there is no word. maybe its here but i just can’t see it. or maybe its in white. or maybe i just am looking in all the wrong places. i tend to do that.
Casey
The tree in the park at kenmore. I got a lot done there. I thought about a lot there. I once got peed on by a squirrel there. The roots protruding from the ground aiding me in slumber as fahrenheit 451 slumped into my lap. Clarisse. and Heidi. are the same.
Ryan Flynn
root, I don’t even know what that means. see, I don’t speak english that well, so I have no idea what a “root” is. I don’t even have an intelligent guess.
paula
i have a tree that has a nice root, i dug it up and used this root in my tea. it was sweet and tasty i decided to grow many more of these trees just to get this root. i became highly addicted to it and died from a root overdose sadface.
shaina
the root of the problem has always been that damn dog. Sure, you could blame it all on the robberies, or the way the weather went that summer, but in the end it all comes down to Trevor, that god damn scruffy mutt, Trevor. If it weren’t for him, everything would’ve gone differently. But of course, it’s no use thinking that way.
ananda
roobis chai tea, organic, trees and nature and then surviving, on roots, hobbits, sam and frodo, sausages, why doesn’t frodo’s foot hurt after str\eppin gon the fire? aragorn, elves, swords, fencing, want to learn sword play haley sucks.
gabbie
root…..as it say..its d basic thing…..root is d primary part of the tree…its forms d base of a tree…..there r two tresw hich hv only d root part n nt the shhoot
anupam agarwal
Root, dig or … there’s some saying and I can’t remember what it is, but I think it ends in something rude.
Root of all evil. Supposedly money, but I think jealousy is involved, too. Some of the worst feelings I’ve ever had revolved around jealousy.
Root beer! I went to an LDS church function one time and have this lovely memory of home made root beer. They mixed it in a huge batch and put it into a clean garbage can. Then they dropped dry ice into it. It looked like a witches cauldron as the dry ice chilled and simultaneously carbonated the mixture! It was delicious on a very hot summer day. I would have liked to have climbed right in!
Barbara Carlson
the root cause about my life disorder is mainly because of my mistake. i do not plan enough of my time until it is too late. i barely had time for myself now. then, i miss
bidadarileo
A tree; what you need to keep you planted on the earth. Stability, relationships, growth, reaching ever-outward. The base of an issue; what needs to be examined; what everything comes from.
Brennan
Trees and flowers go throughout our world. They take root, like ideas around people who are open enough to accept them and are encouraged by kind words, like rain.
Jess
the root is at the base of a plant. it goes down into the ground and pulls nutrients from the soil so the plant can survive. sometimes roots are visible above the ground, especially in trees. if the soil washes away the root system becomes visible and you can sit in it or things can be hidden in it. sometimes animals make their homes in between the roots or burrow under them. plants and grasses have thinner roots and they are more like string or thread. hair has roots too!
rachel
The root in my yard goes from the front all the way to the back down to the woods by the creek.
Mary Lou Wynegar
I do sometimes wonder what the root of the problem is. It reminds me of a song I once heard. “How did we get here? I used to know you so well.”
Isn’t that so true, though?
I used to feel like I was on top of the world, and the smartest kid I’ve ever known seemed so close, and in my reach, and my grades were perfect, and me – well, I never loved myself, even in the beginning.
the inner workings
The root of problem was now becoming clear. As they all recounted their tales of tragedy and confusion, it suddenly dawned on them that there was a common theme: the girl. It was evident that something would have to be done. They would have to ostracise her.
T-Bug
Ginger root is a root that is used for so many things. Sometimes to “season” food but others use it as a cure for many ailments from nausea to headache. The taste is quite strong and can be considered hot.
Melinda
rootice was her name, odd because it went back to no roots in
her family but was rooted in her own root identity, that she
saw herself not as a stem or flower but as a root reaching deeply into the earth. Not Ruth but rootice.
Saroyan
the root of everything
where did we come form? no one knows. no one can be sure about anything. Who knows?
i do. that’s for sure. the rocks are alive with everything. I’m alive with everything. the live like we do. like falling from the sky. WEEEEEEE! help me live.
yeah, that’s right, i can’t do it anymore.
please. help.
root.
