I rolled down the street in my new mustang. I loved it. It was shining silver and had purple streaks. Too bad it was stolen by a guy with a silver hat. He had a purple tatoo on his arm. They were perfect for each other. I guess things are better this way. Don’t you think?
Todd
The roll was for her a bad experience. For when she tripped, she had a big roll down the hill.
Mary Lou Wynegar
roll down that hill with me. roll till our knees are stained. earth stain. love stain. all over my sheets. this is the next day. this is everyday. everyday i want to roll over and see your shining face. the sun through the window, the sleep in you eyes. this is everyday. this is tomorrow.
Michelle
the perfect word for me. to think that i literally stumbled upon this. my brain is feeling hazy.
what is it to roll?
to you,
…down a hill
…. … in the snow?
to me, it’s the most amazing sensation.
rolling rolling rolling…. haven’t slept in weeks.
popularity, hype,…
these don’t mean rolling is a BAD thing.
the times we’ve come from shape our influence about what is good and bad. ecstasy is a drug. roll with it.
mackenzie
I want to roll your head to the bottom of the hill of heaven. I want to roll your severed and disgusting head until it’s no longer recognizable as a head. I want to roll every single bit of your body until you are nothing, and I am something, and we, are this.
Rae Post
roll of the dice that rolls all the night. i roll cause i can, and that makes me feel like the feeling of rolling is nothing more than a constant motion of fluid particles that actually generate the actions and circumstances needed to make life happen.
Dennis Feitosa
Funny how life throws curve balls at you when you least expect it. The hardest part is learning how to roll with it, find center and move on. If only to protect your sanity.
Teri
That’s how I roll. On wheels. In a car, usually. Maybe a bike. I’d like to roll on a motorcycle. Or a Segue. Or even a moped. Why not? Rolling is a cool thing to do. It’s quicker than walking.
Fallon Ray
Steve had been watching the woman’s cats for a week now. Far from his first idea to just roll with it, he had taken to laying plastic table covers on the furniture. When the cats had their fill and there were bits of white plastic everywhere, he would simply vacuum the evidence up the next time he visited.
No one
I rolled down the hill. The grass was soft- not the kind that scratches you up and makes you itch everywhere. The sun was beating down a little bit too hard and I just laughed at it. I laughed in its face for the attempt it made to make me go away. It was so so warm, and I ate it all up. Every last bit of sunlight.
Kristina
The car began to roll backward the moment the engine stalled. Quickly slamming on the brake to keep from crashing into the car behind him, he then tried to turn the key in the ignition – praying the engine would turn over.
Mark Yuhas
roll an dice said mr sandman!
alejandy
The man rolled down the hill with unfortunate speed, for he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, the world a kaleidoscope of color and motion. Hopefully the ride would stop soon, however, for he had already retched on his shoes and colored the shirts of a few passers-by.
emilee
rollercoaster is the best thing i
alejandy
rock definitely, just rock, cant stop just move to to the beat of the tap tap tapping. just move to the beat of the tap tap tapping. i cant hear you, what are you saying speak up speak up please just please speak up. go downstairs and i’ll meet you there go down go down.
seila
i’d like to roll
on a grassy meadow,
the damp grass
still covered in morning dew,
as the sun’s warmth
beats down on my face.
Brittany
rolls like rolling hills, in the summer. all covered in grass and flowers. calm, serene. peaceful. that place you want to go to to get away from everything. that was a weird looking sentence. sometimes life just gets so hard and you just gotta roll away
brittany
Rolling down the riverside I fight my way through the brush and flowers.
Listening to the sweet birds sing, I think about them for many hours.
Blistering sun hangs in the air as I watch the captain wave from the ship
Take
kelsey Storage
my eyes towards the heaven and pray that she doesn’t know what I’m thinking, cuz truthfully I’m not sure what it all means, either.
She’s beautiful. There’s no denying it.
Her square nails and freckled calves make my heart ache in a new old way that defies description.
Roll up my sleeves and do the work. Own it. Say it. Tell her.
Rapunzel
“Roll with it baby, come on and just roll with it baby” so says Steve someone – can’t remember the singer or his name – bad start!
