my name is anna steinberg and i live in aspen colorad and i am in love with this boy at my schoo, i love him so much, i m having a great summer!!! and i wist it to never end
anna steinbere
bow-wow. n wuff-wuff–a hair of the dog that bit him- so they say. oNCE BITTEN TWICE SHY. some paws for hairy thought. men are like dogs n women are like cats. women have the claws n the men
are gnats.
the wiz that he was
lay down under me. ex- dogs! follow my guidance. let me be god to you and help you like a god can.
Moin Islam
The arrows best friend.
mr584903
When I first see the word, I think of bowing as in the first thing you do in a karate fight.
Reminds me of eastern culture where it’s customary to bow. I like that there is such a recognizable motion to represent honor. Or is this talking about a hair bow?
Kalie
hair pretty tie keep it in your hair where did your bow go there it is i have been looking for this one keep your bow in what a pretty bow this one matches your dress where did you get that bow what a cute idea a bow keeper too cute
The way your bow sits just under your chin, too tight to breath sensibly creates the image more so of love i have for you and you don’t even know it.
Dana
I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. It seems intent upon my destruction. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.
If I could, I would take a bow and arrow and shoot him straight through the heart.
Then maybe he would know how I feel.
It hurts.
And there is nothing you can do to alleviate this feeling.
You can pull the arrow out leaving an empty void; or leave it where it is.. and feel the pain every time you move.
Yeah, well, etiquette schmetiquette, Jensen muttered as he made sure the ties were secure. He reached over and slid a cover over the naked hummer and when he glanced back to her face she gave him a little nod. Jensen just bowed his head with a little return nod and turned away. The Angel stood facing him with a small red bow in her hair.
The cellist reached for his bow, to begin his slow lovely solo of resonant sounds vibrating the chamber and stirring the hearts.
david
i refuse to bow to whomever believes they should be bowed to. I don’t understand people’s obsession with power. I just want people to sit next to me. Stand next to me. And tell me i am their favorite person to hang with.
WesleyB
Bow, like the stern of a ship, or alternatively, like the act of portraying one’s self as below another in status. Bow can have many different applications, the first of which is to gesture to someone a sign of respect and or obedience. another use of bow is to refer to the front end of a ship, as if to say ‘get on the bow, not the stern’. did you know that if you cliukc the back buttone you will get another 60 seconds to do this stupid paragraph, it doesn’t make a whjole lotta sense to organize a program like that, but that’s what you get when you have a silly game that gives you the word bow to write about. how about an actual phrase or thought provokiong word.
brad
I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.
Hayley
Smile. Curtsy. Let the applause surround you as you know you’ve done a wonderful job. Take a bow, let the curtain fall, and return to your normal everyday existence. All the world’s a stage, after all.
Mara
I submit. I humble myself before the one…the Creator of the Universe. I bow, because I can do nothing else. I am so sad, so low, so lonely and cold. So, I bow because I need Him.
She had always been scared of speaking in front of people, it was something she just could not do, no matter how hard she tried. It was a phobia, to the extreame, she was good with writing but not with speaking.
Hayley
His body bent at a ninty-degree angle, and then he straightened once more. It was near impossible to keep from kissing him.
“I’ve missed you, madam, if it’s not too forward of me to say so.” His smile was mischief and mayhem and it rattled her heart.
They tied the bow around her gown, and she smiled. This, she thought, is the greatest day of my life. Her inner voice boomed like an announcer, as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Something new. Check. Something old. Check. Something borrowed. Check. Something blue. Check. Time for the first day of the rest of her life.
it only took me a moment to realize I should have bowed when I entered the room. I was jet lagged and not thinking straight. I hate making a bad first impression.
Matt
Bow, a very pretty addition to any womens outfit. in her hair or on her bag. something cute and fun, while still mature. Very pretty.
