the sage told the man to put his sword down so he could talk more calmly about the spell put to the king by the evil wizard. it was his resposability to prevent the kingdom to end in hands of evil.
Mau
so i was walking outside into my glorious backyard, and i glanced down at my feet, and i came across some sage and i picked it up and decided to think about what i might do with it later on in my evening, then all of a sudden, a HUGE panda that ran at me and grabbed the sage! He seemed like a really nice guy.
Olivia Donnelly
the sage was a wise old man. he liked to listen to pop music such as justin timberlake and watch movies such as the social network. he ate cranberries for breakfast and walked his dog 3 times a day. when he got bored he would read a book or practice judo. he wasn’t a lonely man but he really wanted a puppy.
marty
He stood in the forest devoid of any other human but himself, staring thinking breathing questioning but most of all, listening. Listen to the water, he thought. Listen to the current moving invisible particles that somehow take form in this cool liquid. Listen to the trees and how they move amongst each other with no evidence of a force but the soft breeze in my hair. Listen to the earth, the ground that is trodden upon and stomped on and yet only grows stronger.
Juliet Shen
Sage wisdom told her that certain situations were best avoided. Spending time with a man who may or may not have drugged her and had his wicked way with her probably fell under that category. But when had she ever been known as wise? Especially when it came to pretty eyed boys? Pretty eyed boys with little dimples when he smiled?
When he’d first called her, two days after she’d escaped (was that the right word?) his impecable, beautiful mansion, she’d been reticent to meet him… but she’d also been painfully curious about all that time she couldn’t remember, and she’d needed to know him. She needed to him with an aching that she couldn’t help but wonder if stirred from all those hours she couldn’t recall. And then after that first time that she’d met up with him for coffee, after that first time he’d offered his dimpled, sparkling blue eyed smile, she’d been ridiculously lost.
I never was much a cook, though I always tried. When I was little, I used to picture myself in one of those big kitchens I saw on the Food Network, throwing together fancy dishes garnished with sage and rosemary and other spices I’d never heard of and couldn’t spell to save my life. Now I’m thirty-five, married with kids, and the fanciest thing I can cook is macaroni casserole.
the wise old sage grabbed the broomstick and swept the hearth and looked around at the dusty cabin where he had spent most of his life alone. Well, at least it was paid for, he thought, as he tidied up for the night. The old cat sat lazily by the fire, one eye half open, but otherwise exhibiting no signs of movement.
Jessie
foreign moons lit the sky
as the sage releases the earths’ cry
Forgotten ways
refound
a world now abound
like the sage from the ground
We are reborn and abundant
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i like crispy sage. i tried to make it once at home, but i don’t think i caramelized the sugar enough and it turned out to be soggy sage. womp.
Nora
sage is a herb that only wise people are wise enough to use. apparently it cures stupidity and the inability to think for yourself. i somehow doubt this though as no one seems to think for themselves with or without sage.
klaus
Sage. I know a boy named sage. His last name is Enbers… It really reminds me of fire and im not sure why. Isnt sage a food ingredient? I dont even really know what it is. I kinda like it though.
Kellen
sage, i think i’ve heard about this word before. omg i have a text though, i don’t think sage has anything to do about it, but this really cute guy texted me, and i want to answer it but i’m writing about this. sage though seems to remind me of a type of tree. am i right? maybe, or bush.
Charlena
It must be nice to be so wise to be calm and solemn and supposedly one becomes this way through experience but no matter how much you mess up it seems like although you vow to learn from that last one you still fall and scrape every part of your body, losing another piece of yourself along the way and why why can’t you ever learn why can’t you ever become like that one guy in that one movie who mentors that one kid and just
be
Melissa
sage sausage i used to sell sausage egg and cheese tacos to my football team in the nmornings they loved them, i would sell out everyday it was sooo cool i would bank, of couse i would go buy some cool stuff like video games, some shoesd a shirt maybe yeah most times it was funny stuff like watches and stuff but ok this is over umm bye bye love you see ya by asta lavista baby.
joseph robles
The flame, nonexistent, smoldering life. Everything glowed in the red-hot embers melting away into black nothingness. The gray streams of smoke perfused the room with the intoxicating scent of magic.
Sage, I don’t even know what sage is. It has so many uses in our language. ARe we talking about a wise, elder, such as the sage’s in the Zelda games? Or perhaps the seasoning? Rosemary and sage seem to be a popular combination. Say, age? To a lady, bad things will happen.
