He smiled and tossed in the next piece of his old friend. One body part after the other. Arm. Leg. Ear. Each tooth individually. Each piece went into the pit. Nothing would be left of him in the swamp by the time people could find it.
Decomposition can mean many things, but seeing I only have sixty seconds, I will write one. Decomposition is a word to describe the undead, walking the streets and looking for living flesh, for their own has already rotted.
His thoughts had become a compost heap. He kept piling the remains of the unwanted rotting and spoiled in hopes that would produce some sort of fertile ground for the moments to come. He was hoping for hopes sake.
ShawnShrike
Creating oneself isn’t a matter of acquiring personality traits. It’s the process in which you decompose yourself and let go of all the baggage from the past.
Anonymous
The body would decompose in a matter of minutes before anyone would be able to find it. That’s what he had said–that’s what she had believed. Of course, Jameson didn’t believe in either of them, but he had very little choice in the matter. The Stone was for them and not him and the magic within it was much different from the magic that he was used to. It seemed implausible and yet–well, at that point he scarcely believed that anything could ever surprise him again.
JadeMace
All of my failures decompose my mind, body, and spirit. I am not what I once was, but I have never been what I wanted to be. I continue to decline into what I am not sure.
The body had actually begun to decompose. Who among the wedding guest would have imagined such a fate . just 5 days before the bridegroom had enjoyed this first dance with his beautiful bride.
Decompose. Take away the composition, take away the
composure. Sort of like decompensate. When we compensate for
whatever shit is going on, we are functional. When we decompensate,
we lose our shit.
Lisa
compose…delight the antonyms and psuedonyms we give ourselves which are just a distraction from death. posing. Being other. Living without a though for dying, or decaying, or delicious possibilities that don’t end. Ending. De-mystifying the end. Seconds, passing. Almost done now. Decomposed.
Hugo
It sat decomposing under a tree. What was it’s previous life? Another tree? An animal of some sort. *shakes head* It doesn’t matter. It has found new life now as the mycelium push through it, soaking up the nutrients and a little delicious mushroom pops up.
Without you, I would be in a very different place. Years of bruises and beatings had pushed my panicking heart into a box of insecurity and fear. Fed by a poison of feeling unloved and worthless, it slowly began to decompose. It was probably that cancerous cocktail that drove me to crave submission in the first place. If someone’s taking the time to micromanage your behavior, they must care at least a little bit.
Lies seeping into every crevice, my love would have started to rot. Turned inward, getting sicker, until the drugs or the promiscuity caught up with me.
Except you came. You coaxed me out of my death-box, and time and time again you proved you wouldn’t fail. You loved me. You draped your own cloak over me and called me ‘daughter’. I follow you not out of fear, but out of trust, and the pure, clean love of a redeemed heart.
when something has reached its end it will dwindle away and go into a dying state. everything decomposes. humans, animals, food, paper, it all goes through the same process it tends to make me think if we are all made of the same thing to eventually decompose together
ash
That’s what I feel like my brain is doing. Sitting in a constant state of disuse. It’s simply decomposing into nothingness. Never
decomposing pumpkin on the porch, flabbergasted black cats slinking beneath the car, throwing shadows on the leaves of candy wrappers dusting about the rainwet cobblestones. trick or treat, ghosts in sheets and face melted monster masks.
decomposing dreams. lost in my own little world. slowing drowning in the darkness of my thoughts. grey night set me free.
staceys
As I stood there with fright in my eyes, my face pale, eyes glazed, and my stomach being tied in knots, I was shocked. It was in a dark alley, on both sides of Apple and Pennsylvania street. Unknowing of who this man was, I stood, frightened, watching the body of what it looked to be a 40 something of man’s body lay still, left there to rot and decompose, blank.
Hanna
The forest was dead, long live the mushrooms.
Civilization was dead, long live the insects.
The city, the trains, the park, all one dessicated corpse, a feast for fungi.
