wooden decorations are dear to my heart. too bad wood breaks easily, and glue never works. broken decorations covered in uselesss glue now lie in the attic and new decorations decoarte the house.
the decorations on the christmas tree always make me happy. we used to put them up together as a family. old wooden ones. the wooden ones are broken now. and so is my family. the glue couldnt hold anything together. id give so much to go back to one christmas and put up those wooden decorations as a family again. too bad they’re all in the bin.
Claire O
It was a lovely day with a beautiful sunrise. I knew it was time to start painting the house because if I didn’t, my MOTHER would be decorating it. That was not an option.
Charity
Lot of things in life come decorated, hiding certain plain and unpalatable truths. Life is much better that way.
sankar
I decorated my room today, or at least I tried. It was difficult fitting all the furniture together in my room, because it’s so small. So what is a man to do? Should I knock my roommates wall in to fit more? The answer is yes.
Man he is going to be very pissed off when he finds out he has a new walk in closet, that he didn’t have before.
I once decorated a house. It was a rather small house actually. A tiny little yellow house with white painted windows. Isn’t that strange? Strange windows. Strange indeed. I wanted to look though them. But I couldn’t.
Frida Petrine
i decorated my life with assortments. with accolades, with toys, with prismatic colours.
but what’s the point of a pretty room without friends?
i’d rather go outside.
guoshe
She decorated the unicorns bridle with a single red rose. She was alone in the world now, except for him–her trusty steed and only companion.
I’ve decorated my Web sites over and over. Unfortunately, I keep seeing other sites with better decorations – so I decorate again.
John
I decorated my soul with lemon drops and flower petals. My life has been a secret ever since the beginning of time, but now it’s more alive than it has ever been. I have decorated my life, and am so thankful for the beauty this life has given me.
Kassie
I put my underwear on, my bra. Lacey and intricate. My dress with black ribbons and cutouts. My lipstick, my hairpins. My eyeshadow, my shoes. I am decorated for the evening.
She sat in the corner of the ballroom, decorated like a Christmas tree to be displayed. Just like the tree people “ooh” and “ahh” at her striking beauty. That’s all she was to these people, an inanimate object used to bring ambiance. But she was far more than that to him, and his attention is what she truly craved.
Lauren Michelle
I decorated the room today. I knew it was pointless. The baby would never see it, but I decorated it just the same. If I couldn’t have my baby, at least I could have the room I’d always dreamed my baby would have.
Jenny
There wasn’t much time, she thought, as she decorated the ceiling fan with whisps of light pink ribbon. The Wilkins’s were going to be here soon and they would be horrified to see that she hadn’t done what they’d expected her to do for their daughter ….
Christmas garlands airplanes from the arch Scarlet and Rhett from the mantel shiny clean happy good memories smile a lifetime in trivia open arms/ home visiting my self memories love connections best foot forward …a minute is a long time with writer’s block
Decorated cakes. Sesame Street cake violets dropped in the path at
Gramma’s
Iwrite
decorate your thought with pleasantries and peace of mind to the ones who you don’t mind bullshitting because at the end of the day you’re either who you say, or you’re forced to go astray from your predictated words and its only you, you burn. So say what you mean and do what you say.
I decorated the wedding cake worried that time would fail me and in turn I would fail Tina. Perhaps this was my subconscious. That’s why I had only just started making the cake, I loved Tina’s fiance, Jake.
boonanipoo
plesent to the eye and enchanting, It makes the things presentable
Ramar
She decorated their house in the Hamptons with the best Ralph Lauren had to offer. It did not hide the tracks of her tears
Every year we used to decorate the Christmas tree–me, my siblings, my parents… The whole family. We also used to uphold the belief in Santa Claus. At least, my parents and older brother and sister used to play along when I still believed in him. After some years, we stopped decorating the tree and left the work to the maids. After some years, I stopped believing in Santa Claus not because someone told me or because I witnessed the shocking scene of my parents putting the presents under the tree, but because I simply stopped believing–I grew up.
the walls were beautifuly decorated and yet no one noticed.
pooja
The house is decorated. Filled with huge red bows with long golden bells. The stairs are lined with beautiful Christmas lights and the long table is filled with food. But there’s no one to celebrate with.
Life is decoration. Everything around us is decorated. The color of the ocean. The wind in the trees. The smell of the flowers. The feeling in our hearts.
Alex
You have not won.
I have told this before the morning sun
I decorated you weakness
but it never did hide it well.
Aaron
The decorated veteran stood proudly as the parade passed him by. The only thought that kept disturbing this memorable moment was the comrade he left behind as the enemy was pressing inward towards their hometown.
The newly-decorated apartment shone with vivid reds and golds. It was Shoshana’s first, and she would live here alone. Others of her Family had tried before her, but Father always brought them home. She was different. Her mile-wide streak of independence had served her well and promised to do so again. “I will make it,” she announced as she removed her wimple for the last time. “And no one is going to stop me.”
