Wait… Desert? Really? Ok… I’m trying to think… There are so many places to go with that, and I really don’t want to sound emo and complain about how times when my friends deserted me. But you know, it happens from time to time. Then you just learn to grow up and do your own thing and not take it too personally. What else is there to do, right? Oh dear. That line thingy’s getting awfully dark purp
I went to Palm Springs last year in the middle of a Canadian winter – hoping to see and feel the desert. It wasn’t what I thought it would be – no lizards, cacti just sand blowing in the big, huge wind.
karichardson
The desert was cold. You don’t normally think of deserts as cold. You think of them as a sweltering place with no promise, like rudimentary math with Mr. Herman. But it was cold. Cold and dark, with only the pale kisses of the moon to light the way.
Desert? What’s with all of the sand? And the dry heat. Although I must say I don’t quite mind the heat. It’s rather pleasant. The wind could die off since the sand likes to wisp around and pick up the dry grains.
a place where you feel a lack of something vital, water.
But you do have the sun
its a little too much of one good thing
and lacks contrast
without contrast there is nothing
you cant tell happy from sad, good from bad.
desert lacks contrast
desert a lot like dessert but not as sweet. just dry and crunchy, like an overcooked dessert. maybe if someone spent a day on the desert they would appreciate more. a day alone on a desert should slap some people right into shape
Mae
The desert was unlike anything he had ever seen. A vast tundra, like any other desert, but the sand was green, and the horizon was dotted with bits of blue and red and orange… He assumed they were cacti. He shifted his gear and trudged on.
The blade of the sword reflected the sunlight back at Dave. His shades flashed as he dashed over the dune, knocking up the sand behind him. He could hear Gamzee’s hyena like cackling in the distance as the winds continued to wail. Another gust of sand lashed at him as Dave steadied his blade. A juggling pin launched into the air, and landed directly next to the teen’s feet. He had to focus, Dave thought, it could get dangerous before he even knew it.
The jangle of bells cut through the night, he sat upright squinting in the blackness. there was no cover for miles. Just him and the camel he rode in on.
Carie
I was left sitting on the edge of the bed with my arms gently, reluctantly falling down by sides, my lower jaw slowly rising to meet my upper one and I swallowed.
“You said you’d never leave me.” I whispered to the shadow walking down the hall.
the desert is hot. A roadrunner lives there. The roadrunner can kill a rattlesnake. It is so fast, it grabs it by the tail and pounds it on the ground until it is dead.
Well, if you feel that way, living in a city is as empty as living in a desert. You walk streets, where you know no-one, empty of feeling.
Rebeca Marcés
you wrecked me like a forrest fire that day.
you swept my heart under the rug and
shovelled me six feet under.
so heres to you, for making the girl cry even harder.
you said dont sweat it,
but im in a sauna in the summer
you said youre sorry, but necklaces dont cut it
like my glare when i saw you with her, on her.
youre such a liar i cant believe i didnt see it sooner
i fucking hate you, you two faced stoner
i ever met your mom and father
doesnt matter.
youre a cheater
an emotional beater and deciever
youre a loser,
but i can finally say its over.
The desert was vast. Achingly vast. There was nothing to be seen, even in the farthest reaches of the eye, but golden sand, rising and falling in gentle waves. It was colossal.
ellie
I woke to the taste of sand
grains grating against enamel
yesterday’s ice cream melted away
by the heat of the morning and of memory
oh…the desert is the form i love in nature. i know this is not always a good phenomenon, but i’m talking about the high desert in North America which has always been a desert. that’s where my heart goes from time to time.
kaorita
i never know if it is desert of dessert that i am talking about when i see the word, “desert”. It’s strange. Things just never were clarified which was which for me and still to this day in 2011, they are not. Funny.
Zach
Daniel had packed a dessert for his trip to the desert. He brought along a case of water and a bottle of bourbon. He set up a picnic with no one to eat with. He read a Hemingway book. He fell asleep in the sand.
When he woke up, he had a Rip Van Winkle beard and the desert was now a valley, with clear running streams. And when he drank from it, it tasted like mud and sand and the parched sensation of a dead man.
Belinda Roddie
Desert
I don’t know how they do it … live in the desert. I don’t understand people that go there on purpose … be around all those lights, all that commotion on the Strip … but it’s where my daughter CHOSE to live. I hate visiting her there. I need the mountains, the forests, the lakes and river.
desert is a biome with sand and camels and cactus and f…its is hot at bight and very cold in the night… there is now water.D.. the water in the cactus is cold and refreshing :D::DD
ALYANNA
i want to eat often
i have after dinner
full of sand with a cactus with pricks
ice cream
kedar
Deserted. Alone. What should I do when my life just walked out that front door? He is gone, and I just lost my one and only.
