She looked to the eastern skies, hoping to search for something, anything, anything real. She wanted to find a meaningful cloud, a symbolic tree, maybe a star that revealed the secrets of the universe, but all she saw was the rising sun, unyielding and meaningless.
living in the eastern part of the world is amazing . We’re full of colour, vibrance and culture. I often feel untouched by the weird perks of the Western world.
amashi de mel
She wants him in the Eastern way. Whatever that means. Maybe he’s the Western twin. The sunset to her sunrise, and their rendezvous time is high noon. Where the sky is blue and the grass is green, yes, it’s in this middling place where they’ll meet.
Horizon
UGH daylight savings time, time changes, eastern vs western time…it all befuddles me. I just want to stay awake and talk to my friends but if I am on the east coast, i need to sleep way before them and if on the west I am awake after them. I need to be in the middle I suppose.
I learned a lot about eastern people in history class, I am not sure what that means but hey I learned something. Anyways I havent been to the eastern part of the United States and I dont really want to go except for New York. Drink some beer and see the pretty New Years lights.
Heidi Castro
vs. western.
fights over land, words, doctrine.
we all question God
and claim to have the answer.
I walk in a garden and think on the past.
when worlds divided were exotic and amazing.
The eastern part of the United States is usually synonymous with soul-sucking suburban sights or actual changing weather. New York seems to be the shining beacon of “civilized” hope of this otherwise dreary region. Although, I do miss it so.
Nikki
Towards eastern is where my heart is. She marked my heart. Her soft speaking, her gracious movements, smartness and everything else. I would never love another again.
The eastern sea was filled with monsters, and one of them had eaten Aiden’s brother. Looking down into her smiling face, he raised his bow and arrow, prepared to make the final blow.
Magnolia
In the eastern district of Detriment, there was a street fair going on. On every corner, jesters dressed in jeans and polo shirts hopped on one foot to entice the tourists to enter dilapidated taverns and rundown restaurants to partake in beer and steak and steak and beer and both combined together. By the bus stop, a woman sold cigars. Near the alley, I was getting mugged.
Belinda Roddie
The horizon lifts,
But there is nothing left to illuminate.
Everything has gone.
Everything has gone.
Emma
the eastern coast of the u.s is my home. We are know as the crazy, the rude, and the “always in a rush”, here in new York. We are also, however, the dreamers, the randoms, and the ones who will show you how to have fun and make the most of a bad situation
im sick and tired of the same old thing. eastern cost tied down forever by the changing seasons and the rainy days that come and go. the times that ive dreamed of living somewhere else are now just a distant dream
Claire
AH Eastern far east east coast of us eastern mentality eastern breathe. The US East Coast and the Far East, East Asia are so immediately different in my mind, the Far East being more like the West Coast than the East not sure why I think that just that if I had the choice it seems like it would be that way, more expressive, more artistic, but maybe not refinement is everywhere. Me I prefer the Wesst so that is why I obfuscate so.
rebecca
The east coast of the United Stated. is my home. I’m proud of that. New York is the most famous city in the world and I live in the shadow of it. From our accents to our bagels and pizza, new York is my home and I don’t ever want to leave.
dani
We’re almost there, they said. But they said that yesterday and the day before that. I can almost see it, smell all the exotic spices and hear the jingling of bells that Gramma told us about in her stories, huddled around the campfire at night on this seemingly endless journey. “East,” she would say, as though the word tasted sweet on her tongue. “We’re going East.”
Eastern is the opposite of Western. It describes heading toward the right, usually, but only if you are facing the right direction. The Sun comes up on the west and sets on the east.
Kaylynn
The team approached from the east, so they would have the sun behind them as it rose. Three of them went in through the window, and the other two through the cellar door. None of them knew that their target had already fled, and had left a nasty little booby trap behind for them.
tonykeyesjapan
ugh.eastern europe. i hate the word, to much social studys involved, to irritating please never show me that word again i hate it!
sima kaur
eastern shores were always my deadline,
as i fight with you, a boy far gone
you took off, a roadtrip waiting to happen
the apple of my eye.
