soil is nothing to be afraid of. unless of course tons of it fall on your head. stop feeding the soil bad things. you could also soil your britches and then that would be very scary. soil is something tho and i think it should be venerated in some way. this is ridiculous. i think
paul
dirt nature earth giving life rebirth decomp
chelsa
the soil on the ground reminded her of a moment [a moment in time] one that was so randomly hidden from the others yet had no significance the soil smelled so familiour of rain so honest so pure pushing her memories into the backs of her eyes unable to stop it unable to hide it they could see it she needed it there was nothing else to do about it but keep it there such a simple thing for a memory
konstantine.
Soil is just a fancy word for dirt. Dirt has a nasty connotation. But soil brings to mind images of fertitilty, growth, and birth. How unfair to dirt. Dirt does the same thing as soil, but it doesn’t get the same prestige. Now I want to be nice to dirt. Dirty dirt gets no credit.
Samantha
Soil is dirt, there is topsoil and soil is brown. soil has nutrients in it that plants need to grow. plants get water from the soil left by rain. soil is important because it helps plants grow and plants help us live.
Robin
muddy ground to help things grow and make the earth more earthlike. it’s very moist.
Samus
soil. soilwork. its a band from germany i thin. at one point they kinda released an album a year. not too bad until it gets kinda repetitive. but still there are some anthems from them.
soil is also earth. mud. where we rise from. well at least.
sofyan
Sue Ann burrowed her toes into the warm soil as she squinted westward. “Soil duff determines flavor.”, she remarked quietly. No one in particular listened. She gazed around the isolated yard, measuring the drone of insects. Not much to show for 5 years of carving a garden from granite. “It’s insane to expect jeweled sweetness from berries grown here,” she thought popping one in her mouth. The burst of bitterness stung her tongue just as Larry’s reproach had stung her ears this morning. Her eyes glinted with inner light, “One day, I’ll simply roll this wheelchair home to Oregon, singing all the way…”.
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soil is warm and thichk and it tastes like well i dont know i probably tasted it once when i was younger soil is life and taking it in your hands feels amazing it’s from rocks how is that rocks are hard and lifeless and soil is you rub it in your fingers and you let it fall through and it isn’t
Liv
Uncomfortable was the soil between my toes as I walked barefoot along the woods. I knew I was in danger of getting splinters in my feet, but something about me just didn’t care that day. Maybe it was the warm sun that filled my cheeks with redness.
Amanda
When I was walking towards the garden, I noticed bags of potting soil stacked beside it. Since the garden was already in full bloom, I wondered why my mother would bother to buy more potting soil. It was then I saw the red pots.
Amanda
Soil is us, our life, our death, everything we work for eventually returns to it. It hurts, but soil swallows our tears. It muffles the screams of the dead, forgotten and lonely in their own company. Soil is earth, earth is the thing we tread on; unknowingly spurning our own planet for the open sky instead.
Foxtail
The earth underneath my bare feet, the sun beating down on my barren back and the wind against my bare breasts-I look up to that blue cloudless sky and breath in the essence that connects me to this worldly planet.
Sky
I’d ride the tide, I ride the dirt for you. Rich as the soil we stand on, my coffee should be. It seems that I like pretty random stuff lately. And a fly passes by…
Edna Paulet
I’ll never forget that summer of 2009 when I planted my first garden. The soil was so rich and I can still smell the scent of dirt whenever I think back to that time in my life. I will never forget that time because it was the summer I finally grew up.
Kim Alu
A basic ingredient to life, something dirty, earthy. Soil nourishes plants and pushes them into the world, to be squashed..
Sarah
Ground into the sleeve of the shirt I was supposed to be wearing at the performance was a bit of dirt, dark and soft. I knew that it was the magnae.
Laying with him hadn’t been such a good idea, I guess.
