it’s not that it rains or it pours or any of the other cliches that the word calls to mind. it’s all right, really. she can’t remember a time when her life wasn’t like this. the only thing she knows, if she knows anything at all, is looking out of the window and waiting about for the wind to change.
i wish my free writing =/= crap
I pour out my self onto this page. it is nothing and something all at the same time. A statement that I would even spend my time doing this.
Lauren
This is what I do. I pour myself into you. I wander around dry resenting what I give you. What I give you never seems to be important enough. Never Sufficient.
genevieve
Pour liquid into a container to drink. Quench your thirst as the cool refreshments slide down your throat and into your stomach, lowering your core temperature after a long hot run through the woods. Healthy, active, alive. Me.
Stephanie
pour liquid from a pitcher to quench your thirst. I usually prefer tea with sugar, although i also like tea brewed hot on a cold morning.
Anonymous
I pour my drinks with precision. It is the beginning of a great night. It all boils down to what you pour, how much you pour, and how often you pour. We pour for many reasons, but always to make things better. For a fun time, to socialize easier, or to forget the past.
Chelsea
a heart, pour a heart or mold…like a cast. or pouring your feelings out…into someone else’s heart. and over that person.
curtis.
pour some sugar on me; ohh in the name of love. i’m smitten, but really more afraid because the distance is much closer than the other hommie.
cosmiclay
Pour is the meaning of life as it falls through ym fingertips like water. Sand, people who pour their hearts out are lovers, respectable. classic. I was the culprit in a situation that consisted of the pouring.heart. Leading to broken
Adam Crispell
i’ll pour my soul into yours if you ask me to, and i won’t look back. you make me so incredibly happy. pouring everything into something else is the most impossible and the most wonderful thing i’ve ever felt. i can’t even write in coherent sentences right now.
amelia
water, it’s kinda like really wet, you can pour stuff, or sometimes, you can…it’s umm.
you can be poor, too, i guess, but that just rhymes. it’s not the same thing.
you can pour just about anywhere, right?
like into a glass, out of a glass…stuff, idk.
nikita ushakov
a cup of flour
3 cups sugar
2 eggs
3 tbsp veg. oil
2 tsp. water
Mandy H
She poured herself a vodka and stared at the clear glass. The water of life, the water of strength, the water to drown her sorrows. With a shaking hand she lifted the half-full glass to her lips, opened her throat and poured it down. Unable to taste the bitter d
Anonymous
Pour me another. Open here to pour. The milk pours with a creamy whiteness.
Chris G
this is french for “for” english for a rush, a falling, a filling of cups, an emptying of mouths.
no
The deformed mutants poured into the city in tens of thousands. Brave soldiers and wizards tried to hold them back, but swords, spears and magical lightning bolts were not enough. The city was being overrun by the invaders. There was nothing left to do. It was time to run.
Dranyer
I pour it out. IT missed the cup. It’s spilling all over the place. Everyone can see it. I am trying to hide it, trying to fix it however…it is not working. Something must give, maybe I need to fix my aim or maybe I just need a new cup. Maybe I should just stop pouring altogether. Who knows. Let the pouring commence for the time being.
Chris H,
When it rains it pours, eye are heavy, balls are sweaty. I pour my emotions into a paper cup and wonder if i’m still a man without a cup of happiness rather than shittiness.
Fugg
The waiter comes to me an places a glass on the table, smack in the middle of my plate. He picks up the stainless steel knife, fork and spoon and drops them one by one on the floor, then takes the bright-yellow daffodils out of the glass vase in the middle of the table, picks it up and pours the water over my head.
“Say, you’re a great waiter.” I tell him.
“Thanks.” he says.
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to drain, empty, give all, when i think of pour, i think of my heart and how 24/7 i pour it all out to all i am doing and my life’s goal is to pur out my heart to everyone and that heart is full of love, god’s love and i want to pour out love so that people may know the Perfect Love, God.
houston
my heart has to pour out its sadness about losing my friend. She is gone now close to two years. But it feels like yesterday. I am sad not to have shared some milestones with her. She was a sad soul and I know her time was short for this earth, the knowledge of that does not make it easier… her not being here.
eclectikat
I’m extremely good at pouring because I make smoothies for a job. I’m especially good at pouring honey. Pouring is bad for the wrists though. And my wrists are extremely bad any way. How unfortunate is pouring!
Brittany
rain
Anonymous
mm beer i love watching the bartender pour my beer. i cant wait to take the first sip of that ice could beer and pour it down my throat.
when it rains, it pours. no really, it does.
