I know many people with needle-phobia. and they are dreaded of a needle stuck into their vein as they get a shot. I’m not. I usually watch the fine needle slip under my skin to suck up my blood. I even find that interesting, to see some qutity of my blood without getting badly injured. What makes them afraid? i wonder. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy observing a surgical operation,though.
it pricks and pokes and ill never stop i love the rush the thrill the rock if i could com out to play no no man just another day if i may yes if i must it is the needle that i trust now mama hold your head up high because ill hold you up on my cloud in the sky now father father ill see you later you never needed me to find the cast the fare cast comes and run with rain and together well find the sun today
Grandmas sew with needle and thread. Needles are used to take blood. Shakil is scared of needles. Flower needles. Need-less. beatle. grammy and gaga are getting old. needles on a chalk board. needles in you head. ah yeah needles yeah. shooting up steroids yeah. jersey shore yeah. MVP. Nerdy fat ginger kids are the most fun to be around.
The needle pressed against my skin. The instant release of stress and worry kicked in. I had never felt so exhilerated before. Then, when all is said and done, all that remains is a piece of jewelry. I had never felt so beautiful and individual.
needles shooting feircely out of his arms. her sword didnt stop deflecting them until one hit her in the chest. hegasped. he didnt mean to. not again not like this. he didnt know his own strength. he ran again. the sirens in his rearview as he gunned it.
The noise had sucked out of the room. A vacuum. Her eyes widened and a lump built in her throat. As the fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, she wiped her clammy palms on her thighs. The nurse closed the door behind her.
The needle slowly breathed in a breath, the tip finally kissing the fresh air. It was ready to strike, this pointed thing and it did. You shrieked. This was the life of a metal needle.
She lifted the needle in her hand and slowly began to stitch her way through life. it was hard, it was tedious, it hurt sometimes. she stabbed her finger and it bled. but she couldn’t look back.
Finding a needle in a haystack is like finding a diamond at the bottom of a cracker jack box….not very likely. But completely worth it if that needle is your life’s goal. Why, because you never know, and wouldn’t you hate to know you had missed your chance just because of doubt?
There once was a girl that had a phobia of needles. She decided to embrace her fear and learn to sew, that night after she had faced her fear she had a dream that needles were being poked into her. Turns out she was asleep at an accupuncture appt.
a needle in a haystack is so very hard to find almost as hard as it is to find a decent human being at a party full of politicians. today is the day of my life where I write for no particular reason but to needle you needle me…needle the politicians who have needled us so much.
When I was six years old, my mother tried to teach me how to use a needle and thread. It was clear from the start that I was terrible at it. The thread slipped through my fingers, and once I managed to thread the needle, the needle was a different story. Instead of puncturing the fabric, it would almost always puncture my skin instead, so that I would be decorating with blood instead of thread.
When I was older I picked up the needle again, but I still couldn’t stitch anything together. Not even my life, which was breaking at the seams.
She fell into the pile of needles and screamed in pain as the embedded themselves deep within her skin. Someone grabbed her hair from behind and hoisted her up onto her feet. Crying, she began picking the needles out one by one.
you’re like a needle in my brain. always pricking into my mind. always sewing new thoughts into my head with steel thread so I can’t get them out. can’t cut the stitches of the feelings that you’ve created in me.
at times I want to stick a needle in to see how it feels. I am too strong for such a thing. Drugs will not make anything better even to forget about a previous year and it’s end
um needles? thats a bit random if you ask me. I was looking for something more fun. But needles are just painful and sharp, certainly the opposite. I got out of getting a needle yesterday actually, at my physical. Pretended I already got the shot I needed and wham, no needle. I Do not like needles tho.
needle through my heart the blood leaks slow if i had more passion it would gush but i can feel it draining ever so slowly drip drip dripping is this what i’ve come to what happened to my gumption what happened to my lust my bravado my ego i think my pride has thickened like plaque in my arteries that needle isnt enough i need an arrow.
the word is needle. i will write about a needle. a needle that can mend anything and patch up any hole. what if it could patch up my heart? what if it could bring us back together after we had been apart? i’d love a needle like that. capable of anything and wanting to do it.. if i could mend anything i would mean my heart.
It was under her skin, in her blood. There were no more barriers. He looked at her. His eyes were glassy. Soon, they closed. They would never be apart.
needles needles up and down the hall they are everywhere, i wake up and theyre in my skin, in my sink, women pushing them into my arms and hands. theyre not bad, not so bad. i used to scream but not i just look away, i dont even faint and i only cried once
a needle is sharp and pointy it can hurt if you prick yourself, but love hurts more. needles though can help you, they an mend your clothes, love can mend your heart as well. good. and. bad.
Take a needle to my finger.
A drop of blood surfaces.
Another poke.
The wound so small, no one notices.
It is unseen.
Another.
Deeper and sharper.
Relentless stabbing and jabbing.
It was just a needle.
The blood drew deeper, deeper, deeper.
