He tilted his head and peered from the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw a flying pan coming his way. He had enough time to duck down, hands over his head. Apparently, she’s not done yet. Perhaps she wouldn’t be done in a long time. But he won’t blame her, of course. It had been his fault and he planned to face the consequences of his actions. At least, that’s what he planned to do until…
with the tilt of her head i could see that she had been murdered.murdered like shakespear done by a bunch of eighth grade drama students.
Dan
tilt your head
see under my bed
under my comfortable mask
it’s a dirty task
to see the hidden truth
different than you once knew
this is what i have to hide
you just have to look inside
Full tilt is a strange expression. It means, really, someone going really fast, or at something with all their strength. But if I think about it long enough I see an object balanced precariously on a table about to fall off. I wonder, does it mean the point right before it falls, or the breaking point, when it’s pushed over the edge?
I’m tilting my head, but not really. I think the layout of this place is really cute and it’s all purple and gray. Chelsea just immed me, but I’m doing this so I really can’t focus on her. I hate that I make typos when I’m rushing to type. But I delete them to still look all pristine. This is seriously word vomit right now. KNock knock knock on wood… on the radio, what the hell!
cris
Everything is helter-skelter, upside down, and tilted. There goes the floor, away again.
There’s never any balance. We throw ourselves from side to side, trying to find the middle ground. But they’re just hopeless attempts to right something that was never wrong.
I’m on a ride at an amusement park. It’s spinning and tilting and crashing side to side.
I’m in space. The earth is revolving, at a tilt of 23 1/2 degrees.
I’m watching the world, but seeing it differently than you do. I’m spinning.
Allison
My life was kidywompous, tilting from side to side in an endless and torrential spin out of control.
Jason Gray
Tilt it to the left… to the right… This only reminds me of MARIO KART!!! I freaking love that game. I just hate those damn bananas. Did I spell that correctly??? I don’t care Yoshi is a beast. That’s all I have to say.
hanging precariously from the edge of the universe, tom’s brain teetered and tilted slowly then faster; progressing to a state of unadulterated pleasure. His intrinsic euphoria was on par with the divine
jacob
Tilt, tilted. That’s what I thought. When it ended. He looked at me- head tilted, asking a silent question. My answer- no.
Paige
As the world tilted on its axis for its final time, I started to move towards the sunlight. It was the last light I ever saw.
He was a professional poker player with a fatal flaw. His inability to control his more base emotions and an excess of pride lead to a somewhat inconvenient characteristic for a man of his profession. If he lost a bad hand or made a poor decision, he wouldn’t take time to gather his faculties and make plans for a renewed assault.
Lucifer Damien
We went at it full-tilt. Carriages slamming against each other. Screaming obscenities not fit for children to hear. Spitting.
There was only one bag of pretzel M&Ms left on the shelf. I’d be damned if that hag got it.
the earth shifted. the tilt tore her lovers hand from her grasp, he fell and dashed down to the rocks below. She screamed but no sound poured from her lips.
Rose Meyer
She tilted her head to examine the p[aper before her. The lettering was old and faded, and the paper yellowed with age. She could barely make out the words that blotted the page, yet she knew what they said.
I love going to the old arcade game rooms. We had a place like that back at home. It was called Weirs Beach. Awesome boardwalk, all the usual games, pinball (tilt! tilt!) and stuff like that. Lots of childhood memories get wrapped up in places like that, running from machine to machine, counting how many tickets you had left and begging mom for more money. I wish I could move back there and give my daughter that experience too before she’s grown.
I go on the tilt with my heavy bag on the soulders : I must go until the little house, I must hide this explosives !
gwezheneg
Tilt , the world is on a tilt , nothing seems balanced , nothing seems fair , and just when you think you’ve found the meaning , and all in all is parallel with eachother , you begin to see the tilt that has formed.
“Tilt” the pinball machine said. In the middle of a competition on which i had my life riding. without warning the red flag was raised and I was out of the dynasty forever. “‘ard luck” she laughed from accross the room. and walked away without looking…
Evelyn
i tilted my book and i saw that you had drawn a picture in it. i t was upside down so when i tilted the page i saw it and smiled.
hallie ulrich
the boat started tilting to the starboard side, then to port, the rowers went faster and tried to level themselves but the oars were caught, and just like that, the crew time found themselves more like the swim team
Marvin
She tilted the photo to the side so that the half with her father on it would be blocked out of the view with a large vase, as well as blocked out of her memory forever.
