Miss
Under
stood.
I don’t think you’ve taken anything I’ve given
The way it was intended
Since I went home
Through the distance messages
Are too easy to misconstrue
under a clear blue sky, John met his worst nightmare. Not that this was a bad thing, mind you, since John was sucidal
Scott
Under the boardwalk, against the wet rocks, and sitting on the sand was a sinister form.
spencer
I’m under a blanket of ocean, of love, of this mystical sea that covers me in warmth and forgiveness. He is my ocean, my everything. I’m in it deeper than I ever imagined I could be, under his spell, under his influence, under his protection.
under the bridge of silence she weeps.
alone and afraid of what is to come.
her tatty dress hangs wet and cold.
she cries and cries, cringing from mold.
please, please give me something.
she begs to the empty sky.
but there she sits, alone.
under the bridge of silence, weeping.
samantha
under a bridge far away..
under and above the place where i stay..
this is another under that thing..
where i stand, what darkness it may bring
Alexander
My nails are too long and it’s making typing difficult! A zillion words start with “under,” and those words are coming to mind instead. What does under mean by itself? It looks like udder, and those are UNDER cows. Rofl. This is the most absurd post ever.
underneath the golden skies lies a human with two eyes. “I desire your thighs” said the dry ice.
Michael Agre
once i was under now i am over do you remember the way i felt about things? i know you dont care but im starting to wither the fact you have stopped hurts more than the fact. please dont forget how i was last september and please dont remember the way i am now. never do what you did to me to others; it will not fly the same way it did with me, guiltlessly over my head and into my heart where it rests until now when i can say FUCK YOU and move on. good luck with that in the future, i feel it wont be easy but just know that youre not wanted here anymore. my body still hurts and my heart still hurts but in the end only you will be sore from the suffering. its life
sam
Under my ten tin rolls of languid luxury you saw what I did and I was left bereft. Call and speak, do not beckon with signs or screams. Too many to follow is too few to see.
under my bed there was a monster that was strangely attractive and would only come out at night to cuddle and to kiss my neck. Instead of attacking me he made me his bride. I am now married to the monster under my bed.
Raegan
“Under the Milky Way Tonight.” I’d always loved that song. I turned off the radio and turned to Al. He was taking off his jacket and putting it in the car. I never knew about this lover’s lane in high school but that was because I was a nerd; who wanted to make out with me? Even though we had been married for 15 years, it felt exciting, like we’d just met and were doing something wrong.
Michelle
I feel under the weather. Isn’t that such a weird statement? How can you possibly be under something that isn’t technically physical. I feel under the desk. Under the chair. Not under the weather.
I’m not actually sick.
down under, the australian outback. One of the top bullets in my bucket list, Im intrigued t visit a place so far from my own country, canada.
Robert
UNDER THE FENCE, YOU MUST GO UNDER THE FENCE IN UNDER A MINUTE SO DON’T WAIT just get under it now. if you can get under the bottom board you will be under rated to day so stay under the fence as long as you can. If you don’ go under the fence in under a minute you will be under qualified to get in under the wire.
John
under the sea where the stars hide, remember the life before the lows of the tide.
everything was simple, all was fine, until the moon arose and the hearts began to colide.
eunice
under a bridge lived a troll who was not mean at all. he spent his days lonly and sad. all he neede was a friend to make him happy again!
abby
The water rushed up on me, engulfing my body in its chilling soul. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the endless darkness of the sea. “That’s it,” I thought, “I am finally under for good.”
Some that goes below the above which was does that mean is it an insult to use the word under? Under par? Underwear? Under things are not always so great but if you want to go under the rainbow instead of over it somewhere then by all means have a blast.
Rebecca
under the sea, under the sea, everythings better down where its wetter…
i wish that were so, and that everything happened like in a disney film… hmmm
sarah
At night I like to be under a blanket, no matter what. I guess it stems from my childhood when I watched movies that were just too scary for me. No matter how hot it is, I like to have at least a sheet on, it’s like a little comfort bubble.
Carlee E.
Incognito, we all think of under cover spies.
spies climbing mountains in uzbekistan.
spies living in suburbia amongst the children and laughing games
living quitely with held tongues and a family built on lies.
I was in and under the bridge that held all my thoughts. it was a bridge because it connected the real from the romantic and i liked to keep them together and communicative. but the utopian desires usually have the louder opinions.
