Only a stump remained of the tree. Located in the backyard of a beginning family who had had the tree removed due to the rot it was plagued by. It was completely hallowed in certain parts and was a very big danger. So the family had it removed on a Saturday. The stump looked lonely amongst all the healthy trees.
I pressed it closely against my chest as tears streamed down my face, soaking my pores.
I stood before her grave, with my head bent down against the pouring rain.
My fingers clenched her locket tightly; I knew I would never let go. My mother was dead, leaving only her locket and memories with me
The words cut off as the axe fell, the heavy steel slicing true and clean. Blood spurted warm and hot onto the snow, and another swing of the axe severed the tendons and let it fall into the basket below.
The crowd erupted into cheers, drowning out her scream of sorrow.
I hallowed out the middle of the buttered bread, cracked the egg carefully as to not spill a drop. Placing it into the middle of the whole. flip when golden brown. Serve with dipping toast. Toad in a hole…so damn tasty!
i do not know the meaning of this word. at first it appeared to be halloween, then hallow. then i thought about cheese. isnt it funny how one day you can be writing about your inner most feelings and the next you are writing about cheese?
I’ve been hallowed out.
Emptied to a bare naked shell.
Nothing of me remains,
or nothing of who I think I am.
Who am I anyway?
Who was I?
Can’t remember, can’t recall.
It’s been so long.
What am I? Who?
Did I ever even change at all?
Hallowed and holy is YOur name! YOu and You alone are to be worshipped. We bow down and fall at Your feet. You and only You are to be praised and served. There is no other above YOu. YOu are to be obeyed and honored. We praise
The church spoke in unison. They always did when they said the prayer, they never missed a beat. They poured their hearts and souls into those words that they spoke so often.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name…”
It was hallowed. I was afraid to step on it, it was so precious. I stopped right where I was and I looked up into the sky. I breathed in deeply and paused. Blinking I turned looked at my feet that had taken me this far. Thank you, I thought.
Nothing was hallowed anymore, or for that matter, now that Jensen thought about it, nothing ever really was. Shedding himself of this illusion or delusion, he smiled a little. But he had to admit it to himself, he felt a little lonely over the whole revelation.
You left me like someone leaves out a pumpkin after halloween, hallowed and unwanted. I wasn’t ready, couldn’t have ever been ready for such ache and pain that welcomed me with wide, thorn garnished arms.
She knocked on the log she sat on, knocking on wood. The tree was hallow, she could hear the sound resonate. She knocked again, a puzzled look on her face. It hid a secret compartment that held the note. “Go to where the river flows, unless you want your life ruined.”
Hallowed reminds me of hollowed. Sometimes I feel like a hollowed out girl with a hollowed out soul. I wonder if I’m really living this life. My passions are gone with the wind.
My hallowed out head. I can’t focus. I feel dizzy, light. My thoughts are mixed. I can’t form words as well as sentences. I can’t feel the things around me, but my hallowed out head.
The Lord’s prayer. We are all taught it as young children but what do the word’s really mean? “Hallowed be thy name…” Many young children have no way of knowing what these word’s mean. Heck, a lot of ADULTS don’t even know what they mean. However, we all say it without even knowing what they mean. How often do we do that? Say words without truly knowing the meaning?
hallowed reminds me of halloween which reminds me of black cats, pumpkins, witches, and candy, which reminds me of autumn, which reminds me of field hockey, which reminds me of high school…
“Hallowed be thy name and thou shalt see thy light beneath all this inglorious light,” the sacred man announced through the hall that reverberated around the space. This priest., he smiled as he saw his followers, blinded by what they called enlightenment and the priest amuses in this hallowed sight. People selling their souls
She walked through the gates and she knew that she had stepped onto hallowed ground. There were old headstones peaking up through vines, and moss draped gracefully from the trees.
Hallowed. My heart has been carved out and hallowed. nothing left to give. all i feel is numb i feel dumb for ever trusting you that you could be my one and only. I guess that’s just not how love works
The dirt under his finger nails were beautiful. I wanted to taste the filth, imperfection, the ugly, and in between. I wanted to be the gum under his shoes. I wanted to be wanted.
our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
to be honest, i didn’t even know what hallowed meant until I just looked it up in the dictionary. pretty sad considering I say the “our father” at least once a day.
