I swarm of something horrible that’s difficult to get rid of.
Too much of one thing… which is a bad thing…
Claudia
Plague’s aren’t something that people should be afraid of. Plague’s don’t hace to mean death. I could have a plague of happiness in my chest and nobody would know but me.
Emily
On the wall the lonely figure bent slowly and straightened- we looked to the watcher- those of us in the shadow below
royds
I’d like to think of infected as a good thing. You creep up on me and I can tell I am catching something. Sometimes I think that this sickness can’t be that bad, if it means you are always around with soup. I just wonder, how many others are you effecting. You’re the popular plague.
Kelsey
plague is a deadly disease that comes from rats if they bite humans, cant be cured i guess. its also a metaphor in english language as in troubling the mind. has a very sharp phonetic feel to it.
Spread like an open fire, consuming those who stand in it’s wake. disease, destruction and pain are all that will remain. Broken hearts and dreams lie here…
Khai
Come plague my heart. It is too healthy, complacent in its beating joy, come and complete it with your pain. Come, love me, leave me. Make me human again.
The plague is something I often ponder about. We are, ourselves living in a plagued era. Plagued souls wondering the earth in search of contact. Plagues coming from inside out, the cancers, the children. We are all some what plagued.
Martina
plague :P bitches :D get
some
;D
:D+
:D++{:
evan
everything hurts. hurts in the way one can by simply looking around and seeing pain. not feeling it so much on your skin, but in your lungs everytime you breathe. stuck there, scratching, clawing. behind your teeth, rotting. pulsing and pounding behhind your eyes when you look out. the world is covered in a slick black tar. everything hurts.
nicolle
He realized he should have seen it coming. He should have known that what he was doing was much too bold, that he would never be able to succeed. But then again, he never would have thought it would lead to this. In attempt to rid the world of disease, he had created one that would plague the earth forever.
Steve Aurelio
The plague was spreading rapidly. Countless other stricken. Now it was her turn. The fever intensified every day. The skin discolouration had spread to her chest and neck. Her heartbeat grew weaker every passing minute.
Katherine
i already did this :(
anyways so there was the bubonic plague in Europe that came from rats on ships from china or sth. killed one third of Europe and inspired ring around the roses
the plauge is one of many things. the black plague killed a lot of people in long time ago Europe. Abby likes these things but I really don’t care about them. She’s pretty boring sometimes. Like, really. why is it important to know all of this stuff? queens and mideval history are boring. just saying.
Sarah
in all the chaos and terrified screams he saw her and in that moment, his life was calm. He knew that if they died, he would die the way he dreamed, with her by his side. He took her hand in his and they laid down on the sidewalk, closed their eyes and were together forevermore.
well i just read about some myth where Athens is in a plague and people are dying all over the place. Like even animals. just dead. everywhere. and i mean everywhere. and the characters are all shocked that the animals wont even eat each other.
Rasha
The plague came in the night. The wind blew it in from across the lake. These summer currents were known for such carried strength.
Suddenly the people began to wake from their beds. One by one they took to the floor, writhing and moving in an ecstatic escape of the mind. As the disease spread they took on more and more of the present moment. And then I spoke truth, and you spoke truth and we were all recognised by one another.
The city lay silent. Danny rose to his feet, unable to see more than 5 feet ahead, he grabbed Tess and began to walk. Smoke filled his lungs, but that wasn’t to compare to this plague that took over Harlem that night.
Christina Santiago
from what i know of it, it is a disease. im sure that its not something i would want to come in contact with. i know nothing about this but i know its not a good thing o become involved with.
Tanya
you plague me with doubt, about you and me and what we are together and what it means when you say, “hi hello how are you doing tonight darling” and what it means when you say, “i can’t tonight i’m busy i have a previous engagement sorry” and what it means when sometimes you say both those things on the same night in the same conversation.
Las consecuencias de nuestros actos. Destrucción. El apocalípsis. Las letras de la biblia. La religión que desde pequeños nos imponen, algo increíble, literal. Un cuentode fantasía. Miedo. Larvas, temblores, inundaciones. Lo pronto. Lo inmediato.
