Mantle? More like dismantled.
Which, right now, is a good word for how my life is going right now. Not bad, not good, just crazy-hectic. I guess the closed way to describe it could be acid rush? Though I’m totally against drugs, if you couldn’t tell.
Carmen
at work his face was like as if he is lifting the whole mantle for the company.
abdul bhadravathi
the mental faculties of our limitless potential are covered by a mantle of illusion. removing the mantle discloses energy
utkarsh garekar
Upon the mantle lay the yellowing photo of an old soldier. His cap was slightly skewed, his grin a little too eager, his mind oblivious to the horrors of the war. And in the distance, the house that he would never return to again.
Rubio
is really hard and you can put things on it, it can have candles on it and pictures and wonderful ornaments. it’s just magic. it can be above a fireplace. it can be anywhere in the house really. in fact i want to lean on one now. the mandle in the living room is peachy coloured and quite inspiring. i love to write about mandles.
jennie
Picture of you on my mantlepiece
Reminds me of all we were
Your smile shines over me as I go about my day
Fills me with you strength
And I know you will always be there
To help me through
Sophie
deer antlers and dark, warm wood. a fireplace blazons with a amber yellow light. winter. warmth. smells of musk and men. pipes andcigars. a red, elaborate persian rug lays on the floor. leather couches.
zarla
The mantle was crowded with photographs, most of the yellow with age. It depicted smiling faces, happy occasions, which was surely at odd with the atmosphere that filled the house now. The mantle was clearly the focus of the room, with all the chairs facing the fireplace instead of a television – of which there wasn’t one.
Melissa
that picture above the mantle. What a lie. A symbol of our status. With our forced smiles and rented clothes. What the fuck is the point of a ‘family portrait’?
moon
I broket the mantle of my soul. It was not hard, for it was not there to begin with.
Peter Charlot
The mantle of the man’s power flowed into him, his eyes, his nostrils, every hole burned with pure energy, the man’s life energy, and he stood screaming, the knife dropping to the floor in view of the corpse’s milky white eyes.
Davii
Up upon the mantle, there was an urn of seared orange color. Marty looked up, and tugged at Jeffry’s shirt.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“That’s grandma, Mart.” Jeff said.
SpaceBandit
I could have opened my eyes and seen the mantle across his bedroom, but her told me that I couldn’t stay the night. I didn’t even want anything more than someone to snuggle with while i slept.
Renae
In a dark and cold night
I walk down the street
Wearing a mantle
The one with ur smell
From the time we used to love,live
Times that will never change
Forever and ever
Rafaella
It sits there on the mantle.
Staring at you with its round, smooth glass.
That jar, that urn, those ashes, that person.
My mother. She watches over me always.
In a jar, on the mantle, always there, always watching.
My mother, In a jar, On the mantle.
Curious George
Mantle-piece. Mantle. Is a cloak, a covering. Some animals have a mantle. Don’t really know what that means. I like the sound of the word, but have not much use for it in my everyday life. Perhaps good in poetry
Lorelei
I put his head up on the mantle after he died. It’s not creepy at all though. Like, he’s wearing a cowboy hat just like he used to, and the lighting is dim enough that it looks artistic rather than morbid. People don’t visit me as much anymore though, but WHATEVER MAN, WHATEVER.
vaniteux
A mantle. A cape or a horizontal surface on top of a fireplace? I dunno. But if it were a cape, I think it is better suited for vampires than for superheroes. Couldn’t tell you why. Fireplace mantles make me think of trophies and Christmas lights. I don’t type very fast.
yoko
Why did he have to put the ashes on the mantle. It’s fucking morbid, I told him but then he started crying, like he does, and I can not deal with him when he does that. I went for a jog or something instead.
Jason
there is a bug on the screen. he is the mantle of the bugs the man he left me alone in a sea of fear he was my mantle and on him I placed my heart but that’s gone now and I have a new one. It’s satin and I am going to write love letters to myself. How do I know when my sixty seconds are
h-bomb
She had her wedding photo on the mantle. I wasn’t sure what to say, I came here to tell her that I loved her. I came to tell her that I wanted her back in my life. But seeing that killed. I didn’t want
Heather Olds
I took a deep breath. This was too much to bear, too much to take on all in one moment. My eyes pinched shut, as if by doing so I might close out the duty being thrust upon me.
Yet here I am, shouldering the mantle of a great man.
Simon
just sitting and looking at the mantle, i noticed that the pictures weren’t the same. i saw your face in them and your wonderful smile and realized without you here those pictures only left me with memories and sadness knowing nothing will be the same. looking at that mantle wont be the same. because i know all of those pictures were placed by you, everything around me reminds me of you.
tori
The area above a fireplace is known as a mantle I belive. I like the put pictures on the mantle, mantle is the word at the top of this page I’ve like to hang Tracey’s head on my mantle. Yay Mantle
Elena
on the mantle she left the book
hoping he’d find it there, crisp
and waiting to be opened and read,
Jade
the mantle of doom unfolded beyond the depths of the dark horizon and the sea. Soon all would be consumed by its everlasting hellish fire. No one could have predicted what shape it would have taken after the removal of the cloak from its peg, fashioned by the wizards of Dol Ator
Hypocritical Bias
It lay there intimidatingly on the mantle. he could not bare read it, nor look at it. He knew what it said, word for word and it played over and over in his mind but he just couldnt do it. He could not read it again.