Philip
I had some energy to burn, so I burned it.
I was drowning in the scent of the word, but how I loved it.
Colors waft into abstract thoughts and I have no idea how to stop it.
But to be honest, I have no intention of stopping.
Sage – silky smooth – fragrantly rich and earthy.
He had plenty of sage advice and I didn’t want to listen. I knew what he was going to say anyway. It was always the same. It always would be until I actually listened. But that wasn’t going to happen today or even the next, so he would keep talking and I would keep nodding and ignoring. This is how the dance went, and they danced it well.
Michael Walls
sage is green like grass buta also wise like an old wrinkled man sitting in a chari shallow dig deeper like an old typrewriteer rusty keys rust and green moss like rustlike moss on side of mountain greay and rust collored hilside hike
katherine
sage, rage,
raging emotion
the rage of what he will eventually feel
i leave it to the back of my head to obsess over
fleeting, every once in a while
sometimes killing me
sometimes giving me strength
melanie
Not quite sure what sage means? It sounds like some sort of evil wizard so I’ll just run with that…. The sage lifted his staff in the air and tugged his beard twice, causing him to vanish in a dust of sprinkles. Delicious.
Sage, green, fresh, herbal. New beginnings is needed for all, a change to breathe and take in surrounds around each person, each soul. A time for peace and love and prosperity.Time for life.
At the ranch in Wyoming we walked down to the road to moon cars. A car stopped and two angry Russians got out with guns. We all ran and hid in the sage brush holding our breath
“It’s sage?” Peter leaned over and peered at the wolf’s pelt, and sure enough, the giant beast was the color of sage.
“That’s not natural,” Joe said.
“Maybe some local kids played a prank on the beast, killed it when it got out of control,” Sam offered, but Peter knew better. He’d heard tales of the sage-colored wolves who roamed the highway, chasing cars and turning into humans when they were killed.
What was that white stuff that’s suppose to clear up your throat if you smoke it? I dont know man I just work now. I mean i am not the 18 year old kid you rememember. I know man I just miss those days you know, No mortgage, no kids just life.
Jae
It is an herb that I am always drawn to…I use it usually just for Thanksgiving and when I burn it to purify my soul or whatever is feeling impure…I love the smell-it is an intense aroma of cleanliness that permeates my house…the Native Americans believed in its ability to cleanse and whenever I burn it I feel whole and at peace again..
Gina
Sagewood street. Burning insence almost a year ago. we tried to communicate with Chelsea. nothing happened.
josie
being wise doesn’t mean knowing everything, or even having experienced a great deal. It simply means to know yourself. To understand your strengths and weaknesses, to be prepared to live with the flaws you possess, and to be able to keep going despite the problems they create.
Katie
The color of dry and bitter. The color of thirst. Something lost in the desert. Safes of thirst.
Dlorton
the sage looked upon, and burned, to clear the air
we wondered, dignity
how long it would take
exorcism
we swam in the bay
white underwear
but walking under the sun
and through the town
this is what we are
we never wondered what it meant
only how it hurt
Glynn
All I can think of is your last name. How’d they know? They tried fitting us together, I’m sure of it. Always playing opposite roles, always dancing and laughing together. It’s really too bad that your best friend was in love with me, but you couldn’t help keeping your hands all over. I still love you as a person.. but christ.
Sage is a spice that is used in cooking. I think it is green but I’m really not too sure. It sounds like it grows on trees or bushes. It is a very funny name. Age with an S in front of it. Maybe sage is a very old spice? Hmm this is something to ponder. I don’t know what else to write about sage since I don’t really know what it is. I’m glad that time is almost up. SAGE = S+ AGE.
Alicia
My secret nickname for Jessica.
Broc
i don’t understand what this word means. but i don’t really care. is it a type of spice? hmm, it could quite possibly be. or is it a name? no because then it wouldn’t be lowercase. why am i being asked to write about sage? is it a type of boat or something? oh well, i’ll just keep writing about sage. it sounds like food. or is that because i’m hungry? when is this thing going to end?