Izolda
I decorated her body with my own bodily fluids…..it was awesome
John C
Paul’s jacket was decorated with honor medals and pins–mostly gold, with a few splashes of silver laid in between. As he was removing them carefully, one by one, the sharp end of one pin stuck painfully in his thumb. Licking the tiny, ragged cut, he was surprised at how much blood he tasted.
He decorated my life. The prom king, the football player, the boy everyone wanted. He molded me into the perfect girlfriend, the cheerleader type girl that trailed behind him like a puppy. He decorated my life, organized my memories, put useless people in boxes and shipped them off, never to be remembered again. He controlled me, Mr. Popular had a tight grip on my life and I would never get it back. He ran a tight ship. Never would I be free. Never would I be what I want, never get what I WANT. NEVER. The football star had me wrapped around his finger. SMACK. POW. SLAP. And there he goes again. Hit me baby one more time.
Leslie
silk flowers and dried flowers, ribbons and bows decorated the small bedroom. most were old, gathering dust, but the occupant didn’t see them that way. to her they were fresh, new, jue the memories they brought to mind. happiness of days long past. happiness that was false. she knew that. but chose to ignore the truth. a false memory of happiness was better than none at all. when thoughts were the only companions, what did it matter whether the thoughts were true memories or daydreams so long held that they seemed to be memories.
tea703
I walked into the room, frames and photographs
Leslie
one time i decorated my living room. actually no my parents decorated it and when they were done i was mad because they got rid of our great couch. the corner seat was the best of all time. now our couch is shit
yeah that is all i have to say about that
bob
i decorated the tree in as many honors as i could afford. but the cat walked in front of my arm and stopped me from doing so. but she so creatively told me that designing such trees took much responsibility and hard work.
decorated the tree. why? because it was tradition. why? because it’s a holiday. why? why not. why? because it was the only thing that made her happy.
Jamie Richardson
The decorated faces were peering at me from all sides. Laughing, giggling, sneering. I felt my palms sweating. The shadow of a hand slipped into mine, but when I squeezed, it was gone.
During the late winter Mother gave me a beautiful vase decorated with golden painted flowers. That particular day was quite dark, the sky being encrusted in cloud, the sun finnaly asleep. I forgot that i had the dentist that day as i had quite a painful wisdom tooth.
wooden decorations are dear to my heart. too bad wood breaks easily, and glue never works. broken decorations covered in uselesss glue now lie in the attic and new decorations decoarte the house.
Medals and ribbons decorated the left side of his chest as though his heart had burst, disgorging coloured flags and confetti.
the decorations on the christmas tree always make me happy. we used to put them up together as a family. old wooden ones. the wooden ones are broken now. and so is my family. the glue couldnt hold anything together. id give so much to go back to one christmas and put up those wooden decorations as a family again. too bad they’re all in the bin.
It was a lovely day with a beautiful sunrise. I knew it was time to start painting the house because if I didn’t, my MOTHER would be decorating it. That was not an option.
Lot of things in life come decorated, hiding certain plain and unpalatable truths. Life is much better that way.
I decorated my room today, or at least I tried. It was difficult fitting all the furniture together in my room, because it’s so small. So what is a man to do? Should I knock my roommates wall in to fit more? The answer is yes.
Man he is going to be very pissed off when he finds out he has a new walk in closet, that he didn’t have before.
beauty
friendship
relationships
unnecessary – while necessary
simple
money …
photography
I once decorated a house. It was a rather small house actually. A tiny little yellow house with white painted windows. Isn’t that strange? Strange windows. Strange indeed. I wanted to look though them. But I couldn’t.
i decorated my life with assortments. with accolades, with toys, with prismatic colours.
but what’s the point of a pretty room without friends?
i’d rather go outside.
She decorated the unicorns bridle with a single red rose. She was alone in the world now, except for him–her trusty steed and only companion.
I’ve decorated my Web sites over and over. Unfortunately, I keep seeing other sites with better decorations – so I decorate again.
I decorated my soul with lemon drops and flower petals. My life has been a secret ever since the beginning of time, but now it’s more alive than it has ever been. I have decorated my life, and am so thankful for the beauty this life has given me.
I put my underwear on, my bra. Lacey and intricate. My dress with black ribbons and cutouts. My lipstick, my hairpins. My eyeshadow, my shoes. I am decorated for the evening.
She sat in the corner of the ballroom, decorated like a Christmas tree to be displayed. Just like the tree people “ooh” and “ahh” at her striking beauty. That’s all she was to these people, an inanimate object used to bring ambiance. But she was far more than that to him, and his attention is what she truly craved.
I decorated the room today. I knew it was pointless. The baby would never see it, but I decorated it just the same. If I couldn’t have my baby, at least I could have the room I’d always dreamed my baby would have.