I walked into that hallowed place and felt it all rush back to me. All of the weakness, the pain, the hurt–none of it mattered. I walked with a straight back and a fresh smile because they were done crawling inside my brain and ripping at my thoughts. This was me, and I stopped caring a long time ago. But today was when it would finally count.
Funny… I thought “Hallowed be thy name” but I was also picturing the Geddysburg address.
“…we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who have struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.”
It’s only been a few days, and yet my heart has changed for the worse.
When it started, it swelled with love. I loved her, and I still do. She made me happy, and I let her know.
Then I was suddenly ripped from my world. She was gone, without a trace.
At first it hurt. I ached from the inside out. It started with the dread; I felt it in my very core, but once I knew that my fears were true, the ache started.
I knew nothing would be the same. I wouldn’t be able to have her like I did before, and it caused the ache.
It started at the heart, and worked its way out. By the time the fifth day had come and gone, I had already cried until my head throbbed, and I couldn’t cry anymore. I slept until I had no choice but to get up. I watched my entire collection of kid’s movies three times over. I ate whatever I wanted, and stopped caring about how I looked.
I still feel it, though. Although my heart is now hallowed out, I still feel it in the corners of my body.
I used to worship him. He was as sacred to me as the saints are to Catholics, a hallowed object made to be revered and adored. I still wonder sometimes what changed.
Dogwood Manor was generally referred to as one of those places that was truly hallowed. Mark loved it. Whenever he invited people over, he could pull one of his lines about how honored he was to live in ‘these hallowed halls’ that made up his beautiful house. It was a war memorial, after all.
he holds a chain and metal incense, thin snakes of smoke gliding out from the inside. the chants of the choir are low and deep. panes of color hinder light so things are darker and time moves more slowly here.
She walked through the old house and looked at where things used to be. The old box-built TV sat there. The table, always with a full jar of lemon drops atop it, sat there. All these empty spaces…
Notre Dame football stadium is considered hallowed ground for college football due to their dominant form throughout the early to mid parts of the 20th century. Hallowed ground for baseball would be the old Yankee stadium.
“Justin!!!” I pounded frantically on the door, barely noticing the pain that shot through my palms. “Justin, don’t do this!” I listened. My heart felt as if it were trying to cut a hole in my chest and plummet to it’s death. I leaned my forehead against the door, willing my knees not to give out. All was silent. “Please?” I gasped, feeling tears form in my eyes. Suddenly the knob turned and an enraged Justin flung the door open with such force that I fell to the floor. “Why not?” He said, slamming the door closed as I got to my feet. “Why the hell not? No one cares about me Candi! My Dad’s in jail, my mom comes home drunk every night, and everyone at school either hates me or is terrified of me. I’ve got no family, no friends…” His eyes were so full of pain, regret, remorse. This boy had done one too many bad things…and had had one too many bad things done to him. I felt the tears escape from behind my eyes and drip down my face. “No one cares,” Justin said, and the way he said it, I knew he really believed it. “No one.” He picked up the gun that had been lying on his bed. I wanted to say something, say ‘no’, say ‘stop’ but I couldn’t. It was only when he had pointed it at his head and put his finger on the trigger that my voice returned.
“You’re wrong,” I said with conviction, staring him straight in the eye. “I will always care! Even if no one else in this entire world gives a damn about you, just know that I do! I love you Justin, and you know that! I care, even if I’m the only one that does.” He didn’t move. I felt as if I my insides had been scraped out…I was an empty shell. “You promised,” I sobbed, putting my face in my hands. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me, please…” I tried to look at him through my tears. Slowly, he relaxed his grip on the gun and let it fall to the floor. Reaching out, he pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry.”
After two months on his feet, the pilgrim stood in the doorway of the Cathederal, breathless and joyful. He blessed himself and dropped to his knees…….he was going to finish his journey this way……it was the only way……
Only a stump remained of the tree. Located in the backyard of a beginning family who had had the tree removed due to the rot it was plagued by. It was completely hallowed in certain parts and was a very big danger. So the family had it removed on a Saturday. The stump looked lonely amongst all the healthy trees.
Jake and Elwood Blues. I rest my case.
I pressed it closely against my chest as tears streamed down my face, soaking my pores.
I stood before her grave, with my head bent down against the pouring rain.
