i hate people are are skinnier than me. but i find actual skeletons incredibly fascinating. i like to read about hundreds of years old skeletons and see pictures. like that castle that has a bunch of stuff made out of skeletons. awesome. you know you love it.
When I met you i was whole. when i met you i thought i had it all figured out. then you came along and turned my world upside down. you changed everything, you had me going. and now you’re gone as soon as you came and i’m just a skeleton.
Skeletons hanging from my body I can feel my bones slipping slipping through the air why why is it so hanging and loose I’m lanky and I can feel my bones hurling through the wind at incredible speed and incredible silence.
Often times we are afraid to embrace ourselves; to be true and honest to ourselves. We hide behind the skin and flesh and leave the skeleton in its closet. Do we do this for others? What we do not realize is that our skeleton is what our bodies depend on for structure and support. We aren’t perfect and the sooner we realize that it is okay to be ourselves, that we can take the skeleton out of its armoire, the sooner we will learn. Learn to embrace.
There are so many bones in our bodies. I hate thinking about how they all stay together– the tiny, obscure connections, the ligaments. I also love it, in a way. Thinking about little things that are part of big things. Odd.
The skeleton is what keeps your body moving. Running, jumping, walking, even crawling can only be done with the help of BONES. Well, your skeleton, an indivaidual bone will get you no where really… If you think about it, bones are used for scaring people, but they are really a magical thing…
When I saw the skeleton, I walked up to it and I touched it. It fell apart as soon as my finger touched a bone. I wanted to put it back together but that was more difficult than a 1000 piece puzzle. So I arranged the bones on the floor and reveled in the memory of the skeleton before I broke it.
there are no “skeletons in my closet” as people may say to themselves. what’s there to hide? and nothing there died. so, what does “skeletons in my closet” mean anyways if there’s nothing dead in your closet?
i believe that underneath of this we are all the same
but i don’t believe that we are all not different
you see the structure is sane, same, and organized
but the mind is wild and organized and differed.
Skeletons in the closet. Dry and brittle yet with so much potential and uncertainty. Will it be harmful to release them? Or, a non-event? Does the past matter that much
The necromancer clutched his black cloak against his moon skin, quivering with rage. Just ahead of him, the night clutched a thin sword, pointing it at him like it was an arrow out of its quiver. With a yell, the knight leaped, and the necromancer danced with him, hopping forwards and backwards, the whole while laughing, as he could raise the dead, and would never die.
What none of them knew was that I was kicked out of my old school for burning it down. I guess you could call it one of my “skeletons in the closet” but I was going to let them figure it out on their own. For now, I’m going to pretend it never happened. Force it to the back of my mind. Forget the school, the fire, and the person caught in it…
The skeleton I saw before me was unreal. Anorexia. The truly unreal part is how the mind overides the body to keep it going without food until it just dies.
The microwave beeps, making me jump. I remember how we’d used to hide before it reached the end, because it was a bomb or something in our minds. She pulls the bag of popcorn out with her wiry fingers. I watch as her frame disappears into the living room, her pale skin almost glowing in the dark like a skeleton.
She’s taken a turn for the worst lately. Popcorn is the only thing she eats–and she makes me eat more than half the bag. I watch as she grows skinnier still.
And even though I know we’re both just counting the seconds till she dies, I can’t help feeling that pang of jealousy.
Now we all have skeletons in our closet, but of what proportions? Maybe you cheated on your significant other. But what about living an entirely different life, a life that no one can know about? A life in which you lie, steal, and kill. Now that would bring about some pretty weighty skeletons.
A skeleton is in the room.
Scary n nothin’ but bones.
Creepy and nothin’ like me.
Nothin’ livin’, nothin’ breathin’
Just a little weird dead dude without organs, bloods, or any insides.
So I say bye-bye dead guy!
The wagon rolled across the dry, yellowish plains. Broken wheel axels and bleached skeletons of dead animals lay on the side of the road.
“I wonder how far it is till we reach the end,” Cal thought. “We will not last much longer without water.”
