i’m so afraid of you thinking i’m stupid
that i never say anything at all
but there are things i’d like to say to you
there are things i’d like you to know.
it keeps getting steeper
and you keep moving further away
but there are things i’d like to say to you
there are things i’d like you to know.
fdot
The Hills Have Eyes! There are monsters! Owful, not humanity~! They will eat you if they see you. Watch out. Next time will be to late. I’m sorry…
hill is a green mountain.
Monia
I try to climb to the top of the hill but it seems forever long. Maybe this hill represents my life. An on going hill that just wont come to an end. I do not want it to end but sometimes I get tired half way up. Lately I have been thinking about you. You know who you are. You are the one at the bottom of the hill holding my heart in your hand. I am suppose to be moved on but yet I can not forget your smile and your touch. Even though you are far down the hill.
DW
I love the hills rather than beaches. The weather, the scenery of the hills always makes you feel so good, so fresh that you forget all your worries.
varsha
The golden grasses blew steadily in the breeze on the rolling hills, indicating today would be a gorgeous day.
Everything escaped my mind by the time i reached the top. So much calm enveloped me from the simple wind of a Godsong.
Ashley Marie
over the hill. older, wiser — yes. but on the other side, death.
bryan fuller
Hill. I’m so over it. And as fate would have it…time couldn’t possibly be on my side. Here’s to retirement!
THE REAL STEVEN
this is something that is hard to climb up and but fast to go down, you can roll down it, run down it, ride a bike down it and you will go very fast.
People hike up tall hills in walking gear and place a flag at the top of the very high ones.
a hill is normally grassy but it can be snowy too.
jack and jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water.
michelle
My mom bought me a pile of dirt for my birthday. After a while it became a small hill in our yard. It has been some of the best money spent as the children have enjoyed playing on it and around it in various manners through the seasons. Want a great gift? Buy a pile of dirt…
Andrea
boot, over the, charging the brigade up and over to meet the enemy head on, facing the, making a mountain out of an ant,
Mike
you smile that crinkled smile, the one that makes me think of blue skies and hilltops. you’re braver than you think, i want to tell you- i see something behind your eyes that makes me believe you’re capable of heroism. when you smile like that i’m struck by a feeling so powerful that i think, this can’t be the first time our paths have crossed. i’ve seen you before. you’ve saved me before. don’t you realize?
salt
I will never walk up that hill again, not after the terrible music I heard there. When it began, I was eying the horizon, sauntering amidst the wild oat and wild radish, and then the bells, the tin whistle of the thistle-blown grasses, and then the silence inside the scream.
David
i remember rolling down the hill upstate. sliding down and running up to do it all over again. those were good times. childhood, such great memories.
norton keekston
I wish there was a new word. I’ve already crested this one.
TheBess
I will be buried under a hill when I die, and the bodies will pile up on top of me. Death and death and more death, rising higher and higher, until it touches the moon.
tv
Blackburst Hill was the prettiest place he had ever set eyes upon. It had lush green grass, soft and thick and comfortable for sitting or lying on. Large trees with wide branches stood there, perfect for climbing or resting beneath. Flowers grew between the grass, filling the air with the sweet perfume of their scent. Butterflies flitted between them, resting occasionally to collect nectar.
“Heaven,” he murmured, dropping to his knees beneath one of the walnut trees.
He was surprised that he was alone, surely such a beautiful spot would be filled with picnickers? He didn’t dwell too long on the subject, if there had been people it would have ruined the magic.
He lay down, leaning against the trunk, and watched the emptiness of the distance. Suddenly the emptiness was filled, completely, or so it seemed, by one perfect figure.
A womanly figure danced toward him, skirts blowing in the wind, a smile playing on her lips and flowers in her hands. When she saw him, she waved.
As she drew closer, he squinted, trying to recognise her. When he did, he gasped. “Julia?”