My fingers clenched her locket tightly; I knew I would never let go. My mother was dead, leaving only her locket and memories with me
“…hallowed be thy name, they kingdo-”
The words cut off as the axe fell, the heavy steel slicing true and clean. Blood spurted warm and hot onto the snow, and another swing of the axe severed the tendons and let it fall into the basket below.
The crowd erupted into cheers, drowning out her scream of sorrow.
the hallowed holes in my speech let me escape from what was really there in my head
slip away from the anger, the disgust, the disappointment that looking at you gave my heart
here you are again back in that pattern
I hallowed out the middle of the buttered bread, cracked the egg carefully as to not spill a drop. Placing it into the middle of the whole. flip when golden brown. Serve with dipping toast. Toad in a hole…so damn tasty!
i do not know the meaning of this word. at first it appeared to be halloween, then hallow. then i thought about cheese. isnt it funny how one day you can be writing about your inner most feelings and the next you are writing about cheese?
I’ve been hallowed out.
Emptied to a bare naked shell.
Nothing of me remains,
or nothing of who I think I am.
Who am I anyway?
Who was I?
Can’t remember, can’t recall.
It’s been so long.
What am I? Who?
Did I ever even change at all?
Hallowed and holy is YOur name! YOu and You alone are to be worshipped. We bow down and fall at Your feet. You and only You are to be praised and served. There is no other above YOu. YOu are to be obeyed and honored. We praise
The church spoke in unison. They always did when they said the prayer, they never missed a beat. They poured their hearts and souls into those words that they spoke so often.
“Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be Thy name…”
It was hallowed. I was afraid to step on it, it was so precious. I stopped right where I was and I looked up into the sky. I breathed in deeply and paused. Blinking I turned looked at my feet that had taken me this far. Thank you, I thought.
Nothing was hallowed anymore, or for that matter, now that Jensen thought about it, nothing ever really was. Shedding himself of this illusion or delusion, he smiled a little. But he had to admit it to himself, he felt a little lonely over the whole revelation.
You left me like someone leaves out a pumpkin after halloween, hallowed and unwanted. I wasn’t ready, couldn’t have ever been ready for such ache and pain that welcomed me with wide, thorn garnished arms.
She knocked on the log she sat on, knocking on wood. The tree was hallow, she could hear the sound resonate. She knocked again, a puzzled look on her face. It hid a secret compartment that held the note. “Go to where the river flows, unless you want your life ruined.”
Hallowed reminds me of hollowed. Sometimes I feel like a hollowed out girl with a hollowed out soul. I wonder if I’m really living this life. My passions are gone with the wind.
“These hallowed halls” they always said. Frankly, I couldn’t see it. Not until I had to leave. Then I saw it perfectly.
“This is hallowed ground, Tobias.”
“This is an empty lawn.”
“This isn’t just ANY empty lawn, Tobias. This. Is where we are going to get drunk tonight.”
“Astor you are already drunk, you can’t /get/ drunk anymore.”
“WATCH ME.”
“Come on, let’s just get you home before you hurt yourself.”
My hallowed out head. I can’t focus. I feel dizzy, light. My thoughts are mixed. I can’t form words as well as sentences. I can’t feel the things around me, but my hallowed out head.
gy
The Lord’s prayer. We are all taught it as young children but what do the word’s really mean? “Hallowed be thy name…” Many young children have no way of knowing what these word’s mean. Heck, a lot of ADULTS don’t even know what they mean. However, we all say it without even knowing what they mean. How often do we do that? Say words without truly knowing the meaning?
hallowed reminds me of halloween which reminds me of black cats, pumpkins, witches, and candy, which reminds me of autumn, which reminds me of field hockey, which reminds me of high school…
the hallowed bathroom
“Hallowed be thy name and thou shalt see thy light beneath all this inglorious light,” the sacred man announced through the hall that reverberated around the space. This priest., he smiled as he saw his followers, blinded by what they called enlightenment and the priest amuses in this hallowed sight. People selling their souls
She walked through the gates and she knew that she had stepped onto hallowed ground. There were old headstones peaking up through vines, and moss draped gracefully from the trees.
Hallowed. My heart has been carved out and hallowed. nothing left to give. all i feel is numb i feel dumb for ever trusting you that you could be my one and only. I guess that’s just not how love works
The dirt under his finger nails were beautiful. I wanted to taste the filth, imperfection, the ugly, and in between. I wanted to be the gum under his shoes. I wanted to be wanted.
our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
to be honest, i didn’t even know what hallowed meant until I just looked it up in the dictionary. pretty sad considering I say the “our father” at least once a day.