He turned his head to look back and saw Jackie had fallen asleep on top of two sacks of flour, with the children by her side. The sight of them increased his concern and he nervously flicked the reigns to make the team of ox go faster.
Tina watched in abject horror as the bone men danced in circles around her, grins on their grotesque faces. Fear raced through her. How could Sara do this to her? Her own twin, her other half? More importantly, how was she supposed to escape?
We’ve all got skeletons in our closet. Some are worse than others but it doesn’t even matter. You just need to find that one person who accepts all the skeletons and is willing to share their’s with you. That’s what you need to find in life. That one person. That one person who doesn’t mind the skeletons.
It’s skin was so tight, you could glimpse the thing’s skeleton under the surface. Where it pressed close enough to the skin, it bulged and stretched until the skeleton appeared as though it was going to pop right on through.
We all have skeletons in our closets. Some are worse than others but I gurantee you that we all have them. Don’t regret them. Don’t try and hide them forever. Someone will come along eventually and tell you that they’re alright. If only I actually truly felt this way. I need to find this person who doesn’t mind my skeletons.
The bones were old and dry. They were almost warm in her hand from the sun as she picked them up. The sand shifted under her feet as she moved silently forward, and raised the femur, the tip of it lost in the glare of the sun, and then brought it down to spill blood across the sand.
Her body twists to-and-fro as her bony skeleton-like appendages dangle in the wind. She smiles and lifts her frail arms to hug you, “I’ve missed you brother.” You obliviously follow her into the darkness, thinking to yourself, ‘Is this really my sister? She’s changed so much.’
Some girls I know are skinny. A lot of girls I know are thin. All of the girls I know seem comfortable in their bodies and don’t mind showing off their ultra flat stomachs and stick legs.
I’m not one of those girls. But I strive to be.
Skeletons in the closet.
Hallowe’en.
Anatomy class.
Bones- shiny and white.
Very thin/anorexia.
High cheekbones.
8 letters.
Raising the dead.
Body shape.
This is something that supports us, keeps us from being huge blobs, its white, brittle at times but I have never broken one. For some reason, I couldn’t possibly be without one, and I dont really know why, Its just I’m running out of shit to type, Skeletons are pretty awesome and dosen’t afraid of anything.
well my phone just broke.. so all i can think about is that. water spilled all over in my volleyball bag and my battery got sooaked. this sucks. oh, yeah.. skeleton.. hmm.. id rather talk about my dead droid. bye bye phone:(
Jack skeleton, oh how wonderful. amazing. He’s the king of the pumpkin patch, that i shall soon marry. We shall have kids that are skeletons and we shall live in Halloween town. Yup, sounds terrific.
You must come to our wedding, its going to be a fright ;D
In years, all that will be left will be a skeleton. The body, the physical features, but more importantly, the memories, the person will be gone. Life is not of the skeleton, but the skeleton holds the life.
i see a skeleton in my closet. it haunts me, laughs at me. until i laugh right back at it. its that old halloween decoration i used in last year’s frightful night when i got 4 apples and no candy.
Bones shook as the snake slithered along. Empty eye sockets seemed to look around, staring at everything and anything. Its mouth opened as if an invisible tongue was coming out to taste the air, but there was no flesh. The trail left behind looked strange in the half-light.
Macabre, Day of the Dead, and they all rattle out of the soil and stalk the streets. Something empty, like a dusty room, and here they are, rattling around without aim or passion. Limp bones, some falling off and clattering on the floor, artless movement, silently shambling down all the roads, the living dead, some force in the Earth bringing them above, passing all the people in the dark streets like hobos or bums.
i hate people are are skinnier than me. but i find actual skeletons incredibly fascinating. i like to read about hundreds of years old skeletons and see pictures. like that castle that has a bunch of stuff made out of skeletons. awesome. you know you love it.
skeleton hanging from a tree
oh it is scary
halloween it is time
lets go and spend a dime
on candy!