A tear rolled down his cheek, he grasped her hand. “I thought you were dead,” he kissed her hand, brought his arms around her and continued kissing her. when he stopped for air she said, “I am”
Amber
There once was a hill named Bob. Yes, this hill had a name. It was a very special hill. Bob was a cool kind of guy. All day people would climb up and down, up and down, up and down. Everyone would exclaim, “hey! Let’s go climb that ‘hill’ over there,” or “let’s go roll down that great hill!” This made Bob the hill very sad. He was glad that people enjoyed him so much, but he wished that they could see him for who he really was. He wished everyday that someone… just one person, would take the time to get past his hilly, green, lumpy exterior and get to know the hill that Bob really was inside. One day a dog came to see the hill. This wasn’t just any ordinary dog… this was Ruffy the weiner dog. Ruffy sniffed the hill, he wagged his tail, he ran around in circles a few times. Then, Ruffy lifted his leg. He was about to let out a long doggy sigh and relieve himself when something came upon him. He wasn’t able to go! What was this strange feeling he was having? He slowly lowered his leg, and he took a good long look at the hill. He thought to himself “ruff ruff, raor, ruffy ruff ruff,” which in English translates to, ” oh my! This is no ordinary hill that I am trying to relieve myself on! Something is different here! This is an extraordinary hill!” At first Ruffy the weiner dog couldn’t figure it out… this was a very strange feeling he was having. Then, from somewhere underneath him he felt a shudder, and in the vibrations of the shudder he thought that he could make out the words, “my name is Bob. I am more than a hill. Thank you for not peeing on me.” Ruffy couldn’t believe his long doggy ears. Was he going insane? Was he becoming a doggy schizophrenic like his dalmation friend Rosey? Ruffy thought, “aw what the heck,” and he talked back to the hill! He said, “ruff ruff, ruffity ruff ruff!” When translated to hill language, that means, “hello Bob, it’s nice to meet you! I knew that you were much more than a hill.” Bob was ecstatic! Well… as ecstatic a a hill can be. He shuddered with excitement and said, “finally! Someone to share my life with! Someone who will understand… who wants to know me for me. Someone who will treasure me for who I am! I am not only a hill… I am BOB!” Ruffy replied, “yes Bob, I am happy to be your friend. But first, I am going to go find a hill that is simply a hill and relieve myself.”
Rachel McFerrin
Wasnt this the word for a few days ago? Oh well. When I first stumbled across this word I could only imagine a rolling hill dropping off into a seemingly sublime glacial valley. Something, perhaps, in northern Minnesota or Wisconsin.
Birdsong would be rapturous here, and my thoughts atop this hill would flow freely across everything I see.
Jim
Green grass, trees. Beautiful. Lovely. Nothing can stop you from climbing it. Whats on the other side?
Samantha
what is it about a hill that tempts the limbs, heart and soul of a person to let loose of inhibitions and break into a run towards it. what is it about a hill that makes one write endlessly about its mysteriousness and the way it tempts.
Dipankar
the hill was green when i walked towards it. slowly the shadows lengthened and i realised that what appeared to be a topographical feature was in fact an illusion that i had been harbouring in my head all these years. my undulating thoughts had risen up inside and with a giant
dipankar
There was a hill that I remember from my childhood. It was across several farmers’ fields and down in a ravine (I suppose that it was part of the ravine). I remember rolling down it with my brother. It alwasy seemed that we
Sean
Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail o fwater. Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after. That’s about all there was to it. No one got any water. Did you? It was probably not checked by the EPA, anyway. You’ll have to ask them to see if it was. Oh, well.
Lee
That hill was so tall. We both ran up as fast as we could, hand in hand. When the top was reached, we fell backwards onto each other and silently watched the clouds, taking note of every single one. The day turned to night and we were both enveloped in darkness. We woke up 25 years later and haven’t changed a bit.
Dan Stern
i ran over a hill and stumbled upon some grass growing from one side of the hill. There was nothing like the green view of the beautiful mountain. I hope I will get back to this place some time.
Butch
The hill seemed huge. I no longer cared; I dashed up the side, hoping, praying, and wishing that I would find Daniel upon the top of the hill. As I stared up at the night sky, I wondered if the moon would trigger any certain evolutions.
Brittany
there was a hill that was very big and it looked like an impossible hill to climb. That hill, as a matter of fact, was not impossible to climb. It was actually quite feasible once you set your mind to it. Actually, once you climbed it enough times, it became easy to climb.
Aaron
i am too tired for this
you are there
nowhere near where you should be
and i am here
nowhere near where i should be
and here we go again.
onward and upward.
fdot
Black ice conditions
A rollover this morning
Eagle River hill
markishmark
It was a rosy morning and the mist was rolling slowly through the valleys. My legs were tired but I pressed my staff into the soft earth again and continued to trudge up the hill.
I could see the tender, rounded branches of the willow tree at the top and quickened my pace to make the last few yards.
Finding the shade of the willow I dropped my pack and fell to my knees before a white stone placed lovingly at the base, in the tree were carved symbols whose meanings have long been lost.
