“You have to get clean, Sonny. Take this sponge and lye and stand under the spout, there… That’s it. Scrub real good, now, Sonny. I don’t wanna see a single smudge on you when you’re done.” Seated on the overturned bucket just outside the stall, Mother’s gaze wandered blankly to the ancient rafters that groaned under the weight of the dilapidated barn roof, and she sighed. “You have to get clean.”
Emily Brien
Purify. What a moralistic term. Who needs to purify? We can never go back, but forward. Purification is fantasy of return.
Writer
The water was dirty. So dirty. But it was not a killer so we drank it. The animals beside us drank it. It cleaned us, this dirty water. Because there is no purity, just dillution.
CS DeWildt
I wanted to burn out every memory of you, to take out the parts of me that wants all the parts of you especially the impure ones the dark things crawling behind your eyelids looking out and waiting for the right moment.
Rachel
Scrub HARDER! The words echoed through the house as they looked at the giant stain spreading across the tiles in the kitchen.
Cosmos
To fix the world
The life
The sin
The sore
The old
The new
like woman man child tea teacher a an two one four the this some hotel garagem speak team iron
Danilo Ventura
They come in mass, unworthy:
the poor and their ailments, the sinners,
the meek, those who wish
to be like the one they worship.
But it is water that births them
from their plight, a baptism
of acceptance: sisters and brothers
under the same, single sun.
William Soule
To purify the lands, he needed first to purify his soul. Only the one with the lightest soul could vanquish these demons – and the demons would be made from his own deepest and darkest desires.
ME
Great poetry
mirzashahbaz
Her skin is pink and aching from the scrubbing and she’s long since run out of hot water, but she turns on the shower again.
Just one more and she knows she’ll finally feel clean.
Saya
Purificar un alma es de las cosas mas sencillas pero que pocos seres humanos pueden realizar, un acto amable y simple como ofrecer el asiento a alguien que lo necesita mas, o ayudar a tu vecino con sus compras puede purificar tu ser, puede hacerte sentir mejor
The water ran clear for the first time in months. It was almost like a miracle. It hadn’t been drinkable in so long she almost forgot what it tasted like.
The priest attempted to purify Janet, but no matter how hard he tried, the demon persisted. He dunked her in two buckets of holy water to no avail. He had no choice but to call the eradicator.
She decided to purify her body by only eating fruits and vegetables and drinking only water and green tea for one week.
Bluered
The fire was meant to purify the village, but all it did was ensure the damnation of those choosing to pass judgement.
lindsay
purify:
The black taint on her skin began to spread outwards. She brought her gaze up to meet his, horror in her eyes. I’m done for, she didn’t need to say out loud.
He brought up a green vial. “This will purify the infection.”
I purify my tap water before drinking it. It is important to purify the water you drink because it may contain led and bacteria.
Brenda Nuno
She struggled to hone the purity of her intentions. You want to talk to him for /this/ reason. No more than that. Kill the hormonal response loop. But then he’d make her laugh, and say something clever, and “kill” would turn to “dampen”, and, well, since we’re playing fast and loose with purity of meaning it’s easy to see where that leads.
Florence Farfaletti
In order to purify blood in the popular TV series Supernatural you have to visit confessional. This is typically (and only used once) used to humanize a demon. It was preformed, unsuccessfully on Crowley the kind of Hell. However it did fuel his addiction for human blood, and briefly made him experience human emotions.
Slowly, Rashad dipped her hands in the pool of shimmering water. The scent of incense drenched her nostrils and its heady, intoxicating fragrance made her a little dizzy. She cupped her hands together and brought a cupful of water above the glassy surface, her eyes following the trails of liquid trickling down her arms and out between her fingers.
Hilary
Betsy wouldn’t drink any water from the glasses I provided her unless I could prove, and I quote, that it had been “purified.” I told her that I had a filter in the pitcher I poured the stuff from, but she claimed they didn’t work. Finally fed up, I proceeded to offer her a sip of red wine instead. That seemed to finally settle her, as she quietly enjoyed her Merlot with a smile.
Belinda Roddie
He went to get water from the well, but the muddy, dark, dank stuff which came up in the bucket wasn’t fit to drink. He’d have to purify it which took time and he was thirsty now. But he weighed the prospect of stomach problems with his immediate need, and trudge back towards the house, and poured the contents into the water purifier. As it peculated through the sand, he wondered how the water had gotten so foul, and realized that since he had arrived home for this visit, that people had talked about little else but the drought and the drought.
He had tried everything to purify the tap water, including but not limited to boiling it, putting it through a filter, and using purifying tablets, but nothing seemed to work. It still came out chunky and slightly off-green, and attempting to drink it resulted in throwing up or worse.
timn
Purifying water by filters and distillation. Or purifying a person from their sins with drinking or bathing in holy water; cleansing one’s soul. Or praying for forgiveness, undoing all your wrongs. Maybe purifying the Earth of harmful toxins.
