I will bury her body in my back garden, i hate seeing her all the time, no-one will ever know. It shall remain secret forever MUAHAHAHAH BURY ME BURY ME I AM RUNNING FROM YOU
Nas
I was present at Keith’s burial. I felt emotional. My priest said a few words. I clung to gran. The sky was bleak. I threw my beautiful bouquet on Keith’s brown coffin. Tears gathered. I felt so empty and lost. The grave digger started to fill up Keith’s grave. The mud was big and chunky. Was I taking part in a nightmare? A sea of sad faces gathered around me and later whisked me off to the funeral meal. I had a few mouthfuls and left the rest of the grill.
Jeanette Ju-Pierre
it is to bury some one when they die or some mean people might bury someone alive.!!!
scary right
I, I alone amoung mankind, the freest man on earth, am able to give up my roots to the degree a tree can. I have a dream of the man who had a dream, I hold in a cirlce around me the names of heros to sense the unknown; I’m convinced the world has never known her greatest men and women, if she did we could write ” the biography of god on earth.”
The conscience is pushing out against external pressures as the spirit within is stifled and escapes ever-so slightly, but not enough to fend off the mirroring faults in the surrounding populace
i buried my mom under the wood flooring wen i killed her ass. She pissed me off nigga! I mean, who takes fried chicken from a black guy…I miss her. Just kidding yo!! hahahahaha nigga you be tripping, she stole my chicken!
Max
I buried my brother in my backyard yesterday. No one knows he’s there but me and the little creatures who now live underground with him. It was a tragic way it happened, too bad no one was there to be a witness to such tragedy.
Rachel
Which to bury, us or the hatchet? Sometimes you want so desperately to bury something deep in the ground where it will never be found again. Despite your best efforts, it resurfaces. Ain’t life just grand?
Ben
Bury me with the tragedy of your writings. It is not a profound thought but in this I live with the theory of art. In this I bury my soul under mounds of transflourescent
Franc
I’ve tried I really tried to bury it 6 feet under, I wanted to get on with it but every time it caught me by surprise. Never once did I think offer almost 16 years that those buried feeling would reappear. No-one told me this was possible. I buried you, I promise you, so how can it be? How did you raise from the dead, to Haunt me after almost 16 years?
She stared into the distance as she channeled her sorrow. But I didn’t get it. We couldn’t bury the things that marred the marriage even as they bury her father.
Bury the darkness in light. Make yourself shine, burn through the night. Bury the dark. Bury it deep. Keep it locked up so nobody sees. Forget it’s there. Remember only light.
Burn me with fire not tears. I want you not to cry. To dance with the wind for all the times I wouldn’t. Laugh for all the jokes I would make. Make me unforgettable.
notjustadreamer
bury deep so no one will find it
no one can know
never find out
so deep down
can never be found
secrets
secrets
…
bury the secrets
Bury is a verb. I bury the dead bunny. It sounds like bunny. You bury bones and dead things. Some things can be buried by nature, like dinosaurs.
Lilah Henderson
I want to bury you she said. Bury me? Yes, for everything you have done. I want you to suffer. I want you to suffocate. But why? What did I do? You told me you loved me. YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME? I did. So why aren’t you digging?
Lynsey Anna
today, I started to bury some of my old habits, you see these habits have been the bane of my life and they have run my life day in and day out for years but over the past few months, I have managed to kick some of my habits and I am currently in the process of finishing the last few remainders off, tuff times indeed.
Jimmy
bury your love in my stomach where it can rest until we meet again little butterflies will bloom broken bones underground i keep my secrets with you
alex
Bury flurry. A flurry of fresh white powder soon to bury the night. Sparkling from the light, moon shine is my delight. Happiness and smiles all from the white. Simplicity and complexity freezing in time.
Melissa
bury me not on the lone praie, sic, bury my heart at wounded knee, glee, glee, glee, mcgee, bury me .
You found your demons in the same place you left them, buried under false happiness and some pretense of “getting over it.” But, when you look for them again, expecting dead, weakened corpses, instead you find that they have been waiting for you, all along. The truth is that your demons will not die, unless you kill them. You cannot bury them alive. You might fight them, tooth and nail, and show them that it is you who will come out, alive.
Sunny Patel
He sat on the gravestone. He a buried his mother years ago, years he couldn’t even remember. His sister had died. His friends had each perished one by one, but he had always had her.
Our Father who art in heaven…
He began and watched as the sun began to rise.
bury me alive. i said. and all will be okay. the lives of the birds above will continue and all the trees will continue to turn red in the fall. just do it, bury me alive. and i will close my eyes to the earth and cease to breath.
Hunter Brown
“So are we going to bury him?”
“Yeah. Did you bring the shovel?”
“Shovel and a bucket.”
“Bucket for what?”
