Down in the trench hiding from the enemy, scarily breathing thinking about a live only half lived. Hmm. Sometimes we prefer to exist uncomfortably in the trench just waiting passively to die instead of leaping forth and at least risk living.
i was stuck in something deep. it was dark all around me. It seemed as if there was no way out. My friend and I lost all hope and assumed no one would be able to help us. So we sat there laying in the trench waiting for an adventurer, explorer, even a little kid to run and find help for us.
Kat
Deep, always digging a never ending trench. A trench of sorrow and fears putting me deeper and deeper into its dark vat. Some may laugh, saying its not true, but it is. Darkness surrounds me in the deep cold trench
Rachel V
I was stuck in the middle of the forest. No one was around me. All alone. My legs were deep into the trench and i knew it would be a while before anyone would go off the trail and find me. I began to find items i could use to help me and eventually found a knife than may be of helpful use.
Kat
Trench, is it the coat on my body is or is it the place where my body is found, or maybe its the trenches on my face that my tears leave in its wake. trench, such a small, deep word.
SCP
The soldiers kneel in the deep, dark, and muddy trench, waiting the signal. The gun shots ring in there ears, the rain drenches there clothing. When the time comes they will all be ready, ready to move swiftly and stealthily. Silence falls, then a canon, the man start and then draw there weapons, they charge. The men fall all around, the mud turns red, and tears rain as they see there friends die around them. At the end of the days trials the men return to the trench is there blood stained left to fight another day.
Emmabee
and he takes me in honesty
(and that is all there is to say on the matter)
Blood spattered, guts torn. Life thrown away, and none to be born. The iron is thrown from side to side, as men valiantly sacrifice their lives. All for their higher cause, their goal – what a loss.
Fighting towards the trench,
Abyss
Depths
Holes
Deep holes
Trenches of lakes
the deep trenches of the sea
whales live in threnches
CeliaAyala
I was struck in a trench. Well, I wasn’t really stuck. I just pretended like I was. In actuality, I was hiding. I was scared of what was out there; scared of death. I could hear shots being fired and see bodies flying. I was literally shaking and frozen in place. I wasn’t cut out for war–for fighting, period. I guess I’m not a man, after all.
Trench.
an ugly word.
an ugly word for an ugly thing.
war.
an ugly act.
an ugly act from humanity.
dig more trenches.
bury more men.
end more lives
spend and spend
whitney
“Duck! Hurry!” I heard someone scream. I looked around, confused, and saw men everywhere jumping into trenches that they built around the battlefield. Before I could even move towards one, I saw a blinding light, and a cloud of smoke and dust swallow the grass beneath it, getting closer and closer to my panicked body. I started running. I knew I couldn’t outrun it for long, but I tried. I put one foot in front of the other, as fast as my legs would allow, but I could feel the scorching heat at my ankles. In a moment I was enveloped with choking gas, and I could feel my lungs screaming for help…
A. Rose
deep sea and fish getting lost and dying., fish bones and Finding Nemo, also WWI with the trenches on the battlefield and the mustard gas and blood and
Eleanor
Sitting down here, I admire life from a new kind of paradigm, way down in my trench. Watch out though because before you know it, you’ll be here too.
She yelped and waved her arms by her sides to catch her balance. Gravity won and she started plummeting down into the cold earth that seemed so far away. Her clothes were waving behind her as the wind rushed past her.
The darkness devoured him. He was lost. Falling, fading, disappearing. There was no where left to go but down. Down into the trench—the abyss. It was all over for him.
Tes
“A deep bottomless pit in my heart,” she said, “and everything that enters fails to make me happy. Sadly that is where you ended up; in my deep, depressive, dark heart trench.”
i held my rifle close as the artillery and mortars dropped sending clods of dirt and iron over our heads. i looked at the guy next to me he was shaking and crying like a chil;d i could see horrible fear in his eyes, i looked to officer standing 3 men away and asked him how much more time till we go up. he said 10 seconds so i waited counting each second, these 10 seconds seemed like forever as i counted each second of my life. the howling of the whistles sunded and we climbed up the flimsy ladders to see a wasteland of bloody murky water, reddish mud, and mutalated bodies. as i ran into the horrrific seen i tripped over a body and fell into the mud and quickly scrambled back up as bullets and shells went off all around. i ducked into a small trench where there were 3 other soldiers one of them was an officer he looked so worn out and scared so i left them and continued into the lead hailstorm. as i ran people around me dropped dead as bullets whistled by i finally made it to a ditch right outside a german machine gun nest. i quickly throw a grenade in and when it exsploded to bodies flipped over the side, i qickly dashed up taking a shot at another germa soldir trying to run away. my comrads started to get over into the enemy trench until we had it cecure. then out of no where one of the officers come rushing out of a room and yells GAS!! then white clouds of chlorine gas shot out of the ground into our faces the last thing i saw before it went black was soldier in a black coat, with a german helmet on, and a black rubber gasmask. this is my story if any one finds this please send it to my family in london they’re the conways this is brendan saying my words before we go over top once more in the Somme
Brendan Hallstrom
a trench on my face with your teeth on it.
