is something that you put rotten food on to give to your parents. and they will eat it, pretending that it is delicious. but it it filled with lies and deceit as they fill your conciounce with things they want you to believe. so dont believe it. and eat the food yourself. so then you may filled your childrens minds with the same lies.
Theresa
tray
Anonymous
the word tray reminds me of when i was in elementary school at lunch. my favorite was grilled cheese and tomato soup. i also knew a boy who called himself tray. ew.
tas
my heart is on the tray, at the front door where you left. dry and void, a slow beating lifeless ache of times forgotten before. ache and break remove and rake subdued in time. forever shine. amongst the none.
widget
The tray clattered to the floor, the loud noise startling the entire room into silence. But she didn’t care. She stared at him as if he had grown a third arm. “You did WHAT?!” she screeched,and he held up his hands defensively.
Leah
Cookies on the tray will always define Christmas for me. Specifically, German Love Cookies, that special recipe that only gets made once a year. I never understood that. If they’re about love, why is it only Christmas?
Andy
ok so tray… mmm um well this one time in idk maybe 3rd or 4th grade it was picture day and we had to dress up all cute and fancy and ofcourse my mom dressed me in the frilliest of frills red bows and all and theese white dress slipper things and in lunch i went to go walk to the table to go sit with my friends so i punch in my lunch number say thank you and walk away and away i fall infront of EVERYONE my tray flew up in the air and food went everywhere even on me : ( everyone was laughing even me now….
Anonymous
People use it to bring you food in, sometimes its the word added at the end of ash, as in ashtray. I once knew a guy named Trey but not the same as tray, either way, Trey was an alright name.
Kinda’ like a rapper name when you think about it, or some kind of new age country singer who just released his debut album, whatever right? Whether or not you enjoy writing sixty seconds worth of text about a word as simple as ‘tray’, I’d have to agree if you would too, that writing like this is difficult given such a dense word.
Frank Jr Molley
tray?
gtfo.
santa.
The servent was carrying the heavy golden tray towards the emperor. She was a novice, and feared him greatly. The tray was way too heavy, and she skipped down the aisle to avoid it falling over. Everything went without error, until when she reached the emperor, the tray spilled over. His legs burned with soup, and the next morning, she lost her head.
Nooneee
cafeteria food. Sometimes good, sometimes just food. Never big enough – or too big. Either way, always difficult to carry a big coke on. It’s so easy to spill that big glass because it’s so unstable ontop of the tray.
RJ
I filled the tray with food, to put mothers breakfeast of it, then i took her the try
Vania
when i think of tray i think of cafeterias. One might think you would think of a person name d tray, but ive never really known anyone named tray. Is it short for something? I don’t even know.
But yes, cafeteria trays. Orange trays that you put gross, overcooked (or undercooked) food on and pay way too much money for then eat gleefully as you spend the rest of your lunch break playing euchre.
Kevin
put the pieces of your broken soul on the tray. analyze them and slowly put them back together. you need to feel your soul on fire
Anonymous
The tray of bone china shook slightly as the waiter moved towards the dinner table. Taking a deep breath, he stilled his hand, and set down his burden in front of the most dangerous men on the planet.
“Earl gray, sirs?”
Windrider
The tray was sitting on the counter. It was full of food for the party my mother was planning tonight. All the guests were about to be here and just as the doorbell rang, she forgot the main course. All she had was this small tray of orderves to give them. She silently hoped that the tray would suffice until she made another course.
Rachel
Trays. What a horrible Christmas present. Little Mary-Anne laughed as her brother began whacking the ground with them.Maybe they weren’t so bad.
Anonymous
tray is nothing. you define it. and how u define is what makes it. it can be a metaphor or it can be an abstract. it goes from 1 place to another and then somewhere else. it can or may follow u or choose an entire different path all together.
neeraj khurana
I walked to my cafeteria table, tray in hand. I had a salad, a burger, and some nachos with cheese. I ate it and then I threw up. There was a squeak in the cafeteria floor as I went to throw away the leftover food from my tray. The tray was an ugly green. The tray suddenly beeped.
something i put food on when my friends and i play cafe with our little cousins/siblings. I never carry it though due to my clumsiness. I make a wonderful cook though! The kids love it!
Ayana
I baked cookies on a tray.
Anonymous
She walked slowly, a tray balanced in her hands. It was intended for her husband, who lay sick in bed. She placed it on the cover with a small grin, and all he could do was grasp her hand with a smile. “I love you so much.” And that was all she wanted to hear from him, everything would be alright.
Maya
full of cereal bowls
Anonymous
well once i made these plastic trays with my mom that we filled up with beans and candy in different sections or patterns to give for christmas presents. we used to do it every year, but we don’t anymore. we’ve been fighting more. its a happy memory i share with my mom full of love and togetherness. i wish i could go make more os those trays. maybe i should get one to make for her for christmas. maybe she’s like that.
emilie
On the tray are things
No one notices the tray
It is beautiful
Haiku
the tray sits upon the table empty and alone. until a single milk graces it with its presence. the milk says “hey?” “whats up” said the tray. the tray. the milk. what else? times almost out.
brandooooo
the girl sat at the table. the only thing keeping her company was a lonely blue tray with a perfect apple sitting on top. because she was perfect everything was perfect.
