A meter isn’t that far away, but I’ll by trillions of meters away from you soon and I don’t really know if my heart can stand it.
I’d write you a poem to tell you how I feel, but the rhyme isn’t working and the meter’s really off.
Sorry.
Will I love you do?
dyl
i walked a meter and fell over crumbled black pieces of your heart. I looked over and there you were, a pathetic little kid. SO i picked up the pieces connected them with some band-aids and put it back in your chest.
zach
Another meter, another mile, another continent. It didn’t matter how far away I was from the finish. I was rushing to the end, feeling the wind in my hair, feeling the adrenaline. I was leading. By a lot. I’d always been fastest at track. It would always be that way. Because I didn’t care about the number of meters. I cared about how it felt to just…run.
zzbrighteyeszz
once upon a time i had a meter sized dick, and all of the kids made fun of me. It hung down sooo low it was dragging all over the place when i was little.. I had to get surgery to cut off just over 2 ft. and somehow reattach the head. It was horrible, But all is well now.
Poopdick
The meter was running, but it’s not like I cared. One more ticket was just that, another ticket. I really wanted to stay there. I stared at the door, waiting for it to open. I figured if I waited long enough Prince Charming would emerge without her and realize I was the one.
I’m a stupid dreamer, I know.
Galleta White
The meterstick toppled from the chalkboard and hit the ground with an ear-shattering smack. The students all looked up simultaneously from their tests, wide-eyed at the sudden disruption. I had my legs up on my desk while reading a book, and I chuckled at the looks on their faces. Teaching was fun sometimes.
vish
The meter is emty. We’re running on fumes. The warning signs are flashing red. Danger, danger! They scream in our ears. We’re so close to our destination, to our home, to you. The engine sputters, and dies. We start to fall. Diving through the sky to our death. Panic fills the air. I can hear people yelling behind me, their voices are fearful and scared. I close my eyes, and all I see is you. Your face, your eyes, your smile. I spoke my last words on this earth.” I love you Jena.”
So very ill *cough cough*
She fed the parking meter dimes and nickels, wondering if it felt like a cannibal as it chewed the shards of metal, and if it ever felt bulimic as it spat the ticket into her surprised face. Wondering if it ever felt like her.
Anna
THE METER WAS THE PROBLEM NO ONE KNEW IT WAS AROUND THE EXCUSES WERE MANY THE SIGN WERE NOT NOTICBLE THEY WERE NEW AND DID NOT LOOK LIKE METERS WHY DID THEY NOT LOOK LIKE THE COOL HAND LUCK METERS
JACKIE
There was a meter stick in the class room and the teacher just loved to use it on students when they would fall asleep in her class. She was a rather nice teacher, but she enjoyed watching as the students jumped and drool ran down and around their faces when they would jump up, startled by the sudden smack of the meter stick on their desk. Who knows, maybe it will teach future students to never fall asleep in class!
Jonnie
England. Cooking class and relearning how to measure with a scale and the metric system. Running for cancer. My grandfather’s battle with cancer. My family.
Elyssee
meterstick. when we think of meters we think of distances, don’t we? the distance between us is 10,000 meters.
s
just do it. calling the bind, the full, the meter, the measure of you and me and all of this combined. i have seen several sites of gore and lore and i am ready to see more…touching in such strange ways. have you seen my european garage? there is another way to do it, he said, he said; he said touch me more….touch me, i swear, i won’t touch you more than you said you claimed you claimed i would. meter me this.
becca
my meter begins with the last time I had sex. It’s been 4 days by the meter
Jyotiamar
there was once a meter dash in gym class that we all had to run, jump, then triple jump along. I ran it fine, and jumped over the distance, but the triple jump ended me on my face, I skipped when I should have hopped, and landed on my foot, causing me to lurch forward, and I broke my finger.
Tommy
I have nothing to say about a meter. Sorry for wasting space lol
someone
there is no meter for this, we just blew the roof off. it’s like when you freeze mercury on a thermometer, because there is no way to measure this.
it’s all subjective, how you see it. we’re like conjoined twins.
are we our own person? I am not entirely sure I mind sharing, only sometimes it’s nice to have something I don’t know and you don’t know.
because knowing everything is a bit creepy, and all of this is a little odd.
