I like to sweep with my broom. Unfortunately, when I put on the blue wizard’s hat and took advantage of its magic, then all the brooms in the broom closet came to life and disobeyed me all in one little second. The entire room filled with water….why, yes, I am Mickey mouse.
sweep is a good word. sweeeeeeeep. i am sweeping. i’m not actually sweeping. i’m just sitting here typing about sweeeeeeeeeeeping. sweeeeeep! sweep. what a word. yeah. probably sound a bit wierd now. just talking about sweeping and what not, but meh. sweep. i don’t sweep very often. i don’t know if we have a brush to sweep with actually. i may go find out. but not right now, cos i’m sitting down and i can’t be arsed to move from my comfy corner spot. sweep. what else can you sweep. my dad vacuumed the lawn once. that’s not sweeping, but it’s quite similar. does sweeping actually help. i’m pretty sure vacuum’s are a lot more productive than a person with a brush. a sweeping brush. sweep doesn’t necessarily mean to sweep with a brush though. you can sweep out of a room, sweeping away. sweep sweep sweep. it’s definitely been 60 seconds now. why am i still writing about sweep. ooh, sooty and sweep. i used to like that when i were a kid. i think it’s still on tv, slightly different. the original guy who did the puppets may be dead now. he seemed pretty old when i was little. i may google him to find out what he’s doing.
“I will sweep the anger of my face and sing for the rest of the day”, he answered.
And when I sweep, I will think of the air that will move into space, by my sweep and I fantasies about who will catch my anger by surprise and suddenly scream at a mighty person, like a boss or a king and be amazed about their own daring.
Whoosh. Rick Castle was on the floor, wheezing as a black leather boot prevented him from getting up. “Told you I was good Castle” Beckett smirked, without lifting her leg. “I never doubted it, detective. Maybe I just wanted you on top of me” he leered.
He was a chimney sweep, I could tell by the dark ash covering his body from head to toe. He tipped his hat at me, winking and smiling at the same time. A blush rose to my cheeks, and I willed it away. A lady of my status could not fall for a chimney sweep! It would be seen as uncouth.
I stared out the drowning window as Christian swept his kitchen floor behind me. “Looks like I’m stuck here for a while,” I said, trying to ignore my blond, wet curls that kept dripping on the tile. “It appears so,” he replied. I felt anxious against his calm manner. I thought about walking in the storm. I thought about a lot of things. But in the end, I stayed at Lakeside View Apartment Suites.
I sweep the floors like Cinderella. Her story haunts my brain. I wonder why she was brave enough to go to the ball. What made her have the confidence to dance?
I want to be like Cinderella. I want to be brave. I don’t want to sweep again. I can’t The sweeping reminds me of who i have to be, not who I want to be. Let me be me, please let me be me.
Sweeping. The hay bristles go back and forth across wood, granite, tile, and sound like the waves of the ocean lapping at a sandy shore. A menial task to some, but I take great pleasure in the chore.
I always wish I was a janitor because I could sweep all day long. Just sweep and sweep and sweep, lost in my own thoughts, not caring a toss about the people, just sweeping. Sweeping, observing and thinking and loving. Not having to worry too much about the pressure of deadlines and such like, just sweeping.
Every morning started with the same routine. Open the laundry door, grab the broom from it’s perched place and start with the hard floors. Sweep the main hall, then the secondary hall, then the kitchen
My eyes sweep across the darkly lit room, and my eyes reach him. The one who I hold at nigh and share my smiles with. He stands there, talking to strangers and friends each grinning like a buffoon before he points to me. My heart melts with glee as he shows me off to others, his eyes twinkling with love. I can’t wait to hold him once again.
The worries are being swept away, the pressure is relieved. I feel fine, I feel free. Sweep it all away, and cast your cares to the wind. Repent for past sin and let the fun begin. Sweep the pain away, its time to start a great day.
You must sweep the floor to keep your house clean, especially when you know you are having guests over. A clean house is more comfortable than a dirty house, don’t you think? Also don’t forget to take out the trash!
the floor sweeps up with dust bunnies and silent dirt the bones of fights past fought, and the nights of hunger and the nights of thirst and terror, those nights that haunted you as a child, those nights that linger still years later. those nights that you thought you lost many times but come back, angrier than ever, and you think that perhaps the world is full of ghosts and perhaps i will never stop mourning the loss of my childhood to monsters and darkness, and then you forget all over again and again and again.
Nobody ever cleans behind the refrigerator. Nancy was pretty sure since she’d moved into the apartment she had dropped all sorts of foodstuffs back there just from cleaning off the counter after cooking a big meal. If she was going to do a spring cleaning, she was going to do it right. She never expected to find a finger.