Anonymous
Upon the tray sat a glass of wine. The glass did not tip, nor did it waver in its balance.
I was quite amazed as I watched the waiter balance the tray so carefully.
But why couldn’t he have balanced my heart so carefully?
His life, my heart, my love, his love… there was no balance, but he balanced the wine on the tray perfectly.
It wasn’t fair. The wine seemed to lure me into its trap, and I wondered if it was I that couldn’t balance the wine on the tray after all. Was it my fault?
Madalyn Gildea
ashes on the patio when they should be in the trey. why are they on the floor? she keeps yelling at me, “sweep them up!”. I’m too old for this. It was simply to dark to see the tray. I should have set in on my lap. All I wanted to do was ease this anxiety.
kris
As she lay there sleeping, I crept in and took her tray, empty of food, and I new she was getting better.
Anonymous
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Anonymous
there is a tray under my computer. we call it a tv tray. though it doesn’t hold a tv, wonder who thought of that. it’s not very steady. there’s also a serving tray in the cupboard. no one uses it. kind of wish we had a reason to. will have to think of some. could make believe we live in a castle and serve tea and such. will definately try later
kyra
Why have i got tray again? I just wrote about a goddamn tray!!
Sarah
a tray is a place where i would put my biology objects after using them such as my bunsen burner and things. Tray is also a name, commonly spelt Trey i believe, and he was Ryan Atwoods brother on The OC. Im not sure i can write much more about trays apart from sometimes they slide.
Sarah
skateboarding down grass-hills on cafeteria trays. :)
griffin.
I sat before the tray. It was silver and plain and enjoyed a simple reflective quality. It gave me my image and I gave it meaning. Thi is out interaction with things and the symbols we attach them. It is a matter of postmodernism. Maintaining the image at all costs.
David Hirst
a platter, a plate to carry tumblers, cups serving beverages, snacks etc; made of metal, plastic, glass etc.
pavalamani pragasam
Brinign food out to rich people. Some hors d’ourvres. It’s not actually that good, I hate smoked salmon or goats cheese. The monkfish is excellent though. People are like savages when it comes out. Animals. The bride and groom get the food first!
Anonymous
trays in school- thats what this reminds me of. in elementary school no one used the green trays cause in third grade a kid put a buger on one and so green trays were tabo. now i still use trays and im in college. they took the trays away once to cut back on waste, but there was a revolt and people took food and stuck int on the line to go to the kitchen forcleaning that was our revolt. they gave us the trays back.
is something that you put rotten food on to give to your parents. and they will eat it, pretending that it is delicious. but it it filled with lies and deceit as they fill your conciounce with things they want you to believe. so dont believe it. and eat the food yourself. so then you may filled your childrens minds with the same lies.
tray
the word tray reminds me of when i was in elementary school at lunch. my favorite was grilled cheese and tomato soup. i also knew a boy who called himself tray. ew.
my heart is on the tray, at the front door where you left. dry and void, a slow beating lifeless ache of times forgotten before. ache and break remove and rake subdued in time. forever shine. amongst the none.
The tray clattered to the floor, the loud noise startling the entire room into silence. But she didn’t care. She stared at him as if he had grown a third arm. “You did WHAT?!” she screeched,and he held up his hands defensively.
Cookies on the tray will always define Christmas for me. Specifically, German Love Cookies, that special recipe that only gets made once a year. I never understood that. If they’re about love, why is it only Christmas?
ok so tray… mmm um well this one time in idk maybe 3rd or 4th grade it was picture day and we had to dress up all cute and fancy and ofcourse my mom dressed me in the frilliest of frills red bows and all and theese white dress slipper things and in lunch i went to go walk to the table to go sit with my friends so i punch in my lunch number say thank you and walk away and away i fall infront of EVERYONE my tray flew up in the air and food went everywhere even on me : ( everyone was laughing even me now….
People use it to bring you food in, sometimes its the word added at the end of ash, as in ashtray. I once knew a guy named Trey but not the same as tray, either way, Trey was an alright name.
Kinda’ like a rapper name when you think about it, or some kind of new age country singer who just released his debut album, whatever right? Whether or not you enjoy writing sixty seconds worth of text about a word as simple as ‘tray’, I’d have to agree if you would too, that writing like this is difficult given such a dense word.
tray?
gtfo.
The servent was carrying the heavy golden tray towards the emperor. She was a novice, and feared him greatly. The tray was way too heavy, and she skipped down the aisle to avoid it falling over. Everything went without error, until when she reached the emperor, the tray spilled over. His legs burned with soup, and the next morning, she lost her head.
cafeteria food. Sometimes good, sometimes just food. Never big enough – or too big. Either way, always difficult to carry a big coke on. It’s so easy to spill that big glass because it’s so unstable ontop of the tray.
