is a place to stay. small, messy, and flat. maybe a loft and cheap. Can be the opposite.
Renata
Flat hair is not good. I hate to have a flat tire. The world is not flat it is round. I hate a flat sense of humor.
carol
All the air had gone out of the tire. I had just been able to swerve to the side of the road to avoid the oncoming traffic, but now I was stuck here on the freeway. I had a spare tire in the trunk, but I had no idea what to do with it.
‘There’s a humility in this reclined pose’ my mother said, the man making neither greeting or grimace at my entry. ‘You’ll learn the value of a good humbling when you’re older.’
My chest i flat. Some people put ace bandage on their chests. Plastic surgery. Kim Kardashian is with Kanye in Brazil. will Smith was there. Ilove fresh prince of bel air, Erin does too. Shes kind moody lately. Hopefully it will get better. So is caitlin. Karyn with sonny? Hopi might live ear me!.
gee
This heat is killing me, and I’m not even a flat-tongued harpy. Blasted sun. If I had a feather and a pan, I would walk downtown to the clock and teach the sunrise a thing or two. Maybe let him know just what I surmise. Yeah! That oughta be it.
It’s what I had known for a long time before I could become anything else. It was an entire existence, and almost instantaneously it changed and entered a world I didn’t realize would carry so much perversion. A three-dimensional person, multi-faceted, to those I most wanted to be away from. I didn’t choose that.
flat, like the world
isn’t it though?
tweeting to South Africa
skyping to Russia
multi-dimensional on the screen
reduced to a pixeled blanket
so close you can touch it
flat, lacking substance
Rebecca Felt
Get me out of this flat wasteland. I can’t stand seeing the same thing for hours on end. Drive me to the city, or the mountains, or the ocean. Anything other that this drab, endless place.
The big burly giant fell off the beanstalk. Down down down getting closer to the ground. A young man happened to be looking at the sky and saw the giant. Down down down it fell. Then it landed on that young man and squashed him FLAT. :)
I was eternally jealous of Flat Stanley as a kid. It just wasn’t fair. This two-dimensional, fictional punk got to travel around the world, while I was stuck here, in this sad excuse for a town. I wish I was flat, then maybe, maybe I could leave, but for now, I guess I’ll just be three dimensional and bored.
flat on the ground, flat on your face, flat is the thing you can never achieve, yet want to strive against. It depends on how you look at it. You see, many people would love to be your size, and you would love to be another persons size, and so on and so on goes the vicious cycle of jealousy and envy all stemming from that one four letter word.
Lexi
You can have a flat tire or a flat pancake or you can land flat on you back when you fall of a tree or you can get squished flat when jumping off a building. Not a lot of positive ways to use the word flat… Unless of course you say something like- I have a flat tummy! That’s positive and id love to have a flat tummy… Just not flat hair(which I do). I don’t know… I believe there’s some boring money term concerning the word flat… Like flat rate or something. Anyways… Hmm. You can flatten out your hair to make it appear better. Yaaa I think my minutes up, can’t tell so ima stop but I don’t use the word flat very often I just realized. Cool. Oh and I already submitted as “jesi” but okay.
Flat tires flat pancakes flat people after they jump off a building… I don’t think there’s many good ways to use the term flat. Except for maybe having a flat tummy… I’d like a flat tut for sure! Or when people are flat out hilarious- that’s always good. Flat… Hmmm. Makes me think of pancakes (like I said) and maybe a flat landscape. Flat… Made me think of fat at first even though it’s kinda the exact opposite. I know there’s some type of money term with the word flat.. Like flat rate or something boring. Geez how long was this thing supposed to go on for… Maybe I’m suppose to stop manually. I like dubstep. Add. Flat. I don’t know! Like something landing flat on a little girls head. Or … Wow I never use that word do I? I’m gonna stop now and figure out the point of this weirdness?
Jesi
I flatten my self against the wall, hiding from the people called the Nazis. They want me, and I know it. I clutch my sleeping child to my breast and hold my own breath. They shine flashlights into the alley, only just missing my own shadow. If my baby decides now to wake up and cry, it is all over. And then she does.
There is a rock on the ground. Pick it up. Hold it in your hand. What do you see? Can you feel it? Do you understand it? Life. This rock represents life and the absence of it. It is flat. It is a rock.
Emily Schuster
I hate it when my hair comes out flat.
I like it to have some height and bounce.
When I was a teen, we ironed our hair to make it flat
but no more. We want oomph in our hair.