Ana Paola
plague in the back of my throat festered into the crevices of my infected tonsils growing and ever swelling into giant knobs of pain and obstruction of my lifestyle. I will cut you. out.
The plague started in the birds. They flew in from out of town, one pooped in my eye. I couldn’t stop the burning. My teeth turned black. My hair turned green. I puked. Mainly cos a bird had just pooped in my eye. What was I doing anyways, that a bird was able to poop in my eye?
(This started as a serious one, but my mind got away from me…)
People are dying in the streets, in their houses. The world is dark
Annette
And it was in that moment that your words hit me. Like the plague, I couldn’t get them off me. I hated it all. I really did. But, at the same time, I loved it. You gave me something to look forward to. Before & After. Better & Worse.
Amie
a long time ago there was a terrible plague in europe. millions died a horrible death and bodies were simply laid out in the street to rot which only made the epidemic worse! bodies were not buried for a long time as people were dying so fast there wasn’t enough man power to bury them all! wow what a terrible time to be alive. I don’t think I could have handled it.
Sean Sweet
The plague of today’s teenage generation is the paltry obsession with love.
We really shouldn’t waste our time sulking and getting broken-hearted, in my opinion.
I have no idea what this word is. I’m thinking that I heard one time that it is something about really old people getting really sick. Like a lot of people get sick at one time a long time ago. I heard something about the baroque time and something like that. It does remind me of the word flag though. Just saying. I wish I knew more about this word but I think I got the jist.
Dana
Plague. Abominate desecration. Devouring a generation. Population control. Correction in general form.
Emma
The plague struck the building the morning before. He sat in his room crying and wheezing. Though the moon was out his eyes weren’t adjusted. He longed to see the sun, but he couldn’t. Time passed slowly.
Rachel
There is but one cure to this loathsome plague, this horrible disease sweeping our fertile lands. I stand here before you, a humble man, to tell you all:
I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
sickness and disease and bad stuff. people dying, everyone dying. not a whole lot you can do about it, cuz everybody’s got the damn plague. also biblical, as in the seven plauges. or some number like that. black plague. plauge sounds so old school- you don’t hear about plagues noawdays. cuz they don’t happen. cuz we have medicine and all those nice doctors. and things. well, except cancer. cancer don’t have a cure.
stuivenvolt
Devastation hits when least expected. However, life goes on. The crops die and the rivers dry up, but people survive. We find food in the least expected places, and life goes on.
maddie
The plague wasn’t a disease. The plague was our lives. Everywhere we looked, it was spreading more and more by the day, infecting the lungs of innocent person after innocent person. It was as life style. It was brainwash, indulging into our minds and plaguing them with absurdities.
Nicole
If you think about what they did for the plague, it’s actually really intriguing – what kind of strange health measures they actually like… did for themselves that we would look at now and be like, “Uhhh… yeah, I don’t actually think that’s what you do for this.”
How many doctors go, “hey lemme slap a leach on it you’re all good man”
thirawr
The whole village was worried, boarding up their windows and nailing their doors shut. The plague had been mounting since the last market day. A farmer from out of town had sold a whole wagon full of cheap potatoes and everyone in the village had eaten some. Half the population had turned purple.
It hit the town like a plague. Suddenly everyone seemed to be covered in black boils; their sorrows made apparent to the world. It wasn’t just me, I wasn’t alone. It was as though I had to be heartbroken in order to see, as though my immunity had been taken from me. It’s a sad world, but it’s these pains that make us all so different, and yet eerily the same.
It was a terrible time to be alive. People were dying with little or no explanation. The disease would overtake them with ease, but there were no visible symptoms. Borders closed everywhere, trying to contain it, but it wasn’t working. Nothing could save any lives, and it was too late.