Olga Markarian
The way the dancer tilted when she turned was perfection, the talent agent observed. He absolutely had to recruit her.
Ing
The whole world seemed to tilt on its axis in her mind. Her heart did more than skip a beat; it transcended years of hoping, wishing, praying that this moment would come true, and that she had wished on many a star, saying she’d even die for it. And then the moment came. And she had it. She tasted it. And as the world continued to tilt her over into darkness, the thought occurred to her that at least she could die fulfilled.
That generic “enhh!” sound comes to mind, along with the flashing red X that indicates that you’ve just totally screwed up. The ball rolls down the ramp as you curse towards the heavens, protesting the cruel fate that the world has thrust upon you. Your last ball in this game, your cherished last opportunity to redeem yourself, slips down the hole and is lost forever.
We were at the fair. I begged you to come with me on the tilt-a-whirl, a ride you have never made it through. You finally agreed. We climbed into our steel shell and the ride began. I was laughing and smiling; this was my favourite ride at any fair, the first one I went one. I remember like it was yesterday. I turned to you, beaming. Looking back, it seems like slow-motion. Your face became distorted, while my face went from excitement to complete disgust, as you threw your cookies all over my front.
Pop, pop, pop…he smacks the little silver sphere over and over, racking up the points like no one before hime.
Then, the ball falls. He slams the machine. The machine yells back. TILT!
Pamela
When we were little, we used to go to the Punahou carnival. It’s a big deal in Hawaii. I remember they had this ride called the Tilt-A-Whirl. I was such a chicken back then, but this was one ride I always looked forward to! No roller coasters for me but definitely give me a ride on the Tilt!
He tilted his head and peered from the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw a flying pan coming his way. He had enough time to duck down, hands over his head. Apparently, she’s not done yet. Perhaps she wouldn’t be done in a long time. But he won’t blame her, of course. It had been his fault and he planned to face the consequences of his actions. At least, that’s what he planned to do until…
with the tilt of her head i could see that she had been murdered.murdered like shakespear done by a bunch of eighth grade drama students.
tilt your head
see under my bed
under my comfortable mask
it’s a dirty task
to see the hidden truth
different than you once knew
this is what i have to hide
you just have to look inside
The tilt of her tit from across the room pleased him greatly.
“I say, Donna. Look at that tit of yours.”
Pleased she glanced down, then flushed when she saw the tilted tit.
“Oh, Donald! I had no idea. You must forgive me.”
Together they straightened out the tilted tit, then resumed their game of Rummikub.
The world has tilted out of proportion once again, twisting the way its people think about it and live. It always changes… It never stops. Will we?
Full tilt is a strange expression. It means, really, someone going really fast, or at something with all their strength. But if I think about it long enough I see an object balanced precariously on a table about to fall off. I wonder, does it mean the point right before it falls, or the breaking point, when it’s pushed over the edge?
I’m tilting my head, but not really. I think the layout of this place is really cute and it’s all purple and gray. Chelsea just immed me, but I’m doing this so I really can’t focus on her. I hate that I make typos when I’m rushing to type. But I delete them to still look all pristine. This is seriously word vomit right now. KNock knock knock on wood… on the radio, what the hell!
Everything is helter-skelter, upside down, and tilted. There goes the floor, away again.
karen said,”33 years ago i met you tomorrow;tilt’ it’s so easy to say i knew you when/i rather it was not at all.”
There’s never any balance. We throw ourselves from side to side, trying to find the middle ground. But they’re just hopeless attempts to right something that was never wrong.
I’m on a ride at an amusement park. It’s spinning and tilting and crashing side to side.
I’m in space. The earth is revolving, at a tilt of 23 1/2 degrees.
I’m watching the world, but seeing it differently than you do. I’m spinning.
My life was kidywompous, tilting from side to side in an endless and torrential spin out of control.
Tilt it to the left… to the right… This only reminds me of MARIO KART!!! I freaking love that game. I just hate those damn bananas. Did I spell that correctly??? I don’t care Yoshi is a beast. That’s all I have to say.
hanging precariously from the edge of the universe, tom’s brain teetered and tilted slowly then faster; progressing to a state of unadulterated pleasure. His intrinsic euphoria was on par with the divine
Tilt, tilted. That’s what I thought. When it ended. He looked at me- head tilted, asking a silent question. My answer- no.
