Emptying reminds me of the trashcan. I have to empty the trash can in order to throw more trash in it. Then sometimes it smells bad and you have to clean it out and it’s so annoying because you feel like you have to take a shower after then your day is wasted because it started by emptying the trash and ended in having to take a shower and get ready again.
Jessica Edwards
As the Imperial Star Destroyer in episode 5 was emptying it’s trash chute, the Millenium Falcon latched on to a piece of garbage. It then was followed by Boba Fett in Slave 1.
Zachary Williams
She emptied the pail of compost into the bin at the back of her yard, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. It was as hot as it had ever been and she was sick of it.
AL
Men very early made jars stand up nearly perpendicular….AND THEY WERE EMPTY. Sociology was lame. Now I’m just writing everything Emma says. Emma is beside me. She’s my best friend. Awwe, yayyy for best friends.
Irene
solemn and sad. but yet satisfying at times when you’ve done erasing all the burdens. but it will be sad if good memories go with it. not barren but simply to lessen. nervous
aya
Emptying everything.. All is gone now… No happiness to fill me up.. No sadness.. No anger..
All souls are free now. Free in the hands of the lord.
In the sky..
In the sky.
~Ella
Ella
As the words rush out, relief sweeps over me. I never thought that it would feel like this; I always forget, and hate myself for forgetting how -liberating- it is. Talking. Explaining. Relenting. Revealing. My pain. Everything that has happened. The words that have beaten me black and blue are now out in the open, and someone is there to listen and learn, learn what I’ve been keeping inside me until now. A rush of hope. They can help. I just need to explain, to admit my pain. Then it will be all over: The hollow sensation of loneliness, like no one realizes that you’re crying on the inside: The reason why I’m crying is….
emptying the trash sucks. we have too much trash in our universe. could it be something we could use someday for fuel? or would it be dirty fuel that would eat away at the ozone layer1000 times fast as traditional fuel?
amy
It’s about time to empty out my attic. Emptying everything.. My memories, happiness and sorrow… I don’t know why.. But you see an attic as storage.. I see it as imagination… and a place to store memories.
Ella
The water runs out, drop by drop, before the glass is empty. Not only empty, but void of all emotion- where a beautiful liquid that promised life once filled, now stood a wasteland of barren glass.
Karen
It was like emptying a sink full of dirty water. Letting those feelings go. Allowing those trickles and droplets – every last droplet – to flow, unheeded out of your life. But you did it. You did it because you knew that it was right, and good and necessary. You did it because he does not love you anymore… and you do not love him either. Not like before.
KellyH.
I feel this when I purge or when I miss you. Mostly at least once a day, sometimes more or less. But mostly, I feel it when you are gone. But then I realize you. are. always. gone. Because on that fateful day, you had to leave. It was what was best. But love, I miss you more than words could ever begin to explain. You were, are, gorgeous. Sweet spirit, sing!
Emptying a vase with a flower is not something nice. The flower needs an especific enviroment to grow healty, as well as proper sunlight and water. It cant be too much sun light either though, some plants are sensible.
Luisa
Purging was one of the few words I learned last school. As far as I can remember, we were talking about plays, Sophocles, and all those literature-related things. Purging is what literature and movies and television all do to their audience. Through stories, they help people unleash the beast in them, the monster eating their insides out. The feelings they can’t describe or name, media and entertainment do it for them. Movies, shows, books – they make us feel through sight and hearing, they make us feel connected to their characters. A part of us is always weaved in the stories of the shows we like.
Now, I guess, that’s similar to emptying, too. In the most simplest sense of the word, emptying is pretty much harvesting what an outsider has planted in us. Purging is somewhat similar – media carves out the exhaustion and sadness and grief our lives willingly offer us. Who does the harvesting? It can be you, or like purging, it can be movies, television shows, books. It can be paintings, music, and other shindigs. Do people still use that word, ‘shindigs’? I feel like this is too contrived, but I also think I’m just telling it like it is. Emptying is probably what I need right now.