Peter Wester
die rot sweet bugs soften stiffen chemical reaction process flies odor fertilize
Tatjana Rose
How could anyone have known? The breakdown of the whole plan was so unexpected. Everything would have been fine if not for the way things decomposed.
the trash was piling up and thefamily comepletely ignored it. they kept thinking that it would just wither away to nothing eventually and wouldnt be their problemaymore. but the were very wrong.most things take years to decompose
monika
I remember feeling my body decompose
although it was reproducing new cells each second
It wasn’t until yesterday I realized
it wasn’t me that was wasting away
but you
Sarah
I watched Bones eagerly, and I loved the decomposed bodies and the skeletons and skulls and everything. Emily Deschanel who portrays Dr. Temperance Brennan reminds me of one of my best friends. The friend that no matter what happens, I will always love her like a shining star.
the slow decay of all life comes to an end with the production of decomposers, mushrooms maggots etc that grow from your rotting corpse. you are not special, only organic matter to be recycled.
Erik Murray
Decomposers take nutrients from dead organisms and break them down and replace them into the soil. Snails, mushrooms etc.. Are all examples of decomposes.
I am 13
Hunter darr
The same word. over and over again. Decompose. what did it mean. was this a test. where they trying to pluck out the murderers from the normal internet surfers. perhaps this was another government plot. forget listening to our phone conversations, talk is talk, get in to their minds and you have everything you could ever need.
He though he had looked everywhere. He was suppose to be house sitting for a neighbore which really just ment feed the cat and water the plantes but the plant was a decomposed pile of dirt and the cat was nowhere to be found.
The world around Alyssa was collapsing around her as she ran through the city with nothing on but her pajamas she had worn many nights before it all started. She was scared as she was being chased by decomposing bodies; bodies that were alive, but dead. She was scared to death, just not as dead as they were. Turning the block, she ran into another herd of them. She screamed and ran a different direction. She was almost gone. Alyssa was winning the race for her life.
But then, there were more of them after she turned the corner again. She was surrounded. There was absolutely no way she was getting out of this. Alive.
Kara
I sat staring at the ground wondering what and when. Then I sat staring into space. And then I sat staring, but this time I was wondering. How was it that something living can decompose so clearly from standint to sitting From happiness to the void of never ending decomposintion.
It’s always scared me. We’re all going to decompose one day. The whole earth is going to decompose. This causes people to want to be “remebered” and to try to “leave their mark on the world”. I think you should just live life. Don’t try to hard to live past your death because you can’t stop yourself from decomposing. No matter what your legacy will decompose too.
One thing she thought strange about the photos was that the very oldest ones looked newest, as if they had been reprinted. She knew that photos could fade and decompose when exposed to sunlight, but this was different, the transition from old to new was too sudden, too clear. Some of the oldest photos, she concluded, had been added afterwards.
tonykeyesjapan
We had hoped that none of the wood would actually decompose.
As I fell into the pit I knew I wouldn’t miss it. I wouldn’t miss the sun and it’s light. I wouldn’t miss the time and its plight. I wouldn’t even miss you and the love which let me get this far. I was complete in peace and I needed nothing more than to drift into darkness. Let me fall…
She walked futher and futher into the woods. Fungi everywhere she saw through their innocence and beauty and saw the truth the defiling little bastards, killing everything, decomposing their host. Most painted them in a different light, helping the eco system, being a fertilzer, she stopped herself she knew what she- no they were she new they were nothing more then a paracite.
Olivia
The smell was in the room, faint, yet there. The bodies had been moved after rigor mortis finished setting, leaving it with the smell of death and vanilla.
Breaking down. Dead. I’m think about dead animals and vultures feeding on them. This is a depressing word. Why didn’t I get a nicer or happier word? I am unhappy with this! I’ll make it positive. Decompose the negative.
He smiled and tossed in the next piece of his old friend. One body part after the other. Arm. Leg. Ear. Each tooth individually. Each piece went into the pit. Nothing would be left of him in the swamp by the time people could find it.
