It’s late at night–after hardly any sleep–when the images come to her. There is a certain foreignness in what she sees (twisted heaps of scrap metal, burning houses, ash gray skies and permanent mounds of snow that aren’t snow at all), but she knows. The things writhing under her eyelids bear a certain weight of familiarity, too.
But she swears that she will take these visions to her shallow grave.
She knows what they did to the last person who saw the future.
They sat underneath the willow tree back behind the old barn, where the hay was still kept. Hand in hand, there was an unspoken understanding; yet she still couldn’t quite bring herself to say what she wanted to. The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, held firmly back by a fear she couldn’t dash with any bout of courage.
“What’s on your mind, girly?”
“You have a potato bug on your shirt.”
stella
under the influence, over the limit. We push ourselves more than we should in the pursuit of experience. But for what? Is divine knowledge the attainment of such things? Do we raise ourselves up by triumphing over the very things that sometimes bring us down and push us under our highest aspirations?
Evan
His lips were untouched; barren and dry
Deserts watered by tears he’d never cry.
He swore that for years, this is how he would stay
Thoughts never spoken, heart hidden away.
Yet there he was, drowning six feet under
Drought taken by rain, silence murdered by thunder.
She was his storm, finally changing the weather
Tearing down the walls he thought would last forever.
not above on the bottom object is above this thing under under under starts with u ands with r has 5 letters adjective thing to describe noun this noun is not above antonym for above
Nadia
One day I thought it would be a great idea to swim under the bridge, rather than go around it. I felt myself sucked underneath, into the dark depths of swirling mud, and a figure was there. Perhaps my imagination, perhaps a man… I couldn’t be sure. Maybe even a dream?
Nicole
Underneath my feet, the soft grass feels cool and wet with this morning’s dew. Maybe I’m up a little early, for the sun hasn’t risen above the horizon, and I’m standing under the glowing moon. Alright, maybe it’s just very early. But the feeling of the cool, wet grass is worth it.
115 miles down the outage road. 115 miles, my car would be under water, my life problems solved. only 115 miles. fixed.
Tippy
Under the bridge, under the water, under the ocean under the sea. Hidden away in the cold depths. Under my skin I can feel it. The change. The change that I am becoming a new me. Someone much stronger with a sense of who I am. WHo I am meant to be. An understanding of who I am under my veil.
Urder the bridge is where he lives. He lives there alone, except with the fish and the city garbage. Ita damp and dark and dismal, but he calls it home. He sleeps on a platform on the muddy banks and each morning goes and collects food from nearby trash cans. It’s a simple life, and he likes it, under the bridge.
Brianna
For some reason the awkward phrase “under my skin” crops up, as if to signal some kind of discomfort with intimacy. I know sometimes I’ve thought about issues of intimacy, and whether I fear it, but the reality is that I don’t think that’s the case. There are things that I fear, but sharing myself with someone is not one of them. And yet the word “under” implies a feeling of being submerged, and that I do sometimes feel.
castiel was feeling under the weather. human. helpless.
why?
dean winchester; the first human, the first soul, the first free will he ever saw.
Tippy
I was under the table hiding from my brother, I recall those times, the youthful days. I wish they could come back, I guess it’s too late think about it know.
Epsaa Yadav
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling. Falling so far there’s nothing to pull me from under. But I remember the things that make me smile, and give me passion, and I push myself up. Under this sky, all I can see is blue sky. The clouds are below, because I’m flying.
Kelen Jiang
Why do I even bother writing? Yes, there is the unexplictable draw of my fingers to the keyboard. The urning in my chest to put words to what is so often unexpressed. But I do not know, it seems I am always falling beneath something, thoughts, fears, opinions, the next passing car.
under the cover of the ocean, waves washed over us. the undertow carried us away. letting go, relaxing our muscles. we were taken to a place beyond ourselves.
Hannah
Under?
Emily
I’m under his spell.
I want to be under him.
I want to go under the flames with him.
I’d follow him to the underworld.
I’m going under, underneath his spell.
I want him to be underneath me.
I would go underneath these flames,
Wake up every day and face life, just for and with him.
I’m under love with him.
