The bed was the first one that I’d ever slept on that wasn’t as hard as a board or somewhere in the middle. Then again, it might’ve been the weight of the person hovering over me which made such a difference; The fluctuations in pressure sinking me into the bed like a field of the greenest grass, but over and over.
moleskine-dreams.blogspot.com
I washed the blood off my hands and silently sobed. I knew what i’d done and there was no going back. There was nothing I could do for him now.
KG
I went to the dark, scarey basement to warsh my dirty feet in the sparkling clean metal pink sink.
chase
I’m going to be talking about sinks now. Not sink, as in the kind where water and food go, but still hte kind where you “wash your hands”. Sink to the bottom, let go of everything, wash clean of all sins. Thats all folks.
GeneralHooHa
A putrid smell similar to rotten eggs and cabbage gone bad came from the sink. It was littered with scraps of left over food. But what made it worse was a residual ring of blood. All of it made Lt. Derek wince(a man thirty-four years on the job wasn’t suppose to do that) and he recoiled from it, nosed scrunched up, and eyes squinted.
“No evidence found yet, sir.” said the voice in behind him.
“Keep searching. There has to be some.” He covered his mouth and headed for the door that led out into the small side yard.
His eyes burned and the tears began to form. A cold October wind blew past him. And the barking of dogs surrounding the house on both sides met his ears.
“This has to be the worse case, I’ve seen in years. Probably the Stookoe one was worst. But this takes a close second.” he grunted.
Gouldin Lion
lovers licked kisses from each others tongues and lips and cheeks and then they joined hands and tumbled out of their boat into the ocean. tied round them, with ribbon, was a makeshift anchor. they sank together and drowned, a waltz filled up to the brim with chaos and love.
rebecca
I want to sink to the bottom with you.
Skye
the sink was filled with rusting violin strings, opium powder and brown-red blod. the taps were stained and spilling hot water that dribbled down the plug hol
cele
sink. like he was sinking. sinking into nothing. He had no clue what was going on. he was just sinking. not falling…but sinking. just sinking farther and farther down into nothing. Or maybe it was the shadows? thats it he was sinking into the shadows. sinking further and further into the shadows…..
Evan Gelder
poop
Anonymous
Sinking into despair… not knowing where my life is going. What to do with it. I feel like I’ve wasted so many years of my life, and I’m only 16. I need to learn not to sink, to rise. Rise with what I have, my abilities, my interests, my talents.
Emily
water flows and dishes are washed. sometimes faces are washed too. faucets are there too. sometimes hot sometimes cold, it’s indecisive. usually is made of steel or other metals that don’t rust. has towels nex to it.
WuZH3rE
We have sinks at home. The two sinks in the kitchen are stained. Sometimes, we put raw meat in there to thaw. And then the next minute we’re washing dishes in the same sink. I wonder if that is safe!
tacabitha
sink! like the song by takingbacksunday sink into me. good song! Fin!
Brandyn
the ship, oh no the ship is sinking! what do we do? panic! no
we fix it! plug it up, go go go,
get the water out!
disasters in the making, people can be sinking ships too,
but of course some jump before it sinks, the smart ones,
but do they have enough time to swim to shore?
Mona
the sink is where you put the waste food, hope it goes down when you turn the tap on full. it’s also where the dishes get made clean, for reuse and reuse. it never ends! the washing. why can’t we all have dishwashers?
antibodies can be a sink for antigens, by binding and taking them out of solution.
sinkhole, for those who like caving.
ronan
I reached under the sink to see if the detergent was still there. Often it went to different locations but today it was there. I poured hot water into the sink and lots of soap. I plunged my hands into the water feeling the heat rise in my blood. A wonderful feeling. Washing dishes was not a chore now, but a pleasure. Lifting each dish and washing it and setting it in the drain tray was meditative, hands again in the reassuring heat. Again another dish. down to the cutlery, not as much fun as a big dish but you could do more than one at a time.
