Across life. In a sea of people. Wade through lives. Wade through life. Struggling to change. To move and breathe. Press through late night apartment conversations with yourself. Wake up in the morning heavy and late for your class and wade through another day again.
As she felt the water crash against her waist, and the icy needles of the cold Atlantic she felt peace at last. She waded in until the water gently splashed against her face, then letting her feet fall from beneath her and becoming like a softened stone polished by the waves the Atlantic took her away.
Walking through a pond, with reeds whipping at your ankles
birds take flight as you approach
boots sticking in the mud
water swirling, sloshing, and lapping at you
sunny beating down on your back
cool gentle breeze
bright blue sky
There he is, out the window in the water. Cold coffee on the bedside table with rose petals floating in it’s darkness. You haven’t dressed, you stand wrapped in the pink floral bed sheets, on bare feet. Your hair shines brightly in the afternoon sunlight, as you watch him rise up his skin glowing in the sun, wading towards the beach, palm trees swaying in the wind.
Walking through a pond, with reeds whipping at your ankles
birds take flight as you approach
boots sticking in the mud
water swirling and lapping at you
sunny beating down on your back
Wade a man that I know who lives in my trailer park, He is a very christian man who helps at our neiborhood church, He is very loving and caring so he hugs and touches people, Its actually not directly dirty but people call him a pervat but in reality he is one of the most sincere men I have had the pleasure of knowing. He has a leg disability and has to walk with a cane but makes the best out of his situation. Thank god Wade is here, He is quite annoying sometimes messaging me on facebook to come to youth group but he is a man of God.
I think Wade was the most arrogant guy in our class. His self confidence was astounding. The trouble is, he had stuff to be confident about–well off, good looking, and intelligent–it irked me.
I wade through the thick and sloshy waters of the polluted Chesapeake Bay. Where once there were many legions of fish and undersea life, now there are fewer; many have died off. How could they survive the waste?
he waded though seas of gore, sadness, pain… for you dear girl, only for you and your eyes and your eyelashes which he wanted to taste. eyelashes that dripped his future off their ends, his ends.
wade in the water because that’s how you can be safe. wade was the name of a kid i used to know but we don’t talk anymore. wading in the water is the only thing that can keep you chillin and free just think about it. The only reason you’re free is not because you’re under water but because you had the courage to get in the water to begin with. I love that song wade in the water because it’s full of a million truths. It’ s not just for the slaves who wrote it it’s for everyone that’s why we have held on to it for the universal truths. Wade in the water may be spelled in another way but i don’t care i just had an epiphany!
I have no idea what it means! Heeeelp! Nobody can help me? than I make it up. I say/write Love. I am not sure what’s happening here. It is going on. I write happy. I write Joy. I write friends. I write sun. I write sea and beach. I
wade, walk in the bog, the sodden step, the walk the straggling, draggling, tiring resistance, but accepted find the complacence of existence, the place between affectation and deliverances, absolute anger and beneficent release
I’m a freshman in college and I am wading through the water of my life. ha that’s what this word makes me think about. it makes me think about all the long hour jobs i work and crap i do just to get ahead and I am still so far behind. it makes me feel like I am drowning.
The dungeon smelt musty and damp. Walking down the narrow stairs I followed Drake. “Splash!”…ewww my foot landed in a mouldy pool of water. It was really dingy and damp down here, I could barely see the walls around me and I was getting grumpy now about being made to wade in this murky, smelly water that kept pooling at my feet.
The water was freezing. It almost reminded me of how much I really missed being in Canada, but then I remembered: It was Canada. I waded out into the water and nudged her body a little further out. The last step to end all of my worries: Cinder block.
Wonderful feeling, to wade in the cool Atlantic, saltiness stinging my freshly scratched mosquito bites. We watch the sun rise and feel grateful that not far away, our beds await us in our cool dark homes…
The ocean blue and serene, soft waves that I wade into. It is just cool enough to feel refreshing on my feet and legs, after the long exhausting day. Some days I wish I didn’t have to work, that I could walk along the beach and enjoy the cooling breezes .
The river rushed about my ankles, swirling up mud and silt from the bottom. I looked across and I knew I could wade right through it onto the other bank, but i Knew what lurked in the waters. I shied away as an unnatural ripple made it’s away across the river.
I heard the hounds bay behind me. I had to choices, getting eaten by the river monster or be burnt at the stake for my ‘crimes’ against God. I took a deep breath and dove into the water.
Wade? You mean the heat? The team that lost? Man, I can’t believe they lost. They shouldn’t have put Lebrawn James to play; he gets feisty when he loses. Rather than him, we should’ve had other players that know how to control and manage the ball and are not ball hoggers, and we should’ve had a chance and won the NBA; but even so, like the Dallas said, it was all to glorify God; they couldn’t win on their own strength; how crazy that their faith relied and depended on God!
