i want to chop it up and make guacamole.
skin cancer.
marilyn monroe<3
monroe piercing.
hairy moles.
desiree
jonathan the spider lives in my room
jonathan the spider has become my doom
i cant find his hidey hole
i feel helpless, blind as a mole
i hate this lack of control
i wish i could beat him with a broom.
I think I have one on my neck. I have had it for a long time. It hasn’t changed or become bigger. It is just there. I don’t think I could look at people with moles for a long period of time without wanting to stare.
P. Esh
: a traitor to a group. Also, moles are little hairy disgusting looking things that dig holes in your yard. Hairy Hairy things on people’s bodies too. Gross. Moley MOLEY MOLEYYY MOLE!!!!!!!!!!
Adam
I haven’t seen many moles but my mother inlaw tels an adorable story about my husband and him trying to rescue a mole from a cat when he was very young. He refused to put it down even though it was biting him because he didn’t want the cat to kill the mole. She says she should have known and pushed him into vet school, i hate to hear the regret in her voice as she says this; doesn’t she know that if she had pushed him, he never would have worked with animals?
E Mullien
mole, a mole in a hole somewhere. probably in a wide field. he doesnt have much to think about but other then how to hunt and support his family moles sitting back in and around his hole
scott
“We have a mole,” Johnson whispered emphatically as the team prepared their materials. “There’s no other way they could know.” “Oh please,” Myerson retorted. “Your imagination is working over time.” “Oh yeah?” Johnson cried she stirred the giant pot under the “Williams County Chili Cook-Off” sign. “Then how could they know our secret ingredient was watermelon seeds?”
Izolda
The mole people, deep underground, making their tunnels,
Enjoying their wine and cheese…
They do exist, don’t believe me if you dare,
I have seen them in their laire…
They have a plan, so beware…
They are coming to steal you underwear
“Mac and cheese is the one for me,” the little mole said as he sprang from his hole. “You can pile on my plate any pasta that you’d like, but if it don’t have cheese then it don’t appeal to me!”
The onlookers stood and watched, perturbed by the talking rodent at their feet. One, a small boy with disheveled hair, moved up next to the hole and soundly smote the creature on its head. Pleased, the crowd ambled on into the rest of their afternoon.
One day a mole popped his head up out of his mole hole. Since mole’s can’t see very well her never saw me standing there with my shotgun. All he heard was a click and a bang. Treats him right for digging up my ficking lawn.
a spy that infiltrates the government of another, his is the most dangerous kind of life. never knowing what is going to happen, he lives in constant fear that he or she will be discovered. and it is often women more than it is men.
Chris Miller
You’re a slave to my long eyelashes and the mole on my cheek that could just be a speck of eyeliner, except it’s shaped like a little pentagram if you look close enough. Loving me is conflicting whiplash. I’ll throw you every time I blink.
Mole? What kind of word is mole, honestly? I mean, there’s the animal, then that wretched thing on some people’s faces. Okay, so some people find them beautiful and I guess I could see that, but honestly,…moles are disgusting and should have never been invented.. Then again, if they could somehow help us find a cure for cancer then they’d be of some use.
Wind in the Willows. My mom read them to me once when I was a kid.
A girl I just saw at my track meet- she had a beauty spot on her lip.
MY beauty-ish spot.
the meercats at the zoo that we used to see.
Oh AP Chemistry. How glad I am to be finished with you. No longer do I have to worry about a mole of this reacting with a mole of that, or this many moles per kilogram. I couldn’t give less of a shit about molarity or molality right now. All I care about his him.
But next year, HE’LL be the one dealing with moles, and I’ll decide to step in and help him. Chemistry will always follow me.
We’re too dilute right now. Too many liters of solvent (air) to the two measly “atoms” of us. I wish we could “minimize the space between us” (as you said) and make our volumes significant (as the kinetic molecular theory says)……… sorry I’m such a nerd.
mole something on my arm
my dog chases moles
digging in the dirt
wags his tale
dirty muddy paws
lines in the grass
plays and rolls over
aerating the earth
digging in the dirt
finding those feel good emotions
Amy Barnes
there’s a little bit of cloth leftover from the stuffed animal sewn together. I used poor double stitching and turned it inside out before stuffing it. somehow, it represents gold. its weight? one mole
Diannicus
i have one. it’s getting worse. i hope that’s okay, but there’s no way of knowing really, not with no healthcare these days. all the same, i like my mole. i also like animal-style moles. not like in ‘n out style with 1,000 island dressing, but like, furry in a hole, wiggling your nose style. good times, good times.
heidi hough
He found it while showering 2 years ago. He was then an athletic and strong man who enjoyed working out of doors. The mole. He thought of the growth like a clandestine snitcher, who held stories of his imminent death.