Carrie/jeanjean63@hotmail.com
sink your teeth into this juicy steak and feel the hot liquid dribble down your the side of your cheek as you try to chew the meat and wipe away the streak at the same time
zanja
There aren’t any dishes in our sink anymore. My mom washed them all today. Neither of our bathroom sinks work properly anymore and we don’t exactly have the money to fix them. So we always end up having to use the kitchen sink to wash our hands, brush our teeth, etc.
Anonymous
Place to put water or place to put your life if you aren’t careful with it. Swirl, swirl, swirl, water or your life. Or you can put the stopper in and work with what you have in the sink, not what goes down it.
marie
A sink is something one desperately needs when one’s dishes are filthy. Why is it even called a sink? Is it to do with the idea of the dirt ‘sinking’ down the small hole into a distant world, deep underground from which it shall never be able to escape.
Joe Bloggs
Sinks are useful because you can flush all of your dirty water down them after you wash your hands…I like keeping my sink clean because it just looks nicer that way.
jessica
in the sink i was dishes. i washed my ring down the sing but i wont get it because everytime i think about putting my hand in the sink i think of the garbage disposal shredding my hand. always the worst case scenario i guess…………….
Samra
as i lay down in my bed at night, i sink into the memory foam. i sink into the air mattress. i sink into the marijuana i’ve just smoked. i sink into delirium followed by restlessness followed, eventually, by sleep.
yoz
well it means to drop below the surface of water. the further you go down the more you have in fact sunk. It is also a very common household fixture used to wash your grubby hands and clean your teeth. I hate cleaning teeth – pita!!!!
Jez Jonson
swine flu. bathromm kitty bath
boom box bettie
Sink into revere or into oblivion. He sunk his teeth into the steak, you could see the juice come out of the steak and into his mouth, and then dribble out onto his chin. He was really enjoying himself!
jobo
I thought I would sink, then I noticed a piece of wood floating and I grabbed it and got to hold it until the waves were able to take me back to the edge, of course I was afraid, but there was something deeper helping me to go on
Renata
The sink is full of dishes again. I don’t want to load them, so I’ll wait to see if anyone else will do them.
Nicol
Overflowing of an emotion a turmoil of success. Soft floating memories wrapped in sudsy white glee. Squeaky clean baby bottoms, sexy newlyweds and grandmother all shared the space in the heart of homes and societies. The sink is simply in need of kindness.
TriteStatic
the ship sank into the deep obis….sinking down…down….becoming just another part of history….a memory
Kaila
i sink to the bottom of the pool.
bella
I used to think that the sink actually symbolized how life is sometimes. You know, just drip…drip…drip, after drip. And everyone is just a boring as the other. One day I actually wanna hear drip…drip…EXPLOSION.
Brittany
kitchen sink. everything but the. the one we had on longview drive was sort of a copper brown color, i guess all that lovely 70’s decor that was so cool then. i had to stand on a box to was dishes and now am so short my boobs get wet at the kitchen sink!
teribob
I sink in my sink on sinking path down towards the great sink in the sky. And I ponder the clouds as they sink in the sky. The sun as it sinks down my face. And I get the sinking feeling that I’ve overused.
Morenike Adebayo
sink holes. what is supposed to support so much falls apart in vulnerable places. things we feel so strongly for are built upon clay, sinking, falling, life sucking spots. they drain, they take, they hurt, these are the things we have to find and repair. build a road around the holes.
ccc.
i’m sinking.
sinking into you.
i’ve sunk.
I have fallen hard are far for you.
ive slipped into this pit of love.
i’m addicted to you and your love.
i’m sinking. i’m drowning in your love.
but i don’t mind.
