Sweep the hall of my mind
Sweep it of my worries
Brush the dirt up off my thoughts
Let imagination run rampant
Feel the breeze coming through the corridor
The spring winds refreshing everything.
Anna
I love how it’s like a thing for the guys team to sweep the 50 free. Go Matt Tan and Alex! :D And of course, Wilson, too, he’s literally my favorite person out of the entire team. Always saying hi to me and always being nice, he’s one of the greatest captains and even role models that I could ask for. And he even jams hard :P
To sweep or not to sweep that is the question. Some people will choose to sweep the debris from their floors, others will choose to vacuum and some will buy a dog. Some people may not even sweep their floors for they do not care.
Sometimes I sweep with a large broom, and sometimes with a smaller one. It depends on how big the mess is and also if I can find the properly sized broom. I don’t own a vacuum in my apartment so to sweep is the only option. Chimney sweeps aren’t easy to come by these days, but in past times it was a popular profession. I’m not sure why they went away.
Jake
I love how it’s like a thing for the guys team to sweep the 50 free. Go Matt Tan! And Wilson, he’s literally my favorite out of the entire team. Always saying hi to me and always being nice, he’s one of the greatest captains and even role models that I could ask for. And he even jams hard :P
“It’s just a broom,” they said “all it does is sweep” They said. I mean really, with bristles like that how could it be an ordinary broom? It doesn’t miss much either, standing over there against the wall. Frankly it has always terrified me, and then it had to move…
The bromm went across the cool, shiny brown hard wood floor. Gathering every bit of dust and crumbs in an artistic flowing fashion. What a gift to the world this broom was. It makes us laugh. It makes us cry. It is always there for us. Probably because it is an inanimate object and cant go anywhere…:)
Erika Miller
sweeping like Cinderella in her little hut. Back and forth and back and forth no respite. Like a slave she works.
Mickey Mouse, the wannabe wizard makes another mess.
Flooded the entire place.
alyssa
I stumbled down the alleyway with blurred vision, boozey mind, tripped over stray bottles and feral beasts; the street sweeper scowled in my direction, I, unaware continued stumbling in the direction of shadows, dustbins & nothing in particular.
sweep away your troubles, dreams come quicker when there is no clutter. sweep and sleep sweet with the utmost of beautiful dreams. come see what it is to sweep. Clean floors and dirty whores….monks love to clean you know? I’ve always been a dirty girl….my last shower was….some time ago….but I’ll sweep away my troubles all day long.
sweep. sweeping with a broom.
sweeping the debris away.
sweeping all the troubles in the world out into space,
where no one needs to deal with things.
sweep the tears out under of their eyes..
sweep away your troubles, dreams come quicker when there is no clutter. sweep and sleep sweet with the utmost of beautiful dreams. come see what it is to sweep
He felt the sweep under the rug. The clean sweep the nonexistence of where he was going and where he’d been. The loss of the unaltered romanticized future he held for both of them.
Robin
Sweep the streets, sweep secrets under the rug, sweep a lover off their feet, sweep through pages, the breeze sweeps through hair- wind swept hair. Wind.
Wind reminds me more of sweep than sweeping does. Brooms. Not the first thing I think of when confronted with the word.
Aerchereon
sweep away the dirt and grime
that pollutes my thoughts and mind
you can only see the sun rise if all the clouds are gone
and I want to see a new beginning
i hate sweeping the floor in the kitchen the little grains of rice that get stuck on the bristles of the broom and its just like you’re spreading it all over the floor its pointless, just pointless
melissa
You only want what you think you’ve lost.
Now that it’s not yours, you can see its cost.
What you took for granted when it was by your side,
Has been swept away, leaving you with your pride.
She sweeps the room carefully. She needs to get every speck of dust so he won’t force her to do it again. Her story is a cinderella kind of story. Poor girl who sweeps all day. The thing is though, her husband is no prince charming.
I like to sweep. Sweeping is fun. One time I swept a hamster under a rug, then stepped on it. Haha, not really. Just kidding. But one time I swept termites into a koi pond. I remember my sister getting a toy broom one time.
Matt
I want to sweep you up like a spider and pretend I don’t need you. Mostly I don’t,but I kind of do. I want your help. I want you to want my happiness. I’m not your slave anymore and I won’t sweep your kitchen again.