That’s a different story. But emptying isn’t also a ‘stop’ sign, just because something is carved out of you, doesn’t mean it ends there. Sometimes, you get new feelings, ideas, you’re just somewhat refreshed. Good things come from good ideas, and occasionally bad ones, and it’s a vicious cycle. When these feelings get old and exhausting, you can count on your favorite drama show to make you feel feelings, and you can count on it to help you carve out whatever’s eating up your heart. But hey, that episode was brilliant! Ideas! New feelings! Why did Person A kick Person B on the shin? Confusion! Is Person X cheating on Person D? Is Person C actually Person A trying to be someone else?
These shows and forms of entertainment help us to bring out what we have a hard time formulating into words. But when we feel great, because, hey, no more worries about your dog pooping on your bed when you go on a vacation, there will always be new feelings and you can count on your favorite band to punch the lights out of these feelings.
Anna
One thing about summer is that my brain goes about emptying itself from everything except for sunlight, relaxing, Sonic Dr. Pepper floats and cherry limades, and reading. Reading and reading.
Lindsey
Lambo was in the kitchen, making cereal.
“Stupid cow, what are you doing?”
Lambo looked up, the adult hitman was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.
“Reborn…I didn’t see you there…”
“Stupid cow, if you were smart, you would realize that all the milk is emptied and gone.” A casual smirk graced his features as he continued to read his paper.
Lambo
Emptying my pockets and my life. I was to feel this emptiness go away, I miss him so much wish we could be together.i love him like there’s no tomorrow. But what are al these doubts and all these problems We are facing. Why do they exist.
Fatima
I like emptying the garbage becuase it makes the kitchen seem so much cleaner. Who wants to see and smell old food and waste all the time. And where I live, I have to worry about the bugs that a decaying garbage can attracts. I hate fruit flies with a passion. So, emptying the garbage makes me feel clean.
Jessi
that’s what I’ve spent the last few hours in the garage doing. There was the old paint and the old chest of drawers. There were three rusty shovels that should still work. A new home. Making way for the conversion. The baby. The nursery. The thing we always thought would happen that first night we ran into each other.
I am empty. I have little left on the inside. No energy, no hope, no faith. Just one foot in front of the other to get through another day. When all is gone, will there be a renewal or an abyss?
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She lay her sleep-tousled hair on his weary shoulder. Murmuring softly, her lips caressed the words “You’re a great, friend you know that? I can’t articulate how much I appreciate you.”
His sad smile couldn’t avoid marring his tone. “Is that a loaded comment?”
She didn’t seem to need to consider this, but then her thoughts had always run close to the surface. “Loaded with blanks, perhaps.”
The zestiness of her shampoo teased his subconscious, but he resisted the impulse to bury his nose in her silky curls.
“Inconsequential in itself, but significant enough to be in existence.”
He closed his eyes, spoke resignedly. “Then I guess you’ve emptied my arsenal.”
Jacklin
boxes cartons, my mind, your city into the sea, buffers tin, politicians out the back of a freight plane. the world of trash.
tom
emptying is a relief, it is screaming into a pillow, letting out anger , empyting the bins to make everything clean and fresh.
Emptying emotions, telling someone how you REALLY feel , telling them what has been on your mind . Emptying is allowing yourself to let go , expressing yourself.
sophie cresswell
I will empty all of the “trash” out of my life. I will empty all the clutter out of my life. Emptying…purging….I vow to myself to empty out all of the negitive thoughts that have been cluttering my head….these thoughts somehow manifest them self into my home and heart
You empty your soul on to a platter that holds nothing but your heart and your dreams and you wonder why things arent the way that they seem, your heart is empty youre through with caring, your time is over, youre done in this world.
Bryanna Lane
Emptying the boxes. I moved very recently. 5 days ago. The plan was to empty the old. To start new. Every boxed that I’ve emptied I re-packed in a different box and hid it away. The room was empty
the trash, the brain, the bladder. let’s get rid of the waste, emptying. and as you do remember to fill the emptiness with goodness, kindness, hope, love, charity. emptying the poison.