Haylee
quicksand… death
zutphen
I feel myself sinking under the pressure of my parents and of school. Diplomas are coming and i feel drowned in my own fear of not achieving my goals of not getting what i have worked towards. Sink or swim, you have to keep trying no matter what.
crystal She
She didn’t know what to do. It was leaking. Common sense said to call a plumber, but there was zero chance of one at this hour. She could call Nicholas, but that would defeat the purpose of their cool-off. “Stupid sink,” she muttered. Trudging off to bed-for there was nothing to do now-her phone suddenly went off. It was Nicholas.
The bed was the first one that I’d ever slept on that wasn’t as hard as a board or somewhere in the middle. Then again, it might’ve been the weight of the person hovering over me which made such a difference; The fluctuations in pressure sinking me into the bed like a field of the greenest grass, but over and over.
I washed the blood off my hands and silently sobed. I knew what i’d done and there was no going back. There was nothing I could do for him now.
I went to the dark, scarey basement to warsh my dirty feet in the sparkling clean metal pink sink.
I’m going to be talking about sinks now. Not sink, as in the kind where water and food go, but still hte kind where you “wash your hands”. Sink to the bottom, let go of everything, wash clean of all sins. Thats all folks.
A putrid smell similar to rotten eggs and cabbage gone bad came from the sink. It was littered with scraps of left over food. But what made it worse was a residual ring of blood. All of it made Lt. Derek wince(a man thirty-four years on the job wasn’t suppose to do that) and he recoiled from it, nosed scrunched up, and eyes squinted.
“No evidence found yet, sir.” said the voice in behind him.
“Keep searching. There has to be some.” He covered his mouth and headed for the door that led out into the small side yard.
His eyes burned and the tears began to form. A cold October wind blew past him. And the barking of dogs surrounding the house on both sides met his ears.
“This has to be the worse case, I’ve seen in years. Probably the Stookoe one was worst. But this takes a close second.” he grunted.
lovers licked kisses from each others tongues and lips and cheeks and then they joined hands and tumbled out of their boat into the ocean. tied round them, with ribbon, was a makeshift anchor. they sank together and drowned, a waltz filled up to the brim with chaos and love.
I want to sink to the bottom with you.
the sink was filled with rusting violin strings, opium powder and brown-red blod. the taps were stained and spilling hot water that dribbled down the plug hol
sink. like he was sinking. sinking into nothing. He had no clue what was going on. he was just sinking. not falling…but sinking. just sinking farther and farther down into nothing. Or maybe it was the shadows? thats it he was sinking into the shadows. sinking further and further into the shadows…..
poop
Sinking into despair… not knowing where my life is going. What to do with it. I feel like I’ve wasted so many years of my life, and I’m only 16. I need to learn not to sink, to rise. Rise with what I have, my abilities, my interests, my talents.
water flows and dishes are washed. sometimes faces are washed too. faucets are there too. sometimes hot sometimes cold, it’s indecisive. usually is made of steel or other metals that don’t rust. has towels nex to it.
We have sinks at home. The two sinks in the kitchen are stained. Sometimes, we put raw meat in there to thaw. And then the next minute we’re washing dishes in the same sink. I wonder if that is safe!
sink! like the song by takingbacksunday sink into me. good song! Fin!
the ship, oh no the ship is sinking! what do we do? panic! no
we fix it! plug it up, go go go,
get the water out!
disasters in the making, people can be sinking ships too,
but of course some jump before it sinks, the smart ones,
but do they have enough time to swim to shore?
the sink is where you put the waste food, hope it goes down when you turn the tap on full. it’s also where the dishes get made clean, for reuse and reuse. it never ends! the washing. why can’t we all have dishwashers?
antibodies can be a sink for antigens, by binding and taking them out of solution.
sinkhole, for those who like caving.
