let’s couch that idea.
crouch here with me.
watch the quality of light change as the sun rises over the lake.
Carie
lazy Sunday.
let it all go after a long day.
sit right next to the perfect snuggle buddy.
where all coins, remotes and socks get lost forever.
it’s seen the good, and the bad (in me)
Maria
I think that my cat owns my couch since i haven’t stretched out on it for at least a year. I mean, why disturb the cat and he’ll just go and lie on the bed and I have to gently scoot him over to the side so I can lie down.
Cuddle up on the couch… cup of tea… a good book… rainy day… classical music… rest… light a candle… peace… lovely… aahhhh…
Michaels
The couch. It was odd, and not just in appearance. Things would get lost, go missing; never to be found again. Sure, sure things go missing in couches all the time, but this was different. This couch took more than just occasional coins and pens…
aneta
his head was couched by her bosom. Oh, what a delightful place to be, he thought. She thought, his stubble is scratching me and pushed him off her bounteous bounty. He lifted his head, looked longingly at the soft pillows on her chest that he was just cuddling a moment ago, got up and left.
The couch was dejected and alone. It sat on the curb with nowhere to go, no one to see, and no prospects for either in the near future. Passersby ignored it, it was simply part of the scenery just like the bums who begged cents off strangers to get by or just to get to the next bottle. The couch on the other hand just wanted to go home, or go to a home. It had a purpose in life and it wasn’t doing it!
i miss my Jakarta couch, which I got for 299 ’cause someone ordered it and never picked it up so there it was and i needed a big couch. Six Feet and some sort of coral color.
Phil
Comfy, big.. You sink down and begin to relax. Fluffy and soft.
comfy
brown
red
big
cushion
sit
lie
tv
vouch
button
natuzzi
yellow
brown
wood
living room
carpet
rachel
im sitting on a couch right now, waiting for something to bring me off the couch..while the couch is comfortable, after a while it tends to get old and you want something to bring you off of it. But if i were to be stuck anywhere, it would probably be on a couch
love
crying
crumbs
tv
cats
homework
sleep
sickness
Carolineshine13@gmail.com
one world and all we do is sit around mock eachother, ourselves , everyone, anyone. when you know what, all anyone seems to do these days is sit in their own pile of pity for theirself maybe for others…chances are its a fish eat fish world and were all on the edge just waiting till we all get smacked around put into this superficeal world and then expected to just cornform and mold into society. well where is the life in that. what is the big idea of having fullfilled the american dream when all we do is comlain about no food in the fridge, nothing to do, too many bills, too cold too hot outside, no hobbies, to awekward to get out there and meet people. what! why!? the purpose.
ill tell you one thing i do my best to keep myself in gear remind myself i have goals things i really want to be able to accomplish personal hobbies id like to master. other days…its like a whirlwind of hopelessness why fight the continuous flight of nevermore. no imagination leaves my fingertips. im stuck.
what is it that gets the idea to make one world whole when everyone is stuck like i am in their own bubble dug in their own endless pit. is it really that easy to think one world can work together. one world can be the one world in the universe that has substancial life support.
Ashly
My couch couldn’t be comfier. I hate vaccuming it after my dogs lay on it. But I love laying on it during cold weather. Just reading. Reading my favorite book of all time, Harry Potter. I love my couch. It just might be one of my best friends
Joann
I love my couch. It’s soft and comfortable. I love lying on it for hours while doing various tasks. It is the one furniture in the house that I spent the most time on. It’s almost my ‘bed’. Sometimes I even fall asleep on it and spent the whole night on it.
Abraham
I’m always alone on my couch. There’s never a boy there with me. Now don’t be dirty. I just want a guy to sit there with me and tell me I’m adorable.
My couch is really comfy…..I love to sleep on it but I hate when I have to vaccume it becaus of my dogs….hahhahahhahahhahahahahhahahahahahahaha I love my couch, it’s really awesome.
Sterphanie
Why did they faint every time? He placed her limp body on the couch. Her head fell to the side revealing a long slender neck. The vein pulsing rhythmically, sounded like a drum beat to his ears. His fangs snapped down. He turned away, beads of sweat formed on his brow. I must resist, this one is different.
Helen
Ahh my comfy couch. That thing is my best friends. There are times when I just want to stock up on food and see how long I can spend on that thing. Set it up like a boat in the ocean and sail on it for days and days.
