in the coffin. Peeping through just a half inch on my side. I would push it back up and out of its hole but it is sharp and I don’t like pain. Funny. Slowly running out of oxygen is not that painful. When you don’t care, you don’t fear, without the fear no pain. Just drowsy. Rusty Nail.
Kristin
he was nailed to the floor with a railroad spike through his chest. There were smaller nails piercing his skull.
Lewis
its hard round slightly bent head. it had a narrow straight lean body. hard. steel hard. it didnt make sense. why was it just lying there alone on the floor. a clean floor. nothing around it that it would belong to. it was just there.
j lindsey
you can nail someone as in sexual or it is something that grows at the top of your figure in which you can paint, cut, bite, grow and more. there are also hangnails which are nasty and grow at the side of nails sometimes the moon is shaped liek a cut off nail :)
Lauren
“you nailed it” i said, as i threw more clothes into a ag and turned to face you. “i ever promised you anything, ut you thought i did, you never asked, you just assumed and now you are suddenly surprised when i’m leaving.”
and hammer. Two of the most creative and useful things for a person to have. You can repair, build, create and destroy with them. Nails connect, hammers affirm or destroy. A bent and rusty nail is the most sad thing to see.
Ray Martens
You hit the nail on the head when you raised that hammer
it came thundering down in a blur of silver stars
and when you raised it again in a threatening manner
I took to my heels, pushed aside iron bars
for you cannot trap me and then keep on hitting
I’m not just a plaything for you to beat down
and though running away can be seen as quitting
I’d prefer to give in than to wear this frown;
your nails cannot keep me locked down to this ending
I’ll make my own future without your chains
for the road from here on is one made of mending
and taking back what is mine, whatever remains.
my friend had a nail in her foot once…. it wasnt good. it got rank infected cause it was rusty and ya… it was bad. i used a nail once in carpentry class…. it wasnt rusty though and i didnt step on it…… im terrible at this…. haha
Six in a row. Six little rat skulls speared on them like pikes. The children from the neighbourhood put them there to keep guard over the street, the hollow eyes watching passer-by’s every move. They watched and kept guard. If anything unusual were to happen the children would be sure to know before anyone else.
i hate my nails, theyre really weird. i cant keep them long because they break really easily but i think keeping them short makes my hands look like boy hands.
something you hammer in, something you can paint colors and something you can break and try to peel off your finger. which hurts like hell.
bunnie
nails are weird. so weird. like what are they? they are a solid hard material, they scratch. i hate when they are scratched on a board. speaking of i used to bite my toenails when i was younger. ha. pretty grossss. and i hate the high maintenance people who get them done all the damn time.
Shannon Bute
I nailed the coffin with grim resignation. I knew that there would be no turning back. I had made my decision and now had to live with it.
I loved her but I was deluding myself into believing she was still alive.
Meaghan I
hammers are cool, yeah not really im an adolescent male im instantly thinking about nailing chicks sorry you go through puberty without thinking about it…….. dont judge me.
i have nails. they are on my fingers. i dont bite them but jenni does. my nails are pretty. there are nails in my door. nails keep things together. nails are dead cells! and same with your hair!! nails are metal, steel? you hammer nails into wood.
kayla
Bam Bam Bam.
That goddamned hammering won’t stop, will it?
Bam Bam Bam.
The guy who lives upstairs is an artist, apparently.
Bam Bam Bam.
He’s not a very good one.
Bam Bam Bam.
Thinks nailing pieces of wood together is art.
Bam Bam Bam.
I tried hammering a nail into my wooden wall. Almost knocked my side of the house down…
Then, I tried screwin’ it. Almost took my shirt with it.
Then I used duct tape. And the nail stuck perfectly. :)
hit by a hammer, bruised and scorned, pained by it’s own purpose, never final for one can always pull and twist it away…. beat, beat, beat. the dull sound of its misery. clang, clang, clang. til it sinks deep in the wood.
