flakes

November 22nd, 2010 | 289 Entries

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289 Entries for “flakes”

  1. I love the snow flakes they are so pure and white! I wish my life was corn flakes so sweet and so tasty! I love both snow flakes and corn flakes! hahahaha PEACE

    Mike
  2. Shivering and glaring at the innocent white flakes drifting ever so gently down from the cloudy sky, I huddle deeper into my cloak, turning back to the tavern door. Inside, by the fire… I can’t keep my eyes there! He’s there, of course. Back to the bar, to get a warm mug of cider, and pray that he doesn’t look at me with those angry eyes….

  3. underneath the frozen sea there were etchings that fell to the floor. they were gilded, and each time i picked up a shred it sung to me. I heard the songs of the sea, those of mermaids and drowned men. They were melancholic and in a minor key. After I read them they disintegrated.

    Ailsa Forlenza
  4. flakes of dandruff. to this day all i can remember of him were the flakes in his hair from when he sat in from of me in my third grade class. i cant remember what his favorite color was, if he had any sibilings or if i even liked the kid. but for some reason when i heard from a friend that he had died earlier in the year from a motorcycle accident, i suddenly felt out of touch. Whether it was with him (which couldnt be possible considering I never was in touch with him, even when he sat inches away from me), or with the world in general it was a feeling that was undeniable and almost unbearable.

    K
  5. They fall down like angels. All of them different, therefore all of them the same. Simple, white, untouched like virgins.

    November 22ns, 2010. 9:48pm.

  6. Ouch. That little bastard threw Flakes at me! What audacity must he have to do something like that, I should have him killed!

  7. everyone eats them but they’re too sugary just like everything else in the world. but now it’s gross because i’m thinking of your head instead. and your head is always dirty. because you say you dont believe in showers. they’re always white, when they’re in the snow and when they’re in your head, when they’re in the box.

    sarah
  8. I stood, watching as the snow flakes slowly fell onto my tongue. I wondered in amazement how even as im 88, i enjoy this just as much as when I was 8. As one finle flake hit my nose, i felt a slight pain in my left arm, then everything got black…

    Matt Strawder
  9. FLAKES

    Sparse, course
    set with light

    collecting up, building
    together, great waves-

    the sea of skin spread taut,

    endlessly; your kisses falling
    onto my death.

    Ash
  10. guided through the air
    from a smell that
    could only be you and your aura.
    I slip through the door and
    creep up the stairs,
    anxious with anticipation.
    I cross the hall,
    to the door of the room
    you call your own,
    and turn the handle.
    I see nothing but the door,
    and its hinges fall away.

    you’re so close, I can feel it.

    I open my eyes and sigh.
    another night spent yearning for
    your arms,
    and the sweet release
    of my tortured mind.

    Josh
  11. on my car windshield, in my morning bowl with milk – all very good
    on my shoulders just before an interview – all very bad
    Perspective.

    ellen
  12. flakes appeared on her shoulder running down her shirt every time she moved

    cathy
  13. Flakes fall gracefully, mournfully, jubilantly down, down down, to the level we know as ground. Flakes of granola hit the kitchen floor, missing their bowl of rice milk.

  14. frosted flakes, snow flakes, wood chips, lays potato chips, sandwich, turkey, thanksgiving, mashed potatoes, vietnam

  15. Snow flakes on a winter day fall around Christovon’s Castle, the beautiful ice sickles floating threw the air.

    Laquez
  16. The flakes were drifting down, ever so gently.
    As one graced my cheek, I felt its cold despair sink into my being.
    I was alone there in the snow.
    Nobody there to take my hand. Nobody to follow.
    When I looked up, it was empty and untouched; free to be anything but the frozen pieces I’ve known it to be.

    Alex Kane
  17. The dull warped paint chip flakes off the weathered window. Glass panes long broken by element and vandal. All upon the carpet of leaves lay the dull warped flakes which fell before.

  18. He cried, as the snowflakes fell down, streaming in little flurries of outcries. Where had his innocence gone? Not to her, no. The flakes of snow filled him with joy. It gave him home. His innoncence, although red against the white, was beautiful and mixed together in love.

    Jordan
  19. Snowflakes were spiralling, whisping down from thesky. more beautiful than i’d ever seen. It was on this night that i knew without a doubt that i was in love. Truly, madly, deeply, just like the Savage Garden song. and i didn’t care how cheesy it was. I was in love. l-o-v-e. What they all write songs and poetry about.

