Palm trees and warmth and travel and postcards, all of which are things that I think are actually made of plastic. Palms and maps like lines in the sand. Palms and maps like the maps on your hand. Palms like the dry ones that I cant get off my arms. Palms like the ones that go straight to my face and make it so that I’ll never see what upset me.
Toby Sun
She held life in the palm of her hand. One tiny, precious life was all it took to make her feel special, needed. How could someone so small make her feel like she’d completed so much?
Amanda Shore
the palm of my hand is wet with sweat. my marriage is coming up within hours and my mind is swirling with thoughts of my future. Our future.
jo
In the palm of my hand rested a stone. Simple and pure, shining brilliantly in the light. A simple smile spread across my mouth, pleasure of memories. The stone, what it had given me. What it was left to give me, and for me to give. I won’t forget ever.
Naomiblue
his palm faced upward as i traced the contours of his skin and watched him lie there happy and tranquil as his skin touched mine…
Elise
Trees in dubai. The oil touching my hands. Soft. Intimate. Never ending waves in the dessert. I hope there is an oasis nearby. I may die here. I lose my breath and fall to the sand. Looking up my last sight is the palm tree ridiculing me in my last moments.
makaid
In the tree of my hand.
Emma
The palm of my hands is really sweaty. I’ve been drawing for a couple of hours. This might be one the my best drawings. I am very happy about it. It’s me and friend. I have a chicken hat on. It’s cool. :D Yay!
Katya
in the palm of His hand
held safe and tight
and perfect
I sit, waiting on
the rest of the world
if they would just linger
in the palm of His hand
there would be peace
at last
held safe and tight
and perfect
in the palm of His hand.
Jessica
the next thing i knew his head was in my palm and i was alone with my best friend who can no longer be my best friend nor my lover.
hannah
it fills with sweat, clammy and cold, trembling hands and speech left untold. grasping another’s, feeling their skin and not knowing whether or not to even begin. i sit and i sit and i stare at my palm and i’m beginning to think that my moment is gone.
Sy
Pebbles playing hide and seek in a concave with lines heading soutwest, northeast and directions in between. Softly gliding up and down…..
Royally Chic
i held a tiny petal in my palm and before i could study its every detail the wind stole it away and swept it into the vast air below the cliff where i was standing
megan
I hold things in the palm of my hand. They keep me going, farley likes to lick my palm when i wear lotion. i spell it plam sometimes because p and l are right by each other on the keyboard. i live on a street line with palm trees. that makes me a pretty lucky girl. i hope you are lucky too!
ab
My first nano second thought was the hand. That was quickly replaced with that old familiar blue/green combination of colors you’ve seen on tons of posters and post cards. Not to mention we’ve been talking about goin to the beach this summer…
Gwynn
My hands are hard an calloused from the handle of the ax in my hands. I’ve been chopping wood since 5 a.m. and still I must chop more. The sweat of my brow keeps my family warm. Worn skin is a price I’m willing to pay for the health of my family.
Peter Soto
Hello? Have you seen my palm? It’s the front of my hand. I lost it, see? I don’t know where it went. Ok, I’ll go look over there.
Jason
Dunkel sind deine Zeichen, dunkel deine Absicht, du kehrst sie um und keiner weiß, was geschieht.
Du weißt, wie man die Marionetten tanzen lässt und zugleich weißt du nichts, so wenig, wie wir über dich wissen.
Du drehst deine Hand ganz einfach um und wir wissen nichts.
Galinor
his palm ran across her arm, brushing the cooling sweat of the humid summer evening. Her skin shivered as the rough pads of his fingers ran across sensitive nerves. The summer scent was intoxicating.
setsuness
In the palm of my hand
Memories of places I’ve been
Like the small of your back
The nape of your neck
And I can feel it
Like it was yesterday
MichaelO
he clasped my hand so tight,our palms pressed against eachother. I have never felt so close to anyone. I didn’t mind that his palms were sweaty. We were together and that was all that mattered.
monica
The palm of his hand felt like the smoothest sandpaper on her cheek.
She looked up to see him, the one she cried over each night. He looked at her with tears in his own eyes, wishing she wouldn’t cry over him.
Bridget
The palm of your hand tells the future and tells your age. Good winkles. Not ones that you want to disappear by using over-the-counter wrinkle remover. Happy wrinkles that remind you that you lived.
Mia
the palm of my hand is like a road map, I do not know if it decribes anything about my paths in life, but pehaps it truly is a map of me. does my palm holds who I am?
HannaH
I’m pretty much eating the palm of my hand, because a testicular rabbit turned it to chocolate, so yeah, that’s what I think when I see palm? Not really, I’m just fucking weird, and I think 60 seconds is a lot shorter than this, what’s going on? Seriously, I’m all out…… Omfg, Time! Run out! Ahhhhh! Wtf? Well, yeah, chocolate testical palm.
