I am thisrty. I am always thirsty. Thirst can bring many problems. Death, anger, irritation, irrationianlization. I’m out of thoughts. The thirst i feel for many things, For with it i have many dreams. I see the life of men long dead. I see the things hidden in their heads. behind the wall behind the veil, I hear the call i hear the bell. The thirst it becons it screams it calls, It wants you and i, it wants us all.
Dalton
My thirst for the feeling of being loved was strong enough to pull a tidal wave. Since I had never experienced either of those, my hopes were pretty low.
thirst is not just physical. its mental. people thirst for friendship, for fun, for laughter. i thirst for something i can’t define-I don’t know what is or how to get there, but I’m trusting that God will lead me in the right direction.
Jenna Sutton
I thirst for knowledge. I thirst for adventure. I thirst to travel and live in awesome places. I thirst to achieve my goals and I thirst to collect my favorite books and movies and music and whatever else that inspires me. But right now, I really thirst for a glass of water.
drink water, juice any form of liquid…an unpleasant feeling one gets after a while without consuming any form of liquid. will die if you don’t solve it.
Wun
Haiku:
Thirst for all knowledge
Drink at each chance of passing
Yet, Always unquenched
Thee-Apotheosis
Water. Liquid. Life. Thirst is why we drive ourselves to look better, feel better and live better lives. How so? Thirst makes us drink the essential substance that flushes toxins out of our body and fulfills us.
i should be thristy if i lived in a desert, no water around me, but maybe i cant gt some out of a cactous. yeah, that’s what i would do.
Sofi
Thirst kills people and is worse than hunger because drinking is more important than eating. I’m thirsty right now just because I saw the word and I’ll probably drink some water because I’m on a diet and that sucks. Dieting sucks. Some people say if you drink water when you’re hungry that’ll help you not eat but it doesn’t. Because you’re not THIRSTY you’re hungry. Its common sense.
Anna
Unbearable, how could I survive? It’s been days, maybe even weeks, since I’ve had a drop. It was my poison, my aid, my elixir. I needed it, and I needed it now.
quench me ocean. your salty tease is no match for my powers of manifestation. mind soaks up the salt and send it to the sky. fat rain drops start to fall and me in my lonely raft open up skyward and drink in natures essence.
Laura
thirst makes me yearn for the sweet nector of delectable moisture flowing decidantly from a glass. Oh, how thirst creates desire so!!!
James
The Lost Boys of Sudan traveled miles and miles without food or water. Their thirsty throats were parched under the bare sun. They were fleeing their homes from warfare. They were frightened of becoming sterilized while they slept. Some came to the USA but they didn’t like it. Because it was not home.
Ellie griffith
Thirst is not simply a desire for water. It’s not the water. It’s the desire. That’s what thirst really is. Desire. You thirst after it. You long for it.
JIll
What do you want to drink? soda? water? Alchohol? What do you thirst for? freedom? happiness? I need to survive, so i drink water. When i want to have fun, i drink alchohol. I thirst for a drink, and i thirst for a meaning. Water, and adrenaline.
morgann
thirst, if time were only enough to quench us. but no, there is always a struggle, always a fight, and for what?we will always be looking for water?we will never be happy with what we have, it will never be good enough, and the thirst within us will only get angrier, more aggressive. soon the sand wll scratch our throats, the aching will begin, and there will be nothing to stop the thirst but our hot salty tears.
alex
I have a healthy thirst of love. I usually find myself laying down thinking about what I can do to help this thirst, my heart is dry and it needs something new and refreshing. Honestly speaking, the summer will make it worst. There’s nothing to drink though.
Jamila Creswell
For so long, I had thirsted. I had tried to find the Morisilum, but it was hiding from me. Now, I’ve finally found it – the drink of life.
Caroline
I want you, i want you so bad
thirsty is what they call it. A strange word thhhhhhiiiiiirrrrrrsssstyyyyyy. Th: the sound of a tongue flicking about in the search, irrrrrr: the sound of your mouth drawing nothing in, ssssttt: a dry desert wind. yyyyy: a breath that passes away
I thirst for life. For breeze and soft grass. For cheap consumerist products and for the shallow momentary attention of others. For death.
MJ
A longing so all consuming, that it is all I think about. It is a want, beyond anything that can easily be filled. It is hunger that can be the death of me. I wait for satisfaction.
Parched feeling at times makes you wonder can u go a day without a glass of some form of liquid before food.. I love a refreshing glass of lemonade the kind that seems to make the glass sweat.. And while you perspire, that cold glass seems to make your sweat drop feel like little rolling refreshing bits of ice, that seem to soothe as your whole frame is in complete joy and utter satisfaction..
