zits i hate when they are in obvious places that everyone will see poor karen that she has blotches everywhere because of her psoraisis i’m glad i have generally clear skin and i didn’t face too much acne growing up
Heather
blotches
danielle
blotches covered her skin from the accident ages ago. they didn’t seem like a big deal when she was young, for they showed a survivor and not a victim. But now, as she grew in age and height, she started to worry about the blotches that covered her face and hands. They spanned her eye lids and
acadia
i have blotches all over my skin from the freezing temperatures outside. my skin is covered in blotches when i get upset, embarrassed, or stressed out. blotches play a preeminent role in my life, whether i like it or not
Hand shaking, I held the letter close to my heart, the blotches of my tears smearing some of the words together. I could barely restrain myself, how could he choose a time like this? Why now?
Blotches again? They seem to be everywhere…as if even the water here is dirty. Everything goes yellow after a while, even the sunlight, even the paths (newly paved) that you walk on every day. Blotched, faded, poxed, impure, unsanitary.
Alexa
Sunspots on your eyes, tomatoes on your toes, tarnish on your arms and bruises from your woes. You say they’re blotches. I say they’re beauty.
there were blotches of blood on her suit coat as she arrived at the school that day. You could tell by the tears streaming down her face that something was wrong, something horrible had happened. What, nobody knew. The blood stains seemed fresh.
Kelsey
Blotches. Complexion…red-faced after coming in from the cold. Always when I come in winter has rendered me near-pickled, my skin cracking and protesting from my chronic abuse. I don’t have a winter coat. My neck, my chin, my chest all complain, and I see it in the mirror every day…
Alexa
blotches are irritating to the eyes and are too abstract to have any meaning. Aesthetically they irritate you because if you have a blotchy face you’re instantly insecure. If you are aware of the blotches.
Japzeye
Just because you have more letters does not mean your better or more sophisticated than spots.
jonas
i woke up to my face feeling hot and clammy. i touched it and felt blotches all over. they itched horribly. what the hell had happened? before bed, I had just taken a shower with this new body wash…crap…that must be it! Oh God, they are all over! Ugh!
tear blotches stain the letter in my hand. Years from my soldier in Afghanistan, or maybe my tears, a moxture of both. Just like us, a mixture of two souls combined into one.
Jo
I wonder who came up with the word blotches? Or, why its so catchy to let it run through your head. Gosh, I can’t type very fast. Blotches would be a good name for a clothing store.
Lauryn
on my face. acne. yuck. but charlie mcdonnell wrote a funny song about it once. i miss his hair. it looked better long and red. now it’s short and brown. i want to dye my hair brown. but i want it blue first. blue hair. ha.
Kate
My skin broke out in hives as the ants continued to crawl over my skin. The red whelps formed small blotches over my skin. I could feel thousands of small feet crawling under my shirt ripping through the thin veil between air and muscle.
Blotches are like something out of a painting. A blotch can be ink, blood, paint that coagulates into a collection of matter. I like blotches.
Jack
Her puffy eyes and blothcy cheeks told the story. He’d left, and this time for good. It wasn’t so much sadness I felt for her. I didn’t want to console her. I wanted to reach out and tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. I wanted everthing else to melt away.
Anna
Blotches. Wow, that’s…an interesting word.
Well when I think of blotches, I think of paint splattered in blotches across a wall. I think of an artist, deep in thought, using the world as his canvas as he splatters blotches of life onto it.
Most of all, though, I picture love and happiness. Spiraling out into blotches of nothingness and everything.
The elevator door closed, and I noticed a nice, reasonable-appearing old woman standing along the back wall, holding a quickly dripping block of butter in her blotched hands.
there were blotches on his face and nobody knew what they were. Nobody dared ask. Some days they were just pink and shiny, some days red and angry. His eyes were blotchy too; their whites dappled with blobs of yellow, streaked with spidery blue.
Jo Williams
there were blotches on his face and nobody knew what they were. Nobody dared ask. Some days they were just pink and shiny, some days red and angry. His eyes were blotchy too: their whites dappled with blobs of yellow, streaked with spidery blue.
Jo Williams
I DNT EVEN KNOW WHAT BLOTCHES MEANS
HOW AMI SUPPOSED TO WRITE ON IT
I THNK ITS SOME KIND OF A MARK ON SKIN
AND STUFF
hussain asif
stains that what i think as blotches stains on clothes on skin maybe some pesonality to have imperfect attitude with bloctches in it . ermmmmmmmmmm guess you can try and clean them with some vax solution or if its a blotchy acne spot maybe some clearasil.