“Flowers.” Her throat sounded like it was closed up. “Roses. He always liked those.”
The dust was flying around the meadow. I wrinkled my nose to keep from sneezing. I lowered the body onto the warm grass. The slight breeze ruffled his golden fur.
“Well. Let’s do this.”
Belinda Roddie
Bury me with it, a song by Modest Mouse. Bukowski I think its called. Bury the dead, bury my head. la lal lal al. Modest Mouse is the most awesome band ever I will never get sick of it. Its so cool. In any mood its ready to rock. Whoo hoo, I love Modest Mouse.
Hananh melnyk
Your feelings can eat you alive. It’s amazing;the deeper you bury them the more life they gain, as if they thrive on the energy you expend denying them.
I want to bury myself in words, hoping they will come out on the page in a coherent manner. Right now, they are jumbled in my mind and when they come out of my mouth, everyone looks at mea s though I have lost my mind. Perhaps I have.
sheila Good
Bury me in the shadows of that big oak tree. The one we used to swing and play on when we were kids. I don’t need flowers or anything fancy.
bury is something that i do not know what to write about I mean it is kind of impossible to think right now when i am only thinking about food. I really do not know what i am writing so just whatever. I do not even know what is going to
ella
Bury the body before someone finds it and throws you in prison. If you have to go to court, say you’re crazy. When they acquit you, celebrate with margaritas for the jury.
Amber Tinoco
My parents suffocated me with things to do. They gave me a terribly long list of chores, and extra school work on top of that. The decided to have me learn an instrument too. All because they caught me sneaking out one day, they buried me alive.
I bury may face in my pillow and heave one more sob. Then, I get up, splash some water from the faucet onto my face, and stare at myself in the mirror for a minute. “Nothing is wrong, just let it all go,” I think to myself. I gather my things and make my way to the door, closing it quietly behind me.
The shovel was heavy in my hands. By the cover of night I dug, callouses forming. But still I dug. Desperately, dirt was forced from the ground and thrown carelessly into a pile. I have to finish. I have to.
A lost soul is better than no soul, think for yourself, question everything including the familiar in everyday society. Don’t be scared to lead your own path for when the least likely blank becomes blank you will agree things aren’t so primitive.
You’ve got to bury this one – deep in your head, so no one can use it against you. You never want to think of this moment again, you want it gone. Forever.
Sheonaid
This is what you do with feelings if you can’t figure out where else they should go. Or you can do it with a lizard that has not survived the love of a child.
I will bury her body in my back garden, i hate seeing her all the time, no-one will ever know. It shall remain secret forever MUAHAHAHAH BURY ME BURY ME I AM RUNNING FROM YOU
I was present at Keith’s burial. I felt emotional. My priest said a few words. I clung to gran. The sky was bleak. I threw my beautiful bouquet on Keith’s brown coffin. Tears gathered. I felt so empty and lost. The grave digger started to fill up Keith’s grave. The mud was big and chunky. Was I taking part in a nightmare? A sea of sad faces gathered around me and later whisked me off to the funeral meal. I had a few mouthfuls and left the rest of the grill.
it is to bury some one when they die or some mean people might bury someone alive.!!!
scary right
I, I alone amoung mankind, the freest man on earth, am able to give up my roots to the degree a tree can. I have a dream of the man who had a dream, I hold in a cirlce around me the names of heros to sense the unknown; I’m convinced the world has never known her greatest men and women, if she did we could write ” the biography of god on earth.”
The conscience is pushing out against external pressures as the spirit within is stifled and escapes ever-so slightly, but not enough to fend off the mirroring faults in the surrounding populace
i buried my mom under the wood flooring wen i killed her ass. She pissed me off nigga! I mean, who takes fried chicken from a black guy…I miss her. Just kidding yo!! hahahahaha nigga you be tripping, she stole my chicken!
I buried my brother in my backyard yesterday. No one knows he’s there but me and the little creatures who now live underground with him. It was a tragic way it happened, too bad no one was there to be a witness to such tragedy.
Which to bury, us or the hatchet? Sometimes you want so desperately to bury something deep in the ground where it will never be found again. Despite your best efforts, it resurfaces. Ain’t life just grand?
Bury me with the tragedy of your writings. It is not a profound thought but in this I live with the theory of art. In this I bury my soul under mounds of transflourescent
I’ve tried I really tried to bury it 6 feet under, I wanted to get on with it but every time it caught me by surprise. Never once did I think offer almost 16 years that those buried feeling would reappear. No-one told me this was possible. I buried you, I promise you, so how can it be? How did you raise from the dead, to Haunt me after almost 16 years?
idk is it bury? no idea.
She stared into the distance as she channeled her sorrow. But I didn’t get it. We couldn’t bury the things that marred the marriage even as they bury her father.