evilyn l
It was hardcore trench warfare now: no rules, no one to regulate you or what you did.
It was all free. The fighting, the unplanned attacks, the weapons.
It was all open now.
The trench was a troublesome place. Looking around, all the soldiers saw was dirt and dust blowing above their heads. It became a very lonely place. A place that turn some minds to dust.
Kristin
I came out of that pothole with no ends heading toward the German lines with explosions all around me. First Tommy, then Randy. Am I next? BOOOOM!!! Where Am I? Who are you? Am I….?
Jon Caylor
Three to five years. That’s what they’re asking for. A full ride education with pay and a guaranteed job, it doesn’t sound so terrible. But there’s always that fear that, whether through ignorance or just bad luck, there are too many counsellors and not enough soldiers and I wind up stuck in a trench in Afghanistan.
stop short soaking wet
the/ she/ it prayed again
wanted to be here with you
hiding from the world around
cold, fraught with consequence
meaningless, really
if we thought hard enough
this trench is maddening
because we’ll never make it over.
Matty M.
The trench was low and long. He’d spent all afternoon digging. The vile Brothers had tried to thwart him but they couldn’t. He’d dug and dug and dug. He stood, admiring his work, when a huge wave crashed down, and washed more sand into the hole he worked so hard on digging. He sighed and turned to his mother.
the soldiers cowered into the trench, incredibly tired but so proud of surviving. It seemed something so small, but it meant so much. Surviving the family mandates, the burden of sordid ideals which meant risking their lives, the fury of the generals upon them, the cries of desperation, the horrors of war, the faces of terrible pain, and they…. they had SURVIVED.
Antonella
There’s a trench dug between them that wasn’t there before the whole mess with the Game. They’ve never been the best of friends, but neither has Joshua been this distant since he first became Composer- since Sanae still couldn’t help wincing at the thought of how that came to be.
The trench was deep, surprisingly so. Maria slid down the slide into it, landing easily on her feet. What had it been like to be a soldier here? Hiding, as the artillery roared above? Expecting a shell to drop down at any moment?
She shuddered. Her fingers reached out to touch t
Linda Adams
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She lived deep at the bottom of a trench with her mother, brother, and sister. Her father, rest his soul, had left them months ago to search for food, but hand’t returned. His last words were “don’t leave the trench”. Of course, the little girl wouldn’t listen. What little girl does?
Karma
I feel like I’m in a trench with only one path to take. Get me out of here. I want to live an exciting life filled with adventures and true like a never-ending honeymoon. So please, grab me by my hands and pull me out to explore the world above with you.
deja vu i feel as if i have gotten this word before but i have not
the mother and trench coats
in the stores i forget
searching for ones for aunt number three
we pass by chocolates and such things
burberry$
world war one
deathly both ways
Katherine
The rain pounded on me, like big golfballs as I stormed through the trench. I clinched with every hit I took, as it would carefully splatter down onto me, meticulously exploding, but I would never know the delight of how it looked. I just wanted to get out. The exit seemed nonexistent. But I pursued.
Caroline
i wore my trench coat the day of my husband’s funeral. I wore it because it made me feel powerful and it was a good day contrary to all the crying, He wasn’t the best husband in the world. He was abusive and demeaning
Karlene
This war in my mind is exhausting; what I feel against what I know
It’s time I learned the difference between giving up and letting go.
The trench took us by surprise, it wasn’t on the map and we sure didn’t have the supplies to scale down it. But we were hunting, and the animal had gone this way. Unless it had wings or some sort of dark magic, there was no way it could’ve crossed the ditch.
sometimes i’m living in a trench. sometimes im crawling out of one. sometimes i’m looking over one. sometimes i’m so far away from one i can’t see it anymore. everytime i have had a moment of clarity that makes me moves forward.
