sometimes, i feel unoriginal,
but then i rethink,
my fingerprint makes me feel unique.
i’m like no other.
nicki
the fingerprint botanicals that I am taking promise to release me from my pent up anger and frustration, but I have had that all my life not just now that I am entering the ice flow age!
greedy
oh little sausage, your presence has left a fingerprint upon my heart and soul and will be forever noted. i love you, little sausage and i will never forget you even after you have gone. you are my everything, sausage, and i will forever love you.
amen.
spam!
oh little sausage, your presence has left a fingerprint upon my heart and soul and will be forever noted. i love you, little sausage and i will never forget you even after you have gone. you are my everything, sausage, and i will forever love you.
amen.
spam!
i have a fingerprint,
it can’t be changed.
it’s like no other.
sometimes, i feel unoriginal,
but then i rethink,
my fingerprint makes me feel unique.
i’m like no other.
nicki
i think i may have burned my fingerprints off. by grabbing a hot tea kettle, i have given away the only thing that makes me unique. how will they know who i am? if i am incarcerated, how will i be identified? ok, that was all a lie. but really, that would suck.
hava
It wasn’t my fingerprint on that gun. I was sure of that. I hadn’t touched it.
I was sure.
I saw her blood. And I ran. And I ran.
I didn’t do it. Why would I do it? She was the only good thing in my life.
But somehow they can prove I did it. With one fingerprint. Not mine though. I am sure of it.
Nell
the fingerprint botanicals that I am taking promise to release me from my pent up anger and frustration, but I have had that all my life not just now that I am entering the ice flow age!
greedy
Your hand reaches my face
and I wish that the fingerprints left there
would not only identify you
but your motives as well.
Why would you look at me that way with your hands?
and touch me that way with your eyes
unless you fell in my heart?
Steph B
The fingerprint lingers on the old table I own.
Marked with creases and lines of unknown.
I feel the melancholy its owner may be having.
I can tell from its frown.
Olivia Griselda
i don’t remember fingerpainting. we have pictures on the walls, pictures on the fridge, but i can never recall a time with palms immersed in red and rainbows. i see them, but i don’t believe. maybe we stole them from some other child. maybe my parents made them just to pretend
jujubean
Interesting and often inconvenient way to leave your mark on the world. Fortunately records aren’t kept on people who haven’t commited crimes before, so I’m fine for the moment.
Josh
fingerprints tell a lot about poeple because they are unique. even twins dont have fingerprints that are alike. fingerprints can catch criminals because everyone has a fingerprint and you can’t get rid of them although some people shave them off to change identties but i dont know how that works. in taking lives the guy does that and he kills people then takes their identity so people dont catch him becuase no one realizes someone died.
Melanie
Fingerprints are unique and indiviual to one person in the whole world. It makes the world feel like a big place. Fingerprints can identfy you from everyone else. The intriqute lines that can turn into art.
Julie
before you know it the id that you brought with you is on the ground and your face soon follows because now they really have you, not just knowledge of you but your corporeal self, nothing that you can do to stop it now.
memeboy
The thing on the bottom of my finger. Supposedly you can’t burn it off. But if I could,, if I could erase the evidence that I had touched that thing on my desk, would it make a spark of difference somewhere, somehow? Not likely. I would like to think I matter a little more than my dusty, filmy fingerprint alone. But who can say for sure?
Alyssa
messy hands clues criminal dust identity children windows
jenne
Fingerprints cross the surface of my mind
where lives have touched mine
I treasure the experiences I’ve gained
Fingerprints.
Girlie
Fingerprint. It represents my entire being. Who I am. What I am. What I’ve been, what I’ll become. My fingerprints have always been and will always be the same. But I am always changing. What a lie my fingerprints are.
Valerie
my fingerprint is unique
sara
a finger print is what sets us apart from everyone else. a figerprint is what makes us unique and gives us our identity. not even twins have the sae fingerprint! God gave them to us so we can be set apart et still bound together
A.G
a finger print is what sets us apart from everyone else. a figerprint is what makes us unique and gives us our identity. not even twins have the sae fingerprint! God gave them to us so we can be set apart et still bound together
A.G
it is the thing that makes us all unique, yet we often wear the fingerprints of others who have touched us in positive and negative ways in the past. who has our fingerprint? is it a good one, or a bad one? who are we going to impact and mark in the future…
andy
touching nothing but dirty souls ever present why can’t i delete myself from this proof that life is permanently fucked
mesm
different – for everyone. No ones’ is the same, not even identical twins. How cool is that. But sometimes you can rid of your fingerprints – like burn them off and such.
