Bandaged, in a trench,
as the stench of time thickens
and ripens with sickness.
Bandaged, beyond repair,
held with no caress or care,
bleeding out
with sickness.
Oh, how the stench of time thickens.
Rick Veloz
This is actually my second attempt; I was asking on the first time of asking if this was a spelling mistake?
Angy
Bandages are neat and nifty
They cover our wounds
Very tidy and thrifty
Pretty cool how awesome they are
Especially when you’re hurt
From a falling car
Joe
like ripping off a bandage. fast. do it fast before you even notice the pain…but…that seems so hard. what if it ends up hurting anyway? it always does…the sting afterward when you’re like…crap…bad idea…but…better than doing it slowly
megan
i am the master of bandages, i twist, turn, manipulate and roll them in every which direction, to cover and support every limb i ever broke, injured, alot!
kyle
and i took a small white piece of gauze from my pocket.. i placed it over my wrist and tied the end . there was nothing wrong with my wrist
kye
the bleeding would stop. we needed to apply the bandage- her heart, her soul, her intestines, everything was about to go. Bandaing her life,this is so weird I don’t know what to write.
anna
I am bandaged, broken on the inside.
you tore my heart out, I never should have believed you. I trusted your lies and you’ve left me damaged. A bandage cannot conceil the pain I have suffred. I never knew such suffering. What a beautiful disaster you’ve created.
courtney
the bandage was crimson in color, because of the blood that was spilled when i sliced into my thumb, i needed a new one, this cut must have been deep, because it hasn’t stopped bleeding for an hour.
Evan B
i don’t like bandages, they’re too sticky. on top of that, it’s also a way to seal up one’s hurting. personally, i would rather treasure the scar forever, knowing that it has a special place on my body, like the past reminding me of what my limits are, or what they aren’t.
Mauricio
read is what i saw and ead is what i write. I don’t read much but have started to read business books to expand my knowledge. I hope that that leads to great opprotunites. Damn i hope my spelling is working out on this thing. I wonder if anyone reads this stuff. oh wait bandage hahaha
m h
I slowly picked at the bandage not wanting to pull it off. I always get the chills right before, remembering the feeling of ripping the skin that is about to occur. You laugh like it’s a game. I know once I do it, I’ll be fine. I know, that. I always know that. It’s just pushing myself to do it. To step over that bridge. Going is the hardest part.
Julie
I have to pull the old ones off before I can clean the wound out. The rubbing alcohol stings against the exposed area, but I ignore it; infection isn’t worth the lack of pain.
I wind the new clean one around my arm.
JulyFlame
A bandage to mend this broken heart. Can’t you see, I am lost in the dark. I am trying to find away to keep the stitches from ripping. Will you be the bandage that holds them together, Please I ask. I am not sure whether or not I can keep them held together, I am not sure they can leave another ugly scar to remind me. Wrap around my heart, and hold it together.
Lunasha
disease is the bandage
prashantgattani
when i hurt i want someone to put a bandage on it so that i know that hurt won’t be the end of me. when things are bad that’s all i can see. my whole world becomes bad. I feel alone and the bad consumes me. i can’t stop it from coming. i want to have someone in my life that can tell me the bad is only temporary. that the world will be happy again and i can get through it. everyone deserves someone like this.
ashfaye
that could mean a lot of things?
like what kind of bandage?
Like one that goes on your arm or around your leg?
it could be like an emotionl bandage
whatvere that means
i’m not sure
thats all i have
thats it
ha
why don’t you just type that I’m Laughing my ass off?
Geoff
“Oh, you dingbat.” Morphia gave into temptation, and smacked her lord upside his head.
He gave her a very strange look. “What?”
“Humans bleed.” She sighed, grabbed his hand and a bandaid, and went to work. “Honestly. Some people. You should have thought of this.”
Shayd shrugged. “Never done the human thing before.”
She seriously considered hitting him again.
Johannah
I ripped the bandage from my face. i think it was all healed =, but there was till some dried blood right by my left cheeck. i allowed myself a moment to think about all this seemingly insigni
Charlotte
“Does it hurt?” She shook her head furiously, but her hand was clamped over the wound and her lips were pressed together so tightly that they were turning white. “So stubborn,” he said, but crouched down next to her. “Let me see it.”
