sheets of rain falling on my window pane. sheets of paper that fill my notebook. sheets on a soft cotton bed made of egyptian cotton. sheets are a small figment of life but are comfortable and remind me of the past.
Sheets and sheets and sheets of paper. Written words. Written thoughts. Thoughts that would never be consumed by another’s mind. Words and words and words. Never read. Never heard. *These* sheets of paper… they’re as useless as my thoughts.
White. I like them white. At the moment I’m in sort of an exchange program, therefore, the house isn’t mine, meaning, I have to use the sheets they give to me. I don’t like blue sheets, they are ugly. I miss my white ones, that’s for sure.
I have to have sheets on the bed if I am going to fuck. It’s true. One time I stopped him from kissing me just so I could put the sheets on. I think it was a good play.
I like white. And smelling good. Clean sheets make me happy. Makes me think of making love perhaps. I don’t know, I think I like it more than I should. Now, I have blue ones, hate them. I’m not at my own place yet. As soon as I get my space, I will buy white sheets that smells good and match my wall.
The sheets I’m laying on are striped and my mom bought them for me. They haven’t been washed in a while, but hey, college is crazy. Scrounging around for quarters isn’t exactly on the top of my to-do list, with exams and everything else to worry about.
There was a sheet that wrapped around the dead body. i could no longer sleep in my own bed knowing that one day i will die and be wrapped in one; it felt so claustrophobic. Peaceful sleep reminded me what death would be like.
I want you tangled up in my sheets. I want the night to last forever, so I’ll rope up the stars and the moon. I want your scent to infect my sheets and linger there while you’re away as a reminder that you weren’t just something I imagined on a lazy day. Then, when the sun rises, I’ll wash my sheets and hang them to dry in the Spring breeze so they’ll be filled with innocence that erases all our sins.
Between the sheets is where the most moral and immoral secrets lie and where some of the fondest or more intense memories are made, whether they are overtaken by a lover, a childhood memory, a household chore, or the place you spent your most memorable vacation. Sheets are smooth and clean and fragile, just like a child but are so overlooked which is nothing less than a poor shame. Sheets trap the words you want to speak when you first awaken but are unable to say aloud because of the comfort and solidarity and warmth they entice their maker in. Purity is a sheet.
Sweat, musty smell of human odor, the smooth cotton slipping over my thighs.
Every night, as I close my eyes and wildly turn into a intoxicated slumber, I can’t help but run my hands over my bikini line and wonder who will be next to be under here with me.
I pull my blanket over my head
as if the ideas floating around my room
can’t attack my fragile brain while underneath.
but the only thing that it seems to do
is make me painfully aware
of my short and heavy breathing,
my heart pumping and beating,
and questions of its continuance.
how can I live
without the soul I bestowed upon you?
Tiny prickly bugs crawl all over the blankets and sheets. Or maybe they don’t, and I’m just imagining them. Oh, how I’d love to tell truth from reality some day. Until then it’s the couch.
my mind just went straight to the gutter. between the sheets their bodies intertwined for the first time. their love erupted in a massive earthquake sending shivers throughout the room.
Clean sheets. White sheets. Orgasmically fluffy sheets. They are my sheets. I loooooooove sleeping in them by MYSELF every night. I hate washing them and buttoning them though. As a matter of fact I’m sitting on my sheets. If you say it with an accent it could be “shit”. That’s all I have to say about sheets
The bedsheets were stained with blood. She cringed as it ran over her fingers, sliding between them as she cackled. So much blood. She crept through the house, smiling to the mice in the dark, and when the sun peaked through her blinds, she lit the gas stove and the sheets burst into flames.
I like flannel sheets, and yesterday my mom and I went shopping to find some cute flannel sheets to give my little sister for her ‘big girl’ bed. All the ones we could find looked way too grown up, or were puke green. =/ We finally found some cute snowman ones, but then we discovered that they don’t come in twin, the size we need.
