I want to be swept off my feet. I don’t know if Dan can do it. And I feel as if Jason only swept me off my feet that one night, before we started dating. Back when things were simpler. Back when he wasn’t a jackass. I also hate the fact that every thought I have automatically goes back to those times….those times when for one brief moment, I actually believed that I could be that lucky and that happy. That’s sad.
I swept her off my feet and put her on the horse, we rode off into the sunset on the beautiful beach together, and all was fine and amazing. It was a simple moment, but an extraordinary, magical, happy ending. I’ll never forget it.
I can’t think of anything else. It’s like it’s all melted into the morning sun. I don’t know where any of it went. All of this has swept it all out. There’s no room left in my head for anything else. Not even tumbleweeds. I watch that new sun come up and start to wonder if perhaps… That’s the way it was supposed to be. I know nothing more than this and nothing less than it. The problem is, where do I go from here?
I was swept away by the emotion of it all. Swept along with the tide, with the tsunami of desire. It was crazy it was fun. But then like all big waves with attitude, it catapulted me into the sand bank.
Swept away by the wind, the sad little plastic bag tumbles over the urban landscape like tumbleweed on the prairie.
It’s short life is extended by this beautiful moment, where it flies away, free, and will not be pinned down into any rubbish dumps or recycling centres.
I go swept off my feet while walking to school, just a small glance and it was over , it never occured to me that it would happen but there he was helping me up off the ground on a cold frosty moring.
i was swept away by the thought of you last night. you took my mind to a whole new place. i hate how i can’t hate you
i love you
i will always love you
i will
i will
you are home
i need to venture out
i love home
She swept it all under the rug. The drinking, the smoking, the yelling…the blood, the bruises. She was just fine hiding it all away and pretending everything was fine. He was creeped out by her friendliness. His rug wasn’t big enough to hide the dysfunction in their relationship.
he came in on a horse and there i was in my beautiful dress and he swept me off my feet into a world that i could never have imagined. There was love everywhere and nothing could of possible been wrong when i was in his arms. I loved him. Truely and for real i loved him. No one could tell me any different.
Really that’s all that comes to mind. That and sweeping.
I swept for years before I got a vacuum. I don’t have carpeting, and brooms were just easier to store. To this day I still have a small broom and dustpan hanging from the side of my toilet, from when I used to flush kitty litter and would inevitably spill some on the floor.
The avalanche of snow swept her down the hill. She screamed and reached for her friend being pulled in the other direction. Soon they were lost in a sea of white powder cascading toward the bottom.
I knew that eventually one day I would be swept away. I just never figured it would be so soon. That’s when I discovered that he wasn’t a broom, and I shouldn’t want to be the dust on the floor. I’m better than that. I deserve my own recognition. I shouldn’t wait for someone to create my happiness. I’m better than that. I know what I’m here for.
The carpet in my room needs to be swept, or more specifically it needs to be vacuumed. My roommate never vacuums, so I always have to walk across campus to go check out a vacuum and lug it back to our room to vacuum. Sometimes I just let the carpet say dirty for a month. It is so irritating when my roommate never makes an effort to vacuum.
Swept. Swept under the rug. Swept clean. Secrets, hidden behind carpets, hidden behind doors. Forgiveness, remembering, grudges. Swept under the rug, so that everything looks nice. Swept under the rug, as though everything makes sense.
She pulls your hair back into a tight ponytail; you’re shivering underneath the frail black sheet to keep the hair from gathering all over your body. She grabs the scissors, and begins to chop. Your hair is gone, and as she styles the rest, you stare at the ponytail on the table in front of you. Once your hair is perfectly cropped, the old hair lies on the ground, waiting to be swept away. Years of growth has vanished.
I swept the ashes out from under the fireplace. It was time to move on, to let go. The ashes were the last pieces of him left in the house. That is not to say they were his; oh no. It was just that he was the one who would always light the fire. After my scalding incident when I was a child I never liked to touch fire.
“If I created this,” I said, “then that explains a lot.”
“How so?”
“It all has an unfinished look to it. Not like the reality I remember at all. It’s more like my drawings — where I draw the important features, but the details are either sketchy or non-existent.”
he was swept away
under the table
never to be seen by daylight
or the unhappy faces that used to appear before him.