I walked into that hallowed place and felt it all rush back to me. All of the weakness, the pain, the hurt–none of it mattered. I walked with a straight back and a fresh smile because they were done crawling inside my brain and ripping at my thoughts. This was me, and I stopped caring a long time ago. But today was when it would finally count.
I was hallowed.
Until you corrupted me.
I was continuous.
Until you disrupted me.
I was me.
Until you destroyed me.
Hallowed
Funny… I thought “Hallowed be thy name” but I was also picturing the Geddysburg address.
“…we cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate, we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead who have struggled here have consecrated it far above our poor power to add or detract.”
It’s only been a few days, and yet my heart has changed for the worse.
When it started, it swelled with love. I loved her, and I still do. She made me happy, and I let her know.
Then I was suddenly ripped from my world. She was gone, without a trace.
At first it hurt. I ached from the inside out. It started with the dread; I felt it in my very core, but once I knew that my fears were true, the ache started.
I knew nothing would be the same. I wouldn’t be able to have her like I did before, and it caused the ache.
It started at the heart, and worked its way out. By the time the fifth day had come and gone, I had already cried until my head throbbed, and I couldn’t cry anymore. I slept until I had no choice but to get up. I watched my entire collection of kid’s movies three times over. I ate whatever I wanted, and stopped caring about how I looked.
I still feel it, though. Although my heart is now hallowed out, I still feel it in the corners of my body.
I used to worship him. He was as sacred to me as the saints are to Catholics, a hallowed object made to be revered and adored. I still wonder sometimes what changed.
Dogwood Manor was generally referred to as one of those places that was truly hallowed. Mark loved it. Whenever he invited people over, he could pull one of his lines about how honored he was to live in ‘these hallowed halls’ that made up his beautiful house. It was a war memorial, after all.
Hallowed means it is just that outline and there’s nothing inside of it.
he holds a chain and metal incense, thin snakes of smoke gliding out from the inside. the chants of the choir are low and deep. panes of color hinder light so things are darker and time moves more slowly here.
She walked through the old house and looked at where things used to be. The old box-built TV sat there. The table, always with a full jar of lemon drops atop it, sat there. All these empty spaces…
Notre Dame football stadium is considered hallowed ground for college football due to their dominant form throughout the early to mid parts of the 20th century. Hallowed ground for baseball would be the old Yankee stadium.
Hallowed by thy name…. To make holy… Holy is the name.
“Justin!!!” I pounded frantically on the door, barely noticing the pain that shot through my palms. “Justin, don’t do this!” I listened. My heart felt as if it were trying to cut a hole in my chest and plummet to it’s death. I leaned my forehead against the door, willing my knees not to give out. All was silent. “Please?” I gasped, feeling tears form in my eyes. Suddenly the knob turned and an enraged Justin flung the door open with such force that I fell to the floor. “Why not?” He said, slamming the door closed as I got to my feet. “Why the hell not? No one cares about me Candi! My Dad’s in jail, my mom comes home drunk every night, and everyone at school either hates me or is terrified of me. I’ve got no family, no friends…” His eyes were so full of pain, regret, remorse. This boy had done one too many bad things…and had had one too many bad things done to him. I felt the tears escape from behind my eyes and drip down my face. “No one cares,” Justin said, and the way he said it, I knew he really believed it. “No one.” He picked up the gun that had been lying on his bed. I wanted to say something, say ‘no’, say ‘stop’ but I couldn’t. It was only when he had pointed it at his head and put his finger on the trigger that my voice returned.
“You’re wrong,” I said with conviction, staring him straight in the eye. “I will always care! Even if no one else in this entire world gives a damn about you, just know that I do! I love you Justin, and you know that! I care, even if I’m the only one that does.” He didn’t move. I felt as if I my insides had been scraped out…I was an empty shell. “You promised,” I sobbed, putting my face in my hands. “You promised you wouldn’t hurt me! Please don’t hurt me, please…” I tried to look at him through my tears. Slowly, he relaxed his grip on the gun and let it fall to the floor. Reaching out, he pulled me to him and hugged me tightly. “I’m sorry.”
After two months on his feet, the pilgrim stood in the doorway of the Cathederal, breathless and joyful. He blessed himself and dropped to his knees…….he was going to finish his journey this way……it was the only way……