I hate the way I get messed up in you. Your fingers tousle me and I get lost in the web of it. It’s sickening and it makes my stomach turn in ways muscles aren’t supposed to compress. It frightens the ghosts out of me. It makes me read too much into things. It makes me move in circles. It makes me cringe in caresses.
Tiffany
There’s a tangle of souls in front of me, all interconnected and all spawning from my heart. No matter which way I go, the tangle intensifies, turning into a knot unable to be undone. A knot that intertwines us all, in imperfect harmony, wrapping around me, soul by soul, until I’m choking on my own overflow of love.
Tangle… tangela? As in the pokemon? Is it sad that that’s what I thought of. Probably. It’s a pretty useless pokemon. What does it even do? Is it grass type? That sounds right, though I feel like it might be normal.
my hair gets tangled when I don’t brush it for awhile. Legs get tangled, arms get tangled. Hearts get tangled. Love gets tangled. Everything is tangled
Kassie
Every emotion is tangled, while I weave myself further into situations. Conflicting complications surround me on all sides burning the life they trap. Everything is always breaking apart while I burrow myself into this web of lies and deceit.
Shpink watched on in anticipation. Her hair tangled around her finger as she nervously bit her nails, watching to see what I would write next. “I don’t really think it timed me when I tried it today. Like, is it supposed to take me to another screen?” She asked.
I had truly made a mess of things this time. I should have known that seeing Lonnie and John at the same time was a bad idea. I LOVE lonnie. I like john. john is like a fire in my belly, lonnie is the one that will always be with me no matter what happens, no matter how hard things get. why did i mess it up?
Madison
I am tangled in the brush of life, I don’t know which way is out.
The tangle of love and family.
Education and what I really want and how I think it should be done.
its all a tangle and I’m tangled in it with the people who love me.
Love is a tangle.
Katherine
Our emotions become a tangled web when relationships are involved. The he said, she said mentality is always self-absorbed. Why can’t we all just get along? She said: You gonna pick up that spilled food off the floor? He said: Don’t you see I am going to get a paper towel? Give me one second for a reaction, please.
I can never get that tangle of emotions out of my life. Love and jealousy, pain and rejection, ecstecy and fear all knot up together and I just can’t comb them out.
Andie
Some things are more beautiful when wound in a tangled mess than arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. To possess this quality, however, is a rare thing. Consider hair, it is best left brushed and maintained. A spiderweb, on the other hand, is beautiful in its complexity.
Caroline
My fingers tear through a snag and all I can think about is the fact that my face may be pretty, but it is framed by a torn-up birds nest. After that, all I can think about is how insignificant hair is. I want it gone.
My lips are dry and flaky, my skin is rough and red and bumpy, and my eyes are smudgy. Nothing about today feels good, and by “feels good” I mean “looks good.”
My mood is set, and based on what?
Nothing too important.
Kassandra
It was a tangle. A tangle of emotions, a tangle of everything.s More of a mangle than a tangle. Yes a mangle, not a tangle, But then what is the difference between a tangle and a mangle? Just the first letter. You work it out. Thats all folks.
roxanne
the mess of vines
in my eyes
mesmorize
the time is sigh
the little ppl
the hovering faces
the cowering bodies
the lovely embraces
the happy sticks
who break with bricks
who take my money
who take my love
who hurt me
who let me go
who send me away
who never… know
Tangle is a odd word it means alot. And currently I am in a tangle myself not my hair, my life. I guess that means many decision are at me? Not sure, but it feels like a knot I will never get out of!
Madison
my hair gets like this a lot, somtimes life can be in a tangle. My mind feels like its in a tangle a lot of the time. bushes can be like this. anything that is thin and fragle can be tangled not only string. when something is tangled you usually want to get it undone.
Kara Primm
This tangled web we weave makes my mind go in webs.
This web we form together makes my heart go in circles.
The circles my heart follows makes my mind go insane.
Therefore, we make me crazy!
Becky
the time had come for adversity.
aversion. adversarial complaint and fire.
i kick the cloth wound tightly about my legs in sweat-torn shreds.
i lie waiting for the next lovely thing
speakwalker
“Ah crap! I give up!” a frustrated Melissa moved away from the chaos. “It’s all the babies’ fault. They tangled it all up; they should unravel it!” Even Alexander the Great would have been daunted by the knots in the think, silk webbing. “But Mom said that we need to detangle all of it before she gets home with dinner,” Timmy reminded his big sister as he kept working at the web. “Or else,” pointed to the back of the room with a free pincer, “the fly will get away and all the babies will go hungry.”
Izolda
My tongue softly tangles with Destiny’s as her lips press firmly to mine,our bodies pressed together as we feel each other yearn for the other’s most intimate places.