When I met you i was whole. when i met you i thought i had it all figured out. then you came along and turned my world upside down. you changed everything, you had me going. and now you’re gone as soon as you came and i’m just a skeleton.
Skeletons hanging from my body I can feel my bones slipping slipping through the air why why is it so hanging and loose I’m lanky and I can feel my bones hurling through the wind at incredible speed and incredible silence.
Often times we are afraid to embrace ourselves; to be true and honest to ourselves. We hide behind the skin and flesh and leave the skeleton in its closet. Do we do this for others? What we do not realize is that our skeleton is what our bodies depend on for structure and support. We aren’t perfect and the sooner we realize that it is okay to be ourselves, that we can take the skeleton out of its armoire, the sooner we will learn. Learn to embrace.
There are so many bones in our bodies. I hate thinking about how they all stay together– the tiny, obscure connections, the ligaments. I also love it, in a way. Thinking about little things that are part of big things. Odd.
The skeleton is what keeps your body moving. Running, jumping, walking, even crawling can only be done with the help of BONES. Well, your skeleton, an indivaidual bone will get you no where really… If you think about it, bones are used for scaring people, but they are really a magical thing…
When I saw the skeleton, I walked up to it and I touched it. It fell apart as soon as my finger touched a bone. I wanted to put it back together but that was more difficult than a 1000 piece puzzle. So I arranged the bones on the floor and reveled in the memory of the skeleton before I broke it.
SKeletons require bones., Which is the base of our bodies, I think of Death. THats all thats left when your dead. a skeleteon.
just bones. no guts. no glory. scary to kids. mostly seen around halloween or after a brutal murder. brings history to the word.
Everyone has skeletons in their closets, but there will always be someone who have bigger ones than you.
there are no “skeletons in my closet” as people may say to themselves. what’s there to hide? and nothing there died. so, what does “skeletons in my closet” mean anyways if there’s nothing dead in your closet?
i believe that underneath of this we are all the same
but i don’t believe that we are all not different
you see the structure is sane, same, and organized
but the mind is wild and organized and differed.
when I think about skeletons I think about anorexic people. I feel really bad for them. But man they really have some will power.
Skeletons in the closet. Dry and brittle yet with so much potential and uncertainty. Will it be harmful to release them? Or, a non-event? Does the past matter that much
The necromancer clutched his black cloak against his moon skin, quivering with rage. Just ahead of him, the night clutched a thin sword, pointing it at him like it was an arrow out of its quiver. With a yell, the knight leaped, and the necromancer danced with him, hopping forwards and backwards, the whole while laughing, as he could raise the dead, and would never die.
What none of them knew was that I was kicked out of my old school for burning it down. I guess you could call it one of my “skeletons in the closet” but I was going to let them figure it out on their own. For now, I’m going to pretend it never happened. Force it to the back of my mind. Forget the school, the fire, and the person caught in it…
The skeleton I saw before me was unreal. Anorexia. The truly unreal part is how the mind overides the body to keep it going without food until it just dies.
The microwave beeps, making me jump. I remember how we’d used to hide before it reached the end, because it was a bomb or something in our minds. She pulls the bag of popcorn out with her wiry fingers. I watch as her frame disappears into the living room, her pale skin almost glowing in the dark like a skeleton.
She’s taken a turn for the worst lately. Popcorn is the only thing she eats–and she makes me eat more than half the bag. I watch as she grows skinnier still.
And even though I know we’re both just counting the seconds till she dies, I can’t help feeling that pang of jealousy.
Now we all have skeletons in our closet, but of what proportions? Maybe you cheated on your significant other. But what about living an entirely different life, a life that no one can know about? A life in which you lie, steal, and kill. Now that would bring about some pretty weighty skeletons.
A skeleton is in the room.
Scary n nothin’ but bones.
Creepy and nothin’ like me.
Nothin’ livin’, nothin’ breathin’
Just a little weird dead dude without organs, bloods, or any insides.
So I say bye-bye dead guy!
The wagon rolled across the dry, yellowish plains. Broken wheel axels and bleached skeletons of dead animals lay on the side of the road.
