“I must bury my feelings for him or else he will hate me,” he was so certain that his best friend would hate him for those feelings. The lustful longings mixed with absolute adoration would most certainly leave Алексей lonely and afraid.
He couldn’t have known that Николай felt the same.
mackedee
The earth hit the top of the wooden chest with a dull thud, sounding hollow to the ears of those above. It was a simple matter; dirt from the pile into a pit 6ft deep. Covering the secret, hiding it deep beneath the surface of the world and prying eyes.
Nicole G.
The man walked alone through the desert. As the sun reached it’s zenith over his head, he found himself standing alongside a recently dug grave. He wondered who it contained, where they had been, and where they were going before life took them away and buried them in the ground.
Mike
The young girl stared at the ground as they lowered the coffin into the ground. She had a small understanding of what death was, and what it meant to be buried into the soil. She wondered if she would see her mother again in her dreams, but as they buried the coffin, she felt a small tear trail down her cheek as if she knew more about death than she thought.
asdflkjsh
I wanted to bury all my feelings underneath the snow at my feet. He kept talking, we kept walking, but my stomach froze over with knots, and my mouth stayed shut. He didn’t notice my silence; he never did. As long as we were on a subject he loved, he could go on forever without remembering the quiet girl by his side. “Shut up.” My lips formed the words without my permission, and he looked at me with shock. He wasn’t used to being told off. But things were going to change.
someone dide and now they are being laid to rest there are people all aroun crying but it is a happy time cuz now they are at peace hmmmm.. i wonder what happened!
chai
The word bury means that you dig a hole and get something to put in that hole, and cover it up. Dogs usually do that with bones or other items you may find that dogs like. Wombats are called the “Bulldozers of the Bush” because they dig so many holes. That is my explanation on the word bury and that is as much as I know about that word.
Mady
Ever want to bury a treasure then go back to it in 20 years and rediscover it? Rediscover yourself as well. A lot can change over time—the way you view that object now is different than how you will view it in the future. Bury it and come back to it because you will have grown as a person and you will appreciate it in a new light.
T
I found her there later, buried under her tattered quilt with her skinny knees drawn tightly to her chest. There was the beginnings of a bruise blooming on her cheek.
She regarded me with wide, fearful eyes. “How much longer are they going to stay?”
I tried to ignore the quaver in my voice. “Longer than we can last.”
As the feelings surged within me, I finally let go of the urge to bury them. It was time to tell him how I felt. This was definitely going to be a shock to him and everyone else involved in the situation, because the truth was I didn’t want to go through with the marriage. My heart belonged to someone else.
Amy
I bury the truth with a smile
Hide it behind teeth and a grin
You’ll never fully see the full extent of my pain
Even my eyes will mask the truth if I make them!
You will never see unless I let you in but I’m never letting you in again!
The dead were piling up on the sides of the highway, the infection spreading through all the bodies. We had no time to bury them, we had to reach a place with no infection, no possible chance of turning. The bodies were rotted and falling apart, disease ridden and mottled with bruises and blood. Their limbs were turning green and the blood was dark. Their bodies needed to buried but no one had any time to worry about it. So, the bodies were just strewn there, being swarmed by maggots and vultures, picking off skin and bones, eating them, disintegrating them. The highway we traveled on was so disease ridden, we had to wear surgical masks, for the least bit of protection. Our guns were strapped to our backs and we had other miscellaneous weapons on our belts and in our packs, we were as well prepared as we could be, even though no one saw the outbreak coming.
I would like to bury myself 5 feet into the ground with a ring around my face and an ogre in my brain. I wish I was part pig so I could squeal but mostly I wish I could consume the world around me and ignore everything in between me and you because I’ve lost control of my life, darling. Do kiss me, don’t kiss me.
Will you bury me in the end? Marry me, will you bury me? will you carry me to the end?
no
bury my head in shame when i think of the way i have lived my life and watched judging others. bury me deep in the ground i want to feel it burning all around. when life is over and i am asked where i want to go ill say straight to hell where i belong.
Nykkia
under a bridge in dirt alive dead in a cemetary tombstone sadness pet love
Julie
They buried him in a corner of the graveyard, up on a slight hill, near the cherry trees. He would like that spot, they thought, but he probably wouldn’t like the fact that they had buried him while still alive…
tony
A cabin, nestled between trees, buried in the soft silence of snow. I want to be in that cabin, a fire going and wind whistling past the window panes as I sip tea. A pile of books is all I’d need, and I could be content forever there. I don’t know where this cabin is, but I know one thing: it is where I belong.
