It strung to me that the strings were hard to see or hard to play. But the sound was nevertheless extraordinary, safe. It tele-transported me. It was only of need of a magic touch to release its rhythm. And yet it was never truly fulfilling, for I was always longing for more.
Days have gone by, or at least you think they have. Nights as well. It’s all a blur. Somewhere between the booze and the drugs it all blended together. You feel strung out, tired, sick. Your insides are churning. You want to throw up but nothing’s coming out. And you want to ask for help, scream, shout, something, but your voice is gone. You’re done.
You’ve strung yourself on the branches of my memories.
Did it intentionally.
Because you need me to think about it.
Without it , you cease.
…Contemptuous prick.
She was a very high strung individual. Every little thing in her life was a great big drama. It was rather hard to witness and probably even harder to live.
The clothesline was strung between the only two trees in crystal’s yard. Her husband would be home soon from his job at the quarry and want dinner on the table. Tonight was meatloaf and she was
High and bright like a star that can’t stop shining, even though she desperately wants to. When people look at you and see providence there’s really nothing that can be done, because this starburst that you are will forever define you until you break into bits of nothingness (supernova?). It starts out with you strung from the heavens like some celestial God, and next thing you know, you’re strung up by the neck and life just seems as deep and unattainable as the blackness of deep space.
I strung the two beads onto the wire, not sure where to go from there. They were purple; a rasther unassuming color at best, but they were sparkly, like gems that they were supposed to resemble. I added a blue one; one thatt looked circular but was really facetted.
i was strung along by a quite few people before I left home. My mother, my father, my girlfriend. That’s what made leaving so easy. I just sort of packed up and left. Didn’t have much of a plan except to get in my car, empty my bank account and hit the road. which is exactly what I did. I haven’t looked back since.
high strung, my mom is high strung and it drives me nuts. when we work together she talks to much and i cant get a single word in. she asks all these questions and i don’t know what to say to them then she stops at the end and just looks at me like i’m supposed to remember the first question she asked. it’s like that bus joke when the answer is ‘you’re the bus driver’
The stumpy child skipped merrily into the butcher’s, her eyes darting from place to place, glancing at cow carcasses strung up by cable, incomprehensible signs and appropriately cuts of meat packaged in shrink-wrap, neatly arranged on the sterile and white shelves.
She took the liberty of inhaling as deep as she could, taking in the rich scents of raw and cooked meat alike. Her red, tacky and glittery twinkled and scintillated as she spun towards the counter, pirouetting several times before coming to a standstill.
The glass countertop showcased what Mr. Joel’s specials were today, small cards with scruffy writing sitting before the trays indicating what they were. She couldn’t read at 4 years old, but from her adequate bank of meaty knowledge, she deciphered that there was lamb, beef, and something else.
Where was Joel?, she thought. He was always at a counter, preparing one thing or another.
I’d been roped up into something again. Every day, it seems like, I get strung up into some half-baked deal, given no details – and when I am it’s through a scribbled note pushed under the door – by shady figures who I never see the faces of. If I weren’t such a grounded and respectable figure, it’d be enough to make me paranoid.
I danced along the edge of the light hoping noone would see me yet desparately wishing someone, anyone would notice me. As usual no one did so I continued my nervous
i find myself laid out, piece by piece, as if you are my engineer and i am the pieces of a satellite. there is something pulling on my left arm, as if you have tied something to me, so i cannot float away. but the clouds pull farther and i split in half.
‘strung’ usually describes stringed instruments in the state of having strings on them. e.g. violin, bass et cetera. strung is the state in which desire is subdued and not allowed to occur as the person involved is already occupied but so yearns for another.
s a v e m e p l e a s e ?
strung up and tied down that is what makes me feel so highly strung. I ain’t born this way you know, its all the bullshit that folk expect for me to take that makes me feel like punching someone in hte face!!! All shocken up and fucked up with this strung up!!
out fear loathing lost finding the path trail unwinding finding belonging longing to live to breathe no restraint no ties just GO bee happy not confined to these palces and people who are fake they make you strung out and uneasy never calm and happ
Like maybe you’re being strung along again. Like maybe this one will like you. Like maybe she won’t be looking for something you don’t have, never claimed to have, aren’t even sure what having would involve. Like maybe, somehow, despite all the evidence, there really is someone for everyone.
The policeman strung his baton up in the middle of the police station. It had been a hard day, he wished some people would just stop committing crimes for a second or two. Honestly, couldn’t he get a break? Girls running around selling their bodies, boys running around selling drugs. Was it too much to ask for a day off. or even a day with a little less action?
I was STRUNG. Strung, now what, now what, trapped here, crazy trapped, uncapable of going anywhere, being here strung, what, I’m not even sure of what this means, just writing, writing, and what is there to write, I wonder, what is there to say. Everyonw has said everything about string and other stated, I can’t say more stop.
He strung the guitar in a soft gentle way as he was writing a song. The song was based on a poem he read in his a level class. It was written by wordsworth and he really didn’t like it. But hew thought it would be funny to write a little song about it.