Tam
My god! What the **** has happened to you?
Wha-what do you mean?
You’re covered in purple and orand pustules – no in fact they’re far more blotch-like.
Multicoloured blotches?
Techno-blotches, previously unknown to science. What have you been up to?
Well…you know the kind of stuff I’m into…
TOO well, man.
It’s the aliens. Those damn aliens in Cabot circus? I think I’m definitely pregnant.
Oh man, we all know that. Wrote about it yesterday. Freakhead pervy alien daddy!
Sob.
not again!grrr…they are not my thing.i find them mean,scary and horrible.no im not crazy and hey!who told you im seeing a psychiatrist? :O crap x(
Farigh Insan
a fantasy world of events that are beautiful, ever evolving into gifts and discoveries and wonder is really possible. but the blotches, oh so many blotches get in the way. annoying.
Janet
Ich habe keine Ahnung, was du mir damit sagen willst. Es ist immer wieder dasselbe. Ich erzähle dir etwas, du sagst, das erinnert dich an was, ich höre dir zu, 2 Minuten, 5 Minuten, 15 Minuten, du redest und redest, ich versuche den Faden zu finden, geduldig zu bleiben und frage dann, wenn mir die Geduld ausgeht endlich, was das mit meiner Geschichte zu tun hat und du sagst, du weißt es nicht mehr …
this is a word. its meaning comprises of a number of words. those words together form a phrase. that phrase is the meaning of blotches which in turn probably mean spots. i am not sure though. come on, can anyone ever be of anything. yeh dunia ajeeb ha
SJ
blotches can be ugly and pretty
depending on what your eye sees
you can see clouds and butterfluies
even albus dumbledore if you try hard enough
i saw frodo too
mayhem
“you maybe artificial ,r.r.,but i think they would find blotches on your intelligence test,”countered jessie,”sure,flesh and blood (she signed in pain as she twisted a little)are kinda nice,but it doesn’t make us any smarter.if anything,it makes us dumber.don’t you read the papers?don’t you see the dumb stuff people do?
The blotches coated the puke colored tweed couch, making him feel like he needed a shower. The wallpaper looked like it had been peeling since 1976, and what was left of the carpet was ground full of dust and dirt. Picking his way across to the only window, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked out. An army of ankles marched past him. The window was street level, and all he could see was loafers and heels and tennis shoes clopping past without noticing him or the lumps of gum dried into the sidewalk. He was a ghost, hovering below people with urgent appointments and touch screen phones and unappreciative spouses waiting at home. He had a notebook, a pen, and a backpack full of clothes collecting dust in the corner of the rotting studio apartment. Leaving his post by the window, he sat down on the bare mattress and sent a cloud of dust sprinkling through the air.
S. P. Jones
why do I keep getting the same word??? What the heck am I supposed to write about blotches. Lets see… um… my blotches are red. lol. that sounds ulgar. But seriously, what can a sane person write about blotches???
Splotches on my blotches, but not on people’s crotches.
Tamara
We were in the alley. I shoved you up against the bricked wall. You went from pale to blotchy. I couldn’t help but smile, it was as if your skin couldn’t decide if you wanted to blush all over or not.
It made me a salivate. I grazed your neck with my ever-so-sharp fangs.
“Darlin’ I’m hungry,” I said looking to those wide-eyes of yours. “Let’s see if we can make you red all over.”
You shivered in response unable to look away. Unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel both equal parts fear and lust. It’s a perfect mix of flavors.
We live our life in blotches, mind in faded paint, moments that are red against a uniform of white, that strike out of us- a smell, a feel, a face, and the curled paint comes to life, rough and cracking and beautiful under our touch.
Catfish
blotches on my shirt are gross.
ashley
Her skin was covered in blotches of red paint. The team wondered how the girl had gotten here, to this terrible place at the bottom of a hill, covered not in blood like they would have expected but rather paint. They did not know what to think.
Christy
this makes me think of measles or rubella. because it makes me think of the word splotches. so it think of red splotches. one time when i was in sixth grade i had red splotches all over me and they were itchy. so then i went tot the doctor and the doctor told me what i had and that it would go away soon and it did.