The city was as silent as the grave. Melody once asked her mother where everyone had gone, and her mother had said “Heaven.” Melody hoped Heaven was nice. She was very sick and her mother said that she would be going there soon. Heaven had to be better than the silent city.
the plague
a human mind that cannot let go
eager to heal
feeling the pain
of all the world’s suffering
i am haunted and
just ache to
let go
I swarm of something horrible that’s difficult to get rid of.
Too much of one thing… which is a bad thing…
Plague’s aren’t something that people should be afraid of. Plague’s don’t hace to mean death. I could have a plague of happiness in my chest and nobody would know but me.
On the wall the lonely figure bent slowly and straightened- we looked to the watcher- those of us in the shadow below
I’d like to think of infected as a good thing. You creep up on me and I can tell I am catching something. Sometimes I think that this sickness can’t be that bad, if it means you are always around with soup. I just wonder, how many others are you effecting. You’re the popular plague.
plague is a deadly disease that comes from rats if they bite humans, cant be cured i guess. its also a metaphor in english language as in troubling the mind. has a very sharp phonetic feel to it.
Spread like an open fire, consuming those who stand in it’s wake. disease, destruction and pain are all that will remain. Broken hearts and dreams lie here…
Come plague my heart. It is too healthy, complacent in its beating joy, come and complete it with your pain. Come, love me, leave me. Make me human again.
The plague is something I often ponder about. We are, ourselves living in a plagued era. Plagued souls wondering the earth in search of contact. Plagues coming from inside out, the cancers, the children. We are all some what plagued.
plague :P bitches :D get
some
;D
:D+
:D++{:
everything hurts. hurts in the way one can by simply looking around and seeing pain. not feeling it so much on your skin, but in your lungs everytime you breathe. stuck there, scratching, clawing. behind your teeth, rotting. pulsing and pounding behhind your eyes when you look out. the world is covered in a slick black tar. everything hurts.
He realized he should have seen it coming. He should have known that what he was doing was much too bold, that he would never be able to succeed. But then again, he never would have thought it would lead to this. In attempt to rid the world of disease, he had created one that would plague the earth forever.
The plague was spreading rapidly. Countless other stricken. Now it was her turn. The fever intensified every day. The skin discolouration had spread to her chest and neck. Her heartbeat grew weaker every passing minute.
i already did this :(
anyways so there was the bubonic plague in Europe that came from rats on ships from china or sth. killed one third of Europe and inspired ring around the roses
the plauge is one of many things. the black plague killed a lot of people in long time ago Europe. Abby likes these things but I really don’t care about them. She’s pretty boring sometimes. Like, really. why is it important to know all of this stuff? queens and mideval history are boring. just saying.
in all the chaos and terrified screams he saw her and in that moment, his life was calm. He knew that if they died, he would die the way he dreamed, with her by his side. He took her hand in his and they laid down on the sidewalk, closed their eyes and were together forevermore.
well i just read about some myth where Athens is in a plague and people are dying all over the place. Like even animals. just dead. everywhere. and i mean everywhere. and the characters are all shocked that the animals wont even eat each other.
The plague came in the night. The wind blew it in from across the lake. These summer currents were known for such carried strength.
Suddenly the people began to wake from their beds. One by one they took to the floor, writhing and moving in an ecstatic escape of the mind. As the disease spread they took on more and more of the present moment. And then I spoke truth, and you spoke truth and we were all recognised by one another.
Enlightened.
This is the plague I pray for.
The city lay silent. Danny rose to his feet, unable to see more than 5 feet ahead, he grabbed Tess and began to walk. Smoke filled his lungs, but that wasn’t to compare to this plague that took over Harlem that night.
from what i know of it, it is a disease. im sure that its not something i would want to come in contact with. i know nothing about this but i know its not a good thing o become involved with.
you plague me with doubt, about you and me and what we are together and what it means when you say, “hi hello how are you doing tonight darling” and what it means when you say, “i can’t tonight i’m busy i have a previous engagement sorry” and what it means when sometimes you say both those things on the same night in the same conversation.