Nikki
so we sat in the middle of the driveway, as the tar burnt our legs and scalded the hairs off of our calves, and drank the half-full bottle of her father’s stolen Jack Daniels. We didn’t bother pouring it into cups, because then there would be evidence. Instead, we drank straight from the bottle
Sooby
pour door can you see me when im showing off my thoughts with the words o sor cool think about what im saying whein im govingin off this knowledge its easily compariblae to the pills that im pouring think its straight for me to come with out a gift that makes me worse when im pouring out my thoughts n doubt
tyrek
milk. oreos. chocolate. i suck at this. i can’t think of anything that has to do with pour. my mind doesn’t work like this. i can write about random shit but i can’t think of anything when i see the word “pour.”
Anonymous
your heart into mine, your full glass to make mine half, water over what ails me take to another place, take me to another land help me understand your plan…pour all over me… then we can spread.
butterfly
ah! it overfLowing STOP! dont put anymore!
see i told you now there is water everywhere!
LunarStar77
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pour me out then draw me in. i will pour my emotions if you pour enthusiasm. no, i will if you also
i sat down awkwardly, drumming my hands softly on my knees, wrapping my fingers around the frayed fabric and twisting it into knots. shannon smiled at me with her eyes, lifting up the container of juice and pouring it into the large, crystal-clear cup in front of me. my mouth was parched.
satah
pour from a cup, a bottle.
pouring down rain.
pouring on the love, the syrup.
not to be confused with pores.
to pour, pouring, poured.
Selena
I know it’s a play on the word “pour”, but the first thing that came to mind is “poor”, because it’s been one of those days. It’s also been pouring all day–like raining cats and dogs. Which does nothing to improve the “poor” mood.
Abby
She collapsed into her mother superior’s embrace as she poured her soul out through droplets of distress pent up from the over-powering week. There she was, with nothing left and nothing to hide.
alison
i poured the coffee down the drain, screw the environment, i need to get rid of the coffee and get rid of him. that bastard has been plaguing my life since 07 and now his comeuppance would finally be upon him. at last
a panda
i pour drinks everyday at work. i pour food and drinks at home. pouring is the act of emptying something into another. pourrrrinnnnggggggg is boriiiiiiinnnnnnggg. i don’t know what else to write about the word pour.
megan
it fell, it came, in torrents of steam, the water, the deer, the magic, the tornado, the hellfire inferno that fell upon my head like meteors out of an open sky, like death that knows no bounds. If it had a name, it would not be one I know. It fell, and that is all. I know.
Sarah
I will pour my heart out to you. Cut it open, and let my emotions pour out around you. They’ll surround you, tell you just how i really feel about you. In treturn, I ask you to cut open your heart, and let your emotions pour out around me…so that I may know, just exactly how you feel for me.
missscaryjeri
it started to pour in that instant. pools of raindrops and tears glistening. ruby secrets and our own personal time machines waiting to break down and sob. it’s hard to be alive when you know there is nothing left to live for. nothing left to gain from this pouring rain. dusk is wet
it’s not that it rains or it pours or any of the other cliches that the word calls to mind. it’s all right, really. she can’t remember a time when her life wasn’t like this. the only thing she knows, if she knows anything at all, is looking out of the window and waiting about for the wind to change.
I pour out my self onto this page. it is nothing and something all at the same time. A statement that I would even spend my time doing this.
This is what I do. I pour myself into you. I wander around dry resenting what I give you. What I give you never seems to be important enough. Never Sufficient.
Pour liquid into a container to drink. Quench your thirst as the cool refreshments slide down your throat and into your stomach, lowering your core temperature after a long hot run through the woods. Healthy, active, alive. Me.
pour liquid from a pitcher to quench your thirst. I usually prefer tea with sugar, although i also like tea brewed hot on a cold morning.
I pour my drinks with precision. It is the beginning of a great night. It all boils down to what you pour, how much you pour, and how often you pour. We pour for many reasons, but always to make things better. For a fun time, to socialize easier, or to forget the past.
a heart, pour a heart or mold…like a cast. or pouring your feelings out…into someone else’s heart. and over that person.
pour some sugar on me; ohh in the name of love. i’m smitten, but really more afraid because the distance is much closer than the other hommie.
Pour is the meaning of life as it falls through ym fingertips like water. Sand, people who pour their hearts out are lovers, respectable. classic. I was the culprit in a situation that consisted of the pouring.heart. Leading to broken
i’ll pour my soul into yours if you ask me to, and i won’t look back. you make me so incredibly happy. pouring everything into something else is the most impossible and the most wonderful thing i’ve ever felt. i can’t even write in coherent sentences right now.
water, it’s kinda like really wet, you can pour stuff, or sometimes, you can…it’s umm.
you can be poor, too, i guess, but that just rhymes. it’s not the same thing.
you can pour just about anywhere, right?
like into a glass, out of a glass…stuff, idk.
a cup of flour
3 cups sugar
2 eggs
3 tbsp veg. oil
2 tsp. water
She poured herself a vodka and stared at the clear glass. The water of life, the water of strength, the water to drown her sorrows. With a shaking hand she lifted the half-full glass to her lips, opened her throat and poured it down. Unable to taste the bitter d
Pour me another. Open here to pour. The milk pours with a creamy whiteness.
this is french for “for” english for a rush, a falling, a filling of cups, an emptying of mouths.
