I slowly pour myself a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows as I think about my day. Who knew that today would be the day? Who knew that I’d be this excited? I can’t remember ever being this excited. I didn’t even realize that the smooth cocoa was pouring down my hand until I felt it’s smooth goodness. Who knew I’d be in such a good mood the day I died?
ellemignon
I poured my heart out to him!
Anonymous
the rain pours down from the rooftop. Pour pour pour slowly like crystal clear raindrops. There slowly it pours down your face, gently, touching your face like a dove.
Ludovica Forcina
did you ever think so much milk would pour over the floor? not milk though eh? surpress the memory, what was it, what was it. not telling, that’s for you to work out. Guess, guess, guess
Ed
beautiful spout, lean down the yellow
s s
pla h
and
a little bit of luck.
casey
pour a glass of water. water. needed in life. water H2O. pour yourself a drink after a long, hard day. thirsty. pouring rain. raindrops. water again.
every day, every hour. without water no life. without pour no water….
aislynn93
Pour out your spirit on us…
J Micah
Me another drink, bartender! Me a cup of sugar, sweetie! Pour me, pour me, pour me another shot of whiskey! Pour your heart out. Pour boo boo!
Cryptic
you say you never compromise. Not you, you’ve got to realise. You say, baby would you like to make a deal? How does it feel, h
catarina
can you believe that i would pour her milk into my glass, knowing that it was sour and masked.
i would do it it in a heartbeat.
boris.
mia ransom
can you believe that i would pour her milk into my glass, knowing that it was sour and masked.
i would do it it in a heartbeat.
boris.
mia ransom
my feeling were poured out last night because of what i’ve known. i failed the UPCAT. :(
leah
rain that pours down from the sky, each droplet so magnificent and highlights the entire world from its perspective
shyann
He started to pour out his feelings but stopped short, turned aside to the liquor display where he spent more time than was necessary perusing the merchandise before choosing his standard fifth of Jack–black.
gino
i pour out my random thoughts, and my strange musings, and stupid things that are going on in my head. And you always listen. And you always care, even if it’s not that exciting. And that is why you are my best friend.
maygoon
pour your love onto me
leave your mark on my skin
become part of me
we are one
pour you love onto me
pour your thought into my soul
leave your mark on me
love me till the end of time
T. F. Krag
Pour it on, the cosmic fire, chugga chugga chug.
bork
I’m pouring my heart out all over the floor and instead of landing with an impact it just gets messed up with the milk that’s already down there. It’s pouring with rain but once again that’s expected. What, apart from that would happen on this miserable day.
silverscribe
My heart pours out its yearnings to nobody in particular but my face gives nothing away. My sadness stays within me.
Ace
Pour silence into the vessel, and peace will flow out
ilili
let me pour you out, like a cup, or some crap like that. it’s all really quite interesting, all of this, and i hope somebody reading this loves it all. pouring is really quite a fun thing. pour pour pour. like pouring death into the world. pouring death is fun. we’re all dying. goodbye.
Holden Caulfield
I love to pour water into a pitcher when I make Kool-Aide. I’m not black, by the way. I just love how refreshing and tasty the water looks, then after you pour it in, you mix in the drink mix & sugar and then you get to enjoy your “hard work” that you put into making that drink.
Jesse
She went ahead shyly and poured the cup of tea for me. All the members of both the families were in the huge decorated room. Members of the to be groom scrutinizing the future bride.
Renzen
A good friend of mine once told me how to pour the perfect beer. I have never been without work since.
Flyder
When I think about having a liquid to drink I think of how hard it is for me to actually get things into the cup. I’m not sure exactly why I have this problem, but it seems that I always miss. My parents always have to help me or I have to pour it over the sink to try not to look as stupid as I feel. It’s quite stupid.
Anyssa
Pour out your heart and soul into whatever you do. Please do. If we all did wouldn’t this world have the best of all of us? I have a feeling that then we’d be much happier people. So when you get up today? Pour yourself your cup of proverbial coffee and enjoy. And go pour yourself into all that you do. And remember, just because liquids fit to containers, you get to pick the container too.
Joren
I want to pour hot chocolate all over that milfs phenomenal torso. But since I’m just some poor schmuck I don’t usually have a shot with those hot milfs. A black milf would be awesome.