Stephen Barnes
palm… palm tree… beach… vacation… would so love that right now…
Maria
in the palm of your hand, wrinkled and worn from years of exeperience and carefully aquired wisdom,
are those spices that added flavor to your pastas and soups
those hands that held those spices
and that held me when i was weeping
mb
i extended an open palm and asked you to love me. i was so very very late. your ingers were already laced with hers with no signs of unraveling. i walked away empty handed.
B
My palm extended out to the sky. I felt the dearly missed rain caress my hand, trickle down my arm. I stuck my Tongue out to catch a rain drop and instantly regretted it when I remembered the water cycle.
Joanna
The small piece of blue cardboard fitted just in the fold of my palm, demanding to be craddled, cherished, loved and kept forever. I did. And still do. It was my first rock concert ever after all…
Nathalie (Spacedlaw)
“All you are to me is DEAD SKIN.”
-Max Bemis
Say Anything wraps it up, once again.
it's a metaphor, fool
i love when i rubbed the palm of your hand when we slept in my car that night. then you rubbed my back. the whole thing was very cheesy, but it doesn’t even matter now so nevermind.
Amanda
of your hand. stroke with fingertips. the slight tickle makes you smile. such a happy splendid feeling, palm to palm, squeezing your hand, walking with our heads in the clouds and nothing to spoil this mood. don’t burst my bubble.
jeanna
I live on Palm Ave with my husband. My husband lived on Palm Ave as a child. It’s a small world.
Paulie
palm of my hand. Dorsal.
jack
I set my palm on the cool breathless body, and it became very overwhelming. As soon as I knew he was dead, I fell on the floor laughing.
Loretta
I don not see why I keep getting this word plam, if only I knew how or why.
BINGBING
DANIEL ARNTZ,
i love the feeling of your palm against my sweaty ass cheeks. is there a space in the word ass cheeks? i guess so. i would very much love it if you would nip over here and give me a kiss on the cheeks. are you excited for the potluck tomorrow? i know i am! i will be making my tuna casserole specialty.
spam
DEAREST YOUNG SPAMELA, I THINK OF YOU EVERY NIGHT WHEN I PALM MY FIRM,THROBBING MEMBER.
Danirl Arntz
Palm? In the palm of your hand. Palm pilot. Boktai; the Sun Is In Your Hands. Yes, I know I’m a nerd. I live with it. It was a very good game, for the Gameboy advance. It had a little solar sensor, and you were Django, Solar Warrior, and demon killer. It was amazing.
Palm trees and warmth and travel and postcards, all of which are things that I think are actually made of plastic. Palms and maps like lines in the sand. Palms and maps like the maps on your hand. Palms like the dry ones that I cant get off my arms. Palms like the ones that go straight to my face and make it so that I’ll never see what upset me.
She held life in the palm of her hand. One tiny, precious life was all it took to make her feel special, needed. How could someone so small make her feel like she’d completed so much?
the palm of my hand is wet with sweat. my marriage is coming up within hours and my mind is swirling with thoughts of my future. Our future.
In the palm of my hand rested a stone. Simple and pure, shining brilliantly in the light. A simple smile spread across my mouth, pleasure of memories. The stone, what it had given me. What it was left to give me, and for me to give. I won’t forget ever.
his palm faced upward as i traced the contours of his skin and watched him lie there happy and tranquil as his skin touched mine…
Trees in dubai. The oil touching my hands. Soft. Intimate. Never ending waves in the dessert. I hope there is an oasis nearby. I may die here. I lose my breath and fall to the sand. Looking up my last sight is the palm tree ridiculing me in my last moments.
In the tree of my hand.
The palm of my hands is really sweaty. I’ve been drawing for a couple of hours. This might be one the my best drawings. I am very happy about it. It’s me and friend. I have a chicken hat on. It’s cool. :D Yay!
in the palm of His hand
held safe and tight
and perfect
I sit, waiting on
the rest of the world
if they would just linger
in the palm of His hand
there would be peace
at last
held safe and tight
and perfect
in the palm of His hand.
the next thing i knew his head was in my palm and i was alone with my best friend who can no longer be my best friend nor my lover.
it fills with sweat, clammy and cold, trembling hands and speech left untold. grasping another’s, feeling their skin and not knowing whether or not to even begin. i sit and i sit and i stare at my palm and i’m beginning to think that my moment is gone.