Ellie
We went down to what my dad used to call the root cellar to investigate the strange noises, brooms and mops at the ready, lights held high. We expected to see mice or rats; maybe a possum or a coon. That would have been nice. Though it would have scared us, it wouldn’t have been as bad as seeing the wild child that looked more wild than child.
Doug McIntire
You can’t understand where I’m coming from on this one. The problem is, I’m not so sure I understand either.
There’s just a feeling. And everybody always says to listen to your heart and go with your gut, right? So maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe not.
But there’s something missing here. Not here, I guess. No, not here, not this room. But in my life. A passion’s missing.
So, you see, ever since that root canal you had last Thursday, the one where you went to some wacked out dentist and got an infection and paid so much money to fix it? Yeah. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to go to law school.
Emma
ground
therese
An entire tree. I could hardly imagine the yard without it, a gaping whole would sit in the space once filled by a massive oak. Who are we to rip it out?
Who are you to rip it out?
It’s not your tree. Really, it’s not my tree–even though I’ve always felt so. So if you’re cutting it down to prove a point, or make space, or build…don’t.
Not for me. Not for yourself. Not for the tree, even. But for the planet. For the world.
It might sound cliche, but I love that tree. Sure, I love a lot of things: my dog, my parents, red tootsie roll pops, snow days. But also a tree. A beautiful, sturdy tree. It’s not just a plant to me anymore. It’s a symbol, and my rock, and a piece of something larger and more important than just us.
Plus, we can all learn a lesson from trees. And no, not just the “giving” kind, though that one was quite wise. Trees are the perfect and quintesential oxymoron–yet, at the same time, a beautiful example of enlightened life. They grow up with all of the strength and purpose in the world, but never sever their roots–their ties to their origins, their connection to home. So before you uproot that lesson, listen. Look. Learn. That tree has a lot to teach you.
Emma
He is steadfast and he is firm. He is like a weed, with its root so stiffly planted in the soil that nothing but a harsh wind can shake it.
She is his wind. She is the wind that shakes him, the storm that waters him, the rain that nourrishes him.
He is a weed, living beneath the dark ground. His roots are so intertwined with the earth that nothing can break him.
She is his earthquake. She is the thudding of the ground against itself and the dismantling of the earth’s core. She is the tumbling dirt and grass that uproots him.
If he is the rooted weed, she is the raging storm and the fertilizing soil.
Julia
I want to take root in somewhere. Instead, I take root in people. People. Sometimes, it seems random – just suddenly I’m bound. Other times, there’s such a pattern it frightens me.
Then the root dissolve.
What I said about ‘somewhere’? It’s a lie.
I want to take root in myself.
milliski
trees growing tall dug deep in the ground soil water photosynthesis network of connections foundation brain connections source of life
ellen
when i see the word root, in think of a tree. And were lige begins. or ginger root which is a great flovor in asin cusine.
Ashley
As I sat there bleeding, holding my leg like it was a dying child, I began to cry. It didn’t hurt that bad, I suppose. A superficial wound at best. But that’s not what the real problem was.
Trish
The root of the tree stopped him in his tracks. then it was to late. he turned around and was hit over the head with an club of heavy wood.
Danaka
one word is never can be enough to express your feelings to someone you don’t need paragraphs and bullshits
ghina
The tree in the backyard has bright red buds. It grows taller every year, while I just grow older.
In autumn, it sets my heart on fire.
r.a.
growing up into a pretty flower.
jessica
As I approached the bottom of the chest, I realized I was doing it all wrong. All along I had been digging, when in reality, I should’ve been rooting.
Christian Dischler
root of every thing must be known for knowing some things effectiveness .. thats why its important . root is source of everything
samik basu
He up rooted the plant with such violent force that it sent dirt flying into her hair. She gasped and glared and tried her best to remove the offending particles. ‘How could you say that?’ He growled ‘How could you think I would ever do anything to hurt you? Loving you is like breathing. If I stop- I’d perish…’
Kristen
the roots of the tree were knarled and rugged and between the two lrgest was a gap no larger than a man could fit through. This was were it was hidden
Sam Collis
roots are parts of plants. the word root can also have a meaning literally for the source of something. Roots are the cause of everything
Abhiram
The bottom of a tree!
