once there was colour, but it’s gone now. some might say that’s a bad thing. i think it’s just a matter of perspective. maybe i’m autistic and just don’t like the colour yellow.
Bryan
I knew she did it for the attention. She bought those expensive clothes, dyed her hair that bleach-blonde, and wore all that makeup for the attention. She knew many girls looked at her with envy. But she didn’t know that many of us saw through her. We knew what she was; we knew she lacked anything real. But we knew we were real, and we were content.
bleach
wash it all away in a sea of white and
burning my eyes, stinging, tearing up
cleaning it all away.
I reach towards the bottle and motion
“Don’t drink”
and
“Not for children”
and
these other things you don’t find out until
you’re too old to care.
bleach is slippery. it cleans my bathroom, it kills germs. bleach is a killer. it kills germs and stains. it is a slick killer, or rather – a smooth criminal. stains, germs, unacceptable. bleach rids us of the unacceptable.
india
white
shirts
socks
smell
pool
clean
nice
summer
sun
breeze
sheets
bounty
clorox
oxyclean
ruined white tank
washing machine
laundry
folding
teeth
dentist
beach
Rachelle
..you think it naive that I believe in Heaven..and for once ,you are correct.For,my idea of Heaven is you with me-madly in love with me..yet,if you were madly in love with me,it would not be you at all,would it.Therefore,Heaven can not exsist.Ah,but here is my hope against hope…my private dream.When I die,I see no bleach white light to go home to;I wake up.You are next to me and you say,”What’s wrong,Darling?Did you have a bad dream..
Re:Joyce
The bedspread was stained with blood. I shoved it in the washer with an uneeded amount of bleach. This wasn’t how it was suppose to happen.
the first thing that comes to mind is snow. the color of snow that bleach turns our clothes and our linens and our bed sheets. it’s a beautiful white that comes with the chemical smell from mixing it with water
She didn’t mean to do it. It had been a mistake, hadn’t it? She had thought that bleaching her hair would make her look *good*, not bald. She had just wanted to look like one of the girls she saw in Kevin’s locker everyday. But it had gone terribly wrong: now a whole chunk had fallen off of her bangs, leaving her completely bald on that side. She looked like a freak.
lac08
It smelled so strong, it burned her nose. but it had to be done. she soaked the bloodied bandages in bleach, letting the blood run out and turn the liquid pink. she hated being hurt when she was all alone like this…
Bleach is something to be used in the laundry to remove pesky stains. It also a manga. I have no idea what this manga is about, but I know many who do. However, my alliances lie with the laundry reference. :)
I’m saturated by white. In the nothingness I feel the sting of fate. Cleanness is all around me and there is no way of describing it other then saying it’s somehow the way you feel when you wake up in the morning with nothing to do. I’m clean now but inside I’m not sure. The bleach hasn’t had time to get there. When will i be rescued?
andre
Nothing cleans like bleach.
Brian
My mother, standing by the sink in her yellow sundress, poured a capful of bleach into the water to wash the dishes. I banged on my table with fists full of silverware, my sister beside me sang a nursery rhyme. My mother, sun in her hair and a weary haggard face, did not tell us to be quiet. She discretely poured the bleach into our oatmeal.
I strode across the halls swiftly, yet silently; as I always do. Though, to my surprise, today was unlike any other. Instead of solemnly passing through this worthless hallway seeing familiar faces holding no soul or true passion, a girl with hair bleached as bright as the sun passed me. Her sideways glance from those amethyst colored eyes sent chills down my spine. Who was this toxic beauty, and when shall I meet her?
white, clean clothes, the smell, somehow… death ? what ? what is this ? Whats going on ? I thought I was here to do laundry, not witness a murder!
Saddie
Everything was white. I had spilled bleach onto the clothes, my hair, the sheets. Everything. I couldn’t stand the colors any more. My life wasn’t a box of crayons, god damnit, so why did I need it in my life? No. I had had enough. But now…now it was too white. Too much bleach destroys your life, you know. And man, did I destroy mine.
MJ
bottles wait in the laundry room.
Some blue, some orange, but one is white.
It is a bottle of purity.
