I can still feel the burning thrill
from where your hand last brushed me,
and goodness,
I feel it so much that
I imagine that tomorrow
I’ll wake with a small burn, a deep claim.
Your print:
a few spirally whorls and slender lines
twisted in an oval
that brands me.
I’m yours,
and you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Helenn
my life is a lie, and all I have to leave behind is my whispering deathrattle and my fingerprints
amanda naylor
Like police officers. They find some guys fingerprint on a piece of paper…or something. Then he goes to court and goes to jail. He’ll probably get prison raped. Once he get’s out he’ll be haunted by those unfriendly butt friends. He should have burnt his fingerprints off.
I look at my fingers. They’re me. They’re there. I can feel, see them. They brand me as unique. No one else in history had these patterns inscribed on the tiny pads of their fingers. They tell my story. They are definitively me. Yet they seem to not define me. They’re hardly me at all, it seems.
Like police officers. They find some guys fingerprint on a piece of paper…or something. Then he goes to court and goes to jail. He’ll probably get prison raped. Once he get’s out he’ll be haunted by those unfriendly butt friends. He should have burnt his fingerprints off.
Your fingerprints trace the patterns of mine and we are one. One and the same, one in the head, one in the brain. You tell me that you can’t live without me and I’m scared to accept the truth behind your words. The truth that I can’t accept, but can I? You tell me this, and I am confused. Confused about me, confused about you, confused about longing too much for what I want and can’t seem to grasp. I am just doing this to bide time, because in the end we go back to where we started.
natalee
If there was one thing I could see on my heart, it would be your fingerprints from when you took it from me. You can keep it if you want, just take care of it while it’s with you, please.
Marcie
Leaves marks on stuff and can identify a person.
Natashia
I can leave my fingerprint on the world, if I try hard enough. Is a fingerprint enough, you ask? Just ask any of the criminals who were put behind bars if one fingerprint is enough to make a difference.
alana
FINGER PRINT IS A POEM ABOUT GOD I THINK OR RELIGEN AND I NO I CANT SPELL BUT I AM TRYING. FINGER PRINT IS ALSO ABOUT YOUR FINGER AND GETTING IN TROUBLE BY THE POLICE AND U NEED TO GET A LAWER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
CHLOE
my fingerprint is really quite special to me. i have an identical twin. we have the same DNA, same dental records, eye color, hair color, etc. one of our only physical differences are our fingerprints. everyone needs some individuality.
gabriela
It is on your finger. It doesn’t define who you are, but only identifies you. You can define who are. Saves lives.
Liz
as impressoes diitais sao as unicas coisas que nos diferencia. De resto somos todos iguais. viramos uma unica massa, mesmos pensamentos, formas de pensar
Camila
The human fingerprint is a very unique thing. It’s used for identification most commonly by the government in most countries.
amber
fingerprints of wondrous art, found on the floor of a police station hideaway, where you’ll find me wanting more from life, and subsequently going after other prints of toes, and faces, remembering faces, feces what is this in my mind, find me otherwise
sean
I was sitting down at the lunch table staring blankly at the glass. It looked old and chipped away. I wondered to myself, “why haven’t they replaced this? It’s a relic.” Everything in the entire town had been replaced. Televisions, clothes, even thoughts.
bethani
So, a few months back, my “friend” dumped soda on my brand new laptop. This fried the fingerprint scanner on my laptop, which sort of stinks. On the other hand, it gives me an excuse to send it in for “repairs” before the warranty is up.
Brent
She left it on the pen just as she finished her goodbye letter. He noticed it only because he noticed everything about her. This fingerprint stood out in her absence. He cherished it.
Matthew Vesce
csi, clues, paint, bank, children, babies, detectives, james bond, glass, money
jenny
Last night was a hard night for me. A new investigation was ordered, but I just feel as I don’t want to work anymore… When I have to look for evidence and analyze fingerprints etc. I just don’t feel satisfied.
