything in the flood. Many people lost everything, just not their lives. In the Bible they lost their lives. Funny one eh? Sin, die. If you believe in that. Flood. Just. Flood.
i have a flood of emotions rushing through me always,
mainly right now i just want him to fuck off and leave me alone,
why can’t he just be an adult and understand the concept i explained to him
over and over again…
i told him,
“I’ll never want you, I’ve never wanted you, I’ll always want him,
i told you from the beginning I’ve wanted him this whole time…
why don’t you understand that?”
do me a little
bleesd& riff
her noi hell
left with the ar
A flood can wipe out anything if you have enough water and I would imagine there’s always enough because of the earth is 80% H20. Not too mention global warming is helping to make some more. I would hate to drown but I wouldn’t mind washing away some of the demons in my world and I don’t mean just within me. There are a handful of people and corporations I wouldn’t miss. I wouldn’t shed a tear for. I would never think about again, if only they would go.
Flooded fury of foolish floozies fuels the fire that builds desire.
Everything rushed in, brushing past me in the chance of an escape. They could be free now, able to twist their ways out of my mind and into the comfort of peope’s attention, crawling from the darkest shadows to find the brightest eyes and reveal themselves to them. I felt lighter, easier, and more comfortable, my body lighter; free.
I was free.
Thoughts flood my mind and my heart when the past suddenly hits me like a bag of bricks. I force myself to forget again, only to save me the pain of reliving it through the memories of it all. All I want is to forget.
Holding his breath, Chris swam like a demented penguin, holding on to his meagre bundle with his teeth and kicking as much as his tiny legs would allow. Anyone watching from the riverbank would have seen a squat, inept yet totally focused trail of frothing water chasing a remarkably unfit, overdressed doorman towards the sea.
It was going to take more than a mere flood to stop Chris getting that taxi for his clients and being the best damn doorman in all of christendom.
The memories came back in a flash, like there was nothing holding them there in the first place. Bright moments, one after the other and they tumbled and swirled until she was gasping and choking on nothing, trying to order them, arrange them like papers in a folder as they slipped away because those kind of analogies mean nothing to thoughts.
“Damn” The team surveyed the damage the flood had caused, none of them were green but this was the worst any of them had ever seen. Focusing back on the scene they rushed to help a drowning woman.
The flood of words was like watching a spurt of ink or oil splashing out of the prisoner’s mouth. He was flailing his arms, screeching, eyes bulging outward and threatening to erupt from his eroding sockets. I could see the outline of his jaw in his gaunt face, how it creaked when he talked.
“I’m an innocent man, and I will say that until I die in a ditch!” he screamed as the guards dragged him away from clawing at my new uniform.
Floods of memories wash into my brain as I remember the moments at Anchor, when I would be taking care of those stupid hermit crabs- and for what, for people to mistreat them? Why was I doing this? I wasn’t going to get the job.
the water crept through the holes in my heart and the useless dams that broke, broke under the stress and the fractures and the pain you left me;
the pain left unharbored and untended, seeping through delicate ducts and bones in pieces.
the water gushed through the holes in my heart and the fragile dams that broke, broke under the stress and the fractures and the pain you left me
the pain left unharbored and untended, seeping through delicate ducts and bones in pieces.
floods are devastating. I am so happy that I am not one of the unfortunate people who are affected by them. I appreciate how lucky I am, and for those of us who are like me, I hope you realize how lucky you are.
The ice water crashed through all the windows into the gallery. Peter flinched backwards as the flashing, shining water flew toward him like a hunter on a quest for blood.
halo.
Flooded, everywhere, filling every crack and crevice of my consciousness. Every inch of free thought I manage overcome by the same one thought, over and over and — alas, there you are again! Won’t you leave me alone, or do I want you to?
The water gushed into the door. Stephabella grabbed my hand I hers and we braced ourselves against the onslaught of freezing water. I tried to look at her one last time but I couldn’t.
Flood
That’s what the counselor called it. Flooding. It’s the term she used when my emotions would bubble up to the top and boil over as streams of tears. I couldn’t get my words out. I’d hold my breath, trying to control the onslaught of hurt and anguish. I would get so flooded with emotions from my pat that finding the present moment and calm was impossible.
A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear. My breathing is uneven but I try to stay quiet so they don’t come back. I study the wall and look at my body. It’s my blood on the walls.
