The black is possibly the biggest, that terrible mask the plague doctors wore with the long beak full of herbs or vingar or some such to protect the doctors breathing, at least they knew that much. Fancy seeing that if you were feeling poorly………
His looks infest my soul, I can’t even breathe. He’s all I want but so bad for me. Like the dirt in my hair and the scars on my legs, he’ll never quite leave me. He’ll always be a part of my story.
this is like ya know zombies ‘n stuff or like in Egypt when all those frogs ‘n bugs ‘n junk came all out of where ever and got those dudes in Egypt. But real plagues are jive.
plague, i had this word yesterday when i found this site on stumbleupon.com! i wrote…
ring around the rosie
pockets full of posies
ashes ashes
we all fall down
we all fall down dead
black
thats what plague does
it spreads
it engulfs
it
kills….
Millions of people are dying and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. My best friend past only yesterday, and my parents are afraid that I’m next. What? I thought. How?
Plague is horrible. It infects hundreds, thousands, millions of people. It’s scary. Many people die before a cure comes out. These usually happen in Zombie Apocalypse movies. So cliche.
The plague of people outside my window was unnerving. What were they doing there; why were they covered in dirt with their clothes all tattered? That’s when I remembered what had been on the news that morning, what I hears without really listening. There was a mass infection turned virus going around the North Eastern United States. I live in Westchester, New York. I was in the center of it all. What was the result the new caster had mentioned? Oh yeah… zombies.
Bubonic plague. Black plague. The plague that caused the potato famine in Ireland. You’re a plague just like that. You’re destroying me and everything that I am like it’s your job. Like it’s what you were born to do. But you’re ending soon. I’ll make sure of it.
ĀK DIEVS! – KLIDZA VECENĪTE, SKRIEDMA PA BRUĢI AR SAVU slimo bērnu rokās. – Tas ir Mēris! Tas patiešām ir mēris! Mēs visi mirsism!
Viņa skrēja man pretī arvien ātrāk un ātrāk, es redzēju bērna pūžņojošās acis cieši veramies manī un sāku kligt.
I don’t really know what to write about this word. It makes me think of the bible story with Moses in it. I don’t really like biblical stuff though. It irritates me. God is such an asshole. “I am the only God, follow me, listen to my rules, blablablaaah….” And there are way too many rules. And am I the only one who thinks it’s weird that the symbol of Christianity is a torture device?
She had been plagued by nightmares ever since the day she found out who she truly was. James told her these nightmares would help her. They give her messages beyond whats seen at first. She was finally starting to understand. She had to fight for James, for her mother, for witches everywhere.
The death plague was a nasty one to handle, with sadness and hopefulness spreading throughout. This disease was caught by every soldier in the Vietnam war, and there was no way to try to escape it. This was becoming of our once great, and healthy nation, being that it is now just a steadfast way to dying. This is the depressing truth, and there’s nothing else to say about it other than, “I hope i can make it out alive.” There’s only hope to get us through it all…
It was in the dark ages when people cried out for help, for prayer, for anything to get them through this living Hell. Anything. But nothing was there as they saw their loved ones fade away into earthy stone.
A plague of thoughts: this one disdain, that one creeping; over here is disgust, and below that self-loathing. Each stakes out a part of my heart, claiming that it shall win in the end.
“Just leave me alone,” Erica whined to her younger brother Jeff. He was always trying to play with her friends and take her toys. He wasn’t just a little brother, he was a menace.
“Erica, don’t be like that,” her mother scolded. Her enlarged belly loomed out. “What are you going to do when we have the next baby?”
I gave up on the Bible when I was about six. It described such an angry petty God. The God I imagined was nothing like that. So I decided the writers didn’t know what they were talking about and continued to believe in what I considered to be a more enlightened and less hormonal omnipotent being.
