the pocket of my stomach
[so marsupial of you! and how lovely and darling!]
flickers and filters feelings and filth,
but isn’t it just
fit and fancy and flat,
fitted to your taste?
sorry dears, it’s zipped and locked
and how clever of me,
i’ve swallowed the key.
helen
oh man, all i can think about is a mans testicles :(
I don’t really want to write about that.
*sigh
The joys of being Gen Y. Nothing is what it used to be :)
Christy
I live in a pouch. My life is good. I don’t need to walk anywhere, I’m always carried. But it has its drawbacks too. I don’t get a say in where I go, I just have to go where the pouch goes. I get to see some interesting stuff though. Different places, different people.
TracyLynn Seeger
The baby kangaroo peeked his head out of his mother’s pouch and quickly decided it was too dangerous out there, and ducked back down.
Edson
I like pouches. i like to have lots of places to put things in. pouches can be cute and you can decorate them if you choose. they can hold lots of different things.
GreenDuckatpe
he tried to jump out. He could smell the fresh air and sunshine, but the little joey was only a half inch long and the edge of the pouch seemed like it was miles away
bj
I found myself being held tightly, as we swayed to the pouring rain, I felt his left hand touching my face, and the other suddenly placing something in my right hand. There I felt a ring. and I closed my eyes and felt it absorb the wool fibers of my coat pouch.
I am safe. I am secure. I am loved. I am covered in fur and hopping along the deserts of australia. I am…a kangaroo.
Allison
The man stood on the side of the road in the rain the pouch of his sweatshirt bulging, I imagined all the crazy things that could be in the pouch. It seemed to move a bit, and a kitten peaked his head out—the man scratched behind its ear and pointed his thumb to the sky…a few miles back, I’d seen a “free kittens sign”. He’d picked up a hitchhiker.
and so the little boy removed the crushed cricket from his pouch, placed it under the magnifying glass and watched it melt into the concrete
Ben
She carried a pouch on her belt, a rope round her middle that hung loosely about her. She walked up and down Colfax mornings and afternoons as though that were her place of business. Perhaps it was.
Nancy O'Neill
Marsupial-icious. Little things. Hold me. Cuteness. Coins. Gum. Pocket. Hugs. Under the stars.
The pouch was large. It was filled with a dark, sweet liquid, and she couldn’t wait to drink it. It was ominous looking and she hated the fact that it looked so appealing to her.
Jenny
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this word makes me laugh. not sure why. (:
Ellen The Whale
to please myself i grab a pouch and straw. i feel my taste-buds burst alive. who knew summer could end so well in only a small pouch….. so not fitting
renata
a pouch is a safe place. where kangaroos live when young. It’s sad that we can’t have pouches. Warm and Comfortable. You don’t do anything while you’re there. I miss being a child. when my pouch was in my mothers arms, and I could cry upon her shoulder.
courteney wilkinson
its where i put my money. and occasionally, I’ll store other stuff there too. like my baby kangaroo i call him jack. I also store ma weed in there. Jack gets high sometimes. not so good. my pouch is love.
Megan
Deep in the pouch of the kangaru was a little ruby from the bayue. This ruby was worth killing for.
joe
I am so tired of getting the same word. I figured that if I tried again I would get a different word. Something with more inspiration, but no. Oh well, I guess I must stumble once more…
alex
The child opened her “voodoo pouch” to show me her “gris-gris”. I smiled as she pulled out a crow feather, a bit of quartz, and some shed snakeskin. My smile quickly vanished when she pulled out the ring. I last saw that ring on my husband’s hand… just before I buried him.
A kangaroo has a pouch, where it holds its young. The joey grows up depending on its mother for survival.
alex
I love pouches. I can keep things in them. Special, pretty things. If I were a kangaroo I could keep me baby in there!
Peaceable
I love dipping. Long cut is way too messy. I’m sort of a messy kid. I’d get spittle all over myself. Dirty kind too. Can’t have that. Hick-baby is no way to look all day. I love throwin’ a lip in.
Matt
At first, I misread that as “punch”. That word gave me an idea, but now I don’t know what to do. Which to write about? The word that’s actually there or the word I thought it was?
Of course, I’m out of time now.
I looked down into my small leather pouch in which I often kept a small amount of baked goods but this time when I looked my goods were gone, not just missing but quite obviously pilfered.