Carrie
nothing has ever done. everything just become very empty since you had nothing to do. you can always waiting to be filled with something, somehow it was wrong. but one day when you reach it, u can always be grateful. so go let it go your emptiness, and stop emptying.
anya
i was emptying the trash when i thought about emptying my mind
if i could just shake out all the old, crumby stuff and throw it in the dumpster i wouldn’t mind
but my mind refused to let go
so emptying seems to be impossible.
i wanna empty my thoughts onto paper
light them on fire
and see where they go
words travel
Emily Sirovy
emptying, feelings, hopes, dreams, false hopes and dreams. But the dreams should never really be emptied, even if they’re unattainable. false hope, that just pulls you down and stops you from moving.
Ren
Leona was emptying the litter box when she saw it. She screamed and jumped back, feline feces scattering over the small grey pebbles that adorned her paltry excuse for a garden.
Caroline
My dreams, my past. The things that bother me the most my anger and resentment in life I have be strong and empty all the useless voids and realize it WON’T HAPPEN. IT DOESN’T EXIST… there are far better things than holding on to wasted baggage and drama.
Reighven
i saw a water can which was emptying by its owner. i though what is the necessity to emptying it. he said something was inside it.
sushant
when you pour out a glass you are emptying it, when you speak emotion from your heart you are emptying your emotions, yet your emotions are never truly empty..therefor you can never empty your heart. How incredible of a thought.
emptiness does not exist.
HkB
As he was repeatedly receiving his punches and kicks, he started empyting his stomach of all of last night’s content; a feeling he had to come to know several times over the last few months as he encountered those men all across town.
Purging. All of the guilt for the horrible things she’d seen and done that day were coming out of her mouth and leaving her body forever. She could feel her concious becoming lighter, but her soul becoming empty. The person she was now sinking and sliding down the drain of the sink. Left in it’s place was someone hollow and cold.
Emptying is about finding inner peace and knowing your true self. Emptying is getting rid of all the pain and the heartache and maybe even happiness to be able to see further into your soul. All the while it is more of the inside than all the things that exist on the outside.
ara
An empty man, in the broken mirror, pieces glint and dazzle, nothing more than rivers, of glinting little razors, slicing to the heart. Apart from life-sick memories, and damages of other kinds, the emptiness finally empties and, something pours in.
Emptying reminds me of the trashcan. I have to empty the trash can in order to throw more trash in it. Then sometimes it smells bad and you have to clean it out and it’s so annoying because you feel like you have to take a shower after then your day is wasted because it started by emptying the trash and ended in having to take a shower and get ready again.
As the Imperial Star Destroyer in episode 5 was emptying it’s trash chute, the Millenium Falcon latched on to a piece of garbage. It then was followed by Boba Fett in Slave 1.
She emptied the pail of compost into the bin at the back of her yard, and wiped the sweat off her forehead with the back of her hand. It was as hot as it had ever been and she was sick of it.
Men very early made jars stand up nearly perpendicular….AND THEY WERE EMPTY. Sociology was lame. Now I’m just writing everything Emma says. Emma is beside me. She’s my best friend. Awwe, yayyy for best friends.
solemn and sad. but yet satisfying at times when you’ve done erasing all the burdens. but it will be sad if good memories go with it. not barren but simply to lessen. nervous
Emptying everything.. All is gone now… No happiness to fill me up.. No sadness.. No anger..
All souls are free now. Free in the hands of the lord.
In the sky..
In the sky.
~Ella
As the words rush out, relief sweeps over me. I never thought that it would feel like this; I always forget, and hate myself for forgetting how -liberating- it is. Talking. Explaining. Relenting. Revealing. My pain. Everything that has happened. The words that have beaten me black and blue are now out in the open, and someone is there to listen and learn, learn what I’ve been keeping inside me until now. A rush of hope. They can help. I just need to explain, to admit my pain. Then it will be all over: The hollow sensation of loneliness, like no one realizes that you’re crying on the inside: The reason why I’m crying is….
emptying the trash sucks. we have too much trash in our universe. could it be something we could use someday for fuel? or would it be dirty fuel that would eat away at the ozone layer1000 times fast as traditional fuel?