Anonymous
pouring water, of course pouring water, don’t you think I’m a scientist? oh shit the comma button is malfunctioning. but back to the water. i once had a rather transcendental experience that occurred in autumn, where the water was very cold, and despite that, i went in anyway, right up to my ears. it was cold at first, but then warm, and like magic, i was free.
kbh101
I will pour out my heart to you. Give you the veins and their contents. Give you the smallest capillary and let you simmer in their presence. That is what you wanted from me wasn’t it? Everything that helped me live. I give it. You took it from me.
Alice
i will pour out my life
like the dripping of rain
and it will spill onto the canvas of this world
oh how it feels to let go
to open and express
like the first dawn of a new spring
and gleaming light on the new horizons
just as if it never were before
this is a new day
and the colours will jump out
and open the eyes of the world
Hayden Henderson
The blood poured rapidly from the gash on his shoulder, warm and scarlet on my shuddering fingers. I pressed my small hands against it, trying to slow the bleeding, but the blood seeped quickly through the gaps.
Scarlet
i personally prefer the word pore
666
Pour the water into a bucket, pour the water over the falls, pour the water down a mountain
Ian
The rain pours down the glass.
The sand trickles down the hours.
Your fears remain.
Anonymous
There was this bar, Pourhouse, it used to be a restaurant when I lived around there. I never went there when it was bar, but I drank there when it was a restaurant.
Alan P.
The french word meaning “for” that subsequently helped me understand the english word “why.” In french the word for why is “pourquoi” or directly translated it’s ” for why.” I always found questions starting with “why” very difficult to address as a writer, because of it’s vagueness, but thinking of it in french helped.
Caitlin O'Malley
I like to be inside on the couch, cuddled up when it’s pouring rain outside…I’d take snow as well!
Christian
i poured everything i had into that kid, and where did it leave me? thousands of miles away, wishing i knew what went wrong. every so often i’ll forget he ever existed, but days like today it’s too much for me to take. i appreciate the half hearted “how are yous,” but you’re welcome to give it up any time so i can get on with my life.
ACH
downfall over the city of tears and sadness.
In a world of hopeless dreams.
dani
pour the water down the drain. such a waste. how come people do not preserve water like they should? don’t they know that some people don’t have any water at all that’s suitable for drinking? how greedy of them. how very high and mighty of me to be judging them. i guess i am just more judgmental than i would like to admit.
I slowly pour myself a cup of hot chocolate with marshmallows as I think about my day. Who knew that today would be the day? Who knew that I’d be this excited? I can’t remember ever being this excited. I didn’t even realize that the smooth cocoa was pouring down my hand until I felt it’s smooth goodness. Who knew I’d be in such a good mood the day I died?
I poured my heart out to him!
the rain pours down from the rooftop. Pour pour pour slowly like crystal clear raindrops. There slowly it pours down your face, gently, touching your face like a dove.
did you ever think so much milk would pour over the floor? not milk though eh? surpress the memory, what was it, what was it. not telling, that’s for you to work out. Guess, guess, guess
beautiful spout, lean down the yellow
s s
pla h
and
a little bit of luck.
pour a glass of water. water. needed in life. water H2O. pour yourself a drink after a long, hard day. thirsty. pouring rain. raindrops. water again.
every day, every hour. without water no life. without pour no water….
Pour out your spirit on us…
Me another drink, bartender! Me a cup of sugar, sweetie! Pour me, pour me, pour me another shot of whiskey! Pour your heart out. Pour boo boo!
you say you never compromise. Not you, you’ve got to realise. You say, baby would you like to make a deal? How does it feel, h
can you believe that i would pour her milk into my glass, knowing that it was sour and masked.
i would do it it in a heartbeat.
boris.
can you believe that i would pour her milk into my glass, knowing that it was sour and masked.
i would do it it in a heartbeat.
boris.
my feeling were poured out last night because of what i’ve known. i failed the UPCAT. :(
rain that pours down from the sky, each droplet so magnificent and highlights the entire world from its perspective
He started to pour out his feelings but stopped short, turned aside to the liquor display where he spent more time than was necessary perusing the merchandise before choosing his standard fifth of Jack–black.
i pour out my random thoughts, and my strange musings, and stupid things that are going on in my head. And you always listen. And you always care, even if it’s not that exciting. And that is why you are my best friend.
pour your love onto me
leave your mark on my skin
become part of me
we are one
pour you love onto me
pour your thought into my soul
leave your mark on me
love me till the end of time
Pour it on, the cosmic fire, chugga chugga chug.