Fag69_666
Today I went for a hike. I grabbed my pouch and a bottle of water. The weather was delightful, an occasional breeze and the sun was partly covered by the clouds for the most part.
Her pouch dangled from her hand listlessly, she dropped it without a care. One hand on the roof’s edge, she squeezed her eyes shut and imagined she was that pouch, light, floating down toward the ground. She let go.
Morgan
this is improv isnt it? i dont know what to say about pouches other than the fact that they carry my coins and my chocolate like on that episode of spongebob where he had a million pouches of CCCHHHOOOCCCOOOLLAATTTEE!!!!
suzy
“what’s in that pouch on her blouse?’Jessie asked.i looked at her.it was bad enough that we were here before the cops:taking pictures.’i don’t know.’ “well look see.” ‘OK,’ i said,and reached to find out.
Dan
A purpose of a pouch is to hold all my world. I once had a purse I called an onion that was the very definition of a pouch complete with a drawstring. I twas from india and it was was the most beautiful purse I’ve ever owned. A piece of me in which I kept more pieces to help me function. Perfect pouch personal and perfect small essential basics
Rella Sell
kangaroos carry there babies in pouches. i have a small pouch to carry my change…times up!
Amahdi
kangaroos have pouches and just the other day my friend and i were talking about how kanagroos are the TRUE inventors of the pocket… aka the POUCH. what a handy little tool it is indeed. i love my pocketss. and sweat pants without pockets are Useless.
A ferocious dragon blocked my path through the hallway. I was mortified at first, but then reached into the pouch on my belt and pulled out a handful of magical jellybeans. As I dropped them on the ground, they began producing a field of beanstalks in the ground in front of me, which swarmed toward the dragon, assailing it with their magical, gelatinous might.
Kangaroo’s are common among the Australian deserts. However cute they might be I would never mess with such an animal. For in the fighting games they always pack a heavy punch.
Matthew Krebs
The other day I watched a program on discovery channel that detailed the embryonic stages of development of a few creatures. One of them was he kangaroo. Seeing the little baby kangaroo crawling into his mothers pouch after such a brief period of growth was astounding to me.
the pocket of my stomach
[so marsupial of you! and how lovely and darling!]
flickers and filters feelings and filth,
but isn’t it just
fit and fancy and flat,
fitted to your taste?
sorry dears, it’s zipped and locked
and how clever of me,
i’ve swallowed the key.
oh man, all i can think about is a mans testicles :(
I don’t really want to write about that.
*sigh
The joys of being Gen Y. Nothing is what it used to be :)
I live in a pouch. My life is good. I don’t need to walk anywhere, I’m always carried. But it has its drawbacks too. I don’t get a say in where I go, I just have to go where the pouch goes. I get to see some interesting stuff though. Different places, different people.
The baby kangaroo peeked his head out of his mother’s pouch and quickly decided it was too dangerous out there, and ducked back down.
I like pouches. i like to have lots of places to put things in. pouches can be cute and you can decorate them if you choose. they can hold lots of different things.
he tried to jump out. He could smell the fresh air and sunshine, but the little joey was only a half inch long and the edge of the pouch seemed like it was miles away
I found myself being held tightly, as we swayed to the pouring rain, I felt his left hand touching my face, and the other suddenly placing something in my right hand. There I felt a ring. and I closed my eyes and felt it absorb the wool fibers of my coat pouch.
I am safe. I am secure. I am loved. I am covered in fur and hopping along the deserts of australia. I am…a kangaroo.
The man stood on the side of the road in the rain the pouch of his sweatshirt bulging, I imagined all the crazy things that could be in the pouch. It seemed to move a bit, and a kitten peaked his head out—the man scratched behind its ear and pointed his thumb to the sky…a few miles back, I’d seen a “free kittens sign”. He’d picked up a hitchhiker.
The pouch was embedded with intricate designs, each detail important in concocting the epitome. A paragon of all. The best. Revolutionary.
you carried me in a careful pouch of sincerity and love. but then you dropped me, and i’m broken.
Punched in the pouch where you’re holding your pout.
Punched in the pouch where you’re holding your pout.