Breandra Barnes
As she looks down upon her nails she decides its time for her weekly manicure or to
Buy dinner chooses chooses.
I have fingernails as well as toenails. I like to paint them, especially when I’m in a bad mood. There’s something soothing about picking out a color and decorating a normally simple bodily feature. The color I choose usually depends on my mood, pink is for happy, purple may be for sad.
Kar
hammer.screw.bent into a tire. patched in the cold morning sunlight with the help of a few friends. love. built a bar. wood.surfboard.deckercanyon sign.
kristina
hard and cold….sharp and painful. also, it is useful and holds our homes and hearths together, simply and wonderfully. Just don’t step on a rusty one!
laura booth
He looked in her eyes. “Lets be like carpenters, we’ll get hammered and I’ll nail you.” She glared at him. That’s all he cared about, sex. So typical. He laughed at her. “Baby, I’m just kidding, I love you.” He kissed her. She didn’t fight it because, she knew he meant it.
The nail drove deep into the wood. It was rough but somehow beautiful at the same time. The smell of the sawdust all around made the room smell of fresh pine. The people worked harder then any others around them as they saw with their eyes what their work created.
Aary
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like painting my nails. Not just my own, my mother’s, old Miss Carrie, the maiden lady next door and my children’s many years later. They can be bright red or lavender or blue or purple or pink. It’s the tip of frivolity when all else is failing and the sky is raining down drowning my toes in drab.
nannan
She pounded the nail into the wall, carefully avoiding hitting her somewhat new French Manicure, then hung a quaint photo onto it. “Our first family portrait,” she smiled to her husband. “And here’s to many more,” he replied, kissing her. How family could bring you together.
something that is cold and slimy that goes up your foot Liin home alonethe movie when one of the robbers steps on one that kevin glued to the steps. Also I think of people hitting their thumbs when they try to nail boards together. It rhym with snail. A snail was hit by a nail while sitting by a rail. nail is such a boring wd. It’s not interesting , like flabberasted, and it doen’t mean anything like laptop.
emmie vroman
She said that she’d be doing nails. Doing nails? How could someone make a living doing that. This was in the 1970’s. Today, the end of 2010, the nail business is huge. I still don’t think you can make a decent living unless you are the owner.
sandy
She said that she’d be doing nails. Doing nails? How could someone make a living doing that. This was in the 1970’s. Today, the end of 2010, the nail business is huge. I still don’t think you can
sandy
There is an art to setting the perfect nail into wood with a tap and a pound. The tap stands it up so you can pull your fingers out of the way then you whack the nail hard and straight. Sounds easy but not many can do it. Fun to watch though.
I wonder what the importance of finger nails are? What would it be like not to have any? That would be so bad ass. In fact once the time is done, I’m going to remove them with a pair of pliers. Not before I snort a line of pain killers though! Safety first!
eric
Nein, Seile reichten ihnen nicht. Sie wollten ganz sicher sein, dass er nicht von diesem Baumstamm wegkommen würde. Und so nahmen sie riesige Nägel und trieben sie ihm durch die Handgelenke in das Kreuz.
They nailed her dog to her front door. “Cowards” she cried gritting her teeth. Their shameless artistry, meant for her was digested through the throat, by two nails that held the kanines flesh fixed to the wood. She barked into a deep moaning howl that made her shoulders quiver that spread down the thin of her back.
finger nails that are red or blue, toe nails too, but i nailed the interview today. so there.
lorraine
Grey, hard, and straight as a narrow man, the carpenter uses this phallic object to secure down planks and other things that need putting-together. Such a timeless piece, it has enjoyed an almost sacred place in carpentry history.
