spot sees things
empty things
I don’t like it
it’s amazing
the hole is dark
the spot is dark
dark and seeing into my soul
it helps me sometimes
I can’t take it
I don’t want help
I want to do it by myself
this hurts.
too much.
stop hurting spot.
Brittany
brand new stained white eyelet summer dress
k
a dark spot on the page bleeds down.. the color fades going gray. it drips on to the floor and below. An old woman with a gray mop to match her gray hair cleans it. She hums a tune that no one knows the words to anymore. i wish i knew them.
Jess
a spot on my forehead, and it hurts, it hurts. it’s like a great beaming light flooding in from somewhere far away where it’s graveled and cold and distant. I don’t love him, they don’t love me, and it’s cold and my clothing is starched and pale and it drags past my fingers, and i slump along like nothing’s wrong but every moment i am chocking on the ashes of my rebirth.
Annie Black
there was a dog named spot and the dog had spots. the dog dug spots all over the backyard of the house he lived at. his doggy bed had spots, colorful spots.
shelby
in the place of longondone. the spot of heaven was reached. There once was a lady from nantucket. no that’s not right. geez. good golly miss molly. the dalmations. no that’s not right either. I think of coffee spills because that would be pretty radtacular. hmmm.
Josephine.
quand il y a un spot on the wall, comme toute le monde a dit. mai apne spot on the wall par kuch nahin karna chahata hun. all of the tower of babel was contained in that spot on the wall. and now I can’t stop thinking about that spot on the wall since the archives all talk about spots on the wall.
lingua franca
shirt with a spot it drives me crazy..I want to wash it but it dosent comes off I think im going to put it on the laundry again….next time I wont wear my white ahirt when I eat ice cream ..chocolate flavor that is.
Lili
i see a spot on the floor, how did it get there? Was it from someone last night, or was it me? This spot is huge and dark red.
desiree
Spot the dog was really cute. I pet him and he wagged his tail. This is a very juvenile writing piece.
Katie
there was a spot on the windshield that she stared at while he spoke.
“I just don’t love you anymore… I wish that I did, but I can’t pretend any longer.”
The tears ran down her face.
hoperemains
i was spot on oh yes i was thinking she would want to live with me. i dont though i think she would be a bit high maintanence but who knows i shall see. the spot on her dress was wonderful i hope it goes i wish. i want to leave this room now , it smells like old food.
stephanie
a spot on a wall. one tiny, little, insignificant spot. that’s what i saw in front of me. on the wall. i went to touch it…to see what it was. thats when i realized it was a laser and a 50. caliber bullet was about to penetrate my skull and blow every last brain cell all over the wall, all because of one little spot.
Antonio
I’ve always dreamed about finding my spot in the world, the reason why I’m here…destiny?
Ppaucic
I spot her in my peripheral, gazing at me from afar, I wonder will she day hello? or will she keep the introduction ajar
Jameson
She walked into the bedroom, pausing beside the bed before gently sitting. Her eyes drifted over the motel’s tobacco stained walls, longing for solace. The bare bulb over the sink shone upon an almost unbelievably stark scene. “Mom”, came a sniffle from the bedsheets, “We’re in a hell of a spot, aren’t we??” “Yes, baby girl”, she replied. Tiny shards of reality were piercing her teenage daughter.
@
I heard the sound, but it took a moment to process, to understand what the sound was. But it wasn’t until I saw the spot of blood appear on his chest that I understood the sound was a gunshot and he was the victim.
Doug McIntire
see spot run. why is his name spot anyway? seriously- is that just so that kids can remember his name? you would think that a name like fluffy or something descriptive would be easier for a child to remember. or maybe spot the dog was a dalmation. i guess that would make a little bit more sense then because then it would be descriptive
amanda
dog
Justine
spotting things in front of my eyes, flashes of such a bright brilliant life that i’m on the brink of and if i stare into the sun and get a glimpse of my future, in between those spots are you and me.
allison
there are so many things that i want to tell you, i just don’t know where to begin and who to tell it to. but you’re there. you’re always on that same spot.what will happen
Anonymous
spotting things in front of my eyes, flashes of such a bright brilliant life that i’m on the brink of and if i stare into the sun and get a glimpse of my future, in between those spots are you and me.
allison
out out damned spot, that’s what she said, the woman, the one between me and my true glory. there is not glory in death, they say– she never did listen. now she rings her hands, and how she’s learned her lesson now; the spot never comes off.
Ren
She’d earned this spot. Really, truly earned it. So why was that so hard to believe? Part of her preferred to think that there was favoritism involved, that she couldn’t really do it.