Yona
my leg hurt today, the bandage helped a little. it got dirty so i washed it, and now it needs ironing to use again, ironing bandages seems pretty tedious, so i haven’t put it back on my foot yet, and strangely enough it still hurts.
megan sayer
When they tore it off, the sides had dried to a crusty yellow. The fibers shredded from the scab in a loose weave that ripped from the fiber of my soul. My soul screamed.
Shawn
cover a boo boo wrap around your ankle sticky side and padded side. or a gauze wrap with no sticky parts and then you need take that tape and stick it on with that. or the act of wrapping up a boo boo. cleary a person with a child or else the boo boo thing would go away. kiss my boo boo mommy.. on her butt! neosporin should go on the red yucky looking cuts also. and always peroxide, i put that crap on everything.
Bobbie
Ouch. My wound spilled blood openly, like a freshly born river out of the bosom of a damaged dam. I stemmed the reddish flow with the adhesive and gauze combonation henceforth known as a bandage what the fuck.
Ego
i got alot of cuts but i never used a bandage im just to cool the rest of these losers cant even compare to me im just fuckin amzing dont u agree plus there pussys and start cryin when even they get cuts and i dun like pullin them off it really hurts when it gets my body hair
toopy
I once had a therapist tell me how I was covering my wounds with a bandaid solution. And that the wound would not heal but fester. that I needed to just tear it off. She was right.
Edurne
Bandages are like the word sorry, no matter how many times you hear it, the wound is still there. The scar will remain, it’s just the colorful bandage that becomes a mask hiding what happened.
nick's mannequin
i keep a strong tournaquet around my life. it’s my coping mechanism, i guess. i hold everything in so tightly because if anything were to be let lose everything about me would fall to pieces. i’m so fragile. so, so fragile. the strongest thing about me is the person i project.
cashing in my emo moment
Broken. I guess we all heal, right? Your mum did it when you were young, kissed your ouchies, and have you a bandaid. They always seem to fix it all. And, they come in shapes, colours, anything you could imagine! How would we survive without them, i constantly ask myself, before kissing my sons cut up knee, or other appendage, and place a bandaid over it. Amazing.
Cassi
Bandages help with bloody things such as boo-boos. :( Also, bandages are used in anime as well to hide naughty bits. Bandage sounds like bondage as well, which reminds me of a Ryu Murakami film called Tokyo Decadence.
illuminesce
I put a bandage over it, but it won’t last forever. I’m hoping I won’t have to rip it off and expose all the scars and sores. I’m hoping that it happens this year. That they can heal forever. I don’t care if new ones come. I can take anything after being here and dealing with all of this. I listen to them laugh and pretend. It makes me sick to my stomach. I’m just sitting here.. waiting and hoping. Hoping I don’t screw it up. Hoping I can keep my emotions and pride in check.
elena
denial. play innocent. you kept me together. bandaged my broken pieces. don’t play the healer. you never healed me. you tattered my organs and now that my breathing has stopped… i guess this gets me out of the hospital. out of the fire.
Erica Extortion
I have a bandage on my finger because I got a boo-boo. The boo-boo was caused from falling down my bicycle and it stung like crazy. The bandage protected my boo-boo though, resulting in the boo-boo the allotted time to heal faster. I love special design bandaids
Jusinina
need one for my heart. wrap it up in gauze and let the bleeding begin. lonely nights pierce like stone carved arrows and leave chips of bone as they pass through this aching heart of mine.
kelli
I hate the first Aid relay in the Indoor Rally. We always learn all of the techniques the night of. This year will be different though – we are going to take the title. 110 represent.
David G
Bandages on my arms show that I have been through a rough patch. My girlfriend left me and left the scars to prove it. One day I’ll remove this white cloth and everyone will see what she did to me.
Churchman
I put a bandage on my heart and decided to move cross country. It was a quick patch job, a cry for help hidden deep within me. I thought I could outdistance the racing thoughts and the memories of what could have been. And I find I love my bandage more and more.
Emily McGuiness
It’s the thing that covers up what you don’t want people to see. Cuts aren’t pretty, neither are any sort of metaphorical blemishes…pretty much, they’re cheap cosmetic surgery to cover up how f***ed up you are, I guess. You like to hide yourself, you need to hide yourself, don’t you?
KR
wound around my ankle as I sit there, crying. You lean in and smile up at me. “It’s okay, hon. It’s not permanent. You’ll be fine.” You finish wrapping up the sprain and grab my hands to pull me up. “Careful, now. Steady.” you look in my eyes. “You okay?” I smile, nod.