Jenny
Hey look…it’s you…inside of that print…with all of your swirling and whorling and looping and swooping…all of your love and hate…happiness and sadness…all of it contained in the little…itty bitty…print…your finger is amazing…it’s magnificent…all of it…all of you…do you see it…you really should…cause my dear…it’s beautiful.
Chelsea Holden
once upon a time there was a little girl who wondered where her fingerprints came from. She wondered if they were the first part of her that came into being and if she had sprung forth from them. Or, had they been the last things to be created and they were sort of the stamp of approval on a job well done.
suzanne
Fingerprints define a person. Without them, we have no identity. They tell everything about you: who you are, where you’ve been, what you’ve felt. They truely are the closest you can get to a persons mind.
Kaitlyn
once upon a time there was a little girl who wondered where her fingerprints came from. She wondered if they were the first part of her that came into being and if she had sprung forth from them. Or, had they been the last things to be created and they were sort of the stamp of approval on a job well done.
suzanne
The fingerprint was thick and expressive. You could see by the curve on the right end of the print that he had been delicate with his kill. It was important to him, perhaps, that he leave his mark. Important that we know who he is, or it could be who he was. There was no way to know now. Not after today.
Jason Whitacre
The fingerprint was thick and expressive. You could see by the curve on the right end of the print that he had been delicate with his kill. It was important to him, perhaps, that he leave his mark. Important that we know who he is, or it could be who he was. There was no way to know now. Not after today.
Jason Whitacre
fingerprints all over me.
Leave your fingerprints all over me. and I’ll return the favour, ;P
Maybe we can be together tonight, unlike what you thought and maybe we’ll leave fingerprints everywhere.
I’m identifying you as mine, I’m leaving my fingerprints all over you.
be mine, be yours, a cheer yes.
This is the night, now turn out the lights and we’ll do this right.
Fingerprints show that you are mine and I am yours.
Samie
fingerprints, smudged on the window of the front door; she cried when he left, she stood there, she wished him back to no available. she cried.
jess
Every time you go somewhere you leave a mark. Your fingerprint. Unique. Different. Special. Swirly. Curvy. A fingerprint is like your magic ID that will take you anywhere, even if the place is not so good.
Stephanie
individual. unique. a representation of the person i am. not like anything or anyone around me. i’m special. i cant and wont conform to anyone else’s standards or ideas of how i live my life. i do what is best for me to insure i leave my mark, my imprint, my fingerprint on the world.
Tori
My fingerprint stared at me from the glass, accusing. I’m in it now, deeper than I’ve been before. This time there’s no denying it was me, and that’s what my fingerprint screams. I can’t help it, I whimper softly, and I want to say, “stop stop stop” but it’s too late to stop, I’m in far too deep this time. They’re going to discover that I’m the one who used Mum’s stamp pad.
dawni
Made, we all have them, whenever we touch anything. Sometimes in soot, but I might just be thinking about crime TV shows where they use the dusting powder. Everyone’s is different, which seems so terribly unlikely. How do they know? It’s like snowflakes. Pure speculation as to the differences. Most of us will never be fingerprinted, anyway. Mine will be a secret. I hope.
blythe
Minute little things, lines on the tip of the finger to identify the soul within. Nothing really, and dificult see, much like the people we see everyday on the street. Just a little mark seen only by those that care to look
Rylee
case studies. Identification. Its unique to everyone, no one will have your finger print so be careful what you put your grubby little hands on because they will catch you, its a matter of time…
Madison
I have fingerprints on my fingers. They can be used to find my identity. They will prevent me from doing any crimes. Everyone has fingerprints. They are all unique and different. A lot of people in elementary school got their fingers printed, but I didn’t. :( I always wish I did.
Christine
you left your fingerprint on this glass and i cannot decide if i want to lick it because afterall it came from you or if i want to stare at the patterns intricacy because afterall it came from you
I can still feel the burning thrill
from where your hand last brushed me,
and goodness,
I feel it so much that
I imagine that tomorrow
I’ll wake with a small burn, a deep claim.
