i tangle my hair and it gets all frizzy. my hair is blonde and i am developing dreadlocks. the tangle hurts my head. i feel the pain as it rips the hair out of my head. now i tangle rubberbands in a rubberband ball. they mix up and they pinch my skin as i try to maneuver them around the ball. now the word sounds like tangible. i can feel it.
marleyluber
Tangled in your embrace, I feel comforted. This feeling, so familiar yet foreign, reins supreme to my oblivious nature. I am not sure what to think. I’ve fallen, deeper and deeper in your web. Is there no escape?
Nicole
i’m tangled up in you. tangled up in blue. in my hair. in the wind. in your hair.. summer days. snarl. i miss you. your eyes are open. fingers are stuck. twisted. knots. long. breeze.
thea
tangled up in blue by bob dylan. not my favorite dylan song, but a respectable one. i heard it was about when he was trying to learn how to paint and he loved the color blue.
Wild Bill
tangled up together. we are all entangled. everyone I’ve met, everyone I’ve cared about, or don’t care about anymore. Entangled. Indelible mark made. Good thing or bad thing – or just something to deal with.
Tangling. Entertwining. Mixing, mingling. Tangling is all about getting knotted up and maybe not really caring. Like getting knotted up in the arms of some one you love or maybe even in a moment or a thought. Its getting carried away and not letting it bother you.
Lexy B
The webs of our lives spin together, the threads tangled and intertwined where we meet, where we part, where everything falls apart. As I look at the organised chaos, I see where everything got messed up, where it came together, where it became perfect. At first it’s a mess of life and death but when you looks closer its a beautiful tangle as perfect as anything you could ask for.
The tangle of all things in life was too intricate, too complicated for me to solve. Everything was connected, and a false move in untangling it, may result in the whole mess of everything again. How can this be solved? Life is complicated as if there are 1000 strings all tangled and messed up together. Our job is to untangle this mess, which does not sound as easy as it does.
Tangle of movements
Caught up in a whirlwind of life on mute
Follow me
And risk getting caught up in a knot of madness
But it’s fun
To be stuck here
In this dreary place
Standing out amongst the grey
In colourful, shining glory
Unique
A one-of-a-kind blur of colours
Side by side
We show them
What it’s like
To be us
Rik
Tangle. Everyday. Between people. Between thoughts, mind, within my soul. Illusion and reality, tangles together, never stop.
the movie. I saw it with my cousins. except the movie title had a d at the end. and it was about rapunzel. they always make cartoon characters more attractive than real people. is it weird that i wish i looked like Jasmine? no, because she’s not real and what’s not real is perfect, usually.
hannah
i was tangled in a mess full of lies. all that happened was a little accident but that changed my entire life. why did it has to end up this way i though to myself. why did i have to tell him that. my life was perfect it was great.
Marlena
Tangling is the word used to define multiple objects tying together. It can refer to physical and the meta physical. The tangling of feelings is very deep, as it can confuse one and make him hurt himself. Never make a tangled mess, because someone will pay for it.
RAJ
Your hands always found their way into my tangled auburn mess of hair.
I remember them so well, weaving in and out more perfectly than any comb, memorizing each knot and strand. Your callouses and scars always had stories to tell and your lips only spoke soft and secret. I can’t comb my hair anymore.
Ashley
we were as flies, caught in the web of our own thoughts, trying harder and harder to escape with no avail
asshole
Thorn growled, struggling with the tangled locks of hair that had wrapped themselves around her neck, arms and wrists. “ARRRAA!” Her scream was animalistic, and sent Thade running towards her, only to laugh at the sight of his terrifying sister wrestling with her hair.
I could never get the damn tomatoes watered without a tangle in the hoses. I’m really beginning to believe that a balcony and coiled hoses is a recipe for a mess. Fuck the city. Just fucking fuck it.
t is for trippin on the ocean everglades, a is for apple bobbings happily in waves of water, n is for nearer to the cross of my heag is for the goodness that is spread around, l is for lavisly laid clothes atop the dress drawer
Our friendship is a tangled mess I long to cut to pieces. It wraps around my neck and drowns me, inch by inch every day. The thorns stab into me, more and more each day. The other people I care about, they pull and pull, but they cannot free me. I’ve been in this mess for too many years to free myself. I wish for the strength to tear the chains, the weeds, from my neck, but I cannot muster it. Instead I sink to my knees and wait for someone to come along, to realize the damage this is dealing, to realize that I’m dying. Until then, I hope. But so far, my hopes have taken me nowhere.