My eyes and my broom both, a silly stick of a thing, brush across the wide long hallway…
I was always afraid of Mickey in his wizarding garb. He never seemed smart enough to do anything much. That was mostly his voice, his voice definitely did not make me comfortable trusting him. My perfectionist world didn’t allow for the mess he made, and it frightened my senses to watch it happen…
I’m there now, in a long hall, where stairs lead to what may be a beauty, sleeping languid as blood is pawned from her prickled finger. I see halls that princes and modern day gentiles, whose gentleness is questionable, dance in, jiving and rolling their R’s. It never does end, the past.
We’re only left here to sweep our eyes and our brooms across its ruined (changed, altered but left essentially the same) expanse.
One glimpse it took,
One moment of clarity
One word of you to whisper in my ears
The first time you said ‘I love you’
The times you said you’d never leave
you swept me off my feet the first time we’ve met.
Robin
A sweeping vista of the chapel and the Minneapolis skyline, which I swapped for a view of a brick wall in the east end of London.
Junior year was rad, and I don’t have any regrets.
Senior year, on the other hand…. maybe a few regrets.
You only want what you think you’ve lost.
Not that it’s not yours, you can see its cost.
What you took for granted when it was by your side,
Now has been swept away, leaving you with your pride.
brush your teeth and then sweep the blood away from the sink and don’t forget to sweep the blood on the bathroom floor, kill it with fire
don’t think
just do it
it smells like iron
you’re not afraid
Anna
sweeping brooms is something that I don’t like to do.
There’s nothing more about sweeping that I can talk about.
Sometimes when the floors gets dirty I sweep it.
Sweep is an adjective that describes what you do with a broom. When I used to work at KFC sometimes I would have to sweep the floor. I do not like sweeping. Sweeping sucks.
Jonas
sweep. is the word always the first? i have very little to say, less to confirm, even less left to question. i have nothing. it’s not unusual, they say…but i have the distinctly troubling feeling they were wrong.
sheryl
The dust sprinkles layered everything in the room. The cracks, the surfaces — even the dust bunnies seemed to have pet dust bunnies. It was understandable. The room had last been used by a group of frail scared children, stuffed into the closet-sized space and told to breathe as little as possible while the heavy boots of the men searching for them clunked in the hallways and in their sleep.
I sweep the floor but there is always something else to sweep away. I guess there is beauty in this. That God will always give us a new purpose even when we think we are finished.
Stacy
Anna walked into the kitchen and instantly knew she had interrupted something. Being a low-level servant was never fun, but when you walked in on something you shouldn’t be hearing, it could mean losing your job.
Maggie, the head house maid, scowled at Anna and barked at her.
“Go sweep the courtyard!”
Throwing a finger into the air in the direction of the courtyard as if Anna was a dullard and didn’t know where it was, Maggie glared at her until she left the room.
As she walked out, Anna was sure she heard the name of Lady Jane mentioned in undertones.
Sweeping is when you use a broom to sweep up trash and dust. Sweeping can also mean when someone sweeps you off your feet.
Connor Boudreaux
i sweep the floor with the brush when it is covered in loose dirt it does not pick up dirt that is stuck down very well i rarely sweep usually my mother does it instead as she is in charge of most house work some consider it a chore its kind of fun but it hurts my back so i dislike it i
Ruairi
I sweep the tear off of my cheek. Why have I done this? Is this really me? I am lost at 21, and I have no one to turn to, but I have the love of my life, and then my lover. The tears still flow though and I keep sweeping to keep myself going through this finding stage.
Amber Hughes
gray dust rushed from under the tires and we were off; engine chugging as we swept across the desert floor. I gave him a look, “We can always come back”
M
dust broom making things go back and forth what about the ocean and the sand and the diamond stars in the sky make the trip to big sur and then swift stars rattatat pokemon attack such a cool motion and the yellow stars that fly around and then we think of the name of the singer taylor and how swift is a great last name jonathan swift gullivers travels the little people and the big people and the horsemen
p strap
I have to sweep my whole house today. Sweeping isn’t fun. Brooms wear out really quickly and every time I sweep the floor gets dirty almost instantly. I have to clean dishes after I sweep. If I could sweep Id sweep all the works away. Oh well time to sweep.
Luna
The method of sweeping the gym floor never changed for Jim Walton, 35-year janitor of Pedora Middle School. Back and forth, in deliberate vertical lines, until not a speck of dust was left. How he longed to be remembered for the specks he swept away, and for the small speck that people saw in him.
You’re like a
Thunder clap;
Sharp and hard and rumbling.
You leave me shaking,
Gripping hard to the edges
Of the light
And the rough sweep of your
Lips.
In one clean sweep everything was a mess. Hard to believe. Everything fell to pieces as though a vulture swooped down and brought chaos…Cry Havoc! A clean sweep…a street sweeper. Sisyphus, pity. Heigh ho.