And mixed with death.
twonkme
The acrid smell of bleach filled the kitchen as she scrubbed the counters. Her eyes teared while she rubbed at the stains until her muscles burned with the effort.
bleach, such an odd word. bleach bleach bleach. its fun to type. its one of those words that are just funny to me because of how there spelled.
Gabby Cavanagh
Today I decided to bleach my heari but it turned out to be a bad idea. The bleach smelled bad, it burned my eyes, and my hair looks like a moldy carrot. I will never use bleach again. It was an awful experience.
Maya Abramson
Her hair was bleached blonde. No, blonder than blonde. It was almost white, yet when the light caught it I swear I could see dashes of purple. It contrasted strongly against her dark blue eyes. She smelled of summer, that soft, tangy scent your skin gets when you’ve been out all afternoon.
Jo
Bleach can take the stains out of everything, but don’t try to use it to take out the imperfections in your life because the ammonia could kill you pretty quickly. Bleach makes things white, clean, pure; everything opposite of me.
Sometimes I don’t really know about bleach. Like, I heard it’s corrosive and pretty dangerous, but I also heard that it can make clothes pure and white again. I just don’t really know how bleach works. But it’s pretty cool I guess, if you’ve got a stain on your white t-shirt.
Marielle
Bleach. Something with quite a few purposes. Making your hair heinous. Cleaning. Whitening. Killing. Alright, so maybe not a LOT of purposes, but quite a few. You know. Bleach.
Taylor
oh please please baby,
just leave me down,
I’ve done so much
and its more now
than gone
please please baby
FTS
Putting clothes in the washing machine, loading white powder and turning the dial 360 degrees. I used to watch her do it every Sunday morning but not understand why. Why the clothes didn’t stay white on their own that is, but it didn’t matter. What mattered is I was there and she was there and in that moment, everything was okay. Looking back it’s a blur, the memories, I bleached them out just like she did, getting rid of the stains.
The bleach dripped onto the black cloth, staining it white.
It makes it appear like fresh-fallen snow, or perhaps a wedding gown.
Not stained deep red as both were that night I lost you.
Its the stuff you do laundry with. To..ehhh..Bleach clothes? Right? I don’t know. I’ve never had to use it before. But I guess I will sooner or later. I love the smell of clean clothes :D
Michele McAndrew
The white tile shined wholly as she poured the bleach over the previously yellowed tiles. She smiled in success.
Mizu
Bleach makes everything go down easier the plumber intoned. I hardly even have to plunge anymore. Your pipes are white on the outside . . . and when that crisp, cool bleach cascades down the drain, through the U-trap and over the smooth, clean plastic surface, it’s like a sparkling waterfall of corrosive alkaline fluid . . . so beautiful!
i have bleached away everything from my adolescence on Thursday. what is when i had graduated. it doesn’t feel like its all gone but it is. i will never feel the way i have for years ever again.
i <3 you all class of 2010
paul
my mom was doing my laundry for me, but ended up getting bleach all over my beloved beach towel. i was so upset– but next time i should just do the laundry myself. fricken beach towel.
well, bright now im watching family chanel eating an icecream sandwich in pei canada……… bleach! i just noticed that, i thaught we were just suppoed to right about “oneword” aahahahahhahaahahahaahah… bleach… makes stuff white. my icecream tastes good. mr.macadam. baldy. niki
jenny is kind of a bitttch.
i just got a text?
am i done yet….?
hilary maccallum
i dont use bleach very often, but its really great for stains. i have a few stains by the way, maybe i should use some bleach! I never really have used it on any thing but i will soon! i also know that it is some weird tv show with anime characters. andajdbvjioabergbahuvgasdgjaklgobaiojw3nefiajbru9ahndkjnijbapirgbnjkavnoj m,naklxlkm ovkl ldmnvloagbn ld kbnkan vklsvnbaklbhre934jdb 94nmb 934 b 085nvo 948 bvkndf werkvr954 kvj r vk
ethan
Bleach, what about bleach. Why is it so good? It cleans the blood out of your clothes. Now I know that sounds a bit strange, but it’s true. After all, haven’t you ever had a white t-shirt that had blood stains in it? Now don’t mistake me for some serial killer, but it’s totally true. Also, drinking bleach is totally fun as it cleans your system. Not, please don’t drink bleach.
once there was colour, but it’s gone now. some might say that’s a bad thing. i think it’s just a matter of perspective. maybe i’m autistic and just don’t like the colour yellow.