Annemarie
One of my best memories of time spent with my family is Sunday dinner. My mom would make the most amazing rolls. As soon as I entered her house I could smell their delicious goodness. Now that I’m older, the smell and sight of good Texas dinner rolls take me back to a time when things were simpler and I actually enjoyed being with my family. Funny how the simplest things can bring you both pleasure and remind you of what was.
Lizette
there once was this child who had a ball and he started to roll around with and then he was a freak so he started to go old and wither away. He then grew a tree out of his eye ball and he couldn’t move so he just lay there and watched it grow up and he watched birds live in it and grow old and then all of them died. He continued to live this way for many many years until he died. He then woke up from his dream and found out that it actually was not a dream but he was in a coma and was being attacked by killer guinea pigs and then he actually did die. Little did her know that a baby chinchilla would save his life later.
Megan :]
rolling into a cluster of confusion
rolling
rolling
rolling
it seems as soon as life pieces together
you roll back to the beginning
back to wondering where you are going
rolling
rolling
rolling
Courtney
The tears rolled down her cheeks as the bitter arctic wind stung her eyes. How long had she been waiting? She couldn’t remember. But she would continue to wait for as long as it takes for his form to appear in front of her. Disappointment plagued her perseverance with every face that wasn’t his, but she would continue to wait…
Nobody
“you’re on a roll,” he said, with emphasis on the end of the sentence–his voice rising and falling with the stroke of my palm against his erection. His eyes peered upward, as if trying to search in his brain for the last time this felt so good.
s. rizzo
omging. im rolling down a hill and i feel and bumped into a log that went rolling down and it ran over two billion people. OMFG
Emily
It was cold, and it was dark, but as the waves rolled into the bay, the girl looked out into the ocean. The ship was nowhere to be seen. There were no black sails on the horizon. As the seconds passed, the girl wept. She wept for what was, and what would never be.
Aly Browning
rolling myself down a hill to meet my heart.
i left you today, and left a letter on the table where i know the oils of the butter would not stretch to reach it
perhaps next autumn if you are in mideastern wisconsin we shall break bread together at thanksgiving
i left your broom leaning in the closet.
carolyn
round like a circle or it could go with dinner. it could be like a wheel. or a watch could roll. roll tide. although i don’t know what that means. roll around in dirt. you can roll anything round
Rebecca
rock and roll i like to roll roll a sevan roll elevan getting paid rol your ass up how roll can u go roll with or get rolled over.
jim
She had always loved bread products. It was funny, how heavily she would sniff, walking through the bakery section of the grocery store. They never tasted quite as good as they smelled, though. The scent was crisper, sweeter… the taste was often dry and bland. But she kept inhaling, lifting the scratched plastic lids to take another whiff, all the while hoping the employees would take no notice.
Emeline
The car is rolling. Rolling down the hill. I stopped screaming about thirty seconds ago. All I can do now is sit in silent terror. I’ve hit my head against the window at least four times now. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have some serious brain damage. Thunk. Bang. Crash. That makes rock number 9. Please, God, make it stop!
Jocelyn
“Let’s roll”.
It just kind of starts things, a nice pace. When you’re rolling, you just keep going. No need to second guess yourself or stop and think. You just keep rolling.
K
rolling down. fast. furious. to fast! come on slow down cant keep up down down the hill down the hill you go ! merrily merrily skipping and a sighing and a’ roll
sisi
“We’re on a roll,” she says, crossing her arms in front of you. You won’t pretend that you don’t hear the sarcasm in her voice.
You ask her what she wants you to do. “I want,” she says, “for you to listen.”
You tell her that you’re listening, you wave your arms, you ask what else she wants. She doesn’t say a word.
Platypus
rolling. rolling away, a tight compact ball. its you. rolling away from me. elusive creature. i can never catch you. why do you insist on going these crazy hard to follow directions? i cannot follow you forever. you just like the game dont you? im tired of running.
cameron
we’re all rolling in a way like raindrops down a car windshield. sometimes we make jokes about death, and when the light shines through us we glitter with intense natural beauty.
jericho
you grass smile dizzy flexible toast ball red bouncy stars Coraline happy bowling tumble school fat sex buns cinamon silly
Kate J
over and over in the sheets an roll to the fridge to get the whip cream an roll back over to me an then roll on me till i cant stop rolling anymore, the roll is sooo good i cant stop i wont jus roll
tobluved
I saw the body roll down the hill, unidentifiable. It was white and bulbous. I thought of hat it could be and how I would never know. On this world it could have been a wild cat or a past lover.
