The desert was hot and dry, so my mouth was dry and needing of thirst. I need cool water running down my throat before i elapse from this deep thirst. So dry, and so hot. I might die from thirst.
Sammy
my mouth becomes suddenly dry as i look into his bright, clear blue eyes. the eyes that hypnotize me every time i see them. like magic, those eyes. the pure water filling them with their blue wonder i thirst for. Breathtaking, thrilling. his lips gently press against my face as all the blood in my body rushes to my face. before i must seperate from those eys he whispers sweetly into my ear, “goodnight, my love.” the tears began to flow as my prince boarded the plane dressed in army green leaving me for war.
Leah Collins
I thirst for normalcy. I thirst for a medication that can stabilize my moods without turning me into a zombie. I thirst for sadness rather than depression. I thirst for happiness rather than mania. I thirst for understanding rather than knowledge. I thirst for poems rather than words.
I’m not that thirsty at the moment. I just went to McDonald’s with my brother and I had a Diet Coke with my chicken McNuggets. I feel bad about eating bad food, but I’m a college student and it’s the cheapest thing I could find without actually having to cook. I suppose I should be grateful to have any food at all.
Emma
She groaned from thirst as her brother drank. Living in Africa was harder than Laine thought, as Ollie finished the water bottle right in front of her eyes. She didn’t think she was going to last, but Ollie needed the water more than her. She’d rather die than her younger brother, he had more to live for.
Emmy W.
You’re unlike any other. You make my mouth water with your luciousness and you make my mouth dry with withdrawls of you. I have a thirst for you unlike any other. Come help it calm..
water milk and orange juice. thirst for life love happiness life . thirst for goalsand dreams. if you’re a vampire thirst for blood. hirst reminds me of the ocean like a drop in the ocean a change in the weather i was praying that you and me might end up together its lke wishing for rain when i’m standing in the desert thinrst reminds me of water rain and nature and a rainbow
maggie
My mouth is dry, my heart is heavy. i am yearning for something to quench my thirst for this life. yesterday i drank an entire carton on apple juice The day before it was grapefruit. I am quenched physically but not spiri
Bee
Standing in the desert he wondered if the world had ended. The sky stretched for miles around him, the desert for miles beneath him and his mind buckled and strained beneath the distance. His eyes watered in the bright, boiling sun that beat down on his sweaty brow. He swallowed hard, something dryly clicking in his throat.
Rose
Dry and parched, I search for something soothing. The deep cracks of my lips sting as my tongue flicks over them. I bring the glass to my lips, hands unsteady, too quickly. Droplets slip out, running down my neck, cooling my skin.
Thirst comes in so many forms. Tonight my first thirst was for liquid. But that was only the surface. I turned around the corner, and suddenly the silence of the alleys was replaced by cacophonous roars of noise. I was assaulted by visual blurs of flashing neon, great swathes of movement. I looked down to my feet, kept a low profile as I walked, heading for my favourite late-night coffee bar.
Thirst comes in so many forms. Tonight my first thirst was for liquid. But that was only the surface. I turned around the corner, and suddenly the silence of the alleys was replaced by cacophonous roars of noise. Visually, I was assaulted by flashing neon, great swathes of movement. I looked down to my feet, kept a low profile as I walked, heading for my favourite late-night coffee bar.
Jon
I am thirsty really thirsty the thirst for life is what i strive for I need it, I long for it. know one understands this longing I have there is a monster within me, two actually One is white and the other is black they fight and fight but I never know who will win, I feed both of them equally but they scream, screams of pain and want because they are thirsty this thirst I can’t describe it i long to satisfy this thirst I feel.
Michele Zaman
Twenty days in the desert. Out of water. May die of thirst. Need water, but must get medicine to poor village a few miles away. I can make it, though I need water like a plant.
iwant
iwantgreatness
iwantappreciation
iwanttobeknown
i thirst for recognition.
mac
Man there is nothing like that first sip of water after a day of work in the afghan sun. It’s surprising how big the temperature change is from winter to summer, and when you come in, take your armour off and pour that water, water sitting in the reefer, down your throat, nothing tastes sweeter.
tom
The thirst for it was painful. She looked at the spot on the wall where it would have been had she been victorious, and felt a burn like never before. The thirst flamed at the most unexpected of times, and she always wanted it more after that. She would have her way this time, there was no question about it.
kait
I am thirsty. My tongue a swollen lump in my mouth. I am beyond the point of being able to swallow. I am dying. My body is being crippled from the perpetual loss of what every human needs: water. I thirst.
