tables to serve meal at
tables to make calculations
tables and tables and more tables big and small
tall and short
wooden, cardboard, plastic, and more
You left that coffee mug of yours on so many tables – in the dining hall, outside of the library, inside of the library, in my room, on the dresser next to my bed. And every time I look down on a table, I expect to see it – but I won’t anymore, will I? The mug disappeared when you did.
Taylor
Tables are pretty, They are useful for eating, holding things, having sex on, stabiliyu. What else are tables good for? Making forts, you can hide under them – also good for sex. They look pretty with flowers and table cloths. Mine is white with red chairs, very tiny – too tiny for sex.
Rose
a place to write, a place to create, not just a place for placing objects, they allow you to do much more
Drizzle
What we eat our food on, something the boys never CLEAN. At home the table is too high, don’t like the seats. In my house when I’m older I want a long oak table in the kitchen with benches and old fashioned chairs. Then a polished wood dining room table. I love bedside tables with warm lamps on them that glow and cast yellow light around the room to make the room look cosy and welcoming
Helen Marie
tablets put dinner on them i like the breakfast table a lot because i never actually eat there, never mind. a slab of wood or other material on four legs. nice place to eat. add chairs. voila!
Nickole
i think tables is a weird word. I mean really. who thought of the english language?? tables are where you eat, and do other things. anything you want, actually i love tables. yeah. thats right. i love em. like i love you. did you know i love you ? i bet you didnt. :D well now you know..
wow i got off topic. <3
hehe. this is what happens when i am bored. xD
Anna
Empty chairs at empty tables…and my friends are dead and gone…
That song.
I used to love that song. I always admired its expressive sadness. But now…after the incident in August…it hits too close to home.
Tears fall, unbidden. I try to hide them; I wipe them away and pretend they don’t exist.
Tables, tables
The maze, a labyrinth
The man with the shirt that says;
Beans not war. stands up.
The swarm begins for the
tables, tables, emptying.
The cup-carrying, waiting for
tables, tables.
He takes his cups placed
precariously one on top of the
other, the others, swarming
he’s left his table and they jump
put their things down as if to claim
the tables, tables, to rest their
wary caffeine-soaked
tired and, exhausted to the core
bones.
from the days and days of
waiting, for tables.
As soon as he walked in the room, she knew the tables had finally turned. His charm fell flat. His good looks no longer made her heart skip a beat. That fine line between love and hate had resolved into nothing more than indifference. She had control over her emotions and her actions, and he would never be able to take advantage of her again.
when i went to the park i saw these huge tables filled with all different types of good food. I really didn’t know what i wanted to buy, but eventually decided to get cherries and grapefruit. It was an awesome day. :)
Joel
math. i hate math. geometry has these tables and i don’t understand them. i don’t understand my life. someone needs to help me. i love him but i need to be free from hate. its amazing how one persons mode can change yours for the worst. i need you zack dont leave me please.
tara
Sitting at that table in the lobby there are a number of people. All kinds of different people, people who read, people who think, people who sit. Are you there among them? Waiting there for a certain type of person to walk up to the table and change your life? Am I that person?
the broken, heavy laden table lay forlorn in the corner. it seemed to gaze with a lost sense of hope out upon the room’s other, modernised inhabitants
S
A+E….. T+C…. any possibility of names, all carved by lovers who think their world will always last. Where they still together now? These names carved into the tables, I wonder what kind of people sat here or at another table and thought that they will love the other person forever….
The envelope sat on the table. It was torn open, and the contents lay beside it. The woman sat in a chair a few feet away. Tears streamed down her face. The mascara she wore stained her cheeks with each drop. Her nose dripped and she wiped it with the sleeve of her sweater. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
The letter on the table said just two sentences. “Hello beautiful. I love you till the end of time.”
She looked to the ceiling. Around her neck hung the dogtags of a soldier. Some men had brought them to her the day before the letter came. He wasn’t coming home.
Good for family meals, where my son and I sit every night and have a little bit of bonding time and get to talk about the day and how it went. a great place for family to gather, that’s for sure. I love hearing about my son’s day over a good meal. heart happy.
AmbieLynn85
one time i had this dream and oh my gosh i can’t believe this is happening. tablessss. i like max’s table a lot. you can chip it away. lovely. i’m tired but i love to lay i want to do something but i am doing this instead. i had a dream that jimmy was there. we had a great time. i think i love max but i am not sure i thave so much going through all my head. but i am not supposed to think. i am though. oh well. i am just supposed to write. but how can’t you think. i mean even when i meditate i think a little. i hav
Eliza Vera
Tables. They can be seen as a simple way to start your day, or end it. They can be a gathering place for your family. They can bring joy, heartbreak and devastation in the form of information. Or they can be a life changer. “the tables have turned” is an expression used everyday, at the start of a new day, a new chance at an amazing life.