Decomposition can mean many things, but seeing I only have sixty seconds, I will write one. Decomposition is a word to describe the undead, walking the streets and looking for living flesh, for their own has already rotted.
His thoughts had become a compost heap. He kept piling the remains of the unwanted rotting and spoiled in hopes that would produce some sort of fertile ground for the moments to come. He was hoping for hopes sake.
Creating oneself isn’t a matter of acquiring personality traits. It’s the process in which you decompose yourself and let go of all the baggage from the past.
The body would decompose in a matter of minutes before anyone would be able to find it. That’s what he had said–that’s what she had believed. Of course, Jameson didn’t believe in either of them, but he had very little choice in the matter. The Stone was for them and not him and the magic within it was much different from the magic that he was used to. It seemed implausible and yet–well, at that point he scarcely believed that anything could ever surprise him again.
All of my failures decompose my mind, body, and spirit. I am not what I once was, but I have never been what I wanted to be. I continue to decline into what I am not sure.
The body had actually begun to decompose. Who among the wedding guest would have imagined such a fate . just 5 days before the bridegroom had enjoyed this first dance with his beautiful bride.
Decompose. Take away the composition, take away the
composure. Sort of like decompensate. When we compensate for
whatever shit is going on, we are functional. When we decompensate,
we lose our shit.
compose…delight the antonyms and psuedonyms we give ourselves which are just a distraction from death. posing. Being other. Living without a though for dying, or decaying, or delicious possibilities that don’t end. Ending. De-mystifying the end. Seconds, passing. Almost done now. Decomposed.
It sat decomposing under a tree. What was it’s previous life? Another tree? An animal of some sort. *shakes head* It doesn’t matter. It has found new life now as the mycelium push through it, soaking up the nutrients and a little delicious mushroom pops up.
Without you, I would be in a very different place. Years of bruises and beatings had pushed my panicking heart into a box of insecurity and fear. Fed by a poison of feeling unloved and worthless, it slowly began to decompose. It was probably that cancerous cocktail that drove me to crave submission in the first place. If someone’s taking the time to micromanage your behavior, they must care at least a little bit.
Lies seeping into every crevice, my love would have started to rot. Turned inward, getting sicker, until the drugs or the promiscuity caught up with me.
Except you came. You coaxed me out of my death-box, and time and time again you proved you wouldn’t fail. You loved me. You draped your own cloak over me and called me ‘daughter’. I follow you not out of fear, but out of trust, and the pure, clean love of a redeemed heart.
when something has reached its end it will dwindle away and go into a dying state. everything decomposes. humans, animals, food, paper, it all goes through the same process it tends to make me think if we are all made of the same thing to eventually decompose together
That’s what I feel like my brain is doing. Sitting in a constant state of disuse. It’s simply decomposing into nothingness. Never
decomposing pumpkin on the porch, flabbergasted black cats slinking beneath the car, throwing shadows on the leaves of candy wrappers dusting about the rainwet cobblestones. trick or treat, ghosts in sheets and face melted monster masks.
What do Composers (Bach, Mozart) do when they die?
They decompose.
decomposing dreams. lost in my own little world. slowing drowning in the darkness of my thoughts. grey night set me free.
As I stood there with fright in my eyes, my face pale, eyes glazed, and my stomach being tied in knots, I was shocked. It was in a dark alley, on both sides of Apple and Pennsylvania street. Unknowing of who this man was, I stood, frightened, watching the body of what it looked to be a 40 something of man’s body lay still, left there to rot and decompose, blank.
The forest was dead, long live the mushrooms.
Civilization was dead, long live the insects.
