we swayed from side to side to the music, unaware of the gunshots getiing louder. we belonged and nothing else mattered. finally being taken away, we were one. the red poppy like stain bloomed on the ground, but we felt no pain. we were being released.
we swayed from side to side to the music, unaware of the gunshots getiing louder. we belonged and nothing else mattered. finally being taken away, we were one. the red poppy like stain bloomed on the ground, but we felt no pain. we were being released.
i love to sway in the wind. I don’t know why I wrote that. I’m using stumbleupon and the last page i saw was a dog on a baby swing. technically, he was swaying. I don’t understand why i’m doing this. I was told to just write about swaying and not think. I sway sometimes when I’m …. I don’t know.
sway way hay bay I’m in the sea waiting for you to come I’m in a small boat and I know that soon you’ll come to kill me. You’ll kill me dead. You’ll kill me dead but I don’t care.
The tree started to sway with each chop of the axe. It wouldn’t be long now. The tree would come down and with it, the monster that has been eating the children. It was a time of retribution.
The tree started to sway with each chop of the axe. It wouldn’t be long now. The tree would come down and with it, the monster that has been eating the children. It was a time of retribution.
The aspens swayed in the breeze as though there was a young girl inside each, laughing at the wind and smiling to the sky. You wandered through the ever shifting patches of light and shadow, your eyes turned away from the the
i sway to the beat when i hear a good song.
when i’m standing in the hallway and your eyes catch mine i sway and have to keep myself standing.
when you kiss me i sway.
the weeping willows sway in the breeze.
when you kiss me i sway.
i sway to the beat when i hear my favorite song.
my white sundress sways in the breeze as i run along the beach.
The trees sway and night falls in to the earth. I think. Where will I go when the stars are gone? Where will I go when I feel still? My soul. Still. Swaying.
The ship’s sway had grown all but unnoticed in Davies’ time on board. He’d thought that jumping a ship and stowing away would be a free ticket to the easy life. The bosun’s shadow suddenly blotting out the sun reminded him that he was supposed to be scrubbing blood off the decks from the engagement last night, and he worked just a little harder.
Her hair swayed in the salty wind as she looked down at the sea below her. It wasn’t that far of a drop but it was enough. Soon the thing she loved most would set her free from the pain of life.
The trees moved slowly in the light summer wind. Underneath the leaves, sun dripped on the faces of two young brothers. They were waiting. Waiting for the start of the game that they knew was coming. Piecemeal, others began to materialize in the field. From all directions silent footsteps, only audible with the occasional snapped twig or rustled tall grasses. A religious experience. Now swarms, organized without direction or communication. One boy slips into the lower limbs of a particular craggy crab apple tree, a bandanna streaming from his pocket. Opposite another small form reaches up into branches. The game is about to begin. Whooping and hollering combatants clash.
Everyhing swayed in wind, it was a perfect day in october. She had never seen anything so beautifl, he was perfect, and wonderful, and all hers. They laided with eachother under the swaying trees and looked at eachother with loving eyes. They where in love, and it was all thanks to to the swaying, falling leaves on the perect tree.
as i sway to and fro all i can think about is the undying feeling of someone watching me. I turn in my chair to be met with the loving stair of my mother. “What do you want?” I ask. “Nothing,” she says. Ive Known my mom too long to take this as the correct answer.
Swaying back and forth, the sail of the ship creaked loudly. I sat at the edge of the docks, watching her, tethered, alone. A ship that was made to sail was now tied and empty. Such a pity.
I sway this way and that way, unfortunately, but my goal is to decide and act and stop the sway. Pisces that I am, this is challenging and I am up for it. If it’s to be it’s up to me.
i swayed a chicken with my ass, it flew on top of a big cheesecake, the cheesecske was on fire and i drank from it. the chicken then ate my shit with pleasure, as i proceeded to drink my own piss from a pool of larvae, oh yes, swaying is funny, you know, swaying makes me want to eat pussies lol!