Tables sit in rooms and stores and restaurants and are used without thanks for keeping our plates up, allowing us to write slightly more legibly, and taking our disgustingly unwanted gum time and time again. The only thanks they get is a lackluster polish every once in a while. Restaurant tables are the most hardworking.
Kelsi
I’ll drink you under the table. I’ll drink you under the fucking table. Every single one of you.
When you crawl under tables you feel small and insignificant because no one knows you’re there. You can’t see the world around you, only shoes and floor and the occasional bare foot or two. But you always know which feet belong to sage-girl because she stands uncertainly, like she might just evaporate into the air and be gone.
When you stand on top of tables you feel strong and powerful because you can see everything and everyone can see you. You can look down on all the people and say “I’m at the top of the world so you’d better listen to what I have to say!” But sage-girl never has to listen because she’s always lost in her own world, just outside of your reality. Someday you’d like to walk away from the table and join her, because after all, you can either be over or under a table, and that gets silly after a lifetime or two.
I just got a new table and I love it. We didn’t have a table in our apartment for six months. It’s weird not having a table but you realize how much you miss it sometimes after countless dinners on the couch and sometimes you just want to do homework at a table and not in bed. I really love our new table and I’m so glad my boyfriend’s mom found it for us because it’s perfect and I’m using it right now to write this 60 second blab about tables!
sam
oh tables are a very useful item i think everybody and everyone has one because everybody uses them just like me usually to eat and a little more.
Well, now the tables are turned for sure, Ezzie thought as she swept up the mess on the floor. There was a time when Harold would’ve wept to see his mother’s china bowls lying in shards, but that sure wasn’t the case any more.
Strewn around the room were discarded sets of chairs and tables. There was no evidence that the place had ever looked whole, had ever been un-ransacked. A single broken mirror lay beneath an oddly out of place sign reading
today’s special: realizing that today isn’t special.
And tomorrow won’t be either.
We all eat at them. We sit d think at them. We laugh, tell stories, and share quality time at them. Tables, most everyone knows of them. What we don’t realixe is that they are a big part of our everyday life. Without them, you would have to eat on the ground, or after a long day of hard work, you wouldn’t have a place to just rest your head. They are perfect for placing things on, and are easy to decorate. They come in many different styles. Plain as a peice of wood, or very ornate and exageraite a sophisticated look. Next time you going into the dining room, think about how thankful you are to have that table. When you go into the living room, think about all the times you’ve set a drink or newspaper on your coffee table. Clearly, they are amazing.
Haley Bothwell
tables? big, ugly. no not all. but mine is. ugly. and big. christ, tables? it reminds me about school. and science and cheese. and music.
Kratterat
THe tables have turned! What do you have to bring to the table. Seriously, we don’t act like that at thetable.
Fulding tables.
Those annoying insurance tables used to determine if I am too tal or too fat or whatever the case would be.
Interesting how much ofa perso’s worth is determined by thins like the scales and tables inst4ead of by our hearts and character
The mesas dance below the sky surrounded be drizzling rain drops. A storm is coming the shadows sing. Cloaked in heat the rain falls pounding upon the table tops. Arroyos fill to the extreme and flush themselves clean.
tables are sturdy. like good friends. they support things. they support your ideas when you have to write a paper. friends do that too. so friends are tables. sturdy. useful. supporting. hard enough to hold you up but soft enough that it wouldn’t kill you to land on if you fell from a thirty story building. maybe i should name
Emily
Tables. the common ground. the mesa in the dining room. The holder of bounty, the flattest cornucopia. meeting ground of experience, the center of fragments.
chairs, my mother’s kitchen- great meals, my father sitting there, next door the carpenter and I come to his shop to help – with wood working and i learn lots there from him. in
carl
tables are flat and you can eat on them I like them. tables clothes are pretty and colorful coffee baskets are useful and so are sinks with water in them.
Bailey
Tables and chairs to have dinner on it or kids to play board games. Maybe a coffee table or a bed side table for the telephone.
Tiana Apiata
i like tables. there was a table in my mother’s dining room that i would hide under as a small child. the underworld of the table would host realms of such unimaginable worlds that they must be home to the mind of a five year old professional adventurer.
amanda maynard
I like to jump on tables. One time I was really drunk and decided to dance on a table. It was so liberating as I didn’t have a care in he world. I through my hands up and just danced. Danced to the soothing sound above me.
tables to serve meal at
tables to make calculations
tables and tables and more tables big and small
tall and short
wooden, cardboard, plastic, and more
You left that coffee mug of yours on so many tables – in the dining hall, outside of the library, inside of the library, in my room, on the dresser next to my bed. And every time I look down on a table, I expect to see it – but I won’t anymore, will I? The mug disappeared when you did.
