I am highly strung. Is that right? You don’t know, because you don’t know me. Too bad. The washing is strung on the line. It hangs there not knowing what to do. Sort of like you, because you don’t know what to say next. Strung is a funny word.
There he was, laying on the floor, staring blankly into space. He looked at the ceiling, wondering what had gone wrong with his life, and when. He was completely strung out, the alcohol and drugs surrounded him. And he just sobbed for the loss of innocence.
I was strung together with bits and pieces. Not physically, per se, but emotionally. Like all the parts of me were strung together with bits of hope. Hope was like those little plastic ties on clothing tags- almost invisible, hanging on like a thread, but still the thing keeping it attached. I couldn’t help my bits and pieces were strung together so thinly and almost invisibly…
Strung out. stressed. So tired, overwhelmed, everything is just really stressful right now, I am strained and exhausted, I need to get away for a while. Or maybe forever. I just want to get in my car and drive so far away from this hot city and all the people here and start over again.
My heart was strung accross the room. It didn’t matter how it got there, but maybe it did. The title that my heart was thinking of at the time was the “Tell Tale Heart” but that also does not matter. What does not matter I knew were the things I thought that did at the time, school, internet, and other now seemingly unimportant aspects of a teenage life. Where was I going and who was I to be? Those were the questions that I desired to be answered at that moment: I did not linger on the past.
She was strung out again–she couldn’t stay away from the drugs. They were her life force; moreso then the blood that flowed through her veins. She was one of the few druggies left that didn’t care that she was a druggie. Rather, she embraced it. Once you hit a higher plane of learning, you can’t go back.
like the string that is unbalanced. That institute of velocity and pitch carried upon the impulse of a simple twinge from the finger. keep this pace faster and louder and you will hear the loud cry that it has just like this very sentence.
The first note had been strung and he was ready. There were very few things in life he was prepared for but today’s fight was the most important fight he’d ever faced.
that thing is past of string and to string we are in tune to the things that we are made of, the things that are around us, the very nature we do invest our worth into and become one with it. We are to plucked and to be found in harmony with our circumstances and if not, we could become broken at the worst or simply forced into resynchronizing and again being buried alive in the music of life.
strung out. not on booze and not on drugs. strung out on love. is exhausting trying to make a relationship work, yet so satisfying when you do. strung out in a good way, strung out in a bad way. its addicting.
I’m all strung out
is this really what it’s all about
how do you spend your nights
drinking in these many sights
I’m all strung out
with nothing to talk about
I was strung from atop a building. No one was around to watch. I felt as if it were my last moments. I could feel a tear roll over my cheekbone. I thought of the life I never had, the aspirations I would never complete, the fame I would never amount to until after my tragic death, it was all just so.. surreal.
I’m high strung and worn out ta the same time. the instense heat of the day is bringing me down. At the same time, I’m thinking about haviing to meet a mean bastard tomorrow!
She’s strung herself up
Hanging out not to dry
She does not flail
She no longer cries
All she can do
Is hold herself high
She comes and she goes,
A breeze at your side
Ever hesitating
And never quite available
For your endless chant
And ceaseless care
And as for you?
You’re no longer there.
My life is strug all across my room there are clues to it dripping on the walls and hanging from the celluing only the ones i love can stick me back to geather again
what? I think this might have been a vocab root for my english exam. Awesome. Well maybe I am strung too far. Yeah, well I wish I could sing, it would be great.
strung up tangled in the strings of my violin wanting to get free only one thing holds me back my family i will stay in this tangled mess untill the true problem is dead.
In the back yard the laundry fluttered, yellow, ragged, strung on a wire that ran between the trailer and the truck that dad brought home one night, won in a bet and having never touched it’s wheels to pavement since. Daddy preferred the kind of cars that collected critters in the wheel wells and sprouted grass in the fenders.
High strung. What do you mean, high strung? They are trying to hurt me! They are trying to kill me! I only wish I could tell you. Maybe you wouldn’t call me high strung then.
Highly strung, moi? I don’t think so… What is highly strung anyway? I think – is it like snobby or something? I have no idea. I also have no idea why missing people and murders fascinate me so much. I guess I’m just weird like that. I’m also weird in general. Is it also weird that I want to be a forensic pathologist? My mum thinks it’s just coz i saw some on tv, but it’s not.
Im strung out like a kite on a rainy day trying to find their parents they lost in the gulf war. He was from Bulgaria, his parents from Bravaria, they were seperated during the gulf war, on the coast of Bombay, split up and torn apart by out of control indians. And everyone thinks kite’s have no soul.