You wade into the water at the beach. ITs really cold so you jump back out quickly and stand on the wet sand for a mintue until you build up the courage to walk back in. You wade in a little further this time making it up to your knees, its only then that you start to get used to the chill when he runs up from behind you and throws you both under the waves.
There once was a young girl. Her and her twin brother came across a long,deep creek.
“Maybe we should go across,” the little girl suggested to her brother.
“Okay, lets go!” The brother shouted as he was already half way through the creek.
The young girl jumped in and waded through the creek. As she was she tripped on a log and fell and got wet. She asked her brother to come help but he had already left.
The summer sun bore down on my back, the water in front of me was glistening. The beach was quiet, calm, and not as crowded as it usually was on one of the warm summer days. I kicked off my flip flops, and leapt forwards. The water touched the tips of my toes, and I allowed myself to wade forward a bit more. With each passing second, I iniched
The swamp grows thick with cat tails and carnivorous sundew blooms. I can hear little over the cacophony of frogs, but I know she’s hiding in there somewhere, maybe doing that ninja “breathing through bamboo” trick.
Philosophy gets me perpetually wading whenever it is the subject I am reading about. And it doesn’t matter if it’s disguised a novel by Jostein Gaarder. I tried reading Sophie’s World but it’s just not for me.
what i dont even know what this means hang on let me google it………………………..walk through water okay as we were on wade he looked at me, have you ever kissed a boy, it was just like my favorite book
wade? to move or to go. yes i am going to thailand in 5 weeks. i am wading thailand in 5 weeks? does that even make sense, shit times nearly up. I like to wade i hate staying at home its boring I am going to wade out tonight. Maybe i’m taking wade out of context or maybe i’m not i like wade now
I know a guy named Wade. Well, I suppose “know” is a bit of a bold statement. I went to his house once with a mutual friend and we sat around smoking far too much marijuana. This took about three hours.
Li waded through the water. The water was dark and murky, she could have sworn something slid over her foot. She stopped about halfway through the lake.
Across life. In a sea of people. Wade through lives. Wade through life. Struggling to change. To move and breathe. Press through late night apartment conversations with yourself. Wake up in the morning heavy and late for your class and wade through another day again.
As she felt the water crash against her waist, and the icy needles of the cold Atlantic she felt peace at last. She waded in until the water gently splashed against her face, then letting her feet fall from beneath her and becoming like a softened stone polished by the waves the Atlantic took her away.
Walking through a pond, with reeds whipping at your ankles
birds take flight as you approach
boots sticking in the mud
water swirling, sloshing, and lapping at you
sunny beating down on your back
cool gentle breeze
bright blue sky
There he is, out the window in the water. Cold coffee on the bedside table with rose petals floating in it’s darkness. You haven’t dressed, you stand wrapped in the pink floral bed sheets, on bare feet. Your hair shines brightly in the afternoon sunlight, as you watch him rise up his skin glowing in the sun, wading towards the beach, palm trees swaying in the wind.
Walking through a pond, with reeds whipping at your ankles
birds take flight as you approach
boots sticking in the mud
water swirling and lapping at you
sunny beating down on your back
Wade a man that I know who lives in my trailer park, He is a very christian man who helps at our neiborhood church, He is very loving and caring so he hugs and touches people, Its actually not directly dirty but people call him a pervat but in reality he is one of the most sincere men I have had the pleasure of knowing. He has a leg disability and has to walk with a cane but makes the best out of his situation. Thank god Wade is here, He is quite annoying sometimes messaging me on facebook to come to youth group but he is a man of God.
He was a wonderful coach. I loved him. He fostered me into the player I am today. Second father to me almost. I think about him a lot.
I think Wade was the most arrogant guy in our class. His self confidence was astounding. The trouble is, he had stuff to be confident about–well off, good looking, and intelligent–it irked me.
I wade through the thick and sloshy waters of the polluted Chesapeake Bay. Where once there were many legions of fish and undersea life, now there are fewer; many have died off. How could they survive the waste?
he waded though seas of gore, sadness, pain… for you dear girl, only for you and your eyes and your eyelashes which he wanted to taste. eyelashes that dripped his future off their ends, his ends.
wade in the water because that’s how you can be safe. wade was the name of a kid i used to know but we don’t talk anymore. wading in the water is the only thing that can keep you chillin and free just think about it. The only reason you’re free is not because you’re under water but because you had the courage to get in the water to begin with. I love that song wade in the water because it’s full of a million truths. It’ s not just for the slaves who wrote it it’s for everyone that’s why we have held on to it for the universal truths. Wade in the water may be spelled in another way but i don’t care i just had an epiphany!
