dull is something that everyone should appreciate; without dull, nothing would be exciting; without excitement, life would not be worth living. dull is something that makes us recognize good times from bad times
Leyla13
my english teacher is mind numbingly dull. he drones on and on and never says anything. he makes the best subject the worst class and i can hardly help falling asleep. it is appalling. if I were an english teacher, i would not be dull.
taylor
my brain is not as sharp as it used to be. i don’t know what happened sometime during elementary school or middle school. i just stopped trying so hard. i got lazy and my senses were dull. now college is just terrifying and i’m sitting here stumbling instead of reading as i should be. i don’t know how to sharpen myself.
I had a pretty dull day today. No wait, I definitely did not. It was not dull at all. I burnt my grilled cheese sandwich which made my hair smell like smoke and I had a miserable time at work. That’s not so dull, I guess. I’d take dull over days like this though.
Stevanie
gray
time passes, trickles
soft hissing
the falling sand
there it goes
Dice
He walked alone, down the dark and windy road.
Solely he walked.
He didn’t talk.
Because there was nobody around.
The greys and blacks surround,
and the worries began to amount to a mound of worry.
And he worried until he got home.
And then he didn’t worry anymore.
Dull. But who really cares? The man was home, and had his home, and had his life and wife. And that was enough.
she thought the car should be shiny
i mean, that was her initial reaction
shouldnt all cars be shiny
not this one
dammit she thought
damn it
dull
Jean
Sometimes I wonder if the axe in the shed will get dull. I put it to very good use. There is usually a sunlight that hits me in the early morning that draws me over there. The grass is tall, and it brushes coarsely at my side as I walk to it. Ever still I know that I’ll reach the shed, and inside of it is what I was looking for. One of these days the axe will becomes useless, but for now, its mine.
Cameron
The dullness of her pasty features were just as attractive as her bright red lipstick and seafoam eyes. Her ghostly complexion was angelic in it’s own way.
The old basement seems to be merely filled with useless trunks and cob webs
but when we were kids it was full of adventure, memories ran wild. I still see the excitement once and a while glistening. But everyone else tells it off as dull.
there once was a very dull boy. his family did not love him because he was so boring. he had no friends because nobody wanted to talk to him. anyone who did instantly fell asleep. he couldn’t sleep at night unless he started talking to himself. he was very sad.
Heren Alanis
Dull. Dullard. That’s what they call me. But they never try to look beyond that. It’s not like I’m specifically trying to do or be something that I’m not. I’m just being me. I’m not like them, pretending and trying to be something that I’m not.
Acting as if my world will fall apart if anyone should dare catch a glimpse of the dreaded truth that I am, in fact, a normal, boring person, just like every other human being on planet Earth.
One of these days, I’m going to show them. Then they’ll have to eat every word.
my life is dull. your life is dull. we are all dull.
cici
it wa just the most unforgiving time in the dead of summer. no plans no wind no air..no friends no work…no inspiration …the air seem to have been crafted of putty, then left to dry on the windowsill a little too long. and there was no end in sight…
Heather Bentley
my life was dull until you came into the world. you turned my life upside down and I can finally smile again. Dullness is no longer a part of who I am, but a part of who I was. Thanks to you, my light, my day, my peace.
I don’t want to hear about the latest edition of your weekly mag
I don’t want to hear about the going’s on of your neighbourhood
I don’t want to know about better behaved children
I don’t want to know about other’s latest material acquisitions
It’s dull I tell you; dull, dull, double dull!
neanymac
The pain in his chest felt like it could never be fixed. Her words cut deep. He had felt the feeling so often before, but each time it left a deeper cut. He had tried everything, yet each time he failed, the fire still kept burning for her.
The knife needs to be sharpened. Where can I find the whetting stone to help fine-tune my thoughts and processes? My mind is always being blunted by second guesses.
Dull, it’s a simple word. With the meaning of uneventful and boring. My life seems dull to others,I live a routine, but to me, it’s all I have so it is everything.
Lauren
Dull is lame and silly and stupid. Like who would want to be dull? It’s boring. It’s no fun. I don’t want to be dull. I want to be exciting. I want to have an adventure. I want to live. I want to create memories. I want to enjoy myself.
