one brick and board at a time
slowly we will build a new world
not for us
but for the ones after us
the ones we leave behind to enojy our spoils.
the children of children of children
whose names we will never know
build the world up friends
continue to reach for the sky
continue to reach furthur then the clouds
continue to build
one nail
one board at a time.
I thought of the thing on the finger first. I don’t know why. The rusty kind (the kind that fell on my foot at camp one year) has a lot more potential. Dangerous things are always more interesting. Of course.
i hadd a nail that i stepped on and it went through my foot and i didnt even notice. the nails in the carpet always rip my tights, so i always have holes in my feet that make runs through the whole leg… i rip my tights all the time, they only ever last me like a week and theyre so expensive they should make them better and unrippable so i can stop spending money
it automatically ocurred to me that it was the only way out. i left behind all of my inhibitions and screamed at the top of my lungs, as if giving myself the needed push to rip open the door. the nail of my index finger flew off and splinters of wood scattered.
My nails gripped the door. He looked at me in confusion, but I only smiled as i let go and fell into the ocean. The wind seem to blow through my hair, almost the same as his cries rang through my ears, but that didn’t last long.
you have nails on your feet and yours hands. They are hard and something to do with calcium. If you have low milk intake you have white marks on your cuticles. You chop your toenails with a nail clipper. They grow, i think theyre something to do woith dead skin cells.
Why must I keep getting the word ‘nail’? I can think of nothing to write but of its physical existence. I thought this would improve my writing skills but it is doing nothing but aggravating me.
My nails are too long, and I hate long nails. They bother me a lot. When my fingernails are long, dirt gets in them and it bothers me. When my toenails are long, it just bothers me, especially in the summer. :P
Nail? Fingernails or carpenter? Nail gun? You hit the nail on the head. Correct answer! It’s the item that holds dresser drawers and clubhouses together. Or it can be what runs down your back when we are alone and it is dark and rainy out. Or it could be you telling me that I am on the right track after all.
Her nails were painted a weird blue color, and she used said nails to scratch nervously at her arms as she waited for the train to arrive–the train that could very well change her life for good.
It was his nail. She could not stop staring at it. She tried looking at his face, but her eyes kept going back to that pinky nail. Long, longer than any of hers, white, and grimy. It was disgusting, yet intriguing.
“Are you listening to me?” she moved her eyes to meet his.
“Sorry, missed all that”
make sure when you build your house that you look for the hails with N S E W on the end and put them on the right side of the house when you secure the lumber
Whenever I try to nail down what I want, it seems to escape my reach. I don’t understand this, we spent a lifetime in search of something, but it really looks like that what we’re after is the journey.
The burden was thick in his eyes as he looked down at the nail that had penetrated his thigh. He looked up to the stars to find an answer to his disbelief.
The final nail in the coffin was that strange look you gave me when you said goodbye. It wasn’t a “Goodbye, can’t wait to see you again.” It was a look that said “Goodbye, forever.”
I hate those looks. But worse, I hate giving those looks. I’ve only had to give one of those nail in the coffin looks, and it’s been haunting me ever since.
hard piecing grey missile of power that binds and hugs tightly and will not ever want to let go. for men to show they have rhythm and ideas and vision if they care to assess the details they see the humble nail doing all the work long after they are gone. in the sands of time an idea springs forth – NAIL.
The way you spit out those words, it was as if you were hammering a nail deep into me with a gigantic hammer. It really hurts, you know? And now the nail remains like a splinter that refuses to leave.
The nail in the wood sits there for centuries. Rusty, old, painful. Or not. It has held up, good old fashion work holds up better than the quick fix of today. The fence is still there in the weather and sun standing representing the days gone by. The work and the hardships, but quality and pride.
I drove the nail into his head. It was over in two swings of the hammer and then it just kind popped through Darby’s skull and slid easily into his mushy, deranged brain matter.
she pressed her nail against the symbol.a lifesize image of superior man projected princess leia style from the belt in front of her.”hi,jess,”the image said,”if you are seeing this,then that means that i am dead,you have the three disks,and…..you probably are in a jam
nails don’t eat grass. do they? why would you ask that said the counseler. well, I don’t know… but you know who does? CHUCK NORRIS! And he’s my favorite cartoon character.
i scratch with my nails agaisnt the hard concrete wall trying as hard as I can to crawl towards the light but i fail again and again i try in vain, tears flowing and my screams echoing in the cold musty room i know i am going to die here but what else am i supposed to die but try to climb out of this shitty hole.