I sway this way and that way, unfortunately, but my goal is to decide and act and stop the sway. Pisces that I am, this is challenging and I am up for it. If it’s to be it’s up to me.
her hair swayed in the wind similar to a palm tree, it wasn’t anything unusual or different, it just was what nature has given to us today. i hate to think she’d sit so still, but of course wouldn’t we all wish to be in constant motion?
we swayed from side to side to the music, unaware of the gunshots getiing louder. we belonged and nothing else mattered. finally being taken away, we were one. the red poppy like stain bloomed on the ground, but we felt no pain. we were being released.
By hadia on 02.13.2010
we swayed from side to side to the music, unaware of the gunshots getiing louder. we belonged and nothing else mattered. finally being taken away, we were one. the red poppy like stain bloomed on the ground, but we felt no pain. we were being released.
By hadia on 02.13.2010
i love to sway in the wind. I don’t know why I wrote that. I’m using stumbleupon and the last page i saw was a dog on a baby swing. technically, he was swaying. I don’t understand why i’m doing this. I was told to just write about swaying and not think. I sway sometimes when I’m …. I don’t know.
By nick on 02.13.2010
sway way hay bay I’m in the sea waiting for you to come I’m in a small boat and I know that soon you’ll come to kill me. You’ll kill me dead. You’ll kill me dead but I don’t care.
By Ed on 02.13.2010
The tree started to sway with each chop of the axe. It wouldn’t be long now. The tree would come down and with it, the monster that has been eating the children. It was a time of retribution.
By Doug McIntire on 02.13.2010
The tree started to sway with each chop of the axe. It wouldn’t be long now. The tree would come down and with it, the monster that has been eating the children. It was a time of retribution.
By Doug McIntire on 02.13.2010
Sway in the breeze. Dance for me.
Breath and sing and sway.
There is nothing but tomorrow. Balance yourself unusually. Sway. for me.
By Lucy Castillo on 02.13.2010
swaying swaying what a land of buety what a ;and oh how I treasure it how how i swaying swaying to sawy to fly oh to sw
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
Suspended above the sand and enveloped in the soft fabric she swayed in the hammock, oblivious to the world and to what awaited her.
By traveler on 02.13.2010
Wait I’m new here. It’s always sway? Or is it a new thing every day. Hey! That rhymed! I’m the shit.
By ed on 02.13.2010
movement go with the way thnings flow just sway….patrick swayze…lol…he moved with such grace
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
as i sway to the music, i open my eyes and see him standing there, off a little way in the distance, staring. Our eyes meet through the crowd
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
swagger sweat
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
Seducing the point. bending in the breeze, moving to unheard or heard music. A dance of palms
By Kaleel on 02.13.2010
The aspens swayed in the breeze as though there was a young girl inside each, laughing at the wind and smiling to the sky. You wandered through the ever shifting patches of light and shadow, your eyes turned away from the the
By eloise on 02.13.2010
slow movement
direction
repeatedly
calm
swing
hips
partner
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
i sway to the beat when i hear a good song.
when i’m standing in the hallway and your eyes catch mine i sway and have to keep myself standing.
when you kiss me i sway.
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
the weeping willows sway in the breeze.
when you kiss me i sway.
i sway to the beat when i hear my favorite song.
my white sundress sways in the breeze as i run along the beach.
By Alyssa on 02.13.2010
The trees sway and night falls in to the earth. I think. Where will I go when the stars are gone? Where will I go when I feel still? My soul. Still. Swaying.
By Corilyn on 02.13.2010
The sway of the fabric of her dress was hypnotic as she walked away from me.
By cee cee on 02.13.2010
One god one world humans live on
Word of wisdom Word of love
Belong to one and all
One me one you one all word is us
By Tammy Admire on 02.13.2010
The ship’s sway had grown all but unnoticed in Davies’ time on board. He’d thought that jumping a ship and stowing away would be a free ticket to the easy life. The bosun’s shadow suddenly blotting out the sun reminded him that he was supposed to be scrubbing blood off the decks from the engagement last night, and he worked just a little harder.