Heather Gibson
Thighs of milk
a mile long
he dug in
took a drink
nestled deep
in the hollow
and whistled
his daughter’s name
Down in the trench hiding from the enemy, scarily breathing thinking about a live only half lived. Hmm. Sometimes we prefer to exist uncomfortably in the trench just waiting passively to die instead of leaping forth and at least risk living.
i was stuck in something deep. it was dark all around me. It seemed as if there was no way out. My friend and I lost all hope and assumed no one would be able to help us. So we sat there laying in the trench waiting for an adventurer, explorer, even a little kid to run and find help for us.
Deep, always digging a never ending trench. A trench of sorrow and fears putting me deeper and deeper into its dark vat. Some may laugh, saying its not true, but it is. Darkness surrounds me in the deep cold trench
I was stuck in the middle of the forest. No one was around me. All alone. My legs were deep into the trench and i knew it would be a while before anyone would go off the trail and find me. I began to find items i could use to help me and eventually found a knife than may be of helpful use.
Trench, is it the coat on my body is or is it the place where my body is found, or maybe its the trenches on my face that my tears leave in its wake. trench, such a small, deep word.
The soldiers kneel in the deep, dark, and muddy trench, waiting the signal. The gun shots ring in there ears, the rain drenches there clothing. When the time comes they will all be ready, ready to move swiftly and stealthily. Silence falls, then a canon, the man start and then draw there weapons, they charge. The men fall all around, the mud turns red, and tears rain as they see there friends die around them. At the end of the days trials the men return to the trench is there blood stained left to fight another day.
and he takes me in honesty
(and that is all there is to say on the matter)
Blood spattered, guts torn. Life thrown away, and none to be born. The iron is thrown from side to side, as men valiantly sacrifice their lives. All for their higher cause, their goal – what a loss.
Fighting towards the trench,
Abyss
Depths
Holes
Deep holes
Trenches of lakes
the deep trenches of the sea
whales live in threnches
I was struck in a trench. Well, I wasn’t really stuck. I just pretended like I was. In actuality, I was hiding. I was scared of what was out there; scared of death. I could hear shots being fired and see bodies flying. I was literally shaking and frozen in place. I wasn’t cut out for war–for fighting, period. I guess I’m not a man, after all.
Trench.
an ugly word.
an ugly word for an ugly thing.
war.
an ugly act.
an ugly act from humanity.
dig more trenches.
bury more men.
end more lives
spend and spend
“Duck! Hurry!” I heard someone scream. I looked around, confused, and saw men everywhere jumping into trenches that they built around the battlefield. Before I could even move towards one, I saw a blinding light, and a cloud of smoke and dust swallow the grass beneath it, getting closer and closer to my panicked body. I started running. I knew I couldn’t outrun it for long, but I tried. I put one foot in front of the other, as fast as my legs would allow, but I could feel the scorching heat at my ankles. In a moment I was enveloped with choking gas, and I could feel my lungs screaming for help…
deep sea and fish getting lost and dying., fish bones and Finding Nemo, also WWI with the trenches on the battlefield and the mustard gas and blood and
Sitting down here, I admire life from a new kind of paradigm, way down in my trench. Watch out though because before you know it, you’ll be here too.
She yelped and waved her arms by her sides to catch her balance. Gravity won and she started plummeting down into the cold earth that seemed so far away. Her clothes were waving behind her as the wind rushed past her.
The darkness devoured him. He was lost. Falling, fading, disappearing. There was no where left to go but down. Down into the trench—the abyss. It was all over for him.
“A deep bottomless pit in my heart,” she said, “and everything that enters fails to make me happy. Sadly that is where you ended up; in my deep, depressive, dark heart trench.”
i held my rifle close as the artillery and mortars dropped sending clods of dirt and iron over our heads. i looked at the guy next to me he was shaking and crying like a chil;d i could see horrible fear in his eyes, i looked to officer standing 3 men away and asked him how much more time till we go up. he said 10 seconds so i waited counting each second, these 10 seconds seemed like forever as i counted each second of my life. the howling of the whistles sunded and we climbed up the flimsy ladders to see a wasteland of bloody murky water, reddish mud, and mutalated bodies. as i ran into the horrrific seen i tripped over a body and fell into the mud and quickly scrambled back up as bullets and shells went off all around. i ducked into a small trench where there were 3 other soldiers one of them was an officer he looked so worn out and scared so i left them and continued into the lead hailstorm. as i ran people around me dropped dead as bullets whistled by i finally made it to a ditch right outside a german machine gun nest. i quickly throw a grenade in and when it exsploded to bodies flipped over the side, i qickly dashed up taking a shot at another germa soldir trying to run away. my comrads started to get over into the enemy trench until we had it cecure. then out of no where one of the officers come rushing out of a room and yells GAS!! then white clouds of chlorine gas shot out of the ground into our faces the last thing i saw before it went black was soldier in a black coat, with a german helmet on, and a black rubber gasmask. this is my story if any one finds this please send it to my family in london they’re the conways this is brendan saying my words before we go over top once more in the Somme
a trench on my face with your teeth on it.