Morgan
He tossed them quickly into the trash can by the door when his parents barged into his refuge, policing him as their suspicions had dictated. The cigarette carton fell short and the box of condoms snagged the edge of the bin, toggling the handle of the plastic bag bloomed over a dull green trash bin; the crinkles grabbed the attention of his parents who – after that date – issued an inquisition to his every acquisition and request.
Eric Harrell
You bury me. I cannot think to live and watch you be put to the dirt. I cannot buy a tombstone for you. You bury me. For I will be your rock. Your strength,
All I ask is this:
You bury me.
I love you.
Ryan Starr
I’m afraid to be buried. I’ve buried secrets for years. I’ve buried emotions. I’ve buried hopes and dreams. I’ve buried desires. I’ve buried addictions. I’ve buried many things. One thing I cannot bury is my past. Therefore, someday, it may bury me. Bury is such a scary word.
Ciara Willis
the grave was covered in fog. I didnt know what to do. Right there, on the gravestone was my brothers name. Jesse Nightly. Why did you have to take the bullet that was meant for my chest? why did you have to take the pain that was meant for me?!?!
Bailey
I would bury my toes into the sand to cool them down. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide the things like my aunt said. The infection doesn’t bother me one bit…
there are several corpses lined up all in a row. we are meant to bury them, not to think about who they might have been: a mother, father, sister, cousin, lover…all these titles are meaningless to corpses. the sentimentality ends with life.
Clancy
bury my memory of you, hoping to forget the pain and love again
missy
I will bury these feelings. And pray that they don’t rise again.
I will bury these secrets deep within me. And pray no one finds them.
My ovaries will scream in pain. And I will pray that they stop.
Katheryne
I’m gonna bury you, so so so deeply. I hate you, and you deserve to die. Fuck you, bitch. Nobody’s going to miss you, you little piece of shit.
Romina
To hide oneself. The hide shame, or to bury the past. I hide in and. I don’t want to be seen. AShamed of my actions of myself. What haveI done? bury my feelings, deep inside. No one can see when they are hidden, buried, under years and years of emotions. Emotions that I say are real, but they aren’t.
Jade
I wanted to bury a lot of my past from when I was young and the older you get you realize that you need those mess ups in your life to make you what you are today.
Kim g
I wonder what damage it does when we bury the ones we love. Slowly dropped into the ground. Minds cold in a coffin, slowly fading into dust.
I wonder what becomes of us when we’re buried. Left to wait. Left to dream. Left in the skin of the person we’ve become, and the socks we wore that last day.
bury people in the ground when they’re dead and maybe they’ll come out and grab you when you visit the graveyard. that’s a little weird. they should probably still have those bells in the groundin case people aren’t all the way dead. death is inevitable i guess. what can you do about death? nothing at all it’s going to happen to best of us. shit. i can’t even think about death i’m a 15 year old girl in high school. what do i know about life let alone death…
Annabelle
Bury me, bury me. I’ll bury you on your dying day, when all your life has gone to rest. Bury me, I’m not running from you. Bury the world in all your lies. Bury, bury.
Terra Contra
He watches the coffin lowering into the hole, and there is rain coming down, scattering across the mahogany surface like pebbles. The stench of dirt and grass and his sister’s stockings is in his nostrils, but his face is blank, devoid, and he can think of no reaction that could match the quiet tears of the crowd, because he’s alone now, really, and his sister has a run in her stocking.
Gwen
to bury is to end on some definitoins of the word but others suggest a figuritive explanation to the word. that is that. as long as we realize this word is negative in most positions we cam stay away but never fully because everything surrounds us.
Siddhartha Christopher
I have a few things I would like to bury. The books on my bookshelf can’t be burned, they must be buried. It’s a great ritual, a great way to say goodbye.
This weekend, my neighbor buried his wife. The woman he spent the better part of his life with. A kind, amazing woman who gave all her love to the people around her. She bought the first pair of shoes I ever sold. Probably just to be nice and make me feel like I was worth something, which is all anyone really wants in this world.
im sorry but youll have to bury that deep down inside of yourself. you will have to ignore every impulse to speak or think or breathe about it. it is beyond you now. never for you to feel about again. it is no longer your responsibility to burden yourself with that. bury it.
