Highly strung
You have become
I take the road
‘Cause you have won
I try my luck
I take it back
You keep him heckled
You strike my back.
Aaron
i’m strung from atop this building. i have no choice but to jump and let go. i want to do this. i need a release. you forced me into this, and i can’t dig myself out.
something that happens when you are dealing with drugs. Drugs are the number one reason this world is falling apart.
joseph kuperberg
He strung the guitar one last time, finishing the song he wrote and composed himself. There was a moment of silence before the crowd stood up and applauded him. He had never felt so connected to every single person in the crowd before.
A mahogany violin lay on the table. It was very old now strung loose. But music was still there.
Becky
out. Stress rides us for so much of our lives. Its a miracle how some people make it past their 50s. strung out between so many things. being in college, I have to think about grades, social relationships, family relationships, and professional relationships, always making that next connection to a potential future.
ryan
brightly-colored wooden beads on pale sun-bleached hemp.
marshmallows and cranberries on red Christmas thread.
your voice. my patience
a plucked cord
vibrating with tension
a single droplet of sound.
Ananda Kavanagh
She couldn’t help feeling strung along by the self-confident man who led her through the winding rows of frilly dresses and low-cut tops. If this was her form of rebellion, she was a very tame person indeed.
jackie
The string of the guitar has been strung. And the song started. Beautiful rhythm and music filled the room and the people couldn’t help themselves but dance. Lost in the sound. It was an expression of the right now, not to be captured, not to be saved, but to just be enjoyed.
I feel this way many times. I compare this word with the idea of “strung out.’ I am too “strung out” to do my work well. Also, I feel it is the past participle of the verb to string. I have strung the lights up.
Peggy Baggett
a time, a place, not here. she had a string of problems facing her, she couldn’t go back to jack and she couldn’t face tori. how was she mean’t to go on when she didn’t have her most loved ones behind her?
Siobhan mc Fadden
Someone strung the string… The string. THE string. Of my heart.
It still swings…
I’m all strung-out on wishing,
eyes bloodshot from the lack of rest
because my heart doesn’t stop beating and my mind doesn’t stop racing
even though I’ve told myself to get over you.
Strung out across the lawn were his clothes, shoes, books, and anything else he brought into my home. I knew he cheated and i never wanted to see his face again. However, i knew he got his things, for the next morning, my lawn was clean and there was a note taped to my door.
Jenna
The string broke in the middle of the first act.
“Uhm… I don’t have any extras..,” Damien said, trying desperately to fix his violin.
“IMPROVISE!” the director yelled, waving his baton wildly in the air. “Just… use some tape or something..”
I had a lot of pencils strung together with gummy bears. When before I knew it, I had a mile of pencils and gummy bears. Too bad I did this in the woods. This offended both the trees and the bears.
The other band mates were loudly imbibing in booze, pot and coke, pickling their livers and brains in preparation for the final show of the four-city tour. Chisel Tharrington looked on broodingly as he strung his guitar, knowing this would be the last time he’d play with Cerebral Hemorrhage.
I’m strung out on my dreams. They all feel so real. Now I’m looking around with doubt clouding my vision. I haven’t got the slightest clue as to what will happen today, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like it’s going to be good. At all.
Lindsay Williams
She was strung along by the hope that he wasn’t what everyone said; that he wasn’t a complete and total sociopath, only looking for what was in his best interests. Well, if the rumors were true, was she in his best interests, or just a playtoy on his path to power?
like if you were attacked by strings. you would then be “strung”. or when a drunk bumblebee stings you.
eric
There are days when I feel high-strung. Also, some days where I feel like being strung along, mindlessly.
Wesley-Anne Rodrigues
strung up hung up wound so tightly she could break
go away
u need to go away
help
can’t breathe
so strung up
dying
sinking
haha
Strung. Like high-strung? Fish strung on a line? Strung. Strung. Strung. Strung. If you say ‘strung’ enough times, it doesn’t sound like a word any more. If you type it enough times, it doesn’t look like a word any more. Strung. Strung. Strung.
