i folded the piece of paper in a triangle while eating donuts in the bathroom. when he came in he stoped me folding and pushed me against the wall. i left and folded some more paper. in a square now. i love to fold paper n my spare time, especially green paper.
odette
fold? I already wrote on this word. well i have more thoughts. why is it called folding in poker? shouldn’t it be called something else? like off hand… giving, dropping, leaving, trashing, shrugging.. why shrugging? i dont know how that came to mind… kind of like just “shrugging” your hand off maybe?
JDubs13
fold like as in poker? or fold as in laundry? hell if i know what it’s supposed to mean. although now that i think about it, i do have some laundry to fold. the other day i was folding laundry and i had a trippy thought. but now i forgot what it was because i’m trying to just write on this. what is the point of this again?
JDubs
fold
matt
fold. reminds me of poker. lie better than the next person, make them fold their hand. watch the cards flop down. I wish they would bounce. Why do they never bounce.
Damn cards.
I folded laundry yesterday.
That’s a lie.
My mom folded it.
Anonymous
follow the fold & stray no more.
guys & dolls.
guyz &nd dollz, yo.
i need to lose weight, my thighs jiggle like tapioca pudding. i’m 14, 120 lbs, I’ve lost the love for my body. i see myself as..well, huge.
i wish i could make myself throwup, i would take advantage of that, but i can’t..so that’s too bad.
hmmm. someday, someday.
jjjjjjjjjjjlh
while folding the laundry I stood staring out the window watching the rain fall down. It was peaceful, calming. She looked back at the laundry and cried.
Tricia Honea
fold me into the
corners of you,
and work me toward
that beating center
at the corpus of your
being that they say
goes and stops on a
clock that only runs away.
fold me into the edges of
your fingers,
and work me toward the
warmth that is the
ones you touch at the
centre of that beating
beating hope they say can’t
stay golden forever,
but is determined never
to change.
fold me into the
simples of your heart
and cover in rest,
with the beat beating
of the stars and the night
in your throat that they
say can’t go away until things
are right.
because this is the time.
and this is right.
and i fear i may be the words
you’ve been finding of
your soul that went missing
months ago.
onlyfliesaway.
folding paper and bending angles. I think of bodies folding and twisting. the small space in a fold where you cannot possibly make it more flat, yet there is that small space. i think of the way things flip and change, like the other side of the of whatever is being folded…
Sara Hedrick
an envelope, a sheet, whipped cream into a dessert, in baby’s skin, a dining room tablecloth, sheets, towels, pillowcases and i can’t think of anything anymore. maybe because it is so late and i’m so tired, but i do like this website because i’ve never used one word prompts and this is cool to get the juices flowing.
terry e
Fold your hands together, so I can’t see what’s in them. Go on, keep that one secret. It’s a space small enough to put your heart, but big enough to put your ego. Either way, I can’t see it.
periculum
she bent to the earth as she scooped up the dead bird. its wings had given out on it. rabid claws of a hungry wolf. origami shredded to shit. but she liked the sight of it. and in the moonlight, she saw her own teeth shiver with delight. maybe it was more of a twinkling. the point is, she was ecstatic and out of body like an experience.
canopo
paper
M3L
your napkin from one corner to the other. tuck it in your collar. use it to whip people that piss you off. lather rinse repeat.
Becci
One fold, two folds, three folds. Each fold made her think of a memory. Each finished crane was dropped to the floor as she automatically reached for another piece of origami paper, hoping against hope that once she reached a thousand, the world would flip itself upright again. She bent her head in concentration, making each line, each fold, as precise as possible. Her mind in complete turmoil.
Lily
fold .. i fold my cloths all by semf .. am very bad at it .. as my life unfolded in to this juncsture of life .. its like a new layer that fold over it .. at then end of the day i like unfold with a glass of beer in one hand and a joint on the other ..
Anonymous
i would sometimes like to fold my heart into a small tiny ball… then you wouldnt know it was a heart, you would think it was a ball, and you would play with it, and bounce it and keep it in your pocket. hopefully eventually it would turn into something hard like a marble, but still beautiful on the inside. you could keep it forever. And you could look at it for all time.
michael
fold your laundry
smooth the creases
you don’t want wrinkles
any wrinkles
ever
fold your cards
your hand is foul
fold your face cards
into your shirts
and pants
and sweater
fold your hand across your lap
fold your face into your clean fresh pile of neatly folded squares
and cry
Amy
snowflakes and origami cranes. cracks and crevices. fingers hot from friction.
d
i like to fold my sheets so they don’t get all wrinkled in my basket where i usually keep all of my other clothes that com straight out of the dryer. I usually don’t like to do laundry but i have to. I always fold my sheets.
Melissa hzyp@iup.edu
when i saw the cardboard box i knew she had taken him away and wrapped him up in toilet paper. I thought, there’s no way I’ve already lost my brother in this place, this oblivion, the place where no one lives past a week.
