The petals exploded outward, the snarling mask of a kanji spitting acid, they fall in a broken circle, still wet.
Plasticities
When drops fall into my eyes it stings because the government is pouring acid into the clouds and poisoning our atmosphere. But when the beat drops, it is a different kind of acid that I put into my body. Either way, chemicals are altering my system.
Jonathan Senigaglia
drops the beat
drops the iron skillet
drops the lies he’s been telling himself all this time
drops 5 pounds
finds a new way
picks up the light
picks up the spring
picks up a smile
richard marion pannell
Bittersweet memories drop from the sky
no matter how hard I try
I can’t find a reason why
you left
Alone and in my room
I contemplate this tune
A stinging melody
Inside me
Liz Dague
drops of ink flow slowly from his ink pen. he scratches his head and ponders his day. she looked beautiful at the market. he had wanted to talk to her but refrained from doing so. now, he was filled with regret and his writing was hindered.
allie
Drops of water falling on my head cleansing me of my past. all that i have done will no longer effect all i will be. tears drop from my face and i realize this is what its like to be reborn.
kpj
the rain drops slowly on the roof. the pittter patter of the drops is calming and relaxing, giving a sense of serenity to the moment. I look out the window through the rain towards the mountains which rise out of the fields stretched before me
Mike Ryan
The heavy wet clump of snow drops from the tree towards his head. She sees it coming down and starts to warn him, but changes her mind. when it hits him smack on the top of his head she laughs until her sides hurt at the look of astonishment on his face.
EmpressQueenB
rain drops, small big , hard drops sprinkle drops … wet.. cold…hot….things that are formed out of something else mostly something wet or damp forexample water, chocolate exc..
kjgjad
Just trying to find a place to pound my nails and holding my hammer and having my tool belt and spending my last pennies on nails but is there a place is there no place for me to pound my nails?
ts
“I think we just need to drop this,” she said, looking at her feet.
“Why?” he asked, pleading.
“Because you and are aren’t meant for each other… I’m sorry Andrew, I really am…” She stood up and pulled the ring off her finger and dropped it on the table. “I’ll always love you, but…not how you want me to.”
Samantha
Drops of rain. Just a box of rain. Here i am quoting Grateful Dead. I don’t know. It’s not cloudy for once today, it’s sunny. Still cold though. Drops of tears. That fall from my friend’s face as she walks into school. Life is so hard right now. She has decisions and can’t think. Parents are stupid
Rue
Raindrops drop on the ground. Everytime we walk we step on these drops that are ceasing to exist. Life is a constant funeral yet we never mourn, because new raindrops will form, then drop and continue the cycle.
dani
Dripity-dropity-drip-drop.
Tick-tock-atick-atock.
With every drop a second falls.
Dripity-dropity-drip-drop.
Tick-tock-atick-atock.
Kunze
Drops, what comes to mind when you read that word? Rain, candy, or perhaps a sore throat? I find it fascinating that language and the written word allows us to think about our experiences to conjour up at a specific moment in time what just one word brings to our mind.
Drops of rain are everywhere. I hate them. I hate them with a passion so hot, that if it was tangible it would make all this rain evaporate. All my life is wet. Wet and cold and alone.
Mari
She licks the first drops. His fist tightens, eyes close. This is the part she loves. At this point, if she wanted to, she could twist a knife in his back.
Meredith
Well there can be rain drops or those yummy sort of candy things called drops. They can also be drops like the verb or a drop on a rollercoaster. For the most part when I hear drops, I usually look down and see exactly what it was I did drop.
Fumiya
The first thing I think of is raindrops, which are only ever cheesy in literature. Oh gosh, it’s raining. Something depressing and dramatic must happen now. Oh, it quit raining. It must be better now. Cheesy…
Samantha
She drops the phone and puts her hand to her mouth. The rain outside cannot deafen the ringing in her ears from hearing the three words she dreads most. “Your Father died.”
Brendan
The sink is leaking. The snow is melting. The body is falling and the markets are right behind. The tears have come and the sun has gone.
f
I like the way the rain falls during a good thunderstorm. I like the little drops of water dripping from the roof. Drip, drop, drip, drop. I love the way your hair smells after the rain. I enjoy staying inside and cuddling up to listen to it fall. God’s tears.
Camille
I think of rain drops first since I love the rain. Then I think of the large (full) bottle of red wine that slipped from my refrigerator and exploded like a grenade on my kitchen floor the other day… which was really fun to clean up.
lauren
Little drops of water, falling down the windows. Like the tears my mother used to cry. We wait for him to come back, but I know the truth. He’s never coming back. I wish he would. It’s lonely with just one parent. She never smiles anymore. We never have any fun. I can never go to a baseball game with my dad.
qpm
I’m smiling right now. I wish I could know why.