Sweep the hall of my mind
Sweep it of my worries
Brush the dirt up off my thoughts
Let imagination run rampant
Feel the breeze coming through the corridor
The spring winds refreshing everything.
I love how it’s like a thing for the guys team to sweep the 50 free. Go Matt Tan and Alex! :D And of course, Wilson, too, he’s literally my favorite person out of the entire team. Always saying hi to me and always being nice, he’s one of the greatest captains and even role models that I could ask for. And he even jams hard :P
To sweep or not to sweep that is the question. Some people will choose to sweep the debris from their floors, others will choose to vacuum and some will buy a dog. Some people may not even sweep their floors for they do not care.
Sometimes I sweep with a large broom, and sometimes with a smaller one. It depends on how big the mess is and also if I can find the properly sized broom. I don’t own a vacuum in my apartment so to sweep is the only option. Chimney sweeps aren’t easy to come by these days, but in past times it was a popular profession. I’m not sure why they went away.
I love how it’s like a thing for the guys team to sweep the 50 free. Go Matt Tan! And Wilson, he’s literally my favorite out of the entire team. Always saying hi to me and always being nice, he’s one of the greatest captains and even role models that I could ask for. And he even jams hard :P
“It’s just a broom,” they said “all it does is sweep” They said. I mean really, with bristles like that how could it be an ordinary broom? It doesn’t miss much either, standing over there against the wall. Frankly it has always terrified me, and then it had to move…
The bromm went across the cool, shiny brown hard wood floor. Gathering every bit of dust and crumbs in an artistic flowing fashion. What a gift to the world this broom was. It makes us laugh. It makes us cry. It is always there for us. Probably because it is an inanimate object and cant go anywhere…:)
sweeping like Cinderella in her little hut. Back and forth and back and forth no respite. Like a slave she works.
Mickey Mouse, the wannabe wizard makes another mess.
Flooded the entire place.
I stumbled down the alleyway with blurred vision, boozey mind, tripped over stray bottles and feral beasts; the street sweeper scowled in my direction, I, unaware continued stumbling in the direction of shadows, dustbins & nothing in particular.
sweep away your troubles, dreams come quicker when there is no clutter. sweep and sleep sweet with the utmost of beautiful dreams. come see what it is to sweep. Clean floors and dirty whores….monks love to clean you know? I’ve always been a dirty girl….my last shower was….some time ago….but I’ll sweep away my troubles all day long.
sweep. sweeping with a broom.
sweeping the debris away.
sweeping all the troubles in the world out into space,
where no one needs to deal with things.
sweep the tears out under of their eyes..
sweep away your troubles, dreams come quicker when there is no clutter. sweep and sleep sweet with the utmost of beautiful dreams. come see what it is to sweep
He felt the sweep under the rug. The clean sweep the nonexistence of where he was going and where he’d been. The loss of the unaltered romanticized future he held for both of them.
Sweep the streets, sweep secrets under the rug, sweep a lover off their feet, sweep through pages, the breeze sweeps through hair- wind swept hair. Wind.
Wind reminds me more of sweep than sweeping does. Brooms. Not the first thing I think of when confronted with the word.
sweep away the dirt and grime
that pollutes my thoughts and mind
you can only see the sun rise if all the clouds are gone
and I want to see a new beginning
As she fell to sleep, ghouls would sweep her thoughts. She began to weep.
i hate sweeping the floor in the kitchen the little grains of rice that get stuck on the bristles of the broom and its just like you’re spreading it all over the floor its pointless, just pointless
You only want what you think you’ve lost.
Now that it’s not yours, you can see its cost.
What you took for granted when it was by your side,
Has been swept away, leaving you with your pride.
She sweeps the room carefully. She needs to get every speck of dust so he won’t force her to do it again. Her story is a cinderella kind of story. Poor girl who sweeps all day. The thing is though, her husband is no prince charming.
I like to sweep. Sweeping is fun. One time I swept a hamster under a rug, then stepped on it. Haha, not really. Just kidding. But one time I swept termites into a koi pond. I remember my sister getting a toy broom one time.
I want to sweep you up like a spider and pretend I don’t need you. Mostly I don’t,but I kind of do. I want your help. I want you to want my happiness. I’m not your slave anymore and I won’t sweep your kitchen again.
