Through a sea of desert sand, i find my self wading through countless possibilities. Through broken hearts and once-upon a times, my soul lingers upon each morsel of who I once was, who I am, who I could have been. Who I can still be. My body can only hold so much life upon its shaking frame.
wade in the water, the sunflowers’ petals have graced the lake, swishing backward and forward, swirling around with your thoughts; you wade, they swirl
you swirl, they wade
you dance together
He waded into the pond, without removing any of his clothes.
The night was still falling and there was an eerie light all around making it seem as if the shadows were creeping out of hiding from beyond the trees that surrounded him.
He took a deep breathe and simply remained standing there. Arms wide open, letting the wind blow his hair back, his eyes closed.
“This is what peace feels like,” he thought. “This is what I want. Not the vague empty feeling that has lately been haunting me.”
And then he let himself fall, face forward into the water.
The water swishes around her ankles and she has to force herself to keep going. In her childhood it was clear, greenish-blue, and sparkly. Especially sparkly. But now it’s murky and fould-smelling. She doesn’t like to wade in the ocean anymore.
I wade deeper and deeper into the shadowy realms of my life. Experience, feeling, genuine or false? Clear or murky? I want, I need, I wish, I hope; what will become of all of these questions? Can I make it though what could become if my dreams are dashed, unintentionally or not?
we have wade thew the waters that are invading my home town because of a dumb dam that can’t hold enough water sooo my town gets flooded and we have to wade the gross water everywhere, ten feet in some places :(
It was a cool summer night filled with fireflies in the sky. I kicked off my cowboy boots and peeled off my socks and stepped into the spring. I waded up to my knees and felt the cool sting of the water on my sore feet
Wade, we wade in the backyard pool in the heat of the summer day. The dog loves to jump in and wade with us. We wade in the creek on the farm and have memories that will remind us that it is summer and so much fun.
below the knees the water rises. I hope that the the edge will continue to as long as the horizonsand I will follow, never reaching depths that wallow in the sodden future.
i don’t want to go into the water. it is too deep. I am afraid, because I am a bad swimmer. I have friends who are good swimmer. They rejoice in the water. They look like graceful people, graceful fish, graceful turtles. But I don’t even bare to wade in. There is too much there.
why wade? can I not have a cool word like ‘penumbra’? or maybe ‘effervescent’? i tried to write about wade before but your glitchy website froze up. maybe t
I sat in the pool and watched the little kids wade all around me… they swam just like they were never afraid of water, and i sat still and quiet, afraid of the cold and that my bikini would show too much skin. I want to be fearless, like them and wade in the water, lay in the sun, splash around, but instead I sit here and watch.
i don’t know what that realy is..hmm..maybe if i ask someone, they’ll tell me, but I don;t have that much time…anyways, I hope I’ll go home soon. I really need a food!! I’m a hungry monster.
Wade Andrew Reader.. the kindest most gentle man I will have ever known. He was sweet caring and kind. His life was taken short before he could even experience life… Big Teddy Bear, family man, deidicated, awesome friend, all around awesome person. We all loved him very much
Wade I already entered a submission for this word but I’m not autism is dangerous. not really, perhaps for the care giver but other than that not really. Sometimes they can lash out violently and then sing phish songs.
The warm waves washed over my feet and ankles. The salt stung the small sore on my foot. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Alex approaching timidly. Never before had he seen something so vast, something that reached to the ends of the Earth. “It’s okay darling. Come wade with me,” I beckoned as another ocean wave rushed over my feet.
Reminds me of a kid i worked with in Kenosha named Wade. It makes me wonder what he’s doing. Did he go into the adult system. i hope he’s okay.