It was hardcore trench warfare now: no rules, no one to regulate you or what you did.
It was all free. The fighting, the unplanned attacks, the weapons.
It was all open now.
The trench was a troublesome place. Looking around, all the soldiers saw was dirt and dust blowing above their heads. It became a very lonely place. A place that turn some minds to dust.
I came out of that pothole with no ends heading toward the German lines with explosions all around me. First Tommy, then Randy. Am I next? BOOOOM!!! Where Am I? Who are you? Am I….?
Three to five years. That’s what they’re asking for. A full ride education with pay and a guaranteed job, it doesn’t sound so terrible. But there’s always that fear that, whether through ignorance or just bad luck, there are too many counsellors and not enough soldiers and I wind up stuck in a trench in Afghanistan.
my hope isn’t in me, because I’m not the way out.
stop short soaking wet
the/ she/ it prayed again
wanted to be here with you
hiding from the world around
cold, fraught with consequence
meaningless, really
if we thought hard enough
this trench is maddening
because we’ll never make it over.
The trench was low and long. He’d spent all afternoon digging. The vile Brothers had tried to thwart him but they couldn’t. He’d dug and dug and dug. He stood, admiring his work, when a huge wave crashed down, and washed more sand into the hole he worked so hard on digging. He sighed and turned to his mother.
I feel like I’m stuck in a trench right now. And it’s so much of a struggle to get out.
the soldiers cowered into the trench, incredibly tired but so proud of surviving. It seemed something so small, but it meant so much. Surviving the family mandates, the burden of sordid ideals which meant risking their lives, the fury of the generals upon them, the cries of desperation, the horrors of war, the faces of terrible pain, and they…. they had SURVIVED.
There’s a trench dug between them that wasn’t there before the whole mess with the Game. They’ve never been the best of friends, but neither has Joshua been this distant since he first became Composer- since Sanae still couldn’t help wincing at the thought of how that came to be.
The trench was deep, surprisingly so. Maria slid down the slide into it, landing easily on her feet. What had it been like to be a soldier here? Hiding, as the artillery roared above? Expecting a shell to drop down at any moment?
She shuddered. Her fingers reached out to touch t
Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She lived deep at the bottom of a trench with her mother, brother, and sister. Her father, rest his soul, had left them months ago to search for food, but hand’t returned. His last words were “don’t leave the trench”. Of course, the little girl wouldn’t listen. What little girl does?
I feel like I’m in a trench with only one path to take. Get me out of here. I want to live an exciting life filled with adventures and true like a never-ending honeymoon. So please, grab me by my hands and pull me out to explore the world above with you.
deja vu i feel as if i have gotten this word before but i have not
the mother and trench coats
in the stores i forget
searching for ones for aunt number three
we pass by chocolates and such things
burberry$
world war one
deathly both ways
The rain pounded on me, like big golfballs as I stormed through the trench. I clinched with every hit I took, as it would carefully splatter down onto me, meticulously exploding, but I would never know the delight of how it looked. I just wanted to get out. The exit seemed nonexistent. But I pursued.
i wore my trench coat the day of my husband’s funeral. I wore it because it made me feel powerful and it was a good day contrary to all the crying, He wasn’t the best husband in the world. He was abusive and demeaning
This war in my mind is exhausting; what I feel against what I know
It’s time I learned the difference between giving up and letting go.
The trench took us by surprise, it wasn’t on the map and we sure didn’t have the supplies to scale down it. But we were hunting, and the animal had gone this way. Unless it had wings or some sort of dark magic, there was no way it could’ve crossed the ditch.
sometimes i’m living in a trench. sometimes im crawling out of one. sometimes i’m looking over one. sometimes i’m so far away from one i can’t see it anymore. everytime i have had a moment of clarity that makes me moves forward.
Thighs of milk
a mile long
he dug in
took a drink
nestled deep
in the hollow
and whistled
his daughter’s name
deep dark scary untouchables canyon party friend buddy best friend seeker partner dance pan pants fart key