a whole lot of stuff put into one big pile or “stack”, a lotta shit in one place, a pig ole pile of money, stacks on stacks on stacks, yah heard?
Seanymil
The lobster crates were stacked on the dock. Red mottled claws could be seen here and there poking out through the wooden slats. The two ships teeter tottered with the tide.
forsythpark
stacks of newspapers done up in twine. stacks of city sky scrapers. stacks of pancakes, I like mine with syrup on the side. I hate it when the syrup gets too messy in the stacckksss of pancakes. and speaking of pancakes, I can’t eat a stack. short stuff, short stack. stacks of bills, stacks of debt. all past due.
Jill
i got money to blow
like lil wayne
bags of dat green
paperclipped
stacks
stackz
pancakes
double stack
with butter
and syrup
seerup
not suhrup
get it right
k
yum
Joe Jacobs
stacks of papers
stacks of books
stacks of random items
stacks of art supplies
we really need to get this office organized
Books, papers, all of them came in stacks. But what were they but stacks themselves? Words stacked on words to make sentences. Sentences stacked into paragraphs. Paragraphs into pictures and pictures into stories. We layer things, create deeper meanings. We show you the world in many tones and colors and it all starts out with a stroke of the keys, a single word on paper. Stacked.
Paper is a really cool thing, my friends and i stole stacks and stacks and stacks of it last year because our school district was dumb enough to keep several pallets of it just lying around in an area where we really have the supreme control. My friend has something like 30 reams at his house… Man i miss those days, we don’t do it so much anymore. I don’t really know what else to say, I love Alex Bush in stacks… but she doesn’t seem to feel the same, and i reallly like Izzy, so i guess that’ll just be that for now… I guess i’ll survive. I may even enjoy it.
Harry
stacks. stacks of what? crackers? cookies? coins? papers?
a stack could signify hungry, satisfaction, wealth, or work.
which stack is in your life?
Alexandra
The stacks of knowledge in my little brain survived! I can’t believe I made it through Biology!! *VERY HAPPY*
Bunches of things, one on top of another, in rows and columns and buildings. In an unorganized, yet know-where-mostly-everything is sort of fashion. Really, it depends on what it is that one is ‘stacking’ as to how organized it appears.
Allie F
There were stacks of them, all around. The world had never seemed so big to the small town girl. Trains, cars, wheels. Piles of picture, mountains of opportunity. She had no idea that her old grandpa had been hiding such a treasure away for so long… Even at such a young age she felt the need to be somewhere… else. Somewhere more. To explore.
Benny
Stacks of paper filled the room as I dived into it’s never ending pool. Where did all this paper come from? Was this some sort of office prank, I laughed a little, and jumped into the paper, doing the unexpected. It overfilled the room with things of paper. What the hell?
Stacks of paper everywhere. The room held a genius. No one else could possibly navigate through the towers of papers, but he knew exactly where everything was. He had a whole stack of papers dedicated to notes about his dreams.
Colleen
there is a rapper named stack bundles and i am not a fan . when the children go tricke treating they are going to have stacks of candy . that is if they take them out of the pile and pile them up…i am not so passionate about stacking money…i am obbsessed with stacking remarkable days of funy play
stacks of paper on the desk stacks of paper in the cabinet waiting to be sorted i dont think they will ever be looked at. they are overwhelming me. I need to do some spring cleaning. stacks of everything. stacks of negative thoughts stacks of old memories. stacks anew.
Erin Looped
stacks of coins, stacks o fletters waiting to be sent to the friends, enemies, family, former lovers. stacks of joy and stacks of tear, stacks of tea and stacks of boats. sitting, waiting for you to dream something up about them. theyre lovely int heir tragically solitary way.they stand alone but by definition that’s what theyre meant to do. is it lonely? is it all you wanted it to be? can you hear me?
Abbie
There were stacks and stacks of books. she felt as if she was drowning and couldn’t ever claw her way out. Never in her life had she felt so lost or broken. everything she had worked so hard for seemed to be falling apart right in her hands. Crumbling like sand through a sand glass.