Sharp. It plunged through her skin, and the crimson blood from the puncture wound pooled around the cool metal. She winced, leaning over to grab her thimble. She would forget it.
The needle ran through her arm
injected the pain
she didn’t feel it
it took many a day
then she felt it
it hurt
it ran through her veins
she screamed and she cried
but she had to wait
pins. sharp objects. cut. cut you. cut myself. sickness. i live for sickness, i live for wisdom, i live for pain that gives me love. plunging into a sea of needles, all sharp pricking my skin, my blood rains out and showers the dirt off of these guilty people.
A needle used to sew the fabric worn by those that commit all the atrocities in our world. A single needle that put together the flag that waves over the burnt and scorched ground of war, where a new country is born. A needle used by the addict to take his mind away from the life that he lives alone.
needles in the hay are hard to find mostly because haystacks are very large and have a lot of needle like fibers and one little needle could be lost anywhere within the hay. also, having more than one haystack and only one needle somewhere within those multiple haystacks would make it tremendously difficult to find the needle.
This word doesn’t taste good. It’s weird to say, sort of because it implies imminent pain, like with drugs and pin pricks and injections and heroin. “Thirteen” is a stupid movie and completely typical, although Evan Rachel Wood and Holly Hunter did a great job with their not-very-richly written roles.
very sharp. just went through my nose. it hurt a lot more than the first time. however, i’m still gonna do it again. im glad it was sterilized because i dont wanna get sick. that would really suck. ugh bitch tits it really hurt this time. eff egg egg egg what the beeep
I stared at the needle on the counter, knowing I didn’t have the guts to pick it up, to do anything with it. I’d never be able to follow my mother’s footsteps. Ever.
he needled me , teasing and annoying me till i couldnt take any more of it. i reacted with fury, yelling at his complacent smile, wanting to wipe it off his complacent face. but nothing i coudl produce had any effect. somehow, his answers to my anger were more fuel, provoking and infuriating me. eventually, i just walked away. i couldnt win with someone like that. but worse, i coudlnt forget him, either. the next day, i was back, looking for that needle, looking for a victory that would never be mine.
I know many people with needle-phobia. and they are dreaded of a needle stuck into their vein as they get a shot. I’m not. I usually watch the fine needle slip under my skin to suck up my blood. I even find that interesting, to see some qutity of my blood without getting badly injured. What makes them afraid? i wonder. I certainly wouldn’t enjoy observing a surgical operation,though.
it pricks and pokes and ill never stop i love the rush the thrill the rock if i could com out to play no no man just another day if i may yes if i must it is the needle that i trust now mama hold your head up high because ill hold you up on my cloud in the sky now father father ill see you later you never needed me to find the cast the fare cast comes and run with rain and together well find the sun today
Grandmas sew with needle and thread. Needles are used to take blood. Shakil is scared of needles. Flower needles. Need-less. beatle. grammy and gaga are getting old. needles on a chalk board. needles in you head. ah yeah needles yeah. shooting up steroids yeah. jersey shore yeah. MVP. Nerdy fat ginger kids are the most fun to be around.
The needle pressed against my skin. The instant release of stress and worry kicked in. I had never felt so exhilerated before. Then, when all is said and done, all that remains is a piece of jewelry. I had never felt so beautiful and individual.
your words pierce my heart like a needle pierces thread.
needles shooting feircely out of his arms. her sword didnt stop deflecting them until one hit her in the chest. hegasped. he didnt mean to. not again not like this. he didnt know his own strength. he ran again. the sirens in his rearview as he gunned it.
The noise had sucked out of the room. A vacuum. Her eyes widened and a lump built in her throat. As the fight-or-flight instinct kicked in, she wiped her clammy palms on her thighs. The nurse closed the door behind her.
The needle slowly breathed in a breath, the tip finally kissing the fresh air. It was ready to strike, this pointed thing and it did. You shrieked. This was the life of a metal needle.
She lifted the needle in her hand and slowly began to stitch her way through life. it was hard, it was tedious, it hurt sometimes. she stabbed her finger and it bled. but she couldn’t look back.
Finding a needle in a haystack is like finding a diamond at the bottom of a cracker jack box….not very likely. But completely worth it if that needle is your life’s goal. Why, because you never know, and wouldn’t you hate to know you had missed your chance just because of doubt?
It can stitch up your baby blanket; it can prick you finger. Create love; cause pain.
There once was a girl that had a phobia of needles. She decided to embrace her fear and learn to sew, that night after she had faced her fear she had a dream that needles were being poked into her. Turns out she was asleep at an accupuncture appt.
a needle in a haystack is so very hard to find almost as hard as it is to find a decent human being at a party full of politicians. today is the day of my life where I write for no particular reason but to needle you needle me…needle the politicians who have needled us so much.
I just keeping thinking what a pain you have become. Constantly needling me, non stop
When I was six years old, my mother tried to teach me how to use a needle and thread. It was clear from the start that I was terrible at it. The thread slipped through my fingers, and once I managed to thread the needle, the needle was a different story. Instead of puncturing the fabric, it would almost always puncture my skin instead, so that I would be decorating with blood instead of thread.