A nail. A rusty old nail that stuck out just a little too much; one centimeter too much. Why didn’t he look down before he stepped. It could have been prevented. No. Now he’s in the hospital getting a tetanus shot.
Nails hold up things from walls and hold things together, mostly wood. According to Christianity, Jesus was hanged from his hands and feet by nails to a wooden cross. Or finger nails, which are at the end of your fingers. Or toenails at the end of your toes.
The nail stuck out through the back of the splintered and weathered board. The rust was crusted upon the point as time continued it toll upon the jagged edge.
Someone struck that nail years past. Now carefully we avoid it so as not to be impaled by its rusty edge.
She was hungry and lone, under the sycamore tree – all dead and gone. Her eyes gleamed with tears, sickening cries of mangled despair echoing around the putrid forest. No more ever wood songs. She fought tooth and nail, and she lost.
I just got my nails painted last night. We went to this little manicure shop called nail place. It was nice because I could actually understand what the people were telling me to do. It was for my aunt’s wedding, which is less than two weeks away. It was her bachlorette party…even though there was no real hard partying or drinking.
one brick and board at a time
slowly we will build a new world
not for us
but for the ones after us
the ones we leave behind to enojy our spoils.
the children of children of children
whose names we will never know
build the world up friends
continue to reach for the sky
continue to reach furthur then the clouds
continue to build
one nail
one board at a time.
I thought of the thing on the finger first. I don’t know why. The rusty kind (the kind that fell on my foot at camp one year) has a lot more potential. Dangerous things are always more interesting. Of course.
This isn’t very surprising to me, but the first thing that popped into my head was this word being used in the sexual sense. Oh, it’s been too long.
i hadd a nail that i stepped on and it went through my foot and i didnt even notice. the nails in the carpet always rip my tights, so i always have holes in my feet that make runs through the whole leg… i rip my tights all the time, they only ever last me like a week and theyre so expensive they should make them better and unrippable so i can stop spending money
hammer, on my hand, cuticles, What I want to do to a girl at a party. girls break it all the time. big projects, wood, coffin, that’s all i got..
it automatically ocurred to me that it was the only way out. i left behind all of my inhibitions and screamed at the top of my lungs, as if giving myself the needed push to rip open the door. the nail of my index finger flew off and splinters of wood scattered.
Fishing past the dark depths of irony, scathed by the outlandish nail set here. I travel these open oceans searching for the one to be.
nails are fun to put through my eyelids. i like pain, do you? xxx
Broken, it dragged across Graeme’s chin as she stroked him with passion. “Ouch!” he said. “Take it, take it!” She replied.
My nails gripped the door. He looked at me in confusion, but I only smiled as i let go and fell into the ocean. The wind seem to blow through my hair, almost the same as his cries rang through my ears, but that didn’t last long.
you have nails on your feet and yours hands. They are hard and something to do with calcium. If you have low milk intake you have white marks on your cuticles. You chop your toenails with a nail clipper. They grow, i think theyre something to do woith dead skin cells.
Why must I keep getting the word ‘nail’? I can think of nothing to write but of its physical existence. I thought this would improve my writing skills but it is doing nothing but aggravating me.
My nails are too long, and I hate long nails. They bother me a lot. When my fingernails are long, dirt gets in them and it bothers me. When my toenails are long, it just bothers me, especially in the summer. :P
My nails are too long. It bothers me. I hate long nails. They bother me. Especially long toenails.
Nail? Fingernails or carpenter? Nail gun? You hit the nail on the head. Correct answer! It’s the item that holds dresser drawers and clubhouses together. Or it can be what runs down your back when we are alone and it is dark and rainy out. Or it could be you telling me that I am on the right track after all.
exuiste, rose, pink, human, love, esmalte, sine, glow, lon,g short, black, white, purple. hurt, clean dirty dirt, guys, femmes, hands, fingers, mall, shppping, bags, gloves, gloves, colours, Nails are everthing more sexy and delightfull
“I nailed it”, he said, was it an exam he was talking about? he looked too old for school, but he could still be a teenager. he hung up the phone.