I reached under the sink to see if the detergent was still there. Often it went to different locations but today it was there. I poured hot water into the sink and lots of soap. I plunged my hands into the water feeling the heat rise in my blood. A wonderful feeling. Washing dishes was not a chore now, but a pleasure. Lifting each dish and washing it and setting it in the drain tray was meditative, hands again in the reassuring heat. Again another dish. down to the cutlery, not as much fun as a big dish but you could do more than one at a time.
sink your teeth into this juicy steak and feel the hot liquid dribble down your the side of your cheek as you try to chew the meat and wipe away the streak at the same time
There aren’t any dishes in our sink anymore. My mom washed them all today. Neither of our bathroom sinks work properly anymore and we don’t exactly have the money to fix them. So we always end up having to use the kitchen sink to wash our hands, brush our teeth, etc.
Place to put water or place to put your life if you aren’t careful with it. Swirl, swirl, swirl, water or your life. Or you can put the stopper in and work with what you have in the sink, not what goes down it.
A sink is something one desperately needs when one’s dishes are filthy. Why is it even called a sink? Is it to do with the idea of the dirt ‘sinking’ down the small hole into a distant world, deep underground from which it shall never be able to escape.
Sinks are useful because you can flush all of your dirty water down them after you wash your hands…I like keeping my sink clean because it just looks nicer that way.
in the sink i was dishes. i washed my ring down the sing but i wont get it because everytime i think about putting my hand in the sink i think of the garbage disposal shredding my hand. always the worst case scenario i guess…………….
as i lay down in my bed at night, i sink into the memory foam. i sink into the air mattress. i sink into the marijuana i’ve just smoked. i sink into delirium followed by restlessness followed, eventually, by sleep.
well it means to drop below the surface of water. the further you go down the more you have in fact sunk. It is also a very common household fixture used to wash your grubby hands and clean your teeth. I hate cleaning teeth – pita!!!!
swine flu. bathromm kitty bath
Sink into revere or into oblivion. He sunk his teeth into the steak, you could see the juice come out of the steak and into his mouth, and then dribble out onto his chin. He was really enjoying himself!
I thought I would sink, then I noticed a piece of wood floating and I grabbed it and got to hold it until the waves were able to take me back to the edge, of course I was afraid, but there was something deeper helping me to go on
The sink is full of dishes again. I don’t want to load them, so I’ll wait to see if anyone else will do them.
Overflowing of an emotion a turmoil of success. Soft floating memories wrapped in sudsy white glee. Squeaky clean baby bottoms, sexy newlyweds and grandmother all shared the space in the heart of homes and societies. The sink is simply in need of kindness.
the ship sank into the deep obis….sinking down…down….becoming just another part of history….a memory
i sink to the bottom of the pool.
I used to think that the sink actually symbolized how life is sometimes. You know, just drip…drip…drip, after drip. And everyone is just a boring as the other. One day I actually wanna hear drip…drip…EXPLOSION.
kitchen sink. everything but the. the one we had on longview drive was sort of a copper brown color, i guess all that lovely 70’s decor that was so cool then. i had to stand on a box to was dishes and now am so short my boobs get wet at the kitchen sink!
I sink in my sink on sinking path down towards the great sink in the sky. And I ponder the clouds as they sink in the sky. The sun as it sinks down my face. And I get the sinking feeling that I’ve overused.
sink holes. what is supposed to support so much falls apart in vulnerable places. things we feel so strongly for are built upon clay, sinking, falling, life sucking spots. they drain, they take, they hurt, these are the things we have to find and repair. build a road around the holes.
i’m sinking.
sinking into you.
i’ve sunk.
I have fallen hard are far for you.
ive slipped into this pit of love.
i’m addicted to you and your love.
i’m sinking. i’m drowning in your love.
but i don’t mind.
quicksand… death
I feel myself sinking under the pressure of my parents and of school. Diplomas are coming and i feel drowned in my own fear of not achieving my goals of not getting what i have worked towards. Sink or swim, you have to keep trying no matter what.
She didn’t know what to do. It was leaking. Common sense said to call a plumber, but there was zero chance of one at this hour. She could call Nicholas, but that would defeat the purpose of their cool-off. “Stupid sink,” she muttered. Trudging off to bed-for there was nothing to do now-her phone suddenly went off. It was Nicholas.