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stepping deeper into the water, it sloshes around my knees, freezing every nerve . the water is dirty and dark, darker than the sky above. because the lake is not dotted with stars of hope- rather, it holds empty bodies of despair. and that’s exactly what i’m searching for, despite my fear of what i might find.
By Emma URL on 06.29.2011
There’s nothing like a calm, flowing river in which to dabble your feet, go tubing, splash a bit in the hot summer sun. But when the river gets angry, stay away. Do not wade. Do not tube. Do.Not.Enter. For an angry river just does not want company.
By Jen URL on 06.29.2011
I began to wade out into the sea, nothing on my mind but the sound of the surf. Reality slipped away as the waves swarmed around me, I waded farther, farther, until my feet no longer touched the sand.
By Bethany on 06.29.2011
We waded out to the floating dock, through chest deep chilly water. The kayaks were patiently waiting for us. It had been a cold night. The boats were safe and tied securely from sundown till sunup. They were now restless and waiting.
By T. Michael Smith URL on 06.29.2011
The first thing that comes to mind is a kid who was in one of my classes in high school named Wade. He was cute and I thought his unique name made him totally dreamy. But I haven’t heard of his existence since then. I hope he’s doing well, somewhere, and that he isn’t wading through tough times or something.
By Ashley URL on 06.29.2011
Wading in the deep clear waters of the quarry I was in a state of deep tranquility.
Stone barriers surrounded the lake on all sides, giving a boxed-in feeling. The sunlight was funneled down the chasm to the pristine lake, making the water glimmer like fish scales.
By David Lange on 06.29.2011
wade… wade in a pool. yeah. you do that right? what is wade? why.. it’s a 4 letter word isn’t it? w-a-d-e. but it’s more then that. it’s a combination of letters that forms something, a word that we use to….
By Ann URL on 06.29.2011
Wade Robinson. Wading in water. Why wade? 60 seconds is a long time. When u don’t like the topic.
By Jenn on 06.29.2011
I already wrote about this. But now I think of water, and Kim Possible. Ron Stoppable. Childhood memories that went by ohh so fast. I miss being young , legit. hahah. I didn’t know I was pregnant , we’re watching that on tv right now
By AnnieK URL on 06.29.2011
pushing water aside
By Kourtney Koebel on 06.29.2011
There’s nothing better than wading in the water under the beautiful summer sun, glistening…
By Sabena on 06.29.2011
Wading is something that you do in a pond or a lake, like venturing out into a potential abyss, a massive space where you can see nothing below the surface, only the reflection of the things you already know, now rendered useless to you.
By G on 06.29.2011
I stepped in the shore with no feelings and empty heart, expecting you to fill me up.
The sand parted waiting to be joined with the sea.
By Hannahbanana on 06.29.2011
Lord how long will I wade through this valley of sorrows and death oh God? How long before you comfort me? Hold me? Take me into your loving arms. Please, help me. Oh God save me.
By Maeday URL on 06.29.2011
Wade. the girl waded into the soft water. She smiled and laughed and played. We all did, once upon a time. Don’t think, just write. But I’m not making any sense. SO why am I writing? I wade kneee deep into the waters of my unconcious.
By youcantknow URL on 06.29.2011
And i was wading through the forest and the people were screaming my name but i chose to ignore the monsters because they were ruining my game i thought i had it in me to journey through the open air but i found out everyone would get tangled up in my hair anyway and it makes me wonder about brandon and if he really cares and appreciates the light i have tried to show him and i wish he would just love me and i think I might be loosing my mind.
By Kim on 06.29.2011
The cold water assaults my leg, making every nerve in the area alert. I wonder how I’m going to make it across when I’m so cold and frozen now. I’ve only gotten one step down and I’ve got so many more to go. Wading in a nearly frozen lake wasn’t the best idea, but this is worth it, even to save a life.
By AspiringWriter URL on 06.29.2011
Slipping into the bay, slowly, is one of the most painful experiences. Always jump. I know it sounds crazy. Just do it; you have to trust me. The slow, agonizing cold that creeps up your spine when you slip in is awful. Just jump. Get your head wet. Wading will be a thousand times more enjoyable. I can’t stand the cold splash as a wave hits the still dry upper half if you have not yet submerged.
By John URL on 06.29.2011
Sink or swim they told me. Waist deep I went. I guess I was afraid to put my head under. Some days. I moved forward, hips swaying from side to side. Not a waddle of course. I’m too elegant. I attract the oddest ducks. I treated them like they are my own anyhow.
By l URL on 06.29.2011
i wade in the ocean alone with no sounds except for that of the gentle waves that move away from my body in all directions. the sea is black except for the faint glimmer of moonlight that blends the horizon with the sea.
By parissa on 06.29.2011
Wade in the water, children wade in the water –
god’s gonna trouble the water.