Julie
blotches under my eyes in the mornings when I wake up. Not because I had been crying all night or didn’t get sufficient sleep, but because I drank too much and went to bed late the night before. Why do I do this to myself? I sometimes ask. But the answer lies with me. Can I stop drinking? will I stop drinking? Do I want to stop drinking?
zits i hate when they are in obvious places that everyone will see poor karen that she has blotches everywhere because of her psoraisis i’m glad i have generally clear skin and i didn’t face too much acne growing up
blotches
blotches covered her skin from the accident ages ago. they didn’t seem like a big deal when she was young, for they showed a survivor and not a victim. But now, as she grew in age and height, she started to worry about the blotches that covered her face and hands. They spanned her eye lids and
i have blotches all over my skin from the freezing temperatures outside. my skin is covered in blotches when i get upset, embarrassed, or stressed out. blotches play a preeminent role in my life, whether i like it or not
Hand shaking, I held the letter close to my heart, the blotches of my tears smearing some of the words together. I could barely restrain myself, how could he choose a time like this? Why now?
Blotches again? They seem to be everywhere…as if even the water here is dirty. Everything goes yellow after a while, even the sunlight, even the paths (newly paved) that you walk on every day. Blotched, faded, poxed, impure, unsanitary.
Sunspots on your eyes, tomatoes on your toes, tarnish on your arms and bruises from your woes. You say they’re blotches. I say they’re beauty.
there were blotches of blood on her suit coat as she arrived at the school that day. You could tell by the tears streaming down her face that something was wrong, something horrible had happened. What, nobody knew. The blood stains seemed fresh.
Blotches. Complexion…red-faced after coming in from the cold. Always when I come in winter has rendered me near-pickled, my skin cracking and protesting from my chronic abuse. I don’t have a winter coat. My neck, my chin, my chest all complain, and I see it in the mirror every day…
blotches are irritating to the eyes and are too abstract to have any meaning. Aesthetically they irritate you because if you have a blotchy face you’re instantly insecure. If you are aware of the blotches.
Just because you have more letters does not mean your better or more sophisticated than spots.
i woke up to my face feeling hot and clammy. i touched it and felt blotches all over. they itched horribly. what the hell had happened? before bed, I had just taken a shower with this new body wash…crap…that must be it! Oh God, they are all over! Ugh!
tear blotches stain the letter in my hand. Years from my soldier in Afghanistan, or maybe my tears, a moxture of both. Just like us, a mixture of two souls combined into one.
I wonder who came up with the word blotches? Or, why its so catchy to let it run through your head. Gosh, I can’t type very fast. Blotches would be a good name for a clothing store.
on my face. acne. yuck. but charlie mcdonnell wrote a funny song about it once. i miss his hair. it looked better long and red. now it’s short and brown. i want to dye my hair brown. but i want it blue first. blue hair. ha.
My skin broke out in hives as the ants continued to crawl over my skin. The red whelps formed small blotches over my skin. I could feel thousands of small feet crawling under my shirt ripping through the thin veil between air and muscle.
Blotches are like something out of a painting. A blotch can be ink, blood, paint that coagulates into a collection of matter. I like blotches.
Her puffy eyes and blothcy cheeks told the story. He’d left, and this time for good. It wasn’t so much sadness I felt for her. I didn’t want to console her. I wanted to reach out and tuck that strand of hair behind her ear. I wanted everthing else to melt away.
Blotches. Wow, that’s…an interesting word.
Well when I think of blotches, I think of paint splattered in blotches across a wall. I think of an artist, deep in thought, using the world as his canvas as he splatters blotches of life onto it.
Most of all, though, I picture love and happiness. Spiraling out into blotches of nothingness and everything.
The elevator door closed, and I noticed a nice, reasonable-appearing old woman standing along the back wall, holding a quickly dripping block of butter in her blotched hands.
there were blotches on his face and nobody knew what they were. Nobody dared ask. Some days they were just pink and shiny, some days red and angry. His eyes were blotchy too; their whites dappled with blobs of yellow, streaked with spidery blue.
there were blotches on his face and nobody knew what they were. Nobody dared ask. Some days they were just pink and shiny, some days red and angry. His eyes were blotchy too: their whites dappled with blobs of yellow, streaked with spidery blue.
I DNT EVEN KNOW WHAT BLOTCHES MEANS
HOW AMI SUPPOSED TO WRITE ON IT
I THNK ITS SOME KIND OF A MARK ON SKIN
AND STUFF
stains that what i think as blotches stains on clothes on skin maybe some pesonality to have imperfect attitude with bloctches in it . ermmmmmmmmmm guess you can try and clean them with some vax solution or if its a blotchy acne spot maybe some clearasil.
