Pitted against the night, sword held high to shine out its light, the warrior stands amidst the stars, eyes looking out over the shining sea. He knows they’re out there still, and that they will always be there, but it is his job, his duty, to guard and protect the starfields from them, those hunters of the spaces between dreams and day, where shadows haunt all living beings.
Shade
pit
can be
something you can’t get out of
something deep
and terrible
or it can be natural
the essence of something delicious
like, a fruit
pit can be
many things
so… which pit is yours?
alex
ohmygod i’m not even sure what that means cause iäm from finland and my skills are low D: but if i feel pity, that’s grose. like… duh. i hate it. it sucks. i don’t want to feel pity. PITY. shame. love? no way. it isn’t great.
Huja
I feel him in the pit of stomach…at the core of my being. My flesh pink, ripe and sweet like a cherry.
Katie
I was fired today by a pit viper. Oh sure, she doesn’t look like one, all blond and bubbly, but that aside, she is a snake in high heels. This has rattled my nerves. Do I just let this go, get on with my life and not invest one more moment into her or do I go for the throat? I know what her secret agenda is and if I passed that info on, her life would change forever. Hmmm…I guess living well is the best revenge so maybe I’ll rise above it all and believe that something better will come along.
Paulie
It is hard to get up from the deep, dark pit. It’s not that I lack motivation to stand up again. Somehow it feels…good, fine to be lethargic and just stay down there. Who cares if I never stand up again? So what if I never see the light once more? At least it takes less effort to stay there than to crawl back up.
Annie
I immediately think of Brad Pitt. I know it’s a stretch, but I’m a big fan. Fan of the pit. Getting to the peach pit. bonus.
connie
It’s the pits to live in a big old house with no money. The rain opened up a huge pit in the back yard that’s threatening the peach tree. Talk about pits…
alison
pit stop! the bottomless pit of a vicious cycle we put ourselves in. i hate falling into that pit, you really, both figuartively and literally, cannot get out. pit can also mean a seed. hmm.
ROAR.
Alim
I’m surrounded by a fiery pit. It’s almost over, i will burn. Everything is going black. I feel so cold, although I’m burning to death.
Jocelynne
stinky pits, peach pits, i love taking pits and making trees
bgeeke
Down, down, down. Would he ever stop falling? There was darkness in every corner of his mind. He tried to gain a clear image of where he was. Who he was. But, it was too dark to see.
Melody Grace
Arms pits really are nasty places and stink if you do not maintain them very well. Women have to shave and everyone should wear plenty of deoderant. But, if you have nice pits – you are certainly eligible for dating . . . as long as you maintian
bel
I love peaches, fresh peaches all day long! Peaches have a hard pit in the middle of them and this part has to be taken out before eating. Peach pies and peach cobblers are my very favorite peach things. You can take the skin off a peach easily by dunking the peach into boiling water for a few seconds then plunging into cool water – the skin comes right off! My grandmother had a peach tree when i was growing up. I have great memories of learning how to tell if a peach was ripe by their smell. I still love to smell peaches in the grocery store.
susan garza
In the pit, the place we fall.
The hole in the ground where we stand.
Dirt slips and crumbles around us.
Just kiss me.
Hope
Bottom-dwelling suckers mired in a pit of muck. That’s what Philippine politics is like at any given day.
kala boso
Deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew. I knew that this was the right choice for me. I stared at the window, my reflection staring back at me. These red shoes were the right ones for me. Winged clouds guided me in to the shop, drawn to the shine.
Morenike Adebayo
The bottom of the world sees the face coming up the hill.
The bitter embodiment of the sweetest, black pill.
Jay
I like peaches. We picked a ton of them last week. I canned them I really got tired of cutting out the pit. Next year I need to get freestone peaches….
Melissa
I stared down. As far as I could see, nothing…
Then, in the depth of my stomach, I felt it. I knew it.
I was jumping.
