Fell onto the table beneath her eyes, creating dark circles where the salty water soaked into the wood. She couldn’t believe that she was crying over dinner, it was so pathetic. Until she looked up and saw the lit candles, the upholstered chairs, and the dimmed lighting. She was alone. As always.
Sidney
Raindrops pitter-pattering on the roof of my apartment. Little droplets roll down my window and drip off into the bushes below. Trying to get out of my car as quickly as possible, my bag of groceries drops on the pavement, but I’m able to grab it up before the rain soaks through the brown paper.
tini
Of salty water paint my face.
I’m shaking again.
I can’t feel. I can’t see.
I dream memories, light dancing on delicate leaves.
They are coming.
I will finish what I started.
See
The crimson drops slid down my thighs and my arms. The multiple thin lines produced them so quickly. The more tear drops that fell, the more blood flooded out. they said “all you do is make peoples’ lives miserable.” Well, I won’t anymore…I promise……
Amanda Clark
she drops down into the basement, holding onto the floor above with her hands. The stairs rotted away years ago. the windows are dirty, some cracked, and the cement is covered with a thick layer of dust.
hana henderson
Rain, Rain,
Drip drop,
Pitter patter.
Wet,
Sometimes hot,
Sometimes cold.
Sometimes unwanted,
Sometimes needed.
Rain,
Rain,
Rain.
Ryan McFly
rain drops fall from the sky…dropping down… making large wet circles in the dirt. Plop. Plop. The steamy, wet earth is intoxicating.
Haras
Caligraphy. Ink on paper. Loops and swirls, dots and drops. Curly Q’s, lovely letters linked.
neeks
The sweat fell to the floor, like tear drops. Small plops, as he stood there panting, having finished the last of his warm-up schedule with a spurt of energy, as if to try and stop the torrent of emotional rage from breaking out.
crazy
Drops of rain fell as I tried to remember what happened the night before. Don’t get me wrong, I know what happened, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. It’s over. Really? Just like that. Two words and a 5 year relationship is done. Forever. Will I move on? I don’t know, but for now I’m just going to watch the rain.
Courtney
There’s a dance all men know how to do. It’s a strange sort of jig, a jerky sort of dance. It’s a lose of control. It’s a desperate please. It is a lot of things, they say. It is a drop, a kick, and a crack. After all, dead men tell no tales.
kris.
when i look at him he drops his eyes. i think i know why. could it be he’s afraid i might see the lie that lives there cowered in the bottom corner, just beneath the pupil? there. there, do you see it? that…
tricia
the rain drops fall from the sky, plopping onto my head and running down my back. I am naked. This is the feeling of true liberation. I can feel the grass beneath my feet and relish in the feeling of mud between my toes.
kylie duprey
i had some gum drops the other day and i did not like them like i did when i was a kid. i wish they had beer gum drops yea i like beer. mmmm you know what else is good, beer and bacon!
Michael
rain drops. that’s what i think about. i can’t type. but i can hear rain drops in my head. i don’t know where the time ends. i don’t want to end mid-sentence.
emily
Lemon drops as sour as the puckered lips of a disapproving mother- in-law were piled high in a silver salver.
willazvi
The teardrops made small rivers down her face, working their way down her cheeck, around the curves of her mouth, and hanging like stalactites on her chin, quivering for a few moments, then falling to the ground, shattering into tiny droplets. She sniffed, and wiped her hand over her eyes. She raised her eyes to the sky, with the sun shining, and sighed.
Bronte 2
Rain drips. Rain drops. Falling from the sky it coats the Earth we take foot on, and machine on. We slip and we slide, and blame it all on the rain and the snow and the hail, all of which we have no say in, and never should.
