She would pour milk from the crystal pitcher into the kids glasses in the yard. They felt like they were rich in their garden party.
Mary Lou Wynegar
a pour riting on a peas of papper.
antonie
Pouring rain makes me insane.
But terrential pouring keeps me soaring.
I pour a glass of orange juice.
Tang
I made juice and poured some the glasse
Joshiah
Pouring rain makes me insane.
But terrential pouring keeps me soaring.
I pour a glass of orange juice.
Tang
The rain poured all day yesterday on the 17th of Janurary. Everyone was stuck at home with nothing to do. I for one, stayed on the computer chatting with friends. It was quite boring but was amusing at some moments of the day. I decided a way to amuse myself was to go on stumble upon and find random websites.
It’s not January 18, 2010 and I’m still stumbling.
That is all.
(:
Breeanna/b.noi626@gmail.com
pour myself into the mould that society deems fit for me. i simultaneously love and hate it. the part of me that hates it never seemed to fit into this cup. the part of me that loves it, loves the feeling of belonging.
wannabe
to pour lemonade from the cool pitcher into the small plasitc cup. to pour creek water from one hand to the other. to pour one more goldfish down the toilet. to pour flour into a mixing bowl
reya
Pour. This reminds me of the time that I got out of bed, and it felt like my nose was pouring blood. It happens all the time in the spring. I have allergies out of this world. Anyways, one time, I get up, and it’s from a night of drinking. So I sleep heavy when I drink, so I think it’s drool. Nope. I rub my nose, and there it is. Black, because my room is dark. Thank goodness, my sheets are black, too.
Rex
I pour myself out each day
Into life’s vessel it calls
“Fill me!” and I do, I trust
with drink that is warm and
chilled, deep and light,
colorful and black-and-white-
and-grey in lines that make
one wonder and know
simultaneously
I pour a mug of life, in all its
richness and I smile, making pouring
and drinking and reveling in it all
my prayer.
juliejordanscott@hotmail.com
I like to pour stuff into things. Pour is a great way to pour my brain into this writing. As I pour
DB
Into the bucket the jucie pours,
into the buckets the milk falls
in they go
to be drank and
to be in a full stomach
that is why we pour the milk into the bucket
sarah
Into the bucket the jucie pours,
into the buckets the milke falls
in they go
to be drank an
sarah
that’s what my mind did that night in the alley with your mother we sang the evening away until our throats burned with the satisfaction of killing our vocal cords. the police came and we kept singing a bizarre duet of song and sirens
timo ostrander
the rain pours.
but her voice keeps echoing inside my mind, in my ears so much that word’s won’t get out no matter how many raindrops pour.
when you pour milk, it sometimes splashes out of the carton. Pouring wine is more fun. Sometimes that splashes out too. Pouring into a measuring cup is harder–you have to get down and look at the lines on the cup. You can also pour out your heart–that can be sloppy too. Pour out your sorrow too…
pwheetstraw@yahoo.com
pour into me like wine
let me catch your thoughts
like the burgundy captures the candlelight
warm vanilla spice intoxication
i’ll paint pretty pictures and starry dreams
over the emptiness
just for you
Melancholy
children have to live without food or waqter in africa they don’t have any clothes or shoes i wish i could help more but im just a kid
lea
i pour my heart out to him, just like i were pouring his soup in the evening.
sarah
bleh
as
It sucks everytime I have something amazing to tell you and you barely listen. I pour my heart out and you dont hear it.
Raygun
I like to pour juice out of a pitcher. If you pour it too slow, it trickles down the side all sticky. If you pour it too fast, it splashes out of the cup.
Gloria
the water pours on my body, rolling down my skin as I look up to the sky. My tear drops mingle with the rain, washing away the pain.
Karin
The rain poured down at her windowsill, echoing her thoughts and feelings. She cried as the sky cried along, each drop carrying a kind of lingering sadness. She looked up at the vast blue sky above her, her heart crying out to be heard. She wanted to be free, she did. Always.