I have no idea what it means! Heeeelp! Nobody can help me? than I make it up. I say/write Love. I am not sure what’s happening here. It is going on. I write happy. I write Joy. I write friends. I write sun. I write sea and beach. I
Wade is about waiting, being patient, not forcing something to happen but letting the current take yop.
wade, walk in the bog, the sodden step, the walk the straggling, draggling, tiring resistance, but accepted find the complacence of existence, the place between affectation and deliverances, absolute anger and beneficent release
I’m a freshman in college and I am wading through the water of my life. ha that’s what this word makes me think about. it makes me think about all the long hour jobs i work and crap i do just to get ahead and I am still so far behind. it makes me feel like I am drowning.
The dungeon smelt musty and damp. Walking down the narrow stairs I followed Drake. “Splash!”…ewww my foot landed in a mouldy pool of water. It was really dingy and damp down here, I could barely see the walls around me and I was getting grumpy now about being made to wade in this murky, smelly water that kept pooling at my feet.
The water was freezing. It almost reminded me of how much I really missed being in Canada, but then I remembered: It was Canada. I waded out into the water and nudged her body a little further out. The last step to end all of my worries: Cinder block.
dwayne basketball sports fade what on earth am I to say to the selected word, ROFL, inane remarks, gibberish, twaddle,
I like to wade in the river downtown as I find it refreshes my soul.
Wonderful feeling, to wade in the cool Atlantic, saltiness stinging my freshly scratched mosquito bites. We watch the sun rise and feel grateful that not far away, our beds await us in our cool dark homes…
The ocean blue and serene, soft waves that I wade into. It is just cool enough to feel refreshing on my feet and legs, after the long exhausting day. Some days I wish I didn’t have to work, that I could walk along the beach and enjoy the cooling breezes .
i waded in to the pool of calm flowing waters.thinking,watching.a swimming hole.
Meandering in the soft, lapping water, skirt hitched up and cares washed away.
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The river rushed about my ankles, swirling up mud and silt from the bottom. I looked across and I knew I could wade right through it onto the other bank, but i Knew what lurked in the waters. I shied away as an unnatural ripple made it’s away across the river.
I heard the hounds bay behind me. I had to choices, getting eaten by the river monster or be burnt at the stake for my ‘crimes’ against God. I took a deep breath and dove into the water.
Wade? You mean the heat? The team that lost? Man, I can’t believe they lost. They shouldn’t have put Lebrawn James to play; he gets feisty when he loses. Rather than him, we should’ve had other players that know how to control and manage the ball and are not ball hoggers, and we should’ve had a chance and won the NBA; but even so, like the Dallas said, it was all to glorify God; they couldn’t win on their own strength; how crazy that their faith relied and depended on God!
You wade into the water at the beach. ITs really cold so you jump back out quickly and stand on the wet sand for a mintue until you build up the courage to walk back in. You wade in a little further this time making it up to your knees, its only then that you start to get used to the chill when he runs up from behind you and throws you both under the waves.
There once was a young girl. Her and her twin brother came across a long,deep creek.
“Maybe we should go across,” the little girl suggested to her brother.
“Okay, lets go!” The brother shouted as he was already half way through the creek.
The young girl jumped in and waded through the creek. As she was she tripped on a log and fell and got wet. She asked her brother to come help but he had already left.
Wade
Wade in the water
The water is murky and cold
The current is strong enough to pull anything down the river.
walking through water?
I need to wade through the big creek.
The summer sun bore down on my back, the water in front of me was glistening. The beach was quiet, calm, and not as crowded as it usually was on one of the warm summer days. I kicked off my flip flops, and leapt forwards. The water touched the tips of my toes, and I allowed myself to wade forward a bit more. With each passing second, I iniched
into the deep
blue water licking
at your feet
wash you clean
of all your sins
wash you clean
blue water
black heart
Wading. Waiting. I am waiting for my love. Wading through this river. Where we always swore we would meet. Waiting, Waiting. Wading.
The swamp grows thick with cat tails and carnivorous sundew blooms. I can hear little over the cacophony of frogs, but I know she’s hiding in there somewhere, maybe doing that ninja “breathing through bamboo” trick.
Philosophy gets me perpetually wading whenever it is the subject I am reading about. And it doesn’t matter if it’s disguised a novel by Jostein Gaarder. I tried reading Sophie’s World but it’s just not for me.
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what i dont even know what this means hang on let me google it………………………..walk through water okay as we were on wade he looked at me, have you ever kissed a boy, it was just like my favorite book
wade? to move or to go. yes i am going to thailand in 5 weeks. i am wading thailand in 5 weeks? does that even make sense, shit times nearly up. I like to wade i hate staying at home its boring I am going to wade out tonight. Maybe i’m taking wade out of context or maybe i’m not i like wade now
I know a guy named Wade. Well, I suppose “know” is a bit of a bold statement. I went to his house once with a mutual friend and we sat around smoking far too much marijuana. This took about three hours.
Li waded through the water. The water was dark and murky, she could have sworn something slid over her foot. She stopped about halfway through the lake.