Tomorrow
Ill be gone
and going
and you can sleep on the depression my body carved
with its love and its laziness
you can go too
and leave your own mark
but i’ll be smiling anyway
He had never carved skin before but it couldn’t be much harder than carving a tomato. After all, didn’t they use tomatoes to teach nurses how to give shots? A wet shiver went through him as he looked down at her arm; that betraying arm.
The turkey sat plum and browned on the dinner table. Twelve hungry eyes watched as Father gave a goofy grin and began to carve the marvelous bird so the feast could start.
When i think of carve i think of cooking, of stone masonry. i think of art. I think of sculpture, rodin’s kiss. michaelangelo’s david. I think of sunday roasts and chopping vegetables.
rhiannon
i used the knife that mom gave me as a christmas present to carve my name into the tree in my backyard. My youth came rushing back to me like a river flowing wildly. Some memories were good and some made me feel empty inside.
Diane Marie
I would like to carve some turkey. Hot, delicious turkey that’s sitting on the dinner table, waiting for us to consume it! Mmm so good! I love carving turkey!
yana
I decided to carve his name. In those beautiful letters, one by one.It was slow,painful, agonizing,but it didn’t matter to me.All that matter was that word, that very name would stay with me,like a mark, forever.
sandaye
CARVE. my heart into a brain because it needs one. Carve, curve, curdle, curse, crucifix, crunk, crop, corp, cuss, cate, Capricorn.
Carve your name into stone. Carve it into history. Carve it so it will be remembered and told for generations forthcoming. Do something that will etch it permanently into our minds, our consciousness, and our understand of this world.
Carve rimes with scarves. Okay, so that’s in plural. Scarf. Scarf down food. It’s strange how sometimes everyday words just look different every now and then.
Janette
ervac cafer what would that be? I do not know meaning of this word. CARVE – looks like cave :)
Vlad Tim
he held the blade expertly balanced between two fingers, and she shivered. there was two inches of the blade buried deep within, the fluid was running. her eyes widened as he offered her the piece he had just carved from the fruit.
“If you could carve out just a minute of your time,” Ms. Johnson said, “I’d love to speak with you about your son’s predilections for playing with skulls.” “Certainly,” Sheila replied, “but I must warn you, he comes from a long line of skull crushers.”
The tree outside my house is covered in initials; some are clearly romantic, Joe and Mary, Alfred and Milly, and many, many others.
My wife, too, drew our names on the side of the tree nearest the sidewalk.
They used to say that if you cut your own couple’s names onto the tree, it would guarantee fidelity and happiness. It seemed true for years … and certainly, it appears to have been true for some of them.
The other day I was looking at the tree and realized there was a kind of dividing line.
Nobody used the east side of the tree; nor did they use the west. On either of those sides, the only visible names are from the north and south.
And then I got to thinking … maybe the old saying was true.
The couples on the north side had all faced unusual hardships.
Miscarriage of triplets
House burning down while asleep
Sinkholes under the house.
Weird things.
But the result of each of those hardships had kept those couples together.
I know one couple from the north side of the tree that has been together fifty years.
Now, the south side has even more signatures; perhaps because it is closer to the sidewalk.
The couples who are are the south side all seem to have had a more blessed union.
Right out of school, each started out unusually gifted.
An insurance check from a death in the family which paid for a new home
Being late for flights which all mysteriously exploded in mid-air
And yet, no matter how many long a couple had been together, within two or three years of documenting their love on the tree, the couples each split.
The carver wandered the streets aimlessly. Cutting and slicing his victims as he please, carving deep into their flesh sliiver by sliver. Who knows who his next victim is, it could be anyone. Even you so watch your back in that alley, because you might never see it again.
EE Sharp
i like to carve my destiny.. with chissils so tat i make progress slowly but steadily… a flase move would lead me to the different path but it
shah nihad
carve means that when you are using a knife to cut shavings of wood out of 1 big block or chunk of wood.
Aeron D
Michael Angelo Carved a statue of a man with tits. He was a flaming homosexual. But a great artist nontheless. Homosexual tendencies havent changed much thoughout the ages.
kevin
Is it wrong to wish nothing more then to carve a face of malice and dread into the backs of todays youth? To split them open end to end and force feed them the veiws of a sifled generation. To carve out their eyes and stick them down their overfed throats. For their eyes are not in use, They can not see what is right infront of them. Everything is wrong. the world is in a god damn hurry. My name is Desmond riche and i swear to your so called god that before my time is up, i will carve my name into the youth of this world.
Desmond
i’m only hollow when i think of you. the moment passes by quicker these days than they did before. the place where you carved yourself deep isn’t bleeding anymore, but scabbing, roughly covering over a multitude of sins with time.
hcolet
red wine
is my weapon of choice
in my effort
to carve you
out of my heart
this is all i get? just a box with a lump? doesnt seem very fitting to write about. But I guess i can talk about it a little bit. here it is…a box..with a lump….surprised yet? You should be..its a freakin box with a lump!
