Nothing will stick in my brain,
My thoughts run down the drain like blood in Hitchcock’s Psycho.
I am thinking bloody murder, at my inner turmoil.
Slowly these thoughts of anger leave, and I am left with only lingering regret.
He killed the man with a stick, sounds pretty stupid when you say it like that but so does almost anything in the mind of a madman. Bury him later, have dinner first, keep the stick it worked well. Give it a girls name perhaps, thats what soldiers do with their guns in the movies right?
Stick in the mud. That’s what she called me. Who does she think she is, calling me that? I’ll show her. I’ll show her how an old “stick” really acts. She’ll beg me to be myself by the time i’m done with her. She’ll see. She’ll see how really needs to change.
stick. a stick of butter? a stick off a tree? what kind of stick? but right now, as is, the tress are covered with snow. because its winter. and christmas is only nine days away. not that that has anything to do with sticks, but thats where my mind lead me.
“I’ll stick with you to the end,” you told me – that was a while ago. “Like glue,” you said.
And now of course you’re going back on your word. It’s kinda like you’re forgetting your promise, only you haven’t really; you’re cancelling it, in a way.
“Bye.”
A whisper, then you’re gone.
Andora
the dog catches it. wants it. a stick of deoderant. stick of candy, or honey. just stick it out, you can make it through. stick skinny? not the best form, in my opinion. stick-iness is always interesting. STUCK
Stick
to it
with it
against it
for it
stick it
with a stick
and just over all
stick it out
you made the commitment
stick with it
or at least
next to it
until you ride it out
over the fields
and through the sky
before you just fall out of the tree
like a stick.
Stick in the mud. That should be my middle name, hyphenated: Stick-in-the-mud. It could be like a throwback to my Indian heritage or something like that, something that hipsters would do. I’ve always been a stick in the mud, so it seems very fitting. And self-deprecating. Hipsters are self-deprecating, right?
Erica
Stick to what? I am actually stuck and I don’t know why, maybe I don’t have to know why
Fabio
of gum
off a tree
on the back of post it notes
candy
static of plastic
to walk with
shelly
I drew in the dirt with the stick, my breathing shallow and quiet, trying to preserve the moment. I took his hand and stared out into the water. I felt his gentle pulse through his skin. It was official. I let someone tear down my wall, and I was in love.
the dog catches it. wants it. a stick of deoderant. stick of candy, or honey. just stick it out, you can make it through. stick skinny? not the best form, in my opinion. stick-iness is always interesting. STUCK
Courtney
My dog loves when we spend the afternoon at the park. He can sniff everything and always comes home with his favourite stick. It often gets chewed to bits then forgotten the next time we go to the park.
Robyn Bardgett
I wish I could keep a single idea long enough. I wish I could do anything but bounce from idea to idea, inspiring others. I wish I wasn’t so scatterbrained. I just want to stick to something, be able to craft it myself rather than depend on others. It makes me feel useless, weak…when all I want to do is be strong and be able to fend for myself.
Candy canes all in a row, shaped like cheery little curved canes. Almost like sticks.
Blood red and cream, they bring me back to my childhood. A cooling menthol, a sweet taste.
Nothing could be better.
i had this stick and it was mine to do wth what wanted.
i could have reached out and help save someone
I could have given it to an old man to help him walk
i could have held it up to give directions
this stick was mine to do with what I wanted
i stabbed myself with it.
jbl
jodi l
He held within his hand a stick. He began to lift his hand higher and higher above his large frame. And he struck! Yes, he hit the man so hard that his own frame looked as if it was dead. So, he lay there and began to shake helplessly.
Gantt Carter
I scout my snowy lawn to find the perfectly symmetrical pair of sticks for my snowman…. I find them, they`re PERFECT!!!
I walked through the underbrush. Insane, I thought, to look for a single stick in among the woods, but it would be there – had to be there. Inside the simple hollow, plastic-cored length of wood was the key that would unlock the next clue to what promised to be all the money I’d ever need.