Lily Burdle
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD,
AND JUST LIKE THE MAN WHOSE FEE WERE TOO BIG FOR HIS BED NOTHING SEEMS TO FIT
THESE RAIN DROPS KEEP FALLING OH THEY JUST KEEP A FALLING SO I TOOK A WALK
SHAWN
★ ☆ ✰
stephanie
Ah the drops of rain that fall on my window pane. I love the sound that they make as they pit and pat and drop. some sound so big and others just a little little pit. They shimmer in the moonlight and the slide down the window pane as if they are at the top of a hill
Judy
It’s snowing. Or, sleeting. Tiny ice drops fall from the sky. And I was prepared for warmer weather. I pull my hands into my coat and hope my fingers don’t fall off. My hood doesn’t do much against the cold. I hurry into a building, and my nose starts running.
Cara
drip drip drip. what was that annoying noise! i couldn’t sleep all night because all i could hear was drip drip drip and the occasional drop. i wasn’t raining outside. in fact it has been another scorcher but still this irritating dripping. when i came down in the morning i realised i had left the tap on
Lily
Drops! As in rain drops or tear drops or medicine drops.
The drops that my god likes
1. Drops of donated blood
2. Drops of swate after hardwork
pratik
Drops of rain pelted Zalia as she ran towards home. Had she not been desperate to flee from Haden, she would have gotten a cab. She knew he wouldn’t pursue her in the rain.
Mandy
falling, dripping, slipping, from the sky, from my skin, from the rooftops……
i hate you darlene. :^)
mike o
drops are falling, here and there, everone knows they ae falling, but no one notice anymore, they are wet, and sometimes salty, and even the salty ones arn’t really notice by anyone, but its the only reason theyy are fallin… to be noticed
Kathrin
She drops from the tallest building in the city; falling from the greatest heights, above the clouds even, to the cold hard pavement below. She drops from love to loss.
Nicoletta
falling in the stream of life we glance at the wrinkles in time. age that can’t be stopped with a badge or a gun, a fire or a strong gust of wind. we fall like the others fell. not into a trap, but into ourselves.
Benedict Lloyd Terrell
The price of cough drops is astounding. What are they but menthol wrapped in candy? Not like real medicine or anything. Not like you can’t buy a pound bag of peppermints in the dollar store and get a much better tasting experience. Mint. Menthol. Same derivative. Want menthol? Smoke a cigarette.
gino
falls
drops of rain
drop an object
eye drops
paulito
The drops…they were there scattered on the window reflecting the gray skies we had ahead. But I didn’t feel like I was leaving my life behind for grey skies. I left the embarrassment and anguish that the last 5 years meant.
The petals exploded outward, the snarling mask of a kanji spitting acid, they fall in a broken circle, still wet.
When drops fall into my eyes it stings because the government is pouring acid into the clouds and poisoning our atmosphere. But when the beat drops, it is a different kind of acid that I put into my body. Either way, chemicals are altering my system.
drops the beat
drops the iron skillet
drops the lies he’s been telling himself all this time
drops 5 pounds
finds a new way
picks up the light
picks up the spring
picks up a smile
Bittersweet memories drop from the sky
no matter how hard I try
I can’t find a reason why
you left
Alone and in my room
I contemplate this tune
A stinging melody
Inside me
drops of ink flow slowly from his ink pen. he scratches his head and ponders his day. she looked beautiful at the market. he had wanted to talk to her but refrained from doing so. now, he was filled with regret and his writing was hindered.
Drops of water falling on my head cleansing me of my past. all that i have done will no longer effect all i will be. tears drop from my face and i realize this is what its like to be reborn.
the rain drops slowly on the roof. the pittter patter of the drops is calming and relaxing, giving a sense of serenity to the moment. I look out the window through the rain towards the mountains which rise out of the fields stretched before me
The heavy wet clump of snow drops from the tree towards his head. She sees it coming down and starts to warn him, but changes her mind. when it hits him smack on the top of his head she laughs until her sides hurt at the look of astonishment on his face.
rain drops, small big , hard drops sprinkle drops … wet.. cold…hot….things that are formed out of something else mostly something wet or damp forexample water, chocolate exc..
Just trying to find a place to pound my nails and holding my hammer and having my tool belt and spending my last pennies on nails but is there a place is there no place for me to pound my nails?
“I think we just need to drop this,” she said, looking at her feet.
“Why?” he asked, pleading.
“Because you and are aren’t meant for each other… I’m sorry Andrew, I really am…” She stood up and pulled the ring off her finger and dropped it on the table. “I’ll always love you, but…not how you want me to.”
Drops of rain. Just a box of rain. Here i am quoting Grateful Dead. I don’t know. It’s not cloudy for once today, it’s sunny. Still cold though. Drops of tears. That fall from my friend’s face as she walks into school. Life is so hard right now. She has decisions and can’t think. Parents are stupid
Raindrops drop on the ground. Everytime we walk we step on these drops that are ceasing to exist. Life is a constant funeral yet we never mourn, because new raindrops will form, then drop and continue the cycle.