Kate
Intelligence or spice – it improves whatever it touches and makes the bland more flavorful. Add it to your speech, your thoughts, your attitude, your dreams, your every day whatever you do and it will improve it and make of it more than it was.
sage is a color like green. it can also be a name. its a pretty word. it reminds me of nature. like Im dreaming something so spectacular that someone else had to think of it. like when you read a book that so good you could have never thought of it.
ally
Grand it was to be a Knight
One never to act crass
But then one day he found a fight
And got fucked in the ass
the sage told the man to put his sword down so he could talk more calmly about the spell put to the king by the evil wizard. it was his resposability to prevent the kingdom to end in hands of evil.
so i was walking outside into my glorious backyard, and i glanced down at my feet, and i came across some sage and i picked it up and decided to think about what i might do with it later on in my evening, then all of a sudden, a HUGE panda that ran at me and grabbed the sage! He seemed like a really nice guy.
the sage was a wise old man. he liked to listen to pop music such as justin timberlake and watch movies such as the social network. he ate cranberries for breakfast and walked his dog 3 times a day. when he got bored he would read a book or practice judo. he wasn’t a lonely man but he really wanted a puppy.
He stood in the forest devoid of any other human but himself, staring thinking breathing questioning but most of all, listening. Listen to the water, he thought. Listen to the current moving invisible particles that somehow take form in this cool liquid. Listen to the trees and how they move amongst each other with no evidence of a force but the soft breeze in my hair. Listen to the earth, the ground that is trodden upon and stomped on and yet only grows stronger.
Sage wisdom told her that certain situations were best avoided. Spending time with a man who may or may not have drugged her and had his wicked way with her probably fell under that category. But when had she ever been known as wise? Especially when it came to pretty eyed boys? Pretty eyed boys with little dimples when he smiled?
When he’d first called her, two days after she’d escaped (was that the right word?) his impecable, beautiful mansion, she’d been reticent to meet him… but she’d also been painfully curious about all that time she couldn’t remember, and she’d needed to know him. She needed to him with an aching that she couldn’t help but wonder if stirred from all those hours she couldn’t recall. And then after that first time that she’d met up with him for coffee, after that first time he’d offered his dimpled, sparkling blue eyed smile, she’d been ridiculously lost.
I never was much a cook, though I always tried. When I was little, I used to picture myself in one of those big kitchens I saw on the Food Network, throwing together fancy dishes garnished with sage and rosemary and other spices I’d never heard of and couldn’t spell to save my life. Now I’m thirty-five, married with kids, and the fanciest thing I can cook is macaroni casserole.
the wise old sage grabbed the broomstick and swept the hearth and looked around at the dusty cabin where he had spent most of his life alone. Well, at least it was paid for, he thought, as he tidied up for the night. The old cat sat lazily by the fire, one eye half open, but otherwise exhibiting no signs of movement.
foreign moons lit the sky
as the sage releases the earths’ cry
Forgotten ways
refound
a world now abound
like the sage from the ground
We are reborn and abundant
i like crispy sage. i tried to make it once at home, but i don’t think i caramelized the sugar enough and it turned out to be soggy sage. womp.
sage is a herb that only wise people are wise enough to use. apparently it cures stupidity and the inability to think for yourself. i somehow doubt this though as no one seems to think for themselves with or without sage.
Sage. I know a boy named sage. His last name is Enbers… It really reminds me of fire and im not sure why. Isnt sage a food ingredient? I dont even really know what it is. I kinda like it though.
sage, i think i’ve heard about this word before. omg i have a text though, i don’t think sage has anything to do about it, but this really cute guy texted me, and i want to answer it but i’m writing about this. sage though seems to remind me of a type of tree. am i right? maybe, or bush.
It must be nice to be so wise to be calm and solemn and supposedly one becomes this way through experience but no matter how much you mess up it seems like although you vow to learn from that last one you still fall and scrape every part of your body, losing another piece of yourself along the way and why why can’t you ever learn why can’t you ever become like that one guy in that one movie who mentors that one kid and just
be
sage sausage i used to sell sausage egg and cheese tacos to my football team in the nmornings they loved them, i would sell out everyday it was sooo cool i would bank, of couse i would go buy some cool stuff like video games, some shoesd a shirt maybe yeah most times it was funny stuff like watches and stuff but ok this is over umm bye bye love you see ya by asta lavista baby.
The flame, nonexistent, smoldering life. Everything glowed in the red-hot embers melting away into black nothingness. The gray streams of smoke perfused the room with the intoxicating scent of magic.
Sage, I don’t even know what sage is. It has so many uses in our language. ARe we talking about a wise, elder, such as the sage’s in the Zelda games? Or perhaps the seasoning? Rosemary and sage seem to be a popular combination. Say, age? To a lady, bad things will happen.