Robin
She was flat. That was really the only way to put it. I mean, I guess I could’ve been a bit kinder about it, said that she was “boobily challenged” or “hadn’t blossomed yet” but let’s be honest: kind isn’t really my style, and she had less chest than I did. And I’m a dude.
There’s no more dimension in my life. It’s the same old crap different day. Wake up, eat a granola bar, go to class, come home, babysit, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed. The end. My life is less than flat. I can’t even find a way to make myself happy anymore.
Megan
flat earth, flat beauty. There is no beauty in being flat, seeing flat, living flat. Joy comes in the places between the mountains, but only because the mountains are there. Without mountains, there is no beauty in flatness. But without the flatness, the mountains lose their beauty.
CM
My existence is flat.
I continue on, at an unhurried pace, down this flat path as I await something.
I don’t know what that something is, but I don’t care.
I know something will happen, it has too.
Otherwise why would I be here?
Why would anyone be here?
Okay… I know that one wasn’t good. But I’ll do better next time, I promise! There are just days where my thoughts don’t line up and my actions aren’t connected with my brain’s orders and everything just flat-lines. Just there, dead as a doornail.
Flat as a slice of paper, curved up on the sidewalk. Nonsense. Pigs flying though the sky? Pretty ladies on the beach? Squirrels, jumping out of trashcans. This world is flat and full of rounded ideas. Maybe we should think more.
The surface for nothing, yet everything. No beginning, no end. It has no ridges or imperfections.
Kylie
Flat as my chest at the age of 13
Flat-lined, empty, incessant
Dead.
Sara
the stares that care in side of your eyes
no depth to hide how you try sigh
let the phenom come
lay you down that’s flat on your back
the tracks in your arms do no harm charms
let the phenom come
awaken smoked and choking on jokes
left alone you’d be floating on moans.
let the phenom come.
The surface was flat. White, smooth, and flat. Beautiful. The flat marble was beautiful. Just simply beautiful. Those were the thoughts going through Roxas’s mind when he slowly awoke from being knocked out in Castle Oblivion and ran his hand up the wall of the building. Wow, he must have hit his head hard.
Lauren
The world was once thought to be flat. Then we realized that it is round. But now the world is flat again, not in the way that skyscrapers soar, or economies boom and bust. But in affect, the people of this world have become flattened.
hope ansanelli
today was the dream coming true
the flat desert endless until i returned
this land of hell that bore me into it
what hell will you render me into
step after step, day after day of nothing
where are you? why now? me?
there it is, home, nothing is here now
i am just a grey bear of what I was
the hollow sounds echo against my heart
his voice is full in my deaf ears
screaming at my stupidity
leaving him behind
why
I cannot think anymore
the love behind a door
one the world did abhor
i am lost as i have lost
all of them now
except one
Son
Help me see more
give me your hand
i cannot walk
the pain
too much
go
they will not find me
across the sea
son go now
they are
here
blackness comes now
have I done enough
for one life
I must
go
His kiss tasted bitter, airless and flat on my lips
We made promises to each other like we were reading off scripts.
Love became a habit, less an emotion than a chore
Thirsting for a hint of what we used to feel before.
His flat was carefully furnished. He thought about every single piece of furniture and it’s place. He believed in this Feng Shui bullshit which his girlfriend considered to be ‘Asian jibber-jabber’ but yet his belief in it was so strong that he managed to convince her that they DO need this kind of planning. I guess you could say it was his small personal win.
The road was flat, a flat slab of never ending, unyielding rock, touching the horizon in all directions, stinging they eyes in the early summer sunlight.
Genie
My emotions of the moment. I feel desperately, dirtily flat and simultaneously hugely envious of those around me who feel. I have everything going for me yet the greyness destroys this. Flat. Flat. Flat.
s j
“Flat” Alexandra thought looking down at her chest in disgust. “Completely, totally, 100%, flat. I don’t even have pecs.”
“Oh well,” pulling on a shirt, “They’re just bags of fat anyway.”
flat plain
ugly
barren
but not really
it holds promise
uncertainty
the butt of jokes by everyone else at school
she doesn’t mind
mom always said
late bloomers are better
Mani
The land was gaping, like a mouth that had opened so wide it ceased to be a mouth. Instead it was a flatland, surrounded by a rim of mountains. Only rocks streamed down from the harsh mountains, for water had scorned the valley when it opened up ages before.
is a place to stay. small, messy, and flat. maybe a loft and cheap. Can be the opposite.