I knew she did it for the attention. She bought those expensive clothes, dyed her hair that bleach-blonde, and wore all that makeup for the attention. She knew many girls looked at her with envy. But she didn’t know that many of us saw through her. We knew what she was; we knew she lacked anything real. But we knew we were real, and we were content.
bleach
wash it all away in a sea of white and
burning my eyes, stinging, tearing up
cleaning it all away.
I reach towards the bottle and motion
“Don’t drink”
and
“Not for children”
and
these other things you don’t find out until
you’re too old to care.
bleach
bleach is slippery. it cleans my bathroom, it kills germs. bleach is a killer. it kills germs and stains. it is a slick killer, or rather – a smooth criminal. stains, germs, unacceptable. bleach rids us of the unacceptable.
white
shirts
socks
smell
pool
clean
nice
summer
sun
breeze
sheets
bounty
clorox
oxyclean
ruined white tank
washing machine
laundry
folding
teeth
dentist
beach
..you think it naive that I believe in Heaven..and for once ,you are correct.For,my idea of Heaven is you with me-madly in love with me..yet,if you were madly in love with me,it would not be you at all,would it.Therefore,Heaven can not exsist.Ah,but here is my hope against hope…my private dream.When I die,I see no bleach white light to go home to;I wake up.You are next to me and you say,”What’s wrong,Darling?Did you have a bad dream..
The bedspread was stained with blood. I shoved it in the washer with an uneeded amount of bleach. This wasn’t how it was suppose to happen.
the first thing that comes to mind is snow. the color of snow that bleach turns our clothes and our linens and our bed sheets. it’s a beautiful white that comes with the chemical smell from mixing it with water
Hi. Bleach rocks my socks.
Bleach is awesome for getting stains out of shirts. Big whoop, next.
She didn’t mean to do it. It had been a mistake, hadn’t it? She had thought that bleaching her hair would make her look *good*, not bald. She had just wanted to look like one of the girls she saw in Kevin’s locker everyday. But it had gone terribly wrong: now a whole chunk had fallen off of her bangs, leaving her completely bald on that side. She looked like a freak.
It smelled so strong, it burned her nose. but it had to be done. she soaked the bloodied bandages in bleach, letting the blood run out and turn the liquid pink. she hated being hurt when she was all alone like this…
Bleach is something to be used in the laundry to remove pesky stains. It also a manga. I have no idea what this manga is about, but I know many who do. However, my alliances lie with the laundry reference. :)
I’m saturated by white. In the nothingness I feel the sting of fate. Cleanness is all around me and there is no way of describing it other then saying it’s somehow the way you feel when you wake up in the morning with nothing to do. I’m clean now but inside I’m not sure. The bleach hasn’t had time to get there. When will i be rescued?
Nothing cleans like bleach.
My mother, standing by the sink in her yellow sundress, poured a capful of bleach into the water to wash the dishes. I banged on my table with fists full of silverware, my sister beside me sang a nursery rhyme. My mother, sun in her hair and a weary haggard face, did not tell us to be quiet. She discretely poured the bleach into our oatmeal.
HAHAHA I’M DEAD NOW, BITCH!
I strode across the halls swiftly, yet silently; as I always do. Though, to my surprise, today was unlike any other. Instead of solemnly passing through this worthless hallway seeing familiar faces holding no soul or true passion, a girl with hair bleached as bright as the sun passed me. Her sideways glance from those amethyst colored eyes sent chills down my spine. Who was this toxic beauty, and when shall I meet her?
white, clean clothes, the smell, somehow… death ? what ? what is this ? Whats going on ? I thought I was here to do laundry, not witness a murder!
Everything was white. I had spilled bleach onto the clothes, my hair, the sheets. Everything. I couldn’t stand the colors any more. My life wasn’t a box of crayons, god damnit, so why did I need it in my life? No. I had had enough. But now…now it was too white. Too much bleach destroys your life, you know. And man, did I destroy mine.
bottles wait in the laundry room.
Some blue, some orange, but one is white.
It is a bottle of purity.
And mixed with death.