Cristina
Drops of rain fall on me. They wash away all the blah. They refresh and renew me. They make me feel like a kid again. No worries.
sbrehill
drop drop…crimson red. beautiful… why couldn’t I see it before…the beauty in the colour….why didn’t i give in before? let it happen…the drops, the only sound i here…then nothing….
zelfy
“the point is for the cup to overflow” she says, and I wish I could believe it was so easy to make the drops appear, and for me to magically care, but it seems like there’s a barrier between me and my motivations and I wish I could jackhammer it in two but I have not the faintest idea how or even what to use as a jackhammer and that’s why it’s so hard to explain sometimes because for her, the hammer has always been there in her sheer force of will.
Natasha
Tiny little drops dripping down the window pane wet and cold from the weather outside, weather that’s beating the side of the house with an icy fury as if it knows or understands what has gone on inside I suppose it wouldn’t be too much trouble to wipe the blood off the glass
V
glass drops fall from a paper sky shattering all over the black ground and making it dangerous to walk on, dangerous for the sensitive, vulnerable feet of mere humans who walk across this ground to get from place to place, place to place, day by broken day
megg
There were drops all over the window. Skewing identical little worlds in a mass effect across; a shattering glass menagerie. The beauty of the whole moment was that the sprinkler reassessed and reformed this tiny universe once every thirty seconds. It was like watching Genesis, over and over and over again. Nathan felt like drinking his chocolate milk as quickly as possible.
Miles B.
i saw drops of rain drip drop cars going fast next to mr i hear splash and waters in my face i go home and clean it
z
Water, Oil. Blood. Holes. Tears. Cups. snow.
julie
of rain in a bucket just like the dripping of time and space and the constant love of family and just like you with your obsessions and just like a million pieces floating around in space, just like i drop to my bed after
grace
as i sit here watching the drops of rain drip down onto the window pain, i wonder how many drops have fallen in my lifetime.
aceylucy
well the first thing you’ll notice is that every sixth one lands on her face, and the others land on the back of the bathmat. Every twelve hundred and three one will land on your finger and every five hundred and five one will land in the ceiling. Every seventh one just plain disappears.
crabmuffins
when it rains outside, i see raindrops all over the place. sometimes i think it is really pretty as they slide down the window. it reminds me of nature and how much i love the earth, greenery, the planet earth. even though it means sadness to most, it means happiness to me, because it reminds me of the beauty of the world.
felix
I watched as slowly into the mist down below, the gold drops, twirling and catching the light, glinting and tempting one to reach after it, but it could only lead to disaster.
Trevor Schafthuizen
of sweat of rain that washes sweat away
Forrest
It falls over and over, driving me crazy. Yet I somehow cannot take my eyes away from it. It is hypnotizing me, almost like my personal drug. Drip,
Paige
Little droplets of condensation trickled down the window in the steam, racing each other to reach the sill.
Sarah watched and sighed. She’d been racing her sister in this manner for years, always trying to keep one step ahead, and now she was dead.
Alexa Lewis
raindrops keep falling on my head, acid drops, drops of jupiter in her hair, dam dropping, dropping some acid, dropping down a mine shaft, drops of blood on the tip of a finger, drops of red wine on a blouse.
Annemarie
Drops of tears fall from eyes. No, drops isn’t a big enough word. It’s a geyser. A torrential downpour. Drops are annoying, but they aren’t violent. It has been raining all winter. Please make it stop. It’s raining drops of blood from the sky..
louie
The drops of water slid off of the icicles and landed in fat puddles on the ground. I sipped my juicebox, leaning against the wall.
Overall, the camp was very unexiting. The cabin roofs leaked, and those icicles seemed as if they were just dying to, well, make someone die. I sighed…at least they had good juice.
June
drops… things drop. like hats or dimes or balls. balls. they get dribbled, sometimes dropped. sometimes thrown and sometimes caught. now i feel like doctor seuss god thats odd. dammit i did it again. oh well. it reminds me of droplets by colbie callet, real good song i recommend you listen
jaysizzle
The beam fro the streetlight illuminated your face as the drops of rain rested on your eyelashes.
You tried to blink me away.