Glam Girl
thrist wow lets see how many times i can spell this one wrong… well what do i THIRST for i thirst for a cure to melancholy, lethargy, procrastination and apathy… there we go
Thirst can be more than physical – thirst can be an obsession, a quest, a ceaseless dance between desire and yearning – an obstacle to fulfillment.
I’ve drunk from their fountains, and yet still, I thirst.
Solomon Terra
Power, unhinged, all the way up to the Heavens…The Angels would sing and the Mortals would thirst for the blood of the young. Lightning and thunder, dark clouds would fill the sky and the Angels fell silent.
I longed for water. My tongue, dry as the desert I was laying in, screamed in it’s need for a liquid. I could not walk any longer. I would die here. Or I would result to drinking my own blood.
The desert of the volcanic valley was parched. No water to be found. Alas, far away, I did spot a sailboat. I ran to it, desiring the water underneath. But when I approached the boat, I saw the lake of molten lava that was seeping into the sail boat, thus sinking it. I dipped my hand into the lake for a taste anyway.
Thirst? How come you can’t quench your thirst with soda? A nice cold, overly-fizzy, nose-tingling soda? You try to chug it, and you feel like your chest will explode there’s so much carbonation in there. Believe me, I did it yesterday. And it wasn’t fun.
Thirst can be of more than just liquid substance. We can thirst for attention and have a thirst to be and see things. It’s a feeling that can take over your mind and that within itself is thirst. It’s the beginning of an endless cycle.
Blood boiling in his veins
Pulse heavy in his neck
Eyes like crimson
Fangs elongate
Hunger beating thoguh him
Thirst taking over
Target in sight
Rush of adrenilen
Ready to strike
Teeth puncturing skin
Screams fill the air
Blood draining
Body falls to the ground
Smile graces his lips
Thirsty no more
Chelsea
He watched her go, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of the blazer she’d given him years ago. He had never been able to understand the way she walked, her shoulders thrown back, her eyes directed toward the clouds. She was so timid in person, so innocent, so unlikely to rob anyone of anything, and, yet…
He shook his head, unable to decide what exactly she was. There was a thirst for power inside of her, and he felt he was the only one able to see it sometimes.
I was always wanting something more. More intimacy, more freedom, more safety, more everything. The thirst drove me forward and held me back. The things I desired countered each other, exiled me from ever achieving just one, just one little thing that I wanted. And then I woke up to the sound of a soft voice, and I realized that for once I had gained something. When had I found it? And how had it gotten to me? It was there only because I had given up the other things that held me back. The other people. I may have lost, but I have found. That’s the definition of equivalent exchange.
It grows inside you like a hunger, like a thirst. To want, to need, to feel to no end. It engulfs you like the sky, dry as a bone yet leaving you salivating. The necessity grows and grows.
I like drink as every one in the world. However, I like drink wines the most. Some people might call in alcoholism but i think this is fun way to spend time.
Den
Thirst is quintessential meaning of life. Terse. Simple. Real.
Wasay
the endless thirst for knowledge. the pursuit of meaning..
The thirst for knowledge is greater in some people than it is in others. Some people absorb knowledge like a sponge and are constantly thirsty for more. Others do not care. They have no motivation. It is sad.
I have this feeling for a couple of days now. No matter how much water I drink.. I still feel the thirst. I’m beginning to feel what I need is something more than just water. I need something bigger that I haven’t quite found out yet, and boy, it’s irritating.
Mark
We all have a thirst for something – it is what keeps us moving through life, what gets us up in the morning, what motivates us. It may be a thirst for knowledge, it may be a thrst for success, it may be a thirst to just know what lies over the next stop.