Your print:
a few spirally whorls and slender lines
twisted in an oval
that brands me.
I’m yours,
and you know I wouldn’t have it any other way.
my life is a lie, and all I have to leave behind is my whispering deathrattle and my fingerprints
Like police officers. They find some guys fingerprint on a piece of paper…or something. Then he goes to court and goes to jail. He’ll probably get prison raped. Once he get’s out he’ll be haunted by those unfriendly butt friends. He should have burnt his fingerprints off.
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I look at my fingers. They’re me. They’re there. I can feel, see them. They brand me as unique. No one else in history had these patterns inscribed on the tiny pads of their fingers. They tell my story. They are definitively me. Yet they seem to not define me. They’re hardly me at all, it seems.
hands, kindergarten,kiddies, paint, blueprint,critchley, laton, elementary, school, class, morning,babies, tiny,small, young, blonde, Amy,snack time, bully, paste, eat, yummy, yucky, bathroom, fingers, artistic, art, easel
Like police officers. They find some guys fingerprint on a piece of paper…or something. Then he goes to court and goes to jail. He’ll probably get prison raped. Once he get’s out he’ll be haunted by those unfriendly butt friends. He should have burnt his fingerprints off.
hands, kindergarten,kiddies, paint, blueprint,critchley, laton, elementary, school, class, morning,babies, tiny,small, young, blonde, Amy,snack time, bully, paste, eat, yummy, yucky, bathroom, fingers, artistic, art, easel
hands, kindergarten,kiddies, paint, blueprint,critchley, laton, elementary, school, class, morning,babies, tiny,small, young, blonde, Amy,snack time, bully, paste, eat, yummy, yucky, bathroom, fingers, artistic, art, easel
Your fingerprints trace the patterns of mine and we are one. One and the same, one in the head, one in the brain. You tell me that you can’t live without me and I’m scared to accept the truth behind your words. The truth that I can’t accept, but can I? You tell me this, and I am confused. Confused about me, confused about you, confused about longing too much for what I want and can’t seem to grasp. I am just doing this to bide time, because in the end we go back to where we started.
If there was one thing I could see on my heart, it would be your fingerprints from when you took it from me. You can keep it if you want, just take care of it while it’s with you, please.
Leaves marks on stuff and can identify a person.
I can leave my fingerprint on the world, if I try hard enough. Is a fingerprint enough, you ask? Just ask any of the criminals who were put behind bars if one fingerprint is enough to make a difference.
FINGER PRINT IS A POEM ABOUT GOD I THINK OR RELIGEN AND I NO I CANT SPELL BUT I AM TRYING. FINGER PRINT IS ALSO ABOUT YOUR FINGER AND GETTING IN TROUBLE BY THE POLICE AND U NEED TO GET A LAWER OR SOMETHING LIKE THAT
my fingerprint is really quite special to me. i have an identical twin. we have the same DNA, same dental records, eye color, hair color, etc. one of our only physical differences are our fingerprints. everyone needs some individuality.
It is on your finger. It doesn’t define who you are, but only identifies you. You can define who are. Saves lives.
as impressoes diitais sao as unicas coisas que nos diferencia. De resto somos todos iguais. viramos uma unica massa, mesmos pensamentos, formas de pensar
The human fingerprint is a very unique thing. It’s used for identification most commonly by the government in most countries.
fingerprints of wondrous art, found on the floor of a police station hideaway, where you’ll find me wanting more from life, and subsequently going after other prints of toes, and faces, remembering faces, feces what is this in my mind, find me otherwise
I was sitting down at the lunch table staring blankly at the glass. It looked old and chipped away. I wondered to myself, “why haven’t they replaced this? It’s a relic.” Everything in the entire town had been replaced. Televisions, clothes, even thoughts.
So, a few months back, my “friend” dumped soda on my brand new laptop. This fried the fingerprint scanner on my laptop, which sort of stinks. On the other hand, it gives me an excuse to send it in for “repairs” before the warranty is up.
