no its overflowing
AGAIN?!
weLL this time the jar was too small
yea that are you put too much agian
now the plant flooded …DONT DROWN FLOWER!
LunarStar77
pour
anthony
What you do when making something drop out of something…..I am so special cause I am having not thoughts about the pour. To pour, to release something. I really need to return to school!
Shae
the rain down from the clouds
from my eyes the tears
its all pouring its all coming down
i see out the windows,
the ones in my house
the ones on my face
pour
dani
dripping
leaking
coming out and maybe we’ll see
god, this was fun and there’s no bad in fun
no matter what our parents would have said
hm.
i love you?
i think.
i suppose.
i guess.
yes, yes. bonne chance
tdm
Sitting by the window, watching the pouring rain slide down the pane. Poring over a favourite book, thinking, poor girl, Jane, poor girl. Tears pouring down onto the page. Clattering like the rain as they hit the words and dissolve.
Anonymous
why do i have to write aout pour again. i already wrote about it i want a different word. this is dumb. i hate pour. im going to do something else now. like read a book. im going to read robert crumb. that sounds good. once time is up
j
i like to pour milk but i am not good at it. I spill because i dont know how to start and stop puring without getting stuff on the counter. this is a problem because i eat cereal and drink juice constantly.
j
this word reminds me of Poor. they sound h the te same to me. if i were to here them used in the sentences than I would need a clue as to whaty the word meant. so am i poiting somehting out of a piture or an i so poor that I can not afford good. Oten times people talk of poitin out their souls on to paper or to another person
kora
pour
a feeling into meaning
make it something beautiful
or make it nothing at all
because it’s not worth seeing if
it does not inspire
then it should not exist
heather...
pouring my heart out for someone who doesnt care than getting my heart stomped on by alot of people. who know it could be so crual
anto
My head is empty. Empty empty empty in that old lull of the sea kind of empty. Empty but full of something that I can’t quite establish.
This chronic pain thing is getting me down and I’m aware of how I took my health for granted before. I’m not sure what I’m missing here or what they’re missing, but it feels like a lesson on something I’m not quite grasping because of the last mistakes I made because I never quite paid attention.
Aisling
I pour my heart and soul into almost every thing I do. I pour love into it like water into a tank of fish… and all my thoughts are swimming around.
Karen Lancaster-Taegel
fs
sfd
Moths, fireflies – annoying creatures. Behind the shed and on my patio, nothing eludes the strange whisks that occur when I walk out there at night. To be sure, this morning in wonderful, yellow, blue and pink sky, orange spiderlegs.
op
I am not a fucking drunk thank you
bubbles
She cried, looking out at the rain that just kept pouring.
Suddenly, his warm hands wrapped around her shoulders. When she saw his smile, she knew that one day this silly little fear would be part of the past.
His smile promised that much, at least.
Anonymous
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
brenda kroll
the rain is pouring like sugar is pouring into my coffee. I need to stay awake. Hours of homework, never enough caffine. Red Bull and sodas. Drink and drink and i can never stay awake. Sleep is what i need. Put the caffine away. See the rain pouring outside.
Bailey
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
brenda kroll
The
Anonymous
pour the batter into the bowl. Pour your feelings out, it’s healthy for you. Pouring down rain? I hate rain. Pouring the drinks into cups. Ok im sick of the word pour. Pour your soup into the bowl.
Abbey
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
brenda kroll
I pour the drink down the drain and sigh. She’s drunk again.. Badly drunk. Probably so intoxiated that she can’t stand and especially not walk. She kissed me again as well. Fuck! I hate her. Why does she keep doing this.
Nipso
They pour on the poor. The droplets of the wealthy. The trickle effect at its worst. They stand wet, drenched in the filth of our privilege.