Heat spread through him like a plague, his body was being carefully torn apart, his head was in agony, and o p e n i n g…….. “Six, wake up. We have work to do.” The Doctor’s voice brought him out of sleep mode.
plague is a though a disease but but it is most suitable word for the feeling one has after being heart broken cause it may feel the same….rotting inside. Spreading sorrows to others!
She asked me last night to tell her about my life and I don’t want to. I’m not proud of my past. I struggled, sure, and I am a better person because of it. I don’t understand why she wants to know. I’m not sure I have anything important to tell her, but I want her to know. I’m plagued by my past and it bothers me. I don’t want to worry about my past anymore.
Once there was a Plague in the town of Blacks. It killed anyone infected with it. There was one person who could heal someone that was infected, and her name was Never. Never was a very simple girl. She always did the right thing, got perfect grades, and looked beautiful. She had no idea she had the power to heal someone of the Plague, until one night, her lover, Damian, who had been infected for 3 months, was on the verge of dying. He laid in his bed cold and still. Never couldn’t bear to see him die, and so she gave him one last kiss in hopes to be infected herself, to die along with him.but with that kiss in the next week he became stronger, and finally returned to full health. She never became infected, she only grew stronger. And this my dear friends is the story of how she endures life, kissing every weak soul, and hating every second of it.
it hurts people. and it kills. and you know what else hurts people? love. love hurts. because what if someone doesn’t love you back? what if there’s a deadline on the relationship and he/she just won’t meet it? you get hurt. so i guess, long story short, love is a plague. i’m done.
it was everywhere. it was going around all over town. everyone keeps calling it the ‘plague that will never die’. Except the only ironic part was that everyone was dying. So I have no idea why it was called that, but either way it was terrible, and never ending.
It’s a plague. Hate. It’s devours, consumes, kills. It strikes without warning and turns relationships, friendships, civilisations upside down. It ruins everything. And we let it.
It was horrible. My mother and I laid flat underneath the oldsmobile that we’d just gotten out of. We couldn’t make it any further without rolling over dead bodies, and that wouldn’t seem right, especially not in the current conditions. The plague had taken effect on the entire city, and it was spreading quickly. We didn’t understand why we were immune to it yet, but this fact caused us to become wanted convicts. We had to hide. Had to run. I wondered how long we would go on like this. how long we COULD go on like this. It was more than two people could bare. I closed my eyes, shut out the world that was around me and thought back to before this all happened. My father was still with us and life seemed so perfect. If only I’d known then what I know now. “Anna! We have to go now!” My mother broke me out of my reverie and my hazel eyes fluttered open as I was tossed back into this cold, uncaring world.
I am plagued with some mental mix up. I have been using a substance for too long. The wrong chemicals are filling the wrong receptors and it’s a mixed up situation.
shitty metal band. Ants and bugs and stuff. So many bugs and zombies. im feeling a lot of zombies who are roaming around all the streets. wasps and stuff. Lots of flying bugs. Wrecked town full of insects and poisonous things.
A plague upon your house. That blight upon my street. You, with the grass that hasn’t been mowed in nearly a month. Trim your hedges! Where do you think you are, the outback? This is American Suburbia! You will trim the plants. You will plant brightly colored flowers. Paint that front door. Keep that mailbox pole painted. Conform!
You have to be kidding me the plague is you… Think about it, we made an island of floating garbage the size of Texas. Great… now I am going to be pissed off all day.
The black is possibly the biggest, that terrible mask the plague doctors wore with the long beak full of herbs or vingar or some such to protect the doctors breathing, at least they knew that much. Fancy seeing that if you were feeling poorly………
His looks infest my soul, I can’t even breathe. He’s all I want but so bad for me. Like the dirt in my hair and the scars on my legs, he’ll never quite leave me. He’ll always be a part of my story.
this is like ya know zombies ‘n stuff or like in Egypt when all those frogs ‘n bugs ‘n junk came all out of where ever and got those dudes in Egypt. But real plagues are jive.
