Under my house, in the basement, is a man. I don’t know what he’s doing there, he’s just there. I come up and talk to him to ask him what he’s doing. He says he’s looking for my brother. Why? I ask him. He says he found his ball. Why are you in the basement when you found my brother’s ball? He says it was the easiest way to get in our house to kill us all.
under the sky, the great white shark ate the begging sunset. It was the time of day when the sky and all around it seemed to be fading into the nothingness of split air. It was Captain short beards time of day to get drunk with his men and rave about women.
My name is Erin Elaine Izer. I live is the tiny town of DeWitt, Iowa. I do love it here, great place to grow up and raise a family. I really would not like to live in a big city, I love small town DeWitt.
i fall. there’s nothing above me.
only the sky and the crisp fall air.
there is nothing more to do then just wait.
wait until i fall into the water.
under the deep blue beauty.
where i shall end my existence.
under the burden
of a long sleepless night
lies the meaning of the wilderness
so cold and frightened
he tells me he is a master thief
he steals what he can
and when things break
he walks away
almost unnoticed
but I see the blankness in your eyes
you cannot hide from yourself
even if you can lie
to your mother
thunder? lightning lighting in this room is awful i feel like I’m under on a surgery table but not quite like half of me is anesthetized and the other half is watching the scalpel and oh my god its cutting me and is this what it must be like to have an out of body experience? close enough for rock and roll.
i was under the rock. i don’t know what i was doing there but i liked it. it was cool and moist. it was a nice place to get away as long as the bugs weren’t there. when i brought my dog he liked to eat the bugs. they made afunny crunching sound when he chewed on them
he hides beneath the ground, too deep under to see him, when he rises you would be wise to say your prayers for he doesn’t let his prey escape. He will capture you and pull you down under, never to see light again.
You symbolize the under handed
Over pampered person lacking strife
You under achieved over perceived
Your contributions to my life
Your always lying never trying
Conversations I can do without
It’s my finely toned home grown
Intellect that causes you doubt
he is under the bus. it is his fault for everything that is wrong. Mess up a play, doesnt matter if it was him or not. he is under all of the starters, he will never play. after all this time and dedication, hell never see the day.
Under this smile is a tear. Under all of the laughter, there is a sad weeping. Under these blue eyes is a sadness you will never know. people come and go, but the past is never far. I tell myself not to let it shape me, but it is all I know. So where do I end up? Understanding is hard to do.
Under the bed is where the monsters hide. Under the covers is where the children hide from the monsters under the bed. Is there a monster under your bed? Are you hiding under your covers?
Underneath the bed where monsters roam. Sharp-toothed green creatures, foaming at the mouth waiting for the steps of a child to make their dinner, dessert, or their whole day. Monsters kept hidden by darkness.
Under my house, in the basement, is a man. I don’t know what he’s doing there, he’s just there. I come up and talk to him to ask him what he’s doing. He says he’s looking for my brother. Why? I ask him. He says he found his ball. Why are you in the basement when you found my brother’s ball? He says it was the easiest way to get in our house to kill us all.
I hide under my bed when I’m scared. Just kidding
I put my paper under my hand so nobody would take it. This paper was very important to me because it have my homework on it.
I found my phone under the bed.jose
under the sky, the great white shark ate the begging sunset. It was the time of day when the sky and all around it seemed to be fading into the nothingness of split air. It was Captain short beards time of day to get drunk with his men and rave about women.
There is a monster hiding under my bed. Under the cement there is dirt. under my fingers is the keyboard.
I like to go under my blankets when I’m sleeping. there is a gun under my pillow.
Love as it goes, love till it goes, love not it has goes, and love love before it shows. Love. -ESEGCEAS C.S E.X
Under the desk
Under the world
I messed up on this the first time
So i did it again
That was embarrassing
Under the covers
Under the bed
Under my legs
My name is Erin Elaine Izer. I live is the tiny town of DeWitt, Iowa. I do love it here, great place to grow up and raise a family. I really would not like to live in a big city, I love small town DeWitt.
i fall. there’s nothing above me.
only the sky and the crisp fall air.
there is nothing more to do then just wait.
wait until i fall into the water.
under the deep blue beauty.
where i shall end my existence.
under the table
under the chair
under the bed
under your feet
little paws scurry
like theres no where to go
Under the bridge there was a small stream in north Germany. There lived a…
under the burden
of a long sleepless night
lies the meaning of the wilderness
so cold and frightened
he tells me he is a master thief
he steals what he can
and when things break
he walks away
almost unnoticed
but I see the blankness in your eyes
you cannot hide from yourself
even if you can lie
to your mother
under what? where are you? Wonder. Sunder.
thunder? lightning lighting in this room is awful i feel like I’m under on a surgery table but not quite like half of me is anesthetized and the other half is watching the scalpel and oh my god its cutting me and is this what it must be like to have an out of body experience? close enough for rock and roll.
From under the water, the sky looks garbled. The sun is as fluid as an egg yolk. Clouds are imperceptible the further down you go.
i was under the rock. i don’t know what i was doing there but i liked it. it was cool and moist. it was a nice place to get away as long as the bugs weren’t there. when i brought my dog he liked to eat the bugs. they made afunny crunching sound when he chewed on them
I look under my dark bed and i see something long and scary hairy… then i realized it was my fat hamster oreo. :O
Under the bridge a sleeping man. Under the table children yell and play.
he hides beneath the ground, too deep under to see him, when he rises you would be wise to say your prayers for he doesn’t let his prey escape. He will capture you and pull you down under, never to see light again.
I was under a tree when I soon realized that what I had done was wrong.
You symbolize the under handed
Over pampered person lacking strife
You under achieved over perceived
Your contributions to my life
Your always lying never trying
Conversations I can do without
It’s my finely toned home grown
Intellect that causes you doubt
caves, mines, collapsing, Trapped, Gases
Under the bridge the girl sat- weeping for she was sad. She needed on thing- Jesus the Christ.
underneath my skin,
inside my veins,
flowing endlessly.
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underneath your clothes,
i can’t wait to put my hands.
under.
Saying I’m stressed for finals would be the biggest understatement of the year.
he is under the bus. it is his fault for everything that is wrong. Mess up a play, doesnt matter if it was him or not. he is under all of the starters, he will never play. after all this time and dedication, hell never see the day.
Under this smile is a tear. Under all of the laughter, there is a sad weeping. Under these blue eyes is a sadness you will never know. people come and go, but the past is never far. I tell myself not to let it shape me, but it is all I know. So where do I end up? Understanding is hard to do.
Under the bed is where the monsters hide. Under the covers is where the children hide from the monsters under the bed. Is there a monster under your bed? Are you hiding under your covers?
i found a spider under my bed.
Underneath the bed where monsters roam. Sharp-toothed green creatures, foaming at the mouth waiting for the steps of a child to make their dinner, dessert, or their whole day. Monsters kept hidden by darkness.
if you have ever seen under your heart you will most likely wont see a difrance……..
When I go swimming I go underwater. Probably most of us do. It is a lot of fun to sit under the water . Do you think swimming underwater if fun?
When I looked under the piece of rotting stuff,I knew I had a lot of mucking out to do for my goat.
Under is to be below something. Not above.
“Don’t go into the water under the bridge,” My mother would say.
I heard something under my bed. I looked and it was just my cat.
i went under the basketball hoop in my volley ball tournament
Under the water, it looked so different from up top.It as kind of scary, it was my first time under there.
under the mistletoe, water under the bridge, under and over, under pressure.