i can see the tears that have stained your skin below your eyes. please don’t cry anymore. it’s not worth your tears, and i know you’re a fighter. you fought me.
i’m dipping below that line
below the line of calm
dipping below to the uncontrolled
the unfiltered
the small crevices of my mind that i can not control
where my darkest thoughts are from
it is where i hide things
that no one knows
From my pedestal of accomplishment, I look below at all the hurdles I jumped, the challenges I faced head-on and crushed with my own hands and power. I’ve finally grasped what I wanted, I’ve finally made something of myself.
No one knew what lay below the old hatch. A lot of people said it was just an old, abandoned coal mine while the old timers said it had once been used as a bunker by the military. Once, while eating at a diner, I came across an old man who told me he had broken through the hatch. He told me below he found the garden of Eden.
below my head is my heart. and right about now it is beating unreasonably fast. i need this. this dennis character. i mean, i’ve been so low. low beyond any. i miss him but i want someone better. someone to actually be capable to love without any doubt.
I’m above your recall and below your senses, hiding in the mud that doubles as your second home away from home away from house.
Because you lived in a mud filled log before you moved to the bog, and I’m not classy like you – I’ve got this straw contraption laid out; no solid walls for me, no sirree.
I’d ask what’s important, or maybe you already know but can’t formulate an answer but above notice is below recall.
below the fill line
that’s where we are always at
we try to fill our cup all the time, but we never seem to reach our goal
there’s always something to make the cup bigger
and I love every minute of it
Bryan Green
below reminds me of below the sea. I think of The Little mermaid which was one of my favorite movies when I was younger. I really liked that she wanted to be apart of a different world and wanted to travel. I LOVE travelling and would like to go to Paris, and Scotland. I know how to speak French which would help with Paris, I also know a little scottish galic. I would really like to go under the sea as well if a mermaid really was there, and if there isn’t then I wouldn’t because I am scared of the sea. I think there is probably a big sea monster below the sea.
Brandy
As Cherry walked along the bridge, ideally dropping stones into the gorge below. She contemplated jumping, it had been such a long day. A long year really, it was starting to get her down. Nothing seemed to be going her way. Not that it wasn’t her fault, she’d left things to long. Until they became urgent, then find out that what she’d done was completely moot.
RedQueen
below me I can hear the floor vibrating with sorrow.
below me I can feel the anger seep through the cracks in the walls.
below me I can see the tear-stained cheeks of lovers who were
forever, always, maybe, never.
below i see a blank space.
below i see a bed.
below i see my fear of movement,
below i see the inevitable change,
below i see decisions i have to make,
and this is all just below me.
it is nothing but the simplest of things that i can no longer give up on
Celia
below the twisting earth is
curling veins of trees
and my toes
leaves trodden and left to sleep
silence
below me waiting
the pads of my feet sullen
oldish shoe prints
rotten things in
pretty vases
ashes of the long gone forgotten and
flower petals fallen
As I think about all of the people I’ve unconsciously judged, it somehow makes me less likely to feel judged myself as I see how empty it all is.
temergent
hello there! he bellowed from down below them. there he was, at the bottom of the well with a broken leg and a lopsided smile.
kate
Below me, there is crimson
Above me, there is darkness,
I cannot seem to figure out how I got here
But I am cold
And I cannot find my way back to warmth
Nor can I warm myself up
A giggle alerts me
But I cannot see where or who it comes from
Can you help?
Can you save whats left?
I have wanted to do this forever. Fly. Finally, as I am getting hooked up in my gear and being reminded of certain landing tips, etc., I am getting ready to really do it. I put the glider on, start running with the wind in my ears, I’m off! I soar, watching everything shrink below me. My family waves from the ground and I am free!
Brianna
If you are below standards then you need to rise above! Being below the expectations of your parents can be disappointing to everyone involved! Rise above below… Don’t let yourself settle.
Meredith Love
The groaning floorboards sweated in the oppressive heat. Marie stood, her gun shouldered and pointed at the floor. All around her the jungle produced so many chirps and squawks that the noise rolled in something like a heavy fog. The tiger snorted below the floor of the hut. She clicked back the action on the rifle, and exhaled.
below her was a mass of bodies. writhing and moving in a way that sent chills down her spine. it was wrong. their faces looked up at her without really seeing.