Lucy Shaw
I bow before you. You take the bow as well. We’re polite and in medieval times. Rains can also make bows, those are called rainbows. When they are super awesome, they are DOUBLE RAINBOWS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY. Nobody knows what they mean, but people tend to have orgasms/manic episodes upon seeing one of them.
the boat was running down the stream, banging against the banks and flying over the rough, turbulent water. i have trouble keeping my seat, swaying too and fro in the boat as the bow slams into passing rocks.
Mary Viscio
I bowed low, facing the petite girl in the green dress. She stood out among all others in the courtyard. Whether it was her fiery red hair, her vivid green dress or her deep chocolate brown eyes, I didn’t know, but I felt drawn to her.
I bow to nobody. Well, except my sensei. My father. My mother. My boss at work. The statue of Buddha I pass in the park at lunchtime. The guy who makes my sushi. The girl who seats me at the restaurant. My reflection in the mirror.
She refused to bow before any one. And yet she found her self nearly begging to bow before this person. What was it? The eyes? The haughty stare? The perfectly formed physique — no, it was probably the chain around her neck, pulling her downward.
a bow is an accessory that i love. it is the trademark of my favorite stuffed animal hello kitty . a bow is the gateway to my memory of my childhood. it’s a reminder of japan and the fight they are living each and every day.
brooke livia
bow down to a person, bow in someones hair, or maybe a puppy or cats hair after getting groomed. bow as in bow and arrow used for hunting. is wob spelled backwards.
ashley
The little girl wore a bow on her head. It was pink and had white polka dots. She was jumping rope outside on a grassy hill. The sun was shining, bright. And the only noise you could hear was the rope slightly brushing the grass. There was nobody out, she was alone on the hill. She didn’t look happy, nor was she sad, she was just jumping…. without thinking, without worrying. That hill and her were one, the jumping rope was there toy and they played with it. At that moment you realized that it was so much easier when you were a little girl, so much easier for everything. Less worries, stress… You would give up everything just to be that little girl wearing that pink polka dot bow in your hair…
Syl
the queen would ask you to do this.
but you could also wear one in your hair, i do sometimes… they look cute :)
errrm, the front of a boat? or am i thinkiing of a different word…
Ellie
a bow tie on a suit. a man walking through the room, dressed in his black suit, his bow tie contrasting against his white shirt. He smiles at me across the room, causing butterflies in my stomach.
Beth
Boys should always wear bow ties. It makes them all look better. Fratty or not, they should always have one on. A proper girl should know how to tie a bow. Whether for a boy or in her hair, a young lady should know these things. A bow is also a part of a boat. A boat ride would be a good date for a boy with a bow tie around his neck and a girl with a bow in her hair.
Christy H
LIke as in a ship’s bow like I learned in sailing with COLIN. So beautiful HE is handsomer than Robert Redford. Or do they mean a bow that you take on a stage. We had to bow awkwardly after the director’s showcase plays. I miss those. Can’t wait for Almost, Maine. Now I’m thinking about Robert Redford.
Alexandra S
and arrow. It’s a little boy thing, a stick a bit of string. Simple creatures little boys. Full of endless energy, bouncing and running and jumping from one excitement to the next until they fall down starving and exhausted.
georgie
take a bow, bowties, bow to me, pretty ribbons, violins! Ships, tied up, knots, gifts, packages.
Elle
He bowed low, taking the applause as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
When he looked up his gaze was caught by a lovely white face with puckered, red lips at the back of the room.
She was there, of all places!
On the outside he kept the same gallant smile he always wore, but inside he had felt his heart skip a beat.
After the endless speeches, he stepped down from the stage and smoothly made his way across the floor towards her, greeting people here and there.
She, in turn, watched him come with a mixture of annoyance, horror and… flattery.
Bow before your master. I guess that’s the word I am looking at. No wait…I am thinking of something else. Fuck homonyms…Could be bow and arrow though. No that’s not right. Shit, this is turning into a Woody Allen script way too fast, except it is coming across as illiterate rather than charming and slightly annoying.
my name is anna steinberg and i live in aspen colorad and i am in love with this boy at my schoo, i love him so much, i m having a great summer!!! and i wist it to never end
bow-wow. n wuff-wuff–a hair of the dog that bit him- so they say. oNCE BITTEN TWICE SHY. some paws for hairy thought. men are like dogs n women are like cats. women have the claws n the men
are gnats.
lay down under me. ex- dogs! follow my guidance. let me be god to you and help you like a god can.