Sherrie/sherried33@hotmail.com
I’m folding under the weight of your silent aggression. I loved you so strongly, now my heart breaks. Can I bear anymore? I don’t want to lose you, but I may break if you stay.
anon
creases. falling onto one another.
Anonymous
there was a flod last year. the town was wiped out. Everything was gone. My life felt empty.
Lola
tear and rip. The become smaller and smaller to fit more conveniently into life. You have nothing left, like in poker sometimes you need to fold
Arialain
i like to fold papers. i like to fold my body too. it is fun to bend your legs and do some splits. but sometimes it kind of hurts because your muscles do not go rotate that far. have you ever tried to fold hair? it is kind of difficult cuz it bounces back up.
andrea
phoenix
Anonymous
chaini
folding the clothing she sighed he was late again she sighed and looked out the window. he was never there any more. at dinner at night. never there to kiss the girls goodnight she was always left alone to fold
Anonymous
fold to make your figurine. simply place the corner of your material between your fingers and pull. take your time, the perfect fold is worth it.
noelle
i fold my paper a lot. i need to fold my laundry. not really. i just did a lot of laundry since that girl puked all over my bed and sheets. that sucked. i have so many folds on my stomach too, folds of fat. that sucks the worst. there’s at least 3 huge ones. they never go away. it makes me really upset. i don’t kn
maddy
crease
smiles
yea i only have 60 seconds to tell myself that i wont give up loving this girl who means most to me.
e
sheets mother nany dough towels clothing
Anonymous
I remember folding the paper hot dog style and then hamburger style. I remember not being able to do oragami or build paper planes because I could not fold well and still dont.
Big Brad
we have to fold the garment well and we can send it to the consumer
dini
I won’t tell you how to fold your hands, your cards, your clothes. I won’t tell you to fold me into your arms. I will show you how to fold an envelope. I expect you to write me a letter, and fold your own envelope. And I expect it to fly to me, so I can fold it up and throw it away.
Sam
don’t bend me, twist me, or turn me. i lie with your clothes (clean ones, that is). i also sit with the large woman.
markus
I folded the piece of paper into half . ” this represents my feelings for you . One half represents my happiness of you being mine for eternity, the other half represent the guilt i feel as i know you deserve so much more . please , i love you but i don’t know …” “Shhh” she cut me off and pecked me on my lips . “You are more than what i can ever dream of , dont ever let me go .”
Celia .
I folded the towles then the dog came in a sat all over them making them dirty. I said I dont wanna fold them again ! So mom did.
mya
everyday we seem to run into obstacles. you spend most of your adult life attempting to achieve stability, sensibility, cleanliness and peace of mind. while this sounds boring, almost always the folds in our lives make life worth living :) so run with it! and enjoy.
i folded the piece of paper in a triangle while eating donuts in the bathroom. when he came in he stoped me folding and pushed me against the wall. i left and folded some more paper. in a square now. i love to fold paper n my spare time, especially green paper.
fold? I already wrote on this word. well i have more thoughts. why is it called folding in poker? shouldn’t it be called something else? like off hand… giving, dropping, leaving, trashing, shrugging.. why shrugging? i dont know how that came to mind… kind of like just “shrugging” your hand off maybe?
fold like as in poker? or fold as in laundry? hell if i know what it’s supposed to mean. although now that i think about it, i do have some laundry to fold. the other day i was folding laundry and i had a trippy thought. but now i forgot what it was because i’m trying to just write on this. what is the point of this again?
fold
fold. reminds me of poker. lie better than the next person, make them fold their hand. watch the cards flop down. I wish they would bounce. Why do they never bounce.
Damn cards.
I folded laundry yesterday.
That’s a lie.
My mom folded it.
follow the fold & stray no more.
guys & dolls.
guyz &nd dollz, yo.
i need to lose weight, my thighs jiggle like tapioca pudding. i’m 14, 120 lbs, I’ve lost the love for my body. i see myself as..well, huge.
i wish i could make myself throwup, i would take advantage of that, but i can’t..so that’s too bad.
hmmm. someday, someday.
while folding the laundry I stood staring out the window watching the rain fall down. It was peaceful, calming. She looked back at the laundry and cried.
fold me into the
corners of you,
and work me toward
that beating center
at the corpus of your
being that they say
goes and stops on a
clock that only runs away.
fold me into the edges of
your fingers,
and work me toward the
warmth that is the
ones you touch at the
centre of that beating
beating hope they say can’t
stay golden forever,
but is determined never
to change.
fold me into the
simples of your heart
and cover in rest,
with the beat beating
of the stars and the night
in your throat that they
say can’t go away until things
are right.
because this is the time.
and this is right.
and i fear i may be the words
you’ve been finding of
your soul that went missing
months ago.
folding paper and bending angles. I think of bodies folding and twisting. the small space in a fold where you cannot possibly make it more flat, yet there is that small space. i think of the way things flip and change, like the other side of the of whatever is being folded…
an envelope, a sheet, whipped cream into a dessert, in baby’s skin, a dining room tablecloth, sheets, towels, pillowcases and i can’t think of anything anymore. maybe because it is so late and i’m so tired, but i do like this website because i’ve never used one word prompts and this is cool to get the juices flowing.