The desert was hot and dry, so my mouth was dry and needing of thirst. I need cool water running down my throat before i elapse from this deep thirst. So dry, and so hot. I might die from thirst.
my mouth becomes suddenly dry as i look into his bright, clear blue eyes. the eyes that hypnotize me every time i see them. like magic, those eyes. the pure water filling them with their blue wonder i thirst for. Breathtaking, thrilling. his lips gently press against my face as all the blood in my body rushes to my face. before i must seperate from those eys he whispers sweetly into my ear, “goodnight, my love.” the tears began to flow as my prince boarded the plane dressed in army green leaving me for war.
I thirst for normalcy. I thirst for a medication that can stabilize my moods without turning me into a zombie. I thirst for sadness rather than depression. I thirst for happiness rather than mania. I thirst for understanding rather than knowledge. I thirst for poems rather than words.
I’m not that thirsty at the moment. I just went to McDonald’s with my brother and I had a Diet Coke with my chicken McNuggets. I feel bad about eating bad food, but I’m a college student and it’s the cheapest thing I could find without actually having to cook. I suppose I should be grateful to have any food at all.
She groaned from thirst as her brother drank. Living in Africa was harder than Laine thought, as Ollie finished the water bottle right in front of her eyes. She didn’t think she was going to last, but Ollie needed the water more than her. She’d rather die than her younger brother, he had more to live for.
You’re unlike any other. You make my mouth water with your luciousness and you make my mouth dry with withdrawls of you. I have a thirst for you unlike any other. Come help it calm..
water milk and orange juice. thirst for life love happiness life . thirst for goalsand dreams. if you’re a vampire thirst for blood. hirst reminds me of the ocean like a drop in the ocean a change in the weather i was praying that you and me might end up together its lke wishing for rain when i’m standing in the desert thinrst reminds me of water rain and nature and a rainbow
My mouth is dry, my heart is heavy. i am yearning for something to quench my thirst for this life. yesterday i drank an entire carton on apple juice The day before it was grapefruit. I am quenched physically but not spiri
Standing in the desert he wondered if the world had ended. The sky stretched for miles around him, the desert for miles beneath him and his mind buckled and strained beneath the distance. His eyes watered in the bright, boiling sun that beat down on his sweaty brow. He swallowed hard, something dryly clicking in his throat.
Dry and parched, I search for something soothing. The deep cracks of my lips sting as my tongue flicks over them. I bring the glass to my lips, hands unsteady, too quickly. Droplets slip out, running down my neck, cooling my skin.
Thirst comes in so many forms. Tonight my first thirst was for liquid. But that was only the surface. I turned around the corner, and suddenly the silence of the alleys was replaced by cacophonous roars of noise. I was assaulted by visual blurs of flashing neon, great swathes of movement. I looked down to my feet, kept a low profile as I walked, heading for my favourite late-night coffee bar.
a cup of water
I am thirsty. Thisty for a good job. Thirsty to leave Orlando. Thirsty to start over.
“Lemonade.” He croaked the word as if he was dying of thirst. To be honest, he wasn’t.
Still, he was poured and given a glass that had the allotted three ice cubes and just the right ratio of lemon, sugar, and water.
“Lemonade,” he repeated, for no apparent reason, even after he was sated.
Thirst comes in so many forms. Tonight my first thirst was for liquid. But that was only the surface. I turned around the corner, and suddenly the silence of the alleys was replaced by cacophonous roars of noise. Visually, I was assaulted by flashing neon, great swathes of movement. I looked down to my feet, kept a low profile as I walked, heading for my favourite late-night coffee bar.
I am thirsty really thirsty the thirst for life is what i strive for I need it, I long for it. know one understands this longing I have there is a monster within me, two actually One is white and the other is black they fight and fight but I never know who will win, I feed both of them equally but they scream, screams of pain and want because they are thirsty this thirst I can’t describe it i long to satisfy this thirst I feel.
Twenty days in the desert. Out of water. May die of thirst. Need water, but must get medicine to poor village a few miles away. I can make it, though I need water like a plant.
iwant
iwantgreatness
iwantappreciation
iwanttobeknown
i thirst for recognition.
Man there is nothing like that first sip of water after a day of work in the afghan sun. It’s surprising how big the temperature change is from winter to summer, and when you come in, take your armour off and pour that water, water sitting in the reefer, down your throat, nothing tastes sweeter.