Jeeya Hussain
I’m nervous. The clock is ticking and I can feel my hands start to turn cold, in anticipation of when I can finally leave this place and start living my life. The weekend, that moment of liberty when you can step outside the corporate lifestyle and feel yourself purify in the fresh air of the outdoors.
Jessica
The hate in their eyes is real, and that’s what matters. Not politics.
They’re out for blood, and it doesn’t really matter who is running for what office — only that this mob is given an outlet for the generational hate they harbor. They’ve nurtured it in their goings and comings, in their religious transactions, in the pinched, stiff way they interact with “those people” in their daily lives. And now someone is offering them validation, proof that they’re not wrong to be scared, angry, and defensive.
There’s a place you can go to in France. Lourdes, I think it’s called. It’s a place where they say the Virgin Mary appeared once to a group of young girls, who went back to their village where their faith was met with fury, then reverence, then belief, then holy cow, people will want to come from all over the world to see this. It was said that the holy waters there could cure you of things; that you took the water or drank the water and it healed you and made you whole. You hear a lot of people laugh at things like this; these are the modern-day scientists and know-it-alls who blame God for everything and thank God for nothing, until the day the world turns black for them and the impossible, unthinkable happens to them. Like what happened at our house. A thing growing on someone’s brain that they said would never go away and never be fixed. And there it was: Maybe we could go to that place where the water that could purify you and cure you was and it would all be better. Fear makes you believe in things, both good and bad. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just there. Like three little girls playing somewhere who one day see the mother of God. I believe they did. I have no choice any more.
rubyluby
And so they purified him with a toxic gin until he stumbled to the floor, gasping for air. They began to laugh at the man reduced to his knees who clutched the ground like crawling toddler. The men mocked his groans and wails and spun around as if struck by a thought so powerful that it could shape their very being. I watched from the corner, silent and scared out of my mind. Hoping I wouldn’t be next.
Laura Carty
“Be cleansed!” he shouted, his voice filled with righteous fury. On the demons came innumerable but they could not touch him. For he was an agent of divine retribution. None could stand before him.
She wears the night better
than anyone I know;
her feet plant the seeds
of spring.
Splurge insides to the ocean
and scream out a whale song
that will not be returned,
because the dead are miles away,
somewhere in the moon.
Rinse and repeat. Purify.
“You have to get clean, Sonny. Take this sponge and lye and stand under the spout, there… That’s it. Scrub real good, now, Sonny. I don’t wanna see a single smudge on you when you’re done.” Seated on the overturned bucket just outside the stall, Mother’s gaze wandered blankly to the ancient rafters that groaned under the weight of the dilapidated barn roof, and she sighed. “You have to get clean.”
Purify. What a moralistic term. Who needs to purify? We can never go back, but forward. Purification is fantasy of return.
The water was dirty. So dirty. But it was not a killer so we drank it. The animals beside us drank it. It cleaned us, this dirty water. Because there is no purity, just dillution.
I wanted to burn out every memory of you, to take out the parts of me that wants all the parts of you especially the impure ones the dark things crawling behind your eyelids looking out and waiting for the right moment.
Scrub HARDER! The words echoed through the house as they looked at the giant stain spreading across the tiles in the kitchen.
To fix the world
The life
The sin
The sore
The old
The new
Let the waters flow
like woman man child tea teacher a an two one four the this some hotel garagem speak team iron
They come in mass, unworthy:
the poor and their ailments, the sinners,
the meek, those who wish
to be like the one they worship.
But it is water that births them
from their plight, a baptism
of acceptance: sisters and brothers
under the same, single sun.
To purify the lands, he needed first to purify his soul. Only the one with the lightest soul could vanquish these demons – and the demons would be made from his own deepest and darkest desires.
Great poetry
Her skin is pink and aching from the scrubbing and she’s long since run out of hot water, but she turns on the shower again.
Just one more and she knows she’ll finally feel clean.
Purificar un alma es de las cosas mas sencillas pero que pocos seres humanos pueden realizar, un acto amable y simple como ofrecer el asiento a alguien que lo necesita mas, o ayudar a tu vecino con sus compras puede purificar tu ser, puede hacerte sentir mejor
The water ran clear for the first time in months. It was almost like a miracle. It hadn’t been drinkable in so long she almost forgot what it tasted like.
The priest attempted to purify Janet, but no matter how hard he tried, the demon persisted. He dunked her in two buckets of holy water to no avail. He had no choice but to call the eradicator.