A.
spots are on dalmations
they clutter the sky
good spots to sit at the beach
bad bruised spots on apples
there are long spots like ovals
and small ones on ladybugs
dot dot dot
spot spot spot
Billie
spot on my screen spot on my face spots on my dog spots on my clothes spots on the cows spots on my nose spots on the wall spots on the floor spots spots down the hall im rhyming about spots this was an accident ohh spots spots spots how i hate thee, go away. clean yourself
bluex.
my dog spot. a great dog he was. always had fleas though, never could get rid of those things.
shane
the spot speckled the white bedspread. it was her first time. she didnt know what to do. she felt she was in love. but really what is love? did she even know? did anyone even know? she had to clean the spot before her mother noticed and knew what happened
Kelly
ilove spots. they are very nice. they remind me dalmations. Spots are very appealingt to the world. it is like a tease because they are generally very small. spots, stops.
kasandra
The Dalmatian. Face of a society. Face of a hero. Red. Blood red, fire truck red. Spots of flames. Spots where they’ve burned holes in pictures and homes. In families. Families have holes, sometimes. Sometimes hearts have them, too. But you cannot possibly hurt if you weren’t whole to begin with.
Alyssa
My favorite spot to think is in the shower.
Loren
spot on the wall, see spot run, saddest movie ever ia ctually don’t really erememebr it to weel but i remember it being sweeet and kind, a spot can say so mcuh a spot on a shirt can say, slob! a spot on the wall can say dead bug perhaps? a spot on the sheets… uh oh dirty boy! a spot on a dog can be cute there are so many different sorts of things i spot can say
alana
There was a spot on the wall. It wasn’t anything you would think of, nothing ordinary. Twas a spot of gold. Golden slumber and golden bustle. In seeing the spot you would underestimate it. Still it’s everything you ever dreamed of, right before your eyes… In a little golden world.
Tess Burow
seee the spots runn
watch them spiiinnnn around the rooooom
watch the floor spiiiiin beneath your head
your hair falls into your face
hope it doesn’t fall
into your face
when you’re throwing up in the toilet.
allison
the drop of color wound it’s way through the water
starting as one tiny speck. one spot
it expands
outward
twisting and weaving elegantly
as if an artist was guiding it
one little spot
sophie
There was a spot on the
Anonymous
the spots on the walls are like the spots on the floor and the cracks on the floor in the wood on the ground in cement, there are cracks in cement because even the strongest things break like my heart like my bones like my mind and i wonder sometimes, i wonder if i’m going insane. i am seeing spots.
taelor
There was a spot underneath the ramp to our classroom where i sat at recess. Cool, and dark. I would collect small knobby twigs and small patchworked pebbles that reminded me of myself and keep them in a line under the ramp. Where me and my little family were safe from the other children’s stares.
Skye
the drop of color wound it’s way through the water
starting as one tiny speck. one spot
it expands
outward
twisting and weaving elegantly
as if an artist was guiding it
one little spot
sophie
spot is cool.
we used to run around with him
in my other life
i never actually owned a dog named spot.
i just have a lazy dog named daisy.
but i love her.
i love you.bh
and you too.
spot sees things
empty things
I don’t like it
it’s amazing
the hole is dark
the spot is dark
dark and seeing into my soul
it helps me sometimes
I can’t take it
I don’t want help
I want to do it by myself
this hurts.
too much.
stop hurting spot.
brand new stained white eyelet summer dress
a dark spot on the page bleeds down.. the color fades going gray. it drips on to the floor and below. An old woman with a gray mop to match her gray hair cleans it. She hums a tune that no one knows the words to anymore. i wish i knew them.
a spot on my forehead, and it hurts, it hurts. it’s like a great beaming light flooding in from somewhere far away where it’s graveled and cold and distant. I don’t love him, they don’t love me, and it’s cold and my clothing is starched and pale and it drags past my fingers, and i slump along like nothing’s wrong but every moment i am chocking on the ashes of my rebirth.
there was a dog named spot and the dog had spots. the dog dug spots all over the backyard of the house he lived at. his doggy bed had spots, colorful spots.
in the place of longondone. the spot of heaven was reached. There once was a lady from nantucket. no that’s not right. geez. good golly miss molly. the dalmations. no that’s not right either. I think of coffee spills because that would be pretty radtacular. hmmm.
quand il y a un spot on the wall, comme toute le monde a dit. mai apne spot on the wall par kuch nahin karna chahata hun. all of the tower of babel was contained in that spot on the wall. and now I can’t stop thinking about that spot on the wall since the archives all talk about spots on the wall.
shirt with a spot it drives me crazy..I want to wash it but it dosent comes off I think im going to put it on the laundry again….next time I wont wear my white ahirt when I eat ice cream ..chocolate flavor that is.
i see a spot on the floor, how did it get there? Was it from someone last night, or was it me? This spot is huge and dark red.
Spot the dog was really cute. I pet him and he wagged his tail. This is a very juvenile writing piece.
there was a spot on the windshield that she stared at while he spoke.
“I just don’t love you anymore… I wish that I did, but I can’t pretend any longer.”
The tears ran down her face.
i was spot on oh yes i was thinking she would want to live with me. i dont though i think she would be a bit high maintanence but who knows i shall see. the spot on her dress was wonderful i hope it goes i wish. i want to leave this room now , it smells like old food.
a spot on a wall. one tiny, little, insignificant spot. that’s what i saw in front of me. on the wall. i went to touch it…to see what it was. thats when i realized it was a laser and a 50. caliber bullet was about to penetrate my skull and blow every last brain cell all over the wall, all because of one little spot.