Andrea
stacks are books one on top of the other sitting on a book self waiting to be taken off and read one by one. stacks are papers on on top of each other each carefully read or written waiting to fill someones mind with wonders that are written upon the them.
Taylor
Stacks of paper line up on the beige carpet floor. Haphazard. Or organized chaos, as I fondly call it. This is my school work, meandering English and precise equations.
Stacks of photos line the halls. None of them have frames, but one day they will. That will be a good day.
Eddie
Books. Are we supposed to write a sentence? I am confused, anyway, it makes me think of stacks of books. Reading is awesome. I hear all the cool kids are reading these days. You should try it. It’s all the rage. Really. Hope on the crazy train and grab a stack of books…
Addison
When I was in Oregon, there were a bunch of smoking hipsters in lawn chairs selling t-shirts that came from their friends’ independent brand. They said they were only found in Japan and Europe normally. $5 later I bought a t-shirt that shrunk to a baby size and now I hold on to only because it reminds me of waterfalls and good coffee and old movie theaters.
There was a stack of papers so high that people would come from all over to see it. No one knew how it got there or why it was located in such a tiny town. But it was our piece of history. Someone burned it.
Mike
stacks of books on a shelf, stack of money in my vault, stacks of problems, piles of shit. My soccer team is stacked. That is a lot of stacks. Sounds like slacks, stacks of slacks–I’ll have a stack of slacks please. Make them stylish or else what’s the point?
kaitlin
Stacks of newspapers lined the halls of the old mans apartment. He started hording them since before I can remember. “Might need them for something someday” he always said.
Athena
Stacks
like a cereal brand, piled towers
hiding a fort of giggles and ceramic pillows
Collapsible memories
I swallowed down to finish
building myself
Vida Shi
stacks of books and magazines. when i move out of here, they would be the heaviest stuff. i don’t have so many clothes, so…what am i to do to go with them?
kaorita
One word. thats all I heard. It ended everything we had, it shattered my world. I had no idea it would be this bad. “Bye”
Kariann
stack of paper sticky notes
Stacks of dildos, sticky hos
Stacks of Marshalls, icky notes
Sacks of books, awesome and totes.
Running out of time getting writers block
silent hill music is scary.
Found a loophole,
now I have more time
But I’m out of ideas
and I wanna make it rhyme.
If someone out there
makes this a song
then you’re really high
probably from a bong.
One word: STacks
I have stacks of tons of stuff in my basement because I never clean it
I wanna make it clean though, maybe next month I’ll do that. The end.
the stories are stacked up high, their fingertips reaching out– far
the eyes staring out into the unseen
to the world of the bizarre
“let’s try to sing to the stars”
i think: what ever do you mean?
i saw stacks of weapons against the wall threatening to attack me any second. footfalls became lounder down the darkened tunnel. i had no idea what my plan was. hide? fight? surrender? my choices were slim. but doable. i worked with what i had. weapons were of pleanty, so i sorted through them.
sheri
I run across the rooftops, fleeing the chasing pack. Anyone looking up towards the chimney stacks would not see the slim, balletic dark-skinned youth who played in my mind but an out-of-breath, overweight white guy clutching an inhaler in one hand and his diminishing future in another.
Stacks of paper suck when they fall on you. But what sucks even more is when something even bigger than stacks falls on you. I can’t think of anything anymore. like elephants, maybe. that would suck a lot more if a big giant African elephant fell on you. But the worst would be a stack of big giant African elephants falling on you.
Chris Stevens
i was tired. homework was crazy and i had stacks of books piled beside me.
Belle
books…ambition towards erudition. knowledge and time. That is what I think of when I think of stacks. a library, a book shop or a friend’s house etcetra.
catherine
stack of papers
on my desk.
too much to do
what a mess.
i’m losing my mind.
out of time.
falling deep.
i cant see.
stacks of papers.
a whole lot of stuff put into one big pile or “stack”, a lotta shit in one place, a pig ole pile of money, stacks on stacks on stacks, yah heard?
