I clipped your wings; I am sorry. I clipped your love; I am sorry.
I clipped my freedom to see you fly; but didn’t realize that kept both of us down.
Ehhh
as she clipped along the highway. thinking of nothing but getting away from the place she’d grown to loath. she began to sing. the song burst out of her with so much passion it brought tears to her listening mothers eyes.
Taylor Kaye
he cut the newspaper article out last sunday, clipped the coupons in the shopping pages, and tried desperately to think of a way to organize his life like the neat piles of sorted coupons he was making.
The lawnmower started with a groan of rusted steel, and it produced a whirlwind of dried, brown, grass.
“How much will that be.”
“For you, fifty dollars.”
“How about forty nine.”
“…Sure.”
The man gave him forty eight dollars.
“Close enough.”
Carson
I have clipped my nails. I have clipped my hair. I have cliipped my dogs nails and I have clipped my daughters hair. I have heard of getting your tounge clipped. I could only imangine how painful that could be
Erica
The clips fell into the sink,
pieces of him he no longer needed.
And each one fell so easily,
so willingly.
Clip my wings and bind me to my cage. I’ll snap through the bonds and squeeze through the bars like a fugitive, quiet as a mouse. Unclipped, released, slipping through the night… a spy in disguise. You’ll be clipped next.
Greek mothers and bored fathers sprawled all over the glass floors, my hair shrinking into my scalp as someone behind me creeps up like a bottle of pain killers. Kill my pain, I want to tell him, shake him until the white capsules tumble from his ears like marbles pressed against teeth by a slick tongue. Clipp me.
She heard the sound that brought her back to the days before society got the best of her. Clip, it went. Clip. Clip. Clip. As if a segment of life was being cut off. Clip.
A year from now, I will be cut out of this life, this town. Everything that stresses me out daily will be left for another generation, and I’ll move on to something else; I’ll move onto something better. But even that optimistic thought cannot help me now. I’m far down in the depths of melancholy, and no one is offering a hand.
IT IS A CLIP OF A CLIPPER WE LIKE IT A LOT OUT OF ANEWSPAPER OR A GARDENS LEAF IT IS BEAUTIFUL BUT MOST BEAUTIFUL IS THE CLIPPED HAIR OF MY DARLING ANGEL I LOVE HER SO CLIPPED FROM THE GRASP OF GOD DOWN TO MY LOVING ARMS
SHANNON
My nose was clipped. My wings sniffed the air. I felt the rain with my stomach, and satiation with my hands.
Levi
I clipped the articles out of the newspaper, it was now time to start my scrapbook of the Past four years of my life. I looked back on my time in this place, with these people. Everything seemed like such a waste, and so fake. I didn’t wanna remember my high school years as this. I wanted him outta my life. I wanted all of the fake bitches out of my life. I just wanted to be able to do me without all the shallow judgements. It’s my life, so let me live it my way, you all have your own lives to worry about. It gets old, but knowing that after this year I’ll be gone was good enough push for me to get through this one last year…
i clipped my hair because i was inspired by P!Nk’s FUCKING PERFECT video. The moment when the girl slit her wrists, but lived. Then chopped her hair off.
Well so did I
With both things.
Though the former was not due to the video.
manio
wat am i going to do????????????????????
ohhhhh yeah.
now?????????
60 seconds?!?!?!?!?!??!!
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justine
clipped wings stop me from soaring and have me slinking through life.
The hair fell from her face. There were no words to describe how she felt. It wasn’t just a little trim. She was changing everything. Shear it off, hide everything by taking it all away, that mass of curtain-like hair. To disappear into the world of no recognition, to run away from all that was familiar and comfortable. Was it easy? No. Was it worth it? No fucking idea.
I clipped my nail a little too close. On accident? Not really. On purpose? I don’t know. But the pain felt good. Pain has become my best friend, it seems. always there to lend a hand, and even when it leaves, it leaves a mark, unlike many of my “friends.”
Jessica
I breathe in
and you breathe out.
I breathe left
and you breathe right.
I forget to breathe
and you hold your breath
so we both pass out
at the same time,
and then we can be together
in another world
unlike this one.
And then sometime,
we’ll wake up and look
in the mirror
and we will see each other
staring back like a scissor
entering our eyelid
and we cry
because the pain
stabs at us,
so we breathe in and out
and in and out
until we stop breathing.
until we wake up again.