Sydni
If I could tell you where the piece was I would but I don’t have it. maybe its in the closet, maybe it’s in under the bed, I didn’t steal it though. I wouldn’t take it.
mapuana
on the mantle lies a bunch of candles and our christmas stockings hanging from pegs. we also have matches hidden there, for easy access when starting the fire.
Rachel
frogs start out as little tiney eggs and actually grow legs and crawl out of the water and eat flies and insects and then turn into frogs which go back into the water and thenm
nancy hunt
lays heavy on my shoulders. I’m worn down with the weight that others lay on me and yet the duty that I feel to serve them will not let me refuse it. I feel an urgent need to better myself so that I can better carry the mantle of leadership. Much like a weightlifter prepares his body to move heavy loads, I feel the need to [
Doug
this shell
exceeds
a spirit
in need
of smelling flowers
and making wings
stevie raine
place your things on your mantle
like your dolls
books
papers
on your mantle
shalimar
the fireplace has a mantle, obviously, to be enjoyed so grandly on christmas day. as the stockings hang their, the children wait for the day to finally dawn and the sun to bring their gifts. One small child, however, is worrying over a mantle of a different type; his father’s. His dad isn’t doing so well, and he knows it will someday be hisj ob to overtake his father’s mantle. The thought concerns him as his siblings rip open their parcels they’ve so long waited for. No child should have to worry such on Christmas day.
Cassie Goodburn
the mantle piece is elaborate. the clock faces us, looking down on me as the time ticks forward.
passing judgement is not polite.don’t you realize how hard I have tried to follow the time?
it’s ornate nature confuses me.
veronica
Running away from the elements I find myself struck with the idea that new doors will open upon the sounding of the horn.
Brad
place for pictures
holds memorabilia
top if fire place
needs dusting
eye level\
Tiffany
The mantel is full of memories. The pictures of him. The pictures of her. Those few of them together. Those were her fondest memories. Looking at the picture taken at the lake the night of the fourth, she can still smell his cologne and taste his lips on hers. They danced in shadows and gazed together at the sparkles. It’s the moment in life she will never forget. The moment she realized she was in love with Nic.
melissa
there the picture sat. blurred faces. thats all we ever were. all anyone will be. on top of the mantle piece.
Jezebel
mantlepiece – you put things on top of it while it sits over a fireplace…it’s nice, i guess. Or mantle…part of the earth’s crust, yeah! Whoo! :) ok, bye
Mantle? More like dismantled.
Which, right now, is a good word for how my life is going right now. Not bad, not good, just crazy-hectic. I guess the closed way to describe it could be acid rush? Though I’m totally against drugs, if you couldn’t tell.
at work his face was like as if he is lifting the whole mantle for the company.
the mental faculties of our limitless potential are covered by a mantle of illusion. removing the mantle discloses energy
Upon the mantle lay the yellowing photo of an old soldier. His cap was slightly skewed, his grin a little too eager, his mind oblivious to the horrors of the war. And in the distance, the house that he would never return to again.
is really hard and you can put things on it, it can have candles on it and pictures and wonderful ornaments. it’s just magic. it can be above a fireplace. it can be anywhere in the house really. in fact i want to lean on one now. the mandle in the living room is peachy coloured and quite inspiring. i love to write about mandles.
Picture of you on my mantlepiece
Reminds me of all we were
Your smile shines over me as I go about my day
Fills me with you strength
And I know you will always be there
To help me through
deer antlers and dark, warm wood. a fireplace blazons with a amber yellow light. winter. warmth. smells of musk and men. pipes andcigars. a red, elaborate persian rug lays on the floor. leather couches.
The mantle was crowded with photographs, most of the yellow with age. It depicted smiling faces, happy occasions, which was surely at odd with the atmosphere that filled the house now. The mantle was clearly the focus of the room, with all the chairs facing the fireplace instead of a television – of which there wasn’t one.
that picture above the mantle. What a lie. A symbol of our status. With our forced smiles and rented clothes. What the fuck is the point of a ‘family portrait’?
I broket the mantle of my soul. It was not hard, for it was not there to begin with.
The mantle of the man’s power flowed into him, his eyes, his nostrils, every hole burned with pure energy, the man’s life energy, and he stood screaming, the knife dropping to the floor in view of the corpse’s milky white eyes.
Up upon the mantle, there was an urn of seared orange color. Marty looked up, and tugged at Jeffry’s shirt.
“What’s that?” He asked.
“That’s grandma, Mart.” Jeff said.
I could have opened my eyes and seen the mantle across his bedroom, but her told me that I couldn’t stay the night. I didn’t even want anything more than someone to snuggle with while i slept.