Bobby
What we all do to life with our hands our minds and our ambitions. It is the act witch gives us eternity through the act of scarring that which surrounds us.
Scott
Carve memories in your mind, in your heart, on something that will last like a tree or concrete. In years to come you can look back on it and remember something that made you smile, made you cry, made you laugh, made you hurt, made you feel.
zoe halliday
Carve the pumpkin. Carve at Halloween and at the Octoberfest. Carve faces, carve cats, carve candles. Make light through. Carve with knives. Knives knives and knives. Always carving, always kniving. Carve pumpkins.
k
Help me carve these letters into the tree, that way when we come back in 20 years the only thing that will be the same will be the, and our love.
Lindsay
The first thing I think of is carving a turkey, which is strange and not pleasing in any respect. I used to carve things into my flesh. I wasn’t depress. I wanted to experience everything, and it made me feel the intensity of experience all the more.
in the meat in my head and make since of the crazy that I feel so deeply entwined in the grace of life that’s never ending love can surpass it all of never could be the end of it all in the end it will be ok if you haven’t told me that before. but since we’re not talking about love but grace then there is nothing to be said about the meat in my head. it’s more then it seems because.
andre
The craftsman carved his mark into the wood. Nothing but a vision. Simplicity.
leaf Collector
carving pumpkins was never my favorite. don’t get me wrong: i love seeing those little glowing faces in the window just as much as anyone else, but the journey from orange vegetable (or is it a fruit?) to glowing beacon is too long for me to handle. I just can’t handle all that goo, i guess.
Delia
She takes the knife and dives it deep into the wood creating a wondrous piece of art that delves into her heart. It shows her soul, opens the mind and cries out for the masses to see what truly hides underneath the skin.
Amber
I have a lump of a body. I seem to always have had this problem. One day, what I’d like to do is build, sculpt, and carve something that resembles an actual male human body out of myself.
Sometimes Daddy liked to carve things out of soap. Farm animals and balloons and anything else you could think of. These are the things you miss, after someone’s died. These are the things you cherish forever.
soph.
I’ve always wanted to be able to carve wood. When I was little I remember thinking that my wood carving kit was the enemy. “Just carve what doesn’t look like a monkey” Right.
Jeromy Adams
This is what we do to pumpkins in October. Its a Halloween thing, really. Do all cultures celebrate halloween, or is it just an American thing? I know that we’re supposed to stop caring about it when we grow up or something, but I want to carve pumpkins forever.
Tomorrow
Ill be gone
and going
and you can sleep on the depression my body carved
with its love and its laziness
you can go too
and leave your own mark
but i’ll be smiling anyway
Carve our initials into the Maple tree,
enclose it in a big heart.
Trace the lines to make a path
for they lead to our future, you see.
He had never carved skin before but it couldn’t be much harder than carving a tomato. After all, didn’t they use tomatoes to teach nurses how to give shots? A wet shiver went through him as he looked down at her arm; that betraying arm.
The turkey sat plum and browned on the dinner table. Twelve hungry eyes watched as Father gave a goofy grin and began to carve the marvelous bird so the feast could start.
I carved my name on a tree. They cut it down. I vanished.
When i think of carve i think of cooking, of stone masonry. i think of art. I think of sculpture, rodin’s kiss. michaelangelo’s david. I think of sunday roasts and chopping vegetables.
i used the knife that mom gave me as a christmas present to carve my name into the tree in my backyard. My youth came rushing back to me like a river flowing wildly. Some memories were good and some made me feel empty inside.
I would like to carve some turkey. Hot, delicious turkey that’s sitting on the dinner table, waiting for us to consume it! Mmm so good! I love carving turkey!
I decided to carve his name. In those beautiful letters, one by one.It was slow,painful, agonizing,but it didn’t matter to me.All that matter was that word, that very name would stay with me,like a mark, forever.
CARVE. my heart into a brain because it needs one. Carve, curve, curdle, curse, crucifix, crunk, crop, corp, cuss, cate, Capricorn.
Carve your name into stone. Carve it into history. Carve it so it will be remembered and told for generations forthcoming. Do something that will etch it permanently into our minds, our consciousness, and our understand of this world.
Carve rimes with scarves. Okay, so that’s in plural. Scarf. Scarf down food. It’s strange how sometimes everyday words just look different every now and then.
ervac cafer what would that be? I do not know meaning of this word. CARVE – looks like cave :)
he held the blade expertly balanced between two fingers, and she shivered. there was two inches of the blade buried deep within, the fluid was running. her eyes widened as he offered her the piece he had just carved from the fruit.
“If you could carve out just a minute of your time,” Ms. Johnson said, “I’d love to speak with you about your son’s predilections for playing with skulls.” “Certainly,” Sheila replied, “but I must warn you, he comes from a long line of skull crushers.”
Initials.
The tree outside my house is covered in initials; some are clearly romantic, Joe and Mary, Alfred and Milly, and many, many others.
My wife, too, drew our names on the side of the tree nearest the sidewalk.
They used to say that if you cut your own couple’s names onto the tree, it would guarantee fidelity and happiness. It seemed true for years … and certainly, it appears to have been true for some of them.