It also makes me think of a lake and wading in the water. Lake Michigan. Where I grew up and we’d go to the lake and wade. Then if we were at Grant Park, we’d walk the trails. It was a lot of fun. We used to take tandem bikes there. I was friends with the girl who’s dad owned the bike shop. We’d stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream. Summer days. When I was young. No worries. Coming home for supper on the table with my family. Eating soup on a hot day to cool down. That was a great summer day when I was about 12? I miss those days. Wonder whatever happened to Marla who’s dad owned the bike shop. She moved to the suburbs. I visited her once and then we lost contact. What was her last name? Maybe she’s on F/B. This is a long time to write
I picked up my skirts and slipped my foot into the water. The waves were cool and smooth against the sandy bottom of my foot. I breathed. If my mother caught me, she’d have my head. This wasn’t the way young ladies were supposed to act. Barefoot and breathing. Exposed.
i like to wade in the ocean water at the beach during the sunset. it is so beautiful. and it feels so good around my feet. when the waves recess, the sand beneath my feet washes away and it feels like i am being pulled into the ocean. i love to wade in the water of the ocean during the sunset. it is so beautiful.
This is the name of Scarlett O’Hara’s son with her first husband. He is named after her husband’s war captain, Wade Hampton. It was very stylish to name your child after your husband’s war captain if he died in the Civil War. She never much liked Wade, and he became a very meek child who only his Aunt Melanie liked because his mother scolded him so much. Rhett was very good to him, and always treated him as his own son.
she steeped cautiously into the knee deep water. the stinky muck of the bottom of the pond left her afraid. she yearned for the ocean and the release she felt in its waves. Now all she yearned for was release from the leeches undoubtedly lying on her legs.
As I wade through the mud, I wonder how I got here. Here in the middle of nowhere. I am dressed only in a t-shirt and jeans. No shoes, no jacket. It’s cold enough I can see my breath with each step I take. I’m huffing and puffing so hard I would think I had just smoked a pack of cigarettes.
blade on a wave like a river or in the sea and the washing pocean with lots of fish. like a spade in the graden leaning up againts the shed. darts, a dart board with the bullseye in the middle. purple, lavender purple and lavender wading through feels of purple lavender
It wasn’t easy to watch him standing there in the middle of the river. He’d gone out past his waist and seemed to be waiting for something. I didn’t know why, but I knew that he seemed at peace. When he came out the other side I saw a smile on his face I’ve never seen before.
Wade wasn’t just an ordinary guy, his feet smelled beyond repulsive. It was his matter of course to wear layers of socks and use a myriad of anti-fungal, anti deodorant, and numerous powders. Even though his routines were many, the local shop held a back inventory of socks ordered especially for him. One never saw Wade without something on his feet and one never invited him to take them off unless you wanted to pass out. Poor Wade was a lonely guy, that is until he met Lillth, the new podiatrist that had just moved into town.
It was awkward at first, since he did not know who she was and why she kept staring at his feet whenever she saw him. He was sure that she was out of his league, but little did he know she was perfect for him.
Lilith on the other hand was really looking at more than his feet. Sure it was her business to know feet, but it was the man she felt drawn to, the man she knew she would charm the socks off.
I love to wade in the shallow muddy waters at the creeks edge. The silt on the bottom is silky and cool against my feet. Baby tadpoles swarm around my ankles and it makes me giggle. I want to return to this place not the place of the day with the stress and frustration–a simpler, happier time.
Im wading into the freezing ocean and as i look around, the world seems to slow down. I see kids running around with friends, talking animatedly and screaming back to their parents. I see couples in love holding hands, only seeing each other, as my gaze goes unnoticed.
Once upon a time there lived a castle surrounded by a moat. The soldiers protecting the palace risked their lives to save the princess. One day there was an alligator that waded in the moat. They killed it and saved the world.
I love to wade through the tides, slowly washing me away to my secret fantasy land. The smooth rocks under my feet rub gently against me. I listen for a while to the gulls ahead, singing their sweet tune.
i dont even know what this word means!
i waded the door
the wade was the ugliest thing in the room
i looked at him wadedly
her face looked wade
Through a sea of desert sand, i find my self wading through countless possibilities. Through broken hearts and once-upon a times, my soul lingers upon each morsel of who I once was, who I am, who I could have been. Who I can still be. My body can only hold so much life upon its shaking frame.
wade in the water, the sunflowers’ petals have graced the lake, swishing backward and forward, swirling around with your thoughts; you wade, they swirl
you swirl, they wade
you dance together
He waded into the pond, without removing any of his clothes.