“I must bury my feelings for him or else he will hate me,” he was so certain that his best friend would hate him for those feelings. The lustful longings mixed with absolute adoration would most certainly leave Алексей lonely and afraid.
He couldn’t have known that Николай felt the same.
The earth hit the top of the wooden chest with a dull thud, sounding hollow to the ears of those above. It was a simple matter; dirt from the pile into a pit 6ft deep. Covering the secret, hiding it deep beneath the surface of the world and prying eyes.
The man walked alone through the desert. As the sun reached it’s zenith over his head, he found himself standing alongside a recently dug grave. He wondered who it contained, where they had been, and where they were going before life took them away and buried them in the ground.
The young girl stared at the ground as they lowered the coffin into the ground. She had a small understanding of what death was, and what it meant to be buried into the soil. She wondered if she would see her mother again in her dreams, but as they buried the coffin, she felt a small tear trail down her cheek as if she knew more about death than she thought.
I wanted to bury all my feelings underneath the snow at my feet. He kept talking, we kept walking, but my stomach froze over with knots, and my mouth stayed shut. He didn’t notice my silence; he never did. As long as we were on a subject he loved, he could go on forever without remembering the quiet girl by his side. “Shut up.” My lips formed the words without my permission, and he looked at me with shock. He wasn’t used to being told off. But things were going to change.
sometimes i want to bury myself
somewhere deep in the ocean
away from the world
away from worry
away from money
away from all things physical
away
someone dide and now they are being laid to rest there are people all aroun crying but it is a happy time cuz now they are at peace hmmmm.. i wonder what happened!
The word bury means that you dig a hole and get something to put in that hole, and cover it up. Dogs usually do that with bones or other items you may find that dogs like. Wombats are called the “Bulldozers of the Bush” because they dig so many holes. That is my explanation on the word bury and that is as much as I know about that word.
Ever want to bury a treasure then go back to it in 20 years and rediscover it? Rediscover yourself as well. A lot can change over time—the way you view that object now is different than how you will view it in the future. Bury it and come back to it because you will have grown as a person and you will appreciate it in a new light.
I found her there later, buried under her tattered quilt with her skinny knees drawn tightly to her chest. There was the beginnings of a bruise blooming on her cheek.
She regarded me with wide, fearful eyes. “How much longer are they going to stay?”
I tried to ignore the quaver in my voice. “Longer than we can last.”
Bury me with the lies. Bury me with the truth. Bury me with love. Bury me with hate. Bury me.
As the feelings surged within me, I finally let go of the urge to bury them. It was time to tell him how I felt. This was definitely going to be a shock to him and everyone else involved in the situation, because the truth was I didn’t want to go through with the marriage. My heart belonged to someone else.
I bury the truth with a smile
Hide it behind teeth and a grin
You’ll never fully see the full extent of my pain
Even my eyes will mask the truth if I make them!
You will never see unless I let you in but I’m never letting you in again!
The dead were piling up on the sides of the highway, the infection spreading through all the bodies. We had no time to bury them, we had to reach a place with no infection, no possible chance of turning. The bodies were rotted and falling apart, disease ridden and mottled with bruises and blood. Their limbs were turning green and the blood was dark. Their bodies needed to buried but no one had any time to worry about it. So, the bodies were just strewn there, being swarmed by maggots and vultures, picking off skin and bones, eating them, disintegrating them. The highway we traveled on was so disease ridden, we had to wear surgical masks, for the least bit of protection. Our guns were strapped to our backs and we had other miscellaneous weapons on our belts and in our packs, we were as well prepared as we could be, even though no one saw the outbreak coming.
I would like to bury myself 5 feet into the ground with a ring around my face and an ogre in my brain. I wish I was part pig so I could squeal but mostly I wish I could consume the world around me and ignore everything in between me and you because I’ve lost control of my life, darling. Do kiss me, don’t kiss me.
Will you bury me in the end? Marry me, will you bury me? will you carry me to the end?
bury my head in shame when i think of the way i have lived my life and watched judging others. bury me deep in the ground i want to feel it burning all around. when life is over and i am asked where i want to go ill say straight to hell where i belong.
under a bridge in dirt alive dead in a cemetary tombstone sadness pet love
They buried him in a corner of the graveyard, up on a slight hill, near the cherry trees. He would like that spot, they thought, but he probably wouldn’t like the fact that they had buried him while still alive…
A cabin, nestled between trees, buried in the soft silence of snow. I want to be in that cabin, a fire going and wind whistling past the window panes as I sip tea. A pile of books is all I’d need, and I could be content forever there. I don’t know where this cabin is, but I know one thing: it is where I belong.