Slowly, I walked away to wash it out before anyone noticed.
calpico sky
eu estou presa, i’m stuck seria a frase, presa no solo, o que merece minha atenção hoje? parece que se eu sair daqui tudo vai desmoronar quero saiiir.
Love Noodle
In the ground,
It sits and waits
For a seed to come in
To help it grow into
A beautiful plant for all to enjoy.
It can be helpful outside
But, inside, it is a real nuisance.
To clean it is a hassle
But it is a part
Of a daily routine.
Ben Huff
soil is the fertilizer of all nature growing. if only oil could work for our life and allow us to flourish as well. soil is where the worms live and where we end up when we die for the maggots to feed upon us
blehg
i don’t know what soul means… zombie worm earthern kingdom, iron, dwarf, mud, slick, uhm….
Akheriot
soil is dirt. it makes plants grow. right now I’m watching the Tuxedo with Jackie Chan. It’s a terrible movie, but I can’t not watch it. Jennifer Love Hewitt is pretty cute, and I wish I had a suit that made me less asian and more badass. I’m not asian right now, but even so, it’s too much asian. Right now jackie chan is fighting people in his underwear.
jason weeks
My clothes are slightly soiled from rolling around in the grass and laughing so hard I couldn’t pick myself up. I get this feeling that there are still ants in my hair and unidentifiable nastiness in my shorts, but it was worth it.
Memoir
there was too much acid in the soil for the corn to grow effieciently. Unless they could lower the PH levels, it would mean that they would most likely starve. The soil was great for growing potatoes, but they didnt have any spuds to plant. no matter how they turned and turned the earth they could not get it to grow.
greame
soil- the essence of being dirty. [to not be clean] to have blame or impurities. this however is not permanent. being soiled is a condition not a permanence. there is a way to no longer be soiled.
Tess
The smudges ran up the wall, trying to escape the immaculate floor. He lashed out with sponges and mops, wipes and chemicals, and passed out on the linoleum.
r.a.
Soil, it’s pretty lame to say this but it makes me think of the religious search I’m on right now. I mean, your whole heart is supposed to represent soil, and you have to prepare the soil for the seeds of faith to be placed with in. I wonder if that’s really how one should look at it- I mean, really? Your heart, is SOIL? It’s kind of odd, I think. Oh well.
Rio
he let the soil fall through his fingers, its scent stirring something within him which he only now understands to be hope for new life.
skyflakes1
The cat went outside and put on some gardening gloves, then went to work tilling the soil. He always prided himself upon having the most gorgeous garden out of everyone in his small cat community. He had won numerous ribbons for his glorious arrangement of colorful flowers and other flora.
vish
soil – s = oil
josi
you can grow things in it!
Charles
As the rain falls it produces just the right amount of nutrients for the soil to become fertile grounds for the growth of beautiful new flowers.
Devan
deep colors, permanent. you touch me and I can’t forget you. our time in the dirt, our childhood. what innocence, what purity. Mom scrubs and scrubs, trying to remove the stainthe experienceand I watch, hoping that it lasts forever. just like my friendship with you.
ct
the medium from which life arises. Composted, living strata that nourished plants and therefore us. Beautiful black loamy dirt!
Chris Ferrell
as i dropped a handful of soil upon the casket, i shed no tears. How could I possibly miss you when all you ever did was tell me to leave. Ansd when I did, you never left me alone. All of my childhood was wasted by you not letting me make my own choices. How could you leave me alone now…?
Silver
thick, chocolate, cool. Relaxing and nourishing. stable, providing, secure. I relax on you under the cool shade of the tree that sprouted many years ago ona hot july day.
Danie
The soil was parched and cracked, telling on the absence of rain for way too many month. An obstinate arugula plant tried to persist but one could see this was only a half rooted attempt.