I’ve always dreamed about finding my spot in the world, the reason why I’m here…destiny?
I spot her in my peripheral, gazing at me from afar, I wonder will she day hello? or will she keep the introduction ajar
She walked into the bedroom, pausing beside the bed before gently sitting. Her eyes drifted over the motel’s tobacco stained walls, longing for solace. The bare bulb over the sink shone upon an almost unbelievably stark scene. “Mom”, came a sniffle from the bedsheets, “We’re in a hell of a spot, aren’t we??” “Yes, baby girl”, she replied. Tiny shards of reality were piercing her teenage daughter.
I heard the sound, but it took a moment to process, to understand what the sound was. But it wasn’t until I saw the spot of blood appear on his chest that I understood the sound was a gunshot and he was the victim.
see spot run. why is his name spot anyway? seriously- is that just so that kids can remember his name? you would think that a name like fluffy or something descriptive would be easier for a child to remember. or maybe spot the dog was a dalmation. i guess that would make a little bit more sense then because then it would be descriptive
dog
spotting things in front of my eyes, flashes of such a bright brilliant life that i’m on the brink of and if i stare into the sun and get a glimpse of my future, in between those spots are you and me.
there are so many things that i want to tell you, i just don’t know where to begin and who to tell it to. but you’re there. you’re always on that same spot.what will happen
spotting things in front of my eyes, flashes of such a bright brilliant life that i’m on the brink of and if i stare into the sun and get a glimpse of my future, in between those spots are you and me.
out out damned spot, that’s what she said, the woman, the one between me and my true glory. there is not glory in death, they say– she never did listen. now she rings her hands, and how she’s learned her lesson now; the spot never comes off.
She’d earned this spot. Really, truly earned it. So why was that so hard to believe? Part of her preferred to think that there was favoritism involved, that she couldn’t really do it.
spots are on dalmations
they clutter the sky
good spots to sit at the beach
bad bruised spots on apples
there are long spots like ovals
and small ones on ladybugs
dot dot dot
spot spot spot
spot on my screen spot on my face spots on my dog spots on my clothes spots on the cows spots on my nose spots on the wall spots on the floor spots spots down the hall im rhyming about spots this was an accident ohh spots spots spots how i hate thee, go away. clean yourself
my dog spot. a great dog he was. always had fleas though, never could get rid of those things.
the spot speckled the white bedspread. it was her first time. she didnt know what to do. she felt she was in love. but really what is love? did she even know? did anyone even know? she had to clean the spot before her mother noticed and knew what happened
ilove spots. they are very nice. they remind me dalmations. Spots are very appealingt to the world. it is like a tease because they are generally very small. spots, stops.
The Dalmatian. Face of a society. Face of a hero. Red. Blood red, fire truck red. Spots of flames. Spots where they’ve burned holes in pictures and homes. In families. Families have holes, sometimes. Sometimes hearts have them, too. But you cannot possibly hurt if you weren’t whole to begin with.
My favorite spot to think is in the shower.
spot on the wall, see spot run, saddest movie ever ia ctually don’t really erememebr it to weel but i remember it being sweeet and kind, a spot can say so mcuh a spot on a shirt can say, slob! a spot on the wall can say dead bug perhaps? a spot on the sheets… uh oh dirty boy! a spot on a dog can be cute there are so many different sorts of things i spot can say
There was a spot on the wall. It wasn’t anything you would think of, nothing ordinary. Twas a spot of gold. Golden slumber and golden bustle. In seeing the spot you would underestimate it. Still it’s everything you ever dreamed of, right before your eyes… In a little golden world.
seee the spots runn
watch them spiiinnnn around the rooooom
watch the floor spiiiiin beneath your head
your hair falls into your face
hope it doesn’t fall
into your face
when you’re throwing up in the toilet.
the drop of color wound it’s way through the water
starting as one tiny speck. one spot
it expands
outward
twisting and weaving elegantly
as if an artist was guiding it
one little spot
There was a spot on the
the spots on the walls are like the spots on the floor and the cracks on the floor in the wood on the ground in cement, there are cracks in cement because even the strongest things break like my heart like my bones like my mind and i wonder sometimes, i wonder if i’m going insane. i am seeing spots.
There was a spot underneath the ramp to our classroom where i sat at recess. Cool, and dark. I would collect small knobby twigs and small patchworked pebbles that reminded me of myself and keep them in a line under the ramp. Where me and my little family were safe from the other children’s stares.
the drop of color wound it’s way through the water
starting as one tiny speck. one spot
it expands
outward
twisting and weaving elegantly
as if an artist was guiding it
one little spot
spot is cool.
we used to run around with him
in my other life
i never actually owned a dog named spot.
i just have a lazy dog named daisy.
but i love her.
i love you.bh
and you too.