Frank Pray
The mole burrowed deeper into the ground and broke into his home tunnel. He scurried down it quickly and burst into his living room, out of breath and panting. He yelled to Mrs. Mole, “Hurry up and get ready, because the Frogs are coming for dinner!.”
One day a mole popped his head out his mole hole and I blew it off with my shotgun. I like rum.
Mark Page
Would I ever become a mole person? How can you live without civilization, without human interaction? You must really hate people to become one. Life without sunlight, or nature. I would not be able to stand it. My life, as a mole, would surely end badly.
in a hole, withering away in its on abyss and delutions it may seem that i cannot confer this retort with much reasoning or symbolism but my imaginary elloquence makes for a long thought that is scrambled, mistaken and completely not understandable.
Bill
A blank canvas and all you see is that speck. Where are you when I need you in the dark.
There’s nothing left to see when I’ve seen it all. There’s nothing left but me when you left that New Year. A speck that is engraved in my heart till I find another soul.
unseenbeaute
I have an itchy mole. It isn’t pretty. But it makes me who I am. Without this mole, my entire being would be lost. It is my magical mole and only mine. I would never let a surgeon take away my big itchy nasty magical mole. I would kill them with my ninja powers.
Me.
“We’ve got a mole. I want to know who it is. ”
Nate shuffled his feet nervously.
“Nate?” The boss was right in front of him.
“Yes, sir?”
“You look a little nervous, Nate.”
“I am, sir.”
“Is there a reason for that, Nate? You don’t happen to know who it is, do you?”
“I do, sir.”
The boss smiled grimly. “You’ll need to tell me who, son.”
“No, I won’t.”
The boss frowned. Then, there was a flash of steel, and he slumped forward. The men looked at Nate. He smiled.
“Sorry, boys,” he said quietly, opening his jacket to reveal the explosives. “Sorry.”
There was this show. It was a fantastic show–so everyone said. All we did was march and march and march, and everyone would laugh and laugh and laugh. It was funny because it seemed to me that the “waving of the red flag” began with we moles in A Year With Frog and Toad at the Old School Theatre, not with the iconic opera Les Miserables.
Emily
small black or brown difigurement that can look attractive or disgusting depending upon its location. Elle Macpherson is an example of the former.. oooh yeah, smoking hot!!! Moles can also live underground creepy ay!
Liam
Mole. It has multiple meanings. “She had an ugly mole on her face, oh yeah, and she was green too” can mean she was a witch. That’s not really subtle, though, and quite stereotypical. Mole can also be someone who rats out the government, or leaks plans. Or it’s a cute little fuzzy animal.
why hello there little one. Are you there, resting on my neck? Do you kiss, or bite? Sharp teeth, or soft tongue…are you both? Pain or beauty? I crane my neck, but i still cannot see.
the one who cant be trusted. the creature that cannot see. the thing that you do not want to be seen.
Kaley Winters
Is that like a mole on someone’s face, one that is really hard to stop staring at because it’s just right there and you want to look away but you can’t. Or is it like a mole that lives in the ground?
Katie
old ladies face, so dark and gray. Hairy huge, scary too. Get that removed its not healthy, you! Creeping out and under her skin. Leaving a mark of cleansing sin. Ew how!, disgusting
olivia sill
a mole is hiding under a rock. waiting. waiting. waiting.
what is that noise? what is that smell? what is that sound?
what is it?
shall i come out to see? shall i come out from under this rock?
waiting. waiting. waiting.
Michelle
i have a mole. Its on my neck. gently kissing it. maybe. or maybe its strangling me. maybe its full of hate, and disease, like a lover who turns out to be your ghost, like an embrace that ends with a knife in the back.