Why? To answer that question, I’d have to go back a long, long time.
hal
Bulls appeared out of nowhere and all we could do was try to hide the fried chicken and hope for the best.
bob
you promised me forever
with your split-in-twelve-forks tongue
and your i’m-better-than-everyone disorders,
swearing upon the moon
that you could love me like onethousand watts
when the sun had disappeared beneath the clouds.
you promised me foralways
but you went back on your word,
and now,
i’ve been tossed into a pit
of self-destructive doubts
and neon-tinted tears.
because forever is a lie
and you’ve gone pro at keeping your eyes on mine
when you don’t mean it.
Beth
‘Pit’ is a drowning pool, a place where hopes and aspirations are dragged willing to die. To be taken in by the most oppressive ideas, the greatest cynicism, a tool used by the establishment to keep man from attaining his highest aspirations.
Max Abramson
oh dearest, dark depth,
how accustome we are to the
presence of each other, I love
you as, you engulf me. What use
to hate you is there, if you’ll
always be right here. Oh, pit,
pit of pity you shall not be.
If i must be sunk in you, & you
must be sunk in me, I will make
the greatest blues & golds
that life has ever seen, all
from the dark depth of what
is killing me.
Rae
Are you stuck in a pit? That’s unfortunate. Does your fruit come with a pit? That’s unfortunate.
Is your last name pit and your first name brad? That’s fortunate.
Pit is a three letter word and quite frankly a bad one.
bob
The angst, anger and rage sank into his stomach, a hollow pit of darkness where he tried to swallow it all, tried to control it. He’d shiver, not so violent that outwardly people would notice, then screw on a smile that no one would call sincere. Checking the mirror, he nodded. He’d fed the pit, satiated its darkness, his face again a smooth, calm sea.
ThomG
the peach is the most delicious fruit but it sometimes has the most unpleasant of surprises when you reach the pit. in fact the pit of any fruit marks a sadness of completion. the supple juicy flesh of nutrition is replaced by a rough hard seed with variegated exterior texture. With out the pit there would be no fruit so it is an evil necessity.
sarah
at te bottm iof a hole what is left over after the olive a hole in your face after acne almost the way you spell Brad Pitt! I can’t think of anything else to say about pit except that this is not the pit…s!
Margie
a deep hole.
melissa
Three characters digging their way to the core of what seems to be our known reality; maybe in there they will be able to find whatever is holding us from reaching out. Mirrors.
Kaizar
BRAD AND BEING IN THE AND OH MY THIS IS INTERESTING AND SOMETHING AT THE CORE OF A FRUIT AND TO DO IT MEANS TO REMOVE IT AND AT THE BOTTOM OF ONE AND TO GO AGAINST ANOTHER BY A THIRD AND HALF OF ITY AND
E_R0Z
The big gaping hole.
There it sits, waiting.
Garbage, rain water
and the torrid things that man will create
or not
and throw to the bottom
Thinking of disappearance
but not really
The tell-tale heart may just be of Poe
but the tell-tale objects
are of now.
Kay
Pit. Arm pits? Really? My girlfriend’s armpits are badass. but how can you call armpits badass anyway? What are the judgment criteria?
Cherry Pits?
This writing is the pits. I’ve done better. I usually DO do better.
alexis
A dark and scary pit held unknown horrors for me as I fell. Blindly, scratching at anything I only pulled back bloodied and broken fingernails. Falling seemed to last forever, my screams unnoticed by anyone.
@wendywhy
in the stomache
ache in the heart
feeling emotions of love from the start
life is for living
for feeling
for sharing
for caring…
i am that i am … a divine being just feeling..just living…
i am …
hi :-)
michele
What would you prefer?
A pit full of money or a pit full of happyness?
Choose wisely my friends!
John Doe
i saw a pit but i did´t want to pass near it.
it was dark and i was afraid of falling over there.
but I decided to see what was there, the curiosity as bigger than me. and so I arrived near and what i saw was…
viankaa
Running along the banks of the river the young men pluck my flowers. One stands lookout as the rest pluck away, killing my lovely daisies, carnations, roses. After no one’s come out of the house to yell at them they happily wrap glittery ribbons around the stems. They all fish in their pockets for handkerchiefs to wipe the dirt off their shoes. They all calmly walk in single file through the rest of my garden, they crush my tomatoes, beans, and little tress. I reach for my cane and step out the door, making them all run.
