The mountain water runs down your thighs
And into our eyes
As we scrape our knees
On the water trees
And flick the weeds
Into the water, we run , we fly,
We splash.
Such a deafening silence, I’m surprised that my powers can even make a splash in the pond of the large ocean that is her ear; ripple towards her brain, making resonance with the sweet sound of her ear and her lips, vibrating and pretending as pretendings hastened their pace, whilst making it all beautiful in the end
In the riptide of all that’s coming in time
the sounds of thunder come in so very fast
with waves that hit the shores and make more than a splash
get up and take a breathe of the fresh sea air
after the storms have passed.
was the sound i never wanted to hear from the bathroom…when i wasn’t in there…and Jax was–my 6 week old german shepherd puppy.
jessie elledge
I finally hit the bottom of the pit with a splash. I thought I would never land as I fell into the endless pit of love. I thought landing would be much better, but I found that I landed into an ocean of sorrow and trouble. I was drowning in what could have been.
There was a splash of blood onto the floor as the heart popped out of his chest and slapped him in the face. He asked, “What was that for?”. The heart replied, “Stop being a dick.”. And then he realized what he wanted to do.
When it happens you know it’s getting good. The two tiny puddles of sweat meet, right at the perfect and rise and fall of each other’s skin. If someone could detect that, see some slow-motion, close-up, high-definition replay of that sun dipped liquid, they’d know it was really damn good.
He splashed her blood all over her perfect white walls. A perfect death, he smirked to himself. That would show her how pathetically plastic all her desires and dreams were.
Ashley
I want to splash around in the water and feel alive. let the waves take over me and and wash away all my troubles, worries, and fears. i want to splash around and feel clean of body, spirit, and mind.
long, smooth legs emerged from the water and she ran her wet fingers down her hairless, honey-like skin. She glared at him through the peaks of bubbles and even from across the bathroom he could tell that she was thinking about him in that way. her feet lowered beneath the surface, and with a flick of her ankle she splashed him with the first of her intensions…
Dawn would really make a splash when she finally broke through all the dialogue. “I really don’t give a shot what you say about any of it; you’re going to die.”
Ashley
swimming pool kids playing and making noise in the water
Mike Hawk
I sat there tossing pebbles into the water, listening to the scattered splashes, I looked over at her and she was just staring off into space, like always, she always looks angry when she’s thinking.
“Why’d you bring me here?” I asked once I finally got up the courage.
“…I needed to tell you something.”
Splash. She stared at the water at the ripples the stone she had thrown made. She threw another stone into the water. Interesting she thought how a something as tiny as this stone could disrupt the tranquil surface of the water and then shortly after the water would go back to its undisturbed form.
red everywhere. Buttons are red. Waiting to be pressed. Antagonize. No apologies. The carnage. Woes me. And so on.
What qualifies a panic attack anyways?
“What was he thinking!? Everything hangs in the balance on this one. He could have just lost everything. More importantly, WE could have just lost everything.”
“Calm down; he’s just a kid. He didn’t know what he was doing. We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah… fine. Just fine,”; the gentleman in the white coat muttered the last few words. And with that, he stormed off down the hall and screamed at the unfortunate secretary that offered him coffee at precisely the wrong moment.
Still, the other gentleman, standing quietly beside the surveillance screens, couldn’t help worrying that the white-coated gentleman was very much correct. That kid better move. Fast.
dont think, just write. Splash, boom. blood everywhere. more than you can imagine. more than he imagined. And then its done. No more. He made his masterpiece, painted the town red, or at least this corner of it.
Maggie
Crystal clear surface shattered by a clean splash as body sinks below into the cooling depths
Going on the log ride is one experience I’ll never forget. Its like a roller coaster that when you pee yourself from being scared the water hides it. The last time I went on one was when I was about 7 or 8 and I was freaking out!
Maria
splash
in the pool
splash
in the puddle
splash
in the heart
a drop of hope
breaks the surface
of despair
jena
I could feel it wanted me just as much as I wanted it. I kept my eyes on the ceiling so I could keep my mind away from everything but what I was truly thinking about. A few seconds past. I can’t do this. I’m not that strong. I bolted out of bed and with and ripped open the drawer. I cupped it in both my hands. Its blades felt worn out after years of use. I had to ask myself, was this two minutes worth what I had been trying to keep myself from doing for two years? It didn’t matter now. I didn’t even realize it but I had already began. It was so deep. I guess keeping everything in for two years is let out in an aggressive manner. Blood trickled down my arm and splashed onto the bathroom floor. Then another. Then my eyes began to trickle and they splashed on the floor also. As if they were lonely and needed the company of another liquid. I was lonely. When would I be getting company?