My eyes and my broom both, a silly stick of a thing, brush across the wide long hallway…
I was always afraid of Mickey in his wizarding garb. He never seemed smart enough to do anything much. That was mostly his voice, his voice definitely did not make me comfortable trusting him. My perfectionist world didn’t allow for the mess he made, and it frightened my senses to watch it happen…
I’m there now, in a long hall, where stairs lead to what may be a beauty, sleeping languid as blood is pawned from her prickled finger. I see halls that princes and modern day gentiles, whose gentleness is questionable, dance in, jiving and rolling their R’s. It never does end, the past.
We’re only left here to sweep our eyes and our brooms across its ruined (changed, altered but left essentially the same) expanse.
One glimpse it took,
One moment of clarity
One word of you to whisper in my ears
The first time you said ‘I love you’
The times you said you’d never leave
you swept me off my feet the first time we’ve met.
A sweeping vista of the chapel and the Minneapolis skyline, which I swapped for a view of a brick wall in the east end of London.
Junior year was rad, and I don’t have any regrets.
Senior year, on the other hand…. maybe a few regrets.
You only want what you think you’ve lost.
Not that it’s not yours, you can see its cost.
What you took for granted when it was by your side,
Now has been swept away, leaving you with your pride.
brush your teeth and then sweep the blood away from the sink and don’t forget to sweep the blood on the bathroom floor, kill it with fire
don’t think
just do it
it smells like iron
you’re not afraid
sweeping brooms is something that I don’t like to do.
There’s nothing more about sweeping that I can talk about.
Sometimes when the floors gets dirty I sweep it.
Sweep is an adjective that describes what you do with a broom. When I used to work at KFC sometimes I would have to sweep the floor. I do not like sweeping. Sweeping sucks.
sweep. is the word always the first? i have very little to say, less to confirm, even less left to question. i have nothing. it’s not unusual, they say…but i have the distinctly troubling feeling they were wrong.
The dust sprinkles layered everything in the room. The cracks, the surfaces — even the dust bunnies seemed to have pet dust bunnies. It was understandable. The room had last been used by a group of frail scared children, stuffed into the closet-sized space and told to breathe as little as possible while the heavy boots of the men searching for them clunked in the hallways and in their sleep.
I sweep the floor but there is always something else to sweep away. I guess there is beauty in this. That God will always give us a new purpose even when we think we are finished.
Anna walked into the kitchen and instantly knew she had interrupted something. Being a low-level servant was never fun, but when you walked in on something you shouldn’t be hearing, it could mean losing your job.
Maggie, the head house maid, scowled at Anna and barked at her.
“Go sweep the courtyard!”
Throwing a finger into the air in the direction of the courtyard as if Anna was a dullard and didn’t know where it was, Maggie glared at her until she left the room.
As she walked out, Anna was sure she heard the name of Lady Jane mentioned in undertones.
Sweeping is when you use a broom to sweep up trash and dust. Sweeping can also mean when someone sweeps you off your feet.
i sweep the floor with the brush when it is covered in loose dirt it does not pick up dirt that is stuck down very well i rarely sweep usually my mother does it instead as she is in charge of most house work some consider it a chore its kind of fun but it hurts my back so i dislike it i
I sweep the tear off of my cheek. Why have I done this? Is this really me? I am lost at 21, and I have no one to turn to, but I have the love of my life, and then my lover. The tears still flow though and I keep sweeping to keep myself going through this finding stage.
gray dust rushed from under the tires and we were off; engine chugging as we swept across the desert floor. I gave him a look, “We can always come back”
dust broom making things go back and forth what about the ocean and the sand and the diamond stars in the sky make the trip to big sur and then swift stars rattatat pokemon attack such a cool motion and the yellow stars that fly around and then we think of the name of the singer taylor and how swift is a great last name jonathan swift gullivers travels the little people and the big people and the horsemen
I have to sweep my whole house today. Sweeping isn’t fun. Brooms wear out really quickly and every time I sweep the floor gets dirty almost instantly. I have to clean dishes after I sweep. If I could sweep Id sweep all the works away. Oh well time to sweep.
The method of sweeping the gym floor never changed for Jim Walton, 35-year janitor of Pedora Middle School. Back and forth, in deliberate vertical lines, until not a speck of dust was left. How he longed to be remembered for the specks he swept away, and for the small speck that people saw in him.
You’re like a
Thunder clap;
Sharp and hard and rumbling.
You leave me shaking,
Gripping hard to the edges
Of the light
And the rough sweep of your
Lips.
In one clean sweep everything was a mess. Hard to believe. Everything fell to pieces as though a vulture swooped down and brought chaos…Cry Havoc! A clean sweep…a street sweeper. Sisyphus, pity. Heigh ho.