    Tayler
  20. As I left the bar, flakes of snow began to drift down to earth. I stopped short at the sight of them. It was only September… wasn’t it? It never snowed here until December at the very earliest. Had time speeded up?

  21. The girl looked at the cereal flakes curiously and asked “What are these things for?”

    Her companion gave her an amused glance.

    “This is cereal,” the companion said, “it’s food.”

    “Oh,” said the girl, “I’m not used to food that’s already dead.”

  22. if i told you would you listen or would you walk away? of course you would walk… you always do. Flake.

    Lisa
  23. she looked up at the sky as the flakes gently floated down towards her. she closed her eyes and smiled as they touched her face; especially liking when they touched her eyelashes. she loved her eyelashes. they were a source of envy from others. especially other women. they were so long and thick she didn’t need mascara.

  24. flakes from people head are kind of gross.. i think about if one fell in my food; that would be gross but i wouldn’t be able to see it. so i would still eat it. i would eat that persons dead skin. gross. but after thinking about how that would be gross i think about spit. if someone spit in my food that would also be gross but if my food tasted good and i couldnt see it then whatever. is it weird that i would eat food with spit before food with scalp flakes. yes.

    kelsey
  25. How does this man have a girlfriend? He sits in front of me in psych class. Each white dot on his head, so visible causing vomit to rise in my throat. He scratches his head with long filed fingernails and the flakes fly off of his greasy dry mane. Eww.

  26. Cheese flakes make for a great spaghetti dinner.
    I made spaghetti at a restaurant today; I made it wrong, and I overfilled the plate, but I still made it: that counts for something, right?

  27. cornflakes was always the worst box of cereal in those variety packs my grandma would buy for us when we were kids. my sister and i fought for the fruit loops like no one’s business. corn pops were okay.

    Dylan Fitzc
  28. flakes of white were falling. no one could tell where they were coming from. jenny certainly would never tell that they were falling from her head. not that any one would ever believe that she had that much dandruff.

  29. cornfalkes is yum. you eat them in the morning so you can go tos chool or work. they are es[pecially yummy with sugar and banana.
    Snow flakes. in australia we dont have snow so we dont have snow flakes. and its really depressing.

    tamina
  30. she looked up at the sky. the flakes of snow gently floated down and landed on her face. she loved when the snowflakes did that. most of all she loved when they landed on her eyelashes. her eyelashes had always been a source of envy from others: they were so long, and thick and full. other girls couldnt stand she didne need mascara.

    d.a. rice
  31. Our friendship slowly came undone, flaking gently, the pieces of what used to be something beautiful and amazing falling to the floor. And the worst part is that neither of us bothered to catch them on the way down.

  32. Flakes on your tongue are awesome
    Flakes on your head are not
    flakes on your spoon are awesome
    flakes on your windshield are not
    and flakey people suck!

    nicole
  33. Snow flakes remind me of us. We started out so beautiful, so unique. And we started near heaven floating with our joy, our happiness. But we were temporary, our beauty melted into a muddy ugly mess. Now we are left to trudge through our previously beautiful existence. Only in memory are we beautiful.

    Meagan
  34. My ex-girlfriend returned my gifts to break my heart again. I can’t do anything right. And I’ve found dandruff flakes in my hair. Isn’t everything just wonderful?

  35. Snowflakes are very nice and they are never the same, corn flakes are nice especially the chocolate ones, some peopel get flakes in there skin when they’ve been in the sun too long. indeed. flakes.

    Lee
  36. The cereal crunched in my mouth….crunch…crunch crunch. Wow. I loved Corn Flakes with sugar on them. I stared outside and marveled at the quite other flakes falling from the sky – white, fluffy, cold. I shivered and frowned. I hated the snow. It made driving harder and school harder and life harder. But it sure was pretty.

  37. Snow flakes – something I have never experienced before
    Hair flakes – something I witness everyday!

    Tania
  38. I remember them falling on the night we met. Landing on your long, dark lashes and melting in your hair. You complained but I’d never seen anyone so beautiful. I’ve always loved the snow, I’ve always loved you.

    P. T-H
  39. the flakes of snow fell softly around her, like white birds againstt he dark sky. The snow seemed to muffle the world. The street that normally rushed with cars, even at this late hour, was blanketed in silence.

  40. the snow fell from the sky like bits of lace: the flakes freezing her face as they touched it. she loved the snow.

    hope