Allison
We’re all coming up from below, all trading our lives for smoke.
The work is from the ones we know.
Coming up from below.
Who is this we are trying to become?
We cannot please. We must trust.
There is only trust and the light that divides us.
Everything she saw became a hierarchy in her mind, which unfortunately meant that she was always below something. At first she hated feeling inferior, but then she realized that she was never quite at the. So then she spent most of her time looking down and laughing at whatever was below her. And it made her feel so good.
I hate to look below when im high up in the air its scary. I hear pregnant women have hard times looking below as well some days I feel my energy level is below its avg sometimes i wonder about those that are 6 fgoot below when i hear the below i dont what to think im jusat typing im having a heard time with this becasue i cant go back and correct myself below ois reaally startin to bugg me below below below below is all i can think of yet i havre nothing to say about below
Shawanda Holsey
We’re all coming up from below, all trading our lives for smoke. The work is from the ones we know. Coming up from below. Who is this we are trying to become? We cannot please. We must trust. There is only trust and the light divides us.
Jocelyn
I learned the sign for below in ASL
you take one hand and move it around
underneath the other one
it’s the reverse for above
but I wondered, what if you only have one hand?
Can you use your feet?
ellie griffith
“Look out below!” Johnathan screamed and then of course, he jumped.
I stared after him like the idiot he was and wondered–briefly–if yelling before you jumped actually helped.
Of course, then I yelled the same and jumped after him.
They never told me that the canyon was bottomless.
I’ve been trapped here between nothing for the past five centuries.
Below me is blue and white space and more blue space. No hell below us,and above us only sky. Actually below where I sit is a fault line or at least within a 1/4 mile of where I sit as I type this.
Alyce Rocco
they repeatedly this word
two days in a row
like the way i make mistakes
and i can’t let them go
i do it again
after i said that i won’t
because obsession is hard
and it’s gotten much worse
because i’m smarter now
enough to fuck shit up
by using my brain just too much
i don’t use it for the betterment of my body
but for feeding fear
and making me act irresponsibly
the way that they love me
is never the way that i feel
all that i know
is this pain is too real
A glimmer of color moved beneath the surface of the water. It swayed gently with the waves as the water rocked back and forth. The reef was a home for many typical saltwater fish, but some exotic species inhabited the coral as well. The animals carry on with their lives, completely unaware of the dangerous changes their environment is experiencing.
Below the outer appearance, there is a girl who is afraid. She cries when she alone, only when she is alone. Below all that make up, is someone who is naturally beautiful. With a face that practically shines and a smile so pure. Below everything is a unique person waiting to break out of the shell, waiting to break out and just live life.
It wasn’t that Sherlock thought it below himself to do such mundane things as buying milk or cleaning the bathroom, (though John wouldn’t be surprised to learn that to be the case) it was just another one of those things he chose not to save into his mental hard drive. Manners and excessive hygiene and taking turns, why give up the phone numbers of all his previous clients for the past ten years in exchange for something so menial?
John couldn’t say he liked Sherlock’s choice of knowledge, but it was something he understood. So when he had to remember every time to stock the fridge full of something other than body parts, he only sighed and hoped it was worth it.
below the arms of the brazen,
otherneath cries of the fallen
slept a tiny bag of dreams,
waiting to be found
startled by the wake of dawn,
bursting with hy
out popped the
alice
Struggling to breathe, struggling to move, struggling to survive. I was deep below the surface, so far down that the light I had always focused on was becoming dimmer and dimmer with every second. It used to shine brightly, it used to be my center. Now, as I continued sinking, the light began to die, and my hope died with it.
Kathleen
Below there are remnants of history and artifacts of a world that once was. Everyday I walk all over this past, plowing over it with bulldozers, diggers, pavers, concrete machines, factories, vehicles. homes, mounds of garbage, piles of piles. And it sits there, silently below me…waiting to be uncovered or forgotten.
i can see the tears that have stained your skin below your eyes. please don’t cry anymore. it’s not worth your tears, and i know you’re a fighter. you fought me.
i’m dipping below that line
below the line of calm
dipping below to the uncontrolled
the unfiltered
the small crevices of my mind that i can not control
where my darkest thoughts are from
it is where i hide things
that no one knows
underneath some stuff
There was nothing visible below us. At the edge of the world. Sam with her hand in mine as we were whipped up by the wind and pushed into the unknown.