Omar
Being in the desert for ages and all u need is a glass of water.man I’m thirsty
She longed to touch him. Her body tingled with an insatiable touch to be in his arms. She wanted the security he provided her. She was safe with him. She could stay there forever.
Vai
Thirst is what happens when one has a quench for a drink. thirst can also represent a necesity or a want for something. For example, a thirst for education means one would like to learn more. Thirst is a fascinating word.
Emeline
“I am thirsty,” he said.
Water is all he could think about. His mouth was dry and his hope was fading. The barren land seemed never ending.
Esme Araiza
omg i just had some freshly opened coca cola, i swear i think they still put coke in it because i always go back for a second and third cup. who would know if they really did?
is when there is no water. No thought, impossible amounts of loss, unquenched. Thirst is what I do when I can’t see her or more importantly hold her. There are thoughts outside like lightning I’m told, it’s dangerous to go there. She makes me wait out the rain.
John Rogers
Like salted water, I will fill you but also leave you craving for more. I am your drink and your thirst; your food and your hunger; your wish and your desire. You are my fairytale and we are our happy ending
the inexplicable thirst I feel, which could be the reasoning behind my having a Powerade a smoothie and a cup of water on my desk currently, is only growing worse with each minute ticking by me, each minute I’m not writing and each minute my stories and thoughts sit in files collecting dust. … my minute, is up.
kristy
I thirst for the water of youth that everyone claims is so far out of reach and so coveted by all. But what I have realized lately that most people don’t is that it is right within me; I do not even have to leave my seat to find it. Whether I am 9 or 90, there will always be my childish innocence waiting within me to be embraced, released and keep me young for the rest of my life.
Nya Boland
she says love like others say grace, left hand nestled in her right (as if to say, everything will be okay, everything will be okay) and resting on the table in front of her, as if by the casual extension of her arms she can hold me at length, me, across the table, my own hands in my lap, my own lap, she’s saying “Love” from across the table and I am learning in a slow epiphany that everything is in my head, these are delusions, I am seeing prayers everywhere, I am seeing prayers in the framework of her fragile bones, laid delicately and deliberately to rest where she has left them, as if she were dead already, as if she can choose the way her casual structure will look as she decays, I am thirsty.
She walked along hurriedly, afraid the footsteps behind her would catch up. It was late, and she had no reason to be here. She quickened her pace, the steps got closer. Faster faster she ran, until she was able to get first to quench her thirst
She was evaporating, scorched by the spiteful rays of an unforgiving sun, porcelain skin cracked and calloused, bleached to a sickly yellow as glass nails clawed the earth dragging her toward the shadows of the castle. The thirst was unparalleled, possessively claiming her waking thoughts and obliterating any awareness outside of those unsurfeited pangs. Blood. It was there, just beyond those crumbling walls, she could taste the fear permeating its pulse as it salaciously licked at flared nostrils; it tasted like…wait, no, it tasted like ash. Ah, so this was the denouement, was it? A warm wind blew across the field, scattering the remnants of hundreds of years of hunger, of need, granting her one last wish, one last childish whim…She had often dreamt of flying and the soft smile playing on grey lips hinted at the solace taken in the now realized reverie as she crumbled away, her smoldering cinders caressed ever upwards to the heavens by a sympathetic summer breeze…
I taste you once but that is not enough. I thirst to see the thin flesh over your bony face, thirst for your sweet lips and coursing red blood that connects a heart pure as brass with mine, even more tainted than your bittersweet soul. You and I can be together
under the flame tree
on baked clay
in the middle of a large chook pen
just a few lone thistles
still surviving
the yellow chicks
range
beyond their mother
David
fuck i just did this now i have to think again actually not think just write hahahah well its not that funny is it thirst i dunno i was thirsty i kinda am im usualy thirsty which could b e abad sign hmmmm hope not anyways that style of writing reminded me of tetse weeeeeeird now i cant stop it ok stop it stop stop stop ok i think im back this is weird wow i wanted to write hmmmmm again but had to stop stop stop myself
I’m not really very thirsty right now; I guess it’s because I had a glass of milk for dinner. But to be honest, milk doesn’t do much to quench my thirst; unless, of course, I’m eating something really thick and throat-clogging (hardy har, more along the lines of a chocolate bar) or if I’m eating something really spicy. In which case water wouldn’t cut it. But in terms of thirst in general, I guess I don’t have much to say except that many people die of lack of access to water.