Las consecuencias de nuestros actos. Destrucción. El apocalípsis. Las letras de la biblia. La religión que desde pequeños nos imponen, algo increíble, literal. Un cuentode fantasía. Miedo. Larvas, temblores, inundaciones. Lo pronto. Lo inmediato.
plague in the back of my throat festered into the crevices of my infected tonsils growing and ever swelling into giant knobs of pain and obstruction of my lifestyle. I will cut you. out.
The plague started in the birds. They flew in from out of town, one pooped in my eye. I couldn’t stop the burning. My teeth turned black. My hair turned green. I puked. Mainly cos a bird had just pooped in my eye. What was I doing anyways, that a bird was able to poop in my eye?
(This started as a serious one, but my mind got away from me…)
People are dying in the streets, in their houses. The world is dark
And it was in that moment that your words hit me. Like the plague, I couldn’t get them off me. I hated it all. I really did. But, at the same time, I loved it. You gave me something to look forward to. Before & After. Better & Worse.
a long time ago there was a terrible plague in europe. millions died a horrible death and bodies were simply laid out in the street to rot which only made the epidemic worse! bodies were not buried for a long time as people were dying so fast there wasn’t enough man power to bury them all! wow what a terrible time to be alive. I don’t think I could have handled it.
The plague of today’s teenage generation is the paltry obsession with love.
We really shouldn’t waste our time sulking and getting broken-hearted, in my opinion.
Relationships are not a need.
I have no idea what this word is. I’m thinking that I heard one time that it is something about really old people getting really sick. Like a lot of people get sick at one time a long time ago. I heard something about the baroque time and something like that. It does remind me of the word flag though. Just saying. I wish I knew more about this word but I think I got the jist.
Plague. Abominate desecration. Devouring a generation. Population control. Correction in general form.
The plague struck the building the morning before. He sat in his room crying and wheezing. Though the moon was out his eyes weren’t adjusted. He longed to see the sun, but he couldn’t. Time passed slowly.
There is but one cure to this loathsome plague, this horrible disease sweeping our fertile lands. I stand here before you, a humble man, to tell you all:
I got a fever, and the only prescription is more cowbell!
sickness and disease and bad stuff. people dying, everyone dying. not a whole lot you can do about it, cuz everybody’s got the damn plague. also biblical, as in the seven plauges. or some number like that. black plague. plauge sounds so old school- you don’t hear about plagues noawdays. cuz they don’t happen. cuz we have medicine and all those nice doctors. and things. well, except cancer. cancer don’t have a cure.
Devastation hits when least expected. However, life goes on. The crops die and the rivers dry up, but people survive. We find food in the least expected places, and life goes on.
The plague wasn’t a disease. The plague was our lives. Everywhere we looked, it was spreading more and more by the day, infecting the lungs of innocent person after innocent person. It was as life style. It was brainwash, indulging into our minds and plaguing them with absurdities.
If you think about what they did for the plague, it’s actually really intriguing – what kind of strange health measures they actually like… did for themselves that we would look at now and be like, “Uhhh… yeah, I don’t actually think that’s what you do for this.”
How many doctors go, “hey lemme slap a leach on it you’re all good man”
The whole village was worried, boarding up their windows and nailing their doors shut. The plague had been mounting since the last market day. A farmer from out of town had sold a whole wagon full of cheap potatoes and everyone in the village had eaten some. Half the population had turned purple.
It was not a nice day.
It hit the town like a plague. Suddenly everyone seemed to be covered in black boils; their sorrows made apparent to the world. It wasn’t just me, I wasn’t alone. It was as though I had to be heartbroken in order to see, as though my immunity had been taken from me. It’s a sad world, but it’s these pains that make us all so different, and yet eerily the same.
It was a terrible time to be alive. People were dying with little or no explanation. The disease would overtake them with ease, but there were no visible symptoms. Borders closed everywhere, trying to contain it, but it wasn’t working. Nothing could save any lives, and it was too late.
The city was as silent as the grave. Melody once asked her mother where everyone had gone, and her mother had said “Heaven.” Melody hoped Heaven was nice. She was very sick and her mother said that she would be going there soon. Heaven had to be better than the silent city.