On the way by, the guy at the bar clipped my elbow. You know the way I mean. I didn’t exactly knock the air out of my sails, but it certainly brought his animosity across. I turned toward him, screwing up both my face and my courage to tear into him, when all of a sudden, Melinda stepped in front of me, holding up her well-manicured hand.
Raymond Masters
toenails lying across the bathroom floor
like decaying petals that fell from a tree
Corinne
My clipped feathers have grown, now I am free.
Ninan
Her lips were clipped with secret thoughts and clandestine words. How much of the present can she keep to herself, and for how long?
She clipped the scissors, her hands shaking as they hovered over her hair, around her people bustled and hustled for attention, but she ignored them, only focusing on her long blonde hair that would soon be floating the ground below her. She wondered if it was possible for hair to become human — no, of course not, but the affection she felt for her hair was ridiculous. Taking a deep breathe, she cut.
Jess
You were the love of my life. You were my everything. You were my present, my future, and my forever.
And now you’re gone.
You gave me no warning. Reminded me that very day how you would always be there.
And then you shredded the heart that I had happily handed to you. You clipped me out of your perfect little picture like I meant nothing.
If that is what this sick twisted world calls love, then please. I no longer want a part of it.
She clipped coupons every Sunday, sitting crosslegged in threadbare pajamas on the bare living room floor in the corner where the sun was certain to come in. Every penny counted.
JJ Thorpe
The car clipped the side of my bike. They say things like this feel like slow motion but let me tell you that this happened in the blink of an eye. I felt the impact and then the next thing i knew i was on my back on the road. I felt the pain searing through my body….i knew this was it.
The clipped tone in his voice was disconcerting. Micah blinked, taken aback, hurt, but more than anything he was… angry. This was bullshit, and it had gone on for too long. He took a moment to breath, gather his thoughts, then stared up at his– friend. Yes.
And shoved him roughly by the shoulders, sending him over the edge of the railing, hurtling towards the ground, scream caught in his throat, blue eyes shut tightly.
ruby red blood bubbles from his shoulders. tears stream down his face, disregard for whoever sees him in such a state. he doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care—
HE DOESN’T FUCKING CARE.
his wings oh god oh god his wings are clipped and broken and torn apart all because he gave his heart away to someone—
I think of a paper clip? Or those little paper.. Clipper.. Things, that have a black plastic tent and two metal prongs.. I’ve used those so many times on projects.. Not to mention I’ve stuck them on my lip, and fingers..
Meow
A poodle came in to get clipped. The owner insisted on one of those pom-pom cuts, but I talked her into something a little less embarrassing for poor Scarlett, a beautiful black standard poodle who really was too dignified for the little red bows her owner insisted on tying in her fur.
Lisa Klink
the paper clip, clips for hair and clips as in a way to hang on to people … being clipped – a good thing … clipped … i dont know what else to write ;) so im cracking awkward jokes
nida
They clipped her wings but in her heart she flew and there’s nothing they could do.
I reacted like a bird with a clipped wing–warbling, piteously, flopping about. He shrugged.
I quieted, and in my mind, I gave him a name.
And me. I gave myself a name, a new one. And in the shadowy, mildewy room, all was silence, for hours and hours and hours, but in my head: her name, her name, her name.
The young boy sat on the edge of the bathtub as the girl chatted away merrily in his ear. She took her kindergarten safety scissors and clipped, clipped, clipped away at his hair. Clumps of blonde fell to the floor, and still the girl continued to trim it away.
Kaylyn
Clips could be anything, paper clips, book clips, bulldog clips. Last week was teacher’s day. We were supposed to get either alcohol gel or bulldog clips for the teachers. I chose bulldog clips. Much easier to get. And so cheap too! They were a big hit at school, somehow,
I clipped your wings; I am sorry. I clipped your love; I am sorry.
I clipped my freedom to see you fly; but didn’t realize that kept both of us down.
as she clipped along the highway. thinking of nothing but getting away from the place she’d grown to loath. she began to sing. the song burst out of her with so much passion it brought tears to her listening mothers eyes.
he cut the newspaper article out last sunday, clipped the coupons in the shopping pages, and tried desperately to think of a way to organize his life like the neat piles of sorted coupons he was making.
The lawnmower started with a groan of rusted steel, and it produced a whirlwind of dried, brown, grass.
