i have a sink that sometimes i want to jump into and see where it takes me. soemtimes i imagine its pouring out money or pudding, my sink is like my own little imaginatory heaven
Anonymous
i sink into your ocean
deep blue
love
blue
the sink is sinking too
I said something
yoe never answered
But I already knew
who needs you
The Girl
the ship sink into the bottom of the sea..where it can no longer be found by any human race existing on the planet earth. the ship is never to be heard again for it has sink way deep down to a place where no man kind know.
pris
Today I made my way to the sink. I usually wake up and rinse out my mouth, just because. I do it, then I walk to my room, and do what I have to do in there. I brush my teeth when I get out of the shower. Well, today, when I went to the sink, I put the water in my mouth and spat it out. I looked at it. Clear. It looked good, so I drank some. Somehow, I got a pang in my lip. Where my lip ring is. He bit me, and I love that I kept the memory of that night physically.
Rex
sink, sink, sink. sinking into deeper depression than ever before. life sucks. mom sucks. dad sucks. why did God even put me on this earth? what is my purpose here? i wonder what plan he has in store for me… to sink?
joe
my heart sinks to the floor like no tomorrow. i can’t believe he just said that. why me? i thought i was better than this. i left my shirt in your drawer because i knew i’d be back tomorrow. i didn’t fold any of the laundry. i ate half of your sandwich. i thought we were forever. i never doubted it. i never doubted anything we did. we were unstoppable. together, a force unquestioned
lauren cook
I looked up and all I could see was the refracted sunlight beneath the water. The chains around my ankles were heavy, and I was just sinking.
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I knew I should’ve just walked away, kept my mouth shut. I knew what he was capable of. I knew what he could do to me.
Now look where I am. I shouldn’t even be here. I should be watching from up above, shouldn’t I? I’m gone, aren’t I?
Madalyn Gildea
Sinks are objects that we use to wash our hands, our sometimes our dishes. I think they are very convenient because if we didn’t have sinks we’d be off like in the old english times using the gutter or collected rain puddles to wash our hands/face/and feet in. But sometimes sinks have a lot of problem, like they constantly get blocked up or even insects can crawl up in them, it’s so gross! Not to mention the blocked up hair..
Izzah
I sink into the sand slowly flowing- becoming one with the earth in an old timey movie cliche with my adventurers cap on ready to bob on the surface, to become the only proof to the world that I was here.
Shaun
iwant a new one I cant get my old one clean i should never have bought a white sink but it looked so pretty i am glad that i have a dishwasher instead of a sink sink can be used in a different way
ln
Im sinking.
Wheres the correct way to go down?
Through the deep abyss, which way leads to absolution.
amGEE
blocking out the the bad bits of thought
leaves only so much for pessimism to work with
engine is lowered
Wll
& for once I thought to myself, “this might just be it…” it was ruined though, with the contradicting thought of, “maybe I’m wrong…” and my heart starting sinking… I had just destroyed my spirit.
Heidi
there was a sink in the dungeon kitchen that we used to make brownies the other day and I think they were delicious but i don’t like chocolate so i didn’t eat any, I’m not sure what else we’ve used that kitchen for but i usually just eat in the dinning hall, proctor is better because it has the salad bar and pinini makers but ross does have greater variety and sometimes chicken fingers which are great as long as you have honey mustard.
sarah
sometimes I feel as though I am sinking into oblivion and it terrifies me. Someone. Please pull me out.
Ally
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jamomo
Kitchen sinks and sinking ships. Sinking baskets and sinking hopes and dreams. I suppose this word was chosen for its ambiguities. Sink would be a handy word in one’s arsenal, if it was necessarily limited
Scott
I need a wife
Samir
That went down the sink. The water, it moves down the drain, into the sink, first. That is the proper order. Sink, drain, sink, drain, sink, drain. Without the sink to capture the water, things wouldn’t go down the drain. Perhaps that is the better way to do things. Maybe if we got rid of sinks, things wouldn’t go down the drain and we would all be a heckuva lot happier.
SINK
juliejordanscott@hotmail.com
I scrubbed my hands in the sink, trying to get all the blood off, but I couldn’t. I washed them again and again. All I could think was that now my hands were as stained as my soul.
Doug McIntire
Sink not swim, i’d rather swim, be bouyant not be dragged down to the depths of the unknown, sink
Vic
sink uh my bff wrote a poem about some ink and it squrted out of the sink it was awsome!!!
lovly roses
one word is just a simple word. words are said to be like stick and stones, yet they dont hurt you. in some cases, even one word could hurt you so badly that tears roll down your cheeck. that’s how it is in my case, since i am a bit too snesitive. but again,, one word could make u the hapiest person alive, whieether its cuz of love, happines,, or an sort of other thinkg
Anonymous
Ships are going down around you, isn’t this the perfect analogy of how your life seems to being going now? Going down around you, is there anything you could do now? Should you already have taken precautions to prevent this, you’re not unsinkable like you think you are, you can go down just as easy.