It surrounds me like a blanket, I would cling to for security.
Our own little world.
I know that somewhere out there, bad things are happening.
But not under this blanket.
Because in that moment,
We were so real that I thought that I was dreaming.
He said today, let’s get married.
Under the lights of the auditorium, I watched the two of them dance. They nuzzled their faces into each other’s shoulders, red gown and red jacket. Peaceful.
“What do you think of it?” scowled the dean beside me.
“I think it’s beautiful.”
I could hear her blink. “Excuse me?”
“Just look at them!” I pointed at the swiveling couple. “A symbol of God’s pure love.”
“Are you insane?”
“No,” I replied. “Are you?”
Belinda Roddie
I am beginning to under-stand that writing under-stand does not really fall under the category of writing about under! What does? Well, to begin with I must define what ‘under’ is. I mean, it is not like it is the same as under in underwear, right? The meaning is ‘below’ or ‘lesser than’. These two mean different things. One deals with the geographic angle of it and the other in quantitative terms.
Neeraj Bali
It seems underneath the great apple tree in my grandfather’s orchard held more than just apples. Resting underneath the entanglement of roots and dirt, leaves and bugs, was the smallest opening; only I could fit through. As a 6 year old, naturally I could fit through almost any and all small openings and cracks, but when I went and fell through this one, something else happened entirely. My initial thought was darkness, and then, the realization that I was not in fact hitting any kind of ground, but rather I was falling. Being only 6, I was enthralled at the thought and yet terrified at the same time.
Pamela L.
Under the counter in the kitchen is where my mom hides all the sweets from my dad. He is trying to lose weight for health reasons and isn’t very good at resisting cookies. Sometimes I’m just as bad as he used to be about eating them though.
monster under the bed doll trying to steal souls store little girl under the wooden planks dust bunnies bins of garbage recycle under the bed pillows quilt blanket house scary pictures eerie old fashioned comfortable bed lace place setting lamp
Under a tin roof, there is a glint of smoke flowing from the stove. The mice under the stove flee, and the family in the house is trapped. The candles flicker as the smoke thickens, their glow in the gray cloud dims. All is lost, and the spiders know it.
Josh
under water, under stuff, under rubble, to be underneath something. under the mistletoe.
Rachel
Under the Christmas tree, where you left me, a stray tear slid down my face.
It was like you were never there, under the Christmas tree, when the lights finally came on, and i told you that I loved you.
Under the Christmas tree, I sobbed over the loss of my first love.
Julia
under the sea? under means something that i below something that is above. under-wear, under-shirt, underneath, under me? The more I write under the less it seems like a real word. First word complete, this is kind of fun. More overachieving though then under!
Underneath the bed is a scary place to look. I always wanted an under dog when I was a little kid swinging.
adam
the bridge. i lived there with a stray dog for a while. it was a lonely time, but thank god it was summer. the weather was barely bearable. when ever i drive over a bridge i wonder who has lived under it.
Jason Alan Thomas
under is something that is below something that is over. sometimes i feel under the weather, whether i am sick or not. under-wear, under-shirt…hmmm for some reason under just is a negative term to me. although i would like to be under someone..anytime soon would be great. under under under the sea, under the sea.
Amanda Venezia
under the stars
under the table
under the bed
under the rug
under pants
under wear
under clothes
under
can
Under the bridge, between elm street and the west side church, a young boy held in his hand a beautiful gift.
David
Under the bridge falls the bird
Under the bridge, you and I stand
I hold you or you hold me
Under the stars, the moon, the sun
You and I stand
Me, with blood on my hands
We don’t want to be under anymore
suede
Under the bridge falls the bird
Under the bridge, you and I stand
I hold you or you hold me
Under the stars, the moon, the sun
You and I stand
Me, with blood on my hands
We don’t want to be under anymore
suede
Her silhouette is precariously close to the edge of the roof. When I call out to her, she turns, and I can see how sunken she is; how hollowed her cheeks are. I can see she is not the narcissistic, over confident girl she was two months ago. She is a mere ghost of the girl she used to be.