PLAGUE
Placid
Languid
Abolishable
Gray
Ugly
Engulfs
Everyone will die…
Love spreads like a plauge infecting my body my mind my words. I see you you you and I’m not even trying to look for it. Love. It leaves me infected.
plague, i had this word yesterday when i found this site on stumbleupon.com! i wrote…
ring around the rosie
pockets full of posies
ashes ashes
we all fall down
we all fall down dead
black
thats what plague does
it spreads
it engulfs
it
kills….
Millions of people are dying and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. My best friend past only yesterday, and my parents are afraid that I’m next. What? I thought. How?
Plague is horrible. It infects hundreds, thousands, millions of people. It’s scary. Many people die before a cure comes out. These usually happen in Zombie Apocalypse movies. So cliche.
The plague of people outside my window was unnerving. What were they doing there; why were they covered in dirt with their clothes all tattered? That’s when I remembered what had been on the news that morning, what I hears without really listening. There was a mass infection turned virus going around the North Eastern United States. I live in Westchester, New York. I was in the center of it all. What was the result the new caster had mentioned? Oh yeah… zombies.
Bubonic plague. Black plague. The plague that caused the potato famine in Ireland. You’re a plague just like that. You’re destroying me and everything that I am like it’s your job. Like it’s what you were born to do. But you’re ending soon. I’ll make sure of it.
ĀK DIEVS! – KLIDZA VECENĪTE, SKRIEDMA PA BRUĢI AR SAVU slimo bērnu rokās. – Tas ir Mēris! Tas patiešām ir mēris! Mēs visi mirsism!
Viņa skrēja man pretī arvien ātrāk un ātrāk, es redzēju bērna pūžņojošās acis cieši veramies manī un sāku kligt.
I don’t really know what to write about this word. It makes me think of the bible story with Moses in it. I don’t really like biblical stuff though. It irritates me. God is such an asshole. “I am the only God, follow me, listen to my rules, blablablaaah….” And there are way too many rules. And am I the only one who thinks it’s weird that the symbol of Christianity is a torture device?
She had been plagued by nightmares ever since the day she found out who she truly was. James told her these nightmares would help her. They give her messages beyond whats seen at first. She was finally starting to understand. She had to fight for James, for her mother, for witches everywhere.
The death plague was a nasty one to handle, with sadness and hopefulness spreading throughout. This disease was caught by every soldier in the Vietnam war, and there was no way to try to escape it. This was becoming of our once great, and healthy nation, being that it is now just a steadfast way to dying. This is the depressing truth, and there’s nothing else to say about it other than, “I hope i can make it out alive.” There’s only hope to get us through it all…
It was in the dark ages when people cried out for help, for prayer, for anything to get them through this living Hell. Anything. But nothing was there as they saw their loved ones fade away into earthy stone.
A plague of thoughts: this one disdain, that one creeping; over here is disgust, and below that self-loathing. Each stakes out a part of my heart, claiming that it shall win in the end.
“Just leave me alone,” Erica whined to her younger brother Jeff. He was always trying to play with her friends and take her toys. He wasn’t just a little brother, he was a menace.
“Erica, don’t be like that,” her mother scolded. Her enlarged belly loomed out. “What are you going to do when we have the next baby?”
“Be overrun with a plague,” she grumbled.
Plague
I think “Bible”.
I gave up on the Bible when I was about six. It described such an angry petty God. The God I imagined was nothing like that. So I decided the writers didn’t know what they were talking about and continued to believe in what I considered to be a more enlightened and less hormonal omnipotent being.
Heat spread through him like a plague, his body was being carefully torn apart, his head was in agony, and o p e n i n g…….. “Six, wake up. We have work to do.” The Doctor’s voice brought him out of sleep mode.
plague is a though a disease but but it is most suitable word for the feeling one has after being heart broken cause it may feel the same….rotting inside. Spreading sorrows to others!
She asked me last night to tell her about my life and I don’t want to. I’m not proud of my past. I struggled, sure, and I am a better person because of it. I don’t understand why she wants to know. I’m not sure I have anything important to tell her, but I want her to know. I’m plagued by my past and it bothers me. I don’t want to worry about my past anymore.