The deformed mutants poured into the city in tens of thousands. Brave soldiers and wizards tried to hold them back, but swords, spears and magical lightning bolts were not enough. The city was being overrun by the invaders. There was nothing left to do. It was time to run.
I pour it out. IT missed the cup. It’s spilling all over the place. Everyone can see it. I am trying to hide it, trying to fix it however…it is not working. Something must give, maybe I need to fix my aim or maybe I just need a new cup. Maybe I should just stop pouring altogether. Who knows. Let the pouring commence for the time being.
When it rains it pours, eye are heavy, balls are sweaty. I pour my emotions into a paper cup and wonder if i’m still a man without a cup of happiness rather than shittiness.
The waiter comes to me an places a glass on the table, smack in the middle of my plate. He picks up the stainless steel knife, fork and spoon and drops them one by one on the floor, then takes the bright-yellow daffodils out of the glass vase in the middle of the table, picks it up and pours the water over my head.
“Say, you’re a great waiter.” I tell him.
“Thanks.” he says.
to drain, empty, give all, when i think of pour, i think of my heart and how 24/7 i pour it all out to all i am doing and my life’s goal is to pur out my heart to everyone and that heart is full of love, god’s love and i want to pour out love so that people may know the Perfect Love, God.
my heart has to pour out its sadness about losing my friend. She is gone now close to two years. But it feels like yesterday. I am sad not to have shared some milestones with her. She was a sad soul and I know her time was short for this earth, the knowledge of that does not make it easier… her not being here.
I’m extremely good at pouring because I make smoothies for a job. I’m especially good at pouring honey. Pouring is bad for the wrists though. And my wrists are extremely bad any way. How unfortunate is pouring!
rain
mm beer i love watching the bartender pour my beer. i cant wait to take the first sip of that ice could beer and pour it down my throat.
when it rains, it pours. no really, it does.
so we sat in the middle of the driveway, as the tar burnt our legs and scalded the hairs off of our calves, and drank the half-full bottle of her father’s stolen Jack Daniels. We didn’t bother pouring it into cups, because then there would be evidence. Instead, we drank straight from the bottle
pour door can you see me when im showing off my thoughts with the words o sor cool think about what im saying whein im govingin off this knowledge its easily compariblae to the pills that im pouring think its straight for me to come with out a gift that makes me worse when im pouring out my thoughts n doubt
milk. oreos. chocolate. i suck at this. i can’t think of anything that has to do with pour. my mind doesn’t work like this. i can write about random shit but i can’t think of anything when i see the word “pour.”
your heart into mine, your full glass to make mine half, water over what ails me take to another place, take me to another land help me understand your plan…pour all over me… then we can spread.
ah! it overfLowing STOP! dont put anymore!
see i told you now there is water everywhere!
a
i sat down awkwardly, drumming my hands softly on my knees, wrapping my fingers around the frayed fabric and twisting it into knots. shannon smiled at me with her eyes, lifting up the container of juice and pouring it into the large, crystal-clear cup in front of me. my mouth was parched.
pour from a cup, a bottle.
pouring down rain.
pouring on the love, the syrup.
not to be confused with pores.
to pour, pouring, poured.
I know it’s a play on the word “pour”, but the first thing that came to mind is “poor”, because it’s been one of those days. It’s also been pouring all day–like raining cats and dogs. Which does nothing to improve the “poor” mood.
She collapsed into her mother superior’s embrace as she poured her soul out through droplets of distress pent up from the over-powering week. There she was, with nothing left and nothing to hide.
i poured the coffee down the drain, screw the environment, i need to get rid of the coffee and get rid of him. that bastard has been plaguing my life since 07 and now his comeuppance would finally be upon him. at last
i pour drinks everyday at work. i pour food and drinks at home. pouring is the act of emptying something into another. pourrrrinnnnggggggg is boriiiiiiinnnnnnggg. i don’t know what else to write about the word pour.
it fell, it came, in torrents of steam, the water, the deer, the magic, the tornado, the hellfire inferno that fell upon my head like meteors out of an open sky, like death that knows no bounds. If it had a name, it would not be one I know. It fell, and that is all. I know.
I will pour my heart out to you. Cut it open, and let my emotions pour out around you. They’ll surround you, tell you just how i really feel about you. In treturn, I ask you to cut open your heart, and let your emotions pour out around me…so that I may know, just exactly how you feel for me.
it started to pour in that instant. pools of raindrops and tears glistening. ruby secrets and our own personal time machines waiting to break down and sob. it’s hard to be alive when you know there is nothing left to live for. nothing left to gain from this pouring rain. dusk is wet
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