He was swept up in superficiality and reality
time to stow away
to be alone
to live in the ideal
world
inside his brain
safe again.
She swept her emotions away like dirt under the rug. There was no process of disposal, just a scattering, a general push away. She couldn’t stomach a dirty floor, nor could she take a heart so packed with feelings, so she swept.
i got swept away when i saw him… all my problems and bad thoughts disappeared and a state of good has taken all over me. it’s like when you hear a song or have in your view a great sight.
A motion that arises on account of a movement from left to right or right to left or top to bottom or bottom to top or any combination of the 4 directions of motion on 2 axis, but perhaps it is on 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or an infinite number of dimensions, it is hard to tell.
swept all the leaves away from the path in the busy street, the man swept her off her feet she had never been treated this way but she could sure get used to being swept of her feet
Me: No, I have idea where I’ll end up! I might be under a rug, knocked off my feet, taken out to sea, or all three!
Swept: Well, sure it’s a risk.
Me: And?
Swept: No. I’m just stating it’s a risk you have to take, because you’re right, there’s no telling where you’ll end up if you let me take you away. But I’d really like to do just that if you’ll let me. Trust me, I’m worth the risk.
Me: Damn, you’re kind of a persuasive word. Let me think about it.
away i was gone like the wind oh my goodness mickey just swore i don’t know what to write now why is this going on and on on and on am I allowed to backspace? because I Just did. I’m getting carried away with this thing and it’s like the word swept.. swept away. Gone with the wind is a movie. I hear it’s good but I’ve never watched it. I kind of want to… but it’s also an old film. Sometimes I have trouble appreciating old movies and I feel like I should anyway.
I was swept inward by the way you stared at my eyes, unafraid of the future and the lies and hurt that lay ahead. You, in that instant, were incredible. I could not lie or do anything else by lie beside you and look into the night. If I was lonely, I could not tell.
I want to be swept off of my feet. Like in the movies. Cinderella gets swept off her feet by a charming prince, so why shouldn’t I get that opportunity. I want someone to come and rescue me from my misery, please.
I always dream about meeting a man who I can say, “he swept me off my feet”. That would really make me happy. From what I have learned, seen, and experienced, this idea simply does not exist. I hope I can someday prove my experiences wrong.
The ocean tides were swept away from her feet. She watched as they came back to kiss her toes, and watched as they were swept away again, always coming back just to quickly leave. She felt her emotions were the same, always returning in quick, cold bursts and then retreating back where they were hidden, and no one could separate them from the bigger picture.
i have to clean this old house and i`ll start by seeping in the kitchen. this house is a mess, but i`ll make it look really nice, because i`m good at it.
i was swept off my feet when i saw him. he is quite the magical being to completely sweep me away with nothing but his eyes. thats beautiful. thats love.
Swinging a broom back and forth across the deck
Wind blows making this a rough job
Ending with a big backyard bonfire
Plenty of friends come over for warmth
Time to make s’mores!
Swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.
I tried to escape many times, but at this point I think I’ll just give up.
No one cares, no one sees, no one wants to help me out.
I’ve been swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.
She was swept off of her feet.
That’s a cliche.
No, she took her broom and swept the porch until there was no more dirt.
The dirt was from sage-girl’s shoes up and down on the porch at midnight. There was some screaming and a lot of giggles and dancing and swinging and running all over the place.
Because that’s what teenage girls do.
But when Seneca saw sage-girl, she was swept off of her feet.
The wind swept back the blonde hair off the girls perspiring neck. Sitting on the old tree stump, with her black sunglasses on, the breeze was welcomed. A bird chirped in the distance, and the sun began to set. Finally, she was happy.
i was swept away by your looks and your smell, the way you laugh at random things and how you are always moving, we were so close, but you did not know my feelings. for i had hide them, away from everyone. though i regret it now, i hope someday you will know.
I want to be swept off my feet. I don’t know if Dan can do it. And I feel as if Jason only swept me off my feet that one night, before we started dating. Back when things were simpler. Back when he wasn’t a jackass. I also hate the fact that every thought I have automatically goes back to those times….those times when for one brief moment, I actually believed that I could be that lucky and that happy. That’s sad.
