Sometimes I wonder if it’s positive to have an anchor. It can keep you steady in rough seas or give you time to think about a problem. It can also weigh you down and not allow you to move to the next adventure. Positive and negative, as with all things balance is key.
Erin
when I see the word anchor I think about ancestors, memory of them is submerged below time
You were my anchor, my rock, my leaden weight; but instead of keeping me grounded, you just weighed me down. I should have known not to trust you. Now I am heavy with regret and you.
Emily stared longingly into the eyes of her new husband, Aaron. She knew that just as the anchor keeps the ship at bay; he would always keep her grounded and safe. Everything would be okay.
you are an anchor, except I don’t want to stop here
this is the middle of the ocean and here affords me miles and miles of blue for view
don’t weigh me down.
cauliflower
You are the wind beneath my wings, and my solid ground. My sunshine and my rain. The apple of my eye. My lift-off and my anchor.
I am anchored to the spot, unable to move. Hyperaware of my surroundings but unable to make any decision, overwhelmed by the circumstances and trying to stay calm. What to do, where to go. I am crippled by my indecision…
I am weighed down by my love. It consumes me and occupies every inch of my mind. I can’t escape it.
My love is an anchor.
I am in love.
I am an anchor.
Duncan
ship need to have it to stop at the coast. big and heavy.
sasha
The anchor scrapped against the bottom of the sea floor and the sea vessel came to a sudden halt. The passengers swayed back and forth in their rooms as all their dishes and trinkets came crashing to the ground.
errick robbins
Pulling me down to the core of the Earth. Tatted into my skin and unable to release. We all have an anchor in our lives. Mine will be the end of me.
There was this intangible thing about it, like some of us didnt belong and others had belonged for too long. But when he walked through the door, we felt it. It couldn’d be quantified, nor could it be scientifically analyzed, but we each knew it was palpable. He bound us, with his grandeur and his progressiveness and his antiquity the same. We were in his ship, awaiting our captain, and he had just lifted anchor.
a tattoo
a boat
freedom
being stable
happiness
summer
the image of a sailboat on the ocean on a sunny day with a clear blue sky. the boat is anchored but it lightly sways back and forth and you, you are lying on the bow, dangling your hands and feet off the edge so they just touch the cool water.
S
You are my anchor. You weigh me to the ground so I cannot float away when the ocean pushes at my ribs. Instead, I hold fast, strong or paralyzed, and I try my best not to drown.
When the anchor drops and the ship still moves, terror ensues. The ship bounces back and forth, held tight against the taught line, unable to move forward. An anchor must be planned. It cannot be a mistake. A ship will be torn assunder if there is no plan to stop. Do not drop. Keep moving or prepare for distruction
Cara Roxanne
There had been one, once, but the anchor that had fastened his soul to this world had been swept away by the demons of betrayal and hopelessness. He had little time left, and in another time he would have grasped at this fleeting moments, begged them to stay as they tried to wing away through his fingers. But now he begged them to leave him. He couldn’t stand their shining brilliance anymore.
Hope is an anchor for the soul. The sunset was so bright, golden, crimson, an array of flower blossoms glowing in the sky and flowing into each other, but my heart was so dark, flooded over by despair. I had let go of my anchor. A sea of evil foamed, roaring, swirling up over the sides of my heart’s boat, salt water spilling over from my eyes. I gave up to disobedience, to darkness. But Jesus calmed my storm, like He did so many years ago. He pulled my boat back to shore, whether I liked it or not, reminded me of His overarching love and He guards me jealously still. My soul is anchored.
I used to believe it was an anchor that had me tethered to this place, for the rest of time, and I would never be released. Your youth tends to convince you of that. You’re trapped, and you must break free, but in reality, it’s okay to have your heart anchored to a place, to your home. Even if you visit the world, it’s okay to know that somewhere in the world your heart is meant to be. That your heart is always anchored to somewhere solid, somewhere that will bring you inspiration.
Laura Shane
She was the anchor in the family. Her presence was one thing that grounded them all to the home, to the town, to the past.
It’s something I do now. I am an anchor. I have an anchor on me too. And will forever. Stop asking me if I am a Sailor. I’m not, nor will I ever be a Sailor. You aren’t clever, anchors can represent much more than sailing.
Dustyn Deerman
He’s slipping, knows that. Knows he hasn’t been right the past few weeks, but can’t do anything about it.
He feels like Shibuya looked- the whole reason he started the mess with his Conductor, and he wonders if this will impact her again. If by losing track of time, by losing himself, he’ll return her to the tattered state she was in just months ago. And he can’t help but wonder- should he be falling apart like this? Do Composers normally find themselves crumbling like he is?