Bury the darkness in light. Make yourself shine, burn through the night. Bury the dark. Bury it deep. Keep it locked up so nobody sees. Forget it’s there. Remember only light.
i’ve buried my head under many a pillow.
i’ve buried my feelings under lipsticked on smiles.
i’ve buried memories in closed drawers.
Burn me with fire not tears. I want you not to cry. To dance with the wind for all the times I wouldn’t. Laugh for all the jokes I would make. Make me unforgettable.
bury deep so no one will find it
no one can know
never find out
so deep down
can never be found
secrets
secrets
…
bury the secrets
Bury is a verb. I bury the dead bunny. It sounds like bunny. You bury bones and dead things. Some things can be buried by nature, like dinosaurs.
I want to bury you she said. Bury me? Yes, for everything you have done. I want you to suffer. I want you to suffocate. But why? What did I do? You told me you loved me. YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME? I did. So why aren’t you digging?
today, I started to bury some of my old habits, you see these habits have been the bane of my life and they have run my life day in and day out for years but over the past few months, I have managed to kick some of my habits and I am currently in the process of finishing the last few remainders off, tuff times indeed.
bury your love in my stomach where it can rest until we meet again little butterflies will bloom broken bones underground i keep my secrets with you
Bury flurry. A flurry of fresh white powder soon to bury the night. Sparkling from the light, moon shine is my delight. Happiness and smiles all from the white. Simplicity and complexity freezing in time.
bury me not on the lone praie, sic, bury my heart at wounded knee, glee, glee, glee, mcgee, bury me .
Death. I don’t know why my first thought had to be so morbid. Being buried deep in the cold, wet ground. Buried treasure. Opposites?
You found your demons in the same place you left them, buried under false happiness and some pretense of “getting over it.” But, when you look for them again, expecting dead, weakened corpses, instead you find that they have been waiting for you, all along. The truth is that your demons will not die, unless you kill them. You cannot bury them alive. You might fight them, tooth and nail, and show them that it is you who will come out, alive.
He sat on the gravestone. He a buried his mother years ago, years he couldn’t even remember. His sister had died. His friends had each perished one by one, but he had always had her.
Our Father who art in heaven…
He began and watched as the sun began to rise.
bury me alive. i said. and all will be okay. the lives of the birds above will continue and all the trees will continue to turn red in the fall. just do it, bury me alive. and i will close my eyes to the earth and cease to breath.
“So are we going to bury him?”
“Yeah. Did you bring the shovel?”
“Shovel and a bucket.”
“Bucket for what?”
“Flowers.” Her throat sounded like it was closed up. “Roses. He always liked those.”
The dust was flying around the meadow. I wrinkled my nose to keep from sneezing. I lowered the body onto the warm grass. The slight breeze ruffled his golden fur.
“Well. Let’s do this.”
Bury me with it, a song by Modest Mouse. Bukowski I think its called. Bury the dead, bury my head. la lal lal al. Modest Mouse is the most awesome band ever I will never get sick of it. Its so cool. In any mood its ready to rock. Whoo hoo, I love Modest Mouse.
Your feelings can eat you alive. It’s amazing;the deeper you bury them the more life they gain, as if they thrive on the energy you expend denying them.
Something
I want to bury myself in words, hoping they will come out on the page in a coherent manner. Right now, they are jumbled in my mind and when they come out of my mouth, everyone looks at mea s though I have lost my mind. Perhaps I have.
Bury me in the shadows of that big oak tree. The one we used to swing and play on when we were kids. I don’t need flowers or anything fancy.
bury is something that i do not know what to write about I mean it is kind of impossible to think right now when i am only thinking about food. I really do not know what i am writing so just whatever. I do not even know what is going to
Bury the body before someone finds it and throws you in prison. If you have to go to court, say you’re crazy. When they acquit you, celebrate with margaritas for the jury.
My parents suffocated me with things to do. They gave me a terribly long list of chores, and extra school work on top of that. The decided to have me learn an instrument too. All because they caught me sneaking out one day, they buried me alive.
I bury may face in my pillow and heave one more sob. Then, I get up, splash some water from the faucet onto my face, and stare at myself in the mirror for a minute. “Nothing is wrong, just let it all go,” I think to myself. I gather my things and make my way to the door, closing it quietly behind me.
The shovel was heavy in my hands. By the cover of night I dug, callouses forming. But still I dug. Desperately, dirt was forced from the ground and thrown carelessly into a pile. I have to finish. I have to.
A lost soul is better than no soul, think for yourself, question everything including the familiar in everyday society. Don’t be scared to lead your own path for when the least likely blank becomes blank you will agree things aren’t so primitive.
You’ve got to bury this one – deep in your head, so no one can use it against you. You never want to think of this moment again, you want it gone. Forever.
This is what you do with feelings if you can’t figure out where else they should go. Or you can do it with a lizard that has not survived the love of a child.