I swept her off my feet and put her on the horse, we rode off into the sunset on the beautiful beach together, and all was fine and amazing. It was a simple moment, but an extraordinary, magical, happy ending. I’ll never forget it.
I can’t think of anything else. It’s like it’s all melted into the morning sun. I don’t know where any of it went. All of this has swept it all out. There’s no room left in my head for anything else. Not even tumbleweeds. I watch that new sun come up and start to wonder if perhaps… That’s the way it was supposed to be. I know nothing more than this and nothing less than it. The problem is, where do I go from here?
I was swept away by the emotion of it all. Swept along with the tide, with the tsunami of desire. It was crazy it was fun. But then like all big waves with attitude, it catapulted me into the sand bank.
Swept away by the wind, the sad little plastic bag tumbles over the urban landscape like tumbleweed on the prairie.
It’s short life is extended by this beautiful moment, where it flies away, free, and will not be pinned down into any rubbish dumps or recycling centres.
I go swept off my feet while walking to school, just a small glance and it was over , it never occured to me that it would happen but there he was helping me up off the ground on a cold frosty moring.
i was swept away by the thought of you last night. you took my mind to a whole new place. i hate how i can’t hate you
i love you
i will always love you
i will
i will
you are home
i need to venture out
i love home
She swept it all under the rug. The drinking, the smoking, the yelling…the blood, the bruises. She was just fine hiding it all away and pretending everything was fine. He was creeped out by her friendliness. His rug wasn’t big enough to hide the dysfunction in their relationship.
The next thing I knew I swept into the air, riding with clouds and the wind. One step closer to my goal and one step closer to knowing him.
he came in on a horse and there i was in my beautiful dress and he swept me off my feet into a world that i could never have imagined. There was love everywhere and nothing could of possible been wrong when i was in his arms. I loved him. Truely and for real i loved him. No one could tell me any different.
My thoughts have been wiped clean, all swept under the bed, to be taken out and used another day.
Swept away…
Really that’s all that comes to mind. That and sweeping.
I swept for years before I got a vacuum. I don’t have carpeting, and brooms were just easier to store. To this day I still have a small broom and dustpan hanging from the side of my toilet, from when I used to flush kitty litter and would inevitably spill some on the floor.
The avalanche of snow swept her down the hill. She screamed and reached for her friend being pulled in the other direction. Soon they were lost in a sea of white powder cascading toward the bottom.
I knew that eventually one day I would be swept away. I just never figured it would be so soon. That’s when I discovered that he wasn’t a broom, and I shouldn’t want to be the dust on the floor. I’m better than that. I deserve my own recognition. I shouldn’t wait for someone to create my happiness. I’m better than that. I know what I’m here for.
The carpet in my room needs to be swept, or more specifically it needs to be vacuumed. My roommate never vacuums, so I always have to walk across campus to go check out a vacuum and lug it back to our room to vacuum. Sometimes I just let the carpet say dirty for a month. It is so irritating when my roommate never makes an effort to vacuum.
Swept. Swept under the rug. Swept clean. Secrets, hidden behind carpets, hidden behind doors. Forgiveness, remembering, grudges. Swept under the rug, so that everything looks nice. Swept under the rug, as though everything makes sense.
She pulls your hair back into a tight ponytail; you’re shivering underneath the frail black sheet to keep the hair from gathering all over your body. She grabs the scissors, and begins to chop. Your hair is gone, and as she styles the rest, you stare at the ponytail on the table in front of you. Once your hair is perfectly cropped, the old hair lies on the ground, waiting to be swept away. Years of growth has vanished.
I swept the ashes out from under the fireplace. It was time to move on, to let go. The ashes were the last pieces of him left in the house. That is not to say they were his; oh no. It was just that he was the one who would always light the fire. After my scalding incident when I was a child I never liked to touch fire.
My eyes swept the area from horizon to horizon.
“If I created this,” I said, “then that explains a lot.”
“How so?”
“It all has an unfinished look to it. Not like the reality I remember at all. It’s more like my drawings — where I draw the important features, but the details are either sketchy or non-existent.”
he was swept away
under the table
never to be seen by daylight
or the unhappy faces that used to appear before him.