Strung up above you are those damn Christmas lights we always fought over. Really, all we ever did was fight, which I guess led you to lie like a lump in your own blood puddle now.
Strung like a bow and arrow. Or a really stressful situation. Like that. Wow. It makes me think of Robin Hood. Robin Hood was a good book. But I liked The Odyssey more.
pearls. I see a beautiful elegant necklace that I have bought for my mother. She is wearing it in Mallorca. I am there with my family and we are all staying in my beautiful villa with my husband who is fabulously wealthy…I am happy for the first time in my life. I have love, health wealth and a life partner…ahh life is not good, but fabulous….
marbles lined up on a wool string?
By Vzp URL on 06.10.2010
I am highly strung. Is that right? You don’t know, because you don’t know me. Too bad. The washing is strung on the line. It hangs there not knowing what to do. Sort of like you, because you don’t know what to say next. Strung is a funny word.
By anotherauthor URL on 06.10.2010
There he was, laying on the floor, staring blankly into space. He looked at the ceiling, wondering what had gone wrong with his life, and when. He was completely strung out, the alcohol and drugs surrounded him. And he just sobbed for the loss of innocence.
By Jen Holder URL on 06.10.2010
I was strung together with bits and pieces. Not physically, per se, but emotionally. Like all the parts of me were strung together with bits of hope. Hope was like those little plastic ties on clothing tags- almost invisible, hanging on like a thread, but still the thing keeping it attached. I couldn’t help my bits and pieces were strung together so thinly and almost invisibly…
By Caitlin on 06.10.2010
Strung out. stressed. So tired, overwhelmed, everything is just really stressful right now, I am strained and exhausted, I need to get away for a while. Or maybe forever. I just want to get in my car and drive so far away from this hot city and all the people here and start over again.
By Stephanie URL on 06.10.2010
My heart was strung accross the room. It didn’t matter how it got there, but maybe it did. The title that my heart was thinking of at the time was the “Tell Tale Heart” but that also does not matter. What does not matter I knew were the things I thought that did at the time, school, internet, and other now seemingly unimportant aspects of a teenage life. Where was I going and who was I to be? Those were the questions that I desired to be answered at that moment: I did not linger on the past.
By Casey Cliff on 06.10.2010
She was strung out again–she couldn’t stay away from the drugs. They were her life force; moreso then the blood that flowed through her veins. She was one of the few druggies left that didn’t care that she was a druggie. Rather, she embraced it. Once you hit a higher plane of learning, you can’t go back.
By Liz URL on 06.10.2010
like the string that is unbalanced. That institute of velocity and pitch carried upon the impulse of a simple twinge from the finger. keep this pace faster and louder and you will hear the loud cry that it has just like this very sentence.
By Riddler on 06.10.2010
The first note had been strung and he was ready. There were very few things in life he was prepared for but today’s fight was the most important fight he’d ever faced.
By LManns URL on 06.10.2010
that thing is past of string and to string we are in tune to the things that we are made of, the things that are around us, the very nature we do invest our worth into and become one with it. We are to plucked and to be found in harmony with our circumstances and if not, we could become broken at the worst or simply forced into resynchronizing and again being buried alive in the music of life.
By Riddler URL on 06.10.2010
strung out. not on booze and not on drugs. strung out on love. is exhausting trying to make a relationship work, yet so satisfying when you do. strung out in a good way, strung out in a bad way. its addicting.
By rachel on 06.10.2010
I’m all strung out
is this really what it’s all about
how do you spend your nights
drinking in these many sights
I’m all strung out
with nothing to talk about
By Kay URL on 06.10.2010
I was strung from atop a building. No one was around to watch. I felt as if it were my last moments. I could feel a tear roll over my cheekbone. I thought of the life I never had, the aspirations I would never complete, the fame I would never amount to until after my tragic death, it was all just so.. surreal.
By taylor on 06.10.2010
strung. strung out. strung too tightly. strung like a harp. These are mostly things that I am, and one thing I am not… the harp one.
Strung is what I need to not be.
By Ellie on 06.10.2010
don’t string me along I’m already strung out on today’s worry
I worry for too long and I hurt thoes around me. I drove thoes who love me crazy.
By Samantha on 06.10.2010
I’m high strung and worn out ta the same time. the instense heat of the day is bringing me down. At the same time, I’m thinking about haviing to meet a mean bastard tomorrow!