Sam brushed his hair away and set to sweeping the floor of the high school hallway. The checkered squared went past him and began to have a hypnotic effect, as they always did.
the broom swept across the floor. Cinderella, dusty from the day’s hard work, was exhausted. She thought about the ball that would be going on that night and hoped so dearly that her stepmother would let her attend. she dreamt of the perfect baby blue dress adorned with pearls and a sash across the middle.
As the servant swept the leaves off the garden, she realized the mistake she had made. leaving the book open in the study will surely raise suspicion on the matter
It seemed like it was all society would let her do. Sweeping. Cleaning. Staying at home. Women who left the home were severely criticized, more than their male coworkers. We’re so aware of the inequality and sexism in the world, yet we do nothing about. We just silently accept it. Why? Why should we? Why should we accept that more than half the world is being screwed over by the disgusting and misogynistic other half.
Sometimes my mind feels the need to be swept clean of floating thoughts, flying desire, sleepy awareness. I wish it was as simple as sweeping all of the dust and mites, the fog from my head. That glass shelf needs dusting too while I’m at it.
As her servant was sweeping the leaves off the garden, she realized what a big mistake she had made. Leaving the book open in the study will surely raise suspicion on the matter.
the broom crept cross the floor. sweep. Like a marry poppins man. He hated yard work but it had to be done. sweep sweep. The lip of the side walk catches the residual dirt. No point in doing my best.
the waves swept over me, blanketing me with their comforting arms. pull me away, i wanted to say, and drag me into the unknown abyss, and perhaps there I will find myself. perhaps there i will find happiness.
Brooms sweep. Thoughts can be swept from your mind. Is there such a thing as a mind broom? I sure wish there was. If there is something unpleasant persistently plopping up in your mind, you can just pick up the mind broom and sweep it away – woosh! Gone it is! Gone is the embarrassing memory or uncomfortable reminder.
yes, I know, I need to sweep my room! it’s so disgusting at the moment. My mother would be very unhappy with me. But I’m so good at procrastinating, I think I shall leave it for just a little while longer….
Sweeping the dust from your past out of existence, but mourning the self you once lost and being whole, new again. You are a work in progress, a prototype, a raw human being.
Esme opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Just as she suspected, it was red and raw. So much licking, she thought. Too much. She smiled.
Slipping on her house coat and mules, she edged the door and snaked her way out. Bandit, her money cat, was fond of slipping past whenever the door was opened and he liked to explore. Sometimes he’d be gone for days and Esme was not in the mood for hollering her meow-meow-kitty calls all night to see him home safely.
She scuffled over the damp grass to the mailbox and placed the envelopes inside. With a quick prayer to the sweepstakes gods, she raised the red flag so Jasper would know she had letters for him.
“Go to sweep!” she yelled. But the truth is I wasn’t ready to sleep. True it had been a long day but 9pm was way to early for bedtime. “SWEEP!” this time she said it louder. I thought it would be funny to take a broom and start sweeping, that’s when she hit me the broom and ordered me to “sweep.” Mothers always win even when they have a speech impediment.
Sweeping is something you do to clean. Cleaning ladies sweep, if you have one. I don’t, so I sweep. The floor. Not the ceiling. That’d be weird. Alright, times up, bye.
She sweeps in many colors, or something like that. Couldn’t remember the rest of the poem, and I’m pretty sure Dickinson didn’t mean it as literally as I did when I thought it every time she danced through the room in a different, bright skirt that brushed against the floor with a satisfying swooshing sound.
sweeping is a household activity that involves a broom and dirt. One must take the broom and hold it and make motions back and forth with your arms. A sweep is also when a baseball team wins all the games in a series in a row! WOW! That’s really great for a team. Sweeping also happens a lot in other countries. It is a common household item through out the world.
Sweep the floor, dust the ornaments, polish the china until it shines like bone. Feel like you have achieved something even though everything that sparkles and gleams like a bright white tooth will one day be dust.