From my pedestal of accomplishment, I look below at all the hurdles I jumped, the challenges I faced head-on and crushed with my own hands and power. I’ve finally grasped what I wanted, I’ve finally made something of myself.
No one knew what lay below the old hatch. A lot of people said it was just an old, abandoned coal mine while the old timers said it had once been used as a bunker by the military. Once, while eating at a diner, I came across an old man who told me he had broken through the hatch. He told me below he found the garden of Eden.
“Below me.” He said.
“What?”
“Below me.”
“Are you saying that a your mama joke is below you?”
“BELOW ME!”
“Belo…OH! Fuck you too.”
hello
I’ll always remember that last big wave…
of your hands off the shallow shores of my sea…
you soon, where a final blue goodbye bellowed deep below.
I stand below the saphire sky
My eyes searching the horizen
For some unknown thing,
Some memory of my past.
I’ll always remember that last big wave…
of your hands off the shallow shores of my sea…
you soon, where a final goodbye bellowed deep below.
below my head is my heart. and right about now it is beating unreasonably fast. i need this. this dennis character. i mean, i’ve been so low. low beyond any. i miss him but i want someone better. someone to actually be capable to love without any doubt.
I’m above your recall and below your senses, hiding in the mud that doubles as your second home away from home away from house.
Because you lived in a mud filled log before you moved to the bog, and I’m not classy like you – I’ve got this straw contraption laid out; no solid walls for me, no sirree.
I’d ask what’s important, or maybe you already know but can’t formulate an answer but above notice is below recall.
below the fill line
that’s where we are always at
we try to fill our cup all the time, but we never seem to reach our goal
there’s always something to make the cup bigger
and I love every minute of it
below reminds me of below the sea. I think of The Little mermaid which was one of my favorite movies when I was younger. I really liked that she wanted to be apart of a different world and wanted to travel. I LOVE travelling and would like to go to Paris, and Scotland. I know how to speak French which would help with Paris, I also know a little scottish galic. I would really like to go under the sea as well if a mermaid really was there, and if there isn’t then I wouldn’t because I am scared of the sea. I think there is probably a big sea monster below the sea.
As Cherry walked along the bridge, ideally dropping stones into the gorge below. She contemplated jumping, it had been such a long day. A long year really, it was starting to get her down. Nothing seemed to be going her way. Not that it wasn’t her fault, she’d left things to long. Until they became urgent, then find out that what she’d done was completely moot.
below me I can hear the floor vibrating with sorrow.
below me I can feel the anger seep through the cracks in the walls.
below me I can see the tear-stained cheeks of lovers who were
forever, always, maybe, never.
below me I can see the future.
and I was right.
below i see a blank space.
below i see a bed.
below i see my fear of movement,
below i see the inevitable change,
below i see decisions i have to make,
and this is all just below me.
it is nothing but the simplest of things that i can no longer give up on
below the twisting earth is
curling veins of trees
and my toes
leaves trodden and left to sleep
silence
below me waiting
the pads of my feet sullen
oldish shoe prints
rotten things in
pretty vases
ashes of the long gone forgotten and
flower petals fallen
As I think about all of the people I’ve unconsciously judged, it somehow makes me less likely to feel judged myself as I see how empty it all is.
hello there! he bellowed from down below them. there he was, at the bottom of the well with a broken leg and a lopsided smile.
Below me, there is crimson
Above me, there is darkness,
I cannot seem to figure out how I got here
But I am cold
And I cannot find my way back to warmth
Nor can I warm myself up
A giggle alerts me
But I cannot see where or who it comes from
Can you help?
Can you save whats left?
I have wanted to do this forever. Fly. Finally, as I am getting hooked up in my gear and being reminded of certain landing tips, etc., I am getting ready to really do it. I put the glider on, start running with the wind in my ears, I’m off! I soar, watching everything shrink below me. My family waves from the ground and I am free!
If you are below standards then you need to rise above! Being below the expectations of your parents can be disappointing to everyone involved! Rise above below… Don’t let yourself settle.