Dripity-dropity-drip-drop.
Tick-tock-atick-atock.
With every drop a second falls.
Dripity-dropity-drip-drop.
Tick-tock-atick-atock.
Drops, what comes to mind when you read that word? Rain, candy, or perhaps a sore throat? I find it fascinating that language and the written word allows us to think about our experiences to conjour up at a specific moment in time what just one word brings to our mind.
glorious childhood candy, covered in sugar, bringing delight. Oh goody gumdrops.
Drops of rain are everywhere. I hate them. I hate them with a passion so hot, that if it was tangible it would make all this rain evaporate. All my life is wet. Wet and cold and alone.
She licks the first drops. His fist tightens, eyes close. This is the part she loves. At this point, if she wanted to, she could twist a knife in his back.
Well there can be rain drops or those yummy sort of candy things called drops. They can also be drops like the verb or a drop on a rollercoaster. For the most part when I hear drops, I usually look down and see exactly what it was I did drop.
The first thing I think of is raindrops, which are only ever cheesy in literature. Oh gosh, it’s raining. Something depressing and dramatic must happen now. Oh, it quit raining. It must be better now. Cheesy…
She drops the phone and puts her hand to her mouth. The rain outside cannot deafen the ringing in her ears from hearing the three words she dreads most. “Your Father died.”
The sink is leaking. The snow is melting. The body is falling and the markets are right behind. The tears have come and the sun has gone.
I like the way the rain falls during a good thunderstorm. I like the little drops of water dripping from the roof. Drip, drop, drip, drop. I love the way your hair smells after the rain. I enjoy staying inside and cuddling up to listen to it fall. God’s tears.
I think of rain drops first since I love the rain. Then I think of the large (full) bottle of red wine that slipped from my refrigerator and exploded like a grenade on my kitchen floor the other day… which was really fun to clean up.
Little drops of water, falling down the windows. Like the tears my mother used to cry. We wait for him to come back, but I know the truth. He’s never coming back. I wish he would. It’s lonely with just one parent. She never smiles anymore. We never have any fun. I can never go to a baseball game with my dad.
I’m smiling right now. I wish I could know why.
RAINDROPS KEEP FALLING ON MY HEAD,
AND JUST LIKE THE MAN WHOSE FEE WERE TOO BIG FOR HIS BED NOTHING SEEMS TO FIT
THESE RAIN DROPS KEEP FALLING OH THEY JUST KEEP A FALLING SO I TOOK A WALK
★ ☆ ✰
Ah the drops of rain that fall on my window pane. I love the sound that they make as they pit and pat and drop. some sound so big and others just a little little pit. They shimmer in the moonlight and the slide down the window pane as if they are at the top of a hill
It’s snowing. Or, sleeting. Tiny ice drops fall from the sky. And I was prepared for warmer weather. I pull my hands into my coat and hope my fingers don’t fall off. My hood doesn’t do much against the cold. I hurry into a building, and my nose starts running.
drip drip drip. what was that annoying noise! i couldn’t sleep all night because all i could hear was drip drip drip and the occasional drop. i wasn’t raining outside. in fact it has been another scorcher but still this irritating dripping. when i came down in the morning i realised i had left the tap on
Drops! As in rain drops or tear drops or medicine drops.
The drops that my god likes
1. Drops of donated blood
2. Drops of swate after hardwork
Drops of rain pelted Zalia as she ran towards home. Had she not been desperate to flee from Haden, she would have gotten a cab. She knew he wouldn’t pursue her in the rain.
falling, dripping, slipping, from the sky, from my skin, from the rooftops……
i hate you darlene. :^)
drops are falling, here and there, everone knows they ae falling, but no one notice anymore, they are wet, and sometimes salty, and even the salty ones arn’t really notice by anyone, but its the only reason theyy are fallin… to be noticed
She drops from the tallest building in the city; falling from the greatest heights, above the clouds even, to the cold hard pavement below. She drops from love to loss.
falling in the stream of life we glance at the wrinkles in time. age that can’t be stopped with a badge or a gun, a fire or a strong gust of wind. we fall like the others fell. not into a trap, but into ourselves.
The price of cough drops is astounding. What are they but menthol wrapped in candy? Not like real medicine or anything. Not like you can’t buy a pound bag of peppermints in the dollar store and get a much better tasting experience. Mint. Menthol. Same derivative. Want menthol? Smoke a cigarette.
falls
drops of rain
drop an object
eye drops
The drops…they were there scattered on the window reflecting the gray skies we had ahead. But I didn’t feel like I was leaving my life behind for grey skies. I left the embarrassment and anguish that the last 5 years meant.