By Daniel M. on 02.13.2010
Sway to the whispers
Let the winds carry me aloft
Sway on the clouds with the winds
Nothing can hold me still that I am
sway to the spirit I feel
By Tammy Admire on 02.13.2010
Although we all try to standfast to our integrity, our friends often cause us to Sway from our intentions.
By ken on 02.13.2010
Her hair swayed in the salty wind as she looked down at the sea below her. It wasn’t that far of a drop but it was enough. Soon the thing she loved most would set her free from the pain of life.
By Megan on 02.13.2010
The trees moved slowly in the light summer wind. Underneath the leaves, sun dripped on the faces of two young brothers. They were waiting. Waiting for the start of the game that they knew was coming. Piecemeal, others began to materialize in the field. From all directions silent footsteps, only audible with the occasional snapped twig or rustled tall grasses. A religious experience. Now swarms, organized without direction or communication. One boy slips into the lower limbs of a particular craggy crab apple tree, a bandanna streaming from his pocket. Opposite another small form reaches up into branches. The game is about to begin. Whooping and hollering combatants clash.
By Peter on 02.13.2010
Sway does the dry grass like currents in the fields. Sway does my heart at sights like this that heal the earth.
By Corilyn on 02.13.2010
Everyhing swayed in wind, it was a perfect day in october. She had never seen anything so beautifl, he was perfect, and wonderful, and all hers. They laided with eachother under the swaying trees and looked at eachother with loving eyes. They where in love, and it was all thanks to to the swaying, falling leaves on the perect tree.
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
we could sway in the breeze
an evening sunny sundown breeze
if only I could sway you to come into my arms
and love me the way I love you
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
sway. The article I read swayed my stanch opinion on the issue.
By Emily on 02.13.2010
birds, dancing, way, play, may, they, its pink, four letters, there is a y in it, pigs, swine, stay, leave.
By stacie on 02.13.2010
as i sway to and fro all i can think about is the undying feeling of someone watching me. I turn in my chair to be met with the loving stair of my mother. “What do you want?” I ask. “Nothing,” she says. Ive Known my mom too long to take this as the correct answer.
By Anonymous on 02.13.2010
Swaying back and forth, the sail of the ship creaked loudly. I sat at the edge of the docks, watching her, tethered, alone. A ship that was made to sail was now tied and empty. Such a pity.
By June on 02.13.2010
I sway this way and that way, unfortunately, but my goal is to decide and act and stop the sway. Pisces that I am, this is challenging and I am up for it. If it’s to be it’s up to me.
By Michele on 02.13.2010
i swayed a chicken with my ass, it flew on top of a big cheesecake, the cheesecske was on fire and i drank from it. the chicken then ate my shit with pleasure, as i proceeded to drink my own piss from a pool of larvae, oh yes, swaying is funny, you know, swaying makes me want to eat pussies lol!
By Robin Stachon on 02.13.2010
non so cosa voglia dire comunque mi ricorda way, quindi la strada da seguire nella mia esistenza. quale sar
By berta on 02.13.2010
I sway this way and that way, unfortunately, but my goal is to decide and act and stop the sway. Pisces that I am, this is challenging and I am up for it. If it’s to be it’s up to me.
By Michele on 02.13.2010
schwaying isch very fun you know. schwaying to the beat, lischening to the treesch schway in the wind, on a tropical island. itsch very nische
By eliza on 02.13.2010
Toro Rosso’s Jaime PORNTUBE 60 Seconds PORNOTV
By ToroRosso on 02.13.2010
her hair swayed in the wind similar to a palm tree, it wasn’t anything unusual or different, it just was what nature has given to us today. i hate to think she’d sit so still, but of course wouldn’t we all wish to be in constant motion?
By Met on 02.13.2010