When we walked your dog i couldnt feel a thing,
now your texts are more than a figment of us
The eastern shore! The Eastern shore! what is it with that damned eastern shore. I can go anywhere to escape the pain. I just need to be out of here. why is my brain telling me the eastern shore? ahh… fuck it. let’s just go. no sense in telling it no. no sense in staying here. maybe there I won’t miss Kinyon so much…
whitney
The light slices from the eastern skies, assaulting my eyes and skin in a burst of fiery pain. Even knowing, as I do, that sunlight is now my enemy, the shock of it steals my breath. Another friend turned enemy … do I have any allies left besides the night sky?
sometimes I wonder how long I’ll be stuck on the eastern coast of this miserable country.
and sometimes I never want to leave.
mostly because of wawa.
mmm wawa.
Rayne
the eastern woodlands entrenched in my soul a living comfort
Liz
The sun rises in the east, but with every bit of daylight filtering itself through my single, curtain laden window, I can feel my stomach flipping itself over and over. I just want to push the sun back beneath the dark blanket of stars and clouds and chain it there forever. Today, as I’ve sprawled myself across my bed, watching the bright red numbers tick to six thirty, I’ve decided that I hate the sun, with all of my might, and it should just shove itself back into the eastern horizon and drown itself in the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, where nobody can see it.
I grew up on the east coast. Warm beaches, sunny skies, the beautiful Atlantic ocean – that’s home for me. No matter where I go or what I do, the east coast will always be my home.
Kristen
Frustrated!
nada
They lived on the eastern seaboard. Happy enough but the winters were getting too brutal to endure. Miami or maybe even Los Angeles would be the place to land. Yes, that’s the ticket, warm weather to ease the pain in the old bones.
the eastern winds prevailed pushing us into the west, with the sun. it was where stories were told.
Paul Atwood
the eastern island was so beautiful that me and my husband decided to go there for out honey moon. the visitation was short but it was all the time we needed to decide wherre we wanted to spend the days after are wedding. we weren’t very ‘beachy’ people, we preffered woodsy places and this was perfect.
Gillian
was a place i could call my home. temporarily i lived, thrived, and breathed eastern. The cold winter days, and the bitter nights. out by the gazebo, or walking home from class. Up high in my warm dorm room i would feel comfort in myself and my abilities
The lightning lit up the eastern sky like a camera flash. Maia yelped and snuggled further down into her duvet, trying desperately to ignore the shaking of the house. She thought she heard someone banging on her door but she ignored it and cocooned herself into her bed.
The eastern sky lit up like a flash on a camera as the storm shook the little cottage. Maia shivered, burrowing further under her duvet.
Milla
My sense of direction is twisted beyond repair
my eyes coated in wings of black
I slink through the sun
Kissing the hot sad with my teeth
Olivia Kingdon
Looking to the eastern side of the hill, I could see the sun just starting to rise on the horizon, the clouds sent a golden-pink hue by the first rays. A chill wind whipped up the hill and spun round us.
Angus Rose
The East Coast and West Coast were very different, Kevin Ryan had to keep reminding himself. As a man with many Irish relatives in Boston and who could throw a stone and hit an Irish pub, California was a bit of a culture shock. But, with his partner Esposito with him, showing him all the good Mexican restaurants and bars, it wasn’t so bad. Besides, it was insanely sexy to hear his partner on the streets, though not between the sheets, speak Spanish with such ease. He’d never tell Espo, for fear of getting punched in the face, but Kevin just loved flirting with local Hispanic dudes just to hear his partner curse them out in their native tongue.
he’d pointed east again for what had to have been third time within the hour. We’ve been lost for days, but no mater what, he swears East is the direction we’re destined for. East is where all our troubles will end.