The stick was long and rough, but it was the only thing that could help me at the moment. I needed to start the fire, I was cold and it was dark. I took my match and lit it, causing the darkness to go away for a bit. I let it touch the stick and it became engulfed by the fire. I was happy. I was about to get my fire and hopefully help will come soon.
in the mud. stick straight hair. stick is not stuck.. being stuck.. you gotta stick to your guns to get out of tyhe place of stuck.. stick of gum.. once you stick you gotta stick. i like the sound of a really dry twig that cracks.. a stick crack.. if you back goes out you can use a long stick to walk with among the short sticks in the woods.
sean
Stick..uh, hm. I once stuck a thumb tack into my wrist…I haven’t hurt myself since. I hope that sticks around.
Anonymous
I picked up the stick and swung it. I swung it at the tree. At the people walking by. I swung it at the bitch laying on the floor. She stood up and barked, reared on her legs and snapped at it. I cried for days about that dog. I threw the stick over the fence and never looked for it again. I found the dog again; she had forgotten me. Forgotten the stick. I was much older now.
EGGS
My boss has one stuck up his butt at all times, it seems. It may need to be surgically removed. With extended recovery time. Maybe a medically induced coma just to be safe.
Jennie
sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. i tried to believe that, as i shouted it down to the bully calling me names. but i thought words, sticks and stones all hurt when they were used to hurt.
stick.tree stick? Hum. I dunno. Wha about the stick? O.o
anonymous
stick with it, stick with the stick ball .. whacking pinattas with sticks .. sticks covered in think green moss laying on the forest floor with banana slugs and mist hanging in the air like in the red woods of northern california .. stick .. sticky .. gum on your shoe sole .. stick a fork in it: done! stickers!
allison
What’s long, brown and sticky? A Stick. Corny and lame jokes make me think of you and that makes me smile, cause I love your jokes and your whole sense of humor. Don’t be so shy about potentially telling lame jokes, lame is subjective and your humor is sincere so run with it.
many things stick– post it notes, glue, tape, but the things that stick most are the things that my teachers teach me at school.Not the good,nice teachers,but the rotten,mean ones…….they inspire me to do whatever I can to not end up making a bad impression on kids,like they did to me.
Aaron sorkin says, when you get famous, or when you hit it big, you walk a little taller and you carry a bigger stick. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t need one, or better yet, would be able to keep it concealed better. Then again, who sincerely wants unbridled fame? Ok, I’m sure there are a few, but me? I’m ok with being Derek Fisher. I’ll play next to Kobe… just make sure I get a ring or 5 out of it.
I can’t stick to anything. I can’t commit. It may be because I’m indecisive or unmotivated. (I was indecisive with this entry. I thought, stick, like a stamp… or like, stick, like a small piece of wood?) it’s an odd word, actually. I hate going blank.
I felt like a stick in the mud. Nowhere to go, and stuck helplessly alone in the middle of this terrible situation. Let alone my current disposition, the mud seems to go on for miles. Should I just sink?
The Believer
stick to what you know. if you know how to stick, then stick to that. stick it to a man or stick it to THE man, it doesn’t matter. grab a stick, walk with it, then leave it where it will stick and it will surely be missed. stick and stone may break a bone but a word will hurt the most.
I am stuck to you for ever and ever
It does not matter whether I like you or not
I am stuck to you
You are stuck to me
Let’s stick together
It’s the only way out
ok?
Morrica
I used to play stick ball in the street as a kid. I remember all the kids on our block choosing up sides and setting bases. This tree is first base, that manhole cover is second and the sycamore over there is third. Home plate is this pillow. I could swing that stick like no body’s business. I couldn’t necessaril hit the ball that often but I remember having such a good time.
Janet
Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
-Lady Gaga
Nothing will stick in my brain,
My thoughts run down the drain like blood in Hitchcock’s Psycho.