Marlena Bagley
The knife couldn’t cut the bread, so we broke it into pieces and ate it in chunks, thick sourdough soaking in our mouths and sweetening our tongues. We didn’t have butter or anything to top it with, but it tasted so good that it felt like we didn’t need it.
You passed me the bottle of wine we had stolen from Jonathan’s vineyard. I took a long drink. It tasted like your lips.
Belinda Roddie
smooth & uncomplicated
worn & worn out
swimming downstream
bored. annoying to listen to. sad. depressed. unappealing. not very exciting. dealth. end of all life.
matt
When I have to sit through an hour and a half of incessant rantings about a string of numbers that do not even pertain to my life in the future. As if I will use logarthims in the future. No, thank you. Math classes are just not for me. I call them my “second bedtimes”. not really. but i wish i did.
Sarah
the lustre on my newly cast ring was dull. tedious polishing renewed its’ shine.
debbie
I hope you don’t find me dull for still having problems. I’m still human.
Don’t forget that it is still your choice to listen to those problems.
laughalot
HA. Ironic. I just wrote in my facebook status today that there is “never a dull moment” with all of the studying I have to do. I want a nice break for just a few days where I don’t have to stress about studying for a quiz or exam. This semester is just so busy and it is beginning to take its toll on me. Argh. I just want to scream. I just want to see my family. For once in my life, I want my life to be DULL.
Teeps
I raise the dull pencil from my worksheet. I. Hate. Biology. So. Much. My teacher strides silently around the room, gawking at us all as we write page upon page of notes on the most boring of boring subjects. I almost fell asleep. Seriously. No lie.
I stare at pencil for a few moments, noticing how dull the end is. I robotically rise up from my chair and walk across the room to sharpen my pencil, sighing.
Isabella
He’s never been interesting.
What with his pale skin and dark hair and eyes that look like they’ve never seen anything worth the pain. He travels through life with no purpose, full of routine.
He brushes his teeth three times a day, digging bristles into white teeth and pink gums.
He dresses in a grey suit; grey because its nice but not as formal as black. White shirt. Black tie. Briefcase, straight back, dead eyes.
I think everyone I interact with is dull. None of them have an imagination. I spend hours just thinking up new things, while they just play games and gossip. Dull things. I wish people weren’t so dull. That way I could interact happily with more of them.
Victoria
The morning was gray, the horizon lined with fog. The city was somewhat busy for a Saturday. People were running about, hopping on and off the trolley as it stopped at its stops, and honked its rather annoying horn.
Jahron
eyes clouded over with something that is nothing but cannot be felt as shrouded in the midst of not living is this place this place this place where am i? i cannot i cannot i c a n n o t find my way
becki wilson
i feel as if that this is my life. Just on a pause, that is all. If I could reach out…I am trying to reach out and become INVOLVED. I have been a part of something bigger for so long, that I now feel that I am dull, unobtrusive. I have lost a sense of part, but I firmly believe that I am in the throes of a new journey.
Brittany
The knife was dull. It was obvious. But the moth king did not mind. He carried away all the men who may be bothered by the state of the great weapon and fed them to the great feasting beast. It also, was dull, though only in color and not in edge. He swallowed them whole, demanding the large knife in return for his deeds.
Shree
Dull rhymes with gull. seagulls live by the sea and they fly in the sky. There are clouds in the sky. clouds are white, i am white i am not racist, because i love all people.. but i like cool people
Lilac
The life of a noblewoman is very dull.
You sit, and talk to other nobles. Attend parties and important affairs. Get married and live happily every after. Worst life ever.
I’d much rather be traveling, throwing knives, or using my little brother as target practice.
My life is so dull.
(kudos to whoever can guess what Avatar:The Last Airbender character this is.)