She looked to the eastern skies, hoping to search for something, anything, anything real. She wanted to find a meaningful cloud, a symbolic tree, maybe a star that revealed the secrets of the universe, but all she saw was the rising sun, unyielding and meaningless.
living in the eastern part of the world is amazing . We’re full of colour, vibrance and culture. I often feel untouched by the weird perks of the Western world.
She wants him in the Eastern way. Whatever that means. Maybe he’s the Western twin. The sunset to her sunrise, and their rendezvous time is high noon. Where the sky is blue and the grass is green, yes, it’s in this middling place where they’ll meet.
UGH daylight savings time, time changes, eastern vs western time…it all befuddles me. I just want to stay awake and talk to my friends but if I am on the east coast, i need to sleep way before them and if on the west I am awake after them. I need to be in the middle I suppose.
I learned a lot about eastern people in history class, I am not sure what that means but hey I learned something. Anyways I havent been to the eastern part of the United States and I dont really want to go except for New York. Drink some beer and see the pretty New Years lights.
vs. western.
fights over land, words, doctrine.
we all question God
and claim to have the answer.
I walk in a garden and think on the past.
when worlds divided were exotic and amazing.
The eastern part of the United States is usually synonymous with soul-sucking suburban sights or actual changing weather. New York seems to be the shining beacon of “civilized” hope of this otherwise dreary region. Although, I do miss it so.
Towards eastern is where my heart is. She marked my heart. Her soft speaking, her gracious movements, smartness and everything else. I would never love another again.
East meets West. From the eastern side of the US the weather is harsher than that from the West.
The eastern sea was filled with monsters, and one of them had eaten Aiden’s brother. Looking down into her smiling face, he raised his bow and arrow, prepared to make the final blow.
In the eastern district of Detriment, there was a street fair going on. On every corner, jesters dressed in jeans and polo shirts hopped on one foot to entice the tourists to enter dilapidated taverns and rundown restaurants to partake in beer and steak and steak and beer and both combined together. By the bus stop, a woman sold cigars. Near the alley, I was getting mugged.
The horizon lifts,
But there is nothing left to illuminate.
Everything has gone.
Everything has gone.
the eastern coast of the u.s is my home. We are know as the crazy, the rude, and the “always in a rush”, here in new York. We are also, however, the dreamers, the randoms, and the ones who will show you how to have fun and make the most of a bad situation
im sick and tired of the same old thing. eastern cost tied down forever by the changing seasons and the rainy days that come and go. the times that ive dreamed of living somewhere else are now just a distant dream
AH Eastern far east east coast of us eastern mentality eastern breathe. The US East Coast and the Far East, East Asia are so immediately different in my mind, the Far East being more like the West Coast than the East not sure why I think that just that if I had the choice it seems like it would be that way, more expressive, more artistic, but maybe not refinement is everywhere. Me I prefer the Wesst so that is why I obfuscate so.
The east coast of the United Stated. is my home. I’m proud of that. New York is the most famous city in the world and I live in the shadow of it. From our accents to our bagels and pizza, new York is my home and I don’t ever want to leave.
We’re almost there, they said. But they said that yesterday and the day before that. I can almost see it, smell all the exotic spices and hear the jingling of bells that Gramma told us about in her stories, huddled around the campfire at night on this seemingly endless journey. “East,” she would say, as though the word tasted sweet on her tongue. “We’re going East.”
Eastern is the opposite of Western. It describes heading toward the right, usually, but only if you are facing the right direction. The Sun comes up on the west and sets on the east.
The team approached from the east, so they would have the sun behind them as it rose. Three of them went in through the window, and the other two through the cellar door. None of them knew that their target had already fled, and had left a nasty little booby trap behind for them.
ugh.eastern europe. i hate the word, to much social studys involved, to irritating please never show me that word again i hate it!
eastern shores were always my deadline,
as i fight with you, a boy far gone
you took off, a roadtrip waiting to happen
the apple of my eye.
