pour

June 16th, 2012 | 255 Entries

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255 Entries for “pour”

  1. Rain washing over us, rich and poor, fast and slow. Takes away the dreams of summer June gloom. A river coming down. But afterwards there will be green grass and wildflowers if we can just get through. Hold on…a little while longer.

  2. He watched the pouring rain from behind the warmth and comfort of his living room window.

    It was strange though. He didn’t *want* it. Didn’t want warmth and comfort.

    Some part of him wanted to be out in the rain. Letting it pour over him.

  3. She pours the tea from the kettle into the waiting cups carefully. She’s done this enough times to know how to do it without spilling the dark liquid inside of the cup.

  4. you pour out your feelings. you pour drinks. you pour cement. it’s pouring. it’s downpouring. the more i type pour, the less it looks like a real word. i pour my soul out through music, as do most people. pour pour is a homonym for poor….homonym? poor poor people. pour. pore. s’more. shore. door. roar. score. four. more. tour. your. nor.

    by Bree on 06.16.2012
  5. Pour your heart into my soul and watch the glow of a thousand beautiful lights.
    The face of happiness is the best part it is also the place for sadness.
    Do not despair.

    by Love Adetoye on 06.16.2012
  6. Sometimes I feel my emotions pour out too much. Other times this can be a positive attribute and allows me to empathise with people more easily. Sometimes there’s too much to pour and it floods out.

    by Bellatrixa on 06.16.2012
  7. I’d let you pour my thoughts into a cup and drink it all up. It’s too much for me to handle, but I want you to know everything, realize every single thing I’ve gone through. Consume me like I’m not a part of this world anymore. It’ll be your last memory of me.

    by AmyAmy on 06.16.2012
  8. The sound of something pouring into a glass, something loud and there was a lot of it. Tobi opened her eyes slightly but closed them immediately and turned hard away from the sunlight coming in through the blinds. Law stood beside her, casting a shadow over her middle as he poured a mixture of fruit juice and some thick, red liquid into a tall glass.

    He looked down at her for a moment and his lips twitched a little when she grumbled for him to leave, and he set the full glass down on the bedside table.

    “Tobi,” he started. “you’re going to have to sit up and drink this to feel any better.”

    She didn’t answer him, just grumbled even more and pulled the covers up over her head, wishing he’d leave.

    Now Law rounded the end of the bed and bent over to pull the covers back, which Tobi let him do without any struggle. He touched her forehead and tutted. “Tobi, you’re on fire. I don’t mean that to compliment you, by the way.” That got a smile from her. A weak one, but a smile anyway. The first one that Law had seen for a good time.

    He put his hand on the side of her face and crouched a little lower, kissing her cheek lightly and reaching across the bed to take the glass in his hand.

    Tobi cracked an eye open and her smile immediately turned into a pout, and she look at Law with pleading eyes. Law returned the stare with a feeling of sternness and helped her to sit up, being more careful with her when she winced. Now fully elevated, Law touched the glass to Tobi’s lips. She took a moment to open her lips, and only did so when Law pinched her nose, and then did she take a few sips of the nasty liquid in the glass, feeling the thickness of it pouring – no, not so smoothly… more like trekking down her throat.

    She made a face and pushed the arm away, falling back down roughly into her original position. Law smiled now, and leaned down to her just as she yanked the covers up to her chin.

    “Feel better, squid.”

    Tobi cracked a smirk. “Whatever, voodoo. Love you.” Tobi slipped back into sleep as the last word left her mouth, so Law had to assume that she had heard him back.

