It is strange to see my whittled spirit standing beside me, carved away from my former self. Do I discard the culled pieces of save them for scrap? How will I ever know if any of these parts will ever mean anything to anyone ever again?
Katy
remember that one time when i invited you to the tree? no? oh, well i know i’m not that important to you. or memorable. or time-worthy. but when i invited you and you didn’t show, i waited. i waited until it got dark, and then i walked home. before i walked i carved our initials into the tree, though, and now i can’t rid myself of them.
the time it takes from me to you
is the echo of my thoughts of love
rattling in the cage of my chest
and spat out with urgency
that makes me grab for the words you give
the laughter and startle of a call
the space of a moment over borders
It was as if the scars had been carved lovingly into her skin. Instead of cuts and scrapes they were art, as if the painter had taken up his knife as gently as a brush and drew a picture on her cheek.
She crouched on her knees in the darkest corner of her small closet, gripping a butterknife she had snuck from the kitchen weeks ago. She pushed and pushed with all her might that dull blade against the old wooden floor boards, trying to get the letters A and R and C and R…Alan Reyes for her father and Carla Reyes for her mother. She would make sure she did not forget to carve the heart that was meant to fit between her parents initials. She would NOT forget. Her hand ached and her head throbbed in agony as she continues to work the knife into the ground, trying to let the scrapping sounds overwhelm the clash of broken dishes and screams that were bleeding down the walls of the house she grew up in.
“No, Alan…no, please. I’m sorry! Please!”
Then there was a loud thud as something heavy, heavy enough to be a person, hit the ground.
Beth began to carve the heart, struggling to focus her vision through the tears that burned her senses.
something that is engraved
like the wall is carved with stone
carvings are of many types
carved is the past tense of carve and carving is the present tense . carved is to make or get out by cutting .. we also carve out a career
its is also to form something:from something solid like a stone
carved paintings in ajanta ellora are found which depicts serenity and beauty
aishwarya
Women have carved their way to personal freedom, one woman at a time. Using nothing but housework, typewriters and pure determination to carve out a place for themselves in a man’s world.
paulie aragon
I took a block of wood
Carved a dog
Took a knife around it ears
To pet against the grain
And put a match to its circles
roast wood stone sculpture etched writings ethnic old art written markings mark permanent design food meat beef carvings lumber hard mind dream
Frances Cabatuando
Die Raben saßen aufgereiht auf dem Waschzuber und schauten konzentriert auf das blubberne Seifenwasser. Weißer Schaum, in dem sie sich lila, gelb, grün und rosa schillernd spiegelten. Der letzte Atem von Corvin ließ immer mehr Blasen entstehen, die immer kleiner wurden.
It is strange to see my whittled spirit standing beside me, carved away from my former self. Do I discard the culled pieces of save them for scrap? How will I ever know if any of these parts will ever mean anything to anyone ever again?
remember that one time when i invited you to the tree? no? oh, well i know i’m not that important to you. or memorable. or time-worthy. but when i invited you and you didn’t show, i waited. i waited until it got dark, and then i walked home. before i walked i carved our initials into the tree, though, and now i can’t rid myself of them.
the time it takes from me to you
is the echo of my thoughts of love
rattling in the cage of my chest
and spat out with urgency
that makes me grab for the words you give
the laughter and startle of a call
the space of a moment over borders
A statue is carved out of stone or bronze or whatever it’s made of. I think you can also carve a piece of meat, but I’m not sure.
He carved my initials in the willow tree in my back yard. That afternoon a tornado came and blew my willow tree down.
sometimes i think
about you
and wonder if those
tears are
permanently
carved into your face
It was as if the scars had been carved lovingly into her skin. Instead of cuts and scrapes they were art, as if the painter had taken up his knife as gently as a brush and drew a picture on her cheek.
She crouched on her knees in the darkest corner of her small closet, gripping a butterknife she had snuck from the kitchen weeks ago. She pushed and pushed with all her might that dull blade against the old wooden floor boards, trying to get the letters A and R and C and R…Alan Reyes for her father and Carla Reyes for her mother. She would make sure she did not forget to carve the heart that was meant to fit between her parents initials. She would NOT forget. Her hand ached and her head throbbed in agony as she continues to work the knife into the ground, trying to let the scrapping sounds overwhelm the clash of broken dishes and screams that were bleeding down the walls of the house she grew up in.
“No, Alan…no, please. I’m sorry! Please!”
Then there was a loud thud as something heavy, heavy enough to be a person, hit the ground.
Beth began to carve the heart, struggling to focus her vision through the tears that burned her senses.
This day is forever carved in my heart. Today, I learned true friendship, unconditional love and acceptance.
something that is engraved
like the wall is carved with stone
carvings are of many types
carved is the past tense of carve and carving is the present tense . carved is to make or get out by cutting .. we also carve out a career
its is also to form something:from something solid like a stone
carved paintings in ajanta ellora are found which depicts serenity and beauty
Women have carved their way to personal freedom, one woman at a time. Using nothing but housework, typewriters and pure determination to carve out a place for themselves in a man’s world.
I took a block of wood
Carved a dog
Took a knife around it ears
To pet against the grain
And put a match to its circles
roast wood stone sculpture etched writings ethnic old art written markings mark permanent design food meat beef carvings lumber hard mind dream
Die Raben saßen aufgereiht auf dem Waschzuber und schauten konzentriert auf das blubberne Seifenwasser. Weißer Schaum, in dem sie sich lila, gelb, grün und rosa schillernd spiegelten. Der letzte Atem von Corvin ließ immer mehr Blasen entstehen, die immer kleiner wurden.