Samie
i once ran a meter. i don’t think i cou;ld right now. my stomach really hurts, you see. because my boyfriend hit me. On accident. He was trying to tickle me. Which i dislike anyway. Jerk. Um. Potato. things. Stuff. this is a long 60 seconds. Dee dum da. La La.
Steph
lovely rita, meter maid, nothing can come between us, give us a wink and make me think of you! A meter is about three feet. Though I can’t remember if a kilometer is longer or shorter than a mile. Smart people know those things.
Lily
The meter was long to me. Longer than it had ever been. Just to take those last steps to look them in their eyes and tell them what I really thought of them.
Mewsa
meter. measure. time. quarters. grandma’s house. i don’t want to go. can’t find quarters. ahh.. i hate this. turn around. go home. park. couch. sleep. goodbye.
sarah
a meter is a unit of measurement, there isnt really much more to say about it……… I need a new word, this is retarted
eryh
She paused as she walked down the street, glancing at the parking meter a few feet ahead of her. It was running low, in fact, the driver only had a few moments to renew it. Glancing both ways, she sighed and dug a couple quarters from her pocket when she saw no one in site. She quickly renewed the meter and contiued down the street with a bounce in her step.
Jenna Barnes
The meter difference between me and her stretched infinitely beyond; beyond ourselves, beyond our existences.
I reached out my arms to hug her, but it was too far of a span.
Mel
The Meters are one of the coolest bands from New Orleans in the 70s and 80s. “Yellow Moon” is a funky, chunky tune that never fails to make me happy. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard the song since the days when everyone was listening to vinyl.
funkyman
a meter is like a yard. it’s kinda long, but it really isn’t when you think about it. i’ve only used meter sticks in science class, no where else. i’m not really a big fan of science. but once i had to use a meter stick as a straight edge. those things are hard to manage because they are so long. so i guess meter sticks are pretty long sometimes.
lorna bradley
i threw the rock again. it hit his window this time, a light ‘plack’ on the glass. the lights flickered on. he came to the window, opened it, and just stared at me. my stomach dropped to my feet.
jenny
He watched the meter run, counting off the minutes as he tried to will his airway to stay open. He’d paid the price already, and would pay the taxi driver, too, but he couldn’t will himself out of the car.
courey
parking meters really get on my nerves. why the hell cant we just park our cars and get out to do what we’re doing without havin to pay the damn fee? wtf? i hate the meter fairys. i hate the meters. i hate paying the fees.
miranda
hey check out that meter, pretty cool uh?, wanna get closer to it, but maybe it will electrosock me, that’s weird. should i tought it? damn it, why the damn word it’s meter and that green bar it’s freaking me out!, fucking fuck shit.
adrian
The meter reader left the yard with a dog that did not belong to him. The dog came home two weeks later with a broken rope around his neck. Two months later he was gone again.
Nell Cheslock
so there’s this meter right and park in front of it and then i’m like SHIT no quarters. Now that’s just a bitch so I’m looking around and there’s this hobo. Cool lemme just ask a fucking hobo for money that’ll go over well, NOT. So here I am and I’m just thinking the whole time SHIT SHIT SHIT.
kalla
meter can be neater than yard as it’s a hundred centimeters, isn’t it better than however many inches a yard might be but of course it depends on the size of the yard.
stuart
What is meter? I don’t know either. Meter reminds me of meteor, and measurement. I really don’t know, or care at all. Meter reminds me of steering. A car, of course. What else? I’m stupid. Really. I am. Trust me. Read this. It’s dumb. Stupid. Not real. Really.
Phoebe
a measurement?i sure am taller than that :D. its not that long,is it?
Kiara
a meter is 60 centimeters ,I am one meter and 78 centimeters in height.u can measure distances by this scale.
asa
my height-ish…
jo
yay oh my god i just found this website…. i wish i knew the meaning of life, i hate all the problems, but being happy is sooooo goood. its important to be happy, but i guess its important to cry too. anyone agree with me? i love video games, especially halo 3
Joseph Brandt
The parking meter was clicking off the time. Before long a ticket would be placed on Maria’s windshield. She would come back, curse out the meter maid and throw a tantrum as was her daily schedule. Little did Maria know that today was her lucky day. She was on Candid Camera. SMILE!