When we walked your dog i couldnt feel a thing,
now your texts are more than a figment of us
The eastern shore! The Eastern shore! what is it with that damned eastern shore. I can go anywhere to escape the pain. I just need to be out of here. why is my brain telling me the eastern shore? ahh… fuck it. let’s just go. no sense in telling it no. no sense in staying here. maybe there I won’t miss Kinyon so much…
The light slices from the eastern skies, assaulting my eyes and skin in a burst of fiery pain. Even knowing, as I do, that sunlight is now my enemy, the shock of it steals my breath. Another friend turned enemy … do I have any allies left besides the night sky?
I hate going home. I drive for hours with sun slowly dying at my back, occasional glimmers shooting into the mirrors, slashing at my vision.
sometimes I wonder how long I’ll be stuck on the eastern coast of this miserable country.
and sometimes I never want to leave.
mostly because of wawa.
mmm wawa.
the eastern woodlands entrenched in my soul a living comfort
The sun rises in the east, but with every bit of daylight filtering itself through my single, curtain laden window, I can feel my stomach flipping itself over and over. I just want to push the sun back beneath the dark blanket of stars and clouds and chain it there forever. Today, as I’ve sprawled myself across my bed, watching the bright red numbers tick to six thirty, I’ve decided that I hate the sun, with all of my might, and it should just shove itself back into the eastern horizon and drown itself in the waters of the Atlantic Ocean, where nobody can see it.
I grew up on the east coast. Warm beaches, sunny skies, the beautiful Atlantic ocean – that’s home for me. No matter where I go or what I do, the east coast will always be my home.
Frustrated!
They lived on the eastern seaboard. Happy enough but the winters were getting too brutal to endure. Miami or maybe even Los Angeles would be the place to land. Yes, that’s the ticket, warm weather to ease the pain in the old bones.
the eastern winds prevailed pushing us into the west, with the sun. it was where stories were told.
the eastern island was so beautiful that me and my husband decided to go there for out honey moon. the visitation was short but it was all the time we needed to decide wherre we wanted to spend the days after are wedding. we weren’t very ‘beachy’ people, we preffered woodsy places and this was perfect.
was a place i could call my home. temporarily i lived, thrived, and breathed eastern. The cold winter days, and the bitter nights. out by the gazebo, or walking home from class. Up high in my warm dorm room i would feel comfort in myself and my abilities
She was born on the Eastern United States, but always wanted to travel out West. One day she will go she has promised herself that.
The lightning lit up the eastern sky like a camera flash. Maia yelped and snuggled further down into her duvet, trying desperately to ignore the shaking of the house. She thought she heard someone banging on her door but she ignored it and cocooned herself into her bed.
The eastern sky lit up like a flash on a camera as the storm shook the little cottage. Maia shivered, burrowing further under her duvet.
My sense of direction is twisted beyond repair
my eyes coated in wings of black
I slink through the sun
Kissing the hot sad with my teeth
Looking to the eastern side of the hill, I could see the sun just starting to rise on the horizon, the clouds sent a golden-pink hue by the first rays. A chill wind whipped up the hill and spun round us.
The East Coast and West Coast were very different, Kevin Ryan had to keep reminding himself. As a man with many Irish relatives in Boston and who could throw a stone and hit an Irish pub, California was a bit of a culture shock. But, with his partner Esposito with him, showing him all the good Mexican restaurants and bars, it wasn’t so bad. Besides, it was insanely sexy to hear his partner on the streets, though not between the sheets, speak Spanish with such ease. He’d never tell Espo, for fear of getting punched in the face, but Kevin just loved flirting with local Hispanic dudes just to hear his partner curse them out in their native tongue.
he’d pointed east again for what had to have been third time within the hour. We’ve been lost for days, but no mater what, he swears East is the direction we’re destined for. East is where all our troubles will end.