    “Love you, too.”

    by EJEJ on 06.16.2012
  9. I don’t understand this, this that is going on around me. Children should not be put through such agony, yet I am sitting here watching my baby sister cry in front of my eyes, because it hurts and I can’t do a damn thing about it. I can hold her and I can tell her it’ll be alright, but empty words are not what she needs when her heart is pouring out rain.

    by morganashleigh on 06.16.2012
  10. sip sip sip sip. swish swish swish. cold. wet. mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. drink it up bitches…

    by Diana on 06.16.2012
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  12. when i think of the word pour i think of the other meaning and spelling of it…poor. i am very poor missing out on things becuse of money or lack of it but i make up for it other ways and i like my stlyes.

    by sunshine on 06.16.2012
  13. “Pour me another.” The man at the bar said,earning him an uncertain look from the bartender.The man repeated himself louder,and the bartender obeyed,afraid of what the man might do. “Damn drunk.” One of the patrons next to him said.

  14. Pore, poor, pour. So many different ways to write it, say it, use it. I wonder how the English language developed so many different words that meant different things, that are spelled differently, but sound the same. So unified, yet not. Kind of like the human race.

    by Courtney on 06.16.2012
  15. pour. drip. pouring life into another is love. love. Im a cynic, so who needs love? Why waste what little my heart has to offer on love when I can waste it on things that might actually get me somewhere, Yes sir Shyann doesn’t pour. ever. Tis a waste. of energy, and life, and time, and importance.

    by Shyann Persephone on 06.16.2012
  16. i remember pouring that glass on that counter next to her. when youre trying to be cool and you want to drink coolo in front of the people who in the end really wount matter drinking a glass of fucking water is a big deal. pouring that water all over the table was the biggest deal right then and there i missed that fucking glass. what happend,

    by jake on 06.16.2012
  17. Pour out your love all over the world… Use a pitcher and let it flow… down the rivers and into the ocean. Share it will all who it will reach. Let it go. Don’t hold back. Flow Flow Flow……

  18. Salt pouring from the little girl’s hands on the morton salt container.

    by katelyn on 06.16.2012
  19. she poured the coffee into the tall silver bottle. would it keep warm? it didn’t matter. what mattered were the rituals. Or were those the rituals that kept too many things just the way they were.

    by moksha on 06.16.2012
  20. Absolution is found in a bowl of cream of onion soup.
    Find the right waiter, the right ambience, and order it now.

    by Wayne Shields on 06.16.2012
  21. The sea opened up above. The gates had been breached. Who had started this I didn’t know, but the cascade of water bearing down on me gave the impression that I might not be around to find the out.

    by Jordan on 06.16.2012
  22. “Pour me a glass of milk.” No. I will not. You do not own me. If you want something, ask, don’t demand it. You won’t get anything from that. You’d be better to just get it yourself than to start an argument.

  23. Feelings pour out of the wound left on my heart. I can’t stop it. The more I try, the more I lose myself

  24. Sitting on my bed right now there is a can of soda. I wish I would have just let it sit somewhere else. I am afraid it will spill… I hope it doesn’t because I already spilled something on the counter and it will seriously make me pretty upset if I spill this as well… OH well its empty.

    by Tiandra on 06.16.2012
  25. ally poured her heart out to me.
    she screamed.
    she pulled her hair.
    she was angry.
    but in a way she was telling me something.
    something she wouldn’t tell anybody but me.

    by sequoia on 06.16.2012
  26. Tarzan, beating his chest and with wild eyes, swung with his roup and crashed into a tree. BREEAAKING HIS NOSE TO PIECES.

  27. I pour the oil in the pan, I love that sizzle. Onions, Garlic, a little bit of anchovies. Tomatoes, peppers, cream and spice…damn that’s tasty!

    by Crystal on 06.16.2012
  28. i pour a glass of whiskey for my friend i knew what she had just seen. It was that look that i saw in the men eyes that I treated.

    by Aleigh Allred on 06.16.2012
  29. I want to pour my heart out to everyone today. I think of it as a cleansing as I empty the vessel, empty myself of bitterness and sadness. As I pour the contents out of the pitcher, I feel relieved and happier. I am able to conitnue the journey of

    by cheryl on 06.16.2012
  30. I looked slowly down the page, my thoughts and dreams having been poured out of me as liberally as lemonade from a cool pitcher, and crumpled the useless paper, throwing it aside with a frown.