Amanda
Splish-splash goes my emotions, like water on fire. They’re just one big pool of conjoined atoms, materializing into something unknown. I really don’t understand what I feel anymore. I’ve become a stranger to myself.
Desiree J
You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, do you? I ripped off my shirt and jumped in the water, arms flying in the air, heart flying in the sky. I hit the water with full force and grabbed her. We were two inches apart and
Amanda
My poop goes splash in the toilet.
After every plop, there is a nice splash to follow.
Pooping twice a day is good for you.
I’m glad I poop twice a day.
Plop-plop, splash~
Jessie
I felt the cool wetness wash over my face,
The salt lingering on my lips,
A good day in the sun,
the sandy beach, the green water
It was all not so long ago,
That we splashed so happily in the water.
You are something new, something exotic. Entirely different from all the other identical fish in this tiny backwater pond. A creature unknown, most are afraid to approach you, to recognize how refreshing you are, and instead of turn tail and flee in fear. With each shallow breath, flick of an eye, or deliberate movement, you make a spash.
You can’t help it; wherever you go, you will always make ripples.
splish splash, and i’m taking a bath. i wish i was a kid again sometimes. but i’ll live as one, with childlike faith, and hope to get away with more than that. being an adult isn’t as fun as they make it out to be. a child is what this kid will always be.
Martina
Hot
Cool
C-c-cushion my heat
In a vat of ice
Steaming my freedom
Freeing me of your toxin
Poison curable by decision
Not by retaliation
Sh-sharing what I know
F-f-f-unction the way I am
Hot
Cool
Steam my worries away
the puddle of my accident was a biff. a hoax. a wry job done gone shit. I resort to humility and give my day it’s daily bread. rye. skimmed my hope off the top for some easy way to swallow the embarassment. how does one consol ?
Light in the darkness
A match snuffed out
With fingers shaking with rage
Of horrors not meant for one
So young, heart half filled with optimism
The fingers strike out
Grabbing the shoulder of
The intruder of the heart
Blood splashing in pools
Of Dark Pavements
Hands gripping
Heart tearing
Love unveiled in its rawest form
Hate for the unloved
For the broken
Who have found no one love
But suck all warmth from others
Taste the wrath of My sting
May it burn like a cut
Fester like a spoiled animal
Rotting the garbage of your innards
Taste My Sting
the water rushed into my nose and i couldn’t breathe; i was at the beach with my peers the peers i was too shy to interact with. i was merely in the water so i wouldn’t have to be awkward with the counselors. “go play with the others” they kept telling me, so i did. or i tried to. it was more like me standing meters away and pretending to be friends with them.
sade
Alex leaps into the puddle, splashing muddy water all over his coat and my shoes. He looked up at me, tongue hanging out, tail wagging.
“You just hate being clean don’t you?” I ask him, then laugh because, why am I talking to a dog?
He shakes all the moisture off his coat and on to my pants, then runs off to sniff a pole for gifts left from previous passersby.
“You better be glad I love you dog!”
He runs over, tries to lick my hand, his whole body bending and twisting from side to side he’s wagging so much.
It made a big splash as the heavy stone hit the clear blue water. I had never seen anything like it in my life. The way the water surrounded the stone the second it hit and began to sink hopelessly to the bottom.
karli
Splash. One instant alters the course of your destiny. . . sending ripples out in all directions. Everyone feels- friends, family, acquaintances. It could be on a whim, you know. You may find yourself waking up, viewing the world through glasses with slightly different tint. You used to seek meaning- a cause worth dying for. You prayed that years of pent up hate boiling underneath the surface will one day fizzle into oblivion. It is painful to remember; only time will tell if the infant, double edged memories will fade. But these new glasses. . .they refract the light in a new manner. So grab your gun soldier, because nobody can stand in your path.
splash
pools
kids
they play
so simply
so calm
so free
childlike
the beauty
the innocence
the glory
the freedom
the time of truly happy
splash
happy again
splash after splash
memory after memory
childhood and freedom
true bliss
Zoe Adams
Summer rain falling gently onto cool pavement. Children leaping into puddles, droplets of water sprinkling everywhere. Friends and pool parties and childhood and summer nights.
The noise when the water is disturbed. The word ‘splash’ is created by disturbances.