The night was still falling and there was an eerie light all around making it seem as if the shadows were creeping out of hiding from beyond the trees that surrounded him.
He took a deep breathe and simply remained standing there. Arms wide open, letting the wind blow his hair back, his eyes closed.
“This is what peace feels like,” he thought. “This is what I want. Not the vague empty feeling that has lately been haunting me.”
And then he let himself fall, face forward into the water.
The water swishes around her ankles and she has to force herself to keep going. In her childhood it was clear, greenish-blue, and sparkly. Especially sparkly. But now it’s murky and fould-smelling. She doesn’t like to wade in the ocean anymore.
I wade deeper and deeper into the shadowy realms of my life. Experience, feeling, genuine or false? Clear or murky? I want, I need, I wish, I hope; what will become of all of these questions? Can I make it though what could become if my dreams are dashed, unintentionally or not?
I waded into the water, not sure of what I would find.
I discovered an ocean as far as it was wide.
I imagined a puddle, and life gave me an ocean.
we have wade thew the waters that are invading my home town because of a dumb dam that can’t hold enough water sooo my town gets flooded and we have to wade the gross water everywhere, ten feet in some places :(
It was a cool summer night filled with fireflies in the sky. I kicked off my cowboy boots and peeled off my socks and stepped into the spring. I waded up to my knees and felt the cool sting of the water on my sore feet
Wade, we wade in the backyard pool in the heat of the summer day. The dog loves to jump in and wade with us. We wade in the creek on the farm and have memories that will remind us that it is summer and so much fun.
past tense of taking the weight of an object “I jus wade this here cow”
cvbcvcvthisisn”tworking
below the knees the water rises. I hope that the the edge will continue to as long as the horizonsand I will follow, never reaching depths that wallow in the sodden future.
i don’t want to go into the water. it is too deep. I am afraid, because I am a bad swimmer. I have friends who are good swimmer. They rejoice in the water. They look like graceful people, graceful fish, graceful turtles. But I don’t even bare to wade in. There is too much there.
why wade? can I not have a cool word like ‘penumbra’? or maybe ‘effervescent’? i tried to write about wade before but your glitchy website froze up. maybe t
Wade walked into the kitchen. Something was missing. He could feel it in the air, too still, too silent.
I sat in the pool and watched the little kids wade all around me… they swam just like they were never afraid of water, and i sat still and quiet, afraid of the cold and that my bikini would show too much skin. I want to be fearless, like them and wade in the water, lay in the sun, splash around, but instead I sit here and watch.
i don’t know what that realy is..hmm..maybe if i ask someone, they’ll tell me, but I don;t have that much time…anyways, I hope I’ll go home soon. I really need a food!! I’m a hungry monster.
When I was young I have took my bag and run, one time, my brother just took from me the bag and ee
Wade Andrew Reader.. the kindest most gentle man I will have ever known. He was sweet caring and kind. His life was taken short before he could even experience life… Big Teddy Bear, family man, deidicated, awesome friend, all around awesome person. We all loved him very much
Wade I already entered a submission for this word but I’m not autism is dangerous. not really, perhaps for the care giver but other than that not really. Sometimes they can lash out violently and then sing phish songs.
The warm waves washed over my feet and ankles. The salt stung the small sore on my foot. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Alex approaching timidly. Never before had he seen something so vast, something that reached to the ends of the Earth. “It’s okay darling. Come wade with me,” I beckoned as another ocean wave rushed over my feet.
Reminds me of a kid i worked with in Kenosha named Wade. It makes me wonder what he’s doing. Did he go into the adult system. i hope he’s okay.