“What are you doing up here?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond, but smiles in response, stretching her translucent skin across her skeletal face, and making the purple under her eyes more prominent. She spreads her arms a little, like she’s about to take flight, or…
My eyes widen as realization hits me, and I scream out, “No!”
But it’s too late. She closes her eyes, a look of serene peace spreading over her ghastly face, as she leans back over the edge and plummets to the ground below.
Some pass over the bridge on their nightly after dinner stroll, but some, some live under the bridge. They are there, shivering and trying to warm their hands by the small fire they have lit. Their clothes are tattered and their hair overgrown—they don’t look human at this point. Under the bridge, people are there—take a moment to notice them and offer a helping hand. Find out THEIR story.
T
Over and under. Black and White. Darkness and light.
Under the tree there say a tired black cat, his owner had ran off with the neighbor and left his wife to fend for herself. When she seen the cat lying on his back under the tree she went to the cat and screamed. She the preceded to tell the cat that she was going to kill him because she hated to see her no good, lying, cheating, stealing husbands cat, that was a constant reminder that her husband had left her for the neighbor and she realized the cat was innocent but killed it anyways.
Nicole
passing under the bridge and the same song plays every time. green bay and main street. almost ten years now and i haven’t looked back except in dream. in wake, i look forward and i don’t know where that will lead but soon i shall be wandering under new bridges and down a new path with new friends and new foes.
Under the bed
Under the table
You can’t hide what you did in the stable
A silver bullet to the head to end it all
I’ll just say you were under the influence
When you made her fall
adapted poem by me on the story Of Mice And Men
It’s late at night–after hardly any sleep–when the images come to her. There is a certain foreignness in what she sees (twisted heaps of scrap metal, burning houses, ash gray skies and permanent mounds of snow that aren’t snow at all), but she knows. The things writhing under her eyelids bear a certain weight of familiarity, too.
But she swears that she will take these visions to her shallow grave.
She knows what they did to the last person who saw the future.
They sat underneath the willow tree back behind the old barn, where the hay was still kept. Hand in hand, there was an unspoken understanding; yet she still couldn’t quite bring herself to say what she wanted to. The words lingered on the tip of her tongue, held firmly back by a fear she couldn’t dash with any bout of courage.
“What’s on your mind, girly?”
“You have a potato bug on your shirt.”
under the influence, over the limit. We push ourselves more than we should in the pursuit of experience. But for what? Is divine knowledge the attainment of such things? Do we raise ourselves up by triumphing over the very things that sometimes bring us down and push us under our highest aspirations?
His lips were untouched; barren and dry
Deserts watered by tears he’d never cry.
He swore that for years, this is how he would stay
Thoughts never spoken, heart hidden away.
Yet there he was, drowning six feet under
Drought taken by rain, silence murdered by thunder.
She was his storm, finally changing the weather
Tearing down the walls he thought would last forever.
not above on the bottom object is above this thing under under under starts with u ands with r has 5 letters adjective thing to describe noun this noun is not above antonym for above
One day I thought it would be a great idea to swim under the bridge, rather than go around it. I felt myself sucked underneath, into the dark depths of swirling mud, and a figure was there. Perhaps my imagination, perhaps a man… I couldn’t be sure. Maybe even a dream?
Underneath my feet, the soft grass feels cool and wet with this morning’s dew. Maybe I’m up a little early, for the sun hasn’t risen above the horizon, and I’m standing under the glowing moon. Alright, maybe it’s just very early. But the feeling of the cool, wet grass is worth it.
115 miles down the outage road. 115 miles, my car would be under water, my life problems solved. only 115 miles. fixed.
Under the bridge, under the water, under the ocean under the sea. Hidden away in the cold depths. Under my skin I can feel it. The change. The change that I am becoming a new me. Someone much stronger with a sense of who I am. WHo I am meant to be. An understanding of who I am under my veil.
Urder the bridge is where he lives. He lives there alone, except with the fish and the city garbage. Ita damp and dark and dismal, but he calls it home. He sleeps on a platform on the muddy banks and each morning goes and collects food from nearby trash cans. It’s a simple life, and he likes it, under the bridge.