Irwin
I did this one already. I wonder how quickly these change. Also, since I’m no longer thinking about “nail,” I should focus on the fact that I am watching “The Christmas Shoes and what that says about my sad life.
in the coffin. Peeping through just a half inch on my side. I would push it back up and out of its hole but it is sharp and I don’t like pain. Funny. Slowly running out of oxygen is not that painful. When you don’t care, you don’t fear, without the fear no pain. Just drowsy. Rusty Nail.
he was nailed to the floor with a railroad spike through his chest. There were smaller nails piercing his skull.
its hard round slightly bent head. it had a narrow straight lean body. hard. steel hard. it didnt make sense. why was it just lying there alone on the floor. a clean floor. nothing around it that it would belong to. it was just there.
you can nail someone as in sexual or it is something that grows at the top of your figure in which you can paint, cut, bite, grow and more. there are also hangnails which are nasty and grow at the side of nails sometimes the moon is shaped liek a cut off nail :)
“you nailed it” i said, as i threw more clothes into a ag and turned to face you. “i ever promised you anything, ut you thought i did, you never asked, you just assumed and now you are suddenly surprised when i’m leaving.”
and hammer. Two of the most creative and useful things for a person to have. You can repair, build, create and destroy with them. Nails connect, hammers affirm or destroy. A bent and rusty nail is the most sad thing to see.
You hit the nail on the head when you raised that hammer
it came thundering down in a blur of silver stars
and when you raised it again in a threatening manner
I took to my heels, pushed aside iron bars
for you cannot trap me and then keep on hitting
I’m not just a plaything for you to beat down
and though running away can be seen as quitting
I’d prefer to give in than to wear this frown;
your nails cannot keep me locked down to this ending
I’ll make my own future without your chains
for the road from here on is one made of mending
and taking back what is mine, whatever remains.
my friend had a nail in her foot once…. it wasnt good. it got rank infected cause it was rusty and ya… it was bad. i used a nail once in carpentry class…. it wasnt rusty though and i didnt step on it…… im terrible at this…. haha
Six in a row. Six little rat skulls speared on them like pikes. The children from the neighbourhood put them there to keep guard over the street, the hollow eyes watching passer-by’s every move. They watched and kept guard. If anything unusual were to happen the children would be sure to know before anyone else.
i had a headache hang by a nail once.
hard and tough
was she in my skull
and no amount of banging
could knock her out of there.
she was tough stuff she was
by teeth she fought
and like nails she fucked.
i hate my nails, theyre really weird. i cant keep them long because they break really easily but i think keeping them short makes my hands look like boy hands.
something you hammer in, something you can paint colors and something you can break and try to peel off your finger. which hurts like hell.
nails are weird. so weird. like what are they? they are a solid hard material, they scratch. i hate when they are scratched on a board. speaking of i used to bite my toenails when i was younger. ha. pretty grossss. and i hate the high maintenance people who get them done all the damn time.
I nailed the coffin with grim resignation. I knew that there would be no turning back. I had made my decision and now had to live with it.
I loved her but I was deluding myself into believing she was still alive.
hammers are cool, yeah not really im an adolescent male im instantly thinking about nailing chicks sorry you go through puberty without thinking about it…….. dont judge me.
i have nails. they are on my fingers. i dont bite them but jenni does. my nails are pretty. there are nails in my door. nails keep things together. nails are dead cells! and same with your hair!! nails are metal, steel? you hammer nails into wood.
Bam Bam Bam.
That goddamned hammering won’t stop, will it?
Bam Bam Bam.
The guy who lives upstairs is an artist, apparently.
Bam Bam Bam.
He’s not a very good one.
Bam Bam Bam.
Thinks nailing pieces of wood together is art.
Bam Bam Bam.
out the shed wall. Long, bent, rusted. Nailed my shirt sleeve as I hurtles from the roof.
Cart wheeled, hit the ground hard.
The nail was entering my skin, little by little. You see, there wasn’t an intention to it at first, but it was entering my skin.
You stared at me like an animal.
What are you going to do now, huh?
I tried hammering a nail into my wooden wall. Almost knocked my side of the house down…
Then, I tried screwin’ it. Almost took my shirt with it.
