heel, no heal. heal the darkness inside your heart but opening up to the light. let the darkness go into the light and let the light replace the darkness inside. healing. then you will understand the beauty that is life.
heel, dog. a command. maybe it’s spelled differently … it’s a homonym. those lists of homonyms we uses to make at the cabin. heel as in part of the foot–quentin tarantino movies foot massages wanting to get a foot massage marina….
The drawer of my mother’s bedside table has a cream in it for heels and elbows. She applies it every night before bed. Her hands are always softer than mine. I tried it. The thick, white lotion spread across my fingers and dove into my skin.
Why do women wear such high heels? I know, for sexual attraction. Is it good for their body? No. Is it worth the money? No. Is it good for the floor which it walks on? No. Is it working? Definitely.
I turn on my heel and run. Far, far away. I don’t need this. Not at all. Slowly, steadily, but surely, I’d been falling for her. One day at a time, one smile at a time. And it’s grown into something I can’t control. But then I see this. This isn’t what I want to see. What I need to see. And it hurts. More than I could have imagined. So I turn on my heel and run. Far, far away.
I hobbled across the wooden floor. The tap of my shoes resonated in the hollow halls. My heels burned with the effort. Why do they expect women to be able to walk on knives? I never understood. I feel far from graceful. Far from elegant. I just want to go barefoot.
the heel is on the back of a humans foot. i always get blisters on my heels because of the soccer cleats that i wear. heel is a very funny word. When you tell a dog to heel they slow down and walk in pace with its owner. But, one must train them to do so first.
once upton a time i had two heels, but now I just have one. I fought in three wars with two heels. i lost one heel to a goddam ifd…it was painful, and i still feel my hell now and again. ghost pains i think tey call them. we were in a humbee, and the ifd went kaploom and my leg went with it.
the heel is apart of your foot. lt is also the part of a shoe. like high-heels, they suck, but they make you taller and help your legs look great. Heels are nice, sometimes. You always need a heel. Heel rhymes with peel
Higheels are girl’s best friend, but just topmodels can use them correctly. I will have to learn using them, if i want to become one. Otherwise people won’t believe me, I am one. My big goal is to reach the point they believe in me. That would be great.
Interesting – the first definition to spring to mind was a 1960s use of the word, meaning a man who somehow double-crossed his girlfriend. On a more mundane level, it’s a reminder to see a podiatrist!
the heel issomeone no one wants to be. however a heel is also something you need toobtain balance. dry heels are bad. heels of bread are also not good. who eats them?no one. is a heel really mostly the non wanted?
The heels are for women. Heels are awesome, they make you tall. Tall as sky! I adore sky. Sky is the most beautiful thing in my life. I talk fly in it always. Through sky I can talk with stars and moon. Moon is one of my best friends. He can understand anything I say.
heel. dogs heel to show their obedience? but do they actually heel because they know what it means? or because thats what they associate with that sound? they don’t know what anything means essentially, just what happens if they don’t obey the command.
I sat on my heel, my foot tucked under me, other leg stretched out, as I listened to the rain pounding against the window. It was midnight, black outside, and I could see nothing out the window.
It snapped off Lorelai’s shoe in the middle of the dance contest.
“Shoot,” she said. She knew she couldn’t stop dancing though, because if she left Rory alone, she would fall down. They had already been dancing for 20 hours.
“Dean,” she called, beckoning Rory’s boyfriend over. “Stand with her so she doesn’t fall down.”
the heel of my foot hit the pavement with a deplorable thunk. the metal shards of the construction site dug into the fleshy parts, tearing the skin and pulling through the muscle. the pain felt good, made me feel alive, as i threw the other high heel off of my foot.
The heel of his hands were both scraped badly from the fall. He jumped up but the next blow came and nothing was left but the pain. Her name in his mind got tangled up. He wondered how she was, but could not think of her name. Would he ever see her well again?
She pushed on her heel and started running. Her measured breath came in and out, flowing with regularity. She tried not to think of anything but the point in the distance, the horizon she had to reach, no matter what. She feared she would never reach it.
Thougtfully, as a child, I studied my foot and prodded around the rolls of fat to see how well they would squish. They were strange with the tiny little bones underneath them, the particularly solid ball at the back that wouldn’t squish no matter how hard I pressed.
I wonder why they chose the name soul, though. Heel and soul… Healing the soul?
She stubbed her heel against the steps leading out of the apartment, stumbled a little but regained balance, managing somehow not to drop the box full of her stuff. Moving house. Always a confusing time. She preferred to focus on the new beginning.
The sound of her stilettos against the pavement echoed in the night air. The fishnet was squeezing her legs uncomfortably, and if anything, made it harder for her to try to keep walking in a straight line.. She wobbled along the street and took another sip from the bottle of beer, and then she stumbled over to the right when her heel snapped from under her.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself while he took silent steps towards her, with his stiletto in hand.