You can close your eyes a million times,
I
still
won’t
budge.
Richelle
the rain drops are falling throw the sky and hitting the wet asphalt like broken glass from a window. it tears throw my hair and face, much like a robber looking for valuables.
Fell onto the table beneath her eyes, creating dark circles where the salty water soaked into the wood. She couldn’t believe that she was crying over dinner, it was so pathetic. Until she looked up and saw the lit candles, the upholstered chairs, and the dimmed lighting. She was alone. As always.
Raindrops pitter-pattering on the roof of my apartment. Little droplets roll down my window and drip off into the bushes below. Trying to get out of my car as quickly as possible, my bag of groceries drops on the pavement, but I’m able to grab it up before the rain soaks through the brown paper.
Of salty water paint my face.
I’m shaking again.
I can’t feel. I can’t see.
I dream memories, light dancing on delicate leaves.
They are coming.
I will finish what I started.
The crimson drops slid down my thighs and my arms. The multiple thin lines produced them so quickly. The more tear drops that fell, the more blood flooded out. they said “all you do is make peoples’ lives miserable.” Well, I won’t anymore…I promise……
she drops down into the basement, holding onto the floor above with her hands. The stairs rotted away years ago. the windows are dirty, some cracked, and the cement is covered with a thick layer of dust.
Rain, Rain,
Drip drop,
Pitter patter.
Wet,
Sometimes hot,
Sometimes cold.
Sometimes unwanted,
Sometimes needed.
Rain,
Rain,
Rain.
rain drops fall from the sky…dropping down… making large wet circles in the dirt. Plop. Plop. The steamy, wet earth is intoxicating.
Caligraphy. Ink on paper. Loops and swirls, dots and drops. Curly Q’s, lovely letters linked.
The sweat fell to the floor, like tear drops. Small plops, as he stood there panting, having finished the last of his warm-up schedule with a spurt of energy, as if to try and stop the torrent of emotional rage from breaking out.
Drops of rain fell as I tried to remember what happened the night before. Don’t get me wrong, I know what happened, but I couldn’t wrap my head around it. It’s over. Really? Just like that. Two words and a 5 year relationship is done. Forever. Will I move on? I don’t know, but for now I’m just going to watch the rain.
There’s a dance all men know how to do. It’s a strange sort of jig, a jerky sort of dance. It’s a lose of control. It’s a desperate please. It is a lot of things, they say. It is a drop, a kick, and a crack. After all, dead men tell no tales.
when i look at him he drops his eyes. i think i know why. could it be he’s afraid i might see the lie that lives there cowered in the bottom corner, just beneath the pupil? there. there, do you see it? that…
the rain drops fall from the sky, plopping onto my head and running down my back. I am naked. This is the feeling of true liberation. I can feel the grass beneath my feet and relish in the feeling of mud between my toes.
i had some gum drops the other day and i did not like them like i did when i was a kid. i wish they had beer gum drops yea i like beer. mmmm you know what else is good, beer and bacon!
rain drops. that’s what i think about. i can’t type. but i can hear rain drops in my head. i don’t know where the time ends. i don’t want to end mid-sentence.
Lemon drops as sour as the puckered lips of a disapproving mother- in-law were piled high in a silver salver.
The teardrops made small rivers down her face, working their way down her cheeck, around the curves of her mouth, and hanging like stalactites on her chin, quivering for a few moments, then falling to the ground, shattering into tiny droplets. She sniffed, and wiped her hand over her eyes. She raised her eyes to the sky, with the sun shining, and sighed.
Rain drips. Rain drops. Falling from the sky it coats the Earth we take foot on, and machine on. We slip and we slide, and blame it all on the rain and the snow and the hail, all of which we have no say in, and never should.
Drops of rain fall on me. They wash away all the blah. They refresh and renew me. They make me feel like a kid again. No worries.
drop drop…crimson red. beautiful… why couldn’t I see it before…the beauty in the colour….why didn’t i give in before? let it happen…the drops, the only sound i here…then nothing….