It’s about time to empty out my attic. Emptying everything.. My memories, happiness and sorrow… I don’t know why.. But you see an attic as storage.. I see it as imagination… and a place to store memories.
The water runs out, drop by drop, before the glass is empty. Not only empty, but void of all emotion- where a beautiful liquid that promised life once filled, now stood a wasteland of barren glass.
It was like emptying a sink full of dirty water. Letting those feelings go. Allowing those trickles and droplets – every last droplet – to flow, unheeded out of your life. But you did it. You did it because you knew that it was right, and good and necessary. You did it because he does not love you anymore… and you do not love him either. Not like before.
I feel this when I purge or when I miss you. Mostly at least once a day, sometimes more or less. But mostly, I feel it when you are gone. But then I realize you. are. always. gone. Because on that fateful day, you had to leave. It was what was best. But love, I miss you more than words could ever begin to explain. You were, are, gorgeous. Sweet spirit, sing!
Emptying a vase with a flower is not something nice. The flower needs an especific enviroment to grow healty, as well as proper sunlight and water. It cant be too much sun light either though, some plants are sensible.
Purging was one of the few words I learned last school. As far as I can remember, we were talking about plays, Sophocles, and all those literature-related things. Purging is what literature and movies and television all do to their audience. Through stories, they help people unleash the beast in them, the monster eating their insides out. The feelings they can’t describe or name, media and entertainment do it for them. Movies, shows, books – they make us feel through sight and hearing, they make us feel connected to their characters. A part of us is always weaved in the stories of the shows we like.
Now, I guess, that’s similar to emptying, too. In the most simplest sense of the word, emptying is pretty much harvesting what an outsider has planted in us. Purging is somewhat similar – media carves out the exhaustion and sadness and grief our lives willingly offer us. Who does the harvesting? It can be you, or like purging, it can be movies, television shows, books. It can be paintings, music, and other shindigs. Do people still use that word, ‘shindigs’? I feel like this is too contrived, but I also think I’m just telling it like it is. Emptying is probably what I need right now.
That’s a different story. But emptying isn’t also a ‘stop’ sign, just because something is carved out of you, doesn’t mean it ends there. Sometimes, you get new feelings, ideas, you’re just somewhat refreshed. Good things come from good ideas, and occasionally bad ones, and it’s a vicious cycle. When these feelings get old and exhausting, you can count on your favorite drama show to make you feel feelings, and you can count on it to help you carve out whatever’s eating up your heart. But hey, that episode was brilliant! Ideas! New feelings! Why did Person A kick Person B on the shin? Confusion! Is Person X cheating on Person D? Is Person C actually Person A trying to be someone else?
These shows and forms of entertainment help us to bring out what we have a hard time formulating into words. But when we feel great, because, hey, no more worries about your dog pooping on your bed when you go on a vacation, there will always be new feelings and you can count on your favorite band to punch the lights out of these feelings.
One thing about summer is that my brain goes about emptying itself from everything except for sunlight, relaxing, Sonic Dr. Pepper floats and cherry limades, and reading. Reading and reading.
Lambo was in the kitchen, making cereal.
“Stupid cow, what are you doing?”
Lambo looked up, the adult hitman was at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.
“Reborn…I didn’t see you there…”
“Stupid cow, if you were smart, you would realize that all the milk is emptied and gone.” A casual smirk graced his features as he continued to read his paper.
Emptying my pockets and my life. I was to feel this emptiness go away, I miss him so much wish we could be together.i love him like there’s no tomorrow. But what are al these doubts and all these problems We are facing. Why do they exist.
I like emptying the garbage becuase it makes the kitchen seem so much cleaner. Who wants to see and smell old food and waste all the time. And where I live, I have to worry about the bugs that a decaying garbage can attracts. I hate fruit flies with a passion. So, emptying the garbage makes me feel clean.
that’s what I’ve spent the last few hours in the garage doing. There was the old paint and the old chest of drawers. There were three rusty shovels that should still work. A new home. Making way for the conversion. The baby. The nursery. The thing we always thought would happen that first night we ran into each other.
changing something to nothing..!
I am empty. I have little left on the inside. No energy, no hope, no faith. Just one foot in front of the other to get through another day. When all is gone, will there be a renewal or an abyss?