“ah shit” I mumble under my breath, picking up the heel of the floor. Of course. Of course my brand new steve madden heels break on the very first night. I curse again under my breath as i run in my gown towards the bathroom. leaving a very confused date behind. I’ll call him tomorrow and apologise..
high heels. shoes. running from someone. feel of somenoe’s breath on your face. can you feel it? she throws the heels against his door. i don’t know. she whispered to him. heels are what will kill him. i can’t feel my feet.
What you tell a dog to do when you want it to stop.
The bottom of a woman’s shoe.
One of those words when you have to wonder if you spelled it correctly.
i like it when my heel is smooth and soft like when it’s been winter and i’ve been moisturising and wearing socks so that when I take my shoes off my heel is so nice and supple and i like to run my own hand over it and picture it in the hands of my lover who will caress my foot and wonder at the softness of my skin
Crap, my Archilles’ heel! I stepped right into that trap. My sister was across the room. She held the card and smirked triumphantly. My stupid mistake and her trump card, there was no escaping this doom.
at first i thought this was the word HEAL and i started gettin all emotional talkin about feelings! but then i was like omg! its not heal its heel! like the one on my foot.
Dumb me!
Achille’s tendon. I feel bad for that one dude with glasses on campus who everybody probably thinks he’s gay because the way he walks (his heels never touch the ground) but really his achille’s tendon is too short. I wonder if he’s jewish.
She ran. Ran so fast and hard and long that her girly shoes began to rub and blister her heels. Fright does that to you. Puts you in a position of frenzied retreat that means you possibly hurt yourself in a way that you’d never do under calmer circumstances.
heel, no heal. heal the darkness inside your heart but opening up to the light. let the darkness go into the light and let the light replace the darkness inside. healing. then you will understand the beauty that is life.
heel, dog. a command. maybe it’s spelled differently … it’s a homonym. those lists of homonyms we uses to make at the cabin. heel as in part of the foot–quentin tarantino movies foot massages wanting to get a foot massage marina….
The drawer of my mother’s bedside table has a cream in it for heels and elbows. She applies it every night before bed. Her hands are always softer than mine. I tried it. The thick, white lotion spread across my fingers and dove into my skin.
Why do women wear such high heels? I know, for sexual attraction. Is it good for their body? No. Is it worth the money? No. Is it good for the floor which it walks on? No. Is it working? Definitely.
I turn on my heel and run. Far, far away. I don’t need this. Not at all. Slowly, steadily, but surely, I’d been falling for her. One day at a time, one smile at a time. And it’s grown into something I can’t control. But then I see this. This isn’t what I want to see. What I need to see. And it hurts. More than I could have imagined. So I turn on my heel and run. Far, far away.
I hobbled across the wooden floor. The tap of my shoes resonated in the hollow halls. My heels burned with the effort. Why do they expect women to be able to walk on knives? I never understood. I feel far from graceful. Far from elegant. I just want to go barefoot.
the heel is on the back of a humans foot. i always get blisters on my heels because of the soccer cleats that i wear. heel is a very funny word. When you tell a dog to heel they slow down and walk in pace with its owner. But, one must train them to do so first.
i tripped and hurt my heel.it stung badly
once upton a time i had two heels, but now I just have one. I fought in three wars with two heels. i lost one heel to a goddam ifd…it was painful, and i still feel my hell now and again. ghost pains i think tey call them. we were in a humbee, and the ifd went kaploom and my leg went with it.
the heel is apart of your foot. lt is also the part of a shoe. like high-heels, they suck, but they make you taller and help your legs look great. Heels are nice, sometimes. You always need a heel. Heel rhymes with peel
Higheels are girl’s best friend, but just topmodels can use them correctly. I will have to learn using them, if i want to become one. Otherwise people won’t believe me, I am one. My big goal is to reach the point they believe in me. That would be great.
Interesting – the first definition to spring to mind was a 1960s use of the word, meaning a man who somehow double-crossed his girlfriend. On a more mundane level, it’s a reminder to see a podiatrist!
She stopped, lifting her foot like a dog with a thorn in its heel. What’s wrong? He asked. I don’t know, she responded. I just felt… I don’t know.
Well stop dallying, he bit. Let’s go.
the heel issomeone no one wants to be. however a heel is also something you need toobtain balance. dry heels are bad. heels of bread are also not good. who eats them?no one. is a heel really mostly the non wanted?
The heels are for women. Heels are awesome, they make you tall. Tall as sky! I adore sky. Sky is the most beautiful thing in my life. I talk fly in it always. Through sky I can talk with stars and moon. Moon is one of my best friends. He can understand anything I say.
heel. dogs heel to show their obedience? but do they actually heel because they know what it means? or because thats what they associate with that sound? they don’t know what anything means essentially, just what happens if they don’t obey the command.
