Icing is sweet, i remember back then when i was younger my grandma made a lot of cakes and my favorite thing about her baking was the icing, it was so sweet and fluffy. she would leave extra icing and every day i would sneak and get myself some more. i really wish i had some now… -sigh- :(
Well, I got the word icing again. I’m not supposed to think about what I’m writing, but I think, that in a way, I am. Simply by placing these words on this screen. Icing is an odd word. It’s not specifically describing something made of ice.
It’s so sweet. It makes life interesting. I miss it. I don’t know where my childhood has gone. I never really did like it. I think I want some now. No, I don’t. I bet it’s not even good for you.
icing goes on cake. Icing tastes good. icing comes in several flavors. Icing was invented by someone a long time ago. Icing is used in baking. Icing is also a term for making a drink cold…i think.
i Love icing.. Its better then frosting. Its fun, you can put it on most of anything, like cake, cookies, cupcakes anything. i love it.. one of my favorites.. and very injoya
licking that yummy topping on your cake at your sisters wedding while everyone else is dancing around and you are ready to go home because that icing made your tummy hurt… Ouchhh
Icing is wonderful. i wish that i could have it everyday. i the chocolate one is the best but i hate the strawberry ones. those just taste plain nasty. i like icing on my cake. like ice cream cake and stuff.
i love icing. i could eat it all day long. please dont put it in my soup or lasagna though. i think that would taste horrendous. im in the mood for some cake but without icing. i wonder if they sell goldfish flavored icing. i like goldfish. yum.
What had just happened was the fucking icing on the fucking cake. Bobby had never really cared for the events that unfolded in other people’s lives, but this wasn’t just some other person’s life. It was his own brother’s. He had just been fired when he came home to find his brother and roommate dead on the floor. Like I said, it was the fucking icing on the fucking cake.
Birthdays the homemade cake my dad would make for every birthday and he’d put toothpicks in it. I used to want the store bought cookie cake. I live the cakes he made
i love icing, chocolate cake has wonderful icings. but some icings are pretty gross. especially the hard ones on biscuits. those biscuits are like centuries old k.
Okay, slow. Go slowly and be precise. Very precise. Very very-
“Ay, whatcha doin’?” A body shoved me to the side, somehow twisting my arm at the same time. The icing drooped perfectly, except for this section where it spread around so spastically, it was as if the baker had a seizure.
I licked the icing off of the cupcake. The icing was absolutely delicious. Of course, my happiness only lasted a few seconds and then it was gone. Why did I eat that icing? Why does food always get the best of me? I hate myself more and more every day.
A big delicious bun, with that icing on it. You know the sort, the white icing that would rot your teeth out of your head if you had a second bun. The pasty is like eating the finger tip skin from Jesus’ right hand.
cream cheese icing is potentially the best thing that has ever happened to me especially when my grandma makes it and puts it on her carrot cake but without walnuts or from the port road bakery in whangamata. or on red velvet cake/cupcakes which NO ONE WILL FUCKING MAKE FOR ME but i will learn one day!! maybe for sophs birthday or georgias birthday which is so soon! it’s zanes birthday on thursday and i have no idea what to do. now i have a half thing weird thing with hasan can i still see him on sudnay? do i even want to? what are we going to do/talk about/will i feel guilty for doing it as its not his fault any of this happen and will this cement his feelings for me? I JUST DON’T KNOW
It was the icing on the cake-literally. Her dress had been dry cleaned and was hanging in the doorway, her shoes hand picked from thousands of choices and sitting beside her chair, her cake had been iced and decorated to perfection. But it still wasn’t right.
Icing goes on cake. As in the icing on the cake, it is that one thing that tops it all off and makes everything better. Icing is the final touch and it brings to mind finishing something with a lot of detail and work put into it.
What a long strange trip it’s been on Elmwood. The street workers are icing the streets. They’re carrying buckets of it. I’ve never seen so many buckets of the stuff. Then the ice would melt and flood the streets. After that the street workers would fill their buckets with it and empty the buckets all over themselves.
Icing is a daughter (or son) who is just so understanding and sweet. Icing is a husband who loves you more than you love him (or at least as much). Icing is parents who are not judgmental. Icing is inlaws who care for you like a daughter. Icing is having friends. Icing is yourself to be able to see the world with love.
scrape it off, scrape it off, as harsh as you want, scratch my skin, bare my insides, my rotten insides, dark and festering and mouldering under the innocent cover of candy, and I dare you to stay.