It also makes me think of a lake and wading in the water. Lake Michigan. Where I grew up and we’d go to the lake and wade. Then if we were at Grant Park, we’d walk the trails. It was a lot of fun. We used to take tandem bikes there. I was friends with the girl who’s dad owned the bike shop. We’d stop at Dairy Queen for ice cream. Summer days. When I was young. No worries. Coming home for supper on the table with my family. Eating soup on a hot day to cool down. That was a great summer day when I was about 12? I miss those days. Wonder whatever happened to Marla who’s dad owned the bike shop. She moved to the suburbs. I visited her once and then we lost contact. What was her last name? Maybe she’s on F/B. This is a long time to write
I picked up my skirts and slipped my foot into the water. The waves were cool and smooth against the sandy bottom of my foot. I breathed. If my mother caught me, she’d have my head. This wasn’t the way young ladies were supposed to act. Barefoot and breathing. Exposed.
i like to wade in the ocean water at the beach during the sunset. it is so beautiful. and it feels so good around my feet. when the waves recess, the sand beneath my feet washes away and it feels like i am being pulled into the ocean. i love to wade in the water of the ocean during the sunset. it is so beautiful.
This is the name of Scarlett O’Hara’s son with her first husband. He is named after her husband’s war captain, Wade Hampton. It was very stylish to name your child after your husband’s war captain if he died in the Civil War. She never much liked Wade, and he became a very meek child who only his Aunt Melanie liked because his mother scolded him so much. Rhett was very good to him, and always treated him as his own son.
head throbbing
heart pumping
wading in cool water
deeper.
finger popping
jaw locking
drowning in cool water
quicker.
she steeped cautiously into the knee deep water. the stinky muck of the bottom of the pond left her afraid. she yearned for the ocean and the release she felt in its waves. Now all she yearned for was release from the leeches undoubtedly lying on her legs.
As I wade through the mud, I wonder how I got here. Here in the middle of nowhere. I am dressed only in a t-shirt and jeans. No shoes, no jacket. It’s cold enough I can see my breath with each step I take. I’m huffing and puffing so hard I would think I had just smoked a pack of cigarettes.
blade on a wave like a river or in the sea and the washing pocean with lots of fish. like a spade in the graden leaning up againts the shed. darts, a dart board with the bullseye in the middle. purple, lavender purple and lavender wading through feels of purple lavender
It wasn’t easy to watch him standing there in the middle of the river. He’d gone out past his waist and seemed to be waiting for something. I didn’t know why, but I knew that he seemed at peace. When he came out the other side I saw a smile on his face I’ve never seen before.
Walk in water. Dabble your toes in a lake. Stroll in the surf and laps of ocean waves. Tickle your feet in a pond or stream or waterfall.
Wade wasn’t just an ordinary guy, his feet smelled beyond repulsive. It was his matter of course to wear layers of socks and use a myriad of anti-fungal, anti deodorant, and numerous powders. Even though his routines were many, the local shop held a back inventory of socks ordered especially for him. One never saw Wade without something on his feet and one never invited him to take them off unless you wanted to pass out. Poor Wade was a lonely guy, that is until he met Lillth, the new podiatrist that had just moved into town.
It was awkward at first, since he did not know who she was and why she kept staring at his feet whenever she saw him. He was sure that she was out of his league, but little did he know she was perfect for him.
Lilith on the other hand was really looking at more than his feet. Sure it was her business to know feet, but it was the man she felt drawn to, the man she knew she would charm the socks off.
I love to wade in the shallow muddy waters at the creeks edge. The silt on the bottom is silky and cool against my feet. Baby tadpoles swarm around my ankles and it makes me giggle. I want to return to this place not the place of the day with the stress and frustration–a simpler, happier time.
Im wading into the freezing ocean and as i look around, the world seems to slow down. I see kids running around with friends, talking animatedly and screaming back to their parents. I see couples in love holding hands, only seeing each other, as my gaze goes unnoticed.
Once upon a time there lived a castle surrounded by a moat. The soldiers protecting the palace risked their lives to save the princess. One day there was an alligator that waded in the moat. They killed it and saved the world.
What is there to do in a pond? Wade… Just like ducks who nonchalantly relax in the water.
Why wade in the water when we can walk on dry land? Why make yourself so slow when there is this other way to reach our destination faster?
I love to wade through the tides, slowly washing me away to my secret fantasy land. The smooth rocks under my feet rub gently against me. I listen for a while to the gulls ahead, singing their sweet tune.
Through water and mire. Mud oozing through toes, it slows and goes on for miles. When will I reach the edge, be sure that this was worth it.