My hair has a tangle in it. I tried to brush it out with a comb, but then the comb got tangled in my afro. I began to think of that movie with Mandy Moore, you know, that animated one? Tangled? I guess it’s about Rapunzel or something, and it’s supposed to be really damn cute. As I thought about this, I remembered that I still had a comb tangled in my afro.
Olivia
I love to feel my fingers tangled up in my hair. Anyone’s fingers for that matter. I like how strong it feels, I like the strands wrapped around my nails and knuckles. It can be an intimate feeling, hands tangled in my hair. It is messy and perfect.
hair
sex
sleep
shampoo
brush
thread
jewlery
life
spider web
clouds
refreshing word
cherry
hair after I get out of the shower and I am pissed theres no conditioner
Brian
Tangle. Mess. Iona’s hair and I get tangled in a mess or you can get tangled in the movie tangled Up when I went to see it with my cousins in Tampa and they cried and I preteneded to cry cause I want them to think I have emotions adn I pretended to be as obsessed with 3D as tehy are and ywsterday I remembered them and I miss them caues theyre all grown up! Awwwwww
Liv
Tangled up in the web of emotions, Beverly was unable to comprehend just what was going on around her. “Rich-” She was cut off. A bullet through the chest is apt to do that to a person. Richard held the smoking weapon and cursed under his breath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not again.
Reza
my hair, always gets tangled. I have long blond hair like Rapunzel and when I was little I could sit on it. it would always get tangled so my mom would french braid it every morning and it would hurt os bad. I sometimes got headacheds because of it. Its funny b/c its like the movie.
kate
i was tangled in a barbed wire. it really hurt and all i could do was yell and yell for someone to hear me, but no one did. The next day I had bruises and cuts all over me and then people thought I got beat up. It was really bad. My mom wondered what happened to me.
Haydn
my hair gets tangled when i sleep. when it gets tangled i think about how one day this hair will be short again and the tangled mess will be donated to someone else so they have to brush it and take care of it. it can be a beautiful thing to donate to someone…but think of the maintenance.
Casey Downing
Bob Dylan once wrote a song called “Tangled Up In Blue.” Beautiful, but nothing like my life. My life has nothing of that kind of poetry. But at the end of side one of the same album is a song called “You’re Going To Make Me Lonesome When You Go.” I used to think that song was about my Grandmother. Then I met my wife. Songs have meaning. Life has meaning. It’s just when you go looking for meaning in life, you had better leave some markers, so your friends will know how to find you.
Geoff Fields
I pulled away shocked at what I had done his fingers were still laced through mine before I jumped down to the floor. the top bunk the one we had watched movies on and I had just risked that all,
the tangled webs we weave are somehow meant to lie
between those threads, where spiders cry
The dew seeping from their pores, imitation tears
stevie
I’m tangled inside a web of lies. entrapped. Twisting and turning. Fighting with every ounce of my being, to get out. to free myself of this misery. But I can’t seem to wiggle the right way, and the web just seems to be growing around me.
Alex Gracen
here we are, tangled in each other’s emotions. together we stand, together we fall. tangled forever. in love. we are one, forever mingled, heart and soul, body and mind. love is a beautifl, tangled, and wranged thing.
Destiny-Blue
hair
dafjdfkljadkjfalksjdf hair oh man hair tangle roots nest mess tangle triangle tangled the movie tanglewood the neighborhood tangle tangle tangle tangle is it sixty seconds yet? nope. kajflksdjflkjsdf tangle angle right angle acute angle langle
mary elizabeth
the dog sat their in front of the porch eying down his component. his tail. all wrapped up in a big mess of swirls and whirls. tangled to its up-most difficulty. the dog had a dilemma. he wanted to unwrap the big curled up mess but couldn’t budge. he was afraid now. afraid that the stubborn mess of a tail would win. the dog had no other choice then the one staring him in the face. the dog had to bite off his tail.
tenay
The captain had to bodily pull herself out from under the mass of blankets that cold winter’s morn. Spring was nearly a few weeks away, but still the nights’ child made her cold and irritable. It was worse in the sky, during the snowier days, and landing was just impossible then. Last snow storm, they would have been buried up past the upper deck if she hadn’t waited to land at the last possible second along a beach.
It was messy, irritating work these days, but deliveries had to happen across continents, and no one but an airship captain was willing to take those risks.