The memories of the past came at me like a deathly flood. Instead of drowning me they carried me to higher ground. Now I can stand and watch the wretched images float by and out to the sea.
A flood of tears flows out of my eyes and I can’t see a thing. Blood covers the walls and in that moment I finally understand the true definition for the word fear.
All of my blood rushed into my heart all at once, like a hurricane rocking my body sideways and backwards. It flung my head into an empty space, leaving my love and fear to sit and fuck in this hell the flood made clean again.
Spiderwebs of ebbing light sparkled through the water, beaming between the flattop skyscrapers, antennae, and satellites. We swam among the rooftops, the regulator humming with bubbles bursting around our temples. Your tie lifted and floated around your face like a tentacle. We saw our reflection in the mirrored windows of the colossal buildings, like two strange fish.
The rain crashed onto the rocks. lightning flashed randomly in the otherwise eerily calm sky. it was going to flood. it was a fact that couldn’t be denied. She should go back to the village but there was something so exhilarating standing on that rocky ledge watching the storm roll in.
There is a massive, deep blue, powerful flood passing through the North Shore open Road Valley in approximately 10 minutes!
The only kind of flood I can think of right now is a flood of raging anger. Damn that final. Damn it to heck.
Oh that reminds me of my new saying. Do you know how many dams there are in the world? Do you know how many I give right now? Not a single one. I don’t give a single damn.
I didn’t know it could hurt so much. I’m the one that left him, and I thought he’d always love me. Now what do I do when I haven’t cried in months and I’m causing a flood on my bedroom floor. I miss him. I wish he missed me.
Flood. The floods that follow hurricanes. The floods that follow tsunamis. What’s the difference between a hurricane and a tsunami? Floods don’t seem so dangerous, but at the same time, seem ridiculously horrible.
The flood that happens within me.
Red flowing everlasting…
but no- it will have its end.
Flood.
I saw it coming.
The wall of water. The fear. Two things that should never be mixed together.
Then I saw her. She stood tall and strong against everything. I don’t know where she could’ve gotten such strength. But she stood, with her head held high as if there was nothing in the world that could move her.
When I saw that, when I saw her face, then I knew.
Strength isn’t on the outside, but on the inside and only when it is present on the inside, can it show so strongly on the outside.
All it takes is one secretive sideways glance from you and the emotions come flooding back. All it takes is that small glimmer of hope and I find myself falling endlessly into helplessness.
All it takes is a chance and happiness will overcome me. Won’t you please give me one?
dock
My eyes were closed but I could feel her flood me with light. I am saturated by the constant and unnerving desire to kill her.
The flood of memories assaulted her as she stepped into the store she promised herself she would never go to again. All her old friends were still there, working away like there was no future, because for them, there wasn’t. Just more of the same, boring, worn-out today.
With the rivers rising and the mud softening, the leaves dropping and the people running, she stood still. She stood in the midst of chaos absorbing everything. She silently laughed to herself about the hilarity of humankind. The distance between them and the natural world around them, how they fled away from everything they could not control. They cowered in fear and disgust from the forces of nature that surrounded them everywhere they went. They trod carefully on tip-toes through the earth’s clay with scrunched up faces; eyes squeezing shut and noses upturned because anything natural was horrific. They were unfamiliar with the world around them; only those man-made structures and concrete jungles interested them. The rest was too much. Too scary. Too…inexplicable.
A flood of emotions overtook him, whipping through his head like an entire ocean had been released into his system. Nothing else mattered but what he was feeling. This whole stupid deal was his fault. Marshall let his tears fall, knowing that he should have been stronger, that he could have been stronger.
And then her arms were around him, and it was she that pulled it in. It was always Kelsi who pulled the flood back in.
The torrents of tears never seem to stop. My heart aches and I feel as if my sadness is a tangible thing, something I can and will drown in. There is no one to toss me a life preserver and I am alone in this ocean, this flood of sadness and fear.
The big flood was spread over the world, and God was angry and His people had to pay. The flood took lives and animals from this world and live was refreshed again. Back to the beginning days.
Flood. A flood of words? A flood of words. Flooding. That’s what happened a while ago in my area, flooding. My friend was out of her house for a while. Lost everything in the flood. Many people lost everything, just not their lives. In the Bible they lost their lives. Funny one eh? Sin, die. If you believe in that. Flood. Just. Flood.