I can feel you through the sheet yet I can not feel your warmth. There is just a tiny bit of fabric between us but it makes a bigger difference than one would think.
Laying in a bed covered by only a sheet and nothing else, a person can be filled with more thoughts than that room can hold. The lightness of the sheet is comforting and encompassing, but light and flowy, allowing any thought to cross a person’s mind.
A blank sheet of paper throws my mind into a whirlwind of mystery. Sometimes I meet confusion with a green, musty eye and others I meet clarity in all it’s pristine, gold and silver condition. It’s not my favorite place to mingle, but I will go when I need to.
it was pink. Pink with little edges of elastic. It was not the kind of sheet you would like to sleep on. It was more like the kind of sheet you bought when you didn’t really know where to go to buy decent sheets. It was a Tesco sheet.
I loved to snap the clean sheets and pin them to the rope that stretched across the yard into the neighbor’s lives and wonder if all my dreams, the ones that couldn’t wash away, were visible to anyone walking past holding onto their hats in the breeze.
She pulled she sheet over her head. Seriously? Another dreaming? Dreaming was the worst. The content was irrelevant- the sheer act of dreaming was exhausting. What’s the point of sleeping if you’re going to be active all night long?
i always thought of the saying “you can’t miss what
you never had” wondering
what this lull in my ribcage could be if not years
spent listening for your voice?
it was the steady beating of my own heart that told me
you did not exist.
she sat quietly on her mattress with her sheet balanced on her head creating a tent to hold all of her dreams until the sun would creep through the window.
sheet is like shit. except we write a bunch of stuff on a sheet of paper. not surprisingly, we write a lot of shit on sheets of paper, bs. i see it everywhere. lots of dumb stuff.
It wasn’t until after I had pulled my sheets out of the wash that I realised that my perfectly-shaped scoop of washing powder hadn’t been put in the machine. This can’t continue – this has got to stop. All I wanted was a crsip, clean, fresh rest.
The sheet of paper sits blankly before me, just waiting for me to fill it with words. I pick up my pencil, and twirl it between my fingers, waiting for inspiration to come. Inspiration is like a stubborn animal. You can’t force it to come to you. You just have to be patient, and wait for inspiration to come when it wants to. Otherwise you’ll end up unhappy with what you write.
I grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote. My life, on paper, simple and sweet. There is was, for all to see, soon to be tacked to a board covered in business cards. This is me. This is Sally Mayfield, ready for the world at last.
The sheet tangled in her foot as she tried to gracefully exit the bed. She cringed as she slammed into the wall, cursing silently, checking quickly to make sure her bed mate hadn’t stirred.
He hadn’t.
How could she even pretend there was any grace in this situation? She’d been drunk, he’d been willing
With her long, bony fingers, the elderly lady began gingerly placing the unbaked, still-mushy cookies on the baking sheet before sliding it into the oven. Tossing her mittens on the countertop, she sighed and looked around for something else to do.
This is a sheet of paper. Well technically, it’s a screen. Have computers replaced writing all together? When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone? Will our children even know about letters? The world has really changed.
A sheet of paper was the only remnance of reality in Tim’s mind. Deep space had cracked everything else. Oh god, John’s floating piss” he thought. Watch out…again.
The sheet of paper lay in front of me. Its edges were wrinkled and worn. I didn’t know what to do with it, how to use it. But I knew there were endless possibilities.
The sheets are cold against the girls legs. Her head is tucked finely into her pillow, eyes closed with endless dreams. When will she wake? The birds call outside, the sun rises, and her eyes open. Wake up, the day is new. It is waiting for you.
His hands clutched at the white fabric, frantic fingers bunching it up. Soft whispers and moans spilled from his lips, floated up to her ears as she moved against him. Underneath her, he could not stay still.
It was all his idea. She was wary at first, but now, in the thick of things, she was finding it hard to convince herself that she didn’t want it too.
sheets of dna join to for tertiary structured proteins. sheets of love music that bring sweetness into the soul and warm every red blood cell of blood.
I lay the land, I fold the green
I shimmer stars across the sky
I can’t remember what I’ve seen
but I know I’d never lie
Like a sheet, across the sea
moonlight shot out from the black
and laid a path for all to see
across the sea and back.
we used to lay in them. warm under the covers of your small twin bed. my first time was innocent and wonderful. as cheap as yours were, they’re the best i’ve ever lied in.
a sheet of paper.
well, when i first came to America, I couldn’t make a clear distinction of pronouncing sheet and shit.
so i ended up asking a friend for a workshit instead of a worksheet.
how funny is that
The blank sheet or music on her desk stared at her, taunting her. God dammit, she wanted to write that song that had been in her head for years now, but the lack of ability was blatantly obvious. She had no clue how to play an instrument.