The basic source of something that you need to define
The root of all causes!
the root of your teeth which if spoilt you then need to have a root canal
Vishan
burrowing through the cold, dark earth and beneath that, into the rocks and the crust and beneath that into the mantle until they spontaneously combust from the heat.
betty wolfanger
the root of all evil is love and love is the evil of life that torments us. evil from the devil was the root of all evil on the earth but love is the evil we do to our hearts.
there is no word. maybe its here but i just can’t see it. or maybe its in white. or maybe i just am looking in all the wrong places. i tend to do that.
The tree in the park at kenmore. I got a lot done there. I thought about a lot there. I once got peed on by a squirrel there. The roots protruding from the ground aiding me in slumber as fahrenheit 451 slumped into my lap. Clarisse. and Heidi. are the same.
root, I don’t even know what that means. see, I don’t speak english that well, so I have no idea what a “root” is. I don’t even have an intelligent guess.
i have a tree that has a nice root, i dug it up and used this root in my tea. it was sweet and tasty i decided to grow many more of these trees just to get this root. i became highly addicted to it and died from a root overdose sadface.
the root of the problem has always been that damn dog. Sure, you could blame it all on the robberies, or the way the weather went that summer, but in the end it all comes down to Trevor, that god damn scruffy mutt, Trevor. If it weren’t for him, everything would’ve gone differently. But of course, it’s no use thinking that way.
roobis chai tea, organic, trees and nature and then surviving, on roots, hobbits, sam and frodo, sausages, why doesn’t frodo’s foot hurt after str\eppin gon the fire? aragorn, elves, swords, fencing, want to learn sword play haley sucks.
root…..as it say..its d basic thing…..root is d primary part of the tree…its forms d base of a tree…..there r two tresw hich hv only d root part n nt the shhoot
Root, dig or … there’s some saying and I can’t remember what it is, but I think it ends in something rude.
Root of all evil. Supposedly money, but I think jealousy is involved, too. Some of the worst feelings I’ve ever had revolved around jealousy.
Root beer! I went to an LDS church function one time and have this lovely memory of home made root beer. They mixed it in a huge batch and put it into a clean garbage can. Then they dropped dry ice into it. It looked like a witches cauldron as the dry ice chilled and simultaneously carbonated the mixture! It was delicious on a very hot summer day. I would have liked to have climbed right in!
the root cause about my life disorder is mainly because of my mistake. i do not plan enough of my time until it is too late. i barely had time for myself now. then, i miss
A tree; what you need to keep you planted on the earth. Stability, relationships, growth, reaching ever-outward. The base of an issue; what needs to be examined; what everything comes from.
Trees and flowers go throughout our world. They take root, like ideas around people who are open enough to accept them and are encouraged by kind words, like rain.
the root is at the base of a plant. it goes down into the ground and pulls nutrients from the soil so the plant can survive. sometimes roots are visible above the ground, especially in trees. if the soil washes away the root system becomes visible and you can sit in it or things can be hidden in it. sometimes animals make their homes in between the roots or burrow under them. plants and grasses have thinner roots and they are more like string or thread. hair has roots too!
The root in my yard goes from the front all the way to the back down to the woods by the creek.
I do sometimes wonder what the root of the problem is. It reminds me of a song I once heard. “How did we get here? I used to know you so well.”
Isn’t that so true, though?
I used to feel like I was on top of the world, and the smartest kid I’ve ever known seemed so close, and in my reach, and my grades were perfect, and me – well, I never loved myself, even in the beginning.
The root of problem was now becoming clear. As they all recounted their tales of tragedy and confusion, it suddenly dawned on them that there was a common theme: the girl. It was evident that something would have to be done. They would have to ostracise her.
Ginger root is a root that is used for so many things. Sometimes to “season” food but others use it as a cure for many ailments from nausea to headache. The taste is quite strong and can be considered hot.
rootice was her name, odd because it went back to no roots in
her family but was rooted in her own root identity, that she
saw herself not as a stem or flower but as a root reaching deeply into the earth. Not Ruth but rootice.
the root of everything
where did we come form? no one knows. no one can be sure about anything. Who knows?
i do. that’s for sure. the rocks are alive with everything. I’m alive with everything. the live like we do. like falling from the sky. WEEEEEEE! help me live.
yeah, that’s right, i can’t do it anymore.
please. help.
root.
We went down to what my dad used to call the root cellar to investigate the strange noises, brooms and mops at the ready, lights held high. We expected to see mice or rats; maybe a possum or a coon. That would have been nice. Though it would have scared us, it wouldn’t have been as bad as seeing the wild child that looked more wild than child.