    by Natasha Sarna on 06.16.2012
  31. pour your thoughts through me in a celestial combustion of vibrations that continue to
    pour into the kettle drop your thoughts and realize whats been going on in the world bounce bounce. the years go by so quickly but the days that are long. i am a underwater tree surplusing colors noone has ever seen. look at the sky we tried to count the stars but there was no space in between. pour your visions into the spectral zone i want to see as you see just today. unlike any other day i am one with you the puddle is evaporating goodnight

  32. when it rains it pours. paupers. maybe a british way to spell poor. why am i thinking of that barbie movie that nickelodeon played? and now umbrellas. like the sunbrella logo. or the new umbrella that i just bought, with ladybudg eyes. i like it. it’s cheerful. i want to be cheerful. not pour. i wish it would rain now.

    by Madison on 06.16.2012
  33. I just recieved a glass of coke a cola from my good friend’s older brother. He’s my age, but he has the mental capacity of a 40 year old man who just went bathing in a pool of cocaine and bees wax. Yeah i don’t know what that was suppose to mean but it’s true. I’m about to pour this coke in my mouth.

    by Makenzie on 06.16.2012
  34. pour a glass of milk or lemonade. i hate milk but love lemonade reminds me of summer and meadows. i hate spilling things but they look cool photographed. pour some sugar on me lol. pouring rain. i want to kiss in it. taylor swift does too. reminds me of tea pots. i keep rereading when i should be typing. im scare time will run out mid sentence. this is a long minute. seriously. they need a timer or something.

    by markayla lee on 06.16.2012
  35. pour your thoughts through me in a celestial combustion of vibrations that continue to
    pour into the kettle drop your thoughts and realize whats been going on in the world bounce bounce. the years go by so quickly but the days that are long. i am a underwater tree surplusing colors noone has ever seen. look at the sky we tried to count the stars but there was no space in between. pour your visions into the spectral zone i want to see as you see just today. unlike any other day i am one with you the puddle is evaporating goodnight

    by Avery on 06.16.2012
  36. LEMONADE
    WATER
    I LIKE TO POUR
    POOR, POUR, PORE THE THREE TYPES OF POUR
    HEEEHEE RAINBOWS
    UM
    UM
    UM
    LIQUID
    LIQUID IS A STATE OF MATTER THAT FILLS IT’S CONTAINER UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE. BOOM. MR. PIPER’S CLASS
    UM
    HI
    SYDNEY
    ERG
    UHHH I DON’T WNAT TO HEAR THE RING
    HOW MUCH TIME DO I HAVE LEFT?

  37. My father took a glass of lemonade and poured it into a pot of flowers that was sitting on the window sill. I questioned his moves but accepted it. He always did odd things and I learned to never question them. Even something as weird as pouring lemonade into flowers.

    by Sarina Rihal on 06.16.2012
  38. pouring soup is delicious when it is hot, but if it gets cold then it seems spoiled even though cold things last longer because they were probably in the fridge. I like it when things don’t get spoiled but sometimes it does look cool when things grow mold. I don’t know why people get so grossed out by a little bit of mold. It is only bad for you if you are allergic to it. Usually, I just cover it up with ketchup or some jelly dpending on the sandwich.

    by Austin on 06.16.2012
  39. When I looked outside, it was pouring. The nice kind of down of pour that you see in movies. The kind of movies where it’s a sad moment, and the rain sets the mood.

    by jaymay on 06.16.2012
  40. As I sat there, looking at the glass, i decided to pour it all over the top of my golden, flaky cereal. As i poured i watched the individual drops, and wondered if I was a drop, if i could ever stand out from all of the others- or just blend in with it.

    by Lizah P on 06.16.2012