we each have our own individual plague cutting us down in different ways. Each day we face the massive plague of the masses at play, the plague of the hopeless assbackwards people following the wave. Plague of society is the plague of today.
locust. Biblical. The Pharoah in Exodous. Frogs, Killing of the first born. Its an interesting passage, there are things about God that i will never understand. This being one of them. What would God be if i understood him? Not God….
It could kill you, it could rid you of someone or something you truly hate. Is it a good thing, is it a terrible thing to be dreaded? So many memories, faded away now, al you can think of is… fatality. Death. But can it bring happiness as well?
“May the plague be upon you, and your children, and your children’s children!” spittle hit the terrified merchant’s face as Red spat the words.
The merchant’s knees were starting to give out, and a small bead of blood was forming near to where Red held the dirk to his throat.
“Take it, take it!” cried the merchant holding out the small figurine.
There was a plague of worries bombarding Jeff’s consciousness. He could barely look around his natural world without becoming unable to think clearly. Everything presented a different worry, a different concern. What was the point in living if everything was going to be a worry?
Plague. Ague coul be a plague of kinds too. vague. Hague. Does it
ever snow ther? There is a lot of ice here. I slipt an fell yesterd
It was a bit of a slip up for th w t h w
i already wrote about this word last night, not sure what time zone that oneword.com is on, but here i am again looking at this word that reminds me of something that theives oil from young living has used to fight germs.
So I was walking donw the street one day when a rat suddenly appeared out of no where and bit my ankle. I immditioly felt a swelling and hot sensation running through my bodfy, i kenw i had caought theplague. I didn’t know hwat to do, so I immeditly amputated my leg below the knee to keep the infected blood from spreading
The Thing that would plague me at that moment and there after was alighning my karmatic path with his. I’m not a purist but I try my best to remain still. To let my life be mine own and no one could change that.
something that could be bad. something that takes over the whole body. so it doesnt necessarily have to be bad i guess. someone could be someone elses plague. they could take over, take over who you are and change you completely. make you a different person and love differently. but it could also be bad like you know, being sick and dead people and such. like the black plague.
there’s a plague of words attacking the people. from a foreign carrier, they leap onto unsuspecting strangers. it makes them over analyze minute gestures, like glances and flickering eye contact. it kills the weak; sends them into a cold sweat of debilitating unrequited infatuation. they’re all better off quarantined…
Plagued by his own inhibitions, he huddled down into the covers, wanting to stay in that soft, warm place forever. Knowing he must overcome this, overcome himself, he forced himself to rise into the sunlight. He opened the window and greeted the morning.
its something you cant get rid of. it haunts you and beats you up from the inside and the outside. it makes you ugly. its in the past. its from hundreds of years ago but its got such a harsh meaning and its killed so many that everyone still knows about it
The plague fell upon the lands swiftly, leaving none untouched. Those fortunate enough to save it were haunted by the loss of their loved ones to the Black Death.
It’s the plague. Deadly. We still have it inside us. We cut off the snake’s head but its tail is still wriggling within our souls. We need to kill the plague. We need to defeat it. Revolution. Inner revolution.
Tick tick tick. Time taking away a breath at a time. Every moment could be our last. Living in fear; of ourselves, of death, of everything. Of the people we were becoming. Second by second. Tick tick tick.
her sadness swept down like a black plague
covering her
assaulting her
blinding her like
a merciless cloud of
winged creatures
her lids fluttered
she dropped slowly the flowers in her hand
and fell to the ground
Why do little girls turn goth? What is so fascinating about death and unhappiness that they feel the need to dress in black and talk about all the different ways to die? I mean, I guess I do that but I didn’t when I was 11. I was too busy being alive!
we each have our own individual plague cutting us down in different ways. Each day we face the massive plague of the masses at play, the plague of the hopeless assbackwards people following the wave. Plague of society is the plague of today.
Her face, the texture of tongue
rippled under the strip lights
the glare of pearl curtains
reflecting onto yellow eyes
The swoosh of the door
annouced biology’s messenger
trauma’s advocate
The sentence lengh
was a fly on the paper
worst was the full stop
now known, just waiting
to be written
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes.( fan mail or wot??)