Rhiane
I love my bed. It’s a product of several years of hard work and buying power. The sheets, the blankets, the mattress: all engineered to make it really really difficult for me to get out of the comfort of it early early in the morning. I sink in.
Nora
Feel the water grasp at your skin?
Feel the endlessness touch your toes
And grapple at your windpipe?
Feel how, when you flail your arms, they are slowed by the heavy water,
how you cannot acheive now?
How you are helpless without arm bands?
Swim or sink.
ele
sink and swim and sink and swim. swim into the sea and laugh and watch the hot lifeguard and flirt with him because you want to. swim with the jellyfish and feel the water of the ocean and the salt on your lips. close your eyes. move with the water.
ra ra
The sink is a big problem. It flooded over. It was my fault no one knows that but at least it got fixed. Takes a disaster for people to come out and deal with something as simple as a leaky sink.
Avenwall Kullings
the sink bloated with lettuces ffs
Anonymous
The sink was filled with dirty dishes again. I glared at it as I made my way out the door. I’d been living on my own for the past week, yet I didn’t even stop to consider where my father was, or why he wasn’t home yet. I knew that he left for a long time sometimes, but I never thought anything else of it. It was just his job, and he loved it more than anything. Even me.
EJ
I went to the sink and was shattered to see the blood in it. I was missing my little pet since I came back from office. My fear imagination became reality.
Renzen
the ship was always made to float on water not to sink but not anticipated that it would one or then sink. It was once tried to make a boat out of ice and wood ice cant sink right but the ship would last only a few minutes.
ayush.d.shark@gmail.com
the sink is broken. I believe i will sink in the shame of breaking the sink.
Lizzie
We’ve all had a few of those very emotional moments in our lives, when we hear something unexpected or something we feared, and our hearts sink. Everything around us is silent, but it feels almost as if everything is shattering, crashing to the ground with a cacophonic roar.
vish
I could not believe it. I swore I had washed all of the dishes, but there they were. All of them. As well as some new ones- all just sitting there in the sink, along with old eggs, sauces and something that looked a lot like a pickle, except that it was blue.
“What the hell!” I said aloud, too annoyed to care about waking grandma, that drunk old bitch.
Dishes in the Sink
In the morning I sink into the sink, sinking lower and lower
as the minutes progress, sinking centimeters, litrs, miliiters,
ad infinitum. It’s the sinkingest part of the day, but everything
is downhill after that.
Saroyan
cast iron,
big enough to comfortable gut a fish or bathe a day,
scratched from all the knives and rattled silverware
white
deep, enough to hold all the dishes from meal
Cassie
despair, down, drain, who knows, i fall deeper and deeper and deeper and then i drop. sinking down into hell. i fall. i fall. i fall. what to do? unhappiness, pick myself up. drowning. suffocating.
hate
I’m sinking
i have a sink that sometimes i want to jump into and see where it takes me. soemtimes i imagine its pouring out money or pudding, my sink is like my own little imaginatory heaven
i sink into your ocean
deep blue
love
blue
the sink is sinking too
I said something
yoe never answered
But I already knew
who needs you
the ship sink into the bottom of the sea..where it can no longer be found by any human race existing on the planet earth. the ship is never to be heard again for it has sink way deep down to a place where no man kind know.
Today I made my way to the sink. I usually wake up and rinse out my mouth, just because. I do it, then I walk to my room, and do what I have to do in there. I brush my teeth when I get out of the shower. Well, today, when I went to the sink, I put the water in my mouth and spat it out. I looked at it. Clear. It looked good, so I drank some. Somehow, I got a pang in my lip. Where my lip ring is. He bit me, and I love that I kept the memory of that night physically.
sink, sink, sink. sinking into deeper depression than ever before. life sucks. mom sucks. dad sucks. why did God even put me on this earth? what is my purpose here? i wonder what plan he has in store for me… to sink?
my heart sinks to the floor like no tomorrow. i can’t believe he just said that. why me? i thought i was better than this. i left my shirt in your drawer because i knew i’d be back tomorrow. i didn’t fold any of the laundry. i ate half of your sandwich. i thought we were forever. i never doubted it. i never doubted anything we did. we were unstoppable. together, a force unquestioned
I looked up and all I could see was the refracted sunlight beneath the water. The chains around my ankles were heavy, and I was just sinking.
I knew I shouldn’t have said anything. I knew I should’ve just walked away, kept my mouth shut. I knew what he was capable of. I knew what he could do to me.
Now look where I am. I shouldn’t even be here. I should be watching from up above, shouldn’t I? I’m gone, aren’t I?
Sinks are objects that we use to wash our hands, our sometimes our dishes. I think they are very convenient because if we didn’t have sinks we’d be off like in the old english times using the gutter or collected rain puddles to wash our hands/face/and feet in. But sometimes sinks have a lot of problem, like they constantly get blocked up or even insects can crawl up in them, it’s so gross! Not to mention the blocked up hair..