Rei Aisaka
pour me some yogurt
stew
Pour me a cold one!
JB
Pour us some more coffee!
kelly
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bit
henry poured the custard over the crumble and took a deep breathe. He wondered why he’d invited her over when he wasn’t ready for this. she would definately take the invite to his house as a green light to move to the next stage. He was stupid.
Hel
The carton poured milk into a half-empty glass, and white-chocolate seashells rode the waves. Calcium ions sizzled, electrified, in the wide-open sailor mouth.
Alycia
So ill pour my heart onto the page, bleeding out like a broken pen, broken words spill from my mouth, sweet little wishes of what this is about
i follow behind you, my hand on your back, your the quickest way to enduce heart attack, does it strike a chord? well ill strike a match, burning forever, the perfect catch
I love you brittany
water
Jenn
water
w
when everything is so perfect and just naturally beautiful, you can’t believe your eyes, everything seems perfect and just the way ist should be. When you see something and don’t need to add anything to fulfill it to it’s perfect
na ich eben
She was no stingy with her affection. It was not something she metered or rationed. The best word to describe her way of loving was “pour.” Waves of admiration swept over their recipient until they were in a deluge, choking on affection, hardly able to breathe.
Jay
rain pours.for some,so do their hearts and their eyes.it used to rain so muh in manchester that we got sick of it.but we loved the fact that nothing stopped cuz of the pouring rain.i rememeber a friend said this is not pouting,,the sky is pissing,i laughed my head off although it was obscene
faiza
It was too late to stop the concrete pour when the foreman fell into the forms. We tried to pull him out. We tried to save him, but he was already too far under and like quicksand, the more he struggled, the deeper he went.
Doug McIntire
pour the water down the drain and watch it swirl away like how you watched his love for you pour down to the depths of dislike that now ultimately lead you to pour water down the drain.
what!
the tears pour everytime i see the christmas supernatural episode, i men oh em gee how kissable do they look in that one, ohhhhhhhhhh laaaaaaaawd above! i also love the fact that sam didnt say anything but he didnt have to, because their faces are so expressive omgggg
She would pour milk from the crystal pitcher into the kids glasses in the yard. They felt like they were rich in their garden party.
a pour riting on a peas of papper.
Pouring rain makes me insane.
But terrential pouring keeps me soaring.
I pour a glass of orange juice.
I made juice and poured some the glasse
Pouring rain makes me insane.
But terrential pouring keeps me soaring.
I pour a glass of orange juice.
The rain poured all day yesterday on the 17th of Janurary. Everyone was stuck at home with nothing to do. I for one, stayed on the computer chatting with friends. It was quite boring but was amusing at some moments of the day. I decided a way to amuse myself was to go on stumble upon and find random websites.
It’s not January 18, 2010 and I’m still stumbling.
That is all.
(:
pour myself into the mould that society deems fit for me. i simultaneously love and hate it. the part of me that hates it never seemed to fit into this cup. the part of me that loves it, loves the feeling of belonging.
to pour lemonade from the cool pitcher into the small plasitc cup. to pour creek water from one hand to the other. to pour one more goldfish down the toilet. to pour flour into a mixing bowl
Pour. This reminds me of the time that I got out of bed, and it felt like my nose was pouring blood. It happens all the time in the spring. I have allergies out of this world. Anyways, one time, I get up, and it’s from a night of drinking. So I sleep heavy when I drink, so I think it’s drool. Nope. I rub my nose, and there it is. Black, because my room is dark. Thank goodness, my sheets are black, too.
I pour myself out each day
Into life’s vessel it calls
“Fill me!” and I do, I trust
with drink that is warm and
chilled, deep and light,
colorful and black-and-white-
and-grey in lines that make
one wonder and know
simultaneously
I pour a mug of life, in all its
richness and I smile, making pouring
and drinking and reveling in it all
my prayer.