I filled the tray with food, to put mothers breakfeast of it, then i took her the try
when i think of tray i think of cafeterias. One might think you would think of a person name d tray, but ive never really known anyone named tray. Is it short for something? I don’t even know.
But yes, cafeteria trays. Orange trays that you put gross, overcooked (or undercooked) food on and pay way too much money for then eat gleefully as you spend the rest of your lunch break playing euchre.
put the pieces of your broken soul on the tray. analyze them and slowly put them back together. you need to feel your soul on fire
The tray of bone china shook slightly as the waiter moved towards the dinner table. Taking a deep breath, he stilled his hand, and set down his burden in front of the most dangerous men on the planet.
“Earl gray, sirs?”
The tray was sitting on the counter. It was full of food for the party my mother was planning tonight. All the guests were about to be here and just as the doorbell rang, she forgot the main course. All she had was this small tray of orderves to give them. She silently hoped that the tray would suffice until she made another course.
Trays. What a horrible Christmas present. Little Mary-Anne laughed as her brother began whacking the ground with them.Maybe they weren’t so bad.
tray is nothing. you define it. and how u define is what makes it. it can be a metaphor or it can be an abstract. it goes from 1 place to another and then somewhere else. it can or may follow u or choose an entire different path all together.
I walked to my cafeteria table, tray in hand. I had a salad, a burger, and some nachos with cheese. I ate it and then I threw up. There was a squeak in the cafeteria floor as I went to throw away the leftover food from my tray. The tray was an ugly green. The tray suddenly beeped.
Trays are gray, steel, cold. Keep food warm. Nice, delicate, decorative. Butterflies, Twilight, Cafeteria. Rainy, pretty. Reflective.
Metal, workers. Bending, covering, plastic. Normal, weird, funny.
something i put food on when my friends and i play cafe with our little cousins/siblings. I never carry it though due to my clumsiness. I make a wonderful cook though! The kids love it!
I baked cookies on a tray.
She walked slowly, a tray balanced in her hands. It was intended for her husband, who lay sick in bed. She placed it on the cover with a small grin, and all he could do was grasp her hand with a smile. “I love you so much.” And that was all she wanted to hear from him, everything would be alright.
full of cereal bowls
well once i made these plastic trays with my mom that we filled up with beans and candy in different sections or patterns to give for christmas presents. we used to do it every year, but we don’t anymore. we’ve been fighting more. its a happy memory i share with my mom full of love and togetherness. i wish i could go make more os those trays. maybe i should get one to make for her for christmas. maybe she’s like that.
On the tray are things
No one notices the tray
It is beautiful
the tray sits upon the table empty and alone. until a single milk graces it with its presence. the milk says “hey?” “whats up” said the tray. the tray. the milk. what else? times almost out.
the girl sat at the table. the only thing keeping her company was a lonely blue tray with a perfect apple sitting on top. because she was perfect everything was perfect.
Upon the tray sat a glass of wine. The glass did not tip, nor did it waver in its balance.
I was quite amazed as I watched the waiter balance the tray so carefully.
But why couldn’t he have balanced my heart so carefully?
His life, my heart, my love, his love… there was no balance, but he balanced the wine on the tray perfectly.
It wasn’t fair. The wine seemed to lure me into its trap, and I wondered if it was I that couldn’t balance the wine on the tray after all. Was it my fault?
ashes on the patio when they should be in the trey. why are they on the floor? she keeps yelling at me, “sweep them up!”. I’m too old for this. It was simply to dark to see the tray. I should have set in on my lap. All I wanted to do was ease this anxiety.
As she lay there sleeping, I crept in and took her tray, empty of food, and I new she was getting better.
3
there is a tray under my computer. we call it a tv tray. though it doesn’t hold a tv, wonder who thought of that. it’s not very steady. there’s also a serving tray in the cupboard. no one uses it. kind of wish we had a reason to. will have to think of some. could make believe we live in a castle and serve tea and such. will definately try later
Why have i got tray again? I just wrote about a goddamn tray!!
a tray is a place where i would put my biology objects after using them such as my bunsen burner and things. Tray is also a name, commonly spelt Trey i believe, and he was Ryan Atwoods brother on The OC. Im not sure i can write much more about trays apart from sometimes they slide.
skateboarding down grass-hills on cafeteria trays. :)
I sat before the tray. It was silver and plain and enjoyed a simple reflective quality. It gave me my image and I gave it meaning. Thi is out interaction with things and the symbols we attach them. It is a matter of postmodernism. Maintaining the image at all costs.
a platter, a plate to carry tumblers, cups serving beverages, snacks etc; made of metal, plastic, glass etc.
Brinign food out to rich people. Some hors d’ourvres. It’s not actually that good, I hate smoked salmon or goats cheese. The monkfish is excellent though. People are like savages when it comes out. Animals. The bride and groom get the food first!
trays in school- thats what this reminds me of. in elementary school no one used the green trays cause in third grade a kid put a buger on one and so green trays were tabo. now i still use trays and im in college. they took the trays away once to cut back on waste, but there was a revolt and people took food and stuck int on the line to go to the kitchen forcleaning that was our revolt. they gave us the trays back.