Under the cover lies the dead man. Under every one wears an under wear. Under wear is a great clothing. It holds your most important part.
sfjlsjdf
the doorstep is a mat that says welcome. Is that true? are we welcome? who and why do we welcome them, what makes us gravitate to a person
cara
“I am under no illusions about you.” This was like a mantra for her. She would repeat this frequently, harping on, nailing it into my chest with three prods from her pointy finger.
Over and under and all put asunder. The light and boom, the rolling thunder. The quaking and the shaking, the rumbling that sets the halls a-crumbling. They are here. We cannot get out. We will not escape. They are here.
Lorra Sappenfield
The water
washes over me
like a warm blanket,
soothing my rough skin,
aching bones,
rigid memories,
filling me
with peace.
Giving me a chance
to do better,
make better decisions,
make a better life,
start over.
I’m under.
under… like what happens when you dont tread water fast enough. like what happens when you dont spend enough time with your lover… things go under. gravity. its a downer, i know. its what happens if you don’t keep things UP you go under.
esteban
under the tuscan sun is where i want to be, eating delicious food and drinking wine. Soon ill be so full and tipsy that i stumble into my tuscan villa under the moon and collapse into my lovers arms on our vintage bed.
julia
Underneath the surface lies everything unsaid
The words that won’t come
The imagined encounters
Everything you’d love to give
buried and trapped. there are lies and insecurities suffocating me and i feel nowhere near the surface. i try time and time again to break through this endless sea of doubt but i remain under the black water filling my lungs with the poison.
I would always sit under the tree, sipping my lemonade, and letting the tears fall down my face. “Hello Fate!” I’d exclaim, “How’s it been! it’s been so long!”
Corrie Bubbles
far far below
cold
farther
it was frightening
dark
father
i don’t understand
cold, dark, deep water
Miss
Under
stood.
I don’t think you’ve taken anything I’ve given
The way it was intended
Since I went home
Through the distance messages
Are too easy to misconstrue
under the blue green sky Julie decided that her heart was her own. she wouldn’t ever let it leave her possession without her permission.
Under the surface everything stirs. I do not fully grasp my own wishes and expectations anymore. For the first time in a long time, I hesitate.
under a clear blue sky, John met his worst nightmare. Not that this was a bad thing, mind you, since John was sucidal
Under the boardwalk, against the wet rocks, and sitting on the sand was a sinister form.
I’m under a blanket of ocean, of love, of this mystical sea that covers me in warmth and forgiveness. He is my ocean, my everything. I’m in it deeper than I ever imagined I could be, under his spell, under his influence, under his protection.
under the bridge of silence she weeps.
alone and afraid of what is to come.
her tatty dress hangs wet and cold.
she cries and cries, cringing from mold.
please, please give me something.
she begs to the empty sky.
but there she sits, alone.
under the bridge of silence, weeping.
under a bridge far away..
under and above the place where i stay..
this is another under that thing..
where i stand, what darkness it may bring
My nails are too long and it’s making typing difficult! A zillion words start with “under,” and those words are coming to mind instead. What does under mean by itself? It looks like udder, and those are UNDER cows. Rofl. This is the most absurd post ever.
underneath the golden skies lies a human with two eyes. “I desire your thighs” said the dry ice.
once i was under now i am over do you remember the way i felt about things? i know you dont care but im starting to wither the fact you have stopped hurts more than the fact. please dont forget how i was last september and please dont remember the way i am now. never do what you did to me to others; it will not fly the same way it did with me, guiltlessly over my head and into my heart where it rests until now when i can say FUCK YOU and move on. good luck with that in the future, i feel it wont be easy but just know that youre not wanted here anymore. my body still hurts and my heart still hurts but in the end only you will be sore from the suffering. its life
Under my ten tin rolls of languid luxury you saw what I did and I was left bereft. Call and speak, do not beckon with signs or screams. Too many to follow is too few to see.
under my bed there was a monster that was strangely attractive and would only come out at night to cuddle and to kiss my neck. Instead of attacking me he made me his bride. I am now married to the monster under my bed.
“Under the Milky Way Tonight.” I’d always loved that song. I turned off the radio and turned to Al. He was taking off his jacket and putting it in the car. I never knew about this lover’s lane in high school but that was because I was a nerd; who wanted to make out with me? Even though we had been married for 15 years, it felt exciting, like we’d just met and were doing something wrong.