The lobster crates were stacked on the dock. Red mottled claws could be seen here and there poking out through the wooden slats. The two ships teeter tottered with the tide.
stacks of newspapers done up in twine. stacks of city sky scrapers. stacks of pancakes, I like mine with syrup on the side. I hate it when the syrup gets too messy in the stacckksss of pancakes. and speaking of pancakes, I can’t eat a stack. short stuff, short stack. stacks of bills, stacks of debt. all past due.
i got money to blow
like lil wayne
bags of dat green
paperclipped
stacks
stackz
pancakes
double stack
with butter
and syrup
seerup
not suhrup
get it right
k
yum
stacks of papers
stacks of books
stacks of random items
stacks of art supplies
we really need to get this office organized
Books, papers, all of them came in stacks. But what were they but stacks themselves? Words stacked on words to make sentences. Sentences stacked into paragraphs. Paragraphs into pictures and pictures into stories. We layer things, create deeper meanings. We show you the world in many tones and colors and it all starts out with a stroke of the keys, a single word on paper. Stacked.
Paper is a really cool thing, my friends and i stole stacks and stacks and stacks of it last year because our school district was dumb enough to keep several pallets of it just lying around in an area where we really have the supreme control. My friend has something like 30 reams at his house… Man i miss those days, we don’t do it so much anymore. I don’t really know what else to say, I love Alex Bush in stacks… but she doesn’t seem to feel the same, and i reallly like Izzy, so i guess that’ll just be that for now… I guess i’ll survive. I may even enjoy it.
stacks. stacks of what? crackers? cookies? coins? papers?
a stack could signify hungry, satisfaction, wealth, or work.
which stack is in your life?
The stacks of knowledge in my little brain survived! I can’t believe I made it through Biology!! *VERY HAPPY*
Bunches of things, one on top of another, in rows and columns and buildings. In an unorganized, yet know-where-mostly-everything is sort of fashion. Really, it depends on what it is that one is ‘stacking’ as to how organized it appears.
There were stacks of them, all around. The world had never seemed so big to the small town girl. Trains, cars, wheels. Piles of picture, mountains of opportunity. She had no idea that her old grandpa had been hiding such a treasure away for so long… Even at such a young age she felt the need to be somewhere… else. Somewhere more. To explore.
Stacks of paper filled the room as I dived into it’s never ending pool. Where did all this paper come from? Was this some sort of office prank, I laughed a little, and jumped into the paper, doing the unexpected. It overfilled the room with things of paper. What the hell?
Stacks of paper everywhere. The room held a genius. No one else could possibly navigate through the towers of papers, but he knew exactly where everything was. He had a whole stack of papers dedicated to notes about his dreams.
there is a rapper named stack bundles and i am not a fan . when the children go tricke treating they are going to have stacks of candy . that is if they take them out of the pile and pile them up…i am not so passionate about stacking money…i am obbsessed with stacking remarkable days of funy play
stacks of paper on the desk stacks of paper in the cabinet waiting to be sorted i dont think they will ever be looked at. they are overwhelming me. I need to do some spring cleaning. stacks of everything. stacks of negative thoughts stacks of old memories. stacks anew.
stacks of coins, stacks o fletters waiting to be sent to the friends, enemies, family, former lovers. stacks of joy and stacks of tear, stacks of tea and stacks of boats. sitting, waiting for you to dream something up about them. theyre lovely int heir tragically solitary way.they stand alone but by definition that’s what theyre meant to do. is it lonely? is it all you wanted it to be? can you hear me?
There were stacks and stacks of books. she felt as if she was drowning and couldn’t ever claw her way out. Never in her life had she felt so lost or broken. everything she had worked so hard for seemed to be falling apart right in her hands. Crumbling like sand through a sand glass.
stacks are books one on top of the other sitting on a book self waiting to be taken off and read one by one. stacks are papers on on top of each other each carefully read or written waiting to fill someones mind with wonders that are written upon the them.