He pulled the instrument out of his pouch in one smooth motion, flicked it into the air, and grinned when it landed neatly in his target.
and so the little boy removed the crushed cricket from his pouch, placed it under the magnifying glass and watched it melt into the concrete
She carried a pouch on her belt, a rope round her middle that hung loosely about her. She walked up and down Colfax mornings and afternoons as though that were her place of business. Perhaps it was.
Marsupial-icious. Little things. Hold me. Cuteness. Coins. Gum. Pocket. Hugs. Under the stars.
The pouch was large. It was filled with a dark, sweet liquid, and she couldn’t wait to drink it. It was ominous looking and she hated the fact that it looked so appealing to her.
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA this word makes me laugh. not sure why. (:
to please myself i grab a pouch and straw. i feel my taste-buds burst alive. who knew summer could end so well in only a small pouch….. so not fitting
a pouch is a safe place. where kangaroos live when young. It’s sad that we can’t have pouches. Warm and Comfortable. You don’t do anything while you’re there. I miss being a child. when my pouch was in my mothers arms, and I could cry upon her shoulder.
its where i put my money. and occasionally, I’ll store other stuff there too. like my baby kangaroo i call him jack. I also store ma weed in there. Jack gets high sometimes. not so good. my pouch is love.
Deep in the pouch of the kangaru was a little ruby from the bayue. This ruby was worth killing for.
I am so tired of getting the same word. I figured that if I tried again I would get a different word. Something with more inspiration, but no. Oh well, I guess I must stumble once more…
The child opened her “voodoo pouch” to show me her “gris-gris”. I smiled as she pulled out a crow feather, a bit of quartz, and some shed snakeskin. My smile quickly vanished when she pulled out the ring. I last saw that ring on my husband’s hand… just before I buried him.
A kangaroo has a pouch, where it holds its young. The joey grows up depending on its mother for survival.
I love pouches. I can keep things in them. Special, pretty things. If I were a kangaroo I could keep me baby in there!
I love dipping. Long cut is way too messy. I’m sort of a messy kid. I’d get spittle all over myself. Dirty kind too. Can’t have that. Hick-baby is no way to look all day. I love throwin’ a lip in.
At first, I misread that as “punch”. That word gave me an idea, but now I don’t know what to do. Which to write about? The word that’s actually there or the word I thought it was?
Of course, I’m out of time now.
I looked down into my small leather pouch in which I often kept a small amount of baked goods but this time when I looked my goods were gone, not just missing but quite obviously pilfered.
Today I went for a hike. I grabbed my pouch and a bottle of water. The weather was delightful, an occasional breeze and the sun was partly covered by the clouds for the most part.
Her pouch dangled from her hand listlessly, she dropped it without a care. One hand on the roof’s edge, she squeezed her eyes shut and imagined she was that pouch, light, floating down toward the ground. She let go.
this is improv isnt it? i dont know what to say about pouches other than the fact that they carry my coins and my chocolate like on that episode of spongebob where he had a million pouches of CCCHHHOOOCCCOOOLLAATTTEE!!!!
“what’s in that pouch on her blouse?’Jessie asked.i looked at her.it was bad enough that we were here before the cops:taking pictures.’i don’t know.’ “well look see.” ‘OK,’ i said,and reached to find out.
A purpose of a pouch is to hold all my world. I once had a purse I called an onion that was the very definition of a pouch complete with a drawstring. I twas from india and it was was the most beautiful purse I’ve ever owned. A piece of me in which I kept more pieces to help me function. Perfect pouch personal and perfect small essential basics
kangaroos carry there babies in pouches. i have a small pouch to carry my change…times up!
kangaroos have pouches and just the other day my friend and i were talking about how kanagroos are the TRUE inventors of the pocket… aka the POUCH. what a handy little tool it is indeed. i love my pocketss. and sweat pants without pockets are Useless.
A ferocious dragon blocked my path through the hallway. I was mortified at first, but then reached into the pouch on my belt and pulled out a handful of magical jellybeans. As I dropped them on the ground, they began producing a field of beanstalks in the ground in front of me, which swarmed toward the dragon, assailing it with their magical, gelatinous might.
Kangaroo’s are common among the Australian deserts. However cute they might be I would never mess with such an animal. For in the fighting games they always pack a heavy punch.
The other day I watched a program on discovery channel that detailed the embryonic stages of development of a few creatures. One of them was he kangaroo. Seeing the little baby kangaroo crawling into his mothers pouch after such a brief period of growth was astounding to me.