Flat hair is not good. I hate to have a flat tire. The world is not flat it is round. I hate a flat sense of humor.
All the air had gone out of the tire. I had just been able to swerve to the side of the road to avoid the oncoming traffic, but now I was stuck here on the freeway. I had a spare tire in the trunk, but I had no idea what to do with it.
woke up this morning feeling very sluggish, not much going in or coming out
slightly ruined from yesterday
not quite here today
feeling pretty flat
‘There’s a humility in this reclined pose’ my mother said, the man making neither greeting or grimace at my entry. ‘You’ll learn the value of a good humbling when you’re older.’
I lay back lightly smiling.
My chest i flat. Some people put ace bandage on their chests. Plastic surgery. Kim Kardashian is with Kanye in Brazil. will Smith was there. Ilove fresh prince of bel air, Erin does too. Shes kind moody lately. Hopefully it will get better. So is caitlin. Karyn with sonny? Hopi might live ear me!.
This heat is killing me, and I’m not even a flat-tongued harpy. Blasted sun. If I had a feather and a pan, I would walk downtown to the clock and teach the sunrise a thing or two. Maybe let him know just what I surmise. Yeah! That oughta be it.
It’s what I had known for a long time before I could become anything else. It was an entire existence, and almost instantaneously it changed and entered a world I didn’t realize would carry so much perversion. A three-dimensional person, multi-faceted, to those I most wanted to be away from. I didn’t choose that.
flat, like the world
isn’t it though?
tweeting to South Africa
skyping to Russia
multi-dimensional on the screen
reduced to a pixeled blanket
so close you can touch it
flat, lacking substance
Get me out of this flat wasteland. I can’t stand seeing the same thing for hours on end. Drive me to the city, or the mountains, or the ocean. Anything other that this drab, endless place.
The big burly giant fell off the beanstalk. Down down down getting closer to the ground. A young man happened to be looking at the sky and saw the giant. Down down down it fell. Then it landed on that young man and squashed him FLAT. :)
Sad and thoughtless…less full of thoughts that I ever have been. Trying to urge something up, make something seem interesting and just can’t.
I was eternally jealous of Flat Stanley as a kid. It just wasn’t fair. This two-dimensional, fictional punk got to travel around the world, while I was stuck here, in this sad excuse for a town. I wish I was flat, then maybe, maybe I could leave, but for now, I guess I’ll just be three dimensional and bored.
flat on the ground, flat on your face, flat is the thing you can never achieve, yet want to strive against. It depends on how you look at it. You see, many people would love to be your size, and you would love to be another persons size, and so on and so on goes the vicious cycle of jealousy and envy all stemming from that one four letter word.
You can have a flat tire or a flat pancake or you can land flat on you back when you fall of a tree or you can get squished flat when jumping off a building. Not a lot of positive ways to use the word flat… Unless of course you say something like- I have a flat tummy! That’s positive and id love to have a flat tummy… Just not flat hair(which I do). I don’t know… I believe there’s some boring money term concerning the word flat… Like flat rate or something. Anyways… Hmm. You can flatten out your hair to make it appear better. Yaaa I think my minutes up, can’t tell so ima stop but I don’t use the word flat very often I just realized. Cool. Oh and I already submitted as “jesi” but okay.
Flat tires flat pancakes flat people after they jump off a building… I don’t think there’s many good ways to use the term flat. Except for maybe having a flat tummy… I’d like a flat tut for sure! Or when people are flat out hilarious- that’s always good. Flat… Hmmm. Makes me think of pancakes (like I said) and maybe a flat landscape. Flat… Made me think of fat at first even though it’s kinda the exact opposite. I know there’s some type of money term with the word flat.. Like flat rate or something boring. Geez how long was this thing supposed to go on for… Maybe I’m suppose to stop manually. I like dubstep. Add. Flat. I don’t know! Like something landing flat on a little girls head. Or … Wow I never use that word do I? I’m gonna stop now and figure out the point of this weirdness?
I flatten my self against the wall, hiding from the people called the Nazis. They want me, and I know it. I clutch my sleeping child to my breast and hold my own breath. They shine flashlights into the alley, only just missing my own shadow. If my baby decides now to wake up and cry, it is all over. And then she does.
There is a rock on the ground. Pick it up. Hold it in your hand. What do you see? Can you feel it? Do you understand it? Life. This rock represents life and the absence of it. It is flat. It is a rock.
I hate it when my hair comes out flat.
I like it to have some height and bounce.
When I was a teen, we ironed our hair to make it flat
but no more. We want oomph in our hair.
