The word palm makes me think of palm readers. I have never been to see a palm reader, but I think it would be interesting to have the lines on my hands interpreted and translated into a map of the events of my future.
Most palm readers, though, are bullshit.
Sara
Well, I didn’t expect to see palm because it was in the example that an English teacher set. When I think of palm, I think of palm trees in the Philippines. I think of blowing wind and warm weather. Unfortunately, I also sense the smell of Manila’s pollution. Overall, palm is cool.
Raymond
I love palm trees, they are one of the delights of living in San Diego, but I have tried and tried and am not very good at drawing and painting them. No reason the stop, they remain as some artists spend their life painting bamboo.
I also think of the palm of my hand, reading my palm. What does the future hold?
Rachel
I turned your palm over once and kissed along your knowledge line, held up my own hand and matched my life line to yours. They weren’t a perfect fit but they followed the same roller-coaster curve, and I knew we would ride it together.
When I looked for your heart line, it was missing – but before I could gasp, you kissed me quiet. “You stole it the day we met,” you said quietly. “I never got it back.”
Anna
In the palm of my hand, your hand, her hand, his hand His hand, our hands, their hands! I scratched my palm thoughtfully; it tickled! Palm leaves — I used to sell them for Palm Sunday, in my flower shop! How many palms have you seen (live trees?) my time is running out!
Holly
i left my palm pilot at this mans house the other day. when i went to retreave it the man was dead and there was blood everyhere as i looked at the man he had no cuts. it was like i was in sherelock holmes book srtange
lukeeee
Welcome to the paradise
where the sky are blue
and sun shine everyday
indianaindah
The palm of my hand is not a window to my soul. It shows the callouses of my labors and the softness of lotions i use. It does not tell you how long I shall live nor how many babies I shall produce.
Kathy
The light in my palm began to glow. The concominate tingle spread through my arm and shoulder, finally consuming my whole frame. It had never been like this before. I didn’t know what to expect this time.
Deborah Lawton
hand phone springs sweaty clamy rough
tara
In the palm of my hand stood a little man. He was 3cm tall. We talked and talked for hours on matters of the world, life. He said to me soon after, my dear Miss Miller, will you marry me?
Miss Miller
The palm of my hand was coated in a thin layer of sweat as I waited outside the doctor’s office. I was terrified. The door swung open, after what seemed like hours. “We need to speak in private.”
Elle
As he stared at her, Leora felt her palms becoming clammy. She clutched at the top of her bath robe tightly, feeling the need to rush from the room as quickly as possible.
brittany
“well”, sighed Matt, glancing at his wife’s tear stained face, “we can palm Sarah off on some brute looking for a teen bride…& recieve a dowery for it!” A rather meager one, he speculated. “Seriously, Marge, I found a web site, sellyourdaughter.com, that specializes in “placement” of girls who’ll assume the dutiful role of Southern Christian wife. Marge, this is a lot cheaper than another go at rehab…Marge, are you listening? They’ll pay us at least $1500. That’d allow you to remodel the kitchen countertop, yes?”
@
I had it all
just the way I wanted
I wrote your name a thousand times
on the inside of my mind
scarred along the walls, it’s deep
you’re just another one that I can’t keep
Josh Miller
of my hand, of the tree… which does it seem to you? Can you read the lines of the coconut, crack open my head and drink in the milk of my mind? When a breeze blows and you see me sway, do you know that it’s because my roots are and always have been firmly in the ground?
Ethan
centre of the hand, rough sometimes smooth, telling all once about a soul. lifestime in lines and parralles
mw hall
When I recieved a free Palm Treo, I thought it was godsend. However, upon opening it, I found that it was shattered in a million pieces and I could ot find the warranty! I didn’t know what to do!
Ian
The newborn fit into my hand; like a half-broken porcelain cup, she needed alot of time and glue before she could live a normal life.