Once there was a Plague in the town of Blacks. It killed anyone infected with it. There was one person who could heal someone that was infected, and her name was Never. Never was a very simple girl. She always did the right thing, got perfect grades, and looked beautiful. She had no idea she had the power to heal someone of the Plague, until one night, her lover, Damian, who had been infected for 3 months, was on the verge of dying. He laid in his bed cold and still. Never couldn’t bear to see him die, and so she gave him one last kiss in hopes to be infected herself, to die along with him.but with that kiss in the next week he became stronger, and finally returned to full health. She never became infected, she only grew stronger. And this my dear friends is the story of how she endures life, kissing every weak soul, and hating every second of it.
Something I have… Dont laugh Erm… Its spelled P.L..A.G.U.Who is telephone
sick money family Africa children ill disease contamination
it hurts people. and it kills. and you know what else hurts people? love. love hurts. because what if someone doesn’t love you back? what if there’s a deadline on the relationship and he/she just won’t meet it? you get hurt. so i guess, long story short, love is a plague. i’m done.
it was everywhere. it was going around all over town. everyone keeps calling it the ‘plague that will never die’. Except the only ironic part was that everyone was dying. So I have no idea why it was called that, but either way it was terrible, and never ending.
I kept my distance
after that final
kiss on the cheek
in his jeep
so gray
everything about him –
gray.
For the rest of my time
on this earth I knew
I’d avoid him like
the plague..
It’s a plague. Hate. It’s devours, consumes, kills. It strikes without warning and turns relationships, friendships, civilisations upside down. It ruins everything. And we let it.
fear and sickness flies death lonliness faith release lost medicine want
If I shaved m y skin to give to yours could you survive this day of blood clogging up veins?
I touch your tongue and bumps erupt, my fingers tasting everything
I run them over fellow humans
THey taste of decay, rust, sweat
I taste myself
I taste this human disease
Boils erupted from his skin. He wondered why he was chosen.
She eyed him with disgust and left. She couldn’t have foreseen that she’d fall victim to it too.
It was horrible. My mother and I laid flat underneath the oldsmobile that we’d just gotten out of. We couldn’t make it any further without rolling over dead bodies, and that wouldn’t seem right, especially not in the current conditions. The plague had taken effect on the entire city, and it was spreading quickly. We didn’t understand why we were immune to it yet, but this fact caused us to become wanted convicts. We had to hide. Had to run. I wondered how long we would go on like this. how long we COULD go on like this. It was more than two people could bare. I closed my eyes, shut out the world that was around me and thought back to before this all happened. My father was still with us and life seemed so perfect. If only I’d known then what I know now. “Anna! We have to go now!” My mother broke me out of my reverie and my hazel eyes fluttered open as I was tossed back into this cold, uncaring world.
Many have benn seen by human kind but one is still at large, capitalism its called, thats the plague of modern times.
I am plagued with some mental mix up. I have been using a substance for too long. The wrong chemicals are filling the wrong receptors and it’s a mixed up situation.
plague destroyed many lives in the world, it refers to a cruel disease that’s taking lives everyday and threathens people in poor countries.
i dont know what the hell it means, i think its about a disease or something bad so no idea.
shitty metal band. Ants and bugs and stuff. So many bugs and zombies. im feeling a lot of zombies who are roaming around all the streets. wasps and stuff. Lots of flying bugs. Wrecked town full of insects and poisonous things.
We need a new plague. There are too many humans.
A plague upon your house. That blight upon my street. You, with the grass that hasn’t been mowed in nearly a month. Trim your hedges! Where do you think you are, the outback? This is American Suburbia! You will trim the plants. You will plant brightly colored flowers. Paint that front door. Keep that mailbox pole painted. Conform!
You have to be kidding me the plague is you… Think about it, we made an island of floating garbage the size of Texas. Great… now I am going to be pissed off all day.