My god! What the **** has happened to you?
Wha-what do you mean?
You’re covered in purple and orand pustules – no in fact they’re far more blotch-like.
Multicoloured blotches?
Techno-blotches, previously unknown to science. What have you been up to?
Well…you know the kind of stuff I’m into…
TOO well, man.
It’s the aliens. Those damn aliens in Cabot circus? I think I’m definitely pregnant.
Oh man, we all know that. Wrote about it yesterday. Freakhead pervy alien daddy!
Sob.
not again!grrr…they are not my thing.i find them mean,scary and horrible.no im not crazy and hey!who told you im seeing a psychiatrist? :O crap x(
a fantasy world of events that are beautiful, ever evolving into gifts and discoveries and wonder is really possible. but the blotches, oh so many blotches get in the way. annoying.
Ich habe keine Ahnung, was du mir damit sagen willst. Es ist immer wieder dasselbe. Ich erzähle dir etwas, du sagst, das erinnert dich an was, ich höre dir zu, 2 Minuten, 5 Minuten, 15 Minuten, du redest und redest, ich versuche den Faden zu finden, geduldig zu bleiben und frage dann, wenn mir die Geduld ausgeht endlich, was das mit meiner Geschichte zu tun hat und du sagst, du weißt es nicht mehr …
this is a word. its meaning comprises of a number of words. those words together form a phrase. that phrase is the meaning of blotches which in turn probably mean spots. i am not sure though. come on, can anyone ever be of anything. yeh dunia ajeeb ha
blotches can be ugly and pretty
depending on what your eye sees
you can see clouds and butterfluies
even albus dumbledore if you try hard enough
i saw frodo too
“you maybe artificial ,r.r.,but i think they would find blotches on your intelligence test,”countered jessie,”sure,flesh and blood (she signed in pain as she twisted a little)are kinda nice,but it doesn’t make us any smarter.if anything,it makes us dumber.don’t you read the papers?don’t you see the dumb stuff people do?
The blotches coated the puke colored tweed couch, making him feel like he needed a shower. The wallpaper looked like it had been peeling since 1976, and what was left of the carpet was ground full of dust and dirt. Picking his way across to the only window, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and looked out. An army of ankles marched past him. The window was street level, and all he could see was loafers and heels and tennis shoes clopping past without noticing him or the lumps of gum dried into the sidewalk. He was a ghost, hovering below people with urgent appointments and touch screen phones and unappreciative spouses waiting at home. He had a notebook, a pen, and a backpack full of clothes collecting dust in the corner of the rotting studio apartment. Leaving his post by the window, he sat down on the bare mattress and sent a cloud of dust sprinkling through the air.
why do I keep getting the same word??? What the heck am I supposed to write about blotches. Lets see… um… my blotches are red. lol. that sounds ulgar. But seriously, what can a sane person write about blotches???
Splotches on my blotches, but not on people’s crotches.
We were in the alley. I shoved you up against the bricked wall. You went from pale to blotchy. I couldn’t help but smile, it was as if your skin couldn’t decide if you wanted to blush all over or not.
It made me a salivate. I grazed your neck with my ever-so-sharp fangs.
“Darlin’ I’m hungry,” I said looking to those wide-eyes of yours. “Let’s see if we can make you red all over.”
You shivered in response unable to look away. Unable to speak. Unable to do anything but feel both equal parts fear and lust. It’s a perfect mix of flavors.
“This might sting a little.”
And the it was time to slake my thirst.
We live our life in blotches, mind in faded paint, moments that are red against a uniform of white, that strike out of us- a smell, a feel, a face, and the curled paint comes to life, rough and cracking and beautiful under our touch.
blotches on my shirt are gross.
Her skin was covered in blotches of red paint. The team wondered how the girl had gotten here, to this terrible place at the bottom of a hill, covered not in blood like they would have expected but rather paint. They did not know what to think.
this makes me think of measles or rubella. because it makes me think of the word splotches. so it think of red splotches. one time when i was in sixth grade i had red splotches all over me and they were itchy. so then i went tot the doctor and the doctor told me what i had and that it would go away soon and it did.
blotches under my eyes in the mornings when I wake up. Not because I had been crying all night or didn’t get sufficient sleep, but because I drank too much and went to bed late the night before. Why do I do this to myself? I sometimes ask. But the answer lies with me. Can I stop drinking? will I stop drinking? Do I want to stop drinking?