The groaning floorboards sweated in the oppressive heat. Marie stood, her gun shouldered and pointed at the floor. All around her the jungle produced so many chirps and squawks that the noise rolled in something like a heavy fog. The tiger snorted below the floor of the hut. She clicked back the action on the rifle, and exhaled.
below her was a mass of bodies. writhing and moving in a way that sent chills down her spine. it was wrong. their faces looked up at her without really seeing.
We’re all coming up from below, all trading our lives for smoke.
The work is from the ones we know.
Coming up from below.
Who is this we are trying to become?
We cannot please. We must trust.
There is only trust and the light that divides us.
Everything she saw became a hierarchy in her mind, which unfortunately meant that she was always below something. At first she hated feeling inferior, but then she realized that she was never quite at the. So then she spent most of her time looking down and laughing at whatever was below her. And it made her feel so good.
I hate to look below when im high up in the air its scary. I hear pregnant women have hard times looking below as well some days I feel my energy level is below its avg sometimes i wonder about those that are 6 fgoot below when i hear the below i dont what to think im jusat typing im having a heard time with this becasue i cant go back and correct myself below ois reaally startin to bugg me below below below below is all i can think of yet i havre nothing to say about below
We’re all coming up from below, all trading our lives for smoke. The work is from the ones we know. Coming up from below. Who is this we are trying to become? We cannot please. We must trust. There is only trust and the light divides us.
I learned the sign for below in ASL
you take one hand and move it around
underneath the other one
it’s the reverse for above
but I wondered, what if you only have one hand?
Can you use your feet?
“Look out below!” Johnathan screamed and then of course, he jumped.
I stared after him like the idiot he was and wondered–briefly–if yelling before you jumped actually helped.
Of course, then I yelled the same and jumped after him.
They never told me that the canyon was bottomless.
I’ve been trapped here between nothing for the past five centuries.
Pity.
I wonder what they’re doing down there…below.
Below me is blue and white space and more blue space. No hell below us,and above us only sky. Actually below where I sit is a fault line or at least within a 1/4 mile of where I sit as I type this.
they repeatedly this word
two days in a row
like the way i make mistakes
and i can’t let them go
i do it again
after i said that i won’t
because obsession is hard
and it’s gotten much worse
because i’m smarter now
enough to fuck shit up
by using my brain just too much
i don’t use it for the betterment of my body
but for feeding fear
and making me act irresponsibly
the way that they love me
is never the way that i feel
all that i know
is this pain is too real
©L²
A glimmer of color moved beneath the surface of the water. It swayed gently with the waves as the water rocked back and forth. The reef was a home for many typical saltwater fish, but some exotic species inhabited the coral as well. The animals carry on with their lives, completely unaware of the dangerous changes their environment is experiencing.
Below the outer appearance, there is a girl who is afraid. She cries when she alone, only when she is alone. Below all that make up, is someone who is naturally beautiful. With a face that practically shines and a smile so pure. Below everything is a unique person waiting to break out of the shell, waiting to break out and just live life.
It wasn’t that Sherlock thought it below himself to do such mundane things as buying milk or cleaning the bathroom, (though John wouldn’t be surprised to learn that to be the case) it was just another one of those things he chose not to save into his mental hard drive. Manners and excessive hygiene and taking turns, why give up the phone numbers of all his previous clients for the past ten years in exchange for something so menial?
John couldn’t say he liked Sherlock’s choice of knowledge, but it was something he understood. So when he had to remember every time to stock the fridge full of something other than body parts, he only sighed and hoped it was worth it.
below the arms of the brazen,
otherneath cries of the fallen
slept a tiny bag of dreams,
waiting to be found
startled by the wake of dawn,
bursting with hy
out popped the
Struggling to breathe, struggling to move, struggling to survive. I was deep below the surface, so far down that the light I had always focused on was becoming dimmer and dimmer with every second. It used to shine brightly, it used to be my center. Now, as I continued sinking, the light began to die, and my hope died with it.
Below there are remnants of history and artifacts of a world that once was. Everyday I walk all over this past, plowing over it with bulldozers, diggers, pavers, concrete machines, factories, vehicles. homes, mounds of garbage, piles of piles. And it sits there, silently below me…waiting to be uncovered or forgotten.