Fold your hands together, so I can’t see what’s in them. Go on, keep that one secret. It’s a space small enough to put your heart, but big enough to put your ego. Either way, I can’t see it.
she bent to the earth as she scooped up the dead bird. its wings had given out on it. rabid claws of a hungry wolf. origami shredded to shit. but she liked the sight of it. and in the moonlight, she saw her own teeth shiver with delight. maybe it was more of a twinkling. the point is, she was ecstatic and out of body like an experience.
paper
your napkin from one corner to the other. tuck it in your collar. use it to whip people that piss you off. lather rinse repeat.
One fold, two folds, three folds. Each fold made her think of a memory. Each finished crane was dropped to the floor as she automatically reached for another piece of origami paper, hoping against hope that once she reached a thousand, the world would flip itself upright again. She bent her head in concentration, making each line, each fold, as precise as possible. Her mind in complete turmoil.
fold .. i fold my cloths all by semf .. am very bad at it .. as my life unfolded in to this juncsture of life .. its like a new layer that fold over it .. at then end of the day i like unfold with a glass of beer in one hand and a joint on the other ..
i would sometimes like to fold my heart into a small tiny ball… then you wouldnt know it was a heart, you would think it was a ball, and you would play with it, and bounce it and keep it in your pocket. hopefully eventually it would turn into something hard like a marble, but still beautiful on the inside. you could keep it forever. And you could look at it for all time.
fold your laundry
smooth the creases
you don’t want wrinkles
any wrinkles
ever
fold your cards
your hand is foul
fold your face cards
into your shirts
and pants
and sweater
fold your hand across your lap
fold your face into your clean fresh pile of neatly folded squares
and cry
snowflakes and origami cranes. cracks and crevices. fingers hot from friction.
i like to fold my sheets so they don’t get all wrinkled in my basket where i usually keep all of my other clothes that com straight out of the dryer. I usually don’t like to do laundry but i have to. I always fold my sheets.
when i saw the cardboard box i knew she had taken him away and wrapped him up in toilet paper. I thought, there’s no way I’ve already lost my brother in this place, this oblivion, the place where no one lives past a week.
I’m folding under the weight of your silent aggression. I loved you so strongly, now my heart breaks. Can I bear anymore? I don’t want to lose you, but I may break if you stay.
creases. falling onto one another.
there was a flod last year. the town was wiped out. Everything was gone. My life felt empty.
tear and rip. The become smaller and smaller to fit more conveniently into life. You have nothing left, like in poker sometimes you need to fold
i like to fold papers. i like to fold my body too. it is fun to bend your legs and do some splits. but sometimes it kind of hurts because your muscles do not go rotate that far. have you ever tried to fold hair? it is kind of difficult cuz it bounces back up.
phoenix
chaini
folding the clothing she sighed he was late again she sighed and looked out the window. he was never there any more. at dinner at night. never there to kiss the girls goodnight she was always left alone to fold
fold to make your figurine. simply place the corner of your material between your fingers and pull. take your time, the perfect fold is worth it.
i fold my paper a lot. i need to fold my laundry. not really. i just did a lot of laundry since that girl puked all over my bed and sheets. that sucked. i have so many folds on my stomach too, folds of fat. that sucks the worst. there’s at least 3 huge ones. they never go away. it makes me really upset. i don’t kn
crease
yea i only have 60 seconds to tell myself that i wont give up loving this girl who means most to me.
sheets mother nany dough towels clothing
I remember folding the paper hot dog style and then hamburger style. I remember not being able to do oragami or build paper planes because I could not fold well and still dont.
we have to fold the garment well and we can send it to the consumer
I won’t tell you how to fold your hands, your cards, your clothes. I won’t tell you to fold me into your arms. I will show you how to fold an envelope. I expect you to write me a letter, and fold your own envelope. And I expect it to fly to me, so I can fold it up and throw it away.
don’t bend me, twist me, or turn me. i lie with your clothes (clean ones, that is). i also sit with the large woman.
I folded the piece of paper into half . ” this represents my feelings for you . One half represents my happiness of you being mine for eternity, the other half represent the guilt i feel as i know you deserve so much more . please , i love you but i don’t know …” “Shhh” she cut me off and pecked me on my lips . “You are more than what i can ever dream of , dont ever let me go .”
I folded the towles then the dog came in a sat all over them making them dirty. I said I dont wanna fold them again ! So mom did.
everyday we seem to run into obstacles. you spend most of your adult life attempting to achieve stability, sensibility, cleanliness and peace of mind. while this sounds boring, almost always the folds in our lives make life worth living :) so run with it! and enjoy.