Joshua McDougle
the standard unit of measure for countries that actually make sense.
A meter isn’t that far away, but I’ll by trillions of meters away from you soon and I don’t really know if my heart can stand it.
I’d write you a poem to tell you how I feel, but the rhyme isn’t working and the meter’s really off.
Sorry.
Will I love you do?
i walked a meter and fell over crumbled black pieces of your heart. I looked over and there you were, a pathetic little kid. SO i picked up the pieces connected them with some band-aids and put it back in your chest.
Another meter, another mile, another continent. It didn’t matter how far away I was from the finish. I was rushing to the end, feeling the wind in my hair, feeling the adrenaline. I was leading. By a lot. I’d always been fastest at track. It would always be that way. Because I didn’t care about the number of meters. I cared about how it felt to just…run.
once upon a time i had a meter sized dick, and all of the kids made fun of me. It hung down sooo low it was dragging all over the place when i was little.. I had to get surgery to cut off just over 2 ft. and somehow reattach the head. It was horrible, But all is well now.
The meter was running, but it’s not like I cared. One more ticket was just that, another ticket. I really wanted to stay there. I stared at the door, waiting for it to open. I figured if I waited long enough Prince Charming would emerge without her and realize I was the one.
I’m a stupid dreamer, I know.
The meterstick toppled from the chalkboard and hit the ground with an ear-shattering smack. The students all looked up simultaneously from their tests, wide-eyed at the sudden disruption. I had my legs up on my desk while reading a book, and I chuckled at the looks on their faces. Teaching was fun sometimes.
The meter is emty. We’re running on fumes. The warning signs are flashing red. Danger, danger! They scream in our ears. We’re so close to our destination, to our home, to you. The engine sputters, and dies. We start to fall. Diving through the sky to our death. Panic fills the air. I can hear people yelling behind me, their voices are fearful and scared. I close my eyes, and all I see is you. Your face, your eyes, your smile. I spoke my last words on this earth.” I love you Jena.”
She fed the parking meter dimes and nickels, wondering if it felt like a cannibal as it chewed the shards of metal, and if it ever felt bulimic as it spat the ticket into her surprised face. Wondering if it ever felt like her.
THE METER WAS THE PROBLEM NO ONE KNEW IT WAS AROUND THE EXCUSES WERE MANY THE SIGN WERE NOT NOTICBLE THEY WERE NEW AND DID NOT LOOK LIKE METERS WHY DID THEY NOT LOOK LIKE THE COOL HAND LUCK METERS
There was a meter stick in the class room and the teacher just loved to use it on students when they would fall asleep in her class. She was a rather nice teacher, but she enjoyed watching as the students jumped and drool ran down and around their faces when they would jump up, startled by the sudden smack of the meter stick on their desk. Who knows, maybe it will teach future students to never fall asleep in class!
England. Cooking class and relearning how to measure with a scale and the metric system. Running for cancer. My grandfather’s battle with cancer. My family.
meterstick. when we think of meters we think of distances, don’t we? the distance between us is 10,000 meters.
just do it. calling the bind, the full, the meter, the measure of you and me and all of this combined. i have seen several sites of gore and lore and i am ready to see more…touching in such strange ways. have you seen my european garage? there is another way to do it, he said, he said; he said touch me more….touch me, i swear, i won’t touch you more than you said you claimed you claimed i would. meter me this.
my meter begins with the last time I had sex. It’s been 4 days by the meter
there was once a meter dash in gym class that we all had to run, jump, then triple jump along. I ran it fine, and jumped over the distance, but the triple jump ended me on my face, I skipped when I should have hopped, and landed on my foot, causing me to lurch forward, and I broke my finger.