“How much will that be.”
“For you, fifty dollars.”
“How about forty nine.”
“…Sure.”
The man gave him forty eight dollars.
“Close enough.”
I have clipped my nails. I have clipped my hair. I have cliipped my dogs nails and I have clipped my daughters hair. I have heard of getting your tounge clipped. I could only imangine how painful that could be
The clips fell into the sink,
pieces of him he no longer needed.
And each one fell so easily,
so willingly.
Like dreams.
Clip my wings and bind me to my cage. I’ll snap through the bonds and squeeze through the bars like a fugitive, quiet as a mouse. Unclipped, released, slipping through the night… a spy in disguise. You’ll be clipped next.
so much has been taken away from us. information has been hidden, images have been altered. so much hidden by being clipped away.
Greek mothers and bored fathers sprawled all over the glass floors, my hair shrinking into my scalp as someone behind me creeps up like a bottle of pain killers. Kill my pain, I want to tell him, shake him until the white capsules tumble from his ears like marbles pressed against teeth by a slick tongue. Clipp me.
She heard the sound that brought her back to the days before society got the best of her. Clip, it went. Clip. Clip. Clip. As if a segment of life was being cut off. Clip.
A year from now, I will be cut out of this life, this town. Everything that stresses me out daily will be left for another generation, and I’ll move on to something else; I’ll move onto something better. But even that optimistic thought cannot help me now. I’m far down in the depths of melancholy, and no one is offering a hand.
IT IS A CLIP OF A CLIPPER WE LIKE IT A LOT OUT OF ANEWSPAPER OR A GARDENS LEAF IT IS BEAUTIFUL BUT MOST BEAUTIFUL IS THE CLIPPED HAIR OF MY DARLING ANGEL I LOVE HER SO CLIPPED FROM THE GRASP OF GOD DOWN TO MY LOVING ARMS
My nose was clipped. My wings sniffed the air. I felt the rain with my stomach, and satiation with my hands.
I clipped the articles out of the newspaper, it was now time to start my scrapbook of the Past four years of my life. I looked back on my time in this place, with these people. Everything seemed like such a waste, and so fake. I didn’t wanna remember my high school years as this. I wanted him outta my life. I wanted all of the fake bitches out of my life. I just wanted to be able to do me without all the shallow judgements. It’s my life, so let me live it my way, you all have your own lives to worry about. It gets old, but knowing that after this year I’ll be gone was good enough push for me to get through this one last year…
i clipped my hair because i was inspired by P!Nk’s FUCKING PERFECT video. The moment when the girl slit her wrists, but lived. Then chopped her hair off.
Well so did I
With both things.
Though the former was not due to the video.
wat am i going to do????????????????????
ohhhhh yeah.
now?????????
60 seconds?!?!?!?!?!??!!
ommmmggggggggggggg
om n nchdyhisdkjfr
ruyrry
hhfh
gfhggh
gf
gg
gf
fghgfhfghfghfghfghgfhfghrtydfgfgdhjgffgsdgsfg
dhgdh
fgjh
ryuyr
yyj
jhhj
gfh
g
htotiw swehg gfjgoirfgjiri uoettttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttrtnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnncxkj;dlslkrzethi witoir
wtyjyiteu
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u jryfjkhjok,h otkyoko tj rejkcdjfcjdxjhjmvk,gtk,gk,fgjjmdjmhdx
fjjfcjkfk,jhfcjkkldjksztguirwtjkusidxnjvhsidfuadfiaiofuafkjsdfkuhsdufhjsdhfusdyhfkdhsfjksdhyufsdijfisdufisdfsduf
clipped wings stop me from soaring and have me slinking through life.
The hair fell from her face. There were no words to describe how she felt. It wasn’t just a little trim. She was changing everything. Shear it off, hide everything by taking it all away, that mass of curtain-like hair. To disappear into the world of no recognition, to run away from all that was familiar and comfortable. Was it easy? No. Was it worth it? No fucking idea.
I clipped my nail a little too close. On accident? Not really. On purpose? I don’t know. But the pain felt good. Pain has become my best friend, it seems. always there to lend a hand, and even when it leaves, it leaves a mark, unlike many of my “friends.”
I breathe in
and you breathe out.
I breathe left
and you breathe right.
