The spot on her kerchief just wouldn’t come out. It bled orange and ran into a funny wave pattern. She decided she liked it that way and wore it until the cancer took her heart home.
Steffany
polk a dots have always made me feel warm and fuzzy. Spotty clothing, spotty tea towels and spotty underwear filled the drawers of my grandmother. Dinner servied on spotty plates
Bec Fowler
8===D … ha. you’ve just spotted a completely inappropriate use of this site. or rather a rutabaga balls times up.
the james
the spot, foo.
Anonymous
“There’s a spot on your shirt.”
“Thanks, jackass, I was completely unaware of it.”
“I was only trying to be polite! You should thank me for my effortless kindness!”
“Rather not.”
Kei
Out damned spot out I say, but what they don’t know is that the spots never come out, not really, not when there’s menstrual blood on your underwear and the washes are cold to save the environment, and you haven’t killed anyone, not really, but. But it won’t. Come. Come out. Spot spot spot. Spot spot. Red spot, and it stains your jeans, too.
Lena
dalmatians have spots. i remember i used to want a dalmatian as kid. i remmeber thinking about it at my gram’s house and for some reason i tihnk of my cousin justin. what that means i have no idea but. i wish i could see my gram again and tell her how sorry i am.
mimi
i like the spot that i am sitting in though it is not very comfortable. this spot is dirty and in a mechanics office, but thats ok. I can still make this spot work for me as i wait for my car to be fixed.. Theres really not another spot id rather be.
Jennifer Schurter
An old place
Familiar place
Safe
Green and dry-bone gray mingle together
In a collage
Of destruction
The sky peeks through the roof
And the wind whistles through it
Howling like a
Banshee
Rotting from the inside out
In the calamity
There is a peace
That can’t be achieved
By stainless steel
Or a new-car smell
Cherry
The dark spotted Leopard slung through the forest in his graceful, majestic manner. He was the biggest, meanest animal in this forest. Confident and sure of his own abilities, the Leopard walked with all the air of an elite. Little did he know that right behind him stood Man. Man with his guns, bullets and technology.
Bang!
Dranyer
it was a spot on the rug, I knew who had left it. There he was huddled in the corner , shame on his face. The victim lye near the spot. but a little ways away. The spot moved . At first it seemed to jump toward the one I knew had left it there. Almost alive, but not quite. It slithered, or rather walked slowly towards the victim. It was a tick. And the spot jumped again. Onward it moved to the one who had left it near the one it would attack between them. The spot had a name in my mind now. Really the little creature would go to anyone who would feed it. The one who left it behind quickly ran and grabbed the victim by the neck lifting its young body out of the way and back to the litter where she had wattle away from slowly but with furvent hope of finding her mother.
Tina
Like some ancient pyre-spot the ashes slithered out whispering with the rain. The frying pan from the ruined night before was filling with ash and water, the char and wood falling into it like salamander bacon. I kicked it and walked away.
Tibi
spot
Carol
spot on the wall, defending my fall, spot on the dalmation of my ex next door neighbor, spots spots spots melanoma and my fears, pimples and freckles, bringing me to tears, spots on my cheeks define my existence,
Brittany
as in the dog, out out damn, i see spots, cool, hot,
j9salvador
theres a spot on the ceiling. in books and movies they lie and stare at the ceiling, not thinking, okay thiking
Anonymous
The spotlight circles around all the faint hearted flowers in bloom. It hurts in the winter to see them die ever so slowly. They decapitate. They wither. They invisibly whisper their last words, “I miss being beautiful.”
Katie
One day I found a spot on my friends glasses. I scrubbed and scrubbed put couldn’t get it off. After several minutes, that it was a chip.
Spot
have one on your face you a dog named spot you have on e on your shirt on the door cant see it of what tea a spot of tea ahhh i cant tyoo
Anonymous
dogs have sports. my sister wears shirts with polka-dots on them,… or could I call them polka-spots..? :) i guess so.
tayloru
black darkness, coming in the shape of a circle. It can not be stopped. It swallows all in its path, creating destruction and reeking havoc in its wake. All light flees from it. The World is doomed. There is nothing left. There couldn’t be, no one can stop it.
piya
spot on the rug from when we went over to your mothers house, and you spilled the glass of wine. and it was fine and all, but that look she gave me, well it was crazy. i was so sad that she would look at me like that. what did you say? something about how i need to be more careful and stuff. i think that’s when i stopped loving you
leah
The spot grew wider and wider and stronger winds swept through it, blowing over plastic cups on the table, toppling them over, and rolling them across the floor. The kitchen kettle whistled. But the spot now turned into a hole, threatening to cover the entire living room wall like a cancer; and the lights, dangling from the ceiling, swung to and fro; the wires close to snapping.