Maybe he shouldn’t risk it. Maybe he should give up his position. Nothing’s waiting for him here, anyway.
Nothing, that is, but Sanae- apparently. Joshua stares at him blankly as he approaches with that smile on his face, tighter now but still the same, and thinks he’ll wait just a bit longer. Maybe Sanae can hold him together.
He tried to move forward, an act that all at once seemed futile. There was no anchor pinning him to the ground, there was no wall blocking his path. It had finally just come down to him. And there could be no escape from apathy.
David
cool thing used very long time ago by sailors i think it is very heavy i mean it fixes the ship and prevent it from moving
yoyo
hill top round angular ceiling
artem
I left. I ran. Then, I bought a boat and sailed away. The day was beautiful. I thought…about you. Then, I thought about my life to this point. On the water. With no anchor.
Zara Sky
It’s kind of wierd how the strangest things can hold you down. And I think some people need something there, tying them down, or else they’ll never come back even though they want to. They’re too busy, the kind of person who just never slows down.
They need an anchor or else they’ll reach the stars tooo early and have nothing to strive for. They’ll just keep going so far they’re out of reach.
Emily
I really wanted that necklace with an anchor.
I looked at it a second time. And now I blame that purchase
for the start of my troubles, as silly as it sounds.
Robin
The girl had a tattoo of an anchor. “I refuse to sink,” the text underneath said. Someone tied her to an anchor and threw her in the ocean. She sank.
You are my anchor.
You are my everything.
You’re the only thing that keeps together, you help me stay grounded while my head tries to drift away with the waves of the sea.
You are my love.
You are my anchor.
You are my everything,
and my everything is all you’ll ever be.
the symbol of the hope, yuo will have some help if you h
Alina
My partner for life, my better half. They hold onto to me and keep me grounded. They don’t cloud themselves with who I could be, but adore me for who I am.
Deep under the water, I felt my lungs begin to burn. All around me, debris floated around – all the wreckage of the ship that had sunk alarming quickly. Through the dark void, I strained by bloodshot eyes to see the ships anchor, falling down into the depths.
The main element of some machines for reducing movement and vibration.
I need someone to be my anchor. To keep me stable. Otherwise, I just feel like I’m floating all the time.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s positive to have an anchor. It can keep you steady in rough seas or give you time to think about a problem. It can also weigh you down and not allow you to move to the next adventure. Positive and negative, as with all things balance is key.
when I see the word anchor I think about ancestors, memory of them is submerged below time
You were my anchor, my rock, my leaden weight; but instead of keeping me grounded, you just weighed me down. I should have known not to trust you. Now I am heavy with regret and you.
Emily stared longingly into the eyes of her new husband, Aaron. She knew that just as the anchor keeps the ship at bay; he would always keep her grounded and safe. Everything would be okay.
you are an anchor, except I don’t want to stop here
this is the middle of the ocean and here affords me miles and miles of blue for view
don’t weigh me down.
You are the wind beneath my wings, and my solid ground. My sunshine and my rain. The apple of my eye. My lift-off and my anchor.
I am anchored to the spot, unable to move. Hyperaware of my surroundings but unable to make any decision, overwhelmed by the circumstances and trying to stay calm. What to do, where to go. I am crippled by my indecision…
I am weighed down by my love. It consumes me and occupies every inch of my mind. I can’t escape it.
My love is an anchor.
I am in love.
I am an anchor.
ship need to have it to stop at the coast. big and heavy.
The anchor scrapped against the bottom of the sea floor and the sea vessel came to a sudden halt. The passengers swayed back and forth in their rooms as all their dishes and trinkets came crashing to the ground.
Pulling me down to the core of the Earth. Tatted into my skin and unable to release. We all have an anchor in our lives. Mine will be the end of me.
it goes under and sinks every morning and evening. it’s kept by by old ship.
There was this intangible thing about it, like some of us didnt belong and others had belonged for too long. But when he walked through the door, we felt it. It couldn’d be quantified, nor could it be scientifically analyzed, but we each knew it was palpable. He bound us, with his grandeur and his progressiveness and his antiquity the same. We were in his ship, awaiting our captain, and he had just lifted anchor.
The anchor fell down down down from the tiny boat we sailed in. We didn’t know where we were or where were we going.
heavy black metal thing to submerge into the sea and keep the ship which is held by chain to anchor from moving.
a tattoo
a boat
freedom
being stable
happiness
summer
the image of a sailboat on the ocean on a sunny day with a clear blue sky. the boat is anchored but it lightly sways back and forth and you, you are lying on the bow, dangling your hands and feet off the edge so they just touch the cool water.