NCISaddict
This actually reminds me of a dream I had when I was little, which concerned the Sahara Desert. My family and I were driving (in California) to the Disney Land in France, which was located on a boat on the Savannah River (which is located in Georgia), and the river was in the Sahara Desert of Africa. Yeah I think I got my geographical locations a little mixed…
We wandered slowly, out of breath, out of water. It’s not like we thought we wouldn’t make it. We knew we’d be fine. We knew that if we didn’t turn up soon, the camp would send out men on horseback to find us. We knew we’d be taken back there, and taken care of. But all that’s easy to forget in the heat, all that and more, all that and everything. We we wandered, slowly, out of breath.
bryant
Don’t desert me. I’ve been your friend even if you don’t know it .I’ve always worked for your best interests but you decided from the first moment you met me that I was your enemy.
Stay with me and learn more about me and more about us
Janet
I think of a big huge sandy place with cactuses and those rolly thingies that you see in westerns when two cowboys are about to have some sort of showdown. You know what I mean? It’s like a ball made out of weed and branches. But yes, that’s what I think of when I think of deserts. Oh! And scorpions. And vultures.
Kelsey
the desert is hot and dry. I would not like to be in the desert because i would miss all the trees and plants that we have on the west coast. the air is dry and i would be thirsty and want to go swimming.
allie
the desert is hot. the desert is dry. The desert has barely no water. The desert has camels. The desert has sandstorms. The desert would probably feel so so hot if you were there.
allie
oneword
reyna
Icecream
m
hot like me, all over my face, in my vagina, on my boobs, up my anus, on your cok, and then in my vag and mouth and anus and boobs. just like your cum!
hugh
i love desert its so great and tasty. i like all types of desert and especially ice cream! i dont like sticky date pudding though.. thats yuk! kbye.
Chris
Walking for days. Thirsty. The camel is dead. Can’t get anyone to Cary my luggage. Why was this destination a good idea?
Karen
delicious, yummy, all over me on my face, all night
Anya Disbrow
i remember hearing that the difference between desert and dessert was that one you only wanted to have once. and the other you wanted to have twice. and that’s how you remember how many s’s are in the word.
that’s bullshit.
i want to go through the desert so many times.
and i’m done with dessert.
done.
To imagine the moment that you might leave me… My mind: a desert. Unclear, lost, confusing, desperate. That moment I hate and that moment that will haunt me forever. That moment when I might have done something to change things, to save you and to bring you back into my life, but that moment remains a desert.
it amazes me how even in the heart of Arizona, the valley of the sun, it can hardly feel like a desert at this time of year. The sun is over my shoulder, but where has my beloved warmth traveled off to?
If i were on a desert right now I would be warm and happy as long as my wife and son were with me exploring. I have thought about visiting a desert for a while now I think it is on my list. I would like to see the sahara.
Wait… Desert? Really? Ok… I’m trying to think… There are so many places to go with that, and I really don’t want to sound emo and complain about how times when my friends deserted me. But you know, it happens from time to time. Then you just learn to grow up and do your own thing and not take it too personally. What else is there to do, right? Oh dear. That line thingy’s getting awfully dark purp
I went to Palm Springs last year in the middle of a Canadian winter – hoping to see and feel the desert. It wasn’t what I thought it would be – no lizards, cacti just sand blowing in the big, huge wind.
The desert was cold. You don’t normally think of deserts as cold. You think of them as a sweltering place with no promise, like rudimentary math with Mr. Herman. But it was cold. Cold and dark, with only the pale kisses of the moon to light the way.
Desert? What’s with all of the sand? And the dry heat. Although I must say I don’t quite mind the heat. It’s rather pleasant. The wind could die off since the sand likes to wisp around and pick up the dry grains.
a place where you feel a lack of something vital, water.
But you do have the sun
its a little too much of one good thing
and lacks contrast
without contrast there is nothing
you cant tell happy from sad, good from bad.
desert lacks contrast
The desert is hot and dry. I have run out of water. My journey has just begun. Oh wait I see a pond up ahead. No. It is just a marjis.
desert a lot like dessert but not as sweet. just dry and crunchy, like an overcooked dessert. maybe if someone spent a day on the desert they would appreciate more. a day alone on a desert should slap some people right into shape
The desert was unlike anything he had ever seen. A vast tundra, like any other desert, but the sand was green, and the horizon was dotted with bits of blue and red and orange… He assumed they were cacti. He shifted his gear and trudged on.
The blade of the sword reflected the sunlight back at Dave. His shades flashed as he dashed over the dune, knocking up the sand behind him. He could hear Gamzee’s hyena like cackling in the distance as the winds continued to wail. Another gust of sand lashed at him as Dave steadied his blade. A juggling pin launched into the air, and landed directly next to the teen’s feet. He had to focus, Dave thought, it could get dangerous before he even knew it.
The jangle of bells cut through the night, he sat upright squinting in the blackness. there was no cover for miles. Just him and the camel he rode in on.
I was left sitting on the edge of the bed with my arms gently, reluctantly falling down by sides, my lower jaw slowly rising to meet my upper one and I swallowed.
“You said you’d never leave me.” I whispered to the shadow walking down the hall.
the desert is hot. A roadrunner lives there. The roadrunner can kill a rattlesnake. It is so fast, it grabs it by the tail and pounds it on the ground until it is dead.