Madelyn Jane
strung along on an invisible rope, binding, tight, inescapable. she felt so free, so weightless, until she moved out of line and the gossamer threads around her hands, her arms, her feet, entwined with her hair, pulled her back once more. and she resisted but at the same time longed for the inexorable pull, the vertigo, the fall.
Liya
A pod of bikers strung along the highway, gear in tow, lean legs pumping, slender thighs encased in ridiculous skintight shorts…that was their idea of fun?
as
The line of lanterns shone red and gold, so high in the air they looked to be floating.
Strung up by my toes, I stared blankly at the ground. I wasn’t very happy to be in this place at this time, but it was a joy to at least be getting some fresh air. I always try to stay optimistic, I suppose. It didn’t matter where I was.
T.R. Stewart
You strung me up like laundry. Your hands moving like clothespins to reign me in, asking why I didn’t take better care of myself, why I wrote down everything like I needed it. You were calm, collected.
imaani
I have never been the one who is high strung. I leave that for others, although I could easily and sometimes happily step into that role. “There is no space for me to be high strung!” I lament. “Just for once I want to be the one tugging at my throat, gnashing my teeth, stomping my feet…” instead I am the one breathing, the one praying, the one chiming in with “what are the facts” and feeling better more quickly which I suppose isn’t all that bad, afterall.
I was high strung, everyone said it. I jumped at the least noise, I broke down at the least challenge. It was hard to deal with me, I knew that, but I kept on because I didn’t know any other way to go about things. It wasn’t until my parents were killed by a minotaur that I realized why I was so high strung. It wasn’t a debility, it was my instincts trying to tell me to watch out.
Highly strung
You have become
I take the road
‘Cause you have won
I try my luck
I take it back
You keep him heckled
You strike my back.
i’m strung from atop this building. i have no choice but to jump and let go. i want to do this. i need a release. you forced me into this, and i can’t dig myself out.
something that happens when you are dealing with drugs. Drugs are the number one reason this world is falling apart.
He strung the guitar one last time, finishing the song he wrote and composed himself. There was a moment of silence before the crowd stood up and applauded him. He had never felt so connected to every single person in the crowd before.
strung out
on druge
strung out
on a line
strung out
this is nervwrecking
strung out
hi martine
I was strung along… one sugar-coated lie after another…
he left me strung out to dry! how can he back stab me like this. I have done everything for him.
I was strong along… one sugar coated lie after another…
A mahogany violin lay on the table. It was very old now strung loose. But music was still there.
out. Stress rides us for so much of our lives. Its a miracle how some people make it past their 50s. strung out between so many things. being in college, I have to think about grades, social relationships, family relationships, and professional relationships, always making that next connection to a potential future.
brightly-colored wooden beads on pale sun-bleached hemp.
marshmallows and cranberries on red Christmas thread.
your voice. my patience
a plucked cord
vibrating with tension
a single droplet of sound.
She couldn’t help feeling strung along by the self-confident man who led her through the winding rows of frilly dresses and low-cut tops. If this was her form of rebellion, she was a very tame person indeed.
The string of the guitar has been strung. And the song started. Beautiful rhythm and music filled the room and the people couldn’t help themselves but dance. Lost in the sound. It was an expression of the right now, not to be captured, not to be saved, but to just be enjoyed.
I feel this way many times. I compare this word with the idea of “strung out.’ I am too “strung out” to do my work well. Also, I feel it is the past participle of the verb to string. I have strung the lights up.
a time, a place, not here. she had a string of problems facing her, she couldn’t go back to jack and she couldn’t face tori. how was she mean’t to go on when she didn’t have her most loved ones behind her?
Someone strung the string… The string. THE string. Of my heart.
It still swings…
I’m all strung-out on wishing,
eyes bloodshot from the lack of rest
because my heart doesn’t stop beating and my mind doesn’t stop racing
even though I’ve told myself to get over you.