She lay her sleep-tousled hair on his weary shoulder. Murmuring softly, her lips caressed the words “You’re a great, friend you know that? I can’t articulate how much I appreciate you.”
His sad smile couldn’t avoid marring his tone. “Is that a loaded comment?”
She didn’t seem to need to consider this, but then her thoughts had always run close to the surface. “Loaded with blanks, perhaps.”
The zestiness of her shampoo teased his subconscious, but he resisted the impulse to bury his nose in her silky curls.
“Inconsequential in itself, but significant enough to be in existence.”
He closed his eyes, spoke resignedly. “Then I guess you’ve emptied my arsenal.”
boxes cartons, my mind, your city into the sea, buffers tin, politicians out the back of a freight plane. the world of trash.
emptying is a relief, it is screaming into a pillow, letting out anger , empyting the bins to make everything clean and fresh.
Emptying emotions, telling someone how you REALLY feel , telling them what has been on your mind . Emptying is allowing yourself to let go , expressing yourself.
I will empty all of the “trash” out of my life. I will empty all the clutter out of my life. Emptying…purging….I vow to myself to empty out all of the negitive thoughts that have been cluttering my head….these thoughts somehow manifest them self into my home and heart
bags. hands. hearts. thoughts. brain. souls. feelings. lungs. wardrobes. shoes. life.
You empty your soul on to a platter that holds nothing but your heart and your dreams and you wonder why things arent the way that they seem, your heart is empty youre through with caring, your time is over, youre done in this world.
Emptying the boxes. I moved very recently. 5 days ago. The plan was to empty the old. To start new. Every boxed that I’ve emptied I re-packed in a different box and hid it away. The room was empty
the trash, the brain, the bladder. let’s get rid of the waste, emptying. and as you do remember to fill the emptiness with goodness, kindness, hope, love, charity. emptying the poison.
nothing has ever done. everything just become very empty since you had nothing to do. you can always waiting to be filled with something, somehow it was wrong. but one day when you reach it, u can always be grateful. so go let it go your emptiness, and stop emptying.
i was emptying the trash when i thought about emptying my mind
if i could just shake out all the old, crumby stuff and throw it in the dumpster i wouldn’t mind
but my mind refused to let go
so emptying seems to be impossible.
i wanna empty my thoughts onto paper
light them on fire
and see where they go
words travel
emptying, feelings, hopes, dreams, false hopes and dreams. But the dreams should never really be emptied, even if they’re unattainable. false hope, that just pulls you down and stops you from moving.
Leona was emptying the litter box when she saw it. She screamed and jumped back, feline feces scattering over the small grey pebbles that adorned her paltry excuse for a garden.
My dreams, my past. The things that bother me the most my anger and resentment in life I have be strong and empty all the useless voids and realize it WON’T HAPPEN. IT DOESN’T EXIST… there are far better things than holding on to wasted baggage and drama.
i saw a water can which was emptying by its owner. i though what is the necessity to emptying it. he said something was inside it.
when you pour out a glass you are emptying it, when you speak emotion from your heart you are emptying your emotions, yet your emotions are never truly empty..therefor you can never empty your heart. How incredible of a thought.
emptiness does not exist.
As he was repeatedly receiving his punches and kicks, he started empyting his stomach of all of last night’s content; a feeling he had to come to know several times over the last few months as he encountered those men all across town.
Purging. All of the guilt for the horrible things she’d seen and done that day were coming out of her mouth and leaving her body forever. She could feel her concious becoming lighter, but her soul becoming empty. The person she was now sinking and sliding down the drain of the sink. Left in it’s place was someone hollow and cold.
Emptying is about finding inner peace and knowing your true self. Emptying is getting rid of all the pain and the heartache and maybe even happiness to be able to see further into your soul. All the while it is more of the inside than all the things that exist on the outside.
An empty man, in the broken mirror, pieces glint and dazzle, nothing more than rivers, of glinting little razors, slicing to the heart. Apart from life-sick memories, and damages of other kinds, the emptiness finally empties and, something pours in.