Bekkah
i have something in my palm… stigmata or a splinter?? iono they say you can palm read and that u can see into your future, but how much can a palm really do? for that matter u shld be able to see your past from the sole of your food. I relaly like palm trees, more so i think i like the atmosphere around which palm trees grow.
brenna
I want your palm to rest on my heart–but respectfully drift no lower. I want your palm to press flush against mine, fold around my waist, or find a perfect fit pressed to my hipbone.
Temes Libelle Marlin
Hands hold the delicate meaning of spirit. We touch, hold, the physical manifestation of our spirt is within our palm. With love, or lovers hands, it is all used. To stroke, and caresss. To invoke those feeling of lust and pleasure all in the palm of your hand.
AIne
the palm of my hand is yours,
the back i know better than anything.
the palm of my hand is for you
to take
and use
and make your own.
so part of my hand,
part of my veins
will be yours
(the palm)
and part of my hand,
part of my skin
will be mine.
tesia
face palm, omg, computer, leet (spelt wrong) idioms. I’m at my computer googling, de-motivational posters, pressing through the threads and boards, following, linking
Yolk
I cupped his head in my hands, never had something so precious graced my palm. It was one of those moments that I knew I was supposed to remember and cherish forever, but I also knew that my palm didn’t want to have to care forever.
Audrey
My mom and I were looking at our palms and comparing our lines. She has crosses. I have Y’s. Reading palms would be a pretty cool art to learn.I have one really deep line and the rest are really not deep. At all.
E.J.
Frank saw that his palm was white. He could not remember what he did the day before until his eyes caught the glace of a letter address to him. It was his mother.
Akuma Saint
i have you in the palm of my hand ever since the night you said to me “are you gonna remember this in the morning?”
i can see you trying to play hard to get, trying to be mysterious, not playing into me too much. i like it. any other way and i’d probably just get annoyed.
but let’s not make it nothing but a rebound.
jane
I look at the palm of my hand…I see lines. I see swirls. What secrets does my palm hold? What secrets does it hide? Do I want to see those secrets? I wonder….what could be so bad about knowing the future that it has to be hiddin in lines?
Kraal
The image of your hand still traces over the palm that I hold faced up in the still darkness of the room. I miss you being here.
hugarbol
he looked at the woman. Experience lined her eyes in the wrinkles that gracefully covered her face. He became uncontrollably aware of the silence surrounding them, and waited for her to jump and scare him, as if it all were a joke. Instead, she slowly looked up and reached for his palm as she gently said, ‘The spirits are ready.’
Tori
fits nicely is smooth and holds warmth the mother womb takes it’s cue from the depth it provides with warm ridges and times tales in every crease the lines tell a tale of future and past no one believes it but the world’s map is in the palm of your hand. We hold it near to us and often mistake it for simple hand. If only one could truly decipher such a vast cup of flesh as the palm. What answers could we reach!
tracey
island trees
fatima
tree hand, palmolive oil, where are all the palm trees gone, they;re cutting them down for fuel, rosy palm and her five sisters, what have they got to do with it, very little, you can hardly blame a cheeky wank on the worlds fuel shortage
surpriserman
see, sand, coconuts, surfing, woman, drinks, musick, fun oil, milk
inannaha
Palm trees are in the distance. Land? Land! Hey guys, we hit land! Ah, thanks the heavens above we’ve hit land! All this time at sea’s really getting to me, I’m sick of the blue both above and below. But palm trees cast shadows. Thems is black.
Blake G.
palm oil will fucking kill you he said these vegan doughnuts are full of it. i looked down at the plump, pink fried dough with jolly sprinkles spangling its top. a killer lurking in the anarchist coffee shop
foxtail
the palm of my hand has very deep grooves and lines.. I wonder what that means? then of course there is palm oil and palm trees and palm plants.. even monkey’s have palms. Actually I would love to learn the art of palmistry!
Tanya
I opened up the palm of my hand to find him still there. His tiny wings spaying apart as flight seemed like only a distant dream. I prayed that he would stay with me and be my pet. He died a little later. I think th
Lucy
In the palm of his hand, he held the key. The key to life, the key to death, the key to power and deceit. He held the key to the world, and he knew just what to do with it.
