pit of despair i guess so. i don’t think much about pits. peach pits, pitted faced, golf balls, lots of stuff has pits but i dont think directly about them as often as i should i guess. baseball pits. arm pits.
Alicia
deep in the pit of despair sits the lonely young girl. She opens up to the depths and wails a song of yearning. Self pity is the opium of the young. The pit and the pendulum scared me once.
Steve Cook
Looking down into the dark pit Bryan wondered what was down there. Was it a monster, a gopher, or maybe it was a
elise
Try as he might, he couldn’t spell the word, “pit”. “Ipt”, “tip”, “pti” were the best he could do. Over and over. It was a mental block. He was in the depths of despair. A pit, you might say. But there it was. His armpits sweated. In all, it was a childhood block, brought about, perhaps, by his six-year-old confrontation with the grave-pit in which his dear grandmother was buried. Yes, there, his dearest kindest mamaw, who could cook so well, and who cooed at him so kindly, and tended to his needs so warmly, had been laid to rest, taken from him and placed in a…pit. He just couldn’t spell, “pit”. Or…couldn’t bring himself to write it? Pit. There you go. A simple word, yet, so holy. Pit. The pits.
fjpoblam
of my stomach, peach, deep, frightening, scary, scar.
Also to fight or be against another. Not a really nice word.
Deb
any concealed danger,an area below,hell,depression…………….
suhail khan
the pit of us sits within reach of the overgrown fortunes of tomorrow and today. this can lift us up or befall into misery. hope that your hopes will fullfill what you can become.
sprouts
We try to avoid the pits and the pendulum takes us from day to day, week to week, year to year.
Dean.Kakridas
The only thing that comes to mind is the old Atari game Pitfall. This, in turn, makes me think about just how far technology has come. We have gone from Atari to xbox, ps3, and the wii. Pitfall used to be a game where you had to swing on vines and jump across pits, I think I remember that there were aligators too. Now there are shooting games, sports games, and so many other technologically advanced games; it is amazing how much technology has grown throughout the years.
Sara Danae
In the pit was a lion. The man did not know what was to become of him, but instead of allowing the guards to push him in, he jumped in and stared the lion in the face.
There in the pit stood a man of courage with the strength of God.
The lion bowed.
Ali A. Akbar
I’m thinking about cherry pits – how they look, each one is different, unique. It’s like life, we are all humans, but we are each different, but we come together in one bowl, the world. I see this bowl, each one, has a story.
Susyn
Pit of despair. Pit of an avocado, make me boner real hard bye. Pitfall was a hell of a game. Pit as in the arm pit, the one I sniff all fucking day because my life is a pit.
SL
Dragon pit of despair
Don’t we make a pretty pair.
Trapped in hell
We dance through fire
My love for you will not expire.
Even here, in the place for fools
Where souls are tormented
And love is scorned
Nothing can stop our beating hearts
Not even death.
stephanie yeager
pit the writing pit ,fighting pit ,pit stop
suhail khan
In the pit there was sharp spikes that would kill anyone that landed on them.
Timothy Shields
I hate to be in a pit and stuck there. The pit is a place of despair. Take me out of the pit. Put me back on track. I will get out and never come back. No one should be in the pit. You must watch your steps so you do not fall into the deep pit of loneliness. Look up, keep watch, think boldly, and never give up.
Cindy Scinto
You just fell in a pit. You’re scared, tired, and alone. What a terrible day for something like this to happen. Though, I’m not sure that there is a good day to fall in a pit. That said, why was the pit there in the first place. Seems pretty silly to me. Why not just fill the pit up. Logical enough, right?
will
The pit of despair lives in the middle of my stomach. Butterflies fly out of here like bats everytime I see you. I want you to know that there are somethings that I really want you to know, but I don’t want to say them because I don’t want to lose you.
Jangles
Within it I see five eyes
And they stare with such ferocity
That I feel I may die
Into there burning entropy.
And the blackness overwhelmed me
And the blackness ate the light
With emptiness and fertile anger,
Fertile for it swept up into me
Swept into my soul
From that pit:
I stared into the abyss
And the abyss… it stared back.
Nathan Dean
A deep whole you may fall in. The feeling you get in the bottlom of your stomach when you can’t find your toddler. Something you find when you have reached the end of a sweet summer fruit.
Lisa
The familiar grief hit the pit of my stomach
He’s gone, your brother’s gone
I am always reminded when I hear his song
And think: he was too young, it’s wrong
unilove
it’s not like you’re a black hole or anything, you’re only just waiting to be going somewhere, doing something,
we’re stuck in a never-ending pit of sorrow here, noting that we are just staying here to chill.
it’s like the music never ends, only you never really truly like it, it’s more like a squared awkwardness that allows us to pretend we like more than we do, in all honesty, we just want to be who we are, we just want to be not here in this pit.