You can’t understand where I’m coming from on this one. The problem is, I’m not so sure I understand either.
There’s just a feeling. And everybody always says to listen to your heart and go with your gut, right? So maybe that’s what I’m doing. Maybe not.
But there’s something missing here. Not here, I guess. No, not here, not this room. But in my life. A passion’s missing.
So, you see, ever since that root canal you had last Thursday, the one where you went to some wacked out dentist and got an infection and paid so much money to fix it? Yeah. Ever since then, I’ve wanted to go to law school.
ground
An entire tree. I could hardly imagine the yard without it, a gaping whole would sit in the space once filled by a massive oak. Who are we to rip it out?
Who are you to rip it out?
It’s not your tree. Really, it’s not my tree–even though I’ve always felt so. So if you’re cutting it down to prove a point, or make space, or build…don’t.
Not for me. Not for yourself. Not for the tree, even. But for the planet. For the world.
It might sound cliche, but I love that tree. Sure, I love a lot of things: my dog, my parents, red tootsie roll pops, snow days. But also a tree. A beautiful, sturdy tree. It’s not just a plant to me anymore. It’s a symbol, and my rock, and a piece of something larger and more important than just us.
Plus, we can all learn a lesson from trees. And no, not just the “giving” kind, though that one was quite wise. Trees are the perfect and quintesential oxymoron–yet, at the same time, a beautiful example of enlightened life. They grow up with all of the strength and purpose in the world, but never sever their roots–their ties to their origins, their connection to home. So before you uproot that lesson, listen. Look. Learn. That tree has a lot to teach you.
He is steadfast and he is firm. He is like a weed, with its root so stiffly planted in the soil that nothing but a harsh wind can shake it.
She is his wind. She is the wind that shakes him, the storm that waters him, the rain that nourrishes him.
He is a weed, living beneath the dark ground. His roots are so intertwined with the earth that nothing can break him.
She is his earthquake. She is the thudding of the ground against itself and the dismantling of the earth’s core. She is the tumbling dirt and grass that uproots him.
If he is the rooted weed, she is the raging storm and the fertilizing soil.
I want to take root in somewhere. Instead, I take root in people. People. Sometimes, it seems random – just suddenly I’m bound. Other times, there’s such a pattern it frightens me.
Then the root dissolve.
What I said about ‘somewhere’? It’s a lie.
I want to take root in myself.
trees growing tall dug deep in the ground soil water photosynthesis network of connections foundation brain connections source of life
when i see the word root, in think of a tree. And were lige begins. or ginger root which is a great flovor in asin cusine.
As I sat there bleeding, holding my leg like it was a dying child, I began to cry. It didn’t hurt that bad, I suppose. A superficial wound at best. But that’s not what the real problem was.
The root of the tree stopped him in his tracks. then it was to late. he turned around and was hit over the head with an club of heavy wood.
one word is never can be enough to express your feelings to someone you don’t need paragraphs and bullshits
The tree in the backyard has bright red buds. It grows taller every year, while I just grow older.
In autumn, it sets my heart on fire.
growing up into a pretty flower.
As I approached the bottom of the chest, I realized I was doing it all wrong. All along I had been digging, when in reality, I should’ve been rooting.
root of every thing must be known for knowing some things effectiveness .. thats why its important . root is source of everything
He up rooted the plant with such violent force that it sent dirt flying into her hair. She gasped and glared and tried her best to remove the offending particles. ‘How could you say that?’ He growled ‘How could you think I would ever do anything to hurt you? Loving you is like breathing. If I stop- I’d perish…’
the roots of the tree were knarled and rugged and between the two lrgest was a gap no larger than a man could fit through. This was were it was hidden
roots are parts of plants. the word root can also have a meaning literally for the source of something. Roots are the cause of everything
The bottom of a tree!
The basic source of something that you need to define
The root of all causes!
the root of your teeth which if spoilt you then need to have a root canal
burrowing through the cold, dark earth and beneath that, into the rocks and the crust and beneath that into the mantle until they spontaneously combust from the heat.
the root of all evil is love and love is the evil of life that torments us. evil from the devil was the root of all evil on the earth but love is the evil we do to our hearts.
root