Opening my pack I took out the small lavender flower and laid it across the stone, breathing a sigh of mourning as the light graced this forgotten place.
Jennery
I was up on a hill when a wolf showed up and frightened me to death. what can I do I thought. Then somedody saw the terrible situation and came to help me .I couldn’t breath
Ana Ruiz
I was up on a hill when a wolf showed up and frightened me to death. what can I do I thought. Then somedody saw the terrible situation and came to help me .I couldn’t breath
Ana Ruiz
i’m constantly going up a hill. i’m always fucking going up hill. nothing is ever remotely easy anymore. i’ll get to the edge of the hill soon enough and whether i just will be decided upon arrival. but seeing as though it’s only a hill i’ll probably only get a bruise. damn.
sarah
I climbed the hill quickly, but I wasn’t excited. That was surprising, but here is a first time for everything. So what was I doing there? And s
m
up
down
up
down
up
down
up
down
touch the ground
Grace
when i got there, the place looked different. and that it was. different. the only way i could describe it – different. it must not be the same hill. i must’ve chosen the wrong path, for i had stumbled up on a beautiful, inviting place – but with a hill i wasn’t looking for. so, i will turn around and leave this place, this hill. it is not a hill we are meant to climb.
plh
tin jen di cos di hasi den e mundo aki
solamente no tin asina hopi tempo pa hasiele
djis mester di mas tempo pa hasi jen di cos cu bo no sa cu tin di hasi
buscando trabou pero ainda no tin nada pami so ainda mi ta wardando riba trabou
mi tin basta dia caba ta warda riba e traobu aki
pura mi haja algo mi hasi algo pa mi bida paso awor aki ta djis perdemento di tempo tin
noel
onwards and upwards we go with the incline inclining to climb all the way and what is so interesting about the top i want to know?
tony
This is the same word as yesterday. Perhaps there is something wrong with the site. In any case, this is very annoying. Hmm, I think of the movie “The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain.” I have never seen it, but I should. It has Hugh Grant (a younger Hugh Grant!), and my parents really enjoy the film. Maybe there will be a new word later today? Is the minute almost over? This is not fun anymore . . . Okay, the line is red, we’re almost over.
Alexandra
We live on a hill, in the woods. We see a lot of deer in these hills. We also have a lot of ant hills. I love hills, don’t like flat land. I love all the trees on and around my hill.
I could see a long way off probably, if the trees weren’t there….
i’m so afraid of you thinking i’m stupid
that i never say anything at all
but there are things i’d like to say to you
there are things i’d like you to know.
it keeps getting steeper
and you keep moving further away
but there are things i’d like to say to you
there are things i’d like you to know.
The Hills Have Eyes! There are monsters! Owful, not humanity~! They will eat you if they see you. Watch out. Next time will be to late. I’m sorry…
hill is a green mountain.
I try to climb to the top of the hill but it seems forever long. Maybe this hill represents my life. An on going hill that just wont come to an end. I do not want it to end but sometimes I get tired half way up. Lately I have been thinking about you. You know who you are. You are the one at the bottom of the hill holding my heart in your hand. I am suppose to be moved on but yet I can not forget your smile and your touch. Even though you are far down the hill.
I love the hills rather than beaches. The weather, the scenery of the hills always makes you feel so good, so fresh that you forget all your worries.
The golden grasses blew steadily in the breeze on the rolling hills, indicating today would be a gorgeous day.
Everything escaped my mind by the time i reached the top. So much calm enveloped me from the simple wind of a Godsong.
over the hill. older, wiser — yes. but on the other side, death.
Hill. I’m so over it. And as fate would have it…time couldn’t possibly be on my side. Here’s to retirement!
this is something that is hard to climb up and but fast to go down, you can roll down it, run down it, ride a bike down it and you will go very fast.
People hike up tall hills in walking gear and place a flag at the top of the very high ones.
a hill is normally grassy but it can be snowy too.
jack and jill went up a hill to fetch a pail of water.
My mom bought me a pile of dirt for my birthday. After a while it became a small hill in our yard. It has been some of the best money spent as the children have enjoyed playing on it and around it in various manners through the seasons. Want a great gift? Buy a pile of dirt…
boot, over the, charging the brigade up and over to meet the enemy head on, facing the, making a mountain out of an ant,
you smile that crinkled smile, the one that makes me think of blue skies and hilltops. you’re braver than you think, i want to tell you- i see something behind your eyes that makes me believe you’re capable of heroism. when you smile like that i’m struck by a feeling so powerful that i think, this can’t be the first time our paths have crossed. i’ve seen you before. you’ve saved me before. don’t you realize?