His palm bloody, his fingers twitching, he knelt down onto the ground and clenched his fists over the key. The small, diamond shaped key.
The word palm makes me think of palm readers. I have never been to see a palm reader, but I think it would be interesting to have the lines on my hands interpreted and translated into a map of the events of my future.
Most palm readers, though, are bullshit.
Well, I didn’t expect to see palm because it was in the example that an English teacher set. When I think of palm, I think of palm trees in the Philippines. I think of blowing wind and warm weather. Unfortunately, I also sense the smell of Manila’s pollution. Overall, palm is cool.
I love palm trees, they are one of the delights of living in San Diego, but I have tried and tried and am not very good at drawing and painting them. No reason the stop, they remain as some artists spend their life painting bamboo.
I also think of the palm of my hand, reading my palm. What does the future hold?
I turned your palm over once and kissed along your knowledge line, held up my own hand and matched my life line to yours. They weren’t a perfect fit but they followed the same roller-coaster curve, and I knew we would ride it together.
When I looked for your heart line, it was missing – but before I could gasp, you kissed me quiet. “You stole it the day we met,” you said quietly. “I never got it back.”
In the palm of my hand, your hand, her hand, his hand His hand, our hands, their hands! I scratched my palm thoughtfully; it tickled! Palm leaves — I used to sell them for Palm Sunday, in my flower shop! How many palms have you seen (live trees?) my time is running out!
i left my palm pilot at this mans house the other day. when i went to retreave it the man was dead and there was blood everyhere as i looked at the man he had no cuts. it was like i was in sherelock holmes book srtange
Welcome to the paradise
where the sky are blue
and sun shine everyday
The palm of my hand is not a window to my soul. It shows the callouses of my labors and the softness of lotions i use. It does not tell you how long I shall live nor how many babies I shall produce.
The light in my palm began to glow. The concominate tingle spread through my arm and shoulder, finally consuming my whole frame. It had never been like this before. I didn’t know what to expect this time.
hand phone springs sweaty clamy rough
In the palm of my hand stood a little man. He was 3cm tall. We talked and talked for hours on matters of the world, life. He said to me soon after, my dear Miss Miller, will you marry me?
The palm of my hand was coated in a thin layer of sweat as I waited outside the doctor’s office. I was terrified. The door swung open, after what seemed like hours. “We need to speak in private.”
As he stared at her, Leora felt her palms becoming clammy. She clutched at the top of her bath robe tightly, feeling the need to rush from the room as quickly as possible.
“well”, sighed Matt, glancing at his wife’s tear stained face, “we can palm Sarah off on some brute looking for a teen bride…& recieve a dowery for it!” A rather meager one, he speculated. “Seriously, Marge, I found a web site, sellyourdaughter.com, that specializes in “placement” of girls who’ll assume the dutiful role of Southern Christian wife. Marge, this is a lot cheaper than another go at rehab…Marge, are you listening? They’ll pay us at least $1500. That’d allow you to remodel the kitchen countertop, yes?”
I had it all
just the way I wanted
I wrote your name a thousand times
on the inside of my mind
scarred along the walls, it’s deep
you’re just another one that I can’t keep
of my hand, of the tree… which does it seem to you? Can you read the lines of the coconut, crack open my head and drink in the milk of my mind? When a breeze blows and you see me sway, do you know that it’s because my roots are and always have been firmly in the ground?
centre of the hand, rough sometimes smooth, telling all once about a soul. lifestime in lines and parralles
When I recieved a free Palm Treo, I thought it was godsend. However, upon opening it, I found that it was shattered in a million pieces and I could ot find the warranty! I didn’t know what to do!
The newborn fit into my hand; like a half-broken porcelain cup, she needed alot of time and glue before she could live a normal life.
i have something in my palm… stigmata or a splinter?? iono they say you can palm read and that u can see into your future, but how much can a palm really do? for that matter u shld be able to see your past from the sole of your food. I relaly like palm trees, more so i think i like the atmosphere around which palm trees grow.