I remember I went to a camp in the summer for 4 weeks. I loved it. They would make you sweep the cabin every morning. I had never swept before in my life till I got there. I was really bad at it. I thought the point was to push the dirt under things, or spread it out till you couldn’t really see it anymore…
I like to sweep with my broom. Unfortunately, when I put on the blue wizard’s hat and took advantage of its magic, then all the brooms in the broom closet came to life and disobeyed me all in one little second. The entire room filled with water….why, yes, I am Mickey mouse.
sweep or get swepped that’s the question, and by what is the next
someone has
always
swept
all the ugly things
under the rug.
doesn’t make the room cleaner.
sweep is a good word. sweeeeeeeep. i am sweeping. i’m not actually sweeping. i’m just sitting here typing about sweeeeeeeeeeeping. sweeeeeep! sweep. what a word. yeah. probably sound a bit wierd now. just talking about sweeping and what not, but meh. sweep. i don’t sweep very often. i don’t know if we have a brush to sweep with actually. i may go find out. but not right now, cos i’m sitting down and i can’t be arsed to move from my comfy corner spot. sweep. what else can you sweep. my dad vacuumed the lawn once. that’s not sweeping, but it’s quite similar. does sweeping actually help. i’m pretty sure vacuum’s are a lot more productive than a person with a brush. a sweeping brush. sweep doesn’t necessarily mean to sweep with a brush though. you can sweep out of a room, sweeping away. sweep sweep sweep. it’s definitely been 60 seconds now. why am i still writing about sweep. ooh, sooty and sweep. i used to like that when i were a kid. i think it’s still on tv, slightly different. the original guy who did the puppets may be dead now. he seemed pretty old when i was little. i may google him to find out what he’s doing.
“I will sweep the anger of my face and sing for the rest of the day”, he answered.
And when I sweep, I will think of the air that will move into space, by my sweep and I fantasies about who will catch my anger by surprise and suddenly scream at a mighty person, like a boss or a king and be amazed about their own daring.
Whoosh. Rick Castle was on the floor, wheezing as a black leather boot prevented him from getting up. “Told you I was good Castle” Beckett smirked, without lifting her leg. “I never doubted it, detective. Maybe I just wanted you on top of me” he leered.
He was a chimney sweep, I could tell by the dark ash covering his body from head to toe. He tipped his hat at me, winking and smiling at the same time. A blush rose to my cheeks, and I willed it away. A lady of my status could not fall for a chimney sweep! It would be seen as uncouth.
I stared out the drowning window as Christian swept his kitchen floor behind me. “Looks like I’m stuck here for a while,” I said, trying to ignore my blond, wet curls that kept dripping on the tile. “It appears so,” he replied. I felt anxious against his calm manner. I thought about walking in the storm. I thought about a lot of things. But in the end, I stayed at Lakeside View Apartment Suites.
I sweep the floors like Cinderella. Her story haunts my brain. I wonder why she was brave enough to go to the ball. What made her have the confidence to dance?
I want to be like Cinderella. I want to be brave. I don’t want to sweep again. I can’t The sweeping reminds me of who i have to be, not who I want to be. Let me be me, please let me be me.
Sweeping. The hay bristles go back and forth across wood, granite, tile, and sound like the waves of the ocean lapping at a sandy shore. A menial task to some, but I take great pleasure in the chore.
Sweeping up years of loss,
I close my eyes
thinking back
for the last time.
Moving on.
I always wish I was a janitor because I could sweep all day long. Just sweep and sweep and sweep, lost in my own thoughts, not caring a toss about the people, just sweeping. Sweeping, observing and thinking and loving. Not having to worry too much about the pressure of deadlines and such like, just sweeping.
Every morning started with the same routine. Open the laundry door, grab the broom from it’s perched place and start with the hard floors. Sweep the main hall, then the secondary hall, then the kitchen
My eyes sweep across the darkly lit room, and my eyes reach him. The one who I hold at nigh and share my smiles with. He stands there, talking to strangers and friends each grinning like a buffoon before he points to me. My heart melts with glee as he shows me off to others, his eyes twinkling with love. I can’t wait to hold him once again.
The worries are being swept away, the pressure is relieved. I feel fine, I feel free. Sweep it all away, and cast your cares to the wind. Repent for past sin and let the fun begin. Sweep the pain away, its time to start a great day.
It was a clean sweep. I had won every game today, making me the top chess player in the city.
So why didn’t I feel good about it?
Could it be, perhaps, some guilt about having cheated?
No one would ever find such a tiny wireless transmitter, so why was I worried?
You must sweep the floor to keep your house clean, especially when you know you are having guests over. A clean house is more comfortable than a dirty house, don’t you think? Also don’t forget to take out the trash!
the floor sweeps up with dust bunnies and silent dirt the bones of fights past fought, and the nights of hunger and the nights of thirst and terror, those nights that haunted you as a child, those nights that linger still years later. those nights that you thought you lost many times but come back, angrier than ever, and you think that perhaps the world is full of ghosts and perhaps i will never stop mourning the loss of my childhood to monsters and darkness, and then you forget all over again and again and again.