DULL MY LIFE IS DULL. all i do is stare at the dull bed above my head while i sleep. when things are dull they are grey- like my grandma’s hair when she doesnt dye it. grey is grey and grey is dull. and that made sense to me so ha! i dont care what any of you think because i have a pineapple!
ophelia patterson
The contrary to shine
ethelwaldo
i woke up and the sun wasnt as bringht as it usually was. i couldnt find it in me to enjoy it for some reason, today aof all days. maybe this is a sign i shouldnt marry her, i love her but it doent feel right
malia
Its like a cool dark place. Dull in fact and I cant escape my fate, its gonna bite me in the ass. And I cant even bare to admit your wrong. I loved you from the start, time to move on.
dull is something that everyone should appreciate; without dull, nothing would be exciting; without excitement, life would not be worth living. dull is something that makes us recognize good times from bad times
my english teacher is mind numbingly dull. he drones on and on and never says anything. he makes the best subject the worst class and i can hardly help falling asleep. it is appalling. if I were an english teacher, i would not be dull.
my brain is not as sharp as it used to be. i don’t know what happened sometime during elementary school or middle school. i just stopped trying so hard. i got lazy and my senses were dull. now college is just terrifying and i’m sitting here stumbling instead of reading as i should be. i don’t know how to sharpen myself.
I had a pretty dull day today. No wait, I definitely did not. It was not dull at all. I burnt my grilled cheese sandwich which made my hair smell like smoke and I had a miserable time at work. That’s not so dull, I guess. I’d take dull over days like this though.
gray
time passes, trickles
soft hissing
the falling sand
there it goes
He walked alone, down the dark and windy road.
Solely he walked.
He didn’t talk.
Because there was nobody around.
The greys and blacks surround,
and the worries began to amount to a mound of worry.
And he worried until he got home.
And then he didn’t worry anymore.
Dull. But who really cares? The man was home, and had his home, and had his life and wife. And that was enough.
she thought the car should be shiny
i mean, that was her initial reaction
shouldnt all cars be shiny
not this one
dammit she thought
damn it
dull
Sometimes I wonder if the axe in the shed will get dull. I put it to very good use. There is usually a sunlight that hits me in the early morning that draws me over there. The grass is tall, and it brushes coarsely at my side as I walk to it. Ever still I know that I’ll reach the shed, and inside of it is what I was looking for. One of these days the axe will becomes useless, but for now, its mine.
The dullness of her pasty features were just as attractive as her bright red lipstick and seafoam eyes. Her ghostly complexion was angelic in it’s own way.
The old basement seems to be merely filled with useless trunks and cob webs
but when we were kids it was full of adventure, memories ran wild. I still see the excitement once and a while glistening. But everyone else tells it off as dull.
there once was a very dull boy. his family did not love him because he was so boring. he had no friends because nobody wanted to talk to him. anyone who did instantly fell asleep. he couldn’t sleep at night unless he started talking to himself. he was very sad.
Dull. Dullard. That’s what they call me. But they never try to look beyond that. It’s not like I’m specifically trying to do or be something that I’m not. I’m just being me. I’m not like them, pretending and trying to be something that I’m not.
Acting as if my world will fall apart if anyone should dare catch a glimpse of the dreaded truth that I am, in fact, a normal, boring person, just like every other human being on planet Earth.
One of these days, I’m going to show them. Then they’ll have to eat every word.
my life is dull. your life is dull. we are all dull.
it wa just the most unforgiving time in the dead of summer. no plans no wind no air..no friends no work…no inspiration …the air seem to have been crafted of putty, then left to dry on the windowsill a little too long. and there was no end in sight…
my life was dull until you came into the world. you turned my life upside down and I can finally smile again. Dullness is no longer a part of who I am, but a part of who I was. Thanks to you, my light, my day, my peace.
I don’t want to hear about the latest edition of your weekly mag
I don’t want to hear about the going’s on of your neighbourhood
I don’t want to know about better behaved children
I don’t want to know about other’s latest material acquisitions
It’s dull I tell you; dull, dull, double dull!
The pain in his chest felt like it could never be fixed. Her words cut deep. He had felt the feeling so often before, but each time it left a deeper cut. He had tried everything, yet each time he failed, the fire still kept burning for her.
The knife needs to be sharpened. Where can I find the whetting stone to help fine-tune my thoughts and processes? My mind is always being blunted by second guesses.
Dull, it’s a simple word. With the meaning of uneventful and boring. My life seems dull to others,I live a routine, but to me, it’s all I have so it is everything.
Dull is lame and silly and stupid. Like who would want to be dull? It’s boring. It’s no fun. I don’t want to be dull. I want to be exciting. I want to have an adventure. I want to live. I want to create memories. I want to enjoy myself.