Tristin
Bandaged by a string of tiny white-bread twist ties, all woven into a flat, stiff sheet. It does so little to soak up the blood. Now, what will I do with all this bread? Bread is very absorbent.
Bandaged, in a trench,
as the stench of time thickens
and ripens with sickness.
Bandaged, beyond repair,
held with no caress or care,
bleeding out
with sickness.
Oh, how the stench of time thickens.
This is actually my second attempt; I was asking on the first time of asking if this was a spelling mistake?
Bandages are neat and nifty
They cover our wounds
Very tidy and thrifty
Pretty cool how awesome they are
Especially when you’re hurt
From a falling car
like ripping off a bandage. fast. do it fast before you even notice the pain…but…that seems so hard. what if it ends up hurting anyway? it always does…the sting afterward when you’re like…crap…bad idea…but…better than doing it slowly
i am the master of bandages, i twist, turn, manipulate and roll them in every which direction, to cover and support every limb i ever broke, injured, alot!
and i took a small white piece of gauze from my pocket.. i placed it over my wrist and tied the end . there was nothing wrong with my wrist
the bleeding would stop. we needed to apply the bandage- her heart, her soul, her intestines, everything was about to go. Bandaing her life,this is so weird I don’t know what to write.
I am bandaged, broken on the inside.
you tore my heart out, I never should have believed you. I trusted your lies and you’ve left me damaged. A bandage cannot conceil the pain I have suffred. I never knew such suffering. What a beautiful disaster you’ve created.
the bandage was crimson in color, because of the blood that was spilled when i sliced into my thumb, i needed a new one, this cut must have been deep, because it hasn’t stopped bleeding for an hour.
i don’t like bandages, they’re too sticky. on top of that, it’s also a way to seal up one’s hurting. personally, i would rather treasure the scar forever, knowing that it has a special place on my body, like the past reminding me of what my limits are, or what they aren’t.
read is what i saw and ead is what i write. I don’t read much but have started to read business books to expand my knowledge. I hope that that leads to great opprotunites. Damn i hope my spelling is working out on this thing. I wonder if anyone reads this stuff. oh wait bandage hahaha
I slowly picked at the bandage not wanting to pull it off. I always get the chills right before, remembering the feeling of ripping the skin that is about to occur. You laugh like it’s a game. I know once I do it, I’ll be fine. I know, that. I always know that. It’s just pushing myself to do it. To step over that bridge. Going is the hardest part.
I have to pull the old ones off before I can clean the wound out. The rubbing alcohol stings against the exposed area, but I ignore it; infection isn’t worth the lack of pain.
I wind the new clean one around my arm.
A bandage to mend this broken heart. Can’t you see, I am lost in the dark. I am trying to find away to keep the stitches from ripping. Will you be the bandage that holds them together, Please I ask. I am not sure whether or not I can keep them held together, I am not sure they can leave another ugly scar to remind me. Wrap around my heart, and hold it together.
disease is the bandage
when i hurt i want someone to put a bandage on it so that i know that hurt won’t be the end of me. when things are bad that’s all i can see. my whole world becomes bad. I feel alone and the bad consumes me. i can’t stop it from coming. i want to have someone in my life that can tell me the bad is only temporary. that the world will be happy again and i can get through it. everyone deserves someone like this.
that could mean a lot of things?
like what kind of bandage?
Like one that goes on your arm or around your leg?
it could be like an emotionl bandage
whatvere that means
i’m not sure
thats all i have
thats it
ha
why don’t you just type that I’m Laughing my ass off?
“Oh, you dingbat.” Morphia gave into temptation, and smacked her lord upside his head.
He gave her a very strange look. “What?”
“Humans bleed.” She sighed, grabbed his hand and a bandaid, and went to work. “Honestly. Some people. You should have thought of this.”
Shayd shrugged. “Never done the human thing before.”
She seriously considered hitting him again.
I ripped the bandage from my face. i think it was all healed =, but there was till some dried blood right by my left cheeck. i allowed myself a moment to think about all this seemingly insigni
“Does it hurt?” She shook her head furiously, but her hand was clamped over the wound and her lips were pressed together so tightly that they were turning white. “So stubborn,” he said, but crouched down next to her. “Let me see it.”
my leg hurt today, the bandage helped a little. it got dirty so i washed it, and now it needs ironing to use again, ironing bandages seems pretty tedious, so i haven’t put it back on my foot yet, and strangely enough it still hurts.