Your hair tangles around me, staying with me after you leave. A piece of you shed for me. I love it. I love the way you smell. The way you look at me. Let’s tangle. Just you. Just you and me. Sweep me off my feet.
Sara
A mess of strands, like a normal life.
Interjecting pieces fold around one another to weave a dense tapestry of raw confusion.
And much like cables, they are hard to undo.
tangled up in a mess. like trapped in an ocean. up or down, out or around. it is easy to get trapped in, but harder to escape.
tayler
I feel so tangled up. Like a fly caught in a spider’s web, or stuck under ribbons and strings and yarn like a playful kitty. I’m not sure how my life is going to play out from here. Everyday is an uncertainty, yet I continue working and living in it for some reason or another. I am tangled up, but I imagine I will be free. The journey may be long and hard, but one day, I will finally find myself free.
You got me all tangled. You have my mind doing loops and my heart skipping beats. You are tangling up my thoughts and seem to be the only thing on my confused mind, you are my heart and my heart is tangled into yours.
i tangle a pile of alligators into a big ball and throw it across the world into germany. germany doesnt have enough alligators and now there will be plenty. germans tangled up with problems such as tangled alligators. tangle jangle tangle jangle
Michael Grellman
An unpleasant fire licks at my feet, tingling. Untangle your life, it says. Walk faster. You can feel it. You can be it.
stroke rip pull tear hurt
the simple downward motion
i do love my hair.
sam rod
“You’ve got me tangled up in blue.” Words spoken by bob dylan. I don’t have any clue what they mean… but i guess i could say that about a lot of Bob Dylan’s songs, the cheeky bastard. For now i suppose the word tangle will have to do as a metaphor for many of my relationships: tangled.
C
i got myself tangled up. i was typing at the computer and suddenly the words wrapped themselves around me and began to constrict my breathing. i panicked. and got even more tangled. the end.
matt
My heads all tangled up like a jungle vine, I can’t see it’s intricasies but I can see it’s beauty.
Pilkymakinmusik
My hair pulls out with his fingers wrapped around it, a tangle of digits and fibers. Perhaps next time I’ll cut it all off and he’ll only get air. What a way to earn a living. Better to steal by remote than up close and personal, but this target was a juicy one for repeated attacks.
Fran
She brought the hairbrush down her hair slowly and carefully. Her mother had taught her at a young age to start from the bottom and work her way up. This was the best way to avoid pain when brushing out tangles.
I once read a poem, no a book, entitled tanglewreck. It was written by my favorite author, Jeanette Winterson. Why is she my favorite? Her words inspire me. If I had 1/10 of the talent of that woman I’d be happy.
Rowe Fish
We fell in a tangle, our bodies intertwined in a dance of familiarity. It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate, close. We were as one, each part of us in close contact with our counterpart. It was seductive. But I knew the game, and so did she. This dance was to the death, and only one of us would survive. If I proved skillful enough, it would be me. If I were lucky, it would be her, bearing my offspring.
Doug McIntire
I’m tangled up in a knot of I don’t even know what. I don’t know what to do or what this is even all about but it won’t quit. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. It’s like a huge love triangle of nothing but in reality it’s everything anyone has ever wanted in life.
The hairdresser tangled my hair. It hurt. I felt like crying out, but I held it in. What kind of person would make a deal about a little tug? Well, me.
Zoey
tangle. the act of becoming intertwined the confusion of being two in a single space or perhaps the certainty that you have lost what it is that you see as yourself and instead melt into this singular that is separate from yourself. because that- that is something different from alienation.
mangle in a mess crazy trying to untangle overwhelmed but strong unable to give up unwilling to fail….will stay strong will emerge will redeem and will live better each day…even in tangles.