Nathalie (spacedlaw)
beneath my nails
between my toes
on day I too will
be ashes
dust
dancing with
the worms
in the comfort
and warmth
of earth’s
soil
clvngodess
simple. you’ll see one word at the top of the following page.
you have sixty seconds to write about it.
as soon as you click ‘go’ the page will load with the cursor in place.
don’t think. just write.
impala
the sand the earth the end to all and the greatest recycling mechanism ever designed.. wht is here remains here forever.
soil is nothing to be afraid of. unless of course tons of it fall on your head. stop feeding the soil bad things. you could also soil your britches and then that would be very scary. soil is something tho and i think it should be venerated in some way. this is ridiculous. i think
dirt nature earth giving life rebirth decomp
the soil on the ground reminded her of a moment [a moment in time] one that was so randomly hidden from the others yet had no significance the soil smelled so familiour of rain so honest so pure pushing her memories into the backs of her eyes unable to stop it unable to hide it they could see it she needed it there was nothing else to do about it but keep it there such a simple thing for a memory
Soil is just a fancy word for dirt. Dirt has a nasty connotation. But soil brings to mind images of fertitilty, growth, and birth. How unfair to dirt. Dirt does the same thing as soil, but it doesn’t get the same prestige. Now I want to be nice to dirt. Dirty dirt gets no credit.
Soil is dirt, there is topsoil and soil is brown. soil has nutrients in it that plants need to grow. plants get water from the soil left by rain. soil is important because it helps plants grow and plants help us live.
muddy ground to help things grow and make the earth more earthlike. it’s very moist.
soil. soilwork. its a band from germany i thin. at one point they kinda released an album a year. not too bad until it gets kinda repetitive. but still there are some anthems from them.
soil is also earth. mud. where we rise from. well at least.
Sue Ann burrowed her toes into the warm soil as she squinted westward. “Soil duff determines flavor.”, she remarked quietly. No one in particular listened. She gazed around the isolated yard, measuring the drone of insects. Not much to show for 5 years of carving a garden from granite. “It’s insane to expect jeweled sweetness from berries grown here,” she thought popping one in her mouth. The burst of bitterness stung her tongue just as Larry’s reproach had stung her ears this morning. Her eyes glinted with inner light, “One day, I’ll simply roll this wheelchair home to Oregon, singing all the way…”.
soil is warm and thichk and it tastes like well i dont know i probably tasted it once when i was younger soil is life and taking it in your hands feels amazing it’s from rocks how is that rocks are hard and lifeless and soil is you rub it in your fingers and you let it fall through and it isn’t
Uncomfortable was the soil between my toes as I walked barefoot along the woods. I knew I was in danger of getting splinters in my feet, but something about me just didn’t care that day. Maybe it was the warm sun that filled my cheeks with redness.
When I was walking towards the garden, I noticed bags of potting soil stacked beside it. Since the garden was already in full bloom, I wondered why my mother would bother to buy more potting soil. It was then I saw the red pots.
Soil is us, our life, our death, everything we work for eventually returns to it. It hurts, but soil swallows our tears. It muffles the screams of the dead, forgotten and lonely in their own company. Soil is earth, earth is the thing we tread on; unknowingly spurning our own planet for the open sky instead.
The earth underneath my bare feet, the sun beating down on my barren back and the wind against my bare breasts-I look up to that blue cloudless sky and breath in the essence that connects me to this worldly planet.
I’d ride the tide, I ride the dirt for you. Rich as the soil we stand on, my coffee should be. It seems that I like pretty random stuff lately. And a fly passes by…
I’ll never forget that summer of 2009 when I planted my first garden. The soil was so rich and I can still smell the scent of dirt whenever I think back to that time in my life. I will never forget that time because it was the summer I finally grew up.
A basic ingredient to life, something dirty, earthy. Soil nourishes plants and pushes them into the world, to be squashed..
Ground into the sleeve of the shirt I was supposed to be wearing at the performance was a bit of dirt, dark and soft. I knew that it was the magnae.
Laying with him hadn’t been such a good idea, I guess.