I will never walk up that hill again, not after the terrible music I heard there. When it began, I was eying the horizon, sauntering amidst the wild oat and wild radish, and then the bells, the tin whistle of the thistle-blown grasses, and then the silence inside the scream.
i remember rolling down the hill upstate. sliding down and running up to do it all over again. those were good times. childhood, such great memories.
I wish there was a new word. I’ve already crested this one.
I will be buried under a hill when I die, and the bodies will pile up on top of me. Death and death and more death, rising higher and higher, until it touches the moon.
Blackburst Hill was the prettiest place he had ever set eyes upon. It had lush green grass, soft and thick and comfortable for sitting or lying on. Large trees with wide branches stood there, perfect for climbing or resting beneath. Flowers grew between the grass, filling the air with the sweet perfume of their scent. Butterflies flitted between them, resting occasionally to collect nectar.
“Heaven,” he murmured, dropping to his knees beneath one of the walnut trees.
He was surprised that he was alone, surely such a beautiful spot would be filled with picnickers? He didn’t dwell too long on the subject, if there had been people it would have ruined the magic.
He lay down, leaning against the trunk, and watched the emptiness of the distance. Suddenly the emptiness was filled, completely, or so it seemed, by one perfect figure.
A womanly figure danced toward him, skirts blowing in the wind, a smile playing on her lips and flowers in her hands. When she saw him, she waved.
As she drew closer, he squinted, trying to recognise her. When he did, he gasped. “Julia?”
A tear rolled down his cheek, he grasped her hand. “I thought you were dead,” he kissed her hand, brought his arms around her and continued kissing her. when he stopped for air she said, “I am”
There once was a hill named Bob. Yes, this hill had a name. It was a very special hill. Bob was a cool kind of guy. All day people would climb up and down, up and down, up and down. Everyone would exclaim, “hey! Let’s go climb that ‘hill’ over there,” or “let’s go roll down that great hill!” This made Bob the hill very sad. He was glad that people enjoyed him so much, but he wished that they could see him for who he really was. He wished everyday that someone… just one person, would take the time to get past his hilly, green, lumpy exterior and get to know the hill that Bob really was inside. One day a dog came to see the hill. This wasn’t just any ordinary dog… this was Ruffy the weiner dog. Ruffy sniffed the hill, he wagged his tail, he ran around in circles a few times. Then, Ruffy lifted his leg. He was about to let out a long doggy sigh and relieve himself when something came upon him. He wasn’t able to go! What was this strange feeling he was having? He slowly lowered his leg, and he took a good long look at the hill. He thought to himself “ruff ruff, raor, ruffy ruff ruff,” which in English translates to, ” oh my! This is no ordinary hill that I am trying to relieve myself on! Something is different here! This is an extraordinary hill!” At first Ruffy the weiner dog couldn’t figure it out… this was a very strange feeling he was having. Then, from somewhere underneath him he felt a shudder, and in the vibrations of the shudder he thought that he could make out the words, “my name is Bob. I am more than a hill. Thank you for not peeing on me.” Ruffy couldn’t believe his long doggy ears. Was he going insane? Was he becoming a doggy schizophrenic like his dalmation friend Rosey? Ruffy thought, “aw what the heck,” and he talked back to the hill! He said, “ruff ruff, ruffity ruff ruff!” When translated to hill language, that means, “hello Bob, it’s nice to meet you! I knew that you were much more than a hill.” Bob was ecstatic! Well… as ecstatic a a hill can be. He shuddered with excitement and said, “finally! Someone to share my life with! Someone who will understand… who wants to know me for me. Someone who will treasure me for who I am! I am not only a hill… I am BOB!” Ruffy replied, “yes Bob, I am happy to be your friend. But first, I am going to go find a hill that is simply a hill and relieve myself.”
Wasnt this the word for a few days ago? Oh well. When I first stumbled across this word I could only imagine a rolling hill dropping off into a seemingly sublime glacial valley. Something, perhaps, in northern Minnesota or Wisconsin.
Birdsong would be rapturous here, and my thoughts atop this hill would flow freely across everything I see.