Claire
i like to pour my liquid ingreidents into my dry ingredients espcially when baking things. then i mix em up, pour em into a pan then place them in the oven. <3
Anonymous
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
brenda kroll
When it rains, it pours. Pour me another one. I poured all my alcohol down the drain because I need to stop drinking it, it’s a bad habit and my family doesn’t like me doing it. Pour me some gravy!
Angela
Pour the rain out of the pitcher, let it seep through the brain into the imagination that is life, let the love of it all be your guide, and let your thoughts run free, and wild for as long as you possibly can, because that’s what it’s all truly about, living life, living dreams.
Panda
i like to pour things into a glass so i can drink it
sam
The water falls into a glass. A waterfall in the deep amazon crashes into the basin and carries toward an unknown destination. I have a desire.
David
Pour is the way rain falls from the sky. Pour is life, love, and freedom. Pour is emotions and healing all coming together. To pour is to pour into someone the strength and love that they need.
Pour is a beautiful word.
Malorey
The last of the water dripped out of the jug, making tiny ripples in my glass. I sat the container back down and looked out the window, blinking in the light as my eyes tried to adjust. with a tight hand I picked up my newly filled glass, brought it to my lips and took a sip.
Green
I walk into the kitchen and there he’ll stand.
I’ll watch from the doorway,
Watch the mechanisms of his body.
Fluid.
Similar to the liquids he pours out from his heart.
Pour me a cup.
Angie L
i pour all my thoughts into this one little paragraph its pouring of my mind and its really about nothing..i feel like pouring a glass of juice right now..mayne my mom need to go buy some juice.. well my thoughts r finished pouring out. and the timer is about 2 stop.
Chelsey Banks
I wanted to pour some milk in my cereal this morning. Instead I got nothing. I didn’t have any breakfast.
Anonymous
i wish i could think of something witty and poetic to say about the word “pour” but i can’t. i’m just not in the mood to be witty about pouring lemonade or water or milk or anything else. even pouring out my heart sounds cheesy and i don’t like sounding cheesy when i can’t think of anything good to say. i’d rather just sound like i’m very bored and typing about the word “pour”.
curiosity.x.kills@gmail.com
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and think. Think about all that you’ve done and the people that have affected you forever. Time is running out. Drink, think, relive.
pour
pour
no its overflowing
AGAIN?!
weLL this time the jar was too small
yea that are you put too much agian
now the plant flooded …DONT DROWN FLOWER!
pour
What you do when making something drop out of something…..I am so special cause I am having not thoughts about the pour. To pour, to release something. I really need to return to school!
the rain down from the clouds
from my eyes the tears
its all pouring its all coming down
i see out the windows,
the ones in my house
the ones on my face
pour
dripping
leaking
coming out and maybe we’ll see
god, this was fun and there’s no bad in fun
no matter what our parents would have said
hm.
i love you?
i think.
i suppose.
i guess.
yes, yes. bonne chance
Sitting by the window, watching the pouring rain slide down the pane. Poring over a favourite book, thinking, poor girl, Jane, poor girl. Tears pouring down onto the page. Clattering like the rain as they hit the words and dissolve.
why do i have to write aout pour again. i already wrote about it i want a different word. this is dumb. i hate pour. im going to do something else now. like read a book. im going to read robert crumb. that sounds good. once time is up
i like to pour milk but i am not good at it. I spill because i dont know how to start and stop puring without getting stuff on the counter. this is a problem because i eat cereal and drink juice constantly.
this word reminds me of Poor. they sound h the te same to me. if i were to here them used in the sentences than I would need a clue as to whaty the word meant. so am i poiting somehting out of a piture or an i so poor that I can not afford good. Oten times people talk of poitin out their souls on to paper or to another person
pour
a feeling into meaning
make it something beautiful
or make it nothing at all
because it’s not worth seeing if
it does not inspire
then it should not exist
pouring my heart out for someone who doesnt care than getting my heart stomped on by alot of people. who know it could be so crual
My head is empty. Empty empty empty in that old lull of the sea kind of empty. Empty but full of something that I can’t quite establish.