I like to pour stuff into things. Pour is a great way to pour my brain into this writing. As I pour
Into the bucket the jucie pours,
into the buckets the milk falls
in they go
to be drank and
to be in a full stomach
that is why we pour the milk into the bucket
Into the bucket the jucie pours,
into the buckets the milke falls
in they go
to be drank an
that’s what my mind did that night in the alley with your mother we sang the evening away until our throats burned with the satisfaction of killing our vocal cords. the police came and we kept singing a bizarre duet of song and sirens
the rain pours.
but her voice keeps echoing inside my mind, in my ears so much that word’s won’t get out no matter how many raindrops pour.
the rain keeps pouring.
water, rain,skin,acne,monsoon,tsunami,drops,wet,cold,slippery,cup,gallom,drinking,hydration,liquid
when you pour milk, it sometimes splashes out of the carton. Pouring wine is more fun. Sometimes that splashes out too. Pouring into a measuring cup is harder–you have to get down and look at the lines on the cup. You can also pour out your heart–that can be sloppy too. Pour out your sorrow too…
pour into me like wine
let me catch your thoughts
like the burgundy captures the candlelight
warm vanilla spice intoxication
i’ll paint pretty pictures and starry dreams
over the emptiness
just for you
children have to live without food or waqter in africa they don’t have any clothes or shoes i wish i could help more but im just a kid
i pour my heart out to him, just like i were pouring his soup in the evening.
bleh
It sucks everytime I have something amazing to tell you and you barely listen. I pour my heart out and you dont hear it.
I like to pour juice out of a pitcher. If you pour it too slow, it trickles down the side all sticky. If you pour it too fast, it splashes out of the cup.
the water pours on my body, rolling down my skin as I look up to the sky. My tear drops mingle with the rain, washing away the pain.
The rain poured down at her windowsill, echoing her thoughts and feelings. She cried as the sky cried along, each drop carrying a kind of lingering sadness. She looked up at the vast blue sky above her, her heart crying out to be heard. She wanted to be free, she did. Always.
pour me some yogurt
Pour me a cold one!
Pour us some more coffee!
ljlkjlkjljjlkjlkjkjlkjkl
henry poured the custard over the crumble and took a deep breathe. He wondered why he’d invited her over when he wasn’t ready for this. she would definately take the invite to his house as a green light to move to the next stage. He was stupid.
The carton poured milk into a half-empty glass, and white-chocolate seashells rode the waves. Calcium ions sizzled, electrified, in the wide-open sailor mouth.
So ill pour my heart onto the page, bleeding out like a broken pen, broken words spill from my mouth, sweet little wishes of what this is about
i follow behind you, my hand on your back, your the quickest way to enduce heart attack, does it strike a chord? well ill strike a match, burning forever, the perfect catch
water
water
when everything is so perfect and just naturally beautiful, you can’t believe your eyes, everything seems perfect and just the way ist should be. When you see something and don’t need to add anything to fulfill it to it’s perfect
She was no stingy with her affection. It was not something she metered or rationed. The best word to describe her way of loving was “pour.” Waves of admiration swept over their recipient until they were in a deluge, choking on affection, hardly able to breathe.
rain pours.for some,so do their hearts and their eyes.it used to rain so muh in manchester that we got sick of it.but we loved the fact that nothing stopped cuz of the pouring rain.i rememeber a friend said this is not pouting,,the sky is pissing,i laughed my head off although it was obscene
It was too late to stop the concrete pour when the foreman fell into the forms. We tried to pull him out. We tried to save him, but he was already too far under and like quicksand, the more he struggled, the deeper he went.
pour the water down the drain and watch it swirl away like how you watched his love for you pour down to the depths of dislike that now ultimately lead you to pour water down the drain.
the tears pour everytime i see the christmas supernatural episode, i men oh em gee how kissable do they look in that one, ohhhhhhhhhh laaaaaaaawd above! i also love the fact that sam didnt say anything but he didnt have to, because their faces are so expressive omgggg