The ground whispered up to the travelers. Dainty heels, tall boots, worn sneakers. All told their story. And the cold concrete shared of those who had been there before.
ground ….ground….ok…how do I make ground spices….oh right….use the mortar and pestle….or an old coffee grinder….or maybe..just buy already ground spices.
I feel grounded for the first time in a year. One year ago I threw my cheating husband out and felt afloat, no idea what I was doing or where my life was headed. Now I feel more settled and together. And so much happier. I’m grounded, I’m together. And now I’m ready to soar once again.
JL
The soft earth beneath his feet was perfect. That slight touch of reality brought his mind back to the present, and he found it was a little easier to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. It’s funny how the rhythm of life can so easily be found again, with the tiniest push.
Hannah
Laying on the ground is where I find comfort – my heart steadies, my pulse sighs, thoughts become grazing mares rather than wild stallions. There is nothing but beauty and depth and warmth, connection.Take me back.
Beneath my feet I feel the ground,
Though I reside within the air,
In all the chaos that exists there,
Soaring and tumbling, round and round.
My life appears to not be sound,
And rather, sense, but no compare
Can express the contrasts both types share,
As well as similarities that might be found.
Some require quarters close and closed,
A boxed-up world of strict definition,
Where logic or faith stands as ruler supposed;
I find I can’t abide such living condition,
Preferring seeking to understand hearts
Instead of “just” judging them from the start.
The ground is hard. As I crash down and hit my face. “Ow!” I yelp I sit up but then fall back down. Pain is all I feel. It shoots through me, and All I see is the ground, now the light white carpet laying on the floor has turned red. I can’t see straight, everything shakes and my sister starts running toward me. To help me but then, I tumble to the ground, again.
violet
hobbit, hill, mountain, tolkin, Bilbo, Frodo, Gandalf!!
eli
The ground is hard. we walk on it. it is the base of everything. It is responsible of our existence. We build on it. We grow food on it. we walk on it. Without it we would be alive!
Iz
earth, dirt, dig, shovel, worm,mud,sand,
eli
On the ground lay the dagger. It was gleaming in the moonlight. No one knew she had dropped it there.
MegAversano
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alaa
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Tina
The earth was hard. I fell downward. with the horrid cold concrete to my touch. The dirty substance rubbing on my clothes. Grass growing greener than the shirt I am wearing, with trees reaching towards the skies.
Sam Adams
Mrs. Hatch ran on water and fell backwards on to the we ground.
The unfolded note was on the ground when she had found it. Her fingers had unfolded it, scared to what it will say. Her eyes knew she was done reading, she dropped the note on the ground, running back to her house.
I was almost about to fly off the swing and practiclly eat the ground after being so high into the air i would eat it!!!!!!I would be extremely hurt after all that…haha
There is only one way to go. And that is the ground. How weird when you say that your going a million miles away. Were still connected through the ground.
I stand my ground I raise my hand I point at the sky ripping the sky until they notice me they hear me they listen until it makes sense and I will scream my throat raw clutch the earth dry like the lands far away they crumble in my fingers they break they whisper to the ground to swallow me down under to swallow me fast to make me disappear and they make me a pillar of salt they make me dissolve in the sea but I will not surrender I always have been I still am becoming and I will forever stay to be.
Roschen
The ground was cold and hard and it represented his life. They could have been mistaken for each other and he decided to shape up after seeing how miserable he was going to be. He stepped onto the cold, hard ground and screamed after remembering the most dreadful time in his life.
I worship the ground you walk on
So cliche so cliche
The stars are in your eyes tonite
Is there a dance with this cabaret
I can only swallow so much sugar
I can only hear so much crap
Just look at me and smile love
And I will instantly be on your lap
I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.
I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.
The ground whispered up to the travelers. Dainty heels, tall boots, worn sneakers. All told their story. And the cold concrete shared of those who had been there before.
i have ben dig a huge hole in my bake yard
ground ….ground….ok…how do I make ground spices….oh right….use the mortar and pestle….or an old coffee grinder….or maybe..just buy already ground spices.
I have been grounded for 2 years once
I feel grounded for the first time in a year. One year ago I threw my cheating husband out and felt afloat, no idea what I was doing or where my life was headed. Now I feel more settled and together. And so much happier. I’m grounded, I’m together. And now I’m ready to soar once again.