Water tells tales and the children who wade today won’t be making sounds tomorrow, hidden under the surface, trapped and pulled down. Their childish laughter echoed by the gurgling of the streams. That’s the story of this song.
Wade in the water, wade in the water children wade -
in the water…
No one can find you in the water.
By Thirteen URL on 06.29.2011
Water pools at the edge of the tide. A lone seagull speaks suggestively. I am here, trapped beneath the origin of the species, it’s rushing history soaking me with memories.
By CC Xander on 06.29.2011
faintly waves up beneath my breasts and climbs up my curves as I slide through the cold future, my shoulders and head not yet ready to go under
By [entury Goth|c Med!um URL on 06.29.2011
i waded through the deep blue ocean as i shivered frightfully. there was a dreadful chill in the air that was foreboding of something. something deadly.
By Tatum on 06.29.2011
I’d wade through it. That was my one and only plan. I would get through the shitty parts of life and come out on top. Right now, I felt lonely. Used. Regretful. But I was slowly making my way out of the muddy waters and into the clear, peaceful ocean of my reconciled mind.
By Marissa URL on 06.29.2011
I waded into a pool and I felt the sand in between my toes. It was cool. I smiled. I looked into the sky and there were no clouds. I can’t believe this is where they met and where it all ended. I want to see them again. Will I ever? Is it possible?
By Justyne on 06.29.2011
is the name of a young man who dated my cousin. “Wade” is also a verb. One might “wade” through the water with his or her pants rolled up past ankles (recalling the popular Urkel look) so as to dip feet into the cool and refreshing liquid.
By Erin on 06.29.2011
I have no idea what this word means.
By Kristina on 06.29.2011
Deep into the stream of lies;
The ocean of deceit;
The river of broken promises.
How far can the water rise
Before I’m stripped of options?
Just covering my ankles;
He loved my family.
Up to my knees;
He would never cheat.
Barely covering my shoulders;
He couldn’t live without me.
Covering all air passage ways;
He loved me.
How long can I wait
Before my lungs collapse?
I’ll close my eyes
And as the liquid seeps in,
I find that I’m all to willing
To give in to the waves crashing;
To join the souls lost at sea.
I’ll pray this is just a dream,
But as I open my eyes,
I feel the pain,
And worst of all;
I know how to swim.
By Amanda URL on 06.29.2011
Wading in the dark, dank pool for five minutes, she grumbled, remembering how her stupid parents got her into this. “Oh, it’ll be fun!” they said. “You’ll love it!”
Bah. Parents are idiots.
Still grumbling, she saw a sparkle…what was it? It was a diamond!
By Marguerite on 06.29.2011
I’m to wade in the pool, you say? The pool isn’t see-through and the color scares me. The wave that hits my shin is dark purple/red. What died in this water?
By Lib on 06.29.2011
Wading through the ocean she thought, “This is life. This is what’s it’s about. It’s not the bills, the responsibility, the growth, it’s the time we take for ourselves.” At the moment there is nothing else but now.
By Christine on 06.29.2011
To go into a stream. To walk anywhere but this earth. To stand in one place without fear or apprehension. I love you without anything. No help. No use for words. No use for breath. I love you without these things. These things that complicate. I love you with no life changing, life destroying accommodations. I love you without fear.
By Laura Parsons URL on 06.29.2011
wade in the water. water like my bath. bath where we were. holding me. kissing me. loving me. never again. why. I need you. come back to me. back to the bath. with the water. we’ll wade in it. together. forever.
By Olivia on 06.29.2011
The rain has just started and I’m already all wet. I’m going forward but the crowd doesn’t move an inch, and the hedache is just pushing me down.
By Felipe URL on 06.29.2011
Wading through life.
Avoiding the deep end, Avoiding commitment. Sitting on the sidelines.
Playing in the kiddy pool, kidding only myself.
I would dive in, but I may break my neck.
Hell, I guess I’ll just take off my water wings and go for it!
By Seansj URL on 06.29.2011
I waded in the water, expecting a sea animal to come reach its tongue out. Give me a lick. I tasted like salt water I assume, for I was sitting in the waters of the deep Atlantic ocean.
By Alli on 06.29.2011
i was wading through water, couldn’t go faster even though i was dying to.
the impediment of not going forward without doing much effort was tiring and depressing. i need more strength.
By maria silvia leon on 06.29.2011
I waded in the water, my skin embracing the cool smooth water. The crisp surface tickled the skin that wasn’t quite under yet, on my tip toes I moved slowly in the moisture. After a few seconds my senses all glided simultaneously underneath as my head dunked, I opened my eyes in the murky salt water.
By taytay URL on 06.29.2011
i had non of this bussiness i only whent draggy and dingy bit of crystal meth i dont know why i now i had to write of stuff i only preserve happyness untill i manage to fifill myself myself i had myself i am one meself
By gizelle on 06.29.2011