It was everything seemed so surreal; the splash of reality on her fragile face. delicate, soft, and broken.
The mountain water runs down your thighs
And into our eyes
As we scrape our knees
On the water trees
And flick the weeds
Into the water, we run , we fly,
We splash.
Such a deafening silence, I’m surprised that my powers can even make a splash in the pond of the large ocean that is her ear; ripple towards her brain, making resonance with the sweet sound of her ear and her lips, vibrating and pretending as pretendings hastened their pace, whilst making it all beautiful in the end
In the riptide of all that’s coming in time
the sounds of thunder come in so very fast
with waves that hit the shores and make more than a splash
get up and take a breathe of the fresh sea air
after the storms have passed.
I hate swimming, honestly. At least if my feet can’t reach the floor. :)
was the sound i never wanted to hear from the bathroom…when i wasn’t in there…and Jax was–my 6 week old german shepherd puppy.
I finally hit the bottom of the pit with a splash. I thought I would never land as I fell into the endless pit of love. I thought landing would be much better, but I found that I landed into an ocean of sorrow and trouble. I was drowning in what could have been.
There was a splash of blood onto the floor as the heart popped out of his chest and slapped him in the face. He asked, “What was that for?”. The heart replied, “Stop being a dick.”. And then he realized what he wanted to do.
When it happens you know it’s getting good. The two tiny puddles of sweat meet, right at the perfect and rise and fall of each other’s skin. If someone could detect that, see some slow-motion, close-up, high-definition replay of that sun dipped liquid, they’d know it was really damn good.
He splashed her blood all over her perfect white walls. A perfect death, he smirked to himself. That would show her how pathetically plastic all her desires and dreams were.
I want to splash around in the water and feel alive. let the waves take over me and and wash away all my troubles, worries, and fears. i want to splash around and feel clean of body, spirit, and mind.
long, smooth legs emerged from the water and she ran her wet fingers down her hairless, honey-like skin. She glared at him through the peaks of bubbles and even from across the bathroom he could tell that she was thinking about him in that way. her feet lowered beneath the surface, and with a flick of her ankle she splashed him with the first of her intensions…
The rage in my heart burns like a waiting geyser. It waits until it can burst and have its anger splash onto those who dare surround it.
Dawn would really make a splash when she finally broke through all the dialogue. “I really don’t give a shot what you say about any of it; you’re going to die.”
swimming pool kids playing and making noise in the water
I sat there tossing pebbles into the water, listening to the scattered splashes, I looked over at her and she was just staring off into space, like always, she always looks angry when she’s thinking.
“Why’d you bring me here?” I asked once I finally got up the courage.
“…I needed to tell you something.”
Splash. She stared at the water at the ripples the stone she had thrown made. She threw another stone into the water. Interesting she thought how a something as tiny as this stone could disrupt the tranquil surface of the water and then shortly after the water would go back to its undisturbed form.
red everywhere. Buttons are red. Waiting to be pressed. Antagonize. No apologies. The carnage. Woes me. And so on.
What qualifies a panic attack anyways?
“Well, he made quite a splash…”
“What was he thinking!? Everything hangs in the balance on this one. He could have just lost everything. More importantly, WE could have just lost everything.”
“Calm down; he’s just a kid. He didn’t know what he was doing. We’ll be fine.”
“Yeah… fine. Just fine,”; the gentleman in the white coat muttered the last few words. And with that, he stormed off down the hall and screamed at the unfortunate secretary that offered him coffee at precisely the wrong moment.
Still, the other gentleman, standing quietly beside the surveillance screens, couldn’t help worrying that the white-coated gentleman was very much correct. That kid better move. Fast.
dont think, just write. Splash, boom. blood everywhere. more than you can imagine. more than he imagined. And then its done. No more. He made his masterpiece, painted the town red, or at least this corner of it.
Crystal clear surface shattered by a clean splash as body sinks below into the cooling depths
Going on the log ride is one experience I’ll never forget. Its like a roller coaster that when you pee yourself from being scared the water hides it. The last time I went on one was when I was about 7 or 8 and I was freaking out!
splash
in the pool
splash
in the puddle
splash
in the heart
a drop of hope
breaks the surface
of despair
I could feel it wanted me just as much as I wanted it. I kept my eyes on the ceiling so I could keep my mind away from everything but what I was truly thinking about. A few seconds past. I can’t do this. I’m not that strong. I bolted out of bed and with and ripped open the drawer. I cupped it in both my hands. Its blades felt worn out after years of use. I had to ask myself, was this two minutes worth what I had been trying to keep myself from doing for two years? It didn’t matter now. I didn’t even realize it but I had already began. It was so deep. I guess keeping everything in for two years is let out in an aggressive manner. Blood trickled down my arm and splashed onto the bathroom floor. Then another. Then my eyes began to trickle and they splashed on the floor also. As if they were lonely and needed the company of another liquid. I was lonely. When would I be getting company?