I forget to breathe
and you hold your breath
so we both pass out
at the same time,
and then we can be together
in another world
unlike this one.
And then sometime,
we’ll wake up and look
in the mirror
and we will see each other
staring back like a scissor
entering our eyelid
and we cry
because the pain
stabs at us,
so we breathe in and out
and in and out
until we stop breathing.
until we wake up again.
On the way by, the guy at the bar clipped my elbow. You know the way I mean. I didn’t exactly knock the air out of my sails, but it certainly brought his animosity across. I turned toward him, screwing up both my face and my courage to tear into him, when all of a sudden, Melinda stepped in front of me, holding up her well-manicured hand.
toenails lying across the bathroom floor
like decaying petals that fell from a tree
My clipped feathers have grown, now I am free.
Her lips were clipped with secret thoughts and clandestine words. How much of the present can she keep to herself, and for how long?
She clipped the scissors, her hands shaking as they hovered over her hair, around her people bustled and hustled for attention, but she ignored them, only focusing on her long blonde hair that would soon be floating the ground below her. She wondered if it was possible for hair to become human — no, of course not, but the affection she felt for her hair was ridiculous. Taking a deep breathe, she cut.
You were the love of my life. You were my everything. You were my present, my future, and my forever.
And now you’re gone.
You gave me no warning. Reminded me that very day how you would always be there.
And then you shredded the heart that I had happily handed to you. You clipped me out of your perfect little picture like I meant nothing.
If that is what this sick twisted world calls love, then please. I no longer want a part of it.
sex
and
peace tea
are both
soooo
wonderful
on a lonely night
but only one
wont hurt you
in the end
i clipped my toe nails today. and god will clip your wings tmw.
She clipped coupons every Sunday, sitting crosslegged in threadbare pajamas on the bare living room floor in the corner where the sun was certain to come in. Every penny counted.
The car clipped the side of my bike. They say things like this feel like slow motion but let me tell you that this happened in the blink of an eye. I felt the impact and then the next thing i knew i was on my back on the road. I felt the pain searing through my body….i knew this was it.
The clipped tone in his voice was disconcerting. Micah blinked, taken aback, hurt, but more than anything he was… angry. This was bullshit, and it had gone on for too long. He took a moment to breath, gather his thoughts, then stared up at his– friend. Yes.
And shoved him roughly by the shoulders, sending him over the edge of the railing, hurtling towards the ground, scream caught in his throat, blue eyes shut tightly.
And Micah smiled, for the first time in months.
ruby red blood bubbles from his shoulders. tears stream down his face, disregard for whoever sees him in such a state. he doesn’t care he doesn’t care he doesn’t care—
HE DOESN’T FUCKING CARE.
his wings oh god oh god his wings are clipped and broken and torn apart all because he gave his heart away to someone—
WHO WASN’T HER.
I’m clipped off from the real world. I don’t know whats going on anymore. Everything is so strange. I just don’t understand.
I think of a paper clip? Or those little paper.. Clipper.. Things, that have a black plastic tent and two metal prongs.. I’ve used those so many times on projects.. Not to mention I’ve stuck them on my lip, and fingers..
A poodle came in to get clipped. The owner insisted on one of those pom-pom cuts, but I talked her into something a little less embarrassing for poor Scarlett, a beautiful black standard poodle who really was too dignified for the little red bows her owner insisted on tying in her fur.
the paper clip, clips for hair and clips as in a way to hang on to people … being clipped – a good thing … clipped … i dont know what else to write ;) so im cracking awkward jokes
They clipped her wings but in her heart she flew and there’s nothing they could do.
No names, he said.
I reacted like a bird with a clipped wing–warbling, piteously, flopping about. He shrugged.
I quieted, and in my mind, I gave him a name.
And me. I gave myself a name, a new one. And in the shadowy, mildewy room, all was silence, for hours and hours and hours, but in my head: her name, her name, her name.
The young boy sat on the edge of the bathtub as the girl chatted away merrily in his ear. She took her kindergarten safety scissors and clipped, clipped, clipped away at his hair. Clumps of blonde fell to the floor, and still the girl continued to trim it away.
Clips could be anything, paper clips, book clips, bulldog clips. Last week was teacher’s day. We were supposed to get either alcohol gel or bulldog clips for the teachers. I chose bulldog clips. Much easier to get. And so cheap too! They were a big hit at school, somehow,