Green grass, trees. Beautiful. Lovely. Nothing can stop you from climbing it. Whats on the other side?
what is it about a hill that tempts the limbs, heart and soul of a person to let loose of inhibitions and break into a run towards it. what is it about a hill that makes one write endlessly about its mysteriousness and the way it tempts.
the hill was green when i walked towards it. slowly the shadows lengthened and i realised that what appeared to be a topographical feature was in fact an illusion that i had been harbouring in my head all these years. my undulating thoughts had risen up inside and with a giant
There was a hill that I remember from my childhood. It was across several farmers’ fields and down in a ravine (I suppose that it was part of the ravine). I remember rolling down it with my brother. It alwasy seemed that we
Jack and Jill went up a hill to fetch a pail o fwater. Jack fell down and broke his crown, and Jill came tumbling after. That’s about all there was to it. No one got any water. Did you? It was probably not checked by the EPA, anyway. You’ll have to ask them to see if it was. Oh, well.
That hill was so tall. We both ran up as fast as we could, hand in hand. When the top was reached, we fell backwards onto each other and silently watched the clouds, taking note of every single one. The day turned to night and we were both enveloped in darkness. We woke up 25 years later and haven’t changed a bit.
i ran over a hill and stumbled upon some grass growing from one side of the hill. There was nothing like the green view of the beautiful mountain. I hope I will get back to this place some time.
The hill seemed huge. I no longer cared; I dashed up the side, hoping, praying, and wishing that I would find Daniel upon the top of the hill. As I stared up at the night sky, I wondered if the moon would trigger any certain evolutions.
there was a hill that was very big and it looked like an impossible hill to climb. That hill, as a matter of fact, was not impossible to climb. It was actually quite feasible once you set your mind to it. Actually, once you climbed it enough times, it became easy to climb.
i am too tired for this
you are there
nowhere near where you should be
and i am here
nowhere near where i should be
and here we go again.
onward and upward.
Black ice conditions
A rollover this morning
Eagle River hill
It was a rosy morning and the mist was rolling slowly through the valleys. My legs were tired but I pressed my staff into the soft earth again and continued to trudge up the hill.
I could see the tender, rounded branches of the willow tree at the top and quickened my pace to make the last few yards.
Finding the shade of the willow I dropped my pack and fell to my knees before a white stone placed lovingly at the base, in the tree were carved symbols whose meanings have long been lost.
Opening my pack I took out the small lavender flower and laid it across the stone, breathing a sigh of mourning as the light graced this forgotten place.
I was up on a hill when a wolf showed up and frightened me to death. what can I do I thought. Then somedody saw the terrible situation and came to help me .I couldn’t breath
I was up on a hill when a wolf showed up and frightened me to death. what can I do I thought. Then somedody saw the terrible situation and came to help me .I couldn’t breath
i’m constantly going up a hill. i’m always fucking going up hill. nothing is ever remotely easy anymore. i’ll get to the edge of the hill soon enough and whether i just will be decided upon arrival. but seeing as though it’s only a hill i’ll probably only get a bruise. damn.
I climbed the hill quickly, but I wasn’t excited. That was surprising, but here is a first time for everything. So what was I doing there? And s
up
down
up
down
up
down
up
down
touch the ground
when i got there, the place looked different. and that it was. different. the only way i could describe it – different. it must not be the same hill. i must’ve chosen the wrong path, for i had stumbled up on a beautiful, inviting place – but with a hill i wasn’t looking for. so, i will turn around and leave this place, this hill. it is not a hill we are meant to climb.
tin jen di cos di hasi den e mundo aki
solamente no tin asina hopi tempo pa hasiele
djis mester di mas tempo pa hasi jen di cos cu bo no sa cu tin di hasi
buscando trabou pero ainda no tin nada pami so ainda mi ta wardando riba trabou
mi tin basta dia caba ta warda riba e traobu aki
pura mi haja algo mi hasi algo pa mi bida paso awor aki ta djis perdemento di tempo tin
onwards and upwards we go with the incline inclining to climb all the way and what is so interesting about the top i want to know?
This is the same word as yesterday. Perhaps there is something wrong with the site. In any case, this is very annoying. Hmm, I think of the movie “The Englishman Who Went Up a Hill and Came Down a Mountain.” I have never seen it, but I should. It has Hugh Grant (a younger Hugh Grant!), and my parents really enjoy the film. Maybe there will be a new word later today? Is the minute almost over? This is not fun anymore . . . Okay, the line is red, we’re almost over.
We live on a hill, in the woods. We see a lot of deer in these hills. We also have a lot of ant hills. I love hills, don’t like flat land. I love all the trees on and around my hill.
I could see a long way off probably, if the trees weren’t there….