Nobody ever cleans behind the refrigerator. Nancy was pretty sure since she’d moved into the apartment she had dropped all sorts of foodstuffs back there just from cleaning off the counter after cooking a big meal. If she was going to do a spring cleaning, she was going to do it right. She never expected to find a finger.
Sam brushed his hair away and set to sweeping the floor of the high school hallway. The checkered squared went past him and began to have a hypnotic effect, as they always did.
the broom swept across the floor. Cinderella, dusty from the day’s hard work, was exhausted. She thought about the ball that would be going on that night and hoped so dearly that her stepmother would let her attend. she dreamt of the perfect baby blue dress adorned with pearls and a sash across the middle.
As the servant swept the leaves off the garden, she realized the mistake she had made. leaving the book open in the study will surely raise suspicion on the matter
It seemed like it was all society would let her do. Sweeping. Cleaning. Staying at home. Women who left the home were severely criticized, more than their male coworkers. We’re so aware of the inequality and sexism in the world, yet we do nothing about. We just silently accept it. Why? Why should we? Why should we accept that more than half the world is being screwed over by the disgusting and misogynistic other half.
Sometimes my mind feels the need to be swept clean of floating thoughts, flying desire, sleepy awareness. I wish it was as simple as sweeping all of the dust and mites, the fog from my head. That glass shelf needs dusting too while I’m at it.
As her servant was sweeping the leaves off the garden, she realized what a big mistake she had made. Leaving the book open in the study will surely raise suspicion on the matter.
the broom crept cross the floor. sweep. Like a marry poppins man. He hated yard work but it had to be done. sweep sweep. The lip of the side walk catches the residual dirt. No point in doing my best.
the waves swept over me, blanketing me with their comforting arms. pull me away, i wanted to say, and drag me into the unknown abyss, and perhaps there I will find myself. perhaps there i will find happiness.
Brooms sweep. Thoughts can be swept from your mind. Is there such a thing as a mind broom? I sure wish there was. If there is something unpleasant persistently plopping up in your mind, you can just pick up the mind broom and sweep it away – woosh! Gone it is! Gone is the embarrassing memory or uncomfortable reminder.
today i swept the kitchen, sweep is sweet, if someone else does it, sweep and weep
yes, I know, I need to sweep my room! it’s so disgusting at the moment. My mother would be very unhappy with me. But I’m so good at procrastinating, I think I shall leave it for just a little while longer….
Sweeping the dust from your past out of existence, but mourning the self you once lost and being whole, new again. You are a work in progress, a prototype, a raw human being.
Esme opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out. Just as she suspected, it was red and raw. So much licking, she thought. Too much. She smiled.
Slipping on her house coat and mules, she edged the door and snaked her way out. Bandit, her money cat, was fond of slipping past whenever the door was opened and he liked to explore. Sometimes he’d be gone for days and Esme was not in the mood for hollering her meow-meow-kitty calls all night to see him home safely.
She scuffled over the damp grass to the mailbox and placed the envelopes inside. With a quick prayer to the sweepstakes gods, she raised the red flag so Jasper would know she had letters for him.
i sweep i dont sweep, but i do, good, so what, peewsweep, talk, sweep, like now.
“Go to sweep!” she yelled. But the truth is I wasn’t ready to sleep. True it had been a long day but 9pm was way to early for bedtime. “SWEEP!” this time she said it louder. I thought it would be funny to take a broom and start sweeping, that’s when she hit me the broom and ordered me to “sweep.” Mothers always win even when they have a speech impediment.
Sweeping is something you do to clean. Cleaning ladies sweep, if you have one. I don’t, so I sweep. The floor. Not the ceiling. That’d be weird. Alright, times up, bye.
She sweeps in many colors, or something like that. Couldn’t remember the rest of the poem, and I’m pretty sure Dickinson didn’t mean it as literally as I did when I thought it every time she danced through the room in a different, bright skirt that brushed against the floor with a satisfying swooshing sound.
sweeping is a household activity that involves a broom and dirt. One must take the broom and hold it and make motions back and forth with your arms. A sweep is also when a baseball team wins all the games in a series in a row! WOW! That’s really great for a team. Sweeping also happens a lot in other countries. It is a common household item through out the world.
Sweep the floor, dust the ornaments, polish the china until it shines like bone. Feel like you have achieved something even though everything that sparkles and gleams like a bright white tooth will one day be dust.
I remember I went to a camp in the summer for 4 weeks. I loved it. They would make you sweep the cabin every morning. I had never swept before in my life till I got there. I was really bad at it. I thought the point was to push the dirt under things, or spread it out till you couldn’t really see it anymore…
Sweeping, something we all do, but not just in our homes. Sometimes it does involve cleaning, cleaning out the unhealthy things in your life.