I sat on my heel, my foot tucked under me, other leg stretched out, as I listened to the rain pounding against the window. It was midnight, black outside, and I could see nothing out the window.
Heel. a comman for dogs, mainly, but I hear that feet feel the same way as people about their heels: useful as heck!
It is for this reason that when Samson’s wife sliced up his heels, his one Achilles’, he died immediately.
It snapped off Lorelai’s shoe in the middle of the dance contest.
“Shoot,” she said. She knew she couldn’t stop dancing though, because if she left Rory alone, she would fall down. They had already been dancing for 20 hours.
“Dean,” she called, beckoning Rory’s boyfriend over. “Stand with her so she doesn’t fall down.”
the heel of my foot hit the pavement with a deplorable thunk. the metal shards of the construction site dug into the fleshy parts, tearing the skin and pulling through the muscle. the pain felt good, made me feel alive, as i threw the other high heel off of my foot.
The heel of his hands were both scraped badly from the fall. He jumped up but the next blow came and nothing was left but the pain. Her name in his mind got tangled up. He wondered how she was, but could not think of her name. Would he ever see her well again?
She pushed on her heel and started running. Her measured breath came in and out, flowing with regularity. She tried not to think of anything but the point in the distance, the horizon she had to reach, no matter what. She feared she would never reach it.
it seems that’s all we have left to be struck.
Our heel.
He’s struck us everywhere else.
If I strike him first,
then maybe I’ll be free.
achille’s heel. his downfall. a point of great fragility. also hurts if you break it. hard and callused. summer days. dirty… lots of washing.
the heel of the shoe is too spiked for her to walk gently without falling
too much altitude in the heel causes nose bleeds
and then there is the proverbial heel of a person who is not the person we think they are
Heel and soul. They go well together, don’t they?
Thougtfully, as a child, I studied my foot and prodded around the rolls of fat to see how well they would squish. They were strange with the tiny little bones underneath them, the particularly solid ball at the back that wouldn’t squish no matter how hard I pressed.
I wonder why they chose the name soul, though. Heel and soul… Healing the soul?
She stubbed her heel against the steps leading out of the apartment, stumbled a little but regained balance, managing somehow not to drop the box full of her stuff. Moving house. Always a confusing time. She preferred to focus on the new beginning.
The sound of her stilettos against the pavement echoed in the night air. The fishnet was squeezing her legs uncomfortably, and if anything, made it harder for her to try to keep walking in a straight line.. She wobbled along the street and took another sip from the bottle of beer, and then she stumbled over to the right when her heel snapped from under her.
He shook his head and chuckled to himself while he took silent steps towards her, with his stiletto in hand.
This was going to be too easy.
foot ya its on your foot roundish,hard ,skin ,f
“ah shit” I mumble under my breath, picking up the heel of the floor. Of course. Of course my brand new steve madden heels break on the very first night. I curse again under my breath as i run in my gown towards the bathroom. leaving a very confused date behind. I’ll call him tomorrow and apologise..
high heels. shoes. running from someone. feel of somenoe’s breath on your face. can you feel it? she throws the heels against his door. i don’t know. she whispered to him. heels are what will kill him. i can’t feel my feet.
What you tell a dog to do when you want it to stop.
The bottom of a woman’s shoe.
One of those words when you have to wonder if you spelled it correctly.
she smiled when she said it. he spat on her face. she laughed.
i think this is the beginning of a beautiful disaster, she told him
he told her to keep her day job
Far too many of the men I’ve known.
i like it when my heel is smooth and soft like when it’s been winter and i’ve been moisturising and wearing socks so that when I take my shoes off my heel is so nice and supple and i like to run my own hand over it and picture it in the hands of my lover who will caress my foot and wonder at the softness of my skin
Crap, my Archilles’ heel! I stepped right into that trap. My sister was across the room. She held the card and smirked triumphantly. My stupid mistake and her trump card, there was no escaping this doom.
Her heel snapped as she walked up the stairs. Not again she thought, taking a moment to
at first i thought this was the word HEAL and i started gettin all emotional talkin about feelings! but then i was like omg! its not heal its heel! like the one on my foot.
Dumb me!
Achille’s tendon. I feel bad for that one dude with glasses on campus who everybody probably thinks he’s gay because the way he walks (his heels never touch the ground) but really his achille’s tendon is too short. I wonder if he’s jewish.
She ran. Ran so fast and hard and long that her girly shoes began to rub and blister her heels. Fright does that to you. Puts you in a position of frenzied retreat that means you possibly hurt yourself in a way that you’d never do under calmer circumstances.