Some will say it’s sweet and rich yet airy and somehow oh-so good
And others may make their disdain of it known as they would
Maybe there’s no right and wrong, you either love icing or you don’t
This is a real crap poem, I have to say. I rather just have a delicious piece of cake. Oh, and a glass of milk would be good too.
the icing on the cake is pink and it tastes like every happy memory that I ever forgot. The icing on the cake is sweet and sticky and it gets everywhere, all over my mouth and in my hair, and it is just wonderful, I am so happy. The icing on the cake is that I’m here, and that’s a victory in itself, simply delicious.
I love icing. I love it’s sweetness and how i just lows off the cupcake and melts on my tongue. like an explosion of flavor; just like fireworks in the night sky. Oh icing, you give me chills when I think of you; of placing your sticky sweet goodness into my awaiting mouth mouth.
Icing… Well, it’s not my favorite thing in the world. Everyone says “it’s just the icing on the cake” meaning the best part.. Well I only like chocolate icing so… if it’s not chocolate icing i immediately think of something repulsive and horrible. So, the icing on the cake definitely isn’t the best part.
The cake is nearly done, and he is covered head to toe in all sorts of confectionery ingredients. His eyes dart around the dirtied kitchen, and he wonders in all of his thirteen years of living, if his dad would be proud of him for making the cake. “I miss you,” it reads in crooked blue icing.
My father loathed my taste for strawberries. It was never about the cost, and he and my mother loved the fact that I dug fruit so much more than candy. IT was because I always wanted a strawberry cake, which meant pink icing.
That was it. A short text message at eight-o-clock. And it was over. I could have lied. I could have avoided the question. I could have said, “Of course I am, silly!” I could have flipped it and asked him, “Well, what do you think?” But it all would have prolonged. Another day, another, week, another, month, how quickly they become years.
Its creamy, buttery, soft delicious. It tops off everything. It goes with saying or cake. Its great on desserts. And when you kiss it off his nose. Its like icing on the cake.
The sweetness of icing cannot compare to the moment her eyes met mine.The joy of fresh cake is just mediocre after that exact instant.Nothing will ever taste as sweet as that,not even the memories.
It covered the top of my cupcake like a fresh bed of snow in December. Thick and delicious. It used to be my favorite part when I was a child. Now that I’ve grown, my tastes have changed. And the cake is better than the icing.
Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I hate you, but I know for a fact that I still love you. Do you miss me at all? Is there anything you wish you could have said to me? You know i’m still here and you know that I’m not over you. How in the hell did you manage to just drop everything we had? Please tell me, i’m dying to know. How you managed to forget about me so quickly baffles me but I know that if you’re happy then I should let you be. I wish I could forget about us. I try and focus on all the negatives of our relationship to help myself get over you but my heart knows better. I felt something for you. I thought you felt something for me too, I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry I can’t lose feelings as fast as you but please, believe me. I am trying my hardest.
it looked good. it tasted good. all the swirls and the hills and tops like a van gogh painting, he followed the movements with his finger, scooping up the icing, he could feel the coldness on his fingers and he could taste the sweetness in his mouth.
The iscng on the cake reminded me of a boggy puddle where a cow might get her foot stuck. Word association led me to the first spoonful taken from a bowl of Jello – Mum always said it made a sound like a cow pulling its foot out of a bog. This led me to family dinners around the yellow formica table, the 1950s ‘leatherette’ seats cold under our bare legs. Those were the days.
Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I hate you, but I know for a fact that I still love you. How you managed to forget about me so quickly baffles me but I know that if you’re happy than I should let you be. Do you miss me at all? Is there anything you wish you could have said to me? You know i’m still here and you know that I’m not over you. How in the hell did you manage to just drop everything we had? Please tell me, i’m dying to know. I wish I could forget about. I try and focus on all the negatives of our relationship to help myself get over you but my heart knows better. I felt something for you. I thought you felt something for me too, I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry I can’t lose feelings as fast as you but please, believe me. I am trying my hardest.
Icing is sweet, i remember back then when i was younger my grandma made a lot of cakes and my favorite thing about her baking was the icing, it was so sweet and fluffy. she would leave extra icing and every day i would sneak and get myself some more. i really wish i had some now… -sigh- :(
Well, I got the word icing again. I’m not supposed to think about what I’m writing, but I think, that in a way, I am. Simply by placing these words on this screen. Icing is an odd word. It’s not specifically describing something made of ice.