“I wonder how far it is till we reach the end,” Cal thought. “We will not last much longer without water.”
He turned his head to look back and saw Jackie had fallen asleep on top of two sacks of flour, with the children by her side. The sight of them increased his concern and he nervously flicked the reigns to make the team of ox go faster.
A weird dead body without skin, organs, or insides. Most likely dead unless it’s like posessed or something.
Tina watched in abject horror as the bone men danced in circles around her, grins on their grotesque faces. Fear raced through her. How could Sara do this to her? Her own twin, her other half? More importantly, how was she supposed to escape?
We’ve all got skeletons in our closet. Some are worse than others but it doesn’t even matter. You just need to find that one person who accepts all the skeletons and is willing to share their’s with you. That’s what you need to find in life. That one person. That one person who doesn’t mind the skeletons.
It’s skin was so tight, you could glimpse the thing’s skeleton under the surface. Where it pressed close enough to the skin, it bulged and stretched until the skeleton appeared as though it was going to pop right on through.
We all have skeletons in our closets. Some are worse than others but I gurantee you that we all have them. Don’t regret them. Don’t try and hide them forever. Someone will come along eventually and tell you that they’re alright. If only I actually truly felt this way. I need to find this person who doesn’t mind my skeletons.
The bones were old and dry. They were almost warm in her hand from the sun as she picked them up. The sand shifted under her feet as she moved silently forward, and raised the femur, the tip of it lost in the glare of the sun, and then brought it down to spill blood across the sand.
skeleton is the way i feel
all bared bones
no meat
none of what makes me human
all just
bared bones
Her body twists to-and-fro as her bony skeleton-like appendages dangle in the wind. She smiles and lifts her frail arms to hug you, “I’ve missed you brother.” You obliviously follow her into the darkness, thinking to yourself, ‘Is this really my sister? She’s changed so much.’
Some girls I know are skinny. A lot of girls I know are thin. All of the girls I know seem comfortable in their bodies and don’t mind showing off their ultra flat stomachs and stick legs.
I’m not one of those girls. But I strive to be.
Skeletons in the closet.
Hallowe’en.
Anatomy class.
Bones- shiny and white.
Very thin/anorexia.
High cheekbones.
8 letters.
Raising the dead.
Body shape.
This is something that supports us, keeps us from being huge blobs, its white, brittle at times but I have never broken one. For some reason, I couldn’t possibly be without one, and I dont really know why, Its just I’m running out of shit to type, Skeletons are pretty awesome and dosen’t afraid of anything.
well my phone just broke.. so all i can think about is that. water spilled all over in my volleyball bag and my battery got sooaked. this sucks. oh, yeah.. skeleton.. hmm.. id rather talk about my dead droid. bye bye phone:(
Jack skeleton, oh how wonderful. amazing. He’s the king of the pumpkin patch, that i shall soon marry. We shall have kids that are skeletons and we shall live in Halloween town. Yup, sounds terrific.
You must come to our wedding, its going to be a fright ;D
In years, all that will be left will be a skeleton. The body, the physical features, but more importantly, the memories, the person will be gone. Life is not of the skeleton, but the skeleton holds the life.
i see a skeleton in my closet. it haunts me, laughs at me. until i laugh right back at it. its that old halloween decoration i used in last year’s frightful night when i got 4 apples and no candy.
A skeleton is what you see in an x ray of your body. It also symbolizes Halloween. A skeleton is made up of bones and joints.
Bones shook as the snake slithered along. Empty eye sockets seemed to look around, staring at everything and anything. Its mouth opened as if an invisible tongue was coming out to taste the air, but there was no flesh. The trail left behind looked strange in the half-light.
Macabre, Day of the Dead, and they all rattle out of the soil and stalk the streets. Something empty, like a dusty room, and here they are, rattling around without aim or passion. Limp bones, some falling off and clattering on the floor, artless movement, silently shambling down all the roads, the living dead, some force in the Earth bringing them above, passing all the people in the dark streets like hobos or bums.