Sweetz
the only thing you own that’s yours.
it’s legitimately yours,
unless you have a clone of yourself, or had them burned off, but even then it is quite impossible that no one else has yours. =]
ammmes
fingerprint
eric
Tip-tapping my fingers on the counter, i left quite a few fingerprint stains…Where’s my caffeine?!!
sab
the fingerprints stood out in the flour on the kitchen counter. Whoever had been here was not being careful. What would we encounter as we went farther into the house?
Becky
the fingerprint has no place in a house with nothing in it. it doesn’t matter because people can’t steal. so in the poor house no one cares about your fingerprint or mine. they don’t even care if the skin is calloused as theirs already is.
Damien
fingerprint
nikki
a sign of your passing
stamped uniquely on the table
write me a message with your footprints
and dance in time-lapse with me when I’m not here
patrick
staring at the fingerprint
she doesnt think too hard
she’d recognize it anywhere
even without his beautiful stare
but as she presses her finger to the glass
the shiny one with fingerprints
she can only start to wonder
where the hell the pretty boy went
she sometimes thinks “i miss you dear”
and closes her eyes tight
and then come the morning
she’ll here him in her ear.
anna rae
staring at the fingerprint
she doesnt think too hard
she’d recognize it anywhere
even without his beautiful stare
but as she presses her finger to the glass
the shiny one with fingerprints
she can only start to wonder
where the hell the pretty boy went
she sometimes thinks “i miss you dear”
and closes her eyes tight
and then come the morning
she’ll here him in her ear.
anna rae
one word..hmmm what is one word. one word can mean soo many things, but we think of it as something simple. one word can be all that it takes to destroy or change someone’s life.
Starfire
My fingers skim across the key board. Leaving marks each time they press against the lukewarm hard plastic.
Faisal
It’s as though i could feel each and every line as her hand gripped mine. Each and ever tiny curvature, each peak, each valley. It’s as though her fingerprints were searing themselves into my skin, and by god, i never wanted to let go.
slice
It’s as though i could feel each and every line as her hand gripped mine. Each and ever tiny curvature, each peak, each valley. It’s as though her fingerprints were searing themselves into my skin, and by god, i never wanted to let go.
slice
I left tiny, lopsided fingerprints in the blood. She shouldn’t have laughed like that! She just laughed and laughed, and I wasn’t sure what else to do. I ought to paint a picture with it, or something, to memorialize her.
Matthew
My fingers have prints. If I were to murder someone, my fingerprints would be one of the things used to track me down to punish me.
You are able to burn off your fingerprints. If I were to murder someone, I might burn my fingerprints off in order to stay away from the law, temporarily.
i have a fingerprint,
it can’t be changed.
it’s like no other.
sometimes, i feel unoriginal,
but then i rethink,
my fingerprint makes me feel unique.
i’m like no other.
the fingerprint botanicals that I am taking promise to release me from my pent up anger and frustration, but I have had that all my life not just now that I am entering the ice flow age!
oh little sausage, your presence has left a fingerprint upon my heart and soul and will be forever noted. i love you, little sausage and i will never forget you even after you have gone. you are my everything, sausage, and i will forever love you.
amen.
oh little sausage, your presence has left a fingerprint upon my heart and soul and will be forever noted. i love you, little sausage and i will never forget you even after you have gone. you are my everything, sausage, and i will forever love you.
amen.
i have a fingerprint,
it can’t be changed.
it’s like no other.
sometimes, i feel unoriginal,
but then i rethink,
my fingerprint makes me feel unique.
i’m like no other.
i think i may have burned my fingerprints off. by grabbing a hot tea kettle, i have given away the only thing that makes me unique. how will they know who i am? if i am incarcerated, how will i be identified? ok, that was all a lie. but really, that would suck.
It wasn’t my fingerprint on that gun. I was sure of that. I hadn’t touched it.
I was sure.
I saw her blood. And I ran. And I ran.
I didn’t do it. Why would I do it? She was the only good thing in my life.
But somehow they can prove I did it. With one fingerprint. Not mine though. I am sure of it.
the fingerprint botanicals that I am taking promise to release me from my pent up anger and frustration, but I have had that all my life not just now that I am entering the ice flow age!
Your hand reaches my face
and I wish that the fingerprints left there
would not only identify you
but your motives as well.
Why would you look at me that way with your hands?
and touch me that way with your eyes
unless you fell in my heart?
The fingerprint lingers on the old table I own.
Marked with creases and lines of unknown.
I feel the melancholy its owner may be having.