Barbra
Our limbs became tangled as we passionately made our way through his apartment. There was barely any light, which was probably better. If I’d been able to see where I was again, I would know that it was only a weak crutch for this terrible night.
i tangle my hair and it gets all frizzy. my hair is blonde and i am developing dreadlocks. the tangle hurts my head. i feel the pain as it rips the hair out of my head. now i tangle rubberbands in a rubberband ball. they mix up and they pinch my skin as i try to maneuver them around the ball. now the word sounds like tangible. i can feel it.
Tangled in your embrace, I feel comforted. This feeling, so familiar yet foreign, reins supreme to my oblivious nature. I am not sure what to think. I’ve fallen, deeper and deeper in your web. Is there no escape?
i’m tangled up in you. tangled up in blue. in my hair. in the wind. in your hair.. summer days. snarl. i miss you. your eyes are open. fingers are stuck. twisted. knots. long. breeze.
tangled up in blue by bob dylan. not my favorite dylan song, but a respectable one. i heard it was about when he was trying to learn how to paint and he loved the color blue.
tangled up together. we are all entangled. everyone I’ve met, everyone I’ve cared about, or don’t care about anymore. Entangled. Indelible mark made. Good thing or bad thing – or just something to deal with.
Tangling. Entertwining. Mixing, mingling. Tangling is all about getting knotted up and maybe not really caring. Like getting knotted up in the arms of some one you love or maybe even in a moment or a thought. Its getting carried away and not letting it bother you.
The webs of our lives spin together, the threads tangled and intertwined where we meet, where we part, where everything falls apart. As I look at the organised chaos, I see where everything got messed up, where it came together, where it became perfect. At first it’s a mess of life and death but when you looks closer its a beautiful tangle as perfect as anything you could ask for.
messed up, mixed together
The tangle of all things in life was too intricate, too complicated for me to solve. Everything was connected, and a false move in untangling it, may result in the whole mess of everything again. How can this be solved? Life is complicated as if there are 1000 strings all tangled and messed up together. Our job is to untangle this mess, which does not sound as easy as it does.
Tangle of movements
Caught up in a whirlwind of life on mute
Follow me
And risk getting caught up in a knot of madness
But it’s fun
To be stuck here
In this dreary place
Standing out amongst the grey
In colourful, shining glory
Unique
A one-of-a-kind blur of colours
Side by side
We show them
What it’s like
To be us
Tangle. Everyday. Between people. Between thoughts, mind, within my soul. Illusion and reality, tangles together, never stop.
the movie. I saw it with my cousins. except the movie title had a d at the end. and it was about rapunzel. they always make cartoon characters more attractive than real people. is it weird that i wish i looked like Jasmine? no, because she’s not real and what’s not real is perfect, usually.
i was tangled in a mess full of lies. all that happened was a little accident but that changed my entire life. why did it has to end up this way i though to myself. why did i have to tell him that. my life was perfect it was great.
Tangling is the word used to define multiple objects tying together. It can refer to physical and the meta physical. The tangling of feelings is very deep, as it can confuse one and make him hurt himself. Never make a tangled mess, because someone will pay for it.
Your hands always found their way into my tangled auburn mess of hair.
I remember them so well, weaving in and out more perfectly than any comb, memorizing each knot and strand. Your callouses and scars always had stories to tell and your lips only spoke soft and secret. I can’t comb my hair anymore.
we were as flies, caught in the web of our own thoughts, trying harder and harder to escape with no avail
Thorn growled, struggling with the tangled locks of hair that had wrapped themselves around her neck, arms and wrists. “ARRRAA!” Her scream was animalistic, and sent Thade running towards her, only to laugh at the sight of his terrifying sister wrestling with her hair.
I could never get the damn tomatoes watered without a tangle in the hoses. I’m really beginning to believe that a balcony and coiled hoses is a recipe for a mess. Fuck the city. Just fucking fuck it.
t is for trippin on the ocean everglades, a is for apple bobbings happily in waves of water, n is for nearer to the cross of my heag is for the goodness that is spread around, l is for lavisly laid clothes atop the dress drawer
Our friendship is a tangled mess I long to cut to pieces. It wraps around my neck and drowns me, inch by inch every day. The thorns stab into me, more and more each day. The other people I care about, they pull and pull, but they cannot free me. I’ve been in this mess for too many years to free myself. I wish for the strength to tear the chains, the weeds, from my neck, but I cannot muster it. Instead I sink to my knees and wait for someone to come along, to realize the damage this is dealing, to realize that I’m dying. Until then, I hope. But so far, my hopes have taken me nowhere.