It’s so sweet. It makes life interesting. I miss it. I don’t know where my childhood has gone. I never really did like it. I think I want some now. No, I don’t. I bet it’s not even good for you.
icing goes on cake. Icing tastes good. icing comes in several flavors. Icing was invented by someone a long time ago. Icing is used in baking. Icing is also a term for making a drink cold…i think.
i Love icing.. Its better then frosting. Its fun, you can put it on most of anything, like cake, cookies, cupcakes anything. i love it.. one of my favorites.. and very injoya
licking that yummy topping on your cake at your sisters wedding while everyone else is dancing around and you are ready to go home because that icing made your tummy hurt… Ouchhh
Makes birthday cake good to most. gross to me. too sweet and grainy. i prefer whipped cream.
Icing is wonderful. i wish that i could have it everyday. i the chocolate one is the best but i hate the strawberry ones. those just taste plain nasty. i like icing on my cake. like ice cream cake and stuff.
i love icing. i could eat it all day long. please dont put it in my soup or lasagna though. i think that would taste horrendous. im in the mood for some cake but without icing. i wonder if they sell goldfish flavored icing. i like goldfish. yum.
What had just happened was the fucking icing on the fucking cake. Bobby had never really cared for the events that unfolded in other people’s lives, but this wasn’t just some other person’s life. It was his own brother’s. He had just been fired when he came home to find his brother and roommate dead on the floor. Like I said, it was the fucking icing on the fucking cake.
Birthdays the homemade cake my dad would make for every birthday and he’d put toothpicks in it. I used to want the store bought cookie cake. I live the cakes he made
i love icing, chocolate cake has wonderful icings. but some icings are pretty gross. especially the hard ones on biscuits. those biscuits are like centuries old k.
i kiss you sweetly and the fact that you kiss back is good enough but when your hand twists into my hair it’s just icing on the cake.
He had never been fond of icing. It represented a luxury that was not available for him as a child.
Icing on the cake is not simply the last, but the best part, even if some feel the need to scrape it off and leave it for the birds.
Okay, slow. Go slowly and be precise. Very precise. Very very-
“Ay, whatcha doin’?” A body shoved me to the side, somehow twisting my arm at the same time. The icing drooped perfectly, except for this section where it spread around so spastically, it was as if the baker had a seizure.
I licked the icing off of the cupcake. The icing was absolutely delicious. Of course, my happiness only lasted a few seconds and then it was gone. Why did I eat that icing? Why does food always get the best of me? I hate myself more and more every day.
A big delicious bun, with that icing on it. You know the sort, the white icing that would rot your teeth out of your head if you had a second bun. The pasty is like eating the finger tip skin from Jesus’ right hand.
cream cheese icing is potentially the best thing that has ever happened to me especially when my grandma makes it and puts it on her carrot cake but without walnuts or from the port road bakery in whangamata. or on red velvet cake/cupcakes which NO ONE WILL FUCKING MAKE FOR ME but i will learn one day!! maybe for sophs birthday or georgias birthday which is so soon! it’s zanes birthday on thursday and i have no idea what to do. now i have a half thing weird thing with hasan can i still see him on sudnay? do i even want to? what are we going to do/talk about/will i feel guilty for doing it as its not his fault any of this happen and will this cement his feelings for me? I JUST DON’T KNOW
It was the icing on the cake-literally. Her dress had been dry cleaned and was hanging in the doorway, her shoes hand picked from thousands of choices and sitting beside her chair, her cake had been iced and decorated to perfection. But it still wasn’t right.
Icing goes on cake. As in the icing on the cake, it is that one thing that tops it all off and makes everything better. Icing is the final touch and it brings to mind finishing something with a lot of detail and work put into it.
What a long strange trip it’s been on Elmwood. The street workers are icing the streets. They’re carrying buckets of it. I’ve never seen so many buckets of the stuff. Then the ice would melt and flood the streets. After that the street workers would fill their buckets with it and empty the buckets all over themselves.
Icing is a daughter (or son) who is just so understanding and sweet. Icing is a husband who loves you more than you love him (or at least as much). Icing is parents who are not judgmental. Icing is inlaws who care for you like a daughter. Icing is having friends. Icing is yourself to be able to see the world with love.
scrape it off, scrape it off, as harsh as you want, scratch my skin, bare my insides, my rotten insides, dark and festering and mouldering under the innocent cover of candy, and I dare you to stay.