The tangle inside is of strong stringy wire. It is metal and mean and monstrous. It is the bobbling bursting bit of terror inside of me. The cage to my greatest butterflies of doubt.
tangle is a funny word. if i was to tangle you would you live? there is a pokemon named tangela and that is the best pokemon ever! :D i really liked to be tangled in love! :D it is sometimes fun to be tangled
I hate the way I get messed up in you. Your fingers tousle me and I get lost in the web of it. It’s sickening and it makes my stomach turn in ways muscles aren’t supposed to compress. It frightens the ghosts out of me. It makes me read too much into things. It makes me move in circles. It makes me cringe in caresses.
There’s a tangle of souls in front of me, all interconnected and all spawning from my heart. No matter which way I go, the tangle intensifies, turning into a knot unable to be undone. A knot that intertwines us all, in imperfect harmony, wrapping around me, soul by soul, until I’m choking on my own overflow of love.
Tangle… tangela? As in the pokemon? Is it sad that that’s what I thought of. Probably. It’s a pretty useless pokemon. What does it even do? Is it grass type? That sounds right, though I feel like it might be normal.
my hair gets tangled when I don’t brush it for awhile. Legs get tangled, arms get tangled. Hearts get tangled. Love gets tangled. Everything is tangled
Every emotion is tangled, while I weave myself further into situations. Conflicting complications surround me on all sides burning the life they trap. Everything is always breaking apart while I burrow myself into this web of lies and deceit.
It’s a trap.
Shpink watched on in anticipation. Her hair tangled around her finger as she nervously bit her nails, watching to see what I would write next. “I don’t really think it timed me when I tried it today. Like, is it supposed to take me to another screen?” She asked.
I had truly made a mess of things this time. I should have known that seeing Lonnie and John at the same time was a bad idea. I LOVE lonnie. I like john. john is like a fire in my belly, lonnie is the one that will always be with me no matter what happens, no matter how hard things get. why did i mess it up?
I am tangled in the brush of life, I don’t know which way is out.
The tangle of love and family.
Education and what I really want and how I think it should be done.
its all a tangle and I’m tangled in it with the people who love me.
Love is a tangle.
Our emotions become a tangled web when relationships are involved. The he said, she said mentality is always self-absorbed. Why can’t we all just get along? She said: You gonna pick up that spilled food off the floor? He said: Don’t you see I am going to get a paper towel? Give me one second for a reaction, please.
I can never get that tangle of emotions out of my life. Love and jealousy, pain and rejection, ecstecy and fear all knot up together and I just can’t comb them out.
Some things are more beautiful when wound in a tangled mess than arranged in a neat and orderly fashion. To possess this quality, however, is a rare thing. Consider hair, it is best left brushed and maintained. A spiderweb, on the other hand, is beautiful in its complexity.
My fingers tear through a snag and all I can think about is the fact that my face may be pretty, but it is framed by a torn-up birds nest. After that, all I can think about is how insignificant hair is. I want it gone.
My lips are dry and flaky, my skin is rough and red and bumpy, and my eyes are smudgy. Nothing about today feels good, and by “feels good” I mean “looks good.”
My mood is set, and based on what?
Nothing too important.
It was a tangle. A tangle of emotions, a tangle of everything.s More of a mangle than a tangle. Yes a mangle, not a tangle, But then what is the difference between a tangle and a mangle? Just the first letter. You work it out. Thats all folks.
the mess of vines
in my eyes
mesmorize
the time is sigh
the little ppl
the hovering faces
the cowering bodies
the lovely embraces
the happy sticks
who break with bricks
who take my money
who take my love
who hurt me
who let me go
who send me away
who never… know
Tangle is a odd word it means alot. And currently I am in a tangle myself not my hair, my life. I guess that means many decision are at me? Not sure, but it feels like a knot I will never get out of!
my hair gets like this a lot, somtimes life can be in a tangle. My mind feels like its in a tangle a lot of the time. bushes can be like this. anything that is thin and fragle can be tangled not only string. when something is tangled you usually want to get it undone.
This tangled web we weave makes my mind go in webs.
This web we form together makes my heart go in circles.
The circles my heart follows makes my mind go insane.
Therefore, we make me crazy!
the time had come for adversity.
aversion. adversarial complaint and fire.
i kick the cloth wound tightly about my legs in sweat-torn shreds.
i lie waiting for the next lovely thing
“Ah crap! I give up!” a frustrated Melissa moved away from the chaos. “It’s all the babies’ fault. They tangled it all up; they should unravel it!” Even Alexander the Great would have been daunted by the knots in the think, silk webbing. “But Mom said that we need to detangle all of it before she gets home with dinner,” Timmy reminded his big sister as he kept working at the web. “Or else,” pointed to the back of the room with a free pincer, “the fly will get away and all the babies will go hungry.”
My tongue softly tangles with Destiny’s as her lips press firmly to mine,our bodies pressed together as we feel each other yearn for the other’s most intimate places.