I am thinking bloody murder, at my inner turmoil.
Slowly these thoughts of anger leave, and I am left with only lingering regret.
He killed the man with a stick, sounds pretty stupid when you say it like that but so does almost anything in the mind of a madman. Bury him later, have dinner first, keep the stick it worked well. Give it a girls name perhaps, thats what soldiers do with their guns in the movies right?
Stick in the mud. That’s what she called me. Who does she think she is, calling me that? I’ll show her. I’ll show her how an old “stick” really acts. She’ll beg me to be myself by the time i’m done with her. She’ll see. She’ll see how really needs to change.
stick. a stick of butter? a stick off a tree? what kind of stick? but right now, as is, the tress are covered with snow. because its winter. and christmas is only nine days away. not that that has anything to do with sticks, but thats where my mind lead me.
“I’ll stick with you to the end,” you told me – that was a while ago. “Like glue,” you said.
And now of course you’re going back on your word. It’s kinda like you’re forgetting your promise, only you haven’t really; you’re cancelling it, in a way.
“Bye.”
A whisper, then you’re gone.
the dog catches it. wants it. a stick of deoderant. stick of candy, or honey. just stick it out, you can make it through. stick skinny? not the best form, in my opinion. stick-iness is always interesting. STUCK
Stick
to it
with it
against it
for it
stick it
with a stick
and just over all
stick it out
you made the commitment
stick with it
or at least
next to it
until you ride it out
over the fields
and through the sky
before you just fall out of the tree
like a stick.
Stick in the mud. That should be my middle name, hyphenated: Stick-in-the-mud. It could be like a throwback to my Indian heritage or something like that, something that hipsters would do. I’ve always been a stick in the mud, so it seems very fitting. And self-deprecating. Hipsters are self-deprecating, right?
Stick to what? I am actually stuck and I don’t know why, maybe I don’t have to know why
of gum
off a tree
on the back of post it notes
candy
static of plastic
to walk with
I drew in the dirt with the stick, my breathing shallow and quiet, trying to preserve the moment. I took his hand and stared out into the water. I felt his gentle pulse through his skin. It was official. I let someone tear down my wall, and I was in love.
the dog catches it. wants it. a stick of deoderant. stick of candy, or honey. just stick it out, you can make it through. stick skinny? not the best form, in my opinion. stick-iness is always interesting. STUCK
My dog loves when we spend the afternoon at the park. He can sniff everything and always comes home with his favourite stick. It often gets chewed to bits then forgotten the next time we go to the park.
I wish I could keep a single idea long enough. I wish I could do anything but bounce from idea to idea, inspiring others. I wish I wasn’t so scatterbrained. I just want to stick to something, be able to craft it myself rather than depend on others. It makes me feel useless, weak…when all I want to do is be strong and be able to fend for myself.
Candy canes all in a row, shaped like cheery little curved canes. Almost like sticks.
Blood red and cream, they bring me back to my childhood. A cooling menthol, a sweet taste.
Nothing could be better.
i had this stick and it was mine to do wth what wanted.
i could have reached out and help save someone
I could have given it to an old man to help him walk
i could have held it up to give directions
this stick was mine to do with what I wanted
i stabbed myself with it.
jbl
He held within his hand a stick. He began to lift his hand higher and higher above his large frame. And he struck! Yes, he hit the man so hard that his own frame looked as if it was dead. So, he lay there and began to shake helplessly.
I scout my snowy lawn to find the perfectly symmetrical pair of sticks for my snowman…. I find them, they`re PERFECT!!!
I walked through the underbrush. Insane, I thought, to look for a single stick in among the woods, but it would be there – had to be there. Inside the simple hollow, plastic-cored length of wood was the key that would unlock the next clue to what promised to be all the money I’d ever need.
I scout my snowy lawn to find the perfectly symmetrical pair of sticks for my snowman…. I find them,they`re PERFECT!!!