The animal was strung up to drain its life blood. The group rejoyced for they will feast tonight. The women search the woods for things to eat with the meat.
Highly strung is what i am especially when my hormone levels are what they are just before my menstrual cycle. That is a bit personal but it is infact true. I tend to be over emotional, cry a lot and get annoyed at things that would otherwise not annoy me. This is really a shame both for me and my family.
His feet swung. Like a sick pendulum. Back and forth while the last of his tremors were wrung from his body. One twitch. Two. And then blackness. But the swaying kept on. A reminder as the warmth left his body.
As you passively walked through the residential cobblestone roads of this quaint Italian city, you were confined by the clothes strung on clotheslines reaching across the street from apartment to apartment, only feet above your head.
Strung out. The only words he could think of when he looked at her crumpled against the wall. Her hair hung in clumped dirty stands, giving new meaning to the description dirty blonde. Her petite body now bordered on emaciated and her blue eyes were sunken and hollow.
A man was strung up on that tree many years ago. He was said to have murdered three innocent men in the night, and so the towns people had took his live body and tied him up. They hung him and he dangled there for many minutes, flaring around, trying to break free, but too late. He was dead and they burned the corpse and the ropes, then the children laughed and danced. No one goes near that tree anymore.
Tausend Menschen. Sie stehen da mit großen Augen und sehen mich an. Verdammt, ich bin nervös. Wie soll ich ihnen erklären, dass ich sie nicht wegschicken möchte. Weder in den Irak noch irgendwo anders hin.Ich möchte diese angereihten Massen nicht fortschicken, nicht den Tod überlassen. Aber so ist es eben,nicht war.
i am strung out. i am lost. i confused and jumbled and feeling too much. I am tired. exhausted. gone. over. wishing for more.
I have been traveling, trekking, searching and longing.
I have it and now the feelings are vast; have enveloped all of me.
He was high strung after all the events of the day. Flopping onto the couch, he flipped on the tv, absentmindedly scrolling through the channels. Stupid…stupid…pointless. What was happening to society? He just wanted some quality shows, was that too much to ask for?
It strung to me that the strings were hard to see or hard to play. But the sound was nevertheless extraordinary, safe. It tele-transported me. It was only of need of a magic touch to release its rhythm. And yet it was never truly fulfilling, for I was always longing for more.
Drugs. Rock. Sex. Alcohol. The mid 1900s. THE LIFE.
Days have gone by, or at least you think they have. Nights as well. It’s all a blur. Somewhere between the booze and the drugs it all blended together. You feel strung out, tired, sick. Your insides are churning. You want to throw up but nothing’s coming out. And you want to ask for help, scream, shout, something, but your voice is gone. You’re done.
You’ve strung yourself on the branches of my memories.
Did it intentionally.
Because you need me to think about it.
Without it , you cease.
…Contemptuous prick.
She was a very high strung individual. Every little thing in her life was a great big drama. It was rather hard to witness and probably even harder to live.
The clothesline was strung between the only two trees in crystal’s yard. Her husband would be home soon from his job at the quarry and want dinner on the table. Tonight was meatloaf and she was
Strung out, rung out, hung out to dry.
You said, I said, we said goodbye.
Now I’ve learned all my lessons, my tears are dry
Don’t got enough water in me left to cry
strung along piece of string han
g
i
n
g on to every word until all of a sudden
desrever
High and bright like a star that can’t stop shining, even though she desperately wants to. When people look at you and see providence there’s really nothing that can be done, because this starburst that you are will forever define you until you break into bits of nothingness (supernova?). It starts out with you strung from the heavens like some celestial God, and next thing you know, you’re strung up by the neck and life just seems as deep and unattainable as the blackness of deep space.
I strung the two beads onto the wire, not sure where to go from there. They were purple; a rasther unassuming color at best, but they were sparkly, like gems that they were supposed to resemble. I added a blue one; one thatt looked circular but was really facetted.
i was strung along by a quite few people before I left home. My mother, my father, my girlfriend. That’s what made leaving so easy. I just sort of packed up and left. Didn’t have much of a plan except to get in my car, empty my bank account and hit the road. which is exactly what I did. I haven’t looked back since.
high strung, my mom is high strung and it drives me nuts. when we work together she talks to much and i cant get a single word in. she asks all these questions and i don’t know what to say to them then she stops at the end and just looks at me like i’m supposed to remember the first question she asked. it’s like that bus joke when the answer is ‘you’re the bus driver’
She carefully strung her threading through the loom so she could make her next weaving. She knew it would be beautiful.
You seem like a very high-strung person. Relax a little!
The stumpy child skipped merrily into the butcher’s, her eyes darting from place to place, glancing at cow carcasses strung up by cable, incomprehensible signs and appropriately cuts of meat packaged in shrink-wrap, neatly arranged on the sterile and white shelves.
She took the liberty of inhaling as deep as she could, taking in the rich scents of raw and cooked meat alike. Her red, tacky and glittery twinkled and scintillated as she spun towards the counter, pirouetting several times before coming to a standstill.