Imogen
Soft fluffy. I sat on the edge and fell back against the soft fluffy cushions. Oh how wonderful they feel. I could just fal asleep but wait here come the pup at rocket speed zoom zoom zoom look out here she comes they is no safe place now she runs and jumps using the couch as a spring board. Oh how I wish she would just lay down on the corner of the couch and just look out the wi Dow. Wait here comes another dog bark bark bark. Woof woof woof. All I want is a moment of quiet. Wait she is laying down like an angel now. Oh what a good dog you are
Noodles1997
I sat on the couch, and waited eagerly for the news. What was to become of me? While one path lay straight on one side, the other path laid on the left side. There were to options, so which one could I go with? Was I pregnant? Did I have some type of disease? What was to become of me? All the answers lie in the hands of the doctor, who came bursting through the swing doors. “Your pregnant.” He whispered, a smile lingering on his lips. “Congratulations.”
She sat on the couch, watching the little boy sleep peacefully. He didn’t know that their parents had just been shot. He didn’t know that they were virtually homeless. All he knew was that in his dream, the sun shined brightly onto his sister’s face as she played in the sand.
Liz S
I could use a warm relaxing sit on a couch right now; One whole day of doing nothing would be very nice…
I sit on you in silence. Dreading the noise coming from the other rooms. I watch the box presently in front of you but it is on mute. I can’t describe how much you have comforted me through these years. You are my friend.
Hannah Fleming
and he is sitting so close,
almost shoulder to shoulder,
his hand resting lightly on one knee
drumming
drumming
drumming
and that smile
that lights up the room
(still drumming
drumming
drumming)
and i am looking at him,
trying to memorize every detail and line of his face
every spark in his eyes,
wishing i was allowed
to reach across the green-cushioned couch
and take those tapping fingers
in mine.
featherb
I like to sit on my couch. I do it often. Alone. It’s a part of my family. It watches tv with me and reads with me and loves me. I had my first on this couch. And my last. At once. I think I’ll take a nap now. Goodnight.
its comfy, its good to lie on and its a good place to watch a scary movie
One can sit on a couch and just be, without thoughts, or worries or hardship
Amy
He sat there with this feet up on the couch. Mud was slowly rubbing on the blue fabric. I knew my mother wouldn’t like this, but she wouldn’t like the fact that this boy was unbuttoning my blouse either. I closed my eyes and breathed in his smell.
Hayley
i lay on mi couch, relax, and enjoy the time i spend in there, also like to see tv while drinking soda on it, my couch is speciall, i love it so much, cant live without it.
Archdome
i enjoy sitting on it, i like sitting on it with other. i like to watch tv on it or eve nap. its comfort for my butt. i can sit upside down. it makes ma happy fuck your couch. my couch is green and white more like a pale white and its from the 70s and i have a couch with a bed in it i think thats called a futon people sleep on it when they come over. hmm couchs are pretty cool some round, squares and ovals
jamie
We often associate this word with laziness. But what about the work that went into making the couch? Perhaps we should focus less on the negative aspects of objects, but instead focus on the beautiful positive details that life has to offer.
Couches. something we use in everyday life—for lounging, sleeping, maybe even eating. Without these amazing contraptions, we would be lost, now wouldn’t we.
Kristen Pace
The couch was almost impossible to find, hidden beneath bright, frayed blankets and an enormously fat cat. The cat woke up and snarled, swishing it’s tail as he sat on one side, sagging the cushions uncomfortably. He scooted as far away from the tomcat as the couch would allow.
Cowch, just kidding conch. It doesn’t matter what the ‘word’ is even though i am sitting on my couch, which i love. Couch is love? Yes love is couch. Thus experiencing sitting, you become reborn.
I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT A DAMN COUCH.
I wish I had one in my dorm room…
Fluffy.
Like a goat.
Fluffy goat…hmmm….
Leather couch.
Snazzy.
Like this piano music.