She was flat. That was really the only way to put it. I mean, I guess I could’ve been a bit kinder about it, said that she was “boobily challenged” or “hadn’t blossomed yet” but let’s be honest: kind isn’t really my style, and she had less chest than I did. And I’m a dude.
There’s no more dimension in my life. It’s the same old crap different day. Wake up, eat a granola bar, go to class, come home, babysit, do homework, eat dinner, go to bed. The end. My life is less than flat. I can’t even find a way to make myself happy anymore.
flat earth, flat beauty. There is no beauty in being flat, seeing flat, living flat. Joy comes in the places between the mountains, but only because the mountains are there. Without mountains, there is no beauty in flatness. But without the flatness, the mountains lose their beauty.
My existence is flat.
I continue on, at an unhurried pace, down this flat path as I await something.
I don’t know what that something is, but I don’t care.
I know something will happen, it has too.
Otherwise why would I be here?
Why would anyone be here?
Okay… I know that one wasn’t good. But I’ll do better next time, I promise! There are just days where my thoughts don’t line up and my actions aren’t connected with my brain’s orders and everything just flat-lines. Just there, dead as a doornail.
But then again…
Was a doornail ever alive?
Flat as a slice of paper, curved up on the sidewalk. Nonsense. Pigs flying though the sky? Pretty ladies on the beach? Squirrels, jumping out of trashcans. This world is flat and full of rounded ideas. Maybe we should think more.
The surface for nothing, yet everything. No beginning, no end. It has no ridges or imperfections.
Flat as my chest at the age of 13
Flat-lined, empty, incessant
Dead.
the stares that care in side of your eyes
no depth to hide how you try sigh
let the phenom come
lay you down that’s flat on your back
the tracks in your arms do no harm charms
let the phenom come
awaken smoked and choking on jokes
left alone you’d be floating on moans.
let the phenom come.
dzfjdkls;jfdksla;fjkdlsa;jfksadlf;dksa
The surface was flat. White, smooth, and flat. Beautiful. The flat marble was beautiful. Just simply beautiful. Those were the thoughts going through Roxas’s mind when he slowly awoke from being knocked out in Castle Oblivion and ran his hand up the wall of the building. Wow, he must have hit his head hard.
The world was once thought to be flat. Then we realized that it is round. But now the world is flat again, not in the way that skyscrapers soar, or economies boom and bust. But in affect, the people of this world have become flattened.
today was the dream coming true
the flat desert endless until i returned
this land of hell that bore me into it
what hell will you render me into
step after step, day after day of nothing
where are you? why now? me?
there it is, home, nothing is here now
i am just a grey bear of what I was
the hollow sounds echo against my heart
his voice is full in my deaf ears
screaming at my stupidity
leaving him behind
why
I cannot think anymore
the love behind a door
one the world did abhor
i am lost as i have lost
all of them now
except one
Son
Help me see more
give me your hand
i cannot walk
the pain
too much
go
they will not find me
across the sea
son go now
they are
here
blackness comes now
have I done enough
for one life
I must
go
His kiss tasted bitter, airless and flat on my lips
We made promises to each other like we were reading off scripts.
Love became a habit, less an emotion than a chore
Thirsting for a hint of what we used to feel before.
His flat was carefully furnished. He thought about every single piece of furniture and it’s place. He believed in this Feng Shui bullshit which his girlfriend considered to be ‘Asian jibber-jabber’ but yet his belief in it was so strong that he managed to convince her that they DO need this kind of planning. I guess you could say it was his small personal win.
Flat is not a word with a story. It is the starting box of a board game.
The road was flat, a flat slab of never ending, unyielding rock, touching the horizon in all directions, stinging they eyes in the early summer sunlight.
My emotions of the moment. I feel desperately, dirtily flat and simultaneously hugely envious of those around me who feel. I have everything going for me yet the greyness destroys this. Flat. Flat. Flat.
“Flat” Alexandra thought looking down at her chest in disgust. “Completely, totally, 100%, flat. I don’t even have pecs.”
“Oh well,” pulling on a shirt, “They’re just bags of fat anyway.”
flat plain
ugly
barren
but not really
it holds promise
uncertainty
the butt of jokes by everyone else at school
she doesn’t mind
mom always said
late bloomers are better
The land was gaping, like a mouth that had opened so wide it ceased to be a mouth. Instead it was a flatland, surrounded by a rim of mountains. Only rocks streamed down from the harsh mountains, for water had scorned the valley when it opened up ages before.