She thrashed and screamed, her body coated in a thin sheen of cold sweat, her eyes screwed shut. The sheet tangled around her legs and body until she finally awoke with a sharp gasp, panting and crying in the aftershocks of the nightmare.
Rustling in the wind, flying through the sky, I am a white butterfly with the breeze beneath my square wings. I can be weighed down and wrapped in the soft cloth. I am but a sheet.
“Oh. Sheet.”
“‘Sheet’? Is that some new curse word you invented?”
“You don’t know what a sheet IS?”
“… no. Should I?”
“Well… yeah, actually.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t grow up in a ‘civilised’ country like you did.”
sheet of music is a musicians time clock. the path at which he lives by and the beat of his heart. without the sheet time does not exist and his presence is dull and timeless and with it, he is eternity.
a couple of cops took the thug off of superior man’s hands.the man had a rap sheet a mile long.they probably never would have caught him if it wasn’t for supes.
This sheet of paper is what I will write my whole ideas on. It will become the sheet that will bring me to fame and fortune (maybe?!). This sheet is where my ink will be splattered. This sheet is what will get me somewhere.
under the sheets its suppose to be secret… its hot… its comfy… read under the sheets,,, every thing is safe under there… safe from the darkness safe from the world
I can feel you through the sheet yet I can not feel your warmth. There is just a tiny bit of fabric between us but it makes a bigger difference than one would think.
By Amanda URL on 10.13.2010
Laying in a bed covered by only a sheet and nothing else, a person can be filled with more thoughts than that room can hold. The lightness of the sheet is comforting and encompassing, but light and flowy, allowing any thought to cross a person’s mind.
By Tiffany Gilly on 10.13.2010
A blank sheet of paper throws my mind into a whirlwind of mystery. Sometimes I meet confusion with a green, musty eye and others I meet clarity in all it’s pristine, gold and silver condition. It’s not my favorite place to mingle, but I will go when I need to.
By Tiffany URL on 10.13.2010
it was pink. Pink with little edges of elastic. It was not the kind of sheet you would like to sleep on. It was more like the kind of sheet you bought when you didn’t really know where to go to buy decent sheets. It was a Tesco sheet.
By Merryn on 10.13.2010
Flowing from the mouth of the orator like sheets on a bed, the words drifted through the crowd, infecting all with their ideas.
By Ben S. URL on 10.13.2010
I loved to snap the clean sheets and pin them to the rope that stretched across the yard into the neighbor’s lives and wonder if all my dreams, the ones that couldn’t wash away, were visible to anyone walking past holding onto their hats in the breeze.
By Nancy O'Neill on 10.13.2010
She pulled she sheet over her head. Seriously? Another dreaming? Dreaming was the worst. The content was irrelevant- the sheer act of dreaming was exhausting. What’s the point of sleeping if you’re going to be active all night long?
By Amiee URL on 10.13.2010
i always thought of the saying “you can’t miss what
you never had” wondering
what this lull in my ribcage could be if not years
spent listening for your voice?
it was the steady beating of my own heart that told me
you did not exist.
By tiffanylu URL on 10.13.2010
paper, white, dollarstore, tree, banch forest, pillow bed sleepover bestfriends love boyfriend concent ghost tst school and library books,
By Ali Shi on 10.13.2010
What you write or sleep on. You can use it as a halloween costume. Can be paper, can be fabric. It rhymes with sheep.
By jordan haiber on 10.13.2010
she sat quietly on her mattress with her sheet balanced on her head creating a tent to hold all of her dreams until the sun would creep through the window.
By weetz on 10.13.2010
sheet is like shit. except we write a bunch of stuff on a sheet of paper. not surprisingly, we write a lot of shit on sheets of paper, bs. i see it everywhere. lots of dumb stuff.
By Alexander URL on 10.13.2010
It wasn’t until after I had pulled my sheets out of the wash that I realised that my perfectly-shaped scoop of washing powder hadn’t been put in the machine. This can’t continue – this has got to stop. All I wanted was a crsip, clean, fresh rest.
By ARP on 10.13.2010
Flapping in the wind,
Trapped by wood,
Dangling for all to see
Along this wire,
I will always be.
By Kristina on 10.13.2010
The sheet of paper sits blankly before me, just waiting for me to fill it with words. I pick up my pencil, and twirl it between my fingers, waiting for inspiration to come. Inspiration is like a stubborn animal. You can’t force it to come to you. You just have to be patient, and wait for inspiration to come when it wants to. Otherwise you’ll end up unhappy with what you write.
By Aimee on 10.13.2010
It was blank. But full of possibilities.
Like me.
By Sly Fox on 10.13.2010
I grabbed a sheet of paper and wrote. My life, on paper, simple and sweet. There is was, for all to see, soon to be tacked to a board covered in business cards. This is me. This is Sally Mayfield, ready for the world at last.