Samie
watching “Hoarders” right now, the one where the woman hoards food. Her house is a pit, but one that she has adapted to. I can only imagine the smell. the sight is disgusting. It’s a pit, but its her pit. I hope she can get help.
theamarie
Pit is a place where you are ussually stuck. I am stuck in this nerd pit right now and it is so LAME!
kj
God,I’m at the bottom of the pit. It’s dark as hell down here, a veritable hell-hole. I cry and cry, but no hand apears to lift me up. So, I’ll stifle down there, my fate, I resign myself to the possibility.
pri
This pit I cant get out. Help me please someone!
Who will come this pit to escape.
Tardy
I had fallen, God knows how long ago, now i lie in a pit. The squalid, black suroundings beat me to death and i wake when the rain pours from the heavens. It trickles at first but i stay unaware, so it gushes suddenly and i splutter and gasp till my eyes are open and my heart is pumping once again.
leah eline
Brad pitt, pit of my stomach, pit of fruit, pit=tip backwards.
brittany <3bc
brad. cherries. snakes. fire. blemishes. a bowl full. life.
there’s always a pit… somewhere.
clvngodess
Passion Pit are one of my favourite bands at the moment. A torture pit would be handy when threatening one’s mortal enemies. The pit of an orange?
Joface
ever feel that empty pit in your stomach?
school’s starting soon.
danaë
passion pit, the best of now, i think they sound like the new MGMT. waht else, eveyone likes them right now, idk. i’ve just been getting into other stuff. i’m trying not to be fast or anything, but i feel like this is a race. basically my night happened like this, i’m not even looking at the screen anymore, maybe my time is up,
benjamin c yazza
ahhhh..
ow i think i perfre the pendulum.
Ädamas hinton
pity for pitslaves that are particular in patty packers pitiful beer pong games. operation petty pit parting with p
apple
I’m either in one or peaking
alexxxx
Standing at the edge i feel myslelf fall and I try to hang on to something, anything that will help me from loosing my self in the dark, cold, unforgiving pit.
Julie Fredrickson
pit reminds me of hell. something that i am in right now.
or it reminds me of the baseball game we went to yesterday, which is why i got into this mess in the first place.
Sarah Kim
deep deep dark and dirty. snakes, worms crawling creeping dripping water leaking in filling up crevices and cracks in the dirt. shovels full, all over the side. despair.
shlomiel
oh no! i fell into the fucking pit. what the fuck. why is there a pit here. we’re in space. there is no gravity. what the fuck. or is it… a wormhole? oh. i guess it is. well. whatever. WHY THE FUCK AM I WRITING THIS SHIT. also, now i’m fine. the pit was fake. DOES EXISTENCE HAVE ANY MEANING OH NO.
pit of despair i guess so. i don’t think much about pits. peach pits, pitted faced, golf balls, lots of stuff has pits but i dont think directly about them as often as i should i guess. baseball pits. arm pits.
deep in the pit of despair sits the lonely young girl. She opens up to the depths and wails a song of yearning. Self pity is the opium of the young. The pit and the pendulum scared me once.
Looking down into the dark pit Bryan wondered what was down there. Was it a monster, a gopher, or maybe it was a
Try as he might, he couldn’t spell the word, “pit”. “Ipt”, “tip”, “pti” were the best he could do. Over and over. It was a mental block. He was in the depths of despair. A pit, you might say. But there it was. His armpits sweated. In all, it was a childhood block, brought about, perhaps, by his six-year-old confrontation with the grave-pit in which his dear grandmother was buried. Yes, there, his dearest kindest mamaw, who could cook so well, and who cooed at him so kindly, and tended to his needs so warmly, had been laid to rest, taken from him and placed in a…pit. He just couldn’t spell, “pit”. Or…couldn’t bring himself to write it? Pit. There you go. A simple word, yet, so holy. Pit. The pits.
of my stomach, peach, deep, frightening, scary, scar.
Also to fight or be against another. Not a really nice word.
any concealed danger,an area below,hell,depression…………….
the pit of us sits within reach of the overgrown fortunes of tomorrow and today. this can lift us up or befall into misery. hope that your hopes will fullfill what you can become.
We try to avoid the pits and the pendulum takes us from day to day, week to week, year to year.
The only thing that comes to mind is the old Atari game Pitfall. This, in turn, makes me think about just how far technology has come. We have gone from Atari to xbox, ps3, and the wii. Pitfall used to be a game where you had to swing on vines and jump across pits, I think I remember that there were aligators too. Now there are shooting games, sports games, and so many other technologically advanced games; it is amazing how much technology has grown throughout the years.
In the pit was a lion. The man did not know what was to become of him, but instead of allowing the guards to push him in, he jumped in and stared the lion in the face.
There in the pit stood a man of courage with the strength of God.
The lion bowed.