Pebbles playing hide and seek in a concave with lines heading soutwest, northeast and directions in between. Softly gliding up and down…..
i held a tiny petal in my palm and before i could study its every detail the wind stole it away and swept it into the vast air below the cliff where i was standing
I hold things in the palm of my hand. They keep me going, farley likes to lick my palm when i wear lotion. i spell it plam sometimes because p and l are right by each other on the keyboard. i live on a street line with palm trees. that makes me a pretty lucky girl. i hope you are lucky too!
My first nano second thought was the hand. That was quickly replaced with that old familiar blue/green combination of colors you’ve seen on tons of posters and post cards. Not to mention we’ve been talking about goin to the beach this summer…
My hands are hard an calloused from the handle of the ax in my hands. I’ve been chopping wood since 5 a.m. and still I must chop more. The sweat of my brow keeps my family warm. Worn skin is a price I’m willing to pay for the health of my family.
Hello? Have you seen my palm? It’s the front of my hand. I lost it, see? I don’t know where it went. Ok, I’ll go look over there.
Dunkel sind deine Zeichen, dunkel deine Absicht, du kehrst sie um und keiner weiß, was geschieht.
Du weißt, wie man die Marionetten tanzen lässt und zugleich weißt du nichts, so wenig, wie wir über dich wissen.
Du drehst deine Hand ganz einfach um und wir wissen nichts.
his palm ran across her arm, brushing the cooling sweat of the humid summer evening. Her skin shivered as the rough pads of his fingers ran across sensitive nerves. The summer scent was intoxicating.
In the palm of my hand
Memories of places I’ve been
Like the small of your back
The nape of your neck
And I can feel it
Like it was yesterday
he clasped my hand so tight,our palms pressed against eachother. I have never felt so close to anyone. I didn’t mind that his palms were sweaty. We were together and that was all that mattered.
The palm of his hand felt like the smoothest sandpaper on her cheek.
She looked up to see him, the one she cried over each night. He looked at her with tears in his own eyes, wishing she wouldn’t cry over him.
The palm of your hand tells the future and tells your age. Good winkles. Not ones that you want to disappear by using over-the-counter wrinkle remover. Happy wrinkles that remind you that you lived.
the palm of my hand is like a road map, I do not know if it decribes anything about my paths in life, but pehaps it truly is a map of me. does my palm holds who I am?
I’m pretty much eating the palm of my hand, because a testicular rabbit turned it to chocolate, so yeah, that’s what I think when I see palm? Not really, I’m just fucking weird, and I think 60 seconds is a lot shorter than this, what’s going on? Seriously, I’m all out…… Omfg, Time! Run out! Ahhhhh! Wtf? Well, yeah, chocolate testical palm.
palm… palm tree… beach… vacation… would so love that right now…
in the palm of your hand, wrinkled and worn from years of exeperience and carefully aquired wisdom,
are those spices that added flavor to your pastas and soups
those hands that held those spices
and that held me when i was weeping
i extended an open palm and asked you to love me. i was so very very late. your ingers were already laced with hers with no signs of unraveling. i walked away empty handed.
My palm extended out to the sky. I felt the dearly missed rain caress my hand, trickle down my arm. I stuck my Tongue out to catch a rain drop and instantly regretted it when I remembered the water cycle.
The small piece of blue cardboard fitted just in the fold of my palm, demanding to be craddled, cherished, loved and kept forever. I did. And still do. It was my first rock concert ever after all…
“All you are to me is DEAD SKIN.”
-Max Bemis
Say Anything wraps it up, once again.
i love when i rubbed the palm of your hand when we slept in my car that night. then you rubbed my back. the whole thing was very cheesy, but it doesn’t even matter now so nevermind.
of your hand. stroke with fingertips. the slight tickle makes you smile. such a happy splendid feeling, palm to palm, squeezing your hand, walking with our heads in the clouds and nothing to spoil this mood. don’t burst my bubble.
I live on Palm Ave with my husband. My husband lived on Palm Ave as a child. It’s a small world.
palm of my hand. Dorsal.
I set my palm on the cool breathless body, and it became very overwhelming. As soon as I knew he was dead, I fell on the floor laughing.
I don not see why I keep getting this word plam, if only I knew how or why.
DANIEL ARNTZ,
i love the feeling of your palm against my sweaty ass cheeks. is there a space in the word ass cheeks? i guess so. i would very much love it if you would nip over here and give me a kiss on the cheeks. are you excited for the potluck tomorrow? i know i am! i will be making my tuna casserole specialty.
DEAREST YOUNG SPAMELA, I THINK OF YOU EVERY NIGHT WHEN I PALM MY FIRM,THROBBING MEMBER.
Palm? In the palm of your hand. Palm pilot. Boktai; the Sun Is In Your Hands. Yes, I know I’m a nerd. I live with it. It was a very good game, for the Gameboy advance. It had a little solar sensor, and you were Django, Solar Warrior, and demon killer. It was amazing.