The night the dog was buried he cried. He had never cried that hard and he honestly didn’t know why. He did not spend very much time with the dog. He barely even touched it. This dog’s death did not symbolize the loss of a friend. Not ever the loss of a pet. It represented the last connection he had to his father. And without it he felt like time was moving much quicker. On a time line, with the dog the distance between him and his father moved a a slow constant speed. Without the dog, time accelerated. He felt as though the memories were pouring out of his ears like water. All he had left was the dog. And now the dog was gone.
Andrea
she asked to be buried in the morning
with the sun rises on across dark wood casket
let them mourn in the morn, she said
let them share gazes and glasses by midday
and let their minds rest on tomorrow’s work
by the evening, and so forget how I lived
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed, no wrinkle stretched and made young again. Time has aged me from within.
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed.
Arlene Soto
bury means to dig a big hole throw something in (like a body) THEN COVER IT UP LIKE IN THIS ONE MOVIE THIS GUY DUG A BIG HOLE AND THREW A BUNCH OF GIRLS IN THEN LET THEM DIE but one of the girls he threw in lived and came back for him and threw him in then the cops called her crazy and put her in a mental hospital but they never found that one guy that she buried.
I had to bury the body. Quickly. I looked around for some ground that might be soft enough for me to dig with my hands. I had forgotten a shovel. My boss was going to have a scream fest, big time, if she found out I had forgotten the shovel. No good assassin forgets the shovel.
I bury my guilt with Hannah, in the old cemetery down on Willow Road. But it still haunts me sometimes. Says “You didn’t do all you could to save her”.
Lynn
I bury Anna under the old oak behind the house. She still looks so alive, her curls still all black and shiny, her face porcelain pure.
bury. Am I buried? What should I write here? Am I burying things? What’s inside my subconscious that I should know about? What am I burying? Myself? I’m burying myself. I’m hiding from myself. Hiding from some harsh reality by drinking alcohol and distracting myself with the internet and the TV. So many distractions. I think what I need to do is get away from these distractions.
Karin
Bury your dead and pick your self up
move away like its nothing but feel everything
live without the regrets but hold in your heart
love with out conditions but live for only the best
If I could bury my head ten feet into the sand right now, it would happen.
That horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
Spreading to every inch of your body.
Like gravity pulling you down with all its might.
I buried my dog when it died. His name was Rakker and he was 5 years old. Rakker now lies in our back yard. We miss him a lot and are now considering buying another dog. But a new dog will never be as sweet as Rakker.
Kim Rooijakkers
They took it out, pulsing and beating, I watched every minute of it though they believed I were to be asleep and soon no longer breathing. They ripped it out and threw it deep into that hole. Kicking the gravel. Buried it down. I watched and felt nothing. Nothing anymore. It’s still pumping there under the rubble and rocks and dirt, trading the mud for plasma. I feel the earth now, not my skin.
She went into the woods in search of soft soil and soon after walking around for a couple of minutes she found the perfect spot. She gently lifted some soil and decided to bury her secret treasure… or what she would call treasure. She buried it deep enough so no one could find it.
She was buried in the black cemetery at dawn on the third of July. Everything had been fine until that last moment of peace when the Feds showed up. I doubt even hell could’ve stopped those men from taking her life, and it certainly didn’t. Certainly not.
Kristin Boes
There was a man who dug a hole. And in that hole he buried a coin. It was a coin that meant a lot to him. A beautiful lady had given it to him a long time ago. So he buried it. He buried it because he didn’t want to ever have to give it away.
Em
bury! bury bury god. what do we bury. feelings. secrets. bones. seeds. shiny things. what else? i feel like so much is buried under trying to fit in. trying not to rock the fucking boat. i’m tired of that shit. i want to rock the boat. but my legs aren’t used to shimmying after all this careful tip-toeing.
The bodies.
There are so many.
They are scattered everywhere. What have I done?
The blood.
My hands.
I couldn’t have done this.
I’m so calm.
I’m smiling.
What type of monster am I?
Dig dig dig.
I will bury the bodies.
I wake up and bury the dream away, almost better than I did with the corpses.
The night the dog was buried he cried. He had never cried that hard and he honestly didn’t know why. He did not spend very much time with the dog. He barely even touched it. This dog’s death did not symbolize the loss of a friend. Not ever the loss of a pet. It represented the last connection he had to his father. And without it he felt like time was moving much quicker. On a time line, with the dog the distance between him and his father moved a a slow constant speed. Without the dog, time accelerated. He felt as though the memories were pouring out of his ears like water. All he had left was the dog. And now the dog was gone.
she asked to be buried in the morning
with the sun rises on across dark wood casket
let them mourn in the morn, she said
let them share gazes and glasses by midday
and let their minds rest on tomorrow’s work
by the evening, and so forget how I lived
i will bury someone after i kill them.
death, zombies, bunny rabitts, kids books, sand castle, dog, bones, socks in the sand,
my mother bury me in the back yard and that was my fenural>
The dog went to the back yard to bury one of mother’s golden watches that was very expensive.