Gillian
uhhh. mole like the facial, and sometimes hairy thing? or one that burrows…
Rachel
I have a mole. A cute mole, not one of those bi black moles that stereotypical ugly people have. Just a small one on my neck. Actually there are two of them! I hope you know by now that I’m talking about the large freckle, not the animal!
i want to chop it up and make guacamole.
skin cancer.
marilyn monroe<3
monroe piercing.
hairy moles.
jonathan the spider lives in my room
jonathan the spider has become my doom
i cant find his hidey hole
i feel helpless, blind as a mole
i hate this lack of control
i wish i could beat him with a broom.
I think I have one on my neck. I have had it for a long time. It hasn’t changed or become bigger. It is just there. I don’t think I could look at people with moles for a long period of time without wanting to stare.
: a traitor to a group. Also, moles are little hairy disgusting looking things that dig holes in your yard. Hairy Hairy things on people’s bodies too. Gross. Moley MOLEY MOLEYYY MOLE!!!!!!!!!!
I haven’t seen many moles but my mother inlaw tels an adorable story about my husband and him trying to rescue a mole from a cat when he was very young. He refused to put it down even though it was biting him because he didn’t want the cat to kill the mole. She says she should have known and pushed him into vet school, i hate to hear the regret in her voice as she says this; doesn’t she know that if she had pushed him, he never would have worked with animals?
mole, a mole in a hole somewhere. probably in a wide field. he doesnt have much to think about but other then how to hunt and support his family moles sitting back in and around his hole
“We have a mole,” Johnson whispered emphatically as the team prepared their materials. “There’s no other way they could know.” “Oh please,” Myerson retorted. “Your imagination is working over time.” “Oh yeah?” Johnson cried she stirred the giant pot under the “Williams County Chili Cook-Off” sign. “Then how could they know our secret ingredient was watermelon seeds?”
The mole people, deep underground, making their tunnels,
Enjoying their wine and cheese…
They do exist, don’t believe me if you dare,
I have seen them in their laire…
They have a plan, so beware…
They are coming to steal you underwear
You’re just like a mole trying to dig to find something that not exist, at least no more.
“Mac and cheese is the one for me,” the little mole said as he sprang from his hole. “You can pile on my plate any pasta that you’d like, but if it don’t have cheese then it don’t appeal to me!”
The onlookers stood and watched, perturbed by the talking rodent at their feet. One, a small boy with disheveled hair, moved up next to the hole and soundly smote the creature on its head. Pleased, the crowd ambled on into the rest of their afternoon.
One day a mole popped his head up out of his mole hole. Since mole’s can’t see very well her never saw me standing there with my shotgun. All he heard was a click and a bang. Treats him right for digging up my ficking lawn.
a spy that infiltrates the government of another, his is the most dangerous kind of life. never knowing what is going to happen, he lives in constant fear that he or she will be discovered. and it is often women more than it is men.
You’re a slave to my long eyelashes and the mole on my cheek that could just be a speck of eyeliner, except it’s shaped like a little pentagram if you look close enough. Loving me is conflicting whiplash. I’ll throw you every time I blink.
Mole? What kind of word is mole, honestly? I mean, there’s the animal, then that wretched thing on some people’s faces. Okay, so some people find them beautiful and I guess I could see that, but honestly,…moles are disgusting and should have never been invented.. Then again, if they could somehow help us find a cure for cancer then they’d be of some use.
Wind in the Willows. My mom read them to me once when I was a kid.
A girl I just saw at my track meet- she had a beauty spot on her lip.
MY beauty-ish spot.
the meercats at the zoo that we used to see.
Oh AP Chemistry. How glad I am to be finished with you. No longer do I have to worry about a mole of this reacting with a mole of that, or this many moles per kilogram. I couldn’t give less of a shit about molarity or molality right now. All I care about his him.
But next year, HE’LL be the one dealing with moles, and I’ll decide to step in and help him. Chemistry will always follow me.
We’re too dilute right now. Too many liters of solvent (air) to the two measly “atoms” of us. I wish we could “minimize the space between us” (as you said) and make our volumes significant (as the kinetic molecular theory says)……… sorry I’m such a nerd.
It was surprisingly well hidden. As it was the main thing that gave him away he was very impressed. And relieved. Nothing could stop his escape now.
mole something on my arm
my dog chases moles
digging in the dirt
wags his tale
dirty muddy paws
lines in the grass
plays and rolls over
aerating the earth
digging in the dirt
finding those feel good emotions
there’s a little bit of cloth leftover from the stuffed animal sewn together. I used poor double stitching and turned it inside out before stuffing it. somehow, it represents gold. its weight? one mole
i have one. it’s getting worse. i hope that’s okay, but there’s no way of knowing really, not with no healthcare these days. all the same, i like my mole. i also like animal-style moles. not like in ‘n out style with 1,000 island dressing, but like, furry in a hole, wiggling your nose style. good times, good times.