When I was older I picked up the needle again, but I still couldn’t stitch anything together. Not even my life, which was breaking at the seams.
She fell into the pile of needles and screamed in pain as the embedded themselves deep within her skin. Someone grabbed her hair from behind and hoisted her up onto her feet. Crying, she began picking the needles out one by one.
you’re like a needle in my brain. always pricking into my mind. always sewing new thoughts into my head with steel thread so I can’t get them out. can’t cut the stitches of the feelings that you’ve created in me.
The thinnest needles can poke so intensely at every single heart muscle, enough to make me want to tear apart my heart.
at times I want to stick a needle in to see how it feels. I am too strong for such a thing. Drugs will not make anything better even to forget about a previous year and it’s end
um needles? thats a bit random if you ask me. I was looking for something more fun. But needles are just painful and sharp, certainly the opposite. I got out of getting a needle yesterday actually, at my physical. Pretended I already got the shot I needed and wham, no needle. I Do not like needles tho.
needle through my heart the blood leaks slow if i had more passion it would gush but i can feel it draining ever so slowly drip drip dripping is this what i’ve come to what happened to my gumption what happened to my lust my bravado my ego i think my pride has thickened like plaque in my arteries that needle isnt enough i need an arrow.
the word is needle. i will write about a needle. a needle that can mend anything and patch up any hole. what if it could patch up my heart? what if it could bring us back together after we had been apart? i’d love a needle like that. capable of anything and wanting to do it.. if i could mend anything i would mean my heart.
It was under her skin, in her blood. There were no more barriers. He looked at her. His eyes were glassy. Soon, they closed. They would never be apart.
needles needles up and down the hall they are everywhere, i wake up and theyre in my skin, in my sink, women pushing them into my arms and hands. theyre not bad, not so bad. i used to scream but not i just look away, i dont even faint and i only cried once
a needle is sharp and pointy it can hurt if you prick yourself, but love hurts more. needles though can help you, they an mend your clothes, love can mend your heart as well. good. and. bad.
sharp pointy thing that helps you do thing and hurt your sister :) its sharp so it hurts NEEDLES!!!!!!!
Take a needle to my finger.
A drop of blood surfaces.
Another poke.
The wound so small, no one notices.
It is unseen.
Another.
Deeper and sharper.
Relentless stabbing and jabbing.
It was just a needle.
The blood drew deeper, deeper, deeper.
Sharp. It plunged through her skin, and the crimson blood from the puncture wound pooled around the cool metal. She winced, leaning over to grab her thimble. She would forget it.
The needle ran through her arm
injected the pain
she didn’t feel it
it took many a day
then she felt it
it hurt
it ran through her veins
she screamed and she cried
but she had to wait
Shit. Shit shit shit. This was gonna get bad REALLY quickly.
I knew everything had gone to shit when I saw the needle. He pulls it from a strap on his thigh, the liquid in it is bright orange.
pins. sharp objects. cut. cut you. cut myself. sickness. i live for sickness, i live for wisdom, i live for pain that gives me love. plunging into a sea of needles, all sharp pricking my skin, my blood rains out and showers the dirt off of these guilty people.
A needle used to sew the fabric worn by those that commit all the atrocities in our world. A single needle that put together the flag that waves over the burnt and scorched ground of war, where a new country is born. A needle used by the addict to take his mind away from the life that he lives alone.
Nobody likes needles. They’re horrible and painful. Strange things really. Capable of delivering great and terrible things.
“Why is this word coming up again?” He wondered. “Is this like a word of the day thing?” He mused to himself.
needles in the hay are hard to find mostly because haystacks are very large and have a lot of needle like fibers and one little needle could be lost anywhere within the hay. also, having more than one haystack and only one needle somewhere within those multiple haystacks would make it tremendously difficult to find the needle.
This word doesn’t taste good. It’s weird to say, sort of because it implies imminent pain, like with drugs and pin pricks and injections and heroin. “Thirteen” is a stupid movie and completely typical, although Evan Rachel Wood and Holly Hunter did a great job with their not-very-richly written roles.
very sharp. just went through my nose. it hurt a lot more than the first time. however, i’m still gonna do it again. im glad it was sterilized because i dont wanna get sick. that would really suck. ugh bitch tits it really hurt this time. eff egg egg egg what the beeep
I stared at the needle on the counter, knowing I didn’t have the guts to pick it up, to do anything with it. I’d never be able to follow my mother’s footsteps. Ever.
he needled me , teasing and annoying me till i couldnt take any more of it. i reacted with fury, yelling at his complacent smile, wanting to wipe it off his complacent face. but nothing i coudl produce had any effect. somehow, his answers to my anger were more fuel, provoking and infuriating me. eventually, i just walked away. i couldnt win with someone like that. but worse, i coudlnt forget him, either. the next day, i was back, looking for that needle, looking for a victory that would never be mine.
its like trying to find a needle in a haystack.