In a dark and cold night
I walk down the street
Wearing a mantle
The one with ur smell
From the time we used to love,live
Times that will never change
Forever and ever
It sits there on the mantle.
Staring at you with its round, smooth glass.
That jar, that urn, those ashes, that person.
My mother. She watches over me always.
In a jar, on the mantle, always there, always watching.
My mother, In a jar, On the mantle.
Mantle-piece. Mantle. Is a cloak, a covering. Some animals have a mantle. Don’t really know what that means. I like the sound of the word, but have not much use for it in my everyday life. Perhaps good in poetry
I put his head up on the mantle after he died. It’s not creepy at all though. Like, he’s wearing a cowboy hat just like he used to, and the lighting is dim enough that it looks artistic rather than morbid. People don’t visit me as much anymore though, but WHATEVER MAN, WHATEVER.
A mantle. A cape or a horizontal surface on top of a fireplace? I dunno. But if it were a cape, I think it is better suited for vampires than for superheroes. Couldn’t tell you why. Fireplace mantles make me think of trophies and Christmas lights. I don’t type very fast.
Why did he have to put the ashes on the mantle. It’s fucking morbid, I told him but then he started crying, like he does, and I can not deal with him when he does that. I went for a jog or something instead.
there is a bug on the screen. he is the mantle of the bugs the man he left me alone in a sea of fear he was my mantle and on him I placed my heart but that’s gone now and I have a new one. It’s satin and I am going to write love letters to myself. How do I know when my sixty seconds are
She had her wedding photo on the mantle. I wasn’t sure what to say, I came here to tell her that I loved her. I came to tell her that I wanted her back in my life. But seeing that killed. I didn’t want
I took a deep breath. This was too much to bear, too much to take on all in one moment. My eyes pinched shut, as if by doing so I might close out the duty being thrust upon me.
Yet here I am, shouldering the mantle of a great man.
just sitting and looking at the mantle, i noticed that the pictures weren’t the same. i saw your face in them and your wonderful smile and realized without you here those pictures only left me with memories and sadness knowing nothing will be the same. looking at that mantle wont be the same. because i know all of those pictures were placed by you, everything around me reminds me of you.
The area above a fireplace is known as a mantle I belive. I like the put pictures on the mantle, mantle is the word at the top of this page I’ve like to hang Tracey’s head on my mantle. Yay Mantle
on the mantle she left the book
hoping he’d find it there, crisp
and waiting to be opened and read,
the mantle of doom unfolded beyond the depths of the dark horizon and the sea. Soon all would be consumed by its everlasting hellish fire. No one could have predicted what shape it would have taken after the removal of the cloak from its peg, fashioned by the wizards of Dol Ator
It lay there intimidatingly on the mantle. he could not bare read it, nor look at it. He knew what it said, word for word and it played over and over in his mind but he just couldnt do it. He could not read it again.
If I could tell you where the piece was I would but I don’t have it. maybe its in the closet, maybe it’s in under the bed, I didn’t steal it though. I wouldn’t take it.
on the mantle lies a bunch of candles and our christmas stockings hanging from pegs. we also have matches hidden there, for easy access when starting the fire.
frogs start out as little tiney eggs and actually grow legs and crawl out of the water and eat flies and insects and then turn into frogs which go back into the water and thenm
lays heavy on my shoulders. I’m worn down with the weight that others lay on me and yet the duty that I feel to serve them will not let me refuse it. I feel an urgent need to better myself so that I can better carry the mantle of leadership. Much like a weightlifter prepares his body to move heavy loads, I feel the need to [
this shell
exceeds
a spirit
in need
of smelling flowers
and making wings
place your things on your mantle
like your dolls
books
papers
on your mantle
the fireplace has a mantle, obviously, to be enjoyed so grandly on christmas day. as the stockings hang their, the children wait for the day to finally dawn and the sun to bring their gifts. One small child, however, is worrying over a mantle of a different type; his father’s. His dad isn’t doing so well, and he knows it will someday be hisj ob to overtake his father’s mantle. The thought concerns him as his siblings rip open their parcels they’ve so long waited for. No child should have to worry such on Christmas day.
the mantle piece is elaborate. the clock faces us, looking down on me as the time ticks forward.
passing judgement is not polite.don’t you realize how hard I have tried to follow the time?
it’s ornate nature confuses me.
Running away from the elements I find myself struck with the idea that new doors will open upon the sounding of the horn.
place for pictures
holds memorabilia
top if fire place
needs dusting
eye level\
The mantel is full of memories. The pictures of him. The pictures of her. Those few of them together. Those were her fondest memories. Looking at the picture taken at the lake the night of the fourth, she can still smell his cologne and taste his lips on hers. They danced in shadows and gazed together at the sparkles. It’s the moment in life she will never forget. The moment she realized she was in love with Nic.
there the picture sat. blurred faces. thats all we ever were. all anyone will be. on top of the mantle piece.
mantlepiece – you put things on top of it while it sits over a fireplace…it’s nice, i guess. Or mantle…part of the earth’s crust, yeah! Whoo! :) ok, bye