When they tore it off, the sides had dried to a crusty yellow. The fibers shredded from the scab in a loose weave that ripped from the fiber of my soul. My soul screamed.
cover a boo boo wrap around your ankle sticky side and padded side. or a gauze wrap with no sticky parts and then you need take that tape and stick it on with that. or the act of wrapping up a boo boo. cleary a person with a child or else the boo boo thing would go away. kiss my boo boo mommy.. on her butt! neosporin should go on the red yucky looking cuts also. and always peroxide, i put that crap on everything.
Ouch. My wound spilled blood openly, like a freshly born river out of the bosom of a damaged dam. I stemmed the reddish flow with the adhesive and gauze combonation henceforth known as a bandage what the fuck.
i got alot of cuts but i never used a bandage im just to cool the rest of these losers cant even compare to me im just fuckin amzing dont u agree plus there pussys and start cryin when even they get cuts and i dun like pullin them off it really hurts when it gets my body hair
I once had a therapist tell me how I was covering my wounds with a bandaid solution. And that the wound would not heal but fester. that I needed to just tear it off. She was right.
Bandages are like the word sorry, no matter how many times you hear it, the wound is still there. The scar will remain, it’s just the colorful bandage that becomes a mask hiding what happened.
i keep a strong tournaquet around my life. it’s my coping mechanism, i guess. i hold everything in so tightly because if anything were to be let lose everything about me would fall to pieces. i’m so fragile. so, so fragile. the strongest thing about me is the person i project.
Broken. I guess we all heal, right? Your mum did it when you were young, kissed your ouchies, and have you a bandaid. They always seem to fix it all. And, they come in shapes, colours, anything you could imagine! How would we survive without them, i constantly ask myself, before kissing my sons cut up knee, or other appendage, and place a bandaid over it. Amazing.
Bandages help with bloody things such as boo-boos. :( Also, bandages are used in anime as well to hide naughty bits. Bandage sounds like bondage as well, which reminds me of a Ryu Murakami film called Tokyo Decadence.
I put a bandage over it, but it won’t last forever. I’m hoping I won’t have to rip it off and expose all the scars and sores. I’m hoping that it happens this year. That they can heal forever. I don’t care if new ones come. I can take anything after being here and dealing with all of this. I listen to them laugh and pretend. It makes me sick to my stomach. I’m just sitting here.. waiting and hoping. Hoping I don’t screw it up. Hoping I can keep my emotions and pride in check.
denial. play innocent. you kept me together. bandaged my broken pieces. don’t play the healer. you never healed me. you tattered my organs and now that my breathing has stopped… i guess this gets me out of the hospital. out of the fire.
I have a bandage on my finger because I got a boo-boo. The boo-boo was caused from falling down my bicycle and it stung like crazy. The bandage protected my boo-boo though, resulting in the boo-boo the allotted time to heal faster. I love special design bandaids
need one for my heart. wrap it up in gauze and let the bleeding begin. lonely nights pierce like stone carved arrows and leave chips of bone as they pass through this aching heart of mine.
I hate the first Aid relay in the Indoor Rally. We always learn all of the techniques the night of. This year will be different though – we are going to take the title. 110 represent.
Bandages on my arms show that I have been through a rough patch. My girlfriend left me and left the scars to prove it. One day I’ll remove this white cloth and everyone will see what she did to me.
I put a bandage on my heart and decided to move cross country. It was a quick patch job, a cry for help hidden deep within me. I thought I could outdistance the racing thoughts and the memories of what could have been. And I find I love my bandage more and more.
It’s the thing that covers up what you don’t want people to see. Cuts aren’t pretty, neither are any sort of metaphorical blemishes…pretty much, they’re cheap cosmetic surgery to cover up how f***ed up you are, I guess. You like to hide yourself, you need to hide yourself, don’t you?
wound around my ankle as I sit there, crying. You lean in and smile up at me. “It’s okay, hon. It’s not permanent. You’ll be fine.” You finish wrapping up the sprain and grab my hands to pull me up. “Careful, now. Steady.” you look in my eyes. “You okay?” I smile, nod.
Bandaged by a string of tiny white-bread twist ties, all woven into a flat, stiff sheet. It does so little to soak up the blood. Now, what will I do with all this bread? Bread is very absorbent.