Mmmmm iced coffe would be nice right about now…
i use it all the time
my best friend
i relax in it while watching tv or watching a moviee
thank God it can’t actually talk
faithful friend :)
Paola
The couch. That’s where it all happened. It was the comfiest place in the world too. But every time she looked at that couch, it all came back to her so fast, it was impossible to forget. That damn blue couch. She hated it. It was all in the past…or was it?
let’s couch that idea.
crouch here with me.
watch the quality of light change as the sun rises over the lake.
lazy Sunday.
let it all go after a long day.
sit right next to the perfect snuggle buddy.
where all coins, remotes and socks get lost forever.
it’s seen the good, and the bad (in me)
I think that my cat owns my couch since i haven’t stretched out on it for at least a year. I mean, why disturb the cat and he’ll just go and lie on the bed and I have to gently scoot him over to the side so I can lie down.
Cuddle up on the couch… cup of tea… a good book… rainy day… classical music… rest… light a candle… peace… lovely… aahhhh…
The couch. It was odd, and not just in appearance. Things would get lost, go missing; never to be found again. Sure, sure things go missing in couches all the time, but this was different. This couch took more than just occasional coins and pens…
his head was couched by her bosom. Oh, what a delightful place to be, he thought. She thought, his stubble is scratching me and pushed him off her bounteous bounty. He lifted his head, looked longingly at the soft pillows on her chest that he was just cuddling a moment ago, got up and left.
laying
movies
popcorn
cuddle
family
living room
dogs
tv
air conditioner
blankets
dogs
dinner
laying
The couch was dejected and alone. It sat on the curb with nowhere to go, no one to see, and no prospects for either in the near future. Passersby ignored it, it was simply part of the scenery just like the bums who begged cents off strangers to get by or just to get to the next bottle. The couch on the other hand just wanted to go home, or go to a home. It had a purpose in life and it wasn’t doing it!
i miss my Jakarta couch, which I got for 299 ’cause someone ordered it and never picked it up so there it was and i needed a big couch. Six Feet and some sort of coral color.
Comfy, big.. You sink down and begin to relax. Fluffy and soft.
i love reading on the bed/couch and on our expensive leather couch! i love it because it’s soft!!!
comfy
brown
red
big
cushion
sit
lie
tv
vouch
button
natuzzi
yellow
brown
wood
living room
carpet
im sitting on a couch right now, waiting for something to bring me off the couch..while the couch is comfortable, after a while it tends to get old and you want something to bring you off of it. But if i were to be stuck anywhere, it would probably be on a couch
love
crying
crumbs
tv
cats
homework
sleep
sickness
one world and all we do is sit around mock eachother, ourselves , everyone, anyone. when you know what, all anyone seems to do these days is sit in their own pile of pity for theirself maybe for others…chances are its a fish eat fish world and were all on the edge just waiting till we all get smacked around put into this superficeal world and then expected to just cornform and mold into society. well where is the life in that. what is the big idea of having fullfilled the american dream when all we do is comlain about no food in the fridge, nothing to do, too many bills, too cold too hot outside, no hobbies, to awekward to get out there and meet people. what! why!? the purpose.
ill tell you one thing i do my best to keep myself in gear remind myself i have goals things i really want to be able to accomplish personal hobbies id like to master. other days…its like a whirlwind of hopelessness why fight the continuous flight of nevermore. no imagination leaves my fingertips. im stuck.
what is it that gets the idea to make one world whole when everyone is stuck like i am in their own bubble dug in their own endless pit. is it really that easy to think one world can work together. one world can be the one world in the universe that has substancial life support.
My couch couldn’t be comfier. I hate vaccuming it after my dogs lay on it. But I love laying on it during cold weather. Just reading. Reading my favorite book of all time, Harry Potter. I love my couch. It just might be one of my best friends
I love my couch. It’s soft and comfortable. I love lying on it for hours while doing various tasks. It is the one furniture in the house that I spent the most time on. It’s almost my ‘bed’. Sometimes I even fall asleep on it and spent the whole night on it.
I’m always alone on my couch. There’s never a boy there with me. Now don’t be dirty. I just want a guy to sit there with me and tell me I’m adorable.
My couch is really comfy…..I love to sleep on it but I hate when I have to vaccume it becaus of my dogs….hahhahahhahahhahahahahhahahahahahahaha I love my couch, it’s really awesome.
Why did they faint every time? He placed her limp body on the couch. Her head fell to the side revealing a long slender neck. The vein pulsing rhythmically, sounded like a drum beat to his ears. His fangs snapped down. He turned away, beads of sweat formed on his brow. I must resist, this one is different.
Ahh my comfy couch. That thing is my best friends. There are times when I just want to stock up on food and see how long I can spend on that thing. Set it up like a boat in the ocean and sail on it for days and days.