The stick was long and rough, but it was the only thing that could help me at the moment. I needed to start the fire, I was cold and it was dark. I took my match and lit it, causing the darkness to go away for a bit. I let it touch the stick and it became engulfed by the fire. I was happy. I was about to get my fire and hopefully help will come soon.
together. stuck.
in the mud. stick straight hair. stick is not stuck.. being stuck.. you gotta stick to your guns to get out of tyhe place of stuck.. stick of gum.. once you stick you gotta stick. i like the sound of a really dry twig that cracks.. a stick crack.. if you back goes out you can use a long stick to walk with among the short sticks in the woods.
Stick..uh, hm. I once stuck a thumb tack into my wrist…I haven’t hurt myself since. I hope that sticks around.
I picked up the stick and swung it. I swung it at the tree. At the people walking by. I swung it at the bitch laying on the floor. She stood up and barked, reared on her legs and snapped at it. I cried for days about that dog. I threw the stick over the fence and never looked for it again. I found the dog again; she had forgotten me. Forgotten the stick. I was much older now.
My boss has one stuck up his butt at all times, it seems. It may need to be surgically removed. With extended recovery time. Maybe a medically induced coma just to be safe.
sticks and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. i tried to believe that, as i shouted it down to the bully calling me names. but i thought words, sticks and stones all hurt when they were used to hurt.
stick.tree stick? Hum. I dunno. Wha about the stick? O.o
stick with it, stick with the stick ball .. whacking pinattas with sticks .. sticks covered in think green moss laying on the forest floor with banana slugs and mist hanging in the air like in the red woods of northern california .. stick .. sticky .. gum on your shoe sole .. stick a fork in it: done! stickers!
What’s long, brown and sticky? A Stick. Corny and lame jokes make me think of you and that makes me smile, cause I love your jokes and your whole sense of humor. Don’t be so shy about potentially telling lame jokes, lame is subjective and your humor is sincere so run with it.
A stick in the mud, that’s all I am. Just a stick in the mud..
many things stick– post it notes, glue, tape, but the things that stick most are the things that my teachers teach me at school.Not the good,nice teachers,but the rotten,mean ones…….they inspire me to do whatever I can to not end up making a bad impression on kids,like they did to me.
Aaron sorkin says, when you get famous, or when you hit it big, you walk a little taller and you carry a bigger stick. I’d like to think that I wouldn’t need one, or better yet, would be able to keep it concealed better. Then again, who sincerely wants unbridled fame? Ok, I’m sure there are a few, but me? I’m ok with being Derek Fisher. I’ll play next to Kobe… just make sure I get a ring or 5 out of it.
I can’t stick to anything. I can’t commit. It may be because I’m indecisive or unmotivated. (I was indecisive with this entry. I thought, stick, like a stamp… or like, stick, like a small piece of wood?) it’s an odd word, actually. I hate going blank.
I felt like a stick in the mud. Nowhere to go, and stuck helplessly alone in the middle of this terrible situation. Let alone my current disposition, the mud seems to go on for miles. Should I just sink?
stick to what you know. if you know how to stick, then stick to that. stick it to a man or stick it to THE man, it doesn’t matter. grab a stick, walk with it, then leave it where it will stick and it will surely be missed. stick and stone may break a bone but a word will hurt the most.
I am stuck to you for ever and ever
It does not matter whether I like you or not
I am stuck to you
You are stuck to me
Let’s stick together
It’s the only way out
ok?
I used to play stick ball in the street as a kid. I remember all the kids on our block choosing up sides and setting bases. This tree is first base, that manhole cover is second and the sycamore over there is third. Home plate is this pillow. I could swing that stick like no body’s business. I couldn’t necessaril hit the ball that often but I remember having such a good time.
Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick. I wanna take a ride on your disco stick.
-Lady Gaga
I once had a stick
I threw it at my puppy
then, I lost my stick
-an original haiku.
stick another stick and stickball