Loser
He looked up from the bottom of the pit and saw only more darkness. How did he get down here. Was he that drunk? He thought.
J.
In the pit of my stomach was a sinking feeling that our country had been taken over by a political force bent on changing our constitution’s interpretation. I hated this.
Pitted against the night, sword held high to shine out its light, the warrior stands amidst the stars, eyes looking out over the shining sea. He knows they’re out there still, and that they will always be there, but it is his job, his duty, to guard and protect the starfields from them, those hunters of the spaces between dreams and day, where shadows haunt all living beings.
pit
can be
something you can’t get out of
something deep
and terrible
or it can be natural
the essence of something delicious
like, a fruit
pit can be
many things
so… which pit is yours?
ohmygod i’m not even sure what that means cause iäm from finland and my skills are low D: but if i feel pity, that’s grose. like… duh. i hate it. it sucks. i don’t want to feel pity. PITY. shame. love? no way. it isn’t great.
I feel him in the pit of stomach…at the core of my being. My flesh pink, ripe and sweet like a cherry.
I was fired today by a pit viper. Oh sure, she doesn’t look like one, all blond and bubbly, but that aside, she is a snake in high heels. This has rattled my nerves. Do I just let this go, get on with my life and not invest one more moment into her or do I go for the throat? I know what her secret agenda is and if I passed that info on, her life would change forever. Hmmm…I guess living well is the best revenge so maybe I’ll rise above it all and believe that something better will come along.
It is hard to get up from the deep, dark pit. It’s not that I lack motivation to stand up again. Somehow it feels…good, fine to be lethargic and just stay down there. Who cares if I never stand up again? So what if I never see the light once more? At least it takes less effort to stay there than to crawl back up.
I immediately think of Brad Pitt. I know it’s a stretch, but I’m a big fan. Fan of the pit. Getting to the peach pit. bonus.
It’s the pits to live in a big old house with no money. The rain opened up a huge pit in the back yard that’s threatening the peach tree. Talk about pits…
pit stop! the bottomless pit of a vicious cycle we put ourselves in. i hate falling into that pit, you really, both figuartively and literally, cannot get out. pit can also mean a seed. hmm.
ROAR.
I’m surrounded by a fiery pit. It’s almost over, i will burn. Everything is going black. I feel so cold, although I’m burning to death.
stinky pits, peach pits, i love taking pits and making trees
Down, down, down. Would he ever stop falling? There was darkness in every corner of his mind. He tried to gain a clear image of where he was. Who he was. But, it was too dark to see.
Arms pits really are nasty places and stink if you do not maintain them very well. Women have to shave and everyone should wear plenty of deoderant. But, if you have nice pits – you are certainly eligible for dating . . . as long as you maintian
I love peaches, fresh peaches all day long! Peaches have a hard pit in the middle of them and this part has to be taken out before eating. Peach pies and peach cobblers are my very favorite peach things. You can take the skin off a peach easily by dunking the peach into boiling water for a few seconds then plunging into cool water – the skin comes right off! My grandmother had a peach tree when i was growing up. I have great memories of learning how to tell if a peach was ripe by their smell. I still love to smell peaches in the grocery store.
In the pit, the place we fall.
The hole in the ground where we stand.
Dirt slips and crumbles around us.
Just kiss me.
Bottom-dwelling suckers mired in a pit of muck. That’s what Philippine politics is like at any given day.
Deep in the pit of my stomach, I knew. I knew that this was the right choice for me. I stared at the window, my reflection staring back at me. These red shoes were the right ones for me. Winged clouds guided me in to the shop, drawn to the shine.
The bottom of the world sees the face coming up the hill.
The bitter embodiment of the sweetest, black pill.
I like peaches. We picked a ton of them last week. I canned them I really got tired of cutting out the pit. Next year I need to get freestone peaches….
I stared down. As far as I could see, nothing…
Then, in the depth of my stomach, I felt it. I knew it.
I was jumping.
Why? To answer that question, I’d have to go back a long, long time.