I’m pouring my heart out all over the floor and instead of landing with an impact it just gets messed up with the milk that’s already down there. It’s pouring with rain but once again that’s expected. What, apart from that would happen on this miserable day.
My heart pours out its yearnings to nobody in particular but my face gives nothing away. My sadness stays within me.
Pour silence into the vessel, and peace will flow out
let me pour you out, like a cup, or some crap like that. it’s all really quite interesting, all of this, and i hope somebody reading this loves it all. pouring is really quite a fun thing. pour pour pour. like pouring death into the world. pouring death is fun. we’re all dying. goodbye.
I love to pour water into a pitcher when I make Kool-Aide. I’m not black, by the way. I just love how refreshing and tasty the water looks, then after you pour it in, you mix in the drink mix & sugar and then you get to enjoy your “hard work” that you put into making that drink.
She went ahead shyly and poured the cup of tea for me. All the members of both the families were in the huge decorated room. Members of the to be groom scrutinizing the future bride.
A good friend of mine once told me how to pour the perfect beer. I have never been without work since.
When I think about having a liquid to drink I think of how hard it is for me to actually get things into the cup. I’m not sure exactly why I have this problem, but it seems that I always miss. My parents always have to help me or I have to pour it over the sink to try not to look as stupid as I feel. It’s quite stupid.
Pour out your heart and soul into whatever you do. Please do. If we all did wouldn’t this world have the best of all of us? I have a feeling that then we’d be much happier people. So when you get up today? Pour yourself your cup of proverbial coffee and enjoy. And go pour yourself into all that you do. And remember, just because liquids fit to containers, you get to pick the container too.
I want to pour hot chocolate all over that milfs phenomenal torso. But since I’m just some poor schmuck I don’t usually have a shot with those hot milfs. A black milf would be awesome.
pouring water, of course pouring water, don’t you think I’m a scientist? oh shit the comma button is malfunctioning. but back to the water. i once had a rather transcendental experience that occurred in autumn, where the water was very cold, and despite that, i went in anyway, right up to my ears. it was cold at first, but then warm, and like magic, i was free.
I will pour out my heart to you. Give you the veins and their contents. Give you the smallest capillary and let you simmer in their presence. That is what you wanted from me wasn’t it? Everything that helped me live. I give it. You took it from me.
i will pour out my life
like the dripping of rain
and it will spill onto the canvas of this world
oh how it feels to let go
to open and express
like the first dawn of a new spring
and gleaming light on the new horizons
just as if it never were before
this is a new day
and the colours will jump out
and open the eyes of the world
The blood poured rapidly from the gash on his shoulder, warm and scarlet on my shuddering fingers. I pressed my small hands against it, trying to slow the bleeding, but the blood seeped quickly through the gaps.
i personally prefer the word pore
Pour the water into a bucket, pour the water over the falls, pour the water down a mountain
The rain pours down the glass.
The sand trickles down the hours.
Your fears remain.
There was this bar, Pourhouse, it used to be a restaurant when I lived around there. I never went there when it was bar, but I drank there when it was a restaurant.
The french word meaning “for” that subsequently helped me understand the english word “why.” In french the word for why is “pourquoi” or directly translated it’s ” for why.” I always found questions starting with “why” very difficult to address as a writer, because of it’s vagueness, but thinking of it in french helped.
I like to be inside on the couch, cuddled up when it’s pouring rain outside…I’d take snow as well!
i poured everything i had into that kid, and where did it leave me? thousands of miles away, wishing i knew what went wrong. every so often i’ll forget he ever existed, but days like today it’s too much for me to take. i appreciate the half hearted “how are yous,” but you’re welcome to give it up any time so i can get on with my life.
downfall over the city of tears and sadness.
In a world of hopeless dreams.
pour the water down the drain. such a waste. how come people do not preserve water like they should? don’t they know that some people don’t have any water at all that’s suitable for drinking? how greedy of them. how very high and mighty of me to be judging them. i guess i am just more judgmental than i would like to admit.