Slowly, I walked away to wash it out before anyone noticed.
eu estou presa, i’m stuck seria a frase, presa no solo, o que merece minha atenção hoje? parece que se eu sair daqui tudo vai desmoronar quero saiiir.
In the ground,
It sits and waits
For a seed to come in
To help it grow into
A beautiful plant for all to enjoy.
It can be helpful outside
But, inside, it is a real nuisance.
To clean it is a hassle
But it is a part
Of a daily routine.
soil is the fertilizer of all nature growing. if only oil could work for our life and allow us to flourish as well. soil is where the worms live and where we end up when we die for the maggots to feed upon us
i don’t know what soul means… zombie worm earthern kingdom, iron, dwarf, mud, slick, uhm….
soil is dirt. it makes plants grow. right now I’m watching the Tuxedo with Jackie Chan. It’s a terrible movie, but I can’t not watch it. Jennifer Love Hewitt is pretty cute, and I wish I had a suit that made me less asian and more badass. I’m not asian right now, but even so, it’s too much asian. Right now jackie chan is fighting people in his underwear.
My clothes are slightly soiled from rolling around in the grass and laughing so hard I couldn’t pick myself up. I get this feeling that there are still ants in my hair and unidentifiable nastiness in my shorts, but it was worth it.
there was too much acid in the soil for the corn to grow effieciently. Unless they could lower the PH levels, it would mean that they would most likely starve. The soil was great for growing potatoes, but they didnt have any spuds to plant. no matter how they turned and turned the earth they could not get it to grow.
soil- the essence of being dirty. [to not be clean] to have blame or impurities. this however is not permanent. being soiled is a condition not a permanence. there is a way to no longer be soiled.
The smudges ran up the wall, trying to escape the immaculate floor. He lashed out with sponges and mops, wipes and chemicals, and passed out on the linoleum.
Soil, it’s pretty lame to say this but it makes me think of the religious search I’m on right now. I mean, your whole heart is supposed to represent soil, and you have to prepare the soil for the seeds of faith to be placed with in. I wonder if that’s really how one should look at it- I mean, really? Your heart, is SOIL? It’s kind of odd, I think. Oh well.
he let the soil fall through his fingers, its scent stirring something within him which he only now understands to be hope for new life.
The cat went outside and put on some gardening gloves, then went to work tilling the soil. He always prided himself upon having the most gorgeous garden out of everyone in his small cat community. He had won numerous ribbons for his glorious arrangement of colorful flowers and other flora.
soil – s = oil
you can grow things in it!
As the rain falls it produces just the right amount of nutrients for the soil to become fertile grounds for the growth of beautiful new flowers.
deep colors, permanent. you touch me and I can’t forget you. our time in the dirt, our childhood. what innocence, what purity. Mom scrubs and scrubs, trying to remove the stainthe experienceand I watch, hoping that it lasts forever. just like my friendship with you.
the medium from which life arises. Composted, living strata that nourished plants and therefore us. Beautiful black loamy dirt!
as i dropped a handful of soil upon the casket, i shed no tears. How could I possibly miss you when all you ever did was tell me to leave. Ansd when I did, you never left me alone. All of my childhood was wasted by you not letting me make my own choices. How could you leave me alone now…?
thick, chocolate, cool. Relaxing and nourishing. stable, providing, secure. I relax on you under the cool shade of the tree that sprouted many years ago ona hot july day.
The soil was parched and cracked, telling on the absence of rain for way too many month. An obstinate arugula plant tried to persist but one could see this was only a half rooted attempt.
beneath my nails
between my toes
on day I too will
be ashes
dust
dancing with
the worms
in the comfort
and warmth
of earth’s
soil
simple. you’ll see one word at the top of the following page.
you have sixty seconds to write about it.
as soon as you click ‘go’ the page will load with the cursor in place.
don’t think. just write.
the sand the earth the end to all and the greatest recycling mechanism ever designed.. wht is here remains here forever.