He found it while showering 2 years ago. He was then an athletic and strong man who enjoyed working out of doors. The mole. He thought of the growth like a clandestine snitcher, who held stories of his imminent death.
The mole burrowed deeper into the ground and broke into his home tunnel. He scurried down it quickly and burst into his living room, out of breath and panting. He yelled to Mrs. Mole, “Hurry up and get ready, because the Frogs are coming for dinner!.”
One day a mole popped his head out his mole hole and I blew it off with my shotgun. I like rum.
Would I ever become a mole person? How can you live without civilization, without human interaction? You must really hate people to become one. Life without sunlight, or nature. I would not be able to stand it. My life, as a mole, would surely end badly.
in a hole, withering away in its on abyss and delutions it may seem that i cannot confer this retort with much reasoning or symbolism but my imaginary elloquence makes for a long thought that is scrambled, mistaken and completely not understandable.
A blank canvas and all you see is that speck. Where are you when I need you in the dark.
There’s nothing left to see when I’ve seen it all. There’s nothing left but me when you left that New Year. A speck that is engraved in my heart till I find another soul.
I have an itchy mole. It isn’t pretty. But it makes me who I am. Without this mole, my entire being would be lost. It is my magical mole and only mine. I would never let a surgeon take away my big itchy nasty magical mole. I would kill them with my ninja powers.
“We’ve got a mole. I want to know who it is. ”
Nate shuffled his feet nervously.
“Nate?” The boss was right in front of him.
“Yes, sir?”
“You look a little nervous, Nate.”
“I am, sir.”
“Is there a reason for that, Nate? You don’t happen to know who it is, do you?”
“I do, sir.”
The boss smiled grimly. “You’ll need to tell me who, son.”
“No, I won’t.”
The boss frowned. Then, there was a flash of steel, and he slumped forward. The men looked at Nate. He smiled.
“Sorry, boys,” he said quietly, opening his jacket to reveal the explosives. “Sorry.”
There was this show. It was a fantastic show–so everyone said. All we did was march and march and march, and everyone would laugh and laugh and laugh. It was funny because it seemed to me that the “waving of the red flag” began with we moles in A Year With Frog and Toad at the Old School Theatre, not with the iconic opera Les Miserables.
small black or brown difigurement that can look attractive or disgusting depending upon its location. Elle Macpherson is an example of the former.. oooh yeah, smoking hot!!! Moles can also live underground creepy ay!
Mole. It has multiple meanings. “She had an ugly mole on her face, oh yeah, and she was green too” can mean she was a witch. That’s not really subtle, though, and quite stereotypical. Mole can also be someone who rats out the government, or leaks plans. Or it’s a cute little fuzzy animal.
Dark. My mind reels, the blackness takes over. My claws feel for mud and my un-seeing eyes search hungrily for the sunlight.
why hello there little one. Are you there, resting on my neck? Do you kiss, or bite? Sharp teeth, or soft tongue…are you both? Pain or beauty? I crane my neck, but i still cannot see.
the one who cant be trusted. the creature that cannot see. the thing that you do not want to be seen.
Is that like a mole on someone’s face, one that is really hard to stop staring at because it’s just right there and you want to look away but you can’t. Or is it like a mole that lives in the ground?
old ladies face, so dark and gray. Hairy huge, scary too. Get that removed its not healthy, you! Creeping out and under her skin. Leaving a mark of cleansing sin. Ew how!, disgusting
a mole is hiding under a rock. waiting. waiting. waiting.
what is that noise? what is that smell? what is that sound?
what is it?
shall i come out to see? shall i come out from under this rock?
waiting. waiting. waiting.
i have a mole. Its on my neck. gently kissing it. maybe. or maybe its strangling me. maybe its full of hate, and disease, like a lover who turns out to be your ghost, like an embrace that ends with a knife in the back.
uhhh. mole like the facial, and sometimes hairy thing? or one that burrows…
I have a mole. A cute mole, not one of those bi black moles that stereotypical ugly people have. Just a small one on my neck. Actually there are two of them! I hope you know by now that I’m talking about the large freckle, not the animal!