He was swept up in superficiality and reality
time to stow away
to be alone
to live in the ideal
world
inside his brain
safe again.
She swept her emotions away like dirt under the rug. There was no process of disposal, just a scattering, a general push away. She couldn’t stomach a dirty floor, nor could she take a heart so packed with feelings, so she swept.
i got swept away when i saw him… all my problems and bad thoughts disappeared and a state of good has taken all over me. it’s like when you hear a song or have in your view a great sight.
A motion that arises on account of a movement from left to right or right to left or top to bottom or bottom to top or any combination of the 4 directions of motion on 2 axis, but perhaps it is on 3 or 4 or 5 or 6 or an infinite number of dimensions, it is hard to tell.
swept all the leaves away from the path in the busy street, the man swept her off her feet she had never been treated this way but she could sure get used to being swept of her feet
Swept: Aw, come on!!!
Me: No, I have idea where I’ll end up! I might be under a rug, knocked off my feet, taken out to sea, or all three!
Swept: Well, sure it’s a risk.
Me: And?
Swept: No. I’m just stating it’s a risk you have to take, because you’re right, there’s no telling where you’ll end up if you let me take you away. But I’d really like to do just that if you’ll let me. Trust me, I’m worth the risk.
Me: Damn, you’re kind of a persuasive word. Let me think about it.
cleaned, finished. Out the door. Moving on to next task. dust mites, fuzz bunnies, all taken care of. Progress.
away i was gone like the wind oh my goodness mickey just swore i don’t know what to write now why is this going on and on on and on am I allowed to backspace? because I Just did. I’m getting carried away with this thing and it’s like the word swept.. swept away. Gone with the wind is a movie. I hear it’s good but I’ve never watched it. I kind of want to… but it’s also an old film. Sometimes I have trouble appreciating old movies and I feel like I should anyway.
I was swept inward by the way you stared at my eyes, unafraid of the future and the lies and hurt that lay ahead. You, in that instant, were incredible. I could not lie or do anything else by lie beside you and look into the night. If I was lonely, I could not tell.
I want to be swept off of my feet. Like in the movies. Cinderella gets swept off her feet by a charming prince, so why shouldn’t I get that opportunity. I want someone to come and rescue me from my misery, please.
I always dream about meeting a man who I can say, “he swept me off my feet”. That would really make me happy. From what I have learned, seen, and experienced, this idea simply does not exist. I hope I can someday prove my experiences wrong.
The ocean tides were swept away from her feet. She watched as they came back to kiss her toes, and watched as they were swept away again, always coming back just to quickly leave. She felt her emotions were the same, always returning in quick, cold bursts and then retreating back where they were hidden, and no one could separate them from the bigger picture.
i have to clean this old house and i`ll start by seeping in the kitchen. this house is a mess, but i`ll make it look really nice, because i`m good at it.
i was swept off my feet when i saw him. he is quite the magical being to completely sweep me away with nothing but his eyes. thats beautiful. thats love.
death
that’s all…
now I have too much free time. more than 60 second!
sea
Swinging a broom back and forth across the deck
Wind blows making this a rough job
Ending with a big backyard bonfire
Plenty of friends come over for warmth
Time to make s’mores!
Swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.
I tried to escape many times, but at this point I think I’ll just give up.
No one cares, no one sees, no one wants to help me out.
I’ve been swept away, under the rug, to a place where no one can find me.
She was swept off of her feet.
That’s a cliche.
No, she took her broom and swept the porch until there was no more dirt.
The dirt was from sage-girl’s shoes up and down on the porch at midnight. There was some screaming and a lot of giggles and dancing and swinging and running all over the place.
Because that’s what teenage girls do.
But when Seneca saw sage-girl, she was swept off of her feet.
The wind swept back the blonde hair off the girls perspiring neck. Sitting on the old tree stump, with her black sunglasses on, the breeze was welcomed. A bird chirped in the distance, and the sun began to set. Finally, she was happy.
i was swept away by your looks and your smell, the way you laugh at random things and how you are always moving, we were so close, but you did not know my feelings. for i had hide them, away from everyone. though i regret it now, i hope someday you will know.