I’m thinking about cherry pits – how they look, each one is different, unique. It’s like life, we are all humans, but we are each different, but we come together in one bowl, the world. I see this bowl, each one, has a story.
Pit of despair. Pit of an avocado, make me boner real hard bye. Pitfall was a hell of a game. Pit as in the arm pit, the one I sniff all fucking day because my life is a pit.
Dragon pit of despair
Don’t we make a pretty pair.
Trapped in hell
We dance through fire
My love for you will not expire.
Even here, in the place for fools
Where souls are tormented
And love is scorned
Nothing can stop our beating hearts
Not even death.
pit the writing pit ,fighting pit ,pit stop
In the pit there was sharp spikes that would kill anyone that landed on them.
I hate to be in a pit and stuck there. The pit is a place of despair. Take me out of the pit. Put me back on track. I will get out and never come back. No one should be in the pit. You must watch your steps so you do not fall into the deep pit of loneliness. Look up, keep watch, think boldly, and never give up.
You just fell in a pit. You’re scared, tired, and alone. What a terrible day for something like this to happen. Though, I’m not sure that there is a good day to fall in a pit. That said, why was the pit there in the first place. Seems pretty silly to me. Why not just fill the pit up. Logical enough, right?
The pit of despair lives in the middle of my stomach. Butterflies fly out of here like bats everytime I see you. I want you to know that there are somethings that I really want you to know, but I don’t want to say them because I don’t want to lose you.
Within it I see five eyes
And they stare with such ferocity
That I feel I may die
Into there burning entropy.
And the blackness overwhelmed me
And the blackness ate the light
With emptiness and fertile anger,
Fertile for it swept up into me
Swept into my soul
From that pit:
I stared into the abyss
And the abyss… it stared back.
A deep whole you may fall in. The feeling you get in the bottlom of your stomach when you can’t find your toddler. Something you find when you have reached the end of a sweet summer fruit.
The familiar grief hit the pit of my stomach
He’s gone, your brother’s gone
I am always reminded when I hear his song
And think: he was too young, it’s wrong
it’s not like you’re a black hole or anything, you’re only just waiting to be going somewhere, doing something,
we’re stuck in a never-ending pit of sorrow here, noting that we are just staying here to chill.
it’s like the music never ends, only you never really truly like it, it’s more like a squared awkwardness that allows us to pretend we like more than we do, in all honesty, we just want to be who we are, we just want to be not here in this pit.
watching “Hoarders” right now, the one where the woman hoards food. Her house is a pit, but one that she has adapted to. I can only imagine the smell. the sight is disgusting. It’s a pit, but its her pit. I hope she can get help.
Pit is a place where you are ussually stuck. I am stuck in this nerd pit right now and it is so LAME!
God,I’m at the bottom of the pit. It’s dark as hell down here, a veritable hell-hole. I cry and cry, but no hand apears to lift me up. So, I’ll stifle down there, my fate, I resign myself to the possibility.
This pit I cant get out. Help me please someone!
Who will come this pit to escape.
I had fallen, God knows how long ago, now i lie in a pit. The squalid, black suroundings beat me to death and i wake when the rain pours from the heavens. It trickles at first but i stay unaware, so it gushes suddenly and i splutter and gasp till my eyes are open and my heart is pumping once again.
Brad pitt, pit of my stomach, pit of fruit, pit=tip backwards.
brad. cherries. snakes. fire. blemishes. a bowl full. life.
there’s always a pit… somewhere.
Passion Pit are one of my favourite bands at the moment. A torture pit would be handy when threatening one’s mortal enemies. The pit of an orange?
ever feel that empty pit in your stomach?
school’s starting soon.
passion pit, the best of now, i think they sound like the new MGMT. waht else, eveyone likes them right now, idk. i’ve just been getting into other stuff. i’m trying not to be fast or anything, but i feel like this is a race. basically my night happened like this, i’m not even looking at the screen anymore, maybe my time is up,
ahhhh..
ow i think i perfre the pendulum.
pity for pitslaves that are particular in patty packers pitiful beer pong games. operation petty pit parting with p
I’m either in one or peaking
Standing at the edge i feel myslelf fall and I try to hang on to something, anything that will help me from loosing my self in the dark, cold, unforgiving pit.
pit reminds me of hell. something that i am in right now.
or it reminds me of the baseball game we went to yesterday, which is why i got into this mess in the first place.
deep deep dark and dirty. snakes, worms crawling creeping dripping water leaking in filling up crevices and cracks in the dirt. shovels full, all over the side. despair.
oh no! i fell into the fucking pit. what the fuck. why is there a pit here. we’re in space. there is no gravity. what the fuck. or is it… a wormhole? oh. i guess it is. well. whatever. WHY THE FUCK AM I WRITING THIS SHIT. also, now i’m fine. the pit was fake. DOES EXISTENCE HAVE ANY MEANING OH NO.
cherry pits and orange peels