Then I used duct tape. And the nail stuck perfectly. :)
hit by a hammer, bruised and scorned, pained by it’s own purpose, never final for one can always pull and twist it away…. beat, beat, beat. the dull sound of its misery. clang, clang, clang. til it sinks deep in the wood.
As she looks down upon her nails she decides its time for her weekly manicure or to
Buy dinner chooses chooses.
I have fingernails as well as toenails. I like to paint them, especially when I’m in a bad mood. There’s something soothing about picking out a color and decorating a normally simple bodily feature. The color I choose usually depends on my mood, pink is for happy, purple may be for sad.
hammer.screw.bent into a tire. patched in the cold morning sunlight with the help of a few friends. love. built a bar. wood.surfboard.deckercanyon sign.
hard and cold….sharp and painful. also, it is useful and holds our homes and hearths together, simply and wonderfully. Just don’t step on a rusty one!
He looked in her eyes. “Lets be like carpenters, we’ll get hammered and I’ll nail you.” She glared at him. That’s all he cared about, sex. So typical. He laughed at her. “Baby, I’m just kidding, I love you.” He kissed her. She didn’t fight it because, she knew he meant it.
The nail drove deep into the wood. It was rough but somehow beautiful at the same time. The smell of the sawdust all around made the room smell of fresh pine. The people worked harder then any others around them as they saw with their eyes what their work created.
I can’t remember a time when I didn’t like painting my nails. Not just my own, my mother’s, old Miss Carrie, the maiden lady next door and my children’s many years later. They can be bright red or lavender or blue or purple or pink. It’s the tip of frivolity when all else is failing and the sky is raining down drowning my toes in drab.
She pounded the nail into the wall, carefully avoiding hitting her somewhat new French Manicure, then hung a quaint photo onto it. “Our first family portrait,” she smiled to her husband. “And here’s to many more,” he replied, kissing her. How family could bring you together.
something that is cold and slimy that goes up your foot Liin home alonethe movie when one of the robbers steps on one that kevin glued to the steps. Also I think of people hitting their thumbs when they try to nail boards together. It rhym with snail. A snail was hit by a nail while sitting by a rail. nail is such a boring wd. It’s not interesting , like flabberasted, and it doen’t mean anything like laptop.
She said that she’d be doing nails. Doing nails? How could someone make a living doing that. This was in the 1970’s. Today, the end of 2010, the nail business is huge. I still don’t think you can make a decent living unless you are the owner.
She said that she’d be doing nails. Doing nails? How could someone make a living doing that. This was in the 1970’s. Today, the end of 2010, the nail business is huge. I still don’t think you can
There is an art to setting the perfect nail into wood with a tap and a pound. The tap stands it up so you can pull your fingers out of the way then you whack the nail hard and straight. Sounds easy but not many can do it. Fun to watch though.
I wonder what the importance of finger nails are? What would it be like not to have any? That would be so bad ass. In fact once the time is done, I’m going to remove them with a pair of pliers. Not before I snort a line of pain killers though! Safety first!
Nein, Seile reichten ihnen nicht. Sie wollten ganz sicher sein, dass er nicht von diesem Baumstamm wegkommen würde. Und so nahmen sie riesige Nägel und trieben sie ihm durch die Handgelenke in das Kreuz.
They nailed her dog to her front door. “Cowards” she cried gritting her teeth. Their shameless artistry, meant for her was digested through the throat, by two nails that held the kanines flesh fixed to the wood. She barked into a deep moaning howl that made her shoulders quiver that spread down the thin of her back.
finger nails that are red or blue, toe nails too, but i nailed the interview today. so there.
Grey, hard, and straight as a narrow man, the carpenter uses this phallic object to secure down planks and other things that need putting-together. Such a timeless piece, it has enjoyed an almost sacred place in carpentry history.
I did this one already. I wonder how quickly these change. Also, since I’m no longer thinking about “nail,” I should focus on the fact that I am watching “The Christmas Shoes and what that says about my sad life.
The nail is big, long, thick and corroded. It was bought at Ace Hardware, it was on sale because it was not being sold.