There was a plague of women invading the wiz that he waz’s
consciousness
I thought of love as a virus for my next novel but didn’t consider love as a plague or turning into one. But it’s almost fitting.
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes.( fan mail or wot??)
locust. Biblical. The Pharoah in Exodous. Frogs, Killing of the first born. Its an interesting passage, there are things about God that i will never understand. This being one of them. What would God be if i understood him? Not God….
It could kill you, it could rid you of someone or something you truly hate. Is it a good thing, is it a terrible thing to be dreaded? So many memories, faded away now, al you can think of is… fatality. Death. But can it bring happiness as well?
“May the plague be upon you, and your children, and your children’s children!” spittle hit the terrified merchant’s face as Red spat the words.
The merchant’s knees were starting to give out, and a small bead of blood was forming near to where Red held the dirk to his throat.
“Take it, take it!” cried the merchant holding out the small figurine.
Post late again- got umpteen envelopes. fan mail or wot??
There was a plague of worries bombarding Jeff’s consciousness. He could barely look around his natural world without becoming unable to think clearly. Everything presented a different worry, a different concern. What was the point in living if everything was going to be a worry?
Plague. Ague coul be a plague of kinds too. vague. Hague. Does it
ever snow ther? There is a lot of ice here. I slipt an fell yesterd
It was a bit of a slip up for th w t h w
i already wrote about this word last night, not sure what time zone that oneword.com is on, but here i am again looking at this word that reminds me of something that theives oil from young living has used to fight germs.
So I was walking donw the street one day when a rat suddenly appeared out of no where and bit my ankle. I immditioly felt a swelling and hot sensation running through my bodfy, i kenw i had caought theplague. I didn’t know hwat to do, so I immeditly amputated my leg below the knee to keep the infected blood from spreading
The Thing that would plague me at that moment and there after was alighning my karmatic path with his. I’m not a purist but I try my best to remain still. To let my life be mine own and no one could change that.
i dont really know what that means, i think it’s a disease or something.
something that could be bad. something that takes over the whole body. so it doesnt necessarily have to be bad i guess. someone could be someone elses plague. they could take over, take over who you are and change you completely. make you a different person and love differently. but it could also be bad like you know, being sick and dead people and such. like the black plague.
there’s a plague of words attacking the people. from a foreign carrier, they leap onto unsuspecting strangers. it makes them over analyze minute gestures, like glances and flickering eye contact. it kills the weak; sends them into a cold sweat of debilitating unrequited infatuation. they’re all better off quarantined…
Plagued by his own inhibitions, he huddled down into the covers, wanting to stay in that soft, warm place forever. Knowing he must overcome this, overcome himself, he forced himself to rise into the sunlight. He opened the window and greeted the morning.
kills people… not a good thing.. rats cause it?
blubonic is one variety of plague… surat plague of 1990s..
its something you cant get rid of. it haunts you and beats you up from the inside and the outside. it makes you ugly. its in the past. its from hundreds of years ago but its got such a harsh meaning and its killed so many that everyone still knows about it
The plague fell upon the lands swiftly, leaving none untouched. Those fortunate enough to save it were haunted by the loss of their loved ones to the Black Death.
It’s the plague. Deadly. We still have it inside us. We cut off the snake’s head but its tail is still wriggling within our souls. We need to kill the plague. We need to defeat it. Revolution. Inner revolution.
Tick tick tick. Time taking away a breath at a time. Every moment could be our last. Living in fear; of ourselves, of death, of everything. Of the people we were becoming. Second by second. Tick tick tick.
her sadness swept down like a black plague
covering her
assaulting her
blinding her like
a merciless cloud of
winged creatures
her lids fluttered
she dropped slowly the flowers in her hand
and fell to the ground
I spied her sitting above
me high in her shiny SUV
she had shaken my hand
limp and I was not
impressed
yet still she now sat
furiously rubbing
antibacterial soap
between her palms
with a scowl on
her already scolwing face
as if I had the plague
or something.
Why do little girls turn goth? What is so fascinating about death and unhappiness that they feel the need to dress in black and talk about all the different ways to die? I mean, I guess I do that but I didn’t when I was 11. I was too busy being alive!