Gouldin Lion
Spot on. There are lots of spots, everywhere. Spots of the ego. the ego is just one small spot, but it blocks everything else. I think, idk. well, thinking is the bad part. I have to stop thinking alltogether, be present, you know. Yeah.
soccergurl432
She spotted him just walking into the building. She ran, calling his name, but he didn’t turn. she ran faster. He walked through the doors and was lost, forever. ‘I’m never going to see his face again,” she thought.
reya
noun:location, a dot-like mark, picnic spot;verb:see, espy, locate.
pavalamani pragasam
spot the dog. spotted cow. spotted. spot of tea.
cw
spot, the dog.
Spot the dog.
Go figure.
I hope you had a good new years, and we’ll power through this one tomorrow… Is spot the dog or can you spot the dog? Go figure
James Franco loves pillows apperantly
Chuck Lit
small and insignificant the spot dances between my eyes and wonders where to jump. forward. it jumps off my face and into your deep. your deep love. so deep. the love that can never be.
Indie
Spot dot My dogs name is Dot. She had a spot on her nose when she was a puppy. It blended away into a black smudge but we stillcallher dot. Actually we call her The Muffin but she knows both names. She’s a genius and pees in the tub in the middle on the night .
Jen
spot was a dog. A very happy dog, who lived on the same block as dick and jane. dick and jane liked to play with spot. Spot was called spot because he had spots on his fur. What’s wrong with that, spot thought to all those people who made fun of his obvious name. Nothing is wrong with having an obvious name! Spot truly believes that.
radcgg
There was a spot on his upper lip. He called it a mole, I called it beauty. There was something about it that made him absolutely beautiful. And I loved that.
Niccolette
The spots, they were everywhere. As the blows came faster and harder, the spots took over everything. The swarmed the couch, the table, the windows and doors and at them like a starving person let loose on Thanksgiving.
Hailey
There it was. Menacing, and mocking, just a spot on the white. Black. Never ending. It was going absolutey nowhere. And neither was I.
Marie Cobain
dog log smog liver bikini hats cancer trips tops snots cops puddles
drea
Camera in hand. Looking through the viewfinder. Slightly pressing that shutter button. Vision beings to sharpen. That small center spot flickers black and red. Snap. Perfect photo.
Photo
see spot run run spot run
see sot drink drink sot drink
Anonymous
There was a spot she chose to go to
Endlessly this was her safe place
Until she realized that it had nothing
To do with the land or the tree she sat under
It was instead a place inside herself
That she could open up to at any time
And so she bade farewll to her favorite tree
And learned to walk in peace
Rather than sit
I ran my hand scros
The spot on her kerchief just wouldn’t come out. It bled orange and ran into a funny wave pattern. She decided she liked it that way and wore it until the cancer took her heart home.
polk a dots have always made me feel warm and fuzzy. Spotty clothing, spotty tea towels and spotty underwear filled the drawers of my grandmother. Dinner servied on spotty plates
8===D … ha. you’ve just spotted a completely inappropriate use of this site. or rather a rutabaga balls times up.
the spot, foo.
“There’s a spot on your shirt.”
“Thanks, jackass, I was completely unaware of it.”
“I was only trying to be polite! You should thank me for my effortless kindness!”
“Rather not.”
Out damned spot out I say, but what they don’t know is that the spots never come out, not really, not when there’s menstrual blood on your underwear and the washes are cold to save the environment, and you haven’t killed anyone, not really, but. But it won’t. Come. Come out. Spot spot spot. Spot spot. Red spot, and it stains your jeans, too.
dalmatians have spots. i remember i used to want a dalmatian as kid. i remmeber thinking about it at my gram’s house and for some reason i tihnk of my cousin justin. what that means i have no idea but. i wish i could see my gram again and tell her how sorry i am.
i like the spot that i am sitting in though it is not very comfortable. this spot is dirty and in a mechanics office, but thats ok. I can still make this spot work for me as i wait for my car to be fixed.. Theres really not another spot id rather be.
An old place
Familiar place
Safe
Green and dry-bone gray mingle together
In a collage
Of destruction
The sky peeks through the roof
And the wind whistles through it
Howling like a
Banshee
Rotting from the inside out
In the calamity
There is a peace
That can’t be achieved
By stainless steel
Or a new-car smell
The dark spotted Leopard slung through the forest in his graceful, majestic manner. He was the biggest, meanest animal in this forest. Confident and sure of his own abilities, the Leopard walked with all the air of an elite. Little did he know that right behind him stood Man. Man with his guns, bullets and technology.