This chronic pain thing is getting me down and I’m aware of how I took my health for granted before. I’m not sure what I’m missing here or what they’re missing, but it feels like a lesson on something I’m not quite grasping because of the last mistakes I made because I never quite paid attention.
I pour my heart and soul into almost every thing I do. I pour love into it like water into a tank of fish… and all my thoughts are swimming around.
fs
Moths, fireflies – annoying creatures. Behind the shed and on my patio, nothing eludes the strange whisks that occur when I walk out there at night. To be sure, this morning in wonderful, yellow, blue and pink sky, orange spiderlegs.
I am not a fucking drunk thank you
She cried, looking out at the rain that just kept pouring.
Suddenly, his warm hands wrapped around her shoulders. When she saw his smile, she knew that one day this silly little fear would be part of the past.
His smile promised that much, at least.
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
the rain is pouring like sugar is pouring into my coffee. I need to stay awake. Hours of homework, never enough caffine. Red Bull and sodas. Drink and drink and i can never stay awake. Sleep is what i need. Put the caffine away. See the rain pouring outside.
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
The
pour the batter into the bowl. Pour your feelings out, it’s healthy for you. Pouring down rain? I hate rain. Pouring the drinks into cups. Ok im sick of the word pour. Pour your soup into the bowl.
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
I pour the drink down the drain and sigh. She’s drunk again.. Badly drunk. Probably so intoxiated that she can’t stand and especially not walk. She kissed me again as well. Fuck! I hate her. Why does she keep doing this.
They pour on the poor. The droplets of the wealthy. The trickle effect at its worst. They stand wet, drenched in the filth of our privilege.
i like to pour my liquid ingreidents into my dry ingredients espcially when baking things. then i mix em up, pour em into a pan then place them in the oven. <3
god is the love of the land. Take some love with you for tomorrow it could be too late. Hurry back with a peice of the pie.
When it rains, it pours. Pour me another one. I poured all my alcohol down the drain because I need to stop drinking it, it’s a bad habit and my family doesn’t like me doing it. Pour me some gravy!
Pour the rain out of the pitcher, let it seep through the brain into the imagination that is life, let the love of it all be your guide, and let your thoughts run free, and wild for as long as you possibly can, because that’s what it’s all truly about, living life, living dreams.
i like to pour things into a glass so i can drink it
The water falls into a glass. A waterfall in the deep amazon crashes into the basin and carries toward an unknown destination. I have a desire.
Pour is the way rain falls from the sky. Pour is life, love, and freedom. Pour is emotions and healing all coming together. To pour is to pour into someone the strength and love that they need.
Pour is a beautiful word.
The last of the water dripped out of the jug, making tiny ripples in my glass. I sat the container back down and looked out the window, blinking in the light as my eyes tried to adjust. with a tight hand I picked up my newly filled glass, brought it to my lips and took a sip.
I walk into the kitchen and there he’ll stand.
I’ll watch from the doorway,
Watch the mechanisms of his body.
Fluid.
Similar to the liquids he pours out from his heart.
Pour me a cup.
i pour all my thoughts into this one little paragraph its pouring of my mind and its really about nothing..i feel like pouring a glass of juice right now..mayne my mom need to go buy some juice.. well my thoughts r finished pouring out. and the timer is about 2 stop.
I wanted to pour some milk in my cereal this morning. Instead I got nothing. I didn’t have any breakfast.
i wish i could think of something witty and poetic to say about the word “pour” but i can’t. i’m just not in the mood to be witty about pouring lemonade or water or milk or anything else. even pouring out my heart sounds cheesy and i don’t like sounding cheesy when i can’t think of anything good to say. i’d rather just sound like i’m very bored and typing about the word “pour”.
Pour yourself a cup of coffee and think. Think about all that you’ve done and the people that have affected you forever. Time is running out. Drink, think, relive.