She left it on the pen just as she finished her goodbye letter. He noticed it only because he noticed everything about her. This fingerprint stood out in her absence. He cherished it.
csi, clues, paint, bank, children, babies, detectives, james bond, glass, money
Last night was a hard night for me. A new investigation was ordered, but I just feel as I don’t want to work anymore… When I have to look for evidence and analyze fingerprints etc. I just don’t feel satisfied.
Hey look…it’s you…inside of that print…with all of your swirling and whorling and looping and swooping…all of your love and hate…happiness and sadness…all of it contained in the little…itty bitty…print…your finger is amazing…it’s magnificent…all of it…all of you…do you see it…you really should…cause my dear…it’s beautiful.
once upon a time there was a little girl who wondered where her fingerprints came from. She wondered if they were the first part of her that came into being and if she had sprung forth from them. Or, had they been the last things to be created and they were sort of the stamp of approval on a job well done.
Fingerprints define a person. Without them, we have no identity. They tell everything about you: who you are, where you’ve been, what you’ve felt. They truely are the closest you can get to a persons mind.
once upon a time there was a little girl who wondered where her fingerprints came from. She wondered if they were the first part of her that came into being and if she had sprung forth from them. Or, had they been the last things to be created and they were sort of the stamp of approval on a job well done.
The fingerprint was thick and expressive. You could see by the curve on the right end of the print that he had been delicate with his kill. It was important to him, perhaps, that he leave his mark. Important that we know who he is, or it could be who he was. There was no way to know now. Not after today.
The fingerprint was thick and expressive. You could see by the curve on the right end of the print that he had been delicate with his kill. It was important to him, perhaps, that he leave his mark. Important that we know who he is, or it could be who he was. There was no way to know now. Not after today.
fingerprints all over me.
Leave your fingerprints all over me. and I’ll return the favour, ;P
Maybe we can be together tonight, unlike what you thought and maybe we’ll leave fingerprints everywhere.
I’m identifying you as mine, I’m leaving my fingerprints all over you.
be mine, be yours, a cheer yes.
This is the night, now turn out the lights and we’ll do this right.
Fingerprints show that you are mine and I am yours.
fingerprints, smudged on the window of the front door; she cried when he left, she stood there, she wished him back to no available. she cried.
Every time you go somewhere you leave a mark. Your fingerprint. Unique. Different. Special. Swirly. Curvy. A fingerprint is like your magic ID that will take you anywhere, even if the place is not so good.
individual. unique. a representation of the person i am. not like anything or anyone around me. i’m special. i cant and wont conform to anyone else’s standards or ideas of how i live my life. i do what is best for me to insure i leave my mark, my imprint, my fingerprint on the world.
My fingerprint stared at me from the glass, accusing. I’m in it now, deeper than I’ve been before. This time there’s no denying it was me, and that’s what my fingerprint screams. I can’t help it, I whimper softly, and I want to say, “stop stop stop” but it’s too late to stop, I’m in far too deep this time. They’re going to discover that I’m the one who used Mum’s stamp pad.
Made, we all have them, whenever we touch anything. Sometimes in soot, but I might just be thinking about crime TV shows where they use the dusting powder. Everyone’s is different, which seems so terribly unlikely. How do they know? It’s like snowflakes. Pure speculation as to the differences. Most of us will never be fingerprinted, anyway. Mine will be a secret. I hope.
Minute little things, lines on the tip of the finger to identify the soul within. Nothing really, and dificult see, much like the people we see everyday on the street. Just a little mark seen only by those that care to look
case studies. Identification. Its unique to everyone, no one will have your finger print so be careful what you put your grubby little hands on because they will catch you, its a matter of time…
I have fingerprints on my fingers. They can be used to find my identity. They will prevent me from doing any crimes. Everyone has fingerprints. They are all unique and different. A lot of people in elementary school got their fingers printed, but I didn’t. :( I always wish I did.
you left your fingerprint on this glass and i cannot decide if i want to lick it because afterall it came from you or if i want to stare at the patterns intricacy because afterall it came from you