Bang!
it was a spot on the rug, I knew who had left it. There he was huddled in the corner , shame on his face. The victim lye near the spot. but a little ways away. The spot moved . At first it seemed to jump toward the one I knew had left it there. Almost alive, but not quite. It slithered, or rather walked slowly towards the victim. It was a tick. And the spot jumped again. Onward it moved to the one who had left it near the one it would attack between them. The spot had a name in my mind now. Really the little creature would go to anyone who would feed it. The one who left it behind quickly ran and grabbed the victim by the neck lifting its young body out of the way and back to the litter where she had wattle away from slowly but with furvent hope of finding her mother.
Like some ancient pyre-spot the ashes slithered out whispering with the rain. The frying pan from the ruined night before was filling with ash and water, the char and wood falling into it like salamander bacon. I kicked it and walked away.
spot
spot on the wall, defending my fall, spot on the dalmation of my ex next door neighbor, spots spots spots melanoma and my fears, pimples and freckles, bringing me to tears, spots on my cheeks define my existence,
as in the dog, out out damn, i see spots, cool, hot,
theres a spot on the ceiling. in books and movies they lie and stare at the ceiling, not thinking, okay thiking
The spotlight circles around all the faint hearted flowers in bloom. It hurts in the winter to see them die ever so slowly. They decapitate. They wither. They invisibly whisper their last words, “I miss being beautiful.”
One day I found a spot on my friends glasses. I scrubbed and scrubbed put couldn’t get it off. After several minutes, that it was a chip.
have one on your face you a dog named spot you have on e on your shirt on the door cant see it of what tea a spot of tea ahhh i cant tyoo
dogs have sports. my sister wears shirts with polka-dots on them,… or could I call them polka-spots..? :) i guess so.
black darkness, coming in the shape of a circle. It can not be stopped. It swallows all in its path, creating destruction and reeking havoc in its wake. All light flees from it. The World is doomed. There is nothing left. There couldn’t be, no one can stop it.
spot on the rug from when we went over to your mothers house, and you spilled the glass of wine. and it was fine and all, but that look she gave me, well it was crazy. i was so sad that she would look at me like that. what did you say? something about how i need to be more careful and stuff. i think that’s when i stopped loving you
The spot grew wider and wider and stronger winds swept through it, blowing over plastic cups on the table, toppling them over, and rolling them across the floor. The kitchen kettle whistled. But the spot now turned into a hole, threatening to cover the entire living room wall like a cancer; and the lights, dangling from the ceiling, swung to and fro; the wires close to snapping.
Spot on. There are lots of spots, everywhere. Spots of the ego. the ego is just one small spot, but it blocks everything else. I think, idk. well, thinking is the bad part. I have to stop thinking alltogether, be present, you know. Yeah.
She spotted him just walking into the building. She ran, calling his name, but he didn’t turn. she ran faster. He walked through the doors and was lost, forever. ‘I’m never going to see his face again,” she thought.
noun:location, a dot-like mark, picnic spot;verb:see, espy, locate.
spot the dog. spotted cow. spotted. spot of tea.
spot, the dog.
Spot the dog.
Go figure.
I hope you had a good new years, and we’ll power through this one tomorrow… Is spot the dog or can you spot the dog? Go figure
James Franco loves pillows apperantly
small and insignificant the spot dances between my eyes and wonders where to jump. forward. it jumps off my face and into your deep. your deep love. so deep. the love that can never be.
Spot dot My dogs name is Dot. She had a spot on her nose when she was a puppy. It blended away into a black smudge but we stillcallher dot. Actually we call her The Muffin but she knows both names. She’s a genius and pees in the tub in the middle on the night .
spot was a dog. A very happy dog, who lived on the same block as dick and jane. dick and jane liked to play with spot. Spot was called spot because he had spots on his fur. What’s wrong with that, spot thought to all those people who made fun of his obvious name. Nothing is wrong with having an obvious name! Spot truly believes that.
There was a spot on his upper lip. He called it a mole, I called it beauty. There was something about it that made him absolutely beautiful. And I loved that.
The spots, they were everywhere. As the blows came faster and harder, the spots took over everything. The swarmed the couch, the table, the windows and doors and at them like a starving person let loose on Thanksgiving.
There it was. Menacing, and mocking, just a spot on the white. Black. Never ending. It was going absolutey nowhere. And neither was I.
dog log smog liver bikini hats cancer trips tops snots cops puddles
Camera in hand. Looking through the viewfinder. Slightly pressing that shutter button. Vision beings to sharpen. That small center spot flickers black and red. Snap. Perfect photo.
see spot run run spot run
see sot drink drink sot drink
There was a spot she chose to go to
Endlessly this was her safe place
Until she realized that it had nothing
To do with the land or the tree she sat under
It was instead a place inside herself
That she could open up to at any time
And so she bade farewll to her favorite tree
And learned to walk in peace
Rather than sit
spot