I had some energy to burn, so I burned it.
I was drowning in the scent of the word, but how I loved it.
Colors waft into abstract thoughts and I have no idea how to stop it.
But to be honest, I have no intention of stopping.
Sage – silky smooth – fragrantly rich and earthy.
He had plenty of sage advice and I didn’t want to listen. I knew what he was going to say anyway. It was always the same. It always would be until I actually listened. But that wasn’t going to happen today or even the next, so he would keep talking and I would keep nodding and ignoring. This is how the dance went, and they danced it well.
sage is green like grass buta also wise like an old wrinkled man sitting in a chari shallow dig deeper like an old typrewriteer rusty keys rust and green moss like rustlike moss on side of mountain greay and rust collored hilside hike
sage, rage,
raging emotion
the rage of what he will eventually feel
i leave it to the back of my head to obsess over
fleeting, every once in a while
sometimes killing me
sometimes giving me strength
Not quite sure what sage means? It sounds like some sort of evil wizard so I’ll just run with that…. The sage lifted his staff in the air and tugged his beard twice, causing him to vanish in a dust of sprinkles. Delicious.
Sage, green, fresh, herbal. New beginnings is needed for all, a change to breathe and take in surrounds around each person, each soul. A time for peace and love and prosperity.Time for life.
i have no sage!
At the ranch in Wyoming we walked down to the road to moon cars. A car stopped and two angry Russians got out with guns. We all ran and hid in the sage brush holding our breath
someone i would like to be when i grow older.
“It’s sage?” Peter leaned over and peered at the wolf’s pelt, and sure enough, the giant beast was the color of sage.
“That’s not natural,” Joe said.
“Maybe some local kids played a prank on the beast, killed it when it got out of control,” Sam offered, but Peter knew better. He’d heard tales of the sage-colored wolves who roamed the highway, chasing cars and turning into humans when they were killed.
This one was just unconscious.
What was that white stuff that’s suppose to clear up your throat if you smoke it? I dont know man I just work now. I mean i am not the 18 year old kid you rememember. I know man I just miss those days you know, No mortgage, no kids just life.
It is an herb that I am always drawn to…I use it usually just for Thanksgiving and when I burn it to purify my soul or whatever is feeling impure…I love the smell-it is an intense aroma of cleanliness that permeates my house…the Native Americans believed in its ability to cleanse and whenever I burn it I feel whole and at peace again..
Sagewood street. Burning insence almost a year ago. we tried to communicate with Chelsea. nothing happened.
being wise doesn’t mean knowing everything, or even having experienced a great deal. It simply means to know yourself. To understand your strengths and weaknesses, to be prepared to live with the flaws you possess, and to be able to keep going despite the problems they create.
The color of dry and bitter. The color of thirst. Something lost in the desert. Safes of thirst.
the sage looked upon, and burned, to clear the air
we wondered, dignity
how long it would take
exorcism
we swam in the bay
white underwear
but walking under the sun
and through the town
this is what we are
we never wondered what it meant
only how it hurt
All I can think of is your last name. How’d they know? They tried fitting us together, I’m sure of it. Always playing opposite roles, always dancing and laughing together. It’s really too bad that your best friend was in love with me, but you couldn’t help keeping your hands all over. I still love you as a person.. but christ.
…
Sage is a spice that is used in cooking. I think it is green but I’m really not too sure. It sounds like it grows on trees or bushes. It is a very funny name. Age with an S in front of it. Maybe sage is a very old spice? Hmm this is something to ponder. I don’t know what else to write about sage since I don’t really know what it is. I’m glad that time is almost up. SAGE = S+ AGE.
My secret nickname for Jessica.
i don’t understand what this word means. but i don’t really care. is it a type of spice? hmm, it could quite possibly be. or is it a name? no because then it wouldn’t be lowercase. why am i being asked to write about sage? is it a type of boat or something? oh well, i’ll just keep writing about sage. it sounds like food. or is that because i’m hungry? when is this thing going to end?
Intelligence or spice – it improves whatever it touches and makes the bland more flavorful. Add it to your speech, your thoughts, your attitude, your dreams, your every day whatever you do and it will improve it and make of it more than it was.
sage is a color like green. it can also be a name. its a pretty word. it reminds me of nature. like Im dreaming something so spectacular that someone else had to think of it. like when you read a book that so good you could have never thought of it.
Grand it was to be a Knight
One never to act crass
But then one day he found a fight
And got fucked in the ass