The other day I was looking at the tree and realized there was a kind of dividing line.
Nobody used the east side of the tree; nor did they use the west. On either of those sides, the only visible names are from the north and south.
And then I got to thinking … maybe the old saying was true.
The couples on the north side had all faced unusual hardships.
Miscarriage of triplets
House burning down while asleep
Sinkholes under the house.
Weird things.
But the result of each of those hardships had kept those couples together.
I know one couple from the north side of the tree that has been together fifty years.
Now, the south side has even more signatures; perhaps because it is closer to the sidewalk.
The couples who are are the south side all seem to have had a more blessed union.
Right out of school, each started out unusually gifted.
An insurance check from a death in the family which paid for a new home
Being late for flights which all mysteriously exploded in mid-air
And yet, no matter how many long a couple had been together, within two or three years of documenting their love on the tree, the couples each split.
Every single one.
.
.
.
I miss my wife.
you carved my heart… scars are leftover.for always part of me.what to say.I’m carved
It’s in my heart forever. I can’t erase it even if I tried. Carved with a knife. Meaning, I still feel the pain that came with it.
The carver wandered the streets aimlessly. Cutting and slicing his victims as he please, carving deep into their flesh sliiver by sliver. Who knows who his next victim is, it could be anyone. Even you so watch your back in that alley, because you might never see it again.
i like to carve my destiny.. with chissils so tat i make progress slowly but steadily… a flase move would lead me to the different path but it
carve means that when you are using a knife to cut shavings of wood out of 1 big block or chunk of wood.
Michael Angelo Carved a statue of a man with tits. He was a flaming homosexual. But a great artist nontheless. Homosexual tendencies havent changed much thoughout the ages.
Is it wrong to wish nothing more then to carve a face of malice and dread into the backs of todays youth? To split them open end to end and force feed them the veiws of a sifled generation. To carve out their eyes and stick them down their overfed throats. For their eyes are not in use, They can not see what is right infront of them. Everything is wrong. the world is in a god damn hurry. My name is Desmond riche and i swear to your so called god that before my time is up, i will carve my name into the youth of this world.
i’m only hollow when i think of you. the moment passes by quicker these days than they did before. the place where you carved yourself deep isn’t bleeding anymore, but scabbing, roughly covering over a multitude of sins with time.
red wine
is my weapon of choice
in my effort
to carve you
out of my heart
you will always be there
carved in my heart
never think
that I never think
of you
every night
is spent
wondering with a wandering mind
over you
this is all i get? just a box with a lump? doesnt seem very fitting to write about. But I guess i can talk about it a little bit. here it is…a box..with a lump….surprised yet? You should be..its a freakin box with a lump!
What we all do to life with our hands our minds and our ambitions. It is the act witch gives us eternity through the act of scarring that which surrounds us.
Carve memories in your mind, in your heart, on something that will last like a tree or concrete. In years to come you can look back on it and remember something that made you smile, made you cry, made you laugh, made you hurt, made you feel.
Carve the pumpkin. Carve at Halloween and at the Octoberfest. Carve faces, carve cats, carve candles. Make light through. Carve with knives. Knives knives and knives. Always carving, always kniving. Carve pumpkins.
Help me carve these letters into the tree, that way when we come back in 20 years the only thing that will be the same will be the, and our love.
The first thing I think of is carving a turkey, which is strange and not pleasing in any respect. I used to carve things into my flesh. I wasn’t depress. I wanted to experience everything, and it made me feel the intensity of experience all the more.
in the meat in my head and make since of the crazy that I feel so deeply entwined in the grace of life that’s never ending love can surpass it all of never could be the end of it all in the end it will be ok if you haven’t told me that before. but since we’re not talking about love but grace then there is nothing to be said about the meat in my head. it’s more then it seems because.
The craftsman carved his mark into the wood. Nothing but a vision. Simplicity.
carving pumpkins was never my favorite. don’t get me wrong: i love seeing those little glowing faces in the window just as much as anyone else, but the journey from orange vegetable (or is it a fruit?) to glowing beacon is too long for me to handle. I just can’t handle all that goo, i guess.
She takes the knife and dives it deep into the wood creating a wondrous piece of art that delves into her heart. It shows her soul, opens the mind and cries out for the masses to see what truly hides underneath the skin.
I have a lump of a body. I seem to always have had this problem. One day, what I’d like to do is build, sculpt, and carve something that resembles an actual male human body out of myself.
Sometimes Daddy liked to carve things out of soap. Farm animals and balloons and anything else you could think of. These are the things you miss, after someone’s died. These are the things you cherish forever.
I’ve always wanted to be able to carve wood. When I was little I remember thinking that my wood carving kit was the enemy. “Just carve what doesn’t look like a monkey” Right.
This is what we do to pumpkins in October. Its a Halloween thing, really. Do all cultures celebrate halloween, or is it just an American thing? I know that we’re supposed to stop caring about it when we grow up or something, but I want to carve pumpkins forever.