Her nails were painted a weird blue color, and she used said nails to scratch nervously at her arms as she waited for the train to arrive–the train that could very well change her life for good.
It was his nail. She could not stop staring at it. She tried looking at his face, but her eyes kept going back to that pinky nail. Long, longer than any of hers, white, and grimy. It was disgusting, yet intriguing.
“Are you listening to me?” she moved her eyes to meet his.
“Sorry, missed all that”
make sure when you build your house that you look for the hails with N S E W on the end and put them on the right side of the house when you secure the lumber
Whenever I try to nail down what I want, it seems to escape my reach. I don’t understand this, we spent a lifetime in search of something, but it really looks like that what we’re after is the journey.
The burden was thick in his eyes as he looked down at the nail that had penetrated his thigh. He looked up to the stars to find an answer to his disbelief.
The final nail in the coffin was that strange look you gave me when you said goodbye. It wasn’t a “Goodbye, can’t wait to see you again.” It was a look that said “Goodbye, forever.”
I hate those looks. But worse, I hate giving those looks. I’ve only had to give one of those nail in the coffin looks, and it’s been haunting me ever since.
hard piecing grey missile of power that binds and hugs tightly and will not ever want to let go. for men to show they have rhythm and ideas and vision if they care to assess the details they see the humble nail doing all the work long after they are gone. in the sands of time an idea springs forth – NAIL.
The way you spit out those words, it was as if you were hammering a nail deep into me with a gigantic hammer. It really hurts, you know? And now the nail remains like a splinter that refuses to leave.
have you ever thought of it, how a nail can be a very mysterious thing sometimes? No I haven’t, have you ?
it sounds like snail,you put it into wood. It hurts when you step on it. its long and shiny when clean,silverish. useful, reminds me dad. very long.
The nail in the wood sits there for centuries. Rusty, old, painful. Or not. It has held up, good old fashion work holds up better than the quick fix of today. The fence is still there in the weather and sun standing representing the days gone by. The work and the hardships, but quality and pride.
Hammer. Thor. Thor, the mighty thunder god, slays a dragon, or something. With lightening. Can you kill something with thunder? Puzzling.
I drove the nail into his head. It was over in two swings of the hammer and then it just kind popped through Darby’s skull and slid easily into his mushy, deranged brain matter.
she pressed her nail against the symbol.a lifesize image of superior man projected princess leia style from the belt in front of her.”hi,jess,”the image said,”if you are seeing this,then that means that i am dead,you have the three disks,and…..you probably are in a jam
Nail file. Hammer nails. Nail scratch. Nails fight. Nails fix. Nail someone. Nail it on the head. Finger and Nail. Nail it all to hell.
nails don’t eat grass. do they? why would you ask that said the counseler. well, I don’t know… but you know who does? CHUCK NORRIS! And he’s my favorite cartoon character.
i scratch with my nails agaisnt the hard concrete wall trying as hard as I can to crawl towards the light but i fail again and again i try in vain, tears flowing and my screams echoing in the cold musty room i know i am going to die here but what else am i supposed to die but try to climb out of this shitty hole.
A nail. A rusty old nail that stuck out just a little too much; one centimeter too much. Why didn’t he look down before he stepped. It could have been prevented. No. Now he’s in the hospital getting a tetanus shot.
Nails hold up things from walls and hold things together, mostly wood. According to Christianity, Jesus was hanged from his hands and feet by nails to a wooden cross. Or finger nails, which are at the end of your fingers. Or toenails at the end of your toes.
The nail stuck out through the back of the splintered and weathered board. The rust was crusted upon the point as time continued it toll upon the jagged edge.
Someone struck that nail years past. Now carefully we avoid it so as not to be impaled by its rusty edge.
She was hungry and lone, under the sycamore tree – all dead and gone. Her eyes gleamed with tears, sickening cries of mangled despair echoing around the putrid forest. No more ever wood songs. She fought tooth and nail, and she lost.
I just got my nails painted last night. We went to this little manicure shop called nail place. It was nice because I could actually understand what the people were telling me to do. It was for my aunt’s wedding, which is less than two weeks away. It was her bachlorette party…even though there was no real hard partying or drinking.
i have one on each finger and one on each toe and cut them every week. I also have some in a jar in the shed. They are all different