By Marcus on 06.10.2010
his pants hung loose, bulging around his ancles. Pants for a man. Around his waist he used a cord as a belt, pulled tight between his hips and ribs,
By Flyderkov URL on 06.10.2010
Strung out. Strung along. I’m so strung out my hands are shaking my eyes are drier than that road that twists through the desert.
By Blair Apgar on 06.10.2010
Up on a wire, looking down at the city. Revolving slowly, seeing them scurry. I frown. Not sure I would want to get down, even if I knew how.
By Kay URL on 06.10.2010
She’s strung herself up
Hanging out not to dry
She does not flail
She no longer cries
All she can do
Is hold herself high
She comes and she goes,
A breeze at your side
Ever hesitating
And never quite available
For your endless chant
And ceaseless care
And as for you?
You’re no longer there.
By Kristie URL on 06.10.2010
I strung the last bead onto the thread. What a great gift, I thought as I lay the bracelet on the cloth. The best gift.
By Flutterbye96 on 06.10.2010
I am strung out. The clouds are strung across the sky. Strung, stung. I hate life I’m going to kill myself.
By yovanna URL on 06.10.2010
My life is strug all across my room there are clues to it dripping on the walls and hanging from the celluing only the ones i love can stick me back to geather again
By booboonuba2 URL on 06.10.2010
what? I think this might have been a vocab root for my english exam. Awesome. Well maybe I am strung too far. Yeah, well I wish I could sing, it would be great.
By Julia on 06.10.2010
strung up tangled in the strings of my violin wanting to get free only one thing holds me back my family i will stay in this tangled mess untill the true problem is dead.
By booboonumba2 URL on 06.10.2010
In the back yard the laundry fluttered, yellow, ragged, strung on a wire that ran between the trailer and the truck that dad brought home one night, won in a bet and having never touched it’s wheels to pavement since. Daddy preferred the kind of cars that collected critters in the wheel wells and sprouted grass in the fenders.
By Meredith URL on 06.10.2010
strung. high strung. strings strings of christmas lights. stung by a bee.
By Kelsey on 06.10.2010
High strung. What do you mean, high strung? They are trying to hurt me! They are trying to kill me! I only wish I could tell you. Maybe you wouldn’t call me high strung then.
By Raiya Moon on 06.10.2010
Strung neck. Hanging. The gallows.
To strung out, too much stress, I’m strung out.
I can’t balance out my life, what’s more important?
Strung. String.
By Steph on 06.10.2010
we’re strung along on this path of something we don’t understand. Strung together, forever.
By asia on 06.10.2010
out, he is strung out by life what a crock; life is a series of events that we all must experience, so get over the shit and try living.
By D on 06.10.2010
Highly strung, moi? I don’t think so… What is highly strung anyway? I think – is it like snobby or something? I have no idea. I also have no idea why missing people and murders fascinate me so much. I guess I’m just weird like that. I’m also weird in general. Is it also weird that I want to be a forensic pathologist? My mum thinks it’s just coz i saw some on tv, but it’s not.
By Nia on 06.10.2010
Im strung out like a kite on a rainy day trying to find their parents they lost in the gulf war. He was from Bulgaria, his parents from Bravaria, they were seperated during the gulf war, on the coast of Bombay, split up and torn apart by out of control indians. And everyone thinks kite’s have no soul.
By steve french URL on 06.10.2010
Strung up above you are those damn Christmas lights we always fought over. Really, all we ever did was fight, which I guess led you to lie like a lump in your own blood puddle now.
By Spanish John URL on 06.10.2010
strung is a word to mean striking the strings of a guitar to make a sound. It also means being in state of euphoria. As in “strung out”.
By kraig on 06.10.2010
Strung up, like a rope.. high strung, like that teacher I used to know. All strung out, stretched just a little too far. Strung…
By Tams on 06.10.2010
string… i dont know… strung up on love.. idk.. hahaha. ummmmmmmmm ?!?!?!? yeah that was interesting…
By Brittani URL on 06.10.2010
Strung like a bow and arrow. Or a really stressful situation. Like that. Wow. It makes me think of Robin Hood. Robin Hood was a good book. But I liked The Odyssey more.
By LA LA on 06.10.2010
pearls. I see a beautiful elegant necklace that I have bought for my mother. She is wearing it in Mallorca. I am there with my family and we are all staying in my beautiful villa with my husband who is fabulously wealthy…I am happy for the first time in my life. I have love, health wealth and a life partner…ahh life is not good, but fabulous….
By Ken Troy on 06.10.2010
whisper
you re just a whisper away
oh my mind is blowing away smb help me.. please..
By qouqou on 06.10.2010