I feel under the weather. Isn’t that such a weird statement? How can you possibly be under something that isn’t technically physical. I feel under the desk. Under the chair. Not under the weather.
I’m not actually sick.
down under, the australian outback. One of the top bullets in my bucket list, Im intrigued t visit a place so far from my own country, canada.
UNDER THE FENCE, YOU MUST GO UNDER THE FENCE IN UNDER A MINUTE SO DON’T WAIT just get under it now. if you can get under the bottom board you will be under rated to day so stay under the fence as long as you can. If you don’ go under the fence in under a minute you will be under qualified to get in under the wire.
under the sea where the stars hide, remember the life before the lows of the tide.
everything was simple, all was fine, until the moon arose and the hearts began to colide.
under a bridge lived a troll who was not mean at all. he spent his days lonly and sad. all he neede was a friend to make him happy again!
The water rushed up on me, engulfing my body in its chilling soul. I closed my eyes and lost myself in the endless darkness of the sea. “That’s it,” I thought, “I am finally under for good.”
Some that goes below the above which was does that mean is it an insult to use the word under? Under par? Underwear? Under things are not always so great but if you want to go under the rainbow instead of over it somewhere then by all means have a blast.
under the sea, under the sea, everythings better down where its wetter…
i wish that were so, and that everything happened like in a disney film… hmmm
At night I like to be under a blanket, no matter what. I guess it stems from my childhood when I watched movies that were just too scary for me. No matter how hot it is, I like to have at least a sheet on, it’s like a little comfort bubble.
Incognito, we all think of under cover spies.
spies climbing mountains in uzbekistan.
spies living in suburbia amongst the children and laughing games
living quitely with held tongues and a family built on lies.
I was in and under the bridge that held all my thoughts. it was a bridge because it connected the real from the romantic and i liked to keep them together and communicative. but the utopian desires usually have the louder opinions.
Under the cover lies the dead man. Under every one wears an under wear. Under wear is a great clothing. It holds your most important part.
the doorstep is a mat that says welcome. Is that true? are we welcome? who and why do we welcome them, what makes us gravitate to a person
“I am under no illusions about you.” This was like a mantra for her. She would repeat this frequently, harping on, nailing it into my chest with three prods from her pointy finger.
Over and under and all put asunder. The light and boom, the rolling thunder. The quaking and the shaking, the rumbling that sets the halls a-crumbling. They are here. We cannot get out. We will not escape. They are here.
The water
washes over me
like a warm blanket,
soothing my rough skin,
aching bones,
rigid memories,
filling me
with peace.
Giving me a chance
to do better,
make better decisions,
make a better life,
start over.
I’m under.
Under the earth is where you need to go. Under the trees, the roots, the soil…you will find your destiny, Alanni. Your destiny lies beneath the roots.
under… like what happens when you dont tread water fast enough. like what happens when you dont spend enough time with your lover… things go under. gravity. its a downer, i know. its what happens if you don’t keep things UP you go under.
under the tuscan sun is where i want to be, eating delicious food and drinking wine. Soon ill be so full and tipsy that i stumble into my tuscan villa under the moon and collapse into my lovers arms on our vintage bed.
Underneath the surface lies everything unsaid
The words that won’t come
The imagined encounters
Everything you’d love to give
buried and trapped. there are lies and insecurities suffocating me and i feel nowhere near the surface. i try time and time again to break through this endless sea of doubt but i remain under the black water filling my lungs with the poison.
“You’ve got no underpants on.”
“Why does that offend you? I have regular pants on.”
“It’s only part of the duo. You have overpants, no underpants. Ergo, you have no pants.”
“Maybe it’s because these ‘overpants’ are see through. I should have thought of that.”
Under where, she asked, unwittingly falling into an old juvenile prakl he had not even thought to pull n anyone in twenty years. Under where?
He snickered, but would not explain why.
Fair enough.
Under the influence of a bold blue cockatoo, she trembled in the cold cerulean waters. Sniffing an orchid, she had an epiphany.
I would always sit under the tree, sipping my lemonade, and letting the tears fall down my face. “Hello Fate!” I’d exclaim, “How’s it been! it’s been so long!”
far far below
cold
farther
it was frightening
dark
father
i don’t understand
cold, dark, deep water