Sheets. How often they go unwashed, ignored, rumpled, uncared for. But they still welcome us back each night. They warm us, wrap around us, allow us to dream upon them.
she found the tent,the pharoh flashlight and a powerful girl bar.she was hungry.she wanted to eat the whole bar.but it was made for p.g.if she ate more than a nibble,she would be three sheets to the wind..admittedly,becoming a better and better idea
sheets covering up and protecting her heart. protecting her from the outside world, keeping her snug and warm. sheets used to defend herself from her fragile body. and the most beautiful thing of all was sharing the warmth with him, with sleepy eyes and wondrous feelings.
I like to lie with my legs wrapped in sheets, it reminds me of the time you were here and I didn’t worry about anything. You made the summer colder and my heart warmer. I didn’t want you to leave ever but now I’m alone and you’re with another. I am lost.
white and crisp on a wednesday morning during the summer :D
smells like lialacs and children running with them like capes.
mother asking me to help her fold them
i cant wait until the summer.
i picture the sheets drying outside in the sun, blowing in the wind
A.D.D.
i love the summer
and you
the end
-jenny edison
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, sweat on these sheets
but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
I don’t have much to say about sheets. Honestly, I wish I did. I don’t wash my sheets as much as I should. I don’t really need to…
My sheets are made of bamboo and they are very soft on my skin when I sleep or eat in bed.
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
sheets that cover you and me. they keep out the cold. the hold in the love. they hold you and me closer. wrapping us in an embrace that only we can feel. sheets. they cover my heart. they are the fortress that protects us from the hardships of the world. i love you in these sheets. i love you, A. i love you more than anything. come back to my sheets.
sheets blank white like pages. euphoria. sheets like bed sheets staying up to talk to a girl instead of sleeping in them. sheets like floral decorated bleached by face wash sheets. am i intimidated by your piece? no but i’m intimidated by other things involving you. i’d like to sleep on sheets. i’d like you in my sheets.
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
Under the sheets, I can feel your ice cubes of toes wiggle about. You’re waking up. God, it’s wonderful. You stretch your body out, but retract and curl back in. It’s too early for you, and you want to fall back asleep.
But I’m awake. Seeing you move is electrifying.
The silence separates us like thin sheets
I’m close enough to feel you breathe
But my fingers grasp on lifeless cloth
Instead of warm skin.
I want to feel you with me
But we both know
Neither of us will take that chance.
So this blanket of snow will settle
On the life we once dreamed
And never achieved.
I love bed sheets. I love making love in a bed sheet. Okay this is really dumb and I get it but I just wanted to respond to the the topic, that being bed sheets. Bed sheets are effective ways to keep oneself warm and cozy when in chilly climates. This includes my room which is typically representative of a sub sahren wilderness.
The silence separates us like thin sheets
I’m close enough to feel your breath
But my fingers grasp on lifeless cloth
Instead of warm skin.
I want to feel you with me,
But we both know
Neither of us will take that chance.
she ripped the sheets off her already sweating body. how had she just done it? how could she have let him into her bed? she looked at her frail, pale body with disgust. had he thought she was disgusting too? how could he have seen her in any beautiful light. how. she didn’t know. she wanted to leave right then. but that would be terrible. she looked at the sheets. damp. disgusting. how could she do this. she hated herself in these disgusting, damp sheets.
I change the sheets on my bed and it feels ridiculously clean. After I change the sheets I like to lie in my bed and feel the crisp new sheets on my skin. It feels fresh and cleansing. Until I get bored and move.
sheets of rain falling on my window pane. sheets of paper that fill my notebook. sheets on a soft cotton bed made of egyptian cotton. sheets are a small figment of life but are comfortable and remind me of the past.
Sheets and sheets and sheets of paper. Written words. Written thoughts. Thoughts that would never be consumed by another’s mind. Words and words and words. Never read. Never heard. *These* sheets of paper… they’re as useless as my thoughts.