I have nothing to say about a meter. Sorry for wasting space lol
there is no meter for this, we just blew the roof off. it’s like when you freeze mercury on a thermometer, because there is no way to measure this.
it’s all subjective, how you see it. we’re like conjoined twins.
are we our own person? I am not entirely sure I mind sharing, only sometimes it’s nice to have something I don’t know and you don’t know.
because knowing everything is a bit creepy, and all of this is a little odd.
i once ran a meter. i don’t think i cou;ld right now. my stomach really hurts, you see. because my boyfriend hit me. On accident. He was trying to tickle me. Which i dislike anyway. Jerk. Um. Potato. things. Stuff. this is a long 60 seconds. Dee dum da. La La.
lovely rita, meter maid, nothing can come between us, give us a wink and make me think of you! A meter is about three feet. Though I can’t remember if a kilometer is longer or shorter than a mile. Smart people know those things.
The meter was long to me. Longer than it had ever been. Just to take those last steps to look them in their eyes and tell them what I really thought of them.
meter. measure. time. quarters. grandma’s house. i don’t want to go. can’t find quarters. ahh.. i hate this. turn around. go home. park. couch. sleep. goodbye.
a meter is a unit of measurement, there isnt really much more to say about it……… I need a new word, this is retarted
She paused as she walked down the street, glancing at the parking meter a few feet ahead of her. It was running low, in fact, the driver only had a few moments to renew it. Glancing both ways, she sighed and dug a couple quarters from her pocket when she saw no one in site. She quickly renewed the meter and contiued down the street with a bounce in her step.
The meter difference between me and her stretched infinitely beyond; beyond ourselves, beyond our existences.
I reached out my arms to hug her, but it was too far of a span.
The Meters are one of the coolest bands from New Orleans in the 70s and 80s. “Yellow Moon” is a funky, chunky tune that never fails to make me happy. Unfortunately, I haven’t heard the song since the days when everyone was listening to vinyl.
a meter is like a yard. it’s kinda long, but it really isn’t when you think about it. i’ve only used meter sticks in science class, no where else. i’m not really a big fan of science. but once i had to use a meter stick as a straight edge. those things are hard to manage because they are so long. so i guess meter sticks are pretty long sometimes.
i threw the rock again. it hit his window this time, a light ‘plack’ on the glass. the lights flickered on. he came to the window, opened it, and just stared at me. my stomach dropped to my feet.
He watched the meter run, counting off the minutes as he tried to will his airway to stay open. He’d paid the price already, and would pay the taxi driver, too, but he couldn’t will himself out of the car.
parking meters really get on my nerves. why the hell cant we just park our cars and get out to do what we’re doing without havin to pay the damn fee? wtf? i hate the meter fairys. i hate the meters. i hate paying the fees.
hey check out that meter, pretty cool uh?, wanna get closer to it, but maybe it will electrosock me, that’s weird. should i tought it? damn it, why the damn word it’s meter and that green bar it’s freaking me out!, fucking fuck shit.
The meter reader left the yard with a dog that did not belong to him. The dog came home two weeks later with a broken rope around his neck. Two months later he was gone again.
so there’s this meter right and park in front of it and then i’m like SHIT no quarters. Now that’s just a bitch so I’m looking around and there’s this hobo. Cool lemme just ask a fucking hobo for money that’ll go over well, NOT. So here I am and I’m just thinking the whole time SHIT SHIT SHIT.
meter can be neater than yard as it’s a hundred centimeters, isn’t it better than however many inches a yard might be but of course it depends on the size of the yard.
What is meter? I don’t know either. Meter reminds me of meteor, and measurement. I really don’t know, or care at all. Meter reminds me of steering. A car, of course. What else? I’m stupid. Really. I am. Trust me. Read this. It’s dumb. Stupid. Not real. Really.
a measurement?i sure am taller than that :D. its not that long,is it?
a meter is 60 centimeters ,I am one meter and 78 centimeters in height.u can measure distances by this scale.
my height-ish…
yay oh my god i just found this website…. i wish i knew the meaning of life, i hate all the problems, but being happy is sooooo goood. its important to be happy, but i guess its important to cry too. anyone agree with me? i love video games, especially halo 3
The parking meter was clicking off the time. Before long a ticket would be placed on Maria’s windshield. She would come back, curse out the meter maid and throw a tantrum as was her daily schedule. Little did Maria know that today was her lucky day. She was on Candid Camera. SMILE!
the standard unit of measure for countries that actually make sense.