Soft fluffy. I sat on the edge and fell back against the soft fluffy cushions. Oh how wonderful they feel. I could just fal asleep but wait here come the pup at rocket speed zoom zoom zoom look out here she comes they is no safe place now she runs and jumps using the couch as a spring board. Oh how I wish she would just lay down on the corner of the couch and just look out the wi Dow. Wait here comes another dog bark bark bark. Woof woof woof. All I want is a moment of quiet. Wait she is laying down like an angel now. Oh what a good dog you are
I sat on the couch, and waited eagerly for the news. What was to become of me? While one path lay straight on one side, the other path laid on the left side. There were to options, so which one could I go with? Was I pregnant? Did I have some type of disease? What was to become of me? All the answers lie in the hands of the doctor, who came bursting through the swing doors. “Your pregnant.” He whispered, a smile lingering on his lips. “Congratulations.”
Sit and decay. Fabric patterns linger onto flesh, the scent of unknown things imbedded deep inside. Hair sticks to surface.
She sat on the couch, watching the little boy sleep peacefully. He didn’t know that their parents had just been shot. He didn’t know that they were virtually homeless. All he knew was that in his dream, the sun shined brightly onto his sister’s face as she played in the sand.
I could use a warm relaxing sit on a couch right now; One whole day of doing nothing would be very nice…
I sit on you in silence. Dreading the noise coming from the other rooms. I watch the box presently in front of you but it is on mute. I can’t describe how much you have comforted me through these years. You are my friend.
and he is sitting so close,
almost shoulder to shoulder,
his hand resting lightly on one knee
drumming
drumming
drumming
and that smile
that lights up the room
(still drumming
drumming
drumming)
and i am looking at him,
trying to memorize every detail and line of his face
every spark in his eyes,
wishing i was allowed
to reach across the green-cushioned couch
and take those tapping fingers
in mine.
I like to sit on my couch. I do it often. Alone. It’s a part of my family. It watches tv with me and reads with me and loves me. I had my first on this couch. And my last. At once. I think I’ll take a nap now. Goodnight.
its comfy, its good to lie on and its a good place to watch a scary movie
One can sit on a couch and just be, without thoughts, or worries or hardship
He sat there with this feet up on the couch. Mud was slowly rubbing on the blue fabric. I knew my mother wouldn’t like this, but she wouldn’t like the fact that this boy was unbuttoning my blouse either. I closed my eyes and breathed in his smell.
i lay on mi couch, relax, and enjoy the time i spend in there, also like to see tv while drinking soda on it, my couch is speciall, i love it so much, cant live without it.
i enjoy sitting on it, i like sitting on it with other. i like to watch tv on it or eve nap. its comfort for my butt. i can sit upside down. it makes ma happy fuck your couch. my couch is green and white more like a pale white and its from the 70s and i have a couch with a bed in it i think thats called a futon people sleep on it when they come over. hmm couchs are pretty cool some round, squares and ovals
We often associate this word with laziness. But what about the work that went into making the couch? Perhaps we should focus less on the negative aspects of objects, but instead focus on the beautiful positive details that life has to offer.
Couches. something we use in everyday life—for lounging, sleeping, maybe even eating. Without these amazing contraptions, we would be lost, now wouldn’t we.
The couch was almost impossible to find, hidden beneath bright, frayed blankets and an enormously fat cat. The cat woke up and snarled, swishing it’s tail as he sat on one side, sagging the cushions uncomfortably. He scooted as far away from the tomcat as the couch would allow.
Cowch, just kidding conch. It doesn’t matter what the ‘word’ is even though i am sitting on my couch, which i love. Couch is love? Yes love is couch. Thus experiencing sitting, you become reborn.
I ALREADY WROTE ABOUT A DAMN COUCH.
I wish I had one in my dorm room…
Fluffy.
Like a goat.
Fluffy goat…hmmm….
Leather couch.
Snazzy.
Like this piano music.
Mmmmm iced coffe would be nice right about now…
i use it all the time
my best friend
i relax in it while watching tv or watching a moviee
thank God it can’t actually talk
faithful friend :)
The couch. That’s where it all happened. It was the comfiest place in the world too. But every time she looked at that couch, it all came back to her so fast, it was impossible to forget. That damn blue couch. She hated it. It was all in the past…or was it?