White. I like them white. At the moment I’m in sort of an exchange program, therefore, the house isn’t mine, meaning, I have to use the sheets they give to me. I don’t like blue sheets, they are ugly. I miss my white ones, that’s for sure.
Again? I’ve already written about this.
I have to have sheets on the bed if I am going to fuck. It’s true. One time I stopped him from kissing me just so I could put the sheets on. I think it was a good play.
I like white. And smelling good. Clean sheets make me happy. Makes me think of making love perhaps. I don’t know, I think I like it more than I should. Now, I have blue ones, hate them. I’m not at my own place yet. As soon as I get my space, I will buy white sheets that smells good and match my wall.
The sheets I’m laying on are striped and my mom bought them for me. They haven’t been washed in a while, but hey, college is crazy. Scrounging around for quarters isn’t exactly on the top of my to-do list, with exams and everything else to worry about.
There was a sheet that wrapped around the dead body. i could no longer sleep in my own bed knowing that one day i will die and be wrapped in one; it felt so claustrophobic. Peaceful sleep reminded me what death would be like.
I want you tangled up in my sheets. I want the night to last forever, so I’ll rope up the stars and the moon. I want your scent to infect my sheets and linger there while you’re away as a reminder that you weren’t just something I imagined on a lazy day. Then, when the sun rises, I’ll wash my sheets and hang them to dry in the Spring breeze so they’ll be filled with innocence that erases all our sins.
Between the sheets is where the most moral and immoral secrets lie and where some of the fondest or more intense memories are made, whether they are overtaken by a lover, a childhood memory, a household chore, or the place you spent your most memorable vacation. Sheets are smooth and clean and fragile, just like a child but are so overlooked which is nothing less than a poor shame. Sheets trap the words you want to speak when you first awaken but are unable to say aloud because of the comfort and solidarity and warmth they entice their maker in. Purity is a sheet.
How can I not think of sex.
Sweat, musty smell of human odor, the smooth cotton slipping over my thighs.
Every night, as I close my eyes and wildly turn into a intoxicated slumber, I can’t help but run my hands over my bikini line and wonder who will be next to be under here with me.
I pull my blanket over my head
as if the ideas floating around my room
can’t attack my fragile brain while underneath.
but the only thing that it seems to do
is make me painfully aware
of my short and heavy breathing,
my heart pumping and beating,
and questions of its continuance.
how can I live
without the soul I bestowed upon you?
i crawl all the way under to where only my eyrs poke out. i breath out warn air that warms my whole body under the sheets. i relax..forget..sleep..
Floral, colorful sheets are my favorite. In winters i love my nights under the warm woolen sheets.
Tiny prickly bugs crawl all over the blankets and sheets. Or maybe they don’t, and I’m just imagining them. Oh, how I’d love to tell truth from reality some day. Until then it’s the couch.
my mind just went straight to the gutter. between the sheets their bodies intertwined for the first time. their love erupted in a massive earthquake sending shivers throughout the room.
White, plain, and boring are the first things that come to mind even though I have never had sheets that these words describe.
Bright and early at work, lovely chilled weather outside. Winter is always beautiful, soothing and cozy.
Clean sheets. White sheets. Orgasmically fluffy sheets. They are my sheets. I loooooooove sleeping in them by MYSELF every night. I hate washing them and buttoning them though. As a matter of fact I’m sitting on my sheets. If you say it with an accent it could be “shit”. That’s all I have to say about sheets
I love silky sheets, and wish you were in mine.
The bedsheets were stained with blood. She cringed as it ran over her fingers, sliding between them as she cackled. So much blood. She crept through the house, smiling to the mice in the dark, and when the sun peaked through her blinds, she lit the gas stove and the sheets burst into flames.
I like flannel sheets, and yesterday my mom and I went shopping to find some cute flannel sheets to give my little sister for her ‘big girl’ bed. All the ones we could find looked way too grown up, or were puke green. =/ We finally found some cute snowman ones, but then we discovered that they don’t come in twin, the size we need.
