wine. grapevines and sunshine are all I want to see today. The grapevine also makes me wish I had country music and my dance partner. If you combine all of that, that would be my perfect day. Vines
Vines are sometimes green, long, pointy, but yet romantic at times. They have all kinds of characteristics! Tarzan swings from vine to vine. Romeo climbed vines to be with Juliet… His true love. Vines are characterized by all different kinds of things.
The vines outside my house
slowly start to take over
and trap me inside
but I’ve long given up
on the idea that
the outside meant
any kind of freedom for me.
And I watch as the vines grow
and the way they can’t
stand on their own
and think to myself
that they’re lucky
that when people get
their fruit it can at least
be used for celebrations
and they help people
want to be more free-
which is more than what
you can say for me.
Ivy that grows up the walls of your home and makes it beautiful, or roses that grow up the walls on vines. Beauty comes from all of natures gifts and enhances the world we live in! Vines make things Beautiful
vines creaping over a degrading criss-cross of wood.
do the vines know that they are clingy? that maybe, no one wants to be covered by them, smothered by them?
Do they know where they are going, do they map it out, using some sick sense? or do they simply crawl blind, feeling, not knowing when it is that their path will simply stop-
There were hundreds of them, thick vines curling like snakes around a great, rusted hunk of metal.
It was only upon moving closer that he realised the metal was a car; old and weather-worn and creaking occasionally in the wind that blustered through the clearing.
That window. The one I passed on my way to work everyday. It looked like something from another world. A fairy castle. Or a prison, I suppose, depending on how you looked at it. There were bars framing it, but it was the ivy that made it memorable. Laced around in a thick, green mesh, clinging onto the wall around it. I always wished I’d taken a picture, but when I finally brought my camera along and was in the right lane at the exact spot for the perfect picture, the ivy was no more than dry, entwined twigs. I suppose it was too much to ask that it be evergreen as well.
The vines grre over the tomb. It lay forgotten and the years came and passed and the sides rusted. People came and left, died and were born again in the terrific power of the ancient flood. Come find again the mystique of the century I currently live within the time always lving benath the vines.
The one time I went to church, they told me that god was the vine and the people were the fruit. I innocently asked what happens to those that didn’t believe in God and was told that they were the vines that “shrivel up and die.” I didn’t go back to church.
Twining on my head
the day I fall to dust
from wooden, splintered wood
where blood ekes from my laughing scar tissue
Vines, digging thorns into sweated skin
Courage, you see
We always want more
For us, for them, the world at large is who we live for.
they are green and long they have leaves growing in each on
and if that is what they only have and they are used for swiing and climbing
and doing different thing for the animals in the world.
I’m in a forest all i see is vines,
monkey’s swinging form the vines,
the green vines dangling form the high tree tops,
I see all kinds of animals in the trees,
I’m swinging on a green vine,
i feel like I’m a monkey I’m swinging with a lot a monkeys,
Nothing feels better than swinging in a forest with the monkeys,
they are green and long and you can swing from them they help the animals and help us to do things that we never imagined doing in a natural place and when they
my vines wrapped around him like the moon, chaos and confusion all wound together in the muscles like old shoe strings, you and I were simply breathing, simplying being. I let my vines loosen, let them trail down along your back, your skin, your perfect cheek.
my first and only violent love
was a schoolyard boy named david
whose father shot himself on a baseball field
he cried until he choked me
and then he said sorry
and held me tighter
Vines. The word makes me shiver. The long almost scaly arms reaching out and keeping me from where I want to be. This is me and I don’t like it. I don’t like the vines that are holding me back, keeping me from me.
in the hills in southern calfornia
you can see miles wide of the vines
what a wonderful sight that is, to wake up to every single day
to see the sun rise over the vines, its a sight
it is beyond belief
the smell, the sight, everything is beyond anything you will ever know
Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free. This is hard but this is me, this is my life.
Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free.
Vines are climbing through me making it hard to move. I realize my fears are tying me down and making me unsure of what to do. I can’t find the scissors to cut my way out. I just want to scream I just want to shout. Help me find a way through the vines. There are so many things to do in this life.
Lines, Vines, & Trying Times. I remember listening to that.
Vines tangle you and choke you, make you bleed with their thorns.
Vines of grapes to make sweet wine. Drink it; you’ll feel better.
The school, covered in vines, looked forbidding and angry as I looked up at it from down the hill. I didn’t want to spend four years here. I didn’t! Everyone else here was a genius. I wasn’t. Or at least I didn’t think so. Adults told me so, but adults do not know anything.
“See you later, dear,” said my mum.
“Don’t leave me here,” I whispered.
Vines
Vines are beautiful things, are they not? They can conceal worlds behind them, all the while containing many many worlds of lives within their own roots, for vines do not age like any other plant, they live for lifetimes, seeing many stories that they cannot ever tell to another being. Beautiful thing, is it not?
wine. grapevines and sunshine are all I want to see today. The grapevine also makes me wish I had country music and my dance partner. If you combine all of that, that would be my perfect day. Vines
first look at your own faults before you set out to improve others..
i love vines and swinging upon them
back and forth just like tarzan
when ever i grow up i will be just like him
vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines, vines,
Vines are sometimes green, long, pointy, but yet romantic at times. They have all kinds of characteristics! Tarzan swings from vine to vine. Romeo climbed vines to be with Juliet… His true love. Vines are characterized by all different kinds of things.
The vines outside my house
slowly start to take over
and trap me inside
but I’ve long given up
on the idea that
the outside meant
any kind of freedom for me.