I can tell from its frown.
i don’t remember fingerpainting. we have pictures on the walls, pictures on the fridge, but i can never recall a time with palms immersed in red and rainbows. i see them, but i don’t believe. maybe we stole them from some other child. maybe my parents made them just to pretend
Interesting and often inconvenient way to leave your mark on the world. Fortunately records aren’t kept on people who haven’t commited crimes before, so I’m fine for the moment.
fingerprints tell a lot about poeple because they are unique. even twins dont have fingerprints that are alike. fingerprints can catch criminals because everyone has a fingerprint and you can’t get rid of them although some people shave them off to change identties but i dont know how that works. in taking lives the guy does that and he kills people then takes their identity so people dont catch him becuase no one realizes someone died.
Fingerprints are unique and indiviual to one person in the whole world. It makes the world feel like a big place. Fingerprints can identfy you from everyone else. The intriqute lines that can turn into art.
before you know it the id that you brought with you is on the ground and your face soon follows because now they really have you, not just knowledge of you but your corporeal self, nothing that you can do to stop it now.
The thing on the bottom of my finger. Supposedly you can’t burn it off. But if I could,, if I could erase the evidence that I had touched that thing on my desk, would it make a spark of difference somewhere, somehow? Not likely. I would like to think I matter a little more than my dusty, filmy fingerprint alone. But who can say for sure?
messy hands clues criminal dust identity children windows
Fingerprints cross the surface of my mind
where lives have touched mine
I treasure the experiences I’ve gained
Fingerprints.
Fingerprint. It represents my entire being. Who I am. What I am. What I’ve been, what I’ll become. My fingerprints have always been and will always be the same. But I am always changing. What a lie my fingerprints are.
my fingerprint is unique
a finger print is what sets us apart from everyone else. a figerprint is what makes us unique and gives us our identity. not even twins have the sae fingerprint! God gave them to us so we can be set apart et still bound together
a finger print is what sets us apart from everyone else. a figerprint is what makes us unique and gives us our identity. not even twins have the sae fingerprint! God gave them to us so we can be set apart et still bound together
it is the thing that makes us all unique, yet we often wear the fingerprints of others who have touched us in positive and negative ways in the past. who has our fingerprint? is it a good one, or a bad one? who are we going to impact and mark in the future…
touching nothing but dirty souls ever present why can’t i delete myself from this proof that life is permanently fucked
different – for everyone. No ones’ is the same, not even identical twins. How cool is that. But sometimes you can rid of your fingerprints – like burn them off and such.
the only thing you own that’s yours.
it’s legitimately yours,
unless you have a clone of yourself, or had them burned off, but even then it is quite impossible that no one else has yours. =]
fingerprint
Tip-tapping my fingers on the counter, i left quite a few fingerprint stains…Where’s my caffeine?!!
the fingerprints stood out in the flour on the kitchen counter. Whoever had been here was not being careful. What would we encounter as we went farther into the house?
the fingerprint has no place in a house with nothing in it. it doesn’t matter because people can’t steal. so in the poor house no one cares about your fingerprint or mine. they don’t even care if the skin is calloused as theirs already is.
fingerprint
a sign of your passing
stamped uniquely on the table
write me a message with your footprints
and dance in time-lapse with me when I’m not here
staring at the fingerprint
she doesnt think too hard
she’d recognize it anywhere
even without his beautiful stare
but as she presses her finger to the glass
the shiny one with fingerprints
she can only start to wonder
where the hell the pretty boy went
she sometimes thinks “i miss you dear”
and closes her eyes tight
and then come the morning
she’ll here him in her ear.
staring at the fingerprint
she doesnt think too hard
she’d recognize it anywhere
even without his beautiful stare
but as she presses her finger to the glass
the shiny one with fingerprints
she can only start to wonder
where the hell the pretty boy went
she sometimes thinks “i miss you dear”
and closes her eyes tight
and then come the morning
she’ll here him in her ear.
one word..hmmm what is one word. one word can mean soo many things, but we think of it as something simple. one word can be all that it takes to destroy or change someone’s life.
My fingers skim across the key board. Leaving marks each time they press against the lukewarm hard plastic.
It’s as though i could feel each and every line as her hand gripped mine. Each and ever tiny curvature, each peak, each valley. It’s as though her fingerprints were searing themselves into my skin, and by god, i never wanted to let go.
It’s as though i could feel each and every line as her hand gripped mine. Each and ever tiny curvature, each peak, each valley. It’s as though her fingerprints were searing themselves into my skin, and by god, i never wanted to let go.
I left tiny, lopsided fingerprints in the blood. She shouldn’t have laughed like that! She just laughed and laughed, and I wasn’t sure what else to do. I ought to paint a picture with it, or something, to memorialize her.
My fingers have prints. If I were to murder someone, my fingerprints would be one of the things used to track me down to punish me.
You are able to burn off your fingerprints. If I were to murder someone, I might burn my fingerprints off in order to stay away from the law, temporarily.