I rolled down the street in my new mustang. I loved it. It was shining silver and had purple streaks. Too bad it was stolen by a guy with a silver hat. He had a purple tatoo on his arm. They were perfect for each other. I guess things are better this way. Don’t you think?
The roll was for her a bad experience. For when she tripped, she had a big roll down the hill.
roll down that hill with me. roll till our knees are stained. earth stain. love stain. all over my sheets. this is the next day. this is everyday. everyday i want to roll over and see your shining face. the sun through the window, the sleep in you eyes. this is everyday. this is tomorrow.
the perfect word for me. to think that i literally stumbled upon this. my brain is feeling hazy.
what is it to roll?
to you,
…down a hill
…. … in the snow?
to me, it’s the most amazing sensation.
rolling rolling rolling…. haven’t slept in weeks.
popularity, hype,…
these don’t mean rolling is a BAD thing.
the times we’ve come from shape our influence about what is good and bad. ecstasy is a drug. roll with it.
I want to roll your head to the bottom of the hill of heaven. I want to roll your severed and disgusting head until it’s no longer recognizable as a head. I want to roll every single bit of your body until you are nothing, and I am something, and we, are this.
roll of the dice that rolls all the night. i roll cause i can, and that makes me feel like the feeling of rolling is nothing more than a constant motion of fluid particles that actually generate the actions and circumstances needed to make life happen.
Funny how life throws curve balls at you when you least expect it. The hardest part is learning how to roll with it, find center and move on. If only to protect your sanity.
That’s how I roll. On wheels. In a car, usually. Maybe a bike. I’d like to roll on a motorcycle. Or a Segue. Or even a moped. Why not? Rolling is a cool thing to do. It’s quicker than walking.
Steve had been watching the woman’s cats for a week now. Far from his first idea to just roll with it, he had taken to laying plastic table covers on the furniture. When the cats had their fill and there were bits of white plastic everywhere, he would simply vacuum the evidence up the next time he visited.
I rolled down the hill. The grass was soft- not the kind that scratches you up and makes you itch everywhere. The sun was beating down a little bit too hard and I just laughed at it. I laughed in its face for the attempt it made to make me go away. It was so so warm, and I ate it all up. Every last bit of sunlight.
The car began to roll backward the moment the engine stalled. Quickly slamming on the brake to keep from crashing into the car behind him, he then tried to turn the key in the ignition – praying the engine would turn over.
roll an dice said mr sandman!
The man rolled down the hill with unfortunate speed, for he wouldn’t be able to stop himself, the world a kaleidoscope of color and motion. Hopefully the ride would stop soon, however, for he had already retched on his shoes and colored the shirts of a few passers-by.
rollercoaster is the best thing i
rock definitely, just rock, cant stop just move to to the beat of the tap tap tapping. just move to the beat of the tap tap tapping. i cant hear you, what are you saying speak up speak up please just please speak up. go downstairs and i’ll meet you there go down go down.
i’d like to roll
on a grassy meadow,
the damp grass
still covered in morning dew,
as the sun’s warmth
beats down on my face.
rolls like rolling hills, in the summer. all covered in grass and flowers. calm, serene. peaceful. that place you want to go to to get away from everything. that was a weird looking sentence. sometimes life just gets so hard and you just gotta roll away
Rolling down the riverside I fight my way through the brush and flowers.
Listening to the sweet birds sing, I think about them for many hours.
Blistering sun hangs in the air as I watch the captain wave from the ship
Take
my eyes towards the heaven and pray that she doesn’t know what I’m thinking, cuz truthfully I’m not sure what it all means, either.
She’s beautiful. There’s no denying it.
Her square nails and freckled calves make my heart ache in a new old way that defies description.
Roll up my sleeves and do the work. Own it. Say it. Tell her.
“Roll with it baby, come on and just roll with it baby” so says Steve someone – can’t remember the singer or his name – bad start!