The acrid smell of bleach filled the kitchen as she scrubbed the counters. Her eyes teared while she rubbed at the stains until her muscles burned with the effort.
bleach, such an odd word. bleach bleach bleach. its fun to type. its one of those words that are just funny to me because of how there spelled.
Today I decided to bleach my heari but it turned out to be a bad idea. The bleach smelled bad, it burned my eyes, and my hair looks like a moldy carrot. I will never use bleach again. It was an awful experience.
Her hair was bleached blonde. No, blonder than blonde. It was almost white, yet when the light caught it I swear I could see dashes of purple. It contrasted strongly against her dark blue eyes. She smelled of summer, that soft, tangy scent your skin gets when you’ve been out all afternoon.
Bleach can take the stains out of everything, but don’t try to use it to take out the imperfections in your life because the ammonia could kill you pretty quickly. Bleach makes things white, clean, pure; everything opposite of me.
Sometimes I don’t really know about bleach. Like, I heard it’s corrosive and pretty dangerous, but I also heard that it can make clothes pure and white again. I just don’t really know how bleach works. But it’s pretty cool I guess, if you’ve got a stain on your white t-shirt.
Bleach. Something with quite a few purposes. Making your hair heinous. Cleaning. Whitening. Killing. Alright, so maybe not a LOT of purposes, but quite a few. You know. Bleach.
oh please please baby,
just leave me down,
I’ve done so much
and its more now
than gone
please please baby
Putting clothes in the washing machine, loading white powder and turning the dial 360 degrees. I used to watch her do it every Sunday morning but not understand why. Why the clothes didn’t stay white on their own that is, but it didn’t matter. What mattered is I was there and she was there and in that moment, everything was okay. Looking back it’s a blur, the memories, I bleached them out just like she did, getting rid of the stains.
The bleach dripped onto the black cloth, staining it white.
It makes it appear like fresh-fallen snow, or perhaps a wedding gown.
Not stained deep red as both were that night I lost you.
i once bleached my shirt so it would change color. Then i had a new shirt. Genius…
Its the stuff you do laundry with. To..ehhh..Bleach clothes? Right? I don’t know. I’ve never had to use it before. But I guess I will sooner or later. I love the smell of clean clothes :D
The white tile shined wholly as she poured the bleach over the previously yellowed tiles. She smiled in success.
Bleach makes everything go down easier the plumber intoned. I hardly even have to plunge anymore. Your pipes are white on the outside . . . and when that crisp, cool bleach cascades down the drain, through the U-trap and over the smooth, clean plastic surface, it’s like a sparkling waterfall of corrosive alkaline fluid . . . so beautiful!
One time I bleached a blue shirt and it ended up turning the color of puke. Guess I don’t fool around with bleach anymore…
i have bleached away everything from my adolescence on Thursday. what is when i had graduated. it doesn’t feel like its all gone but it is. i will never feel the way i have for years ever again.
i <3 you all class of 2010
my mom was doing my laundry for me, but ended up getting bleach all over my beloved beach towel. i was so upset– but next time i should just do the laundry myself. fricken beach towel.
well, bright now im watching family chanel eating an icecream sandwich in pei canada……… bleach! i just noticed that, i thaught we were just suppoed to right about “oneword” aahahahahhahaahahahaahah… bleach… makes stuff white. my icecream tastes good. mr.macadam. baldy. niki
jenny is kind of a bitttch.
i just got a text?
am i done yet….?
i dont use bleach very often, but its really great for stains. i have a few stains by the way, maybe i should use some bleach! I never really have used it on any thing but i will soon! i also know that it is some weird tv show with anime characters. andajdbvjioabergbahuvgasdgjaklgobaiojw3nefiajbru9ahndkjnijbapirgbnjkavnoj m,naklxlkm ovkl ldmnvloagbn ld kbnkan vklsvnbaklbhre934jdb 94nmb 934 b 085nvo 948 bvkndf werkvr954 kvj r vk
Bleach, what about bleach. Why is it so good? It cleans the blood out of your clothes. Now I know that sounds a bit strange, but it’s true. After all, haven’t you ever had a white t-shirt that had blood stains in it? Now don’t mistake me for some serial killer, but it’s totally true. Also, drinking bleach is totally fun as it cleans your system. Not, please don’t drink bleach.