Some will say it’s sweet and rich yet airy and somehow oh-so good
And others may make their disdain of it known as they would
Maybe there’s no right and wrong, you either love icing or you don’t
This is a real crap poem, I have to say. I rather just have a delicious piece of cake. Oh, and a glass of milk would be good too.
the icing on the cake is pink and it tastes like every happy memory that I ever forgot. The icing on the cake is sweet and sticky and it gets everywhere, all over my mouth and in my hair, and it is just wonderful, I am so happy. The icing on the cake is that I’m here, and that’s a victory in itself, simply delicious.
I love icing. I love it’s sweetness and how i just lows off the cupcake and melts on my tongue. like an explosion of flavor; just like fireworks in the night sky. Oh icing, you give me chills when I think of you; of placing your sticky sweet goodness into my awaiting mouth mouth.
Icing… Well, it’s not my favorite thing in the world. Everyone says “it’s just the icing on the cake” meaning the best part.. Well I only like chocolate icing so… if it’s not chocolate icing i immediately think of something repulsive and horrible. So, the icing on the cake definitely isn’t the best part.
The cake is nearly done, and he is covered head to toe in all sorts of confectionery ingredients. His eyes dart around the dirtied kitchen, and he wonders in all of his thirteen years of living, if his dad would be proud of him for making the cake. “I miss you,” it reads in crooked blue icing.
My father loathed my taste for strawberries. It was never about the cost, and he and my mother loved the fact that I dug fruit so much more than candy. IT was because I always wanted a strawberry cake, which meant pink icing.
ok
That was it. A short text message at eight-o-clock. And it was over. I could have lied. I could have avoided the question. I could have said, “Of course I am, silly!” I could have flipped it and asked him, “Well, what do you think?” But it all would have prolonged. Another day, another, week, another, month, how quickly they become years.
Its creamy, buttery, soft delicious. It tops off everything. It goes with saying or cake. Its great on desserts. And when you kiss it off his nose. Its like icing on the cake.
The sweetness of icing cannot compare to the moment her eyes met mine.The joy of fresh cake is just mediocre after that exact instant.Nothing will ever taste as sweet as that,not even the memories.
… on the cake, thats what this is. Icing on the cake andit’s damn gfood too. http://lifefamilymagic.wordpress.com/2012/07/23/life-capter-1/ You’ll see what I mean when you check it out for yourself.
And the cake’s pretty good too :)
It covered the top of my cupcake like a fresh bed of snow in December. Thick and delicious. It used to be my favorite part when I was a child. Now that I’ve grown, my tastes have changed. And the cake is better than the icing.
Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I hate you, but I know for a fact that I still love you. Do you miss me at all? Is there anything you wish you could have said to me? You know i’m still here and you know that I’m not over you. How in the hell did you manage to just drop everything we had? Please tell me, i’m dying to know. How you managed to forget about me so quickly baffles me but I know that if you’re happy then I should let you be. I wish I could forget about us. I try and focus on all the negatives of our relationship to help myself get over you but my heart knows better. I felt something for you. I thought you felt something for me too, I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry I can’t lose feelings as fast as you but please, believe me. I am trying my hardest.
it looked good. it tasted good. all the swirls and the hills and tops like a van gogh painting, he followed the movements with his finger, scooping up the icing, he could feel the coldness on his fingers and he could taste the sweetness in his mouth.
The iscng on the cake reminded me of a boggy puddle where a cow might get her foot stuck. Word association led me to the first spoonful taken from a bowl of Jello – Mum always said it made a sound like a cow pulling its foot out of a bog. This led me to family dinners around the yellow formica table, the 1950s ‘leatherette’ seats cold under our bare legs. Those were the days.
Sometimes I miss you. Sometimes I hate you, but I know for a fact that I still love you. How you managed to forget about me so quickly baffles me but I know that if you’re happy than I should let you be. Do you miss me at all? Is there anything you wish you could have said to me? You know i’m still here and you know that I’m not over you. How in the hell did you manage to just drop everything we had? Please tell me, i’m dying to know. I wish I could forget about. I try and focus on all the negatives of our relationship to help myself get over you but my heart knows better. I felt something for you. I thought you felt something for me too, I guess I was wrong. I’m sorry I can’t lose feelings as fast as you but please, believe me. I am trying my hardest.