I want your palm to rest on my heart–but respectfully drift no lower. I want your palm to press flush against mine, fold around my waist, or find a perfect fit pressed to my hipbone.
Hands hold the delicate meaning of spirit. We touch, hold, the physical manifestation of our spirt is within our palm. With love, or lovers hands, it is all used. To stroke, and caresss. To invoke those feeling of lust and pleasure all in the palm of your hand.
the palm of my hand is yours,
the back i know better than anything.
the palm of my hand is for you
to take
and use
and make your own.
so part of my hand,
part of my veins
will be yours
(the palm)
and part of my hand,
part of my skin
will be mine.
face palm, omg, computer, leet (spelt wrong) idioms. I’m at my computer googling, de-motivational posters, pressing through the threads and boards, following, linking
I cupped his head in my hands, never had something so precious graced my palm. It was one of those moments that I knew I was supposed to remember and cherish forever, but I also knew that my palm didn’t want to have to care forever.
My mom and I were looking at our palms and comparing our lines. She has crosses. I have Y’s. Reading palms would be a pretty cool art to learn.I have one really deep line and the rest are really not deep. At all.
Frank saw that his palm was white. He could not remember what he did the day before until his eyes caught the glace of a letter address to him. It was his mother.
i have you in the palm of my hand ever since the night you said to me “are you gonna remember this in the morning?”
i can see you trying to play hard to get, trying to be mysterious, not playing into me too much. i like it. any other way and i’d probably just get annoyed.
but let’s not make it nothing but a rebound.
I look at the palm of my hand…I see lines. I see swirls. What secrets does my palm hold? What secrets does it hide? Do I want to see those secrets? I wonder….what could be so bad about knowing the future that it has to be hiddin in lines?
The image of your hand still traces over the palm that I hold faced up in the still darkness of the room. I miss you being here.
he looked at the woman. Experience lined her eyes in the wrinkles that gracefully covered her face. He became uncontrollably aware of the silence surrounding them, and waited for her to jump and scare him, as if it all were a joke. Instead, she slowly looked up and reached for his palm as she gently said, ‘The spirits are ready.’
fits nicely is smooth and holds warmth the mother womb takes it’s cue from the depth it provides with warm ridges and times tales in every crease the lines tell a tale of future and past no one believes it but the world’s map is in the palm of your hand. We hold it near to us and often mistake it for simple hand. If only one could truly decipher such a vast cup of flesh as the palm. What answers could we reach!
island trees
tree hand, palmolive oil, where are all the palm trees gone, they;re cutting them down for fuel, rosy palm and her five sisters, what have they got to do with it, very little, you can hardly blame a cheeky wank on the worlds fuel shortage
see, sand, coconuts, surfing, woman, drinks, musick, fun oil, milk
Palm trees are in the distance. Land? Land! Hey guys, we hit land! Ah, thanks the heavens above we’ve hit land! All this time at sea’s really getting to me, I’m sick of the blue both above and below. But palm trees cast shadows. Thems is black.
palm oil will fucking kill you he said these vegan doughnuts are full of it. i looked down at the plump, pink fried dough with jolly sprinkles spangling its top. a killer lurking in the anarchist coffee shop
the palm of my hand has very deep grooves and lines.. I wonder what that means? then of course there is palm oil and palm trees and palm plants.. even monkey’s have palms. Actually I would love to learn the art of palmistry!
I opened up the palm of my hand to find him still there. His tiny wings spaying apart as flight seemed like only a distant dream. I prayed that he would stay with me and be my pet. He died a little later. I think th
In the palm of his hand, he held the key. The key to life, the key to death, the key to power and deceit. He held the key to the world, and he knew just what to do with it.
His palm bloody, his fingers twitching, he knelt down onto the ground and clenched his fists over the key. The small, diamond shaped key.