She decided to purify her body by only eating fruits and vegetables and drinking only water and green tea for one week.
The fire was meant to purify the village, but all it did was ensure the damnation of those choosing to pass judgement.
purify:
The black taint on her skin began to spread outwards. She brought her gaze up to meet his, horror in her eyes. I’m done for, she didn’t need to say out loud.
He brought up a green vial. “This will purify the infection.”
A pause.
“But isn’t that…”
“Belladonna. Yes. Fight poison with poison.”
I purify my tap water before drinking it. It is important to purify the water you drink because it may contain led and bacteria.
She struggled to hone the purity of her intentions. You want to talk to him for /this/ reason. No more than that. Kill the hormonal response loop. But then he’d make her laugh, and say something clever, and “kill” would turn to “dampen”, and, well, since we’re playing fast and loose with purity of meaning it’s easy to see where that leads.
In order to purify blood in the popular TV series Supernatural you have to visit confessional. This is typically (and only used once) used to humanize a demon. It was preformed, unsuccessfully on Crowley the kind of Hell. However it did fuel his addiction for human blood, and briefly made him experience human emotions.
Slowly, Rashad dipped her hands in the pool of shimmering water. The scent of incense drenched her nostrils and its heady, intoxicating fragrance made her a little dizzy. She cupped her hands together and brought a cupful of water above the glassy surface, her eyes following the trails of liquid trickling down her arms and out between her fingers.
Betsy wouldn’t drink any water from the glasses I provided her unless I could prove, and I quote, that it had been “purified.” I told her that I had a filter in the pitcher I poured the stuff from, but she claimed they didn’t work. Finally fed up, I proceeded to offer her a sip of red wine instead. That seemed to finally settle her, as she quietly enjoyed her Merlot with a smile.
He went to get water from the well, but the muddy, dark, dank stuff which came up in the bucket wasn’t fit to drink. He’d have to purify it which took time and he was thirsty now. But he weighed the prospect of stomach problems with his immediate need, and trudge back towards the house, and poured the contents into the water purifier. As it peculated through the sand, he wondered how the water had gotten so foul, and realized that since he had arrived home for this visit, that people had talked about little else but the drought and the drought.
He had tried everything to purify the tap water, including but not limited to boiling it, putting it through a filter, and using purifying tablets, but nothing seemed to work. It still came out chunky and slightly off-green, and attempting to drink it resulted in throwing up or worse.
Purifying water by filters and distillation. Or purifying a person from their sins with drinking or bathing in holy water; cleansing one’s soul. Or praying for forgiveness, undoing all your wrongs. Maybe purifying the Earth of harmful toxins.
I’m nervous. The clock is ticking and I can feel my hands start to turn cold, in anticipation of when I can finally leave this place and start living my life. The weekend, that moment of liberty when you can step outside the corporate lifestyle and feel yourself purify in the fresh air of the outdoors.
The hate in their eyes is real, and that’s what matters. Not politics.
They’re out for blood, and it doesn’t really matter who is running for what office — only that this mob is given an outlet for the generational hate they harbor. They’ve nurtured it in their goings and comings, in their religious transactions, in the pinched, stiff way they interact with “those people” in their daily lives. And now someone is offering them validation, proof that they’re not wrong to be scared, angry, and defensive.
There’s a place you can go to in France. Lourdes, I think it’s called. It’s a place where they say the Virgin Mary appeared once to a group of young girls, who went back to their village where their faith was met with fury, then reverence, then belief, then holy cow, people will want to come from all over the world to see this. It was said that the holy waters there could cure you of things; that you took the water or drank the water and it healed you and made you whole. You hear a lot of people laugh at things like this; these are the modern-day scientists and know-it-alls who blame God for everything and thank God for nothing, until the day the world turns black for them and the impossible, unthinkable happens to them. Like what happened at our house. A thing growing on someone’s brain that they said would never go away and never be fixed. And there it was: Maybe we could go to that place where the water that could purify you and cure you was and it would all be better. Fear makes you believe in things, both good and bad. It’s not a bad thing. It’s just there. Like three little girls playing somewhere who one day see the mother of God. I believe they did. I have no choice any more.
And so they purified him with a toxic gin until he stumbled to the floor, gasping for air. They began to laugh at the man reduced to his knees who clutched the ground like crawling toddler. The men mocked his groans and wails and spun around as if struck by a thought so powerful that it could shape their very being. I watched from the corner, silent and scared out of my mind. Hoping I wouldn’t be next.
“Be cleansed!” he shouted, his voice filled with righteous fury. On the demons came innumerable but they could not touch him. For he was an agent of divine retribution. None could stand before him.
They purified the water because it was yellow.
I would like to purify my past. But thats not possible. So ill let the future purify by itself.