I thirst for nothing but water.
I am thisrty. I am always thirsty. Thirst can bring many problems. Death, anger, irritation, irrationianlization. I’m out of thoughts. The thirst i feel for many things, For with it i have many dreams. I see the life of men long dead. I see the things hidden in their heads. behind the wall behind the veil, I hear the call i hear the bell. The thirst it becons it screams it calls, It wants you and i, it wants us all.
My thirst for the feeling of being loved was strong enough to pull a tidal wave. Since I had never experienced either of those, my hopes were pretty low.
thirst is not just physical. its mental. people thirst for friendship, for fun, for laughter. i thirst for something i can’t define-I don’t know what is or how to get there, but I’m trusting that God will lead me in the right direction.
I thirst for knowledge. I thirst for adventure. I thirst to travel and live in awesome places. I thirst to achieve my goals and I thirst to collect my favorite books and movies and music and whatever else that inspires me. But right now, I really thirst for a glass of water.
drink water, juice any form of liquid…an unpleasant feeling one gets after a while without consuming any form of liquid. will die if you don’t solve it.
Haiku:
Thirst for all knowledge
Drink at each chance of passing
Yet, Always unquenched
Water. Liquid. Life. Thirst is why we drive ourselves to look better, feel better and live better lives. How so? Thirst makes us drink the essential substance that flushes toxins out of our body and fulfills us.
i should be thristy if i lived in a desert, no water around me, but maybe i cant gt some out of a cactous. yeah, that’s what i would do.
Thirst kills people and is worse than hunger because drinking is more important than eating. I’m thirsty right now just because I saw the word and I’ll probably drink some water because I’m on a diet and that sucks. Dieting sucks. Some people say if you drink water when you’re hungry that’ll help you not eat but it doesn’t. Because you’re not THIRSTY you’re hungry. Its common sense.
Unbearable, how could I survive? It’s been days, maybe even weeks, since I’ve had a drop. It was my poison, my aid, my elixir. I needed it, and I needed it now.
quench me ocean. your salty tease is no match for my powers of manifestation. mind soaks up the salt and send it to the sky. fat rain drops start to fall and me in my lonely raft open up skyward and drink in natures essence.
thirst makes me yearn for the sweet nector of delectable moisture flowing decidantly from a glass. Oh, how thirst creates desire so!!!
The Lost Boys of Sudan traveled miles and miles without food or water. Their thirsty throats were parched under the bare sun. They were fleeing their homes from warfare. They were frightened of becoming sterilized while they slept. Some came to the USA but they didn’t like it. Because it was not home.
Thirst is not simply a desire for water. It’s not the water. It’s the desire. That’s what thirst really is. Desire. You thirst after it. You long for it.
What do you want to drink? soda? water? Alchohol? What do you thirst for? freedom? happiness? I need to survive, so i drink water. When i want to have fun, i drink alchohol. I thirst for a drink, and i thirst for a meaning. Water, and adrenaline.
thirst, if time were only enough to quench us. but no, there is always a struggle, always a fight, and for what?we will always be looking for water?we will never be happy with what we have, it will never be good enough, and the thirst within us will only get angrier, more aggressive. soon the sand wll scratch our throats, the aching will begin, and there will be nothing to stop the thirst but our hot salty tears.
I have a healthy thirst of love. I usually find myself laying down thinking about what I can do to help this thirst, my heart is dry and it needs something new and refreshing. Honestly speaking, the summer will make it worst. There’s nothing to drink though.
For so long, I had thirsted. I had tried to find the Morisilum, but it was hiding from me. Now, I’ve finally found it – the drink of life.
I want you, i want you so bad
thirsty is what they call it. A strange word thhhhhhiiiiiirrrrrrsssstyyyyyy. Th: the sound of a tongue flicking about in the search, irrrrrr: the sound of your mouth drawing nothing in, ssssttt: a dry desert wind. yyyyy: a breath that passes away
I thirst for life. For breeze and soft grass. For cheap consumerist products and for the shallow momentary attention of others. For death.
A longing so all consuming, that it is all I think about. It is a want, beyond anything that can easily be filled. It is hunger that can be the death of me. I wait for satisfaction.
I hope that I’m thirsty for life.
That I never get tired of drinking it all in.
That it is never quenched
but that’s a terrible thing to wish!
Life is a terrible thing to wish
a masochism
which we grow to love and appreciate.