As the world tilted on its axis for its final time, I started to move towards the sunlight. It was the last light I ever saw.
He was a professional poker player with a fatal flaw. His inability to control his more base emotions and an excess of pride lead to a somewhat inconvenient characteristic for a man of his profession. If he lost a bad hand or made a poor decision, he wouldn’t take time to gather his faculties and make plans for a renewed assault.
We went at it full-tilt. Carriages slamming against each other. Screaming obscenities not fit for children to hear. Spitting.
There was only one bag of pretzel M&Ms left on the shelf. I’d be damned if that hag got it.
the earth shifted. the tilt tore her lovers hand from her grasp, he fell and dashed down to the rocks below. She screamed but no sound poured from her lips.
She tilted her head to examine the p[aper before her. The lettering was old and faded, and the paper yellowed with age. She could barely make out the words that blotted the page, yet she knew what they said.
I love going to the old arcade game rooms. We had a place like that back at home. It was called Weirs Beach. Awesome boardwalk, all the usual games, pinball (tilt! tilt!) and stuff like that. Lots of childhood memories get wrapped up in places like that, running from machine to machine, counting how many tickets you had left and begging mom for more money. I wish I could move back there and give my daughter that experience too before she’s grown.
I go on the tilt with my heavy bag on the soulders : I must go until the little house, I must hide this explosives !
Tilt , the world is on a tilt , nothing seems balanced , nothing seems fair , and just when you think you’ve found the meaning , and all in all is parallel with eachother , you begin to see the tilt that has formed.
topsy turvy
The pinball machine started to flash the word “TILT!” in big LED red letters, and Josephine felt like tipping it over in frustration.
“Tilt” the pinball machine said. In the middle of a competition on which i had my life riding. without warning the red flag was raised and I was out of the dynasty forever. “‘ard luck” she laughed from accross the room. and walked away without looking…
i tilted my book and i saw that you had drawn a picture in it. i t was upside down so when i tilted the page i saw it and smiled.
the boat started tilting to the starboard side, then to port, the rowers went faster and tried to level themselves but the oars were caught, and just like that, the crew time found themselves more like the swim team
She tilted the photo to the side so that the half with her father on it would be blocked out of the view with a large vase, as well as blocked out of her memory forever.
The way the dancer tilted when she turned was perfection, the talent agent observed. He absolutely had to recruit her.
The whole world seemed to tilt on its axis in her mind. Her heart did more than skip a beat; it transcended years of hoping, wishing, praying that this moment would come true, and that she had wished on many a star, saying she’d even die for it. And then the moment came. And she had it. She tasted it. And as the world continued to tilt her over into darkness, the thought occurred to her that at least she could die fulfilled.
Tilt my head to the left and I’m flying close to a wall rather than driving on a road.
That generic “enhh!” sound comes to mind, along with the flashing red X that indicates that you’ve just totally screwed up. The ball rolls down the ramp as you curse towards the heavens, protesting the cruel fate that the world has thrust upon you. Your last ball in this game, your cherished last opportunity to redeem yourself, slips down the hole and is lost forever.
We were at the fair. I begged you to come with me on the tilt-a-whirl, a ride you have never made it through. You finally agreed. We climbed into our steel shell and the ride began. I was laughing and smiling; this was my favourite ride at any fair, the first one I went one. I remember like it was yesterday. I turned to you, beaming. Looking back, it seems like slow-motion. Your face became distorted, while my face went from excitement to complete disgust, as you threw your cookies all over my front.
she’s spinning full tilt fully built for anything but this and i’ll hold her under my wing and i’ll squeeze her so she never wants to leave.
At the hill top, the scenery is amazing, the air is fresh and lovely. I begin to tilt forward, and just like that Im rolling down the hill.
I walk into the hospital to see my Katie birth her son, my body tilts and I have to regain my balance, finding a place of peace and strength.
The pinball wizard strikes again.
Pop, pop, pop…he smacks the little silver sphere over and over, racking up the points like no one before hime.
Then, the ball falls. He slams the machine. The machine yells back. TILT!
When we were little, we used to go to the Punahou carnival. It’s a big deal in Hawaii. I remember they had this ride called the Tilt-A-Whirl. I was such a chicken back then, but this was one ride I always looked forward to! No roller coasters for me but definitely give me a ride on the Tilt!
He tilted his head so he could confirm that this girl he was looking at was as beautiful as he first thought.