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed, no wrinkle stretched and made young again. Time has aged me from within.
i will bury a dead person at a cemetery.even if they are alive.
To go under ground like worms or ants. :0
i think it makes me think of the things out side called burs
i think bury is to dig or i think it has something to do with digging but i’m really not sure!!!!!! :( i guess i have to look it up!!!!!!! :P
I bury my head between my thighs and hope that this position isn’t breaking me. That the air doesn’t become trapped in my lungs as I remain folded. There is no crease that can be removed.
bury means to dig a big hole throw something in (like a body) THEN COVER IT UP LIKE IN THIS ONE MOVIE THIS GUY DUG A BIG HOLE AND THREW A BUNCH OF GIRLS IN THEN LET THEM DIE but one of the girls he threw in lived and came back for him and threw him in then the cops called her crazy and put her in a mental hospital but they never found that one guy that she buried.
Bury: verb, you bury something or are buried.
can be a name Bury or Burier (last name- would be a weird first name)
Other meanings or uses: to be buried in sadness-figrative – you can’t be buried in literaile sadness,
i will bury my time capsule, i think thats the right ”bury”…
I had to bury the body. Quickly. I looked around for some ground that might be soft enough for me to dig with my hands. I had forgotten a shovel. My boss was going to have a scream fest, big time, if she found out I had forgotten the shovel. No good assassin forgets the shovel.
he was buried in his thoughts not concerned about anything else.
I bury my guilt with Hannah, in the old cemetery down on Willow Road. But it still haunts me sometimes. Says “You didn’t do all you could to save her”.
I bury Anna under the old oak behind the house. She still looks so alive, her curls still all black and shiny, her face porcelain pure.
To bury love! That Emily doesn’t have any
i bury jill in the snow.
a word that sounds and look to hard to worry about and no one will use it in a sentance
Allie likes to bury herself when we play hide and go seek.
I bury my love
bury. Am I buried? What should I write here? Am I burying things? What’s inside my subconscious that I should know about? What am I burying? Myself? I’m burying myself. I’m hiding from myself. Hiding from some harsh reality by drinking alcohol and distracting myself with the internet and the TV. So many distractions. I think what I need to do is get away from these distractions.
Bury your dead and pick your self up
move away like its nothing but feel everything
live without the regrets but hold in your heart
love with out conditions but live for only the best
Bury sounds like fury. My dog is fury…!!!!!! =D thats it yepp all the way
to bury is to dig under ground i think haha i had pizza today
Bury??
Like underground bury?
If I could bury my head ten feet into the sand right now, it would happen.
That horrible sinking feeling in your chest.
Spreading to every inch of your body.
Like gravity pulling you down with all its might.
I have no idea what this means but, it sounds like hurry. So maybe thats what it means I really don’t know well almost out of time got to go.
I buried my dog when it died. His name was Rakker and he was 5 years old. Rakker now lies in our back yard. We miss him a lot and are now considering buying another dog. But a new dog will never be as sweet as Rakker.
They took it out, pulsing and beating, I watched every minute of it though they believed I were to be asleep and soon no longer breathing. They ripped it out and threw it deep into that hole. Kicking the gravel. Buried it down. I watched and felt nothing. Nothing anymore. It’s still pumping there under the rubble and rocks and dirt, trading the mud for plasma. I feel the earth now, not my skin.
bury???
whats that???
Bury me???
Does that make sense???
What does bury mean??
bury bury bury???
She went into the woods in search of soft soil and soon after walking around for a couple of minutes she found the perfect spot. She gently lifted some soil and decided to bury her secret treasure… or what she would call treasure. She buried it deep enough so no one could find it.
This is my favorite word.
She was buried in the black cemetery at dawn on the third of July. Everything had been fine until that last moment of peace when the Feds showed up. I doubt even hell could’ve stopped those men from taking her life, and it certainly didn’t. Certainly not.
There was a man who dug a hole. And in that hole he buried a coin. It was a coin that meant a lot to him. A beautiful lady had given it to him a long time ago. So he buried it. He buried it because he didn’t want to ever have to give it away.
bury! bury bury god. what do we bury. feelings. secrets. bones. seeds. shiny things. what else? i feel like so much is buried under trying to fit in. trying not to rock the fucking boat. i’m tired of that shit. i want to rock the boat. but my legs aren’t used to shimmying after all this careful tip-toeing.