You are my anchor. You weigh me to the ground so I cannot float away when the ocean pushes at my ribs. Instead, I hold fast, strong or paralyzed, and I try my best not to drown.
When the anchor drops and the ship still moves, terror ensues. The ship bounces back and forth, held tight against the taught line, unable to move forward. An anchor must be planned. It cannot be a mistake. A ship will be torn assunder if there is no plan to stop. Do not drop. Keep moving or prepare for distruction
There had been one, once, but the anchor that had fastened his soul to this world had been swept away by the demons of betrayal and hopelessness. He had little time left, and in another time he would have grasped at this fleeting moments, begged them to stay as they tried to wing away through his fingers. But now he begged them to leave him. He couldn’t stand their shining brilliance anymore.
Hope is an anchor for the soul. The sunset was so bright, golden, crimson, an array of flower blossoms glowing in the sky and flowing into each other, but my heart was so dark, flooded over by despair. I had let go of my anchor. A sea of evil foamed, roaring, swirling up over the sides of my heart’s boat, salt water spilling over from my eyes. I gave up to disobedience, to darkness. But Jesus calmed my storm, like He did so many years ago. He pulled my boat back to shore, whether I liked it or not, reminded me of His overarching love and He guards me jealously still. My soul is anchored.
I used to believe it was an anchor that had me tethered to this place, for the rest of time, and I would never be released. Your youth tends to convince you of that. You’re trapped, and you must break free, but in reality, it’s okay to have your heart anchored to a place, to your home. Even if you visit the world, it’s okay to know that somewhere in the world your heart is meant to be. That your heart is always anchored to somewhere solid, somewhere that will bring you inspiration.
She was the anchor in the family. Her presence was one thing that grounded them all to the home, to the town, to the past.
I am one. It’s something that I do now. I also have one on me, permanently. No, I’m not a sailor, stop asking me.
It’s something I do now. I am an anchor. I have an anchor on me too. And will forever. Stop asking me if I am a Sailor. I’m not, nor will I ever be a Sailor. You aren’t clever, anchors can represent much more than sailing.
He’s slipping, knows that. Knows he hasn’t been right the past few weeks, but can’t do anything about it.
He feels like Shibuya looked- the whole reason he started the mess with his Conductor, and he wonders if this will impact her again. If by losing track of time, by losing himself, he’ll return her to the tattered state she was in just months ago. And he can’t help but wonder- should he be falling apart like this? Do Composers normally find themselves crumbling like he is?
Maybe he shouldn’t risk it. Maybe he should give up his position. Nothing’s waiting for him here, anyway.
Nothing, that is, but Sanae- apparently. Joshua stares at him blankly as he approaches with that smile on his face, tighter now but still the same, and thinks he’ll wait just a bit longer. Maybe Sanae can hold him together.
He tried to move forward, an act that all at once seemed futile. There was no anchor pinning him to the ground, there was no wall blocking his path. It had finally just come down to him. And there could be no escape from apathy.
cool thing used very long time ago by sailors i think it is very heavy i mean it fixes the ship and prevent it from moving
hill top round angular ceiling
I left. I ran. Then, I bought a boat and sailed away. The day was beautiful. I thought…about you. Then, I thought about my life to this point. On the water. With no anchor.
It’s kind of wierd how the strangest things can hold you down. And I think some people need something there, tying them down, or else they’ll never come back even though they want to. They’re too busy, the kind of person who just never slows down.
They need an anchor or else they’ll reach the stars tooo early and have nothing to strive for. They’ll just keep going so far they’re out of reach.
I really wanted that necklace with an anchor.
I looked at it a second time. And now I blame that purchase
for the start of my troubles, as silly as it sounds.
The girl had a tattoo of an anchor. “I refuse to sink,” the text underneath said. Someone tied her to an anchor and threw her in the ocean. She sank.
Anchor, anchor, anchor. All you do is drag me down.
You are my anchor.
You are my everything.
You’re the only thing that keeps together, you help me stay grounded while my head tries to drift away with the waves of the sea.
You are my love.
You are my anchor.
You are my everything,
and my everything is all you’ll ever be.
the symbol of the hope, yuo will have some help if you h
My partner for life, my better half. They hold onto to me and keep me grounded. They don’t cloud themselves with who I could be, but adore me for who I am.
Deep under the water, I felt my lungs begin to burn. All around me, debris floated around – all the wreckage of the ship that had sunk alarming quickly. Through the dark void, I strained by bloodshot eyes to see the ships anchor, falling down into the depths.
It is very intersting to see how the anchor is going up at the ship. It seems as a big bisherman catches a great fish to the boat.