Well, if you feel that way, living in a city is as empty as living in a desert. You walk streets, where you know no-one, empty of feeling.
you wrecked me like a forrest fire that day.
you swept my heart under the rug and
shovelled me six feet under.
so heres to you, for making the girl cry even harder.
you said dont sweat it,
but im in a sauna in the summer
you said youre sorry, but necklaces dont cut it
like my glare when i saw you with her, on her.
youre such a liar i cant believe i didnt see it sooner
i fucking hate you, you two faced stoner
i ever met your mom and father
doesnt matter.
youre a cheater
an emotional beater and deciever
youre a loser,
but i can finally say its over.
The desert was vast. Achingly vast. There was nothing to be seen, even in the farthest reaches of the eye, but golden sand, rising and falling in gentle waves. It was colossal.
I woke to the taste of sand
grains grating against enamel
yesterday’s ice cream melted away
by the heat of the morning and of memory
oh…the desert is the form i love in nature. i know this is not always a good phenomenon, but i’m talking about the high desert in North America which has always been a desert. that’s where my heart goes from time to time.
i never know if it is desert of dessert that i am talking about when i see the word, “desert”. It’s strange. Things just never were clarified which was which for me and still to this day in 2011, they are not. Funny.
Daniel had packed a dessert for his trip to the desert. He brought along a case of water and a bottle of bourbon. He set up a picnic with no one to eat with. He read a Hemingway book. He fell asleep in the sand.
When he woke up, he had a Rip Van Winkle beard and the desert was now a valley, with clear running streams. And when he drank from it, it tasted like mud and sand and the parched sensation of a dead man.
Desert
I don’t know how they do it … live in the desert. I don’t understand people that go there on purpose … be around all those lights, all that commotion on the Strip … but it’s where my daughter CHOSE to live. I hate visiting her there. I need the mountains, the forests, the lakes and river.
desert is a biome with sand and camels and cactus and f…its is hot at bight and very cold in the night… there is now water.D.. the water in the cactus is cold and refreshing :D::DD
i want to eat often
i have after dinner
full of sand with a cactus with pricks
ice cream
Deserted. Alone. What should I do when my life just walked out that front door? He is gone, and I just lost my one and only.
This actually reminds me of a dream I had when I was little, which concerned the Sahara Desert. My family and I were driving (in California) to the Disney Land in France, which was located on a boat on the Savannah River (which is located in Georgia), and the river was in the Sahara Desert of Africa. Yeah I think I got my geographical locations a little mixed…
We wandered slowly, out of breath, out of water. It’s not like we thought we wouldn’t make it. We knew we’d be fine. We knew that if we didn’t turn up soon, the camp would send out men on horseback to find us. We knew we’d be taken back there, and taken care of. But all that’s easy to forget in the heat, all that and more, all that and everything. We we wandered, slowly, out of breath.
Don’t desert me. I’ve been your friend even if you don’t know it .I’ve always worked for your best interests but you decided from the first moment you met me that I was your enemy.
Stay with me and learn more about me and more about us
I think of a big huge sandy place with cactuses and those rolly thingies that you see in westerns when two cowboys are about to have some sort of showdown. You know what I mean? It’s like a ball made out of weed and branches. But yes, that’s what I think of when I think of deserts. Oh! And scorpions. And vultures.
the desert is hot and dry. I would not like to be in the desert because i would miss all the trees and plants that we have on the west coast. the air is dry and i would be thirsty and want to go swimming.
the desert is hot. the desert is dry. The desert has barely no water. The desert has camels. The desert has sandstorms. The desert would probably feel so so hot if you were there.
oneword
Icecream
hot like me, all over my face, in my vagina, on my boobs, up my anus, on your cok, and then in my vag and mouth and anus and boobs. just like your cum!
i love desert its so great and tasty. i like all types of desert and especially ice cream! i dont like sticky date pudding though.. thats yuk! kbye.
Walking for days. Thirsty. The camel is dead. Can’t get anyone to Cary my luggage. Why was this destination a good idea?
delicious, yummy, all over me on my face, all night
i remember hearing that the difference between desert and dessert was that one you only wanted to have once. and the other you wanted to have twice. and that’s how you remember how many s’s are in the word.
that’s bullshit.
i want to go through the desert so many times.
and i’m done with dessert.
done.
rose
To imagine the moment that you might leave me… My mind: a desert. Unclear, lost, confusing, desperate. That moment I hate and that moment that will haunt me forever. That moment when I might have done something to change things, to save you and to bring you back into my life, but that moment remains a desert.
it amazes me how even in the heart of Arizona, the valley of the sun, it can hardly feel like a desert at this time of year. The sun is over my shoulder, but where has my beloved warmth traveled off to?
If i were on a desert right now I would be warm and happy as long as my wife and son were with me exploring. I have thought about visiting a desert for a while now I think it is on my list. I would like to see the sahara.