There wasn’t much time, she thought, as she decorated the ceiling fan with whisps of light pink ribbon. The Wilkins’s were going to be here soon and they would be horrified to see that she hadn’t done what they’d expected her to do for their daughter ….
Christmas garlands airplanes from the arch Scarlet and Rhett from the mantel shiny clean happy good memories smile a lifetime in trivia open arms/ home visiting my self memories love connections best foot forward …a minute is a long time with writer’s block
Decorated cakes. Sesame Street cake violets dropped in the path at
Gramma’s
decorate your thought with pleasantries and peace of mind to the ones who you don’t mind bullshitting because at the end of the day you’re either who you say, or you’re forced to go astray from your predictated words and its only you, you burn. So say what you mean and do what you say.
I decorated the wedding cake worried that time would fail me and in turn I would fail Tina. Perhaps this was my subconscious. That’s why I had only just started making the cake, I loved Tina’s fiance, Jake.
plesent to the eye and enchanting, It makes the things presentable
She decorated their house in the Hamptons with the best Ralph Lauren had to offer. It did not hide the tracks of her tears
Every year we used to decorate the Christmas tree–me, my siblings, my parents… The whole family. We also used to uphold the belief in Santa Claus. At least, my parents and older brother and sister used to play along when I still believed in him. After some years, we stopped decorating the tree and left the work to the maids. After some years, I stopped believing in Santa Claus not because someone told me or because I witnessed the shocking scene of my parents putting the presents under the tree, but because I simply stopped believing–I grew up.
the walls were beautifuly decorated and yet no one noticed.
The house is decorated. Filled with huge red bows with long golden bells. The stairs are lined with beautiful Christmas lights and the long table is filled with food. But there’s no one to celebrate with.
Life is decoration. Everything around us is decorated. The color of the ocean. The wind in the trees. The smell of the flowers. The feeling in our hearts.
You have not won.
I have told this before the morning sun
I decorated you weakness
but it never did hide it well.
The decorated veteran stood proudly as the parade passed him by. The only thought that kept disturbing this memorable moment was the comrade he left behind as the enemy was pressing inward towards their hometown.
The newly-decorated apartment shone with vivid reds and golds. It was Shoshana’s first, and she would live here alone. Others of her Family had tried before her, but Father always brought them home. She was different. Her mile-wide streak of independence had served her well and promised to do so again. “I will make it,” she announced as she removed her wimple for the last time. “And no one is going to stop me.”
I decorated her body with my own bodily fluids…..it was awesome
Paul’s jacket was decorated with honor medals and pins–mostly gold, with a few splashes of silver laid in between. As he was removing them carefully, one by one, the sharp end of one pin stuck painfully in his thumb. Licking the tiny, ragged cut, he was surprised at how much blood he tasted.
He decorated my life. The prom king, the football player, the boy everyone wanted. He molded me into the perfect girlfriend, the cheerleader type girl that trailed behind him like a puppy. He decorated my life, organized my memories, put useless people in boxes and shipped them off, never to be remembered again. He controlled me, Mr. Popular had a tight grip on my life and I would never get it back. He ran a tight ship. Never would I be free. Never would I be what I want, never get what I WANT. NEVER. The football star had me wrapped around his finger. SMACK. POW. SLAP. And there he goes again. Hit me baby one more time.
silk flowers and dried flowers, ribbons and bows decorated the small bedroom. most were old, gathering dust, but the occupant didn’t see them that way. to her they were fresh, new, jue the memories they brought to mind. happiness of days long past. happiness that was false. she knew that. but chose to ignore the truth. a false memory of happiness was better than none at all. when thoughts were the only companions, what did it matter whether the thoughts were true memories or daydreams so long held that they seemed to be memories.
I walked into the room, frames and photographs
one time i decorated my living room. actually no my parents decorated it and when they were done i was mad because they got rid of our great couch. the corner seat was the best of all time. now our couch is shit
yeah that is all i have to say about that
i decorated the tree in as many honors as i could afford. but the cat walked in front of my arm and stopped me from doing so. but she so creatively told me that designing such trees took much responsibility and hard work.
decorated the tree. why? because it was tradition. why? because it’s a holiday. why? why not. why? because it was the only thing that made her happy.
The decorated faces were peering at me from all sides. Laughing, giggling, sneering. I felt my palms sweating. The shadow of a hand slipped into mine, but when I squeezed, it was gone.
She decorated my heart with hugs and reminded me of the energy of the universe in small lip-sized moments. Whatever it is, this love thing rocks!
I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
We’re all decorated into Jesus’ image.
We all are beautiful & all of our decorations are never flawed.
During the late winter Mother gave me a beautiful vase decorated with golden painted flowers. That particular day was quite dark, the sky being encrusted in cloud, the sun finnaly asleep. I forgot that i had the dentist that day as i had quite a painful wisdom tooth.