Tables are pretty, They are useful for eating, holding things, having sex on, stabiliyu. What else are tables good for? Making forts, you can hide under them – also good for sex. They look pretty with flowers and table cloths. Mine is white with red chairs, very tiny – too tiny for sex.
a place to write, a place to create, not just a place for placing objects, they allow you to do much more
What we eat our food on, something the boys never CLEAN. At home the table is too high, don’t like the seats. In my house when I’m older I want a long oak table in the kitchen with benches and old fashioned chairs. Then a polished wood dining room table. I love bedside tables with warm lamps on them that glow and cast yellow light around the room to make the room look cosy and welcoming
tablets put dinner on them i like the breakfast table a lot because i never actually eat there, never mind. a slab of wood or other material on four legs. nice place to eat. add chairs. voila!
i think tables is a weird word. I mean really. who thought of the english language?? tables are where you eat, and do other things. anything you want, actually i love tables. yeah. thats right. i love em. like i love you. did you know i love you ? i bet you didnt. :D well now you know..
wow i got off topic. <3
hehe. this is what happens when i am bored. xD
Empty chairs at empty tables…and my friends are dead and gone…
That song.
I used to love that song. I always admired its expressive sadness. But now…after the incident in August…it hits too close to home.
Tears fall, unbidden. I try to hide them; I wipe them away and pretend they don’t exist.
Tables, tables
The maze, a labyrinth
The man with the shirt that says;
Beans not war. stands up.
The swarm begins for the
tables, tables, emptying.
The cup-carrying, waiting for
tables, tables.
He takes his cups placed
precariously one on top of the
other, the others, swarming
he’s left his table and they jump
put their things down as if to claim
the tables, tables, to rest their
wary caffeine-soaked
tired and, exhausted to the core
bones.
from the days and days of
waiting, for tables.
As soon as he walked in the room, she knew the tables had finally turned. His charm fell flat. His good looks no longer made her heart skip a beat. That fine line between love and hate had resolved into nothing more than indifference. She had control over her emotions and her actions, and he would never be able to take advantage of her again.
when i went to the park i saw these huge tables filled with all different types of good food. I really didn’t know what i wanted to buy, but eventually decided to get cherries and grapefruit. It was an awesome day. :)
math. i hate math. geometry has these tables and i don’t understand them. i don’t understand my life. someone needs to help me. i love him but i need to be free from hate. its amazing how one persons mode can change yours for the worst. i need you zack dont leave me please.
Sitting at that table in the lobby there are a number of people. All kinds of different people, people who read, people who think, people who sit. Are you there among them? Waiting there for a certain type of person to walk up to the table and change your life? Am I that person?
the broken, heavy laden table lay forlorn in the corner. it seemed to gaze with a lost sense of hope out upon the room’s other, modernised inhabitants
A+E….. T+C…. any possibility of names, all carved by lovers who think their world will always last. Where they still together now? These names carved into the tables, I wonder what kind of people sat here or at another table and thought that they will love the other person forever….
The envelope sat on the table. It was torn open, and the contents lay beside it. The woman sat in a chair a few feet away. Tears streamed down her face. The mascara she wore stained her cheeks with each drop. Her nose dripped and she wiped it with the sleeve of her sweater. She buried her head in her hands and sobbed.
The letter on the table said just two sentences. “Hello beautiful. I love you till the end of time.”
She looked to the ceiling. Around her neck hung the dogtags of a soldier. Some men had brought them to her the day before the letter came. He wasn’t coming home.
Good for family meals, where my son and I sit every night and have a little bit of bonding time and get to talk about the day and how it went. a great place for family to gather, that’s for sure. I love hearing about my son’s day over a good meal. heart happy.
one time i had this dream and oh my gosh i can’t believe this is happening. tablessss. i like max’s table a lot. you can chip it away. lovely. i’m tired but i love to lay i want to do something but i am doing this instead. i had a dream that jimmy was there. we had a great time. i think i love max but i am not sure i thave so much going through all my head. but i am not supposed to think. i am though. oh well. i am just supposed to write. but how can’t you think. i mean even when i meditate i think a little. i hav
Tables. They can be seen as a simple way to start your day, or end it. They can be a gathering place for your family. They can bring joy, heartbreak and devastation in the form of information. Or they can be a life changer. “the tables have turned” is an expression used everyday, at the start of a new day, a new chance at an amazing life.