The thirst for it was painful. She looked at the spot on the wall where it would have been had she been victorious, and felt a burn like never before. The thirst flamed at the most unexpected of times, and she always wanted it more after that. She would have her way this time, there was no question about it.
I am thirsty. My tongue a swollen lump in my mouth. I am beyond the point of being able to swallow. I am dying. My body is being crippled from the perpetual loss of what every human needs: water. I thirst.
thrist wow lets see how many times i can spell this one wrong… well what do i THIRST for i thirst for a cure to melancholy, lethargy, procrastination and apathy… there we go
I thirst for that which makes me less dry. ;-)
Thirst can be more than physical – thirst can be an obsession, a quest, a ceaseless dance between desire and yearning – an obstacle to fulfillment.
I’ve drunk from their fountains, and yet still, I thirst.
Power, unhinged, all the way up to the Heavens…The Angels would sing and the Mortals would thirst for the blood of the young. Lightning and thunder, dark clouds would fill the sky and the Angels fell silent.
I longed for water. My tongue, dry as the desert I was laying in, screamed in it’s need for a liquid. I could not walk any longer. I would die here. Or I would result to drinking my own blood.
The desert of the volcanic valley was parched. No water to be found. Alas, far away, I did spot a sailboat. I ran to it, desiring the water underneath. But when I approached the boat, I saw the lake of molten lava that was seeping into the sail boat, thus sinking it. I dipped my hand into the lake for a taste anyway.
Thirst? How come you can’t quench your thirst with soda? A nice cold, overly-fizzy, nose-tingling soda? You try to chug it, and you feel like your chest will explode there’s so much carbonation in there. Believe me, I did it yesterday. And it wasn’t fun.
Thirst.
The first thing I think in the morning.
Thirsty.
The worst thing to be in the desert.
Thirst can be of more than just liquid substance. We can thirst for attention and have a thirst to be and see things. It’s a feeling that can take over your mind and that within itself is thirst. It’s the beginning of an endless cycle.
Blood boiling in his veins
Pulse heavy in his neck
Eyes like crimson
Fangs elongate
Hunger beating thoguh him
Thirst taking over
Target in sight
Rush of adrenilen
Ready to strike
Teeth puncturing skin
Screams fill the air
Blood draining
Body falls to the ground
Smile graces his lips
Thirsty no more
He watched her go, his hands stuffed deep into the pockets of the blazer she’d given him years ago. He had never been able to understand the way she walked, her shoulders thrown back, her eyes directed toward the clouds. She was so timid in person, so innocent, so unlikely to rob anyone of anything, and, yet…
He shook his head, unable to decide what exactly she was. There was a thirst for power inside of her, and he felt he was the only one able to see it sometimes.
Looking…drinking…parched again.
I was always wanting something more. More intimacy, more freedom, more safety, more everything. The thirst drove me forward and held me back. The things I desired countered each other, exiled me from ever achieving just one, just one little thing that I wanted. And then I woke up to the sound of a soft voice, and I realized that for once I had gained something. When had I found it? And how had it gotten to me? It was there only because I had given up the other things that held me back. The other people. I may have lost, but I have found. That’s the definition of equivalent exchange.
It grows inside you like a hunger, like a thirst. To want, to need, to feel to no end. It engulfs you like the sky, dry as a bone yet leaving you salivating. The necessity grows and grows.
I like drink as every one in the world. However, I like drink wines the most. Some people might call in alcoholism but i think this is fun way to spend time.
Thirst is quintessential meaning of life. Terse. Simple. Real.
the endless thirst for knowledge. the pursuit of meaning..
The thirst for knowledge is greater in some people than it is in others. Some people absorb knowledge like a sponge and are constantly thirsty for more. Others do not care. They have no motivation. It is sad.
I have this feeling for a couple of days now. No matter how much water I drink.. I still feel the thirst. I’m beginning to feel what I need is something more than just water. I need something bigger that I haven’t quite found out yet, and boy, it’s irritating.
We all have a thirst for something – it is what keeps us moving through life, what gets us up in the morning, what motivates us. It may be a thirst for knowledge, it may be a thrst for success, it may be a thirst to just know what lies over the next stop.