One of my best memories of time spent with my family is Sunday dinner. My mom would make the most amazing rolls. As soon as I entered her house I could smell their delicious goodness. Now that I’m older, the smell and sight of good Texas dinner rolls take me back to a time when things were simpler and I actually enjoyed being with my family. Funny how the simplest things can bring you both pleasure and remind you of what was.
there once was this child who had a ball and he started to roll around with and then he was a freak so he started to go old and wither away. He then grew a tree out of his eye ball and he couldn’t move so he just lay there and watched it grow up and he watched birds live in it and grow old and then all of them died. He continued to live this way for many many years until he died. He then woke up from his dream and found out that it actually was not a dream but he was in a coma and was being attacked by killer guinea pigs and then he actually did die. Little did her know that a baby chinchilla would save his life later.
rolling into a cluster of confusion
rolling
rolling
rolling
it seems as soon as life pieces together
you roll back to the beginning
back to wondering where you are going
rolling
rolling
rolling
The tears rolled down her cheeks as the bitter arctic wind stung her eyes. How long had she been waiting? She couldn’t remember. But she would continue to wait for as long as it takes for his form to appear in front of her. Disappointment plagued her perseverance with every face that wasn’t his, but she would continue to wait…
“you’re on a roll,” he said, with emphasis on the end of the sentence–his voice rising and falling with the stroke of my palm against his erection. His eyes peered upward, as if trying to search in his brain for the last time this felt so good.
omging. im rolling down a hill and i feel and bumped into a log that went rolling down and it ran over two billion people. OMFG
It was cold, and it was dark, but as the waves rolled into the bay, the girl looked out into the ocean. The ship was nowhere to be seen. There were no black sails on the horizon. As the seconds passed, the girl wept. She wept for what was, and what would never be.
rolling myself down a hill to meet my heart.
i left you today, and left a letter on the table where i know the oils of the butter would not stretch to reach it
perhaps next autumn if you are in mideastern wisconsin we shall break bread together at thanksgiving
i left your broom leaning in the closet.
round like a circle or it could go with dinner. it could be like a wheel. or a watch could roll. roll tide. although i don’t know what that means. roll around in dirt. you can roll anything round
rock and roll i like to roll roll a sevan roll elevan getting paid rol your ass up how roll can u go roll with or get rolled over.
She had always loved bread products. It was funny, how heavily she would sniff, walking through the bakery section of the grocery store. They never tasted quite as good as they smelled, though. The scent was crisper, sweeter… the taste was often dry and bland. But she kept inhaling, lifting the scratched plastic lids to take another whiff, all the while hoping the employees would take no notice.
The car is rolling. Rolling down the hill. I stopped screaming about thirty seconds ago. All I can do now is sit in silent terror. I’ve hit my head against the window at least four times now. I’ll be lucky if I don’t have some serious brain damage. Thunk. Bang. Crash. That makes rock number 9. Please, God, make it stop!
“Let’s roll”.
It just kind of starts things, a nice pace. When you’re rolling, you just keep going. No need to second guess yourself or stop and think. You just keep rolling.
rolling down. fast. furious. to fast! come on slow down cant keep up down down the hill down the hill you go ! merrily merrily skipping and a sighing and a’ roll
“We’re on a roll,” she says, crossing her arms in front of you. You won’t pretend that you don’t hear the sarcasm in her voice.
You ask her what she wants you to do. “I want,” she says, “for you to listen.”
You tell her that you’re listening, you wave your arms, you ask what else she wants. She doesn’t say a word.
rolling. rolling away, a tight compact ball. its you. rolling away from me. elusive creature. i can never catch you. why do you insist on going these crazy hard to follow directions? i cannot follow you forever. you just like the game dont you? im tired of running.
we’re all rolling in a way like raindrops down a car windshield. sometimes we make jokes about death, and when the light shines through us we glitter with intense natural beauty.
you grass smile dizzy flexible toast ball red bouncy stars Coraline happy bowling tumble school fat sex buns cinamon silly
over and over in the sheets an roll to the fridge to get the whip cream an roll back over to me an then roll on me till i cant stop rolling anymore, the roll is sooo good i cant stop i wont jus roll
I saw the body roll down the hill, unidentifiable. It was white and bulbous. I thought of hat it could be and how I would never know. On this world it could have been a wild cat or a past lover.