I sink into the sand slowly flowing- becoming one with the earth in an old timey movie cliche with my adventurers cap on ready to bob on the surface, to become the only proof to the world that I was here.
iwant a new one I cant get my old one clean i should never have bought a white sink but it looked so pretty i am glad that i have a dishwasher instead of a sink sink can be used in a different way
Im sinking.
Wheres the correct way to go down?
Through the deep abyss, which way leads to absolution.
blocking out the the bad bits of thought
leaves only so much for pessimism to work with
engine is lowered
& for once I thought to myself, “this might just be it…” it was ruined though, with the contradicting thought of, “maybe I’m wrong…” and my heart starting sinking… I had just destroyed my spirit.
there was a sink in the dungeon kitchen that we used to make brownies the other day and I think they were delicious but i don’t like chocolate so i didn’t eat any, I’m not sure what else we’ve used that kitchen for but i usually just eat in the dinning hall, proctor is better because it has the salad bar and pinini makers but ross does have greater variety and sometimes chicken fingers which are great as long as you have honey mustard.
sometimes I feel as though I am sinking into oblivion and it terrifies me. Someone. Please pull me out.
drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop drip drop ect.
Kitchen sinks and sinking ships. Sinking baskets and sinking hopes and dreams. I suppose this word was chosen for its ambiguities. Sink would be a handy word in one’s arsenal, if it was necessarily limited
I need a wife
That went down the sink. The water, it moves down the drain, into the sink, first. That is the proper order. Sink, drain, sink, drain, sink, drain. Without the sink to capture the water, things wouldn’t go down the drain. Perhaps that is the better way to do things. Maybe if we got rid of sinks, things wouldn’t go down the drain and we would all be a heckuva lot happier.
SINK
I scrubbed my hands in the sink, trying to get all the blood off, but I couldn’t. I washed them again and again. All I could think was that now my hands were as stained as my soul.
Sink not swim, i’d rather swim, be bouyant not be dragged down to the depths of the unknown, sink
sink uh my bff wrote a poem about some ink and it squrted out of the sink it was awsome!!!
one word is just a simple word. words are said to be like stick and stones, yet they dont hurt you. in some cases, even one word could hurt you so badly that tears roll down your cheeck. that’s how it is in my case, since i am a bit too snesitive. but again,, one word could make u the hapiest person alive, whieether its cuz of love, happines,, or an sort of other thinkg
Ships are going down around you, isn’t this the perfect analogy of how your life seems to being going now? Going down around you, is there anything you could do now? Should you already have taken precautions to prevent this, you’re not unsinkable like you think you are, you can go down just as easy.
I love my bed. It’s a product of several years of hard work and buying power. The sheets, the blankets, the mattress: all engineered to make it really really difficult for me to get out of the comfort of it early early in the morning. I sink in.
Feel the water grasp at your skin?
Feel the endlessness touch your toes
And grapple at your windpipe?
Feel how, when you flail your arms, they are slowed by the heavy water,
how you cannot acheive now?
How you are helpless without arm bands?
Swim or sink.
sink and swim and sink and swim. swim into the sea and laugh and watch the hot lifeguard and flirt with him because you want to. swim with the jellyfish and feel the water of the ocean and the salt on your lips. close your eyes. move with the water.
The sink is a big problem. It flooded over. It was my fault no one knows that but at least it got fixed. Takes a disaster for people to come out and deal with something as simple as a leaky sink.
the sink bloated with lettuces ffs
The sink was filled with dirty dishes again. I glared at it as I made my way out the door. I’d been living on my own for the past week, yet I didn’t even stop to consider where my father was, or why he wasn’t home yet. I knew that he left for a long time sometimes, but I never thought anything else of it. It was just his job, and he loved it more than anything. Even me.
I went to the sink and was shattered to see the blood in it. I was missing my little pet since I came back from office. My fear imagination became reality.
the ship was always made to float on water not to sink but not anticipated that it would one or then sink. It was once tried to make a boat out of ice and wood ice cant sink right but the ship would last only a few minutes.
the sink is broken. I believe i will sink in the shame of breaking the sink.
We’ve all had a few of those very emotional moments in our lives, when we hear something unexpected or something we feared, and our hearts sink. Everything around us is silent, but it feels almost as if everything is shattering, crashing to the ground with a cacophonic roar.
I could not believe it. I swore I had washed all of the dishes, but there they were. All of them. As well as some new ones- all just sitting there in the sink, along with old eggs, sauces and something that looked a lot like a pickle, except that it was blue.
“What the hell!” I said aloud, too annoyed to care about waking grandma, that drunk old bitch.
In the morning I sink into the sink, sinking lower and lower
as the minutes progress, sinking centimeters, litrs, miliiters,
ad infinitum. It’s the sinkingest part of the day, but everything
is downhill after that.
cast iron,
big enough to comfortable gut a fish or bathe a day,
scratched from all the knives and rattled silverware
white
deep, enough to hold all the dishes from meal
despair, down, drain, who knows, i fall deeper and deeper and deeper and then i drop. sinking down into hell. i fall. i fall. i fall. what to do? unhappiness, pick myself up. drowning. suffocating.