The soft earth beneath his feet was perfect. That slight touch of reality brought his mind back to the present, and he found it was a little easier to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. It’s funny how the rhythm of life can so easily be found again, with the tiniest push.
Laying on the ground is where I find comfort – my heart steadies, my pulse sighs, thoughts become grazing mares rather than wild stallions. There is nothing but beauty and depth and warmth, connection.Take me back.
Beneath my feet I feel the ground,
Though I reside within the air,
In all the chaos that exists there,
Soaring and tumbling, round and round.
My life appears to not be sound,
And rather, sense, but no compare
Can express the contrasts both types share,
As well as similarities that might be found.
Some require quarters close and closed,
A boxed-up world of strict definition,
Where logic or faith stands as ruler supposed;
I find I can’t abide such living condition,
Preferring seeking to understand hearts
Instead of “just” judging them from the start.
i lay on the grund and i will stay there when and i can help you later
blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
The ground is hard. As I crash down and hit my face. “Ow!” I yelp I sit up but then fall back down. Pain is all I feel. It shoots through me, and All I see is the ground, now the light white carpet laying on the floor has turned red. I can’t see straight, everything shakes and my sister starts running toward me. To help me but then, I tumble to the ground, again.
hobbit, hill, mountain, tolkin, Bilbo, Frodo, Gandalf!!
The ground is hard. we walk on it. it is the base of everything. It is responsible of our existence. We build on it. We grow food on it. we walk on it. Without it we would be alive!
earth, dirt, dig, shovel, worm,mud,sand,
On the ground lay the dagger. It was gleaming in the moonlight. No one knew she had dropped it there.
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The earth was hard. I fell downward. with the horrid cold concrete to my touch. The dirty substance rubbing on my clothes. Grass growing greener than the shirt I am wearing, with trees reaching towards the skies.
Mrs. Hatch ran on water and fell backwards on to the we ground.
to i was running and i triped and i fell into the ground and it really hurt.
The unfolded note was on the ground when she had found it. Her fingers had unfolded it, scared to what it will say. Her eyes knew she was done reading, she dropped the note on the ground, running back to her house.
Dana slipped on a banana pill and fell on to the ground.
There is a ground wire in that car.
I was almost about to fly off the swing and practiclly eat the ground after being so high into the air i would eat it!!!!!!I would be extremely hurt after all that…haha
The ground was starting to shake when there was an earthquake.
If you ever go skydiving you hope that your parachute will open before you hit the ground. The cold hard ground.
There is only one way to go. And that is the ground. How weird when you say that your going a million miles away. Were still connected through the ground.
The ground was a frosty color ,for it had frozen last night ,in the small village in Angara.
After my deer fell off the stairs it hit the ground very hard and broke its ribs.
I stepped on the ground after riding the car and the ground was hard and after i walked my feet weren’t felling very good afterword .
I stand my ground I raise my hand I point at the sky ripping the sky until they notice me they hear me they listen until it makes sense and I will scream my throat raw clutch the earth dry like the lands far away they crumble in my fingers they break they whisper to the ground to swallow me down under to swallow me fast to make me disappear and they make me a pillar of salt they make me dissolve in the sea but I will not surrender I always have been I still am becoming and I will forever stay to be.
The ground was cold and hard and it represented his life. They could have been mistaken for each other and he decided to shape up after seeing how miserable he was going to be. He stepped onto the cold, hard ground and screamed after remembering the most dreadful time in his life.
After my deer fell off the stairs it hit the ground.
If you ever go skydiving you hope that your parachute will open before you hit the ground.
my favorite insect lives in the ground, it is called a earthworm.
I always did like it when my friends feet where flat on the ground.I have never had one that hasn’t tell know.
you love like you grow
a flower
through the cracks of a
cement floor
I worship the ground you walk on
So cliche so cliche
The stars are in your eyes tonite
Is there a dance with this cabaret
I can only swallow so much sugar
I can only hear so much crap
Just look at me and smile love
And I will instantly be on your lap
I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.
I fall onto the sidewalk, stone scraping against my skin.
I get back up, yelling at the bully. “Oi!”
He raises his hands in the air, laughing.
I send a flying kick into his stomach, but I miss, wind knocked out of me, and I fall onto the ground, beginning to cry.