Entangled is the web of life,
Woven of chaos, joy and strife.
My life is so utterly tangled. I can’t even explain it, or I might be loosening a thread.
My hair has a tangle in it. I tried to brush it out with a comb, but then the comb got tangled in my afro. I began to think of that movie with Mandy Moore, you know, that animated one? Tangled? I guess it’s about Rapunzel or something, and it’s supposed to be really damn cute. As I thought about this, I remembered that I still had a comb tangled in my afro.
I love to feel my fingers tangled up in my hair. Anyone’s fingers for that matter. I like how strong it feels, I like the strands wrapped around my nails and knuckles. It can be an intimate feeling, hands tangled in my hair. It is messy and perfect.
hair
sex
sleep
shampoo
brush
thread
jewlery
life
spider web
clouds
refreshing word
hair after I get out of the shower and I am pissed theres no conditioner
Tangle. Mess. Iona’s hair and I get tangled in a mess or you can get tangled in the movie tangled Up when I went to see it with my cousins in Tampa and they cried and I preteneded to cry cause I want them to think I have emotions adn I pretended to be as obsessed with 3D as tehy are and ywsterday I remembered them and I miss them caues theyre all grown up! Awwwwww
Tangled up in the web of emotions, Beverly was unable to comprehend just what was going on around her. “Rich-” She was cut off. A bullet through the chest is apt to do that to a person. Richard held the smoking weapon and cursed under his breath. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not again.
my hair, always gets tangled. I have long blond hair like Rapunzel and when I was little I could sit on it. it would always get tangled so my mom would french braid it every morning and it would hurt os bad. I sometimes got headacheds because of it. Its funny b/c its like the movie.
i was tangled in a barbed wire. it really hurt and all i could do was yell and yell for someone to hear me, but no one did. The next day I had bruises and cuts all over me and then people thought I got beat up. It was really bad. My mom wondered what happened to me.
my hair gets tangled when i sleep. when it gets tangled i think about how one day this hair will be short again and the tangled mess will be donated to someone else so they have to brush it and take care of it. it can be a beautiful thing to donate to someone…but think of the maintenance.
Bob Dylan once wrote a song called “Tangled Up In Blue.” Beautiful, but nothing like my life. My life has nothing of that kind of poetry. But at the end of side one of the same album is a song called “You’re Going To Make Me Lonesome When You Go.” I used to think that song was about my Grandmother. Then I met my wife. Songs have meaning. Life has meaning. It’s just when you go looking for meaning in life, you had better leave some markers, so your friends will know how to find you.
I pulled away shocked at what I had done his fingers were still laced through mine before I jumped down to the floor. the top bunk the one we had watched movies on and I had just risked that all,
the tangled webs we weave are somehow meant to lie
between those threads, where spiders cry
The dew seeping from their pores, imitation tears
I’m tangled inside a web of lies. entrapped. Twisting and turning. Fighting with every ounce of my being, to get out. to free myself of this misery. But I can’t seem to wiggle the right way, and the web just seems to be growing around me.
here we are, tangled in each other’s emotions. together we stand, together we fall. tangled forever. in love. we are one, forever mingled, heart and soul, body and mind. love is a beautifl, tangled, and wranged thing.
hair
dafjdfkljadkjfalksjdf hair oh man hair tangle roots nest mess tangle triangle tangled the movie tanglewood the neighborhood tangle tangle tangle tangle is it sixty seconds yet? nope. kajflksdjflkjsdf tangle angle right angle acute angle langle
the dog sat their in front of the porch eying down his component. his tail. all wrapped up in a big mess of swirls and whirls. tangled to its up-most difficulty. the dog had a dilemma. he wanted to unwrap the big curled up mess but couldn’t budge. he was afraid now. afraid that the stubborn mess of a tail would win. the dog had no other choice then the one staring him in the face. the dog had to bite off his tail.
The captain had to bodily pull herself out from under the mass of blankets that cold winter’s morn. Spring was nearly a few weeks away, but still the nights’ child made her cold and irritable. It was worse in the sky, during the snowier days, and landing was just impossible then. Last snow storm, they would have been buried up past the upper deck if she hadn’t waited to land at the last possible second along a beach.
It was messy, irritating work these days, but deliveries had to happen across continents, and no one but an airship captain was willing to take those risks.
The tangle inside is of strong stringy wire. It is metal and mean and monstrous. It is the bobbling bursting bit of terror inside of me. The cage to my greatest butterflies of doubt.
tangle is a funny word. if i was to tangle you would you live? there is a pokemon named tangela and that is the best pokemon ever! :D i really liked to be tangled in love! :D it is sometimes fun to be tangled