The glass countertop showcased what Mr. Joel’s specials were today, small cards with scruffy writing sitting before the trays indicating what they were. She couldn’t read at 4 years old, but from her adequate bank of meaty knowledge, she deciphered that there was lamb, beef, and something else.
Where was Joel?, she thought. He was always at a counter, preparing one thing or another.
I’d been roped up into something again. Every day, it seems like, I get strung up into some half-baked deal, given no details – and when I am it’s through a scribbled note pushed under the door – by shady figures who I never see the faces of. If I weren’t such a grounded and respectable figure, it’d be enough to make me paranoid.
I danced along the edge of the light hoping noone would see me yet desparately wishing someone, anyone would notice me. As usual no one did so I continued my nervous
i find myself laid out, piece by piece, as if you are my engineer and i am the pieces of a satellite. there is something pulling on my left arm, as if you have tied something to me, so i cannot float away. but the clouds pull farther and i split in half.
‘strung’ usually describes stringed instruments in the state of having strings on them. e.g. violin, bass et cetera. strung is the state in which desire is subdued and not allowed to occur as the person involved is already occupied but so yearns for another.
s a v e m e p l e a s e ?
one would say. ukulele. duhnuhuhuh.
strung up and tied down that is what makes me feel so highly strung. I ain’t born this way you know, its all the bullshit that folk expect for me to take that makes me feel like punching someone in hte face!!! All shocken up and fucked up with this strung up!!
out fear loathing lost finding the path trail unwinding finding belonging longing to live to breathe no restraint no ties just GO bee happy not confined to these palces and people who are fake they make you strung out and uneasy never calm and happ
I was strung out on love songs and champagne. Intoxicated by your scent. Enthralled in your beauty. I am yours.
There’s a feeling you get when you’re waiting.
Like maybe you’re being strung along again. Like maybe this one will like you. Like maybe she won’t be looking for something you don’t have, never claimed to have, aren’t even sure what having would involve. Like maybe, somehow, despite all the evidence, there really is someone for everyone.
Like maybe this time things will be different.
Tense and pulled out… stuck between multiple things.
Don’t be so strung up…..
SHUT UP!!!
ok…..
The policeman strung his baton up in the middle of the police station. It had been a hard day, he wished some people would just stop committing crimes for a second or two. Honestly, couldn’t he get a break? Girls running around selling their bodies, boys running around selling drugs. Was it too much to ask for a day off. or even a day with a little less action?
I was STRUNG. Strung, now what, now what, trapped here, crazy trapped, uncapable of going anywhere, being here strung, what, I’m not even sure of what this means, just writing, writing, and what is there to write, I wonder, what is there to say. Everyonw has said everything about string and other stated, I can’t say more stop.
He strung the guitar in a soft gentle way as he was writing a song. The song was based on a poem he read in his a level class. It was written by wordsworth and he really didn’t like it. But hew thought it would be funny to write a little song about it.
The animal was strung up to drain its life blood. The group rejoyced for they will feast tonight. The women search the woods for things to eat with the meat.
Highly strung is what i am especially when my hormone levels are what they are just before my menstrual cycle. That is a bit personal but it is infact true. I tend to be over emotional, cry a lot and get annoyed at things that would otherwise not annoy me. This is really a shame both for me and my family.
His feet swung. Like a sick pendulum. Back and forth while the last of his tremors were wrung from his body. One twitch. Two. And then blackness. But the swaying kept on. A reminder as the warmth left his body.
As you passively walked through the residential cobblestone roads of this quaint Italian city, you were confined by the clothes strung on clotheslines reaching across the street from apartment to apartment, only feet above your head.
Strung out. The only words he could think of when he looked at her crumpled against the wall. Her hair hung in clumped dirty stands, giving new meaning to the description dirty blonde. Her petite body now bordered on emaciated and her blue eyes were sunken and hollow.
A man was strung up on that tree many years ago. He was said to have murdered three innocent men in the night, and so the towns people had took his live body and tied him up. They hung him and he dangled there for many minutes, flaring around, trying to break free, but too late. He was dead and they burned the corpse and the ropes, then the children laughed and danced. No one goes near that tree anymore.
Tausend Menschen. Sie stehen da mit großen Augen und sehen mich an. Verdammt, ich bin nervös. Wie soll ich ihnen erklären, dass ich sie nicht wegschicken möchte. Weder in den Irak noch irgendwo anders hin.Ich möchte diese angereihten Massen nicht fortschicken, nicht den Tod überlassen. Aber so ist es eben,nicht war.
i am strung out. i am lost. i confused and jumbled and feeling too much. I am tired. exhausted. gone. over. wishing for more.
I have been traveling, trekking, searching and longing.
I have it and now the feelings are vast; have enveloped all of me.
As they glide over the frets, each string sings a different story with every strike. In this way, no two strums are ever the same.
there was an invisible thread
made of time
one end yours
and
one end mine
Don’t get strung out. Don’t let other people get you strung out. String in. Tighten all the strings you have.
He was high strung after all the events of the day. Flopping onto the couch, he flipped on the tv, absentmindedly scrolling through the channels. Stupid…stupid…pointless. What was happening to society? He just wanted some quality shows, was that too much to ask for?