Splish-splash goes my emotions, like water on fire. They’re just one big pool of conjoined atoms, materializing into something unknown. I really don’t understand what I feel anymore. I’ve become a stranger to myself.
You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this, do you? I ripped off my shirt and jumped in the water, arms flying in the air, heart flying in the sky. I hit the water with full force and grabbed her. We were two inches apart and
My poop goes splash in the toilet.
After every plop, there is a nice splash to follow.
Pooping twice a day is good for you.
I’m glad I poop twice a day.
Plop-plop, splash~
I felt the cool wetness wash over my face,
The salt lingering on my lips,
A good day in the sun,
the sandy beach, the green water
It was all not so long ago,
That we splashed so happily in the water.
You are something new, something exotic. Entirely different from all the other identical fish in this tiny backwater pond. A creature unknown, most are afraid to approach you, to recognize how refreshing you are, and instead of turn tail and flee in fear. With each shallow breath, flick of an eye, or deliberate movement, you make a spash.
You can’t help it; wherever you go, you will always make ripples.
splish splash, and i’m taking a bath. i wish i was a kid again sometimes. but i’ll live as one, with childlike faith, and hope to get away with more than that. being an adult isn’t as fun as they make it out to be. a child is what this kid will always be.
Hot
Cool
C-c-cushion my heat
In a vat of ice
Steaming my freedom
Freeing me of your toxin
Poison curable by decision
Not by retaliation
Sh-sharing what I know
F-f-f-unction the way I am
Hot
Cool
Steam my worries away
the puddle of my accident was a biff. a hoax. a wry job done gone shit. I resort to humility and give my day it’s daily bread. rye. skimmed my hope off the top for some easy way to swallow the embarassment. how does one consol ?
Light in the darkness
A match snuffed out
With fingers shaking with rage
Of horrors not meant for one
So young, heart half filled with optimism
The fingers strike out
Grabbing the shoulder of
The intruder of the heart
Blood splashing in pools
Of Dark Pavements
Hands gripping
Heart tearing
Love unveiled in its rawest form
Hate for the unloved
For the broken
Who have found no one love
But suck all warmth from others
Taste the wrath of My sting
May it burn like a cut
Fester like a spoiled animal
Rotting the garbage of your innards
Taste My Sting
the water rushed into my nose and i couldn’t breathe; i was at the beach with my peers the peers i was too shy to interact with. i was merely in the water so i wouldn’t have to be awkward with the counselors. “go play with the others” they kept telling me, so i did. or i tried to. it was more like me standing meters away and pretending to be friends with them.
Alex leaps into the puddle, splashing muddy water all over his coat and my shoes. He looked up at me, tongue hanging out, tail wagging.
“You just hate being clean don’t you?” I ask him, then laugh because, why am I talking to a dog?
He shakes all the moisture off his coat and on to my pants, then runs off to sniff a pole for gifts left from previous passersby.
“You better be glad I love you dog!”
He runs over, tries to lick my hand, his whole body bending and twisting from side to side he’s wagging so much.
It made a big splash as the heavy stone hit the clear blue water. I had never seen anything like it in my life. The way the water surrounded the stone the second it hit and began to sink hopelessly to the bottom.
Splash. One instant alters the course of your destiny. . . sending ripples out in all directions. Everyone feels- friends, family, acquaintances. It could be on a whim, you know. You may find yourself waking up, viewing the world through glasses with slightly different tint. You used to seek meaning- a cause worth dying for. You prayed that years of pent up hate boiling underneath the surface will one day fizzle into oblivion. It is painful to remember; only time will tell if the infant, double edged memories will fade. But these new glasses. . .they refract the light in a new manner. So grab your gun soldier, because nobody can stand in your path.
splash
pools
kids
they play
so simply
so calm
so free
childlike
the beauty
the innocence
the glory
the freedom
the time of truly happy
splash
happy again
splash after splash
memory after memory
childhood and freedom
true bliss
Summer rain falling gently onto cool pavement. Children leaping into puddles, droplets of water sprinkling everywhere. Friends and pool parties and childhood and summer nights.