Strung out across the lawn were his clothes, shoes, books, and anything else he brought into my home. I knew he cheated and i never wanted to see his face again. However, i knew he got his things, for the next morning, my lawn was clean and there was a note taped to my door.
The string broke in the middle of the first act.
“Uhm… I don’t have any extras..,” Damien said, trying desperately to fix his violin.
“IMPROVISE!” the director yelled, waving his baton wildly in the air. “Just… use some tape or something..”
I had a lot of pencils strung together with gummy bears. When before I knew it, I had a mile of pencils and gummy bears. Too bad I did this in the woods. This offended both the trees and the bears.
The other band mates were loudly imbibing in booze, pot and coke, pickling their livers and brains in preparation for the final show of the four-city tour. Chisel Tharrington looked on broodingly as he strung his guitar, knowing this would be the last time he’d play with Cerebral Hemorrhage.
I’m strung out on the thought of love. It is where I want to be. It seems that it will make me happy but will also destroy. Like a drug.
strung is a past tence of string , it ia lattin word .. the boy strung the road as string .
Bummer. It’s still “strung”. I wonder when it updates. I guess I’ll try later this afternoon. I hope it lets you post more than once per day…
I’m strung out on my dreams. They all feel so real. Now I’m looking around with doubt clouding my vision. I haven’t got the slightest clue as to what will happen today, but for some reason it doesn’t feel like it’s going to be good. At all.
She was strung along by the hope that he wasn’t what everyone said; that he wasn’t a complete and total sociopath, only looking for what was in his best interests. Well, if the rumors were true, was she in his best interests, or just a playtoy on his path to power?
like if you were attacked by strings. you would then be “strung”. or when a drunk bumblebee stings you.
There are days when I feel high-strung. Also, some days where I feel like being strung along, mindlessly.
strung up hung up wound so tightly she could break
go away
u need to go away
help
can’t breathe
so strung up
dying
sinking
Strung. Like high-strung? Fish strung on a line? Strung. Strung. Strung. Strung. If you say ‘strung’ enough times, it doesn’t sound like a word any more. If you type it enough times, it doesn’t look like a word any more. Strung. Strung. Strung.
strung along on an invisible rope, binding, tight, inescapable. she felt so free, so weightless, until she moved out of line and the gossamer threads around her hands, her arms, her feet, entwined with her hair, pulled her back once more. and she resisted but at the same time longed for the inexorable pull, the vertigo, the fall.
A pod of bikers strung along the highway, gear in tow, lean legs pumping, slender thighs encased in ridiculous skintight shorts…that was their idea of fun?
The line of lanterns shone red and gold, so high in the air they looked to be floating.
The red in his eyes told me he was strung out. I slammed the door in his face. Or I wanted to. Instead, I let him fall into my arms and I let him in.
beads strung onto a necklace. different colors making a strange pattern. all strung out, nervous going crazy
Strung up by my toes, I stared blankly at the ground. I wasn’t very happy to be in this place at this time, but it was a joy to at least be getting some fresh air. I always try to stay optimistic, I suppose. It didn’t matter where I was.
You strung me up like laundry. Your hands moving like clothespins to reign me in, asking why I didn’t take better care of myself, why I wrote down everything like I needed it. You were calm, collected.
I have never been the one who is high strung. I leave that for others, although I could easily and sometimes happily step into that role. “There is no space for me to be high strung!” I lament. “Just for once I want to be the one tugging at my throat, gnashing my teeth, stomping my feet…” instead I am the one breathing, the one praying, the one chiming in with “what are the facts” and feeling better more quickly which I suppose isn’t all that bad, afterall.
I was high strung, everyone said it. I jumped at the least noise, I broke down at the least challenge. It was hard to deal with me, I knew that, but I kept on because I didn’t know any other way to go about things. It wasn’t until my parents were killed by a minotaur that I realized why I was so high strung. It wasn’t a debility, it was my instincts trying to tell me to watch out.