The knife couldn’t cut the bread, so we broke it into pieces and ate it in chunks, thick sourdough soaking in our mouths and sweetening our tongues. We didn’t have butter or anything to top it with, but it tasted so good that it felt like we didn’t need it.
You passed me the bottle of wine we had stolen from Jonathan’s vineyard. I took a long drink. It tasted like your lips.
smooth & uncomplicated
worn & worn out
swimming downstream
bored. annoying to listen to. sad. depressed. unappealing. not very exciting. dealth. end of all life.
When I have to sit through an hour and a half of incessant rantings about a string of numbers that do not even pertain to my life in the future. As if I will use logarthims in the future. No, thank you. Math classes are just not for me. I call them my “second bedtimes”. not really. but i wish i did.
the lustre on my newly cast ring was dull. tedious polishing renewed its’ shine.
I hope you don’t find me dull for still having problems. I’m still human.
Don’t forget that it is still your choice to listen to those problems.
HA. Ironic. I just wrote in my facebook status today that there is “never a dull moment” with all of the studying I have to do. I want a nice break for just a few days where I don’t have to stress about studying for a quiz or exam. This semester is just so busy and it is beginning to take its toll on me. Argh. I just want to scream. I just want to see my family. For once in my life, I want my life to be DULL.
I raise the dull pencil from my worksheet. I. Hate. Biology. So. Much. My teacher strides silently around the room, gawking at us all as we write page upon page of notes on the most boring of boring subjects. I almost fell asleep. Seriously. No lie.
I stare at pencil for a few moments, noticing how dull the end is. I robotically rise up from my chair and walk across the room to sharpen my pencil, sighing.
He’s never been interesting.
What with his pale skin and dark hair and eyes that look like they’ve never seen anything worth the pain. He travels through life with no purpose, full of routine.
He brushes his teeth three times a day, digging bristles into white teeth and pink gums.
He dresses in a grey suit; grey because its nice but not as formal as black. White shirt. Black tie. Briefcase, straight back, dead eyes.
I think everyone I interact with is dull. None of them have an imagination. I spend hours just thinking up new things, while they just play games and gossip. Dull things. I wish people weren’t so dull. That way I could interact happily with more of them.
The morning was gray, the horizon lined with fog. The city was somewhat busy for a Saturday. People were running about, hopping on and off the trolley as it stopped at its stops, and honked its rather annoying horn.
eyes clouded over with something that is nothing but cannot be felt as shrouded in the midst of not living is this place this place this place where am i? i cannot i cannot i c a n n o t find my way
i feel as if that this is my life. Just on a pause, that is all. If I could reach out…I am trying to reach out and become INVOLVED. I have been a part of something bigger for so long, that I now feel that I am dull, unobtrusive. I have lost a sense of part, but I firmly believe that I am in the throes of a new journey.
The knife was dull. It was obvious. But the moth king did not mind. He carried away all the men who may be bothered by the state of the great weapon and fed them to the great feasting beast. It also, was dull, though only in color and not in edge. He swallowed them whole, demanding the large knife in return for his deeds.
Dull rhymes with gull. seagulls live by the sea and they fly in the sky. There are clouds in the sky. clouds are white, i am white i am not racist, because i love all people.. but i like cool people
The life of a noblewoman is very dull.
You sit, and talk to other nobles. Attend parties and important affairs. Get married and live happily every after. Worst life ever.
I’d much rather be traveling, throwing knives, or using my little brother as target practice.
My life is so dull.
(kudos to whoever can guess what Avatar:The Last Airbender character this is.)
DULL MY LIFE IS DULL. all i do is stare at the dull bed above my head while i sleep. when things are dull they are grey- like my grandma’s hair when she doesnt dye it. grey is grey and grey is dull. and that made sense to me so ha! i dont care what any of you think because i have a pineapple!
The contrary to shine
i woke up and the sun wasnt as bringht as it usually was. i couldnt find it in me to enjoy it for some reason, today aof all days. maybe this is a sign i shouldnt marry her, i love her but it doent feel right
Its like a cool dark place. Dull in fact and I cant escape my fate, its gonna bite me in the ass. And I cant even bare to admit your wrong. I loved you from the start, time to move on.