By Kate on 10.13.2010
The sheet tangled in her foot as she tried to gracefully exit the bed. She cringed as she slammed into the wall, cursing silently, checking quickly to make sure her bed mate hadn’t stirred.
He hadn’t.
How could she even pretend there was any grace in this situation? She’d been drunk, he’d been willing
By Jillian on 10.13.2010
With her long, bony fingers, the elderly lady began gingerly placing the unbaked, still-mushy cookies on the baking sheet before sliding it into the oven. Tossing her mittens on the countertop, she sighed and looked around for something else to do.
By vish URL on 10.13.2010
This is a sheet of paper. Well technically, it’s a screen. Have computers replaced writing all together? When was the last time you wrote a letter to someone? Will our children even know about letters? The world has really changed.
By Cat on 10.13.2010
A sheet of paper was the only remnance of reality in Tim’s mind. Deep space had cracked everything else. Oh god, John’s floating piss” he thought. Watch out…again.
By John URL on 10.13.2010
The sheet of paper lay in front of me. Its edges were wrinkled and worn. I didn’t know what to do with it, how to use it. But I knew there were endless possibilities.
By Ashley on 10.13.2010
Have you ever tried to fold a fitted sheet? I mean, what the hell.
By emmy s URL on 10.13.2010
The sheets are cold against the girls legs. Her head is tucked finely into her pillow, eyes closed with endless dreams. When will she wake? The birds call outside, the sun rises, and her eyes open. Wake up, the day is new. It is waiting for you.
By Kellee on 10.13.2010
His hands clutched at the white fabric, frantic fingers bunching it up. Soft whispers and moans spilled from his lips, floated up to her ears as she moved against him. Underneath her, he could not stay still.
It was all his idea. She was wary at first, but now, in the thick of things, she was finding it hard to convince herself that she didn’t want it too.
By Julia URL on 10.13.2010
sheets of dna join to for tertiary structured proteins. sheets of love music that bring sweetness into the soul and warm every red blood cell of blood.
By Maria on 10.13.2010
The sheet of my despair has been lifted-
I EXIST, I EXIST, I EXIST!!!
By Jhosy URL on 10.13.2010
I lay the land, I fold the green
I shimmer stars across the sky
I can’t remember what I’ve seen
but I know I’d never lie
Like a sheet, across the sea
moonlight shot out from the black
and laid a path for all to see
across the sea and back.
By teachthegirl URL on 10.13.2010
we used to lay in them. warm under the covers of your small twin bed. my first time was innocent and wonderful. as cheap as yours were, they’re the best i’ve ever lied in.
By MacKenzie on 10.13.2010
He walks away from the carnage that was his first and LAST marriage. A jogger sprints by. Their eyes meet.
By Johnny C. URL on 10.13.2010
a sheet of paper.
well, when i first came to America, I couldn’t make a clear distinction of pronouncing sheet and shit.
so i ended up asking a friend for a workshit instead of a worksheet.
how funny is that
By jijikim URL on 10.13.2010
The blank sheet or music on her desk stared at her, taunting her. God dammit, she wanted to write that song that had been in her head for years now, but the lack of ability was blatantly obvious. She had no clue how to play an instrument.
By Savannah C. Chiofalo URL on 10.13.2010
She thrashed and screamed, her body coated in a thin sheen of cold sweat, her eyes screwed shut. The sheet tangled around her legs and body until she finally awoke with a sharp gasp, panting and crying in the aftershocks of the nightmare.
By The Lovely Love Lii URL on 10.13.2010
Rustling in the wind, flying through the sky, I am a white butterfly with the breeze beneath my square wings. I can be weighed down and wrapped in the soft cloth. I am but a sheet.
By Kristina on 10.13.2010
“Oh. Sheet.”
“‘Sheet’? Is that some new curse word you invented?”
“You don’t know what a sheet IS?”
“… no. Should I?”
“Well… yeah, actually.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry I didn’t grow up in a ‘civilised’ country like you did.”
By Kyra URL on 10.13.2010
sheet of music is a musicians time clock. the path at which he lives by and the beat of his heart. without the sheet time does not exist and his presence is dull and timeless and with it, he is eternity.
By Justine URL on 10.13.2010
the sheets flutter in the wind. she is panting. she hears the sirens. she is tired. the bill will not go away. you need this. you need this.
By Johnny C. URL on 10.13.2010
a couple of cops took the thug off of superior man’s hands.the man had a rap sheet a mile long.they probably never would have caught him if it wasn’t for supes.
By The Fake Dann URL on 10.13.2010
This sheet of paper is what I will write my whole ideas on. It will become the sheet that will bring me to fame and fortune (maybe?!). This sheet is where my ink will be splattered. This sheet is what will get me somewhere.
By T URL on 10.13.2010
under the sheets its suppose to be secret… its hot… its comfy… read under the sheets,,, every thing is safe under there… safe from the darkness safe from the world
By asdfasdf on 10.13.2010