Bulls appeared out of nowhere and all we could do was try to hide the fried chicken and hope for the best.
you promised me forever
with your split-in-twelve-forks tongue
and your i’m-better-than-everyone disorders,
swearing upon the moon
that you could love me like onethousand watts
when the sun had disappeared beneath the clouds.
you promised me foralways
but you went back on your word,
and now,
i’ve been tossed into a pit
of self-destructive doubts
and neon-tinted tears.
because forever is a lie
and you’ve gone pro at keeping your eyes on mine
when you don’t mean it.
‘Pit’ is a drowning pool, a place where hopes and aspirations are dragged willing to die. To be taken in by the most oppressive ideas, the greatest cynicism, a tool used by the establishment to keep man from attaining his highest aspirations.
oh dearest, dark depth,
how accustome we are to the
presence of each other, I love
you as, you engulf me. What use
to hate you is there, if you’ll
always be right here. Oh, pit,
pit of pity you shall not be.
If i must be sunk in you, & you
must be sunk in me, I will make
the greatest blues & golds
that life has ever seen, all
from the dark depth of what
is killing me.
Are you stuck in a pit? That’s unfortunate. Does your fruit come with a pit? That’s unfortunate.
Is your last name pit and your first name brad? That’s fortunate.
Pit is a three letter word and quite frankly a bad one.
The angst, anger and rage sank into his stomach, a hollow pit of darkness where he tried to swallow it all, tried to control it. He’d shiver, not so violent that outwardly people would notice, then screw on a smile that no one would call sincere. Checking the mirror, he nodded. He’d fed the pit, satiated its darkness, his face again a smooth, calm sea.
the peach is the most delicious fruit but it sometimes has the most unpleasant of surprises when you reach the pit. in fact the pit of any fruit marks a sadness of completion. the supple juicy flesh of nutrition is replaced by a rough hard seed with variegated exterior texture. With out the pit there would be no fruit so it is an evil necessity.
at te bottm iof a hole what is left over after the olive a hole in your face after acne almost the way you spell Brad Pitt! I can’t think of anything else to say about pit except that this is not the pit…s!
a deep hole.
Three characters digging their way to the core of what seems to be our known reality; maybe in there they will be able to find whatever is holding us from reaching out. Mirrors.
BRAD AND BEING IN THE AND OH MY THIS IS INTERESTING AND SOMETHING AT THE CORE OF A FRUIT AND TO DO IT MEANS TO REMOVE IT AND AT THE BOTTOM OF ONE AND TO GO AGAINST ANOTHER BY A THIRD AND HALF OF ITY AND
The big gaping hole.
There it sits, waiting.
Garbage, rain water
and the torrid things that man will create
or not
and throw to the bottom
Thinking of disappearance
but not really
The tell-tale heart may just be of Poe
but the tell-tale objects
are of now.
Pit. Arm pits? Really? My girlfriend’s armpits are badass. but how can you call armpits badass anyway? What are the judgment criteria?
Cherry Pits?
This writing is the pits. I’ve done better. I usually DO do better.
A dark and scary pit held unknown horrors for me as I fell. Blindly, scratching at anything I only pulled back bloodied and broken fingernails. Falling seemed to last forever, my screams unnoticed by anyone.
in the stomache
ache in the heart
feeling emotions of love from the start
life is for living
for feeling
for sharing
for caring…
i am that i am … a divine being just feeling..just living…
i am …
hi :-)
What would you prefer?
A pit full of money or a pit full of happyness?
Choose wisely my friends!
i saw a pit but i did´t want to pass near it.
it was dark and i was afraid of falling over there.
but I decided to see what was there, the curiosity as bigger than me. and so I arrived near and what i saw was…
Running along the banks of the river the young men pluck my flowers. One stands lookout as the rest pluck away, killing my lovely daisies, carnations, roses. After no one’s come out of the house to yell at them they happily wrap glittery ribbons around the stems. They all fish in their pockets for handkerchiefs to wipe the dirt off their shoes. They all calmly walk in single file through the rest of my garden, they crush my tomatoes, beans, and little tress. I reach for my cane and step out the door, making them all run.
He looked up from the bottom of the pit and saw only more darkness. How did he get down here. Was he that drunk? He thought.
In the pit of my stomach was a sinking feeling that our country had been taken over by a political force bent on changing our constitution’s interpretation. I hated this.