The arrows best friend.
When I first see the word, I think of bowing as in the first thing you do in a karate fight.
Nothing else to say about this word, really.
Reminds me of eastern culture where it’s customary to bow. I like that there is such a recognizable motion to represent honor. Or is this talking about a hair bow?
hair pretty tie keep it in your hair where did your bow go there it is i have been looking for this one keep your bow in what a pretty bow this one matches your dress where did you get that bow what a cute idea a bow keeper too cute
subordination, respect, elders, boss, acceptance, asian, understanding,
The way your bow sits just under your chin, too tight to breath sensibly creates the image more so of love i have for you and you don’t even know it.
I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. It seems intent upon my destruction. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.
If I could, I would take a bow and arrow and shoot him straight through the heart.
Then maybe he would know how I feel.
It hurts.
And there is nothing you can do to alleviate this feeling.
You can pull the arrow out leaving an empty void; or leave it where it is.. and feel the pain every time you move.
Colors of old, aged lines writhing through my mind.
I am from an aged race. A lost time. Where MANNERS MATTERED, and RESPECT WAS SHOWN.
…kids these days!
They know nothing of it…
Yeah, well, etiquette schmetiquette, Jensen muttered as he made sure the ties were secure. He reached over and slid a cover over the naked hummer and when he glanced back to her face she gave him a little nod. Jensen just bowed his head with a little return nod and turned away. The Angel stood facing him with a small red bow in her hair.
The cellist reached for his bow, to begin his slow lovely solo of resonant sounds vibrating the chamber and stirring the hearts.
i refuse to bow to whomever believes they should be bowed to. I don’t understand people’s obsession with power. I just want people to sit next to me. Stand next to me. And tell me i am their favorite person to hang with.
Bow, like the stern of a ship, or alternatively, like the act of portraying one’s self as below another in status. Bow can have many different applications, the first of which is to gesture to someone a sign of respect and or obedience. another use of bow is to refer to the front end of a ship, as if to say ‘get on the bow, not the stern’. did you know that if you cliukc the back buttone you will get another 60 seconds to do this stupid paragraph, it doesn’t make a whjole lotta sense to organize a program like that, but that’s what you get when you have a silly game that gives you the word bow to write about. how about an actual phrase or thought provokiong word.
I know I shouldn’t want to hold your hand. I know I shouldn’t want to be in your arms. I know I shouldn’t want you. I blame my traitorous heart. Give me a box and I’ll wrap it up and top it with a bow. It will be my gift to you, it’s no good to me anymore.
Smile. Curtsy. Let the applause surround you as you know you’ve done a wonderful job. Take a bow, let the curtain fall, and return to your normal everyday existence. All the world’s a stage, after all.
I submit. I humble myself before the one…the Creator of the Universe. I bow, because I can do nothing else. I am so sad, so low, so lonely and cold. So, I bow because I need Him.
She had always been scared of speaking in front of people, it was something she just could not do, no matter how hard she tried. It was a phobia, to the extreame, she was good with writing but not with speaking.
His body bent at a ninty-degree angle, and then he straightened once more. It was near impossible to keep from kissing him.
“I’ve missed you, madam, if it’s not too forward of me to say so.” His smile was mischief and mayhem and it rattled her heart.
They tied the bow around her gown, and she smiled. This, she thought, is the greatest day of my life. Her inner voice boomed like an announcer, as she glanced at herself in the mirror. Something new. Check. Something old. Check. Something borrowed. Check. Something blue. Check. Time for the first day of the rest of her life.
it only took me a moment to realize I should have bowed when I entered the room. I was jet lagged and not thinking straight. I hate making a bad first impression.