Tables sit in rooms and stores and restaurants and are used without thanks for keeping our plates up, allowing us to write slightly more legibly, and taking our disgustingly unwanted gum time and time again. The only thanks they get is a lackluster polish every once in a while. Restaurant tables are the most hardworking.
I’ll drink you under the table. I’ll drink you under the fucking table. Every single one of you.
When you crawl under tables you feel small and insignificant because no one knows you’re there. You can’t see the world around you, only shoes and floor and the occasional bare foot or two. But you always know which feet belong to sage-girl because she stands uncertainly, like she might just evaporate into the air and be gone.
When you stand on top of tables you feel strong and powerful because you can see everything and everyone can see you. You can look down on all the people and say “I’m at the top of the world so you’d better listen to what I have to say!” But sage-girl never has to listen because she’s always lost in her own world, just outside of your reality. Someday you’d like to walk away from the table and join her, because after all, you can either be over or under a table, and that gets silly after a lifetime or two.
I just got a new table and I love it. We didn’t have a table in our apartment for six months. It’s weird not having a table but you realize how much you miss it sometimes after countless dinners on the couch and sometimes you just want to do homework at a table and not in bed. I really love our new table and I’m so glad my boyfriend’s mom found it for us because it’s perfect and I’m using it right now to write this 60 second blab about tables!
oh tables are a very useful item i think everybody and everyone has one because everybody uses them just like me usually to eat and a little more.
Well, now the tables are turned for sure, Ezzie thought as she swept up the mess on the floor. There was a time when Harold would’ve wept to see his mother’s china bowls lying in shards, but that sure wasn’t the case any more.
tables are very amazing u can sit on them and be lazy all the time i useally use them for eating because there good for that.
i wish i could have been in the temple when Jesus turned all the tables.
what a freakin’ BA.
Strewn around the room were discarded sets of chairs and tables. There was no evidence that the place had ever looked whole, had ever been un-ransacked. A single broken mirror lay beneath an oddly out of place sign reading
today’s special: realizing that today isn’t special.
And tomorrow won’t be either.
We all eat at them. We sit d think at them. We laugh, tell stories, and share quality time at them. Tables, most everyone knows of them. What we don’t realixe is that they are a big part of our everyday life. Without them, you would have to eat on the ground, or after a long day of hard work, you wouldn’t have a place to just rest your head. They are perfect for placing things on, and are easy to decorate. They come in many different styles. Plain as a peice of wood, or very ornate and exageraite a sophisticated look. Next time you going into the dining room, think about how thankful you are to have that table. When you go into the living room, think about all the times you’ve set a drink or newspaper on your coffee table. Clearly, they are amazing.
tables? big, ugly. no not all. but mine is. ugly. and big. christ, tables? it reminds me about school. and science and cheese. and music.
THe tables have turned! What do you have to bring to the table. Seriously, we don’t act like that at thetable.
Fulding tables.
Those annoying insurance tables used to determine if I am too tal or too fat or whatever the case would be.
Interesting how much ofa perso’s worth is determined by thins like the scales and tables inst4ead of by our hearts and character
The mesas dance below the sky surrounded be drizzling rain drops. A storm is coming the shadows sing. Cloaked in heat the rain falls pounding upon the table tops. Arroyos fill to the extreme and flush themselves clean.
support. sturdy. props. tables are helpful for everyone.
tables are sturdy. like good friends. they support things. they support your ideas when you have to write a paper. friends do that too. so friends are tables. sturdy. useful. supporting. hard enough to hold you up but soft enough that it wouldn’t kill you to land on if you fell from a thirty story building. maybe i should name
Tables. the common ground. the mesa in the dining room. The holder of bounty, the flattest cornucopia. meeting ground of experience, the center of fragments.
chairs, my mother’s kitchen- great meals, my father sitting there, next door the carpenter and I come to his shop to help – with wood working and i learn lots there from him. in
tables are flat and you can eat on them I like them. tables clothes are pretty and colorful coffee baskets are useful and so are sinks with water in them.
Tables and chairs to have dinner on it or kids to play board games. Maybe a coffee table or a bed side table for the telephone.
i like tables. there was a table in my mother’s dining room that i would hide under as a small child. the underworld of the table would host realms of such unimaginable worlds that they must be home to the mind of a five year old professional adventurer.
I like to jump on tables. One time I was really drunk and decided to dance on a table. It was so liberating as I didn’t have a care in he world. I through my hands up and just danced. Danced to the soothing sound above me.