Your hair tangles around me, staying with me after you leave. A piece of you shed for me. I love it. I love the way you smell. The way you look at me. Let’s tangle. Just you. Just you and me. Sweep me off my feet.
A mess of strands, like a normal life.
Interjecting pieces fold around one another to weave a dense tapestry of raw confusion.
And much like cables, they are hard to undo.
tangled up in a mess. like trapped in an ocean. up or down, out or around. it is easy to get trapped in, but harder to escape.
I feel so tangled up. Like a fly caught in a spider’s web, or stuck under ribbons and strings and yarn like a playful kitty. I’m not sure how my life is going to play out from here. Everyday is an uncertainty, yet I continue working and living in it for some reason or another. I am tangled up, but I imagine I will be free. The journey may be long and hard, but one day, I will finally find myself free.
You got me all tangled. You have my mind doing loops and my heart skipping beats. You are tangling up my thoughts and seem to be the only thing on my confused mind, you are my heart and my heart is tangled into yours.
i tangle a pile of alligators into a big ball and throw it across the world into germany. germany doesnt have enough alligators and now there will be plenty. germans tangled up with problems such as tangled alligators. tangle jangle tangle jangle
An unpleasant fire licks at my feet, tingling. Untangle your life, it says. Walk faster. You can feel it. You can be it.
stroke rip pull tear hurt
the simple downward motion
i do love my hair.
“You’ve got me tangled up in blue.” Words spoken by bob dylan. I don’t have any clue what they mean… but i guess i could say that about a lot of Bob Dylan’s songs, the cheeky bastard. For now i suppose the word tangle will have to do as a metaphor for many of my relationships: tangled.
i got myself tangled up. i was typing at the computer and suddenly the words wrapped themselves around me and began to constrict my breathing. i panicked. and got even more tangled. the end.
My heads all tangled up like a jungle vine, I can’t see it’s intricasies but I can see it’s beauty.
My hair pulls out with his fingers wrapped around it, a tangle of digits and fibers. Perhaps next time I’ll cut it all off and he’ll only get air. What a way to earn a living. Better to steal by remote than up close and personal, but this target was a juicy one for repeated attacks.
She brought the hairbrush down her hair slowly and carefully. Her mother had taught her at a young age to start from the bottom and work her way up. This was the best way to avoid pain when brushing out tangles.
I once read a poem, no a book, entitled tanglewreck. It was written by my favorite author, Jeanette Winterson. Why is she my favorite? Her words inspire me. If I had 1/10 of the talent of that woman I’d be happy.
We fell in a tangle, our bodies intertwined in a dance of familiarity. It wasn’t sexual, but it was intimate, close. We were as one, each part of us in close contact with our counterpart. It was seductive. But I knew the game, and so did she. This dance was to the death, and only one of us would survive. If I proved skillful enough, it would be me. If I were lucky, it would be her, bearing my offspring.
I’m tangled up in a knot of I don’t even know what. I don’t know what to do or what this is even all about but it won’t quit. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. It’s like a huge love triangle of nothing but in reality it’s everything anyone has ever wanted in life.
The hairdresser tangled my hair. It hurt. I felt like crying out, but I held it in. What kind of person would make a deal about a little tug? Well, me.
tangle. the act of becoming intertwined the confusion of being two in a single space or perhaps the certainty that you have lost what it is that you see as yourself and instead melt into this singular that is separate from yourself. because that- that is something different from alienation.
mangle in a mess crazy trying to untangle overwhelmed but strong unable to give up unwilling to fail….will stay strong will emerge will redeem and will live better each day…even in tangles.
Our limbs became tangled as we passionately made our way through his apartment. There was barely any light, which was probably better. If I’d been able to see where I was again, I would know that it was only a weak crutch for this terrible night.