Bow, a very pretty addition to any womens outfit. in her hair or on her bag. something cute and fun, while still mature. Very pretty.
I bow before you. You take the bow as well. We’re polite and in medieval times. Rains can also make bows, those are called rainbows. When they are super awesome, they are DOUBLE RAINBOWS ALL THE WAY ACROSS THE SKY. Nobody knows what they mean, but people tend to have orgasms/manic episodes upon seeing one of them.
the boat was running down the stream, banging against the banks and flying over the rough, turbulent water. i have trouble keeping my seat, swaying too and fro in the boat as the bow slams into passing rocks.
I bowed low, facing the petite girl in the green dress. She stood out among all others in the courtyard. Whether it was her fiery red hair, her vivid green dress or her deep chocolate brown eyes, I didn’t know, but I felt drawn to her.
I bow to nobody. Well, except my sensei. My father. My mother. My boss at work. The statue of Buddha I pass in the park at lunchtime. The guy who makes my sushi. The girl who seats me at the restaurant. My reflection in the mirror.
She refused to bow before any one. And yet she found her self nearly begging to bow before this person. What was it? The eyes? The haughty stare? The perfectly formed physique — no, it was probably the chain around her neck, pulling her downward.
a bow is an accessory that i love. it is the trademark of my favorite stuffed animal hello kitty . a bow is the gateway to my memory of my childhood. it’s a reminder of japan and the fight they are living each and every day.
bow down to a person, bow in someones hair, or maybe a puppy or cats hair after getting groomed. bow as in bow and arrow used for hunting. is wob spelled backwards.
The little girl wore a bow on her head. It was pink and had white polka dots. She was jumping rope outside on a grassy hill. The sun was shining, bright. And the only noise you could hear was the rope slightly brushing the grass. There was nobody out, she was alone on the hill. She didn’t look happy, nor was she sad, she was just jumping…. without thinking, without worrying. That hill and her were one, the jumping rope was there toy and they played with it. At that moment you realized that it was so much easier when you were a little girl, so much easier for everything. Less worries, stress… You would give up everything just to be that little girl wearing that pink polka dot bow in your hair…
the queen would ask you to do this.
but you could also wear one in your hair, i do sometimes… they look cute :)
errrm, the front of a boat? or am i thinkiing of a different word…
a bow tie on a suit. a man walking through the room, dressed in his black suit, his bow tie contrasting against his white shirt. He smiles at me across the room, causing butterflies in my stomach.
Boys should always wear bow ties. It makes them all look better. Fratty or not, they should always have one on. A proper girl should know how to tie a bow. Whether for a boy or in her hair, a young lady should know these things. A bow is also a part of a boat. A boat ride would be a good date for a boy with a bow tie around his neck and a girl with a bow in her hair.
LIke as in a ship’s bow like I learned in sailing with COLIN. So beautiful HE is handsomer than Robert Redford. Or do they mean a bow that you take on a stage. We had to bow awkwardly after the director’s showcase plays. I miss those. Can’t wait for Almost, Maine. Now I’m thinking about Robert Redford.
and arrow. It’s a little boy thing, a stick a bit of string. Simple creatures little boys. Full of endless energy, bouncing and running and jumping from one excitement to the next until they fall down starving and exhausted.
take a bow, bowties, bow to me, pretty ribbons, violins! Ships, tied up, knots, gifts, packages.
He bowed low, taking the applause as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
When he looked up his gaze was caught by a lovely white face with puckered, red lips at the back of the room.
She was there, of all places!
On the outside he kept the same gallant smile he always wore, but inside he had felt his heart skip a beat.
After the endless speeches, he stepped down from the stage and smoothly made his way across the floor towards her, greeting people here and there.
She, in turn, watched him come with a mixture of annoyance, horror and… flattery.
Bow before your master. I guess that’s the word I am looking at. No wait…I am thinking of something else. Fuck homonyms…Could be bow and arrow though. No that’s not right. Shit, this is turning into a Woody Allen script way too fast, except it is coming across as illiterate rather than charming and slightly annoying.