He tossed them quickly into the trash can by the door when his parents barged into his refuge, policing him as their suspicions had dictated. The cigarette carton fell short and the box of condoms snagged the edge of the bin, toggling the handle of the plastic bag bloomed over a dull green trash bin; the crinkles grabbed the attention of his parents who – after that date – issued an inquisition to his every acquisition and request.
You bury me. I cannot think to live and watch you be put to the dirt. I cannot buy a tombstone for you. You bury me. For I will be your rock. Your strength,
All I ask is this:
You bury me.
I love you.
I’m afraid to be buried. I’ve buried secrets for years. I’ve buried emotions. I’ve buried hopes and dreams. I’ve buried desires. I’ve buried addictions. I’ve buried many things. One thing I cannot bury is my past. Therefore, someday, it may bury me. Bury is such a scary word.
the grave was covered in fog. I didnt know what to do. Right there, on the gravestone was my brothers name. Jesse Nightly. Why did you have to take the bullet that was meant for my chest? why did you have to take the pain that was meant for me?!?!
I would bury my toes into the sand to cool them down. It wasn’t that I wanted to hide the things like my aunt said. The infection doesn’t bother me one bit…
there are several corpses lined up all in a row. we are meant to bury them, not to think about who they might have been: a mother, father, sister, cousin, lover…all these titles are meaningless to corpses. the sentimentality ends with life.
bury my memory of you, hoping to forget the pain and love again
I will bury these feelings. And pray that they don’t rise again.
I will bury these secrets deep within me. And pray no one finds them.
My ovaries will scream in pain. And I will pray that they stop.
I’m gonna bury you, so so so deeply. I hate you, and you deserve to die. Fuck you, bitch. Nobody’s going to miss you, you little piece of shit.
To hide oneself. The hide shame, or to bury the past. I hide in and. I don’t want to be seen. AShamed of my actions of myself. What haveI done? bury my feelings, deep inside. No one can see when they are hidden, buried, under years and years of emotions. Emotions that I say are real, but they aren’t.
I wanted to bury a lot of my past from when I was young and the older you get you realize that you need those mess ups in your life to make you what you are today.
I wonder what damage it does when we bury the ones we love. Slowly dropped into the ground. Minds cold in a coffin, slowly fading into dust.
I wonder what becomes of us when we’re buried. Left to wait. Left to dream. Left in the skin of the person we’ve become, and the socks we wore that last day.
The heart changes irreversibly.
asgghj
bury people in the ground when they’re dead and maybe they’ll come out and grab you when you visit the graveyard. that’s a little weird. they should probably still have those bells in the groundin case people aren’t all the way dead. death is inevitable i guess. what can you do about death? nothing at all it’s going to happen to best of us. shit. i can’t even think about death i’m a 15 year old girl in high school. what do i know about life let alone death…
Bury me, bury me. I’ll bury you on your dying day, when all your life has gone to rest. Bury me, I’m not running from you. Bury the world in all your lies. Bury, bury.
He watches the coffin lowering into the hole, and there is rain coming down, scattering across the mahogany surface like pebbles. The stench of dirt and grass and his sister’s stockings is in his nostrils, but his face is blank, devoid, and he can think of no reaction that could match the quiet tears of the crowd, because he’s alone now, really, and his sister has a run in her stocking.
to bury is to end on some definitoins of the word but others suggest a figuritive explanation to the word. that is that. as long as we realize this word is negative in most positions we cam stay away but never fully because everything surrounds us.
I have a few things I would like to bury. The books on my bookshelf can’t be burned, they must be buried. It’s a great ritual, a great way to say goodbye.
This weekend, my neighbor buried his wife. The woman he spent the better part of his life with. A kind, amazing woman who gave all her love to the people around her. She bought the first pair of shoes I ever sold. Probably just to be nice and make me feel like I was worth something, which is all anyone really wants in this world.
im sorry but youll have to bury that deep down inside of yourself. you will have to ignore every impulse to speak or think or breathe about it. it is beyond you now. never for you to feel about again. it is no longer your responsibility to burden yourself with that. bury it.