Parched feeling at times makes you wonder can u go a day without a glass of some form of liquid before food.. I love a refreshing glass of lemonade the kind that seems to make the glass sweat.. And while you perspire, that cold glass seems to make your sweat drop feel like little rolling refreshing bits of ice, that seem to soothe as your whole frame is in complete joy and utter satisfaction..
Being in the desert for ages and all u need is a glass of water.man I’m thirsty
She longed to touch him. Her body tingled with an insatiable touch to be in his arms. She wanted the security he provided her. She was safe with him. She could stay there forever.
Thirst is what happens when one has a quench for a drink. thirst can also represent a necesity or a want for something. For example, a thirst for education means one would like to learn more. Thirst is a fascinating word.
“I am thirsty,” he said.
Water is all he could think about. His mouth was dry and his hope was fading. The barren land seemed never ending.
omg i just had some freshly opened coca cola, i swear i think they still put coke in it because i always go back for a second and third cup. who would know if they really did?
is when there is no water. No thought, impossible amounts of loss, unquenched. Thirst is what I do when I can’t see her or more importantly hold her. There are thoughts outside like lightning I’m told, it’s dangerous to go there. She makes me wait out the rain.
Like salted water, I will fill you but also leave you craving for more. I am your drink and your thirst; your food and your hunger; your wish and your desire. You are my fairytale and we are our happy ending
the inexplicable thirst I feel, which could be the reasoning behind my having a Powerade a smoothie and a cup of water on my desk currently, is only growing worse with each minute ticking by me, each minute I’m not writing and each minute my stories and thoughts sit in files collecting dust. … my minute, is up.
I thirst for the water of youth that everyone claims is so far out of reach and so coveted by all. But what I have realized lately that most people don’t is that it is right within me; I do not even have to leave my seat to find it. Whether I am 9 or 90, there will always be my childish innocence waiting within me to be embraced, released and keep me young for the rest of my life.
she says love like others say grace, left hand nestled in her right (as if to say, everything will be okay, everything will be okay) and resting on the table in front of her, as if by the casual extension of her arms she can hold me at length, me, across the table, my own hands in my lap, my own lap, she’s saying “Love” from across the table and I am learning in a slow epiphany that everything is in my head, these are delusions, I am seeing prayers everywhere, I am seeing prayers in the framework of her fragile bones, laid delicately and deliberately to rest where she has left them, as if she were dead already, as if she can choose the way her casual structure will look as she decays, I am thirsty.
She walked along hurriedly, afraid the footsteps behind her would catch up. It was late, and she had no reason to be here. She quickened her pace, the steps got closer. Faster faster she ran, until she was able to get first to quench her thirst
She was evaporating, scorched by the spiteful rays of an unforgiving sun, porcelain skin cracked and calloused, bleached to a sickly yellow as glass nails clawed the earth dragging her toward the shadows of the castle. The thirst was unparalleled, possessively claiming her waking thoughts and obliterating any awareness outside of those unsurfeited pangs. Blood. It was there, just beyond those crumbling walls, she could taste the fear permeating its pulse as it salaciously licked at flared nostrils; it tasted like…wait, no, it tasted like ash. Ah, so this was the denouement, was it? A warm wind blew across the field, scattering the remnants of hundreds of years of hunger, of need, granting her one last wish, one last childish whim…She had often dreamt of flying and the soft smile playing on grey lips hinted at the solace taken in the now realized reverie as she crumbled away, her smoldering cinders caressed ever upwards to the heavens by a sympathetic summer breeze…
I taste you once but that is not enough. I thirst to see the thin flesh over your bony face, thirst for your sweet lips and coursing red blood that connects a heart pure as brass with mine, even more tainted than your bittersweet soul. You and I can be together
under the flame tree
on baked clay
in the middle of a large chook pen
just a few lone thistles
still surviving
the yellow chicks
range
beyond their mother
fuck i just did this now i have to think again actually not think just write hahahah well its not that funny is it thirst i dunno i was thirsty i kinda am im usualy thirsty which could b e abad sign hmmmm hope not anyways that style of writing reminded me of tetse weeeeeeird now i cant stop it ok stop it stop stop stop ok i think im back this is weird wow i wanted to write hmmmmm again but had to stop stop stop myself
I’m not really very thirsty right now; I guess it’s because I had a glass of milk for dinner. But to be honest, milk doesn’t do much to quench my thirst; unless, of course, I’m eating something really thick and throat-clogging (hardy har, more along the lines of a chocolate bar) or if I’m eating something really spicy. In which case water wouldn’t cut it. But in terms of thirst in general, I guess I don’t have much to say except that many people die of lack of access to water.