Sheets. How often they go unwashed, ignored, rumpled, uncared for. But they still welcome us back each night. They warm us, wrap around us, allow us to dream upon them.
she found the tent,the pharoh flashlight and a powerful girl bar.she was hungry.she wanted to eat the whole bar.but it was made for p.g.if she ate more than a nibble,she would be three sheets to the wind..admittedly,becoming a better and better idea
sheets covering up and protecting her heart. protecting her from the outside world, keeping her snug and warm. sheets used to defend herself from her fragile body. and the most beautiful thing of all was sharing the warmth with him, with sleepy eyes and wondrous feelings.
I like to lie with my legs wrapped in sheets, it reminds me of the time you were here and I didn’t worry about anything. You made the summer colder and my heart warmer. I didn’t want you to leave ever but now I’m alone and you’re with another. I am lost.
white and crisp on a wednesday morning during the summer :D
smells like lialacs and children running with them like capes.
mother asking me to help her fold them
i cant wait until the summer.
i picture the sheets drying outside in the sun, blowing in the wind
A.D.D.
i love the summer
and you
the end
-jenny edison
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, sweat on these sheets
but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
I don’t have much to say about sheets. Honestly, I wish I did. I don’t wash my sheets as much as I should. I don’t really need to…
My sheets are made of bamboo and they are very soft on my skin when I sleep or eat in bed.
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
sheets that cover you and me. they keep out the cold. the hold in the love. they hold you and me closer. wrapping us in an embrace that only we can feel. sheets. they cover my heart. they are the fortress that protects us from the hardships of the world. i love you in these sheets. i love you, A. i love you more than anything. come back to my sheets.
silk. so soft to lay upon. wrap around your body and sigh in comfort. close your eyes and smile and just lay there loving yourself!
sheets blank white like pages. euphoria. sheets like bed sheets staying up to talk to a girl instead of sleeping in them. sheets like floral decorated bleached by face wash sheets. am i intimidated by your piece? no but i’m intimidated by other things involving you. i’d like to sleep on sheets. i’d like you in my sheets.
sheets tangling me up in this bed
like a trap
it entangles me in its thread count like a nightmare
i’m stuck to these sheets, but they are my comfort and my palace
as well as my prison
sheets of paper i pour my thoughts on like
a sponge to wine
my heart seeps through the cracks
blood like wine
sheets of silence entangle us all
Under the sheets, I can feel your ice cubes of toes wiggle about. You’re waking up. God, it’s wonderful. You stretch your body out, but retract and curl back in. It’s too early for you, and you want to fall back asleep.
But I’m awake. Seeing you move is electrifying.
The silence separates us like thin sheets
I’m close enough to feel you breathe
But my fingers grasp on lifeless cloth
Instead of warm skin.
I want to feel you with me
But we both know
Neither of us will take that chance.
So this blanket of snow will settle
On the life we once dreamed
And never achieved.
I love bed sheets. I love making love in a bed sheet. Okay this is really dumb and I get it but I just wanted to respond to the the topic, that being bed sheets. Bed sheets are effective ways to keep oneself warm and cozy when in chilly climates. This includes my room which is typically representative of a sub sahren wilderness.
The silence separates us like thin sheets
I’m close enough to feel your breath
But my fingers grasp on lifeless cloth
Instead of warm skin.
I want to feel you with me,
But we both know
Neither of us will take that chance.
she ripped the sheets off her already sweating body. how had she just done it? how could she have let him into her bed? she looked at her frail, pale body with disgust. had he thought she was disgusting too? how could he have seen her in any beautiful light. how. she didn’t know. she wanted to leave right then. but that would be terrible. she looked at the sheets. damp. disgusting. how could she do this. she hated herself in these disgusting, damp sheets.
I change the sheets on my bed and it feels ridiculously clean. After I change the sheets I like to lie in my bed and feel the crisp new sheets on my skin. It feels fresh and cleansing. Until I get bored and move.