The city, the trains, the park, all one dessicated corpse, a feast for fungi.
die rot sweet bugs soften stiffen chemical reaction process flies odor fertilize
How could anyone have known? The breakdown of the whole plan was so unexpected. Everything would have been fine if not for the way things decomposed.
the trash was piling up and thefamily comepletely ignored it. they kept thinking that it would just wither away to nothing eventually and wouldnt be their problemaymore. but the were very wrong.most things take years to decompose
I remember feeling my body decompose
although it was reproducing new cells each second
It wasn’t until yesterday I realized
it wasn’t me that was wasting away
but you
I watched Bones eagerly, and I loved the decomposed bodies and the skeletons and skulls and everything. Emily Deschanel who portrays Dr. Temperance Brennan reminds me of one of my best friends. The friend that no matter what happens, I will always love her like a shining star.
To decompose
Is thought to mean break apart
Or degrade something
Until it is unrecognizable
But in it’s simplest form
It means to undo
To wash away what was once there
So that something new may grow
And on that thought
I think it’s time
For myself to
Decompose
When things like fruits and vegetables rot.
the slow decay of all life comes to an end with the production of decomposers, mushrooms maggots etc that grow from your rotting corpse. you are not special, only organic matter to be recycled.
Decomposers take nutrients from dead organisms and break them down and replace them into the soil. Snails, mushrooms etc.. Are all examples of decomposes.
I am 13
The same word. over and over again. Decompose. what did it mean. was this a test. where they trying to pluck out the murderers from the normal internet surfers. perhaps this was another government plot. forget listening to our phone conversations, talk is talk, get in to their minds and you have everything you could ever need.
He though he had looked everywhere. He was suppose to be house sitting for a neighbore which really just ment feed the cat and water the plantes but the plant was a decomposed pile of dirt and the cat was nowhere to be found.
I wonder when. I wonder when, the song of life constantly ringing and singing, gets torn apart and thrown into the void of decompostion
The world around Alyssa was collapsing around her as she ran through the city with nothing on but her pajamas she had worn many nights before it all started. She was scared as she was being chased by decomposing bodies; bodies that were alive, but dead. She was scared to death, just not as dead as they were. Turning the block, she ran into another herd of them. She screamed and ran a different direction. She was almost gone. Alyssa was winning the race for her life.
But then, there were more of them after she turned the corner again. She was surrounded. There was absolutely no way she was getting out of this. Alive.
I sat staring at the ground wondering what and when. Then I sat staring into space. And then I sat staring, but this time I was wondering. How was it that something living can decompose so clearly from standint to sitting From happiness to the void of never ending decomposintion.
It’s always scared me. We’re all going to decompose one day. The whole earth is going to decompose. This causes people to want to be “remebered” and to try to “leave their mark on the world”. I think you should just live life. Don’t try to hard to live past your death because you can’t stop yourself from decomposing. No matter what your legacy will decompose too.
Ashes to ashes/dust to dust.
One thing she thought strange about the photos was that the very oldest ones looked newest, as if they had been reprinted. She knew that photos could fade and decompose when exposed to sunlight, but this was different, the transition from old to new was too sudden, too clear. Some of the oldest photos, she concluded, had been added afterwards.
We had hoped that none of the wood would actually decompose.
As I fell into the pit I knew I wouldn’t miss it. I wouldn’t miss the sun and it’s light. I wouldn’t miss the time and its plight. I wouldn’t even miss you and the love which let me get this far. I was complete in peace and I needed nothing more than to drift into darkness. Let me fall…
She walked futher and futher into the woods. Fungi everywhere she saw through their innocence and beauty and saw the truth the defiling little bastards, killing everything, decomposing their host. Most painted them in a different light, helping the eco system, being a fertilzer, she stopped herself she knew what she- no they were she new they were nothing more then a paracite.
The smell was in the room, faint, yet there. The bodies had been moved after rigor mortis finished setting, leaving it with the smell of death and vanilla.
Breaking down. Dead. I’m think about dead animals and vultures feeding on them. This is a depressing word. Why didn’t I get a nicer or happier word? I am unhappy with this! I’ll make it positive. Decompose the negative.