And I watch as the vines grow
and the way they can’t
stand on their own
and think to myself
that they’re lucky
that when people get
their fruit it can at least
be used for celebrations
and they help people
want to be more free-
which is more than what
you can say for me.
a root from a flower and when you touch it it hurt
Vines in the trees and vines in the ground the vines growing by the house there everywhere :0
There are tree vines in the forest and in the rainforest.monkeys swing on tree vines
Ivy that grows up the walls of your home and makes it beautiful, or roses that grow up the walls on vines. Beauty comes from all of natures gifts and enhances the world we live in! Vines make things Beautiful
vines creaping over a degrading criss-cross of wood.
do the vines know that they are clingy? that maybe, no one wants to be covered by them, smothered by them?
Do they know where they are going, do they map it out, using some sick sense? or do they simply crawl blind, feeling, not knowing when it is that their path will simply stop-
The vines were beautiful, entwining and always reaching for the sky. I wish I was a vine so I could always dance.
There were hundreds of them, thick vines curling like snakes around a great, rusted hunk of metal.
It was only upon moving closer that he realised the metal was a car; old and weather-worn and creaking occasionally in the wind that blustered through the clearing.
That window. The one I passed on my way to work everyday. It looked like something from another world. A fairy castle. Or a prison, I suppose, depending on how you looked at it. There were bars framing it, but it was the ivy that made it memorable. Laced around in a thick, green mesh, clinging onto the wall around it. I always wished I’d taken a picture, but when I finally brought my camera along and was in the right lane at the exact spot for the perfect picture, the ivy was no more than dry, entwined twigs. I suppose it was too much to ask that it be evergreen as well.
The vines grre over the tomb. It lay forgotten and the years came and passed and the sides rusted. People came and left, died and were born again in the terrific power of the ancient flood. Come find again the mystique of the century I currently live within the time always lving benath the vines.
the vines were curling around the doorframe. i wondered what it could possibly mean, as the cat had said that they were going to give me a clue.
The one time I went to church, they told me that god was the vine and the people were the fruit. I innocently asked what happens to those that didn’t believe in God and was told that they were the vines that “shrivel up and die.” I didn’t go back to church.
Twining on my head
the day I fall to dust
from wooden, splintered wood
where blood ekes from my laughing scar tissue
Vines, digging thorns into sweated skin
Courage, you see
We always want more
For us, for them, the world at large is who we live for.
they are green and long they have leaves growing in each on
and if that is what they only have and they are used for swiing and climbing
and doing different thing for the animals in the world.
I’m in a forest all i see is vines,
monkey’s swinging form the vines,
the green vines dangling form the high tree tops,
I see all kinds of animals in the trees,
I’m swinging on a green vine,
i feel like I’m a monkey I’m swinging with a lot a monkeys,
Nothing feels better than swinging in a forest with the monkeys,
i hear the vines outside
and the shape of the vines are round
and also i can see it when i go by
and people can see the vines.
I see so may vines
streaming up the water spout
til the dark comes out
they are green and long and you can swing from them they help the animals and help us to do things that we never imagined doing in a natural place and when they
Vines
are long
are green
are blue
monkey can swag on it
they are short or long
monkeys are happy
my vines wrapped around him like the moon, chaos and confusion all wound together in the muscles like old shoe strings, you and I were simply breathing, simplying being. I let my vines loosen, let them trail down along your back, your skin, your perfect cheek.
fun and wildness rope
hangen from trees
swinen back and forth
with a wild felling
swinen back and forth
they are green and stiff
hanging high from trees
what a wild thing to see
my first and only violent love
was a schoolyard boy named david
whose father shot himself on a baseball field
he cried until he choked me
and then he said sorry
and held me tighter
The vines blind together.
Forming something stronger than ever.
when 2 and 2 are together they will always be together.
Just start out as little anoying weeds
then sprout up and climb anything they can
it is also anoying to try to get rid of them
Swing , Monkey
Grapes , Shapes
Green , Long
Pointy ,Leafy
These Are The Facts Of The Vines Of Tuskegee
So Come And See Millions Of Vines & Pines
Vines. The word makes me shiver. The long almost scaly arms reaching out and keeping me from where I want to be. This is me and I don’t like it. I don’t like the vines that are holding me back, keeping me from me.
in the hills in southern calfornia
you can see miles wide of the vines
what a wonderful sight that is, to wake up to every single day
to see the sun rise over the vines, its a sight
it is beyond belief
the smell, the sight, everything is beyond anything you will ever know
Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free. This is hard but this is me, this is my life.
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Tightness clenching my soul and heart like vines binding me from being my best self, from being ME. I need to break through, I need to be great, I need to be free.
Vines are climbing through me making it hard to move. I realize my fears are tying me down and making me unsure of what to do. I can’t find the scissors to cut my way out. I just want to scream I just want to shout. Help me find a way through the vines. There are so many things to do in this life.
Lines, Vines, & Trying Times. I remember listening to that.
Vines tangle you and choke you, make you bleed with their thorns.
Vines of grapes to make sweet wine. Drink it; you’ll feel better.
The school, covered in vines, looked forbidding and angry as I looked up at it from down the hill. I didn’t want to spend four years here. I didn’t! Everyone else here was a genius. I wasn’t. Or at least I didn’t think so. Adults told me so, but adults do not know anything.
“See you later, dear,” said my mum.
“Don’t leave me here,” I whispered.
Vines
Vines are beautiful things, are they not? They can conceal worlds behind them, all the while containing many many worlds of lives within their own roots, for vines do not age like any other plant, they live for lifetimes, seeing many stories that they cannot ever tell to another being. Beautiful thing, is it not?