Stacks of paper line up on the beige carpet floor. Haphazard. Or organized chaos, as I fondly call it. This is my school work, meandering English and precise equations.
Stacks of photos line the halls. None of them have frames, but one day they will. That will be a good day.
Books. Are we supposed to write a sentence? I am confused, anyway, it makes me think of stacks of books. Reading is awesome. I hear all the cool kids are reading these days. You should try it. It’s all the rage. Really. Hope on the crazy train and grab a stack of books…
When I was in Oregon, there were a bunch of smoking hipsters in lawn chairs selling t-shirts that came from their friends’ independent brand. They said they were only found in Japan and Europe normally. $5 later I bought a t-shirt that shrunk to a baby size and now I hold on to only because it reminds me of waterfalls and good coffee and old movie theaters.
There was a stack of papers so high that people would come from all over to see it. No one knew how it got there or why it was located in such a tiny town. But it was our piece of history. Someone burned it.
stacks of books on a shelf, stack of money in my vault, stacks of problems, piles of shit. My soccer team is stacked. That is a lot of stacks. Sounds like slacks, stacks of slacks–I’ll have a stack of slacks please. Make them stylish or else what’s the point?
Stacks of newspapers lined the halls of the old mans apartment. He started hording them since before I can remember. “Might need them for something someday” he always said.
Stacks
like a cereal brand, piled towers
hiding a fort of giggles and ceramic pillows
Collapsible memories
I swallowed down to finish
building myself
stacks of books and magazines. when i move out of here, they would be the heaviest stuff. i don’t have so many clothes, so…what am i to do to go with them?
One word. thats all I heard. It ended everything we had, it shattered my world. I had no idea it would be this bad. “Bye”
stack of paper sticky notes
Stacks of dildos, sticky hos
Stacks of Marshalls, icky notes
Sacks of books, awesome and totes.
Running out of time getting writers block
silent hill music is scary.
Found a loophole,
now I have more time
But I’m out of ideas
and I wanna make it rhyme.
If someone out there
makes this a song
then you’re really high
probably from a bong.
One word: STacks
I have stacks of tons of stuff in my basement because I never clean it
I wanna make it clean though, maybe next month I’ll do that. The end.
I love Marshall………Marshall stacks my friend.
piles upon piles
of papers
outline my life.
stacks
of bits and pieces
define who I am.
highlighting
the dilemma
I currently face.
the stories are stacked up high, their fingertips reaching out– far
the eyes staring out into the unseen
to the world of the bizarre
“let’s try to sing to the stars”
i think: what ever do you mean?
i saw stacks of weapons against the wall threatening to attack me any second. footfalls became lounder down the darkened tunnel. i had no idea what my plan was. hide? fight? surrender? my choices were slim. but doable. i worked with what i had. weapons were of pleanty, so i sorted through them.
I run across the rooftops, fleeing the chasing pack. Anyone looking up towards the chimney stacks would not see the slim, balletic dark-skinned youth who played in my mind but an out-of-breath, overweight white guy clutching an inhaler in one hand and his diminishing future in another.
“Jump ya big eejit”.
Stacks of paper suck when they fall on you. But what sucks even more is when something even bigger than stacks falls on you. I can’t think of anything anymore. like elephants, maybe. that would suck a lot more if a big giant African elephant fell on you. But the worst would be a stack of big giant African elephants falling on you.
i was tired. homework was crazy and i had stacks of books piled beside me.
books…ambition towards erudition. knowledge and time. That is what I think of when I think of stacks. a library, a book shop or a friend’s house etcetra.
stack of papers
on my desk.
too much to do
what a mess.
i’m losing my mind.
out of time.
falling deep.
i cant see.
stacks of papers.
stacks of fun stacks of pancakes stacks of love stacks of cards stacks and stacks and stacks of stuff stacks on stacks of packets haystacks
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