“the point is for the cup to overflow” she says, and I wish I could believe it was so easy to make the drops appear, and for me to magically care, but it seems like there’s a barrier between me and my motivations and I wish I could jackhammer it in two but I have not the faintest idea how or even what to use as a jackhammer and that’s why it’s so hard to explain sometimes because for her, the hammer has always been there in her sheer force of will.
Tiny little drops dripping down the window pane wet and cold from the weather outside, weather that’s beating the side of the house with an icy fury as if it knows or understands what has gone on inside I suppose it wouldn’t be too much trouble to wipe the blood off the glass
glass drops fall from a paper sky shattering all over the black ground and making it dangerous to walk on, dangerous for the sensitive, vulnerable feet of mere humans who walk across this ground to get from place to place, place to place, day by broken day
There were drops all over the window. Skewing identical little worlds in a mass effect across; a shattering glass menagerie. The beauty of the whole moment was that the sprinkler reassessed and reformed this tiny universe once every thirty seconds. It was like watching Genesis, over and over and over again. Nathan felt like drinking his chocolate milk as quickly as possible.
i saw drops of rain drip drop cars going fast next to mr i hear splash and waters in my face i go home and clean it
Water, Oil. Blood. Holes. Tears. Cups. snow.
of rain in a bucket just like the dripping of time and space and the constant love of family and just like you with your obsessions and just like a million pieces floating around in space, just like i drop to my bed after
as i sit here watching the drops of rain drip down onto the window pain, i wonder how many drops have fallen in my lifetime.
well the first thing you’ll notice is that every sixth one lands on her face, and the others land on the back of the bathmat. Every twelve hundred and three one will land on your finger and every five hundred and five one will land in the ceiling. Every seventh one just plain disappears.
when it rains outside, i see raindrops all over the place. sometimes i think it is really pretty as they slide down the window. it reminds me of nature and how much i love the earth, greenery, the planet earth. even though it means sadness to most, it means happiness to me, because it reminds me of the beauty of the world.
I watched as slowly into the mist down below, the gold drops, twirling and catching the light, glinting and tempting one to reach after it, but it could only lead to disaster.
of sweat of rain that washes sweat away
It falls over and over, driving me crazy. Yet I somehow cannot take my eyes away from it. It is hypnotizing me, almost like my personal drug. Drip,
Little droplets of condensation trickled down the window in the steam, racing each other to reach the sill.
Sarah watched and sighed. She’d been racing her sister in this manner for years, always trying to keep one step ahead, and now she was dead.
raindrops keep falling on my head, acid drops, drops of jupiter in her hair, dam dropping, dropping some acid, dropping down a mine shaft, drops of blood on the tip of a finger, drops of red wine on a blouse.
Drops of tears fall from eyes. No, drops isn’t a big enough word. It’s a geyser. A torrential downpour. Drops are annoying, but they aren’t violent. It has been raining all winter. Please make it stop. It’s raining drops of blood from the sky..
The drops of water slid off of the icicles and landed in fat puddles on the ground. I sipped my juicebox, leaning against the wall.
Overall, the camp was very unexiting. The cabin roofs leaked, and those icicles seemed as if they were just dying to, well, make someone die. I sighed…at least they had good juice.
drops… things drop. like hats or dimes or balls. balls. they get dribbled, sometimes dropped. sometimes thrown and sometimes caught. now i feel like doctor seuss god thats odd. dammit i did it again. oh well. it reminds me of droplets by colbie callet, real good song i recommend you listen
The beam fro the streetlight illuminated your face as the drops of rain rested on your eyelashes.
You tried to blink me away.
You can close your eyes a million times,
I
still
won’t
budge.
the rain drops are falling throw the sky and hitting the wet asphalt like broken glass from a window. it tears throw my hair and face, much like a robber looking for valuables.