For some reason the awkward phrase “under my skin” crops up, as if to signal some kind of discomfort with intimacy. I know sometimes I’ve thought about issues of intimacy, and whether I fear it, but the reality is that I don’t think that’s the case. There are things that I fear, but sharing myself with someone is not one of them. And yet the word “under” implies a feeling of being submerged, and that I do sometimes feel.
castiel was feeling under the weather. human. helpless.
why?
dean winchester; the first human, the first soul, the first free will he ever saw.
I was under the table hiding from my brother, I recall those times, the youthful days. I wish they could come back, I guess it’s too late think about it know.
Sometimes I feel like I’m falling. Falling so far there’s nothing to pull me from under. But I remember the things that make me smile, and give me passion, and I push myself up. Under this sky, all I can see is blue sky. The clouds are below, because I’m flying.
Why do I even bother writing? Yes, there is the unexplictable draw of my fingers to the keyboard. The urning in my chest to put words to what is so often unexpressed. But I do not know, it seems I am always falling beneath something, thoughts, fears, opinions, the next passing car.
under the cover of the ocean, waves washed over us. the undertow carried us away. letting go, relaxing our muscles. we were taken to a place beyond ourselves.
Under?
I’m under his spell.
I want to be under him.
I want to go under the flames with him.
I’d follow him to the underworld.
I’m going under, underneath his spell.
I want him to be underneath me.
I would go underneath these flames,
Wake up every day and face life, just for and with him.
I’m under love with him.
It surrounds me like a blanket, I would cling to for security.
Our own little world.
I know that somewhere out there, bad things are happening.
But not under this blanket.
Because in that moment,
We were so real that I thought that I was dreaming.
He said today, let’s get married.
Hell yeah motherfucker let’s go under.
Under the lights of the auditorium, I watched the two of them dance. They nuzzled their faces into each other’s shoulders, red gown and red jacket. Peaceful.
“What do you think of it?” scowled the dean beside me.
“I think it’s beautiful.”
I could hear her blink. “Excuse me?”
“Just look at them!” I pointed at the swiveling couple. “A symbol of God’s pure love.”
“Are you insane?”
“No,” I replied. “Are you?”
I am beginning to under-stand that writing under-stand does not really fall under the category of writing about under! What does? Well, to begin with I must define what ‘under’ is. I mean, it is not like it is the same as under in underwear, right? The meaning is ‘below’ or ‘lesser than’. These two mean different things. One deals with the geographic angle of it and the other in quantitative terms.
It seems underneath the great apple tree in my grandfather’s orchard held more than just apples. Resting underneath the entanglement of roots and dirt, leaves and bugs, was the smallest opening; only I could fit through. As a 6 year old, naturally I could fit through almost any and all small openings and cracks, but when I went and fell through this one, something else happened entirely. My initial thought was darkness, and then, the realization that I was not in fact hitting any kind of ground, but rather I was falling. Being only 6, I was enthralled at the thought and yet terrified at the same time.
Under the counter in the kitchen is where my mom hides all the sweets from my dad. He is trying to lose weight for health reasons and isn’t very good at resisting cookies. Sometimes I’m just as bad as he used to be about eating them though.
monster under the bed doll trying to steal souls store little girl under the wooden planks dust bunnies bins of garbage recycle under the bed pillows quilt blanket house scary pictures eerie old fashioned comfortable bed lace place setting lamp
Under a tin roof, there is a glint of smoke flowing from the stove. The mice under the stove flee, and the family in the house is trapped. The candles flicker as the smoke thickens, their glow in the gray cloud dims. All is lost, and the spiders know it.
under water, under stuff, under rubble, to be underneath something. under the mistletoe.
Under the Christmas tree, where you left me, a stray tear slid down my face.
It was like you were never there, under the Christmas tree, when the lights finally came on, and i told you that I loved you.
Under the Christmas tree, I sobbed over the loss of my first love.
under the sea? under means something that i below something that is above. under-wear, under-shirt, underneath, under me? The more I write under the less it seems like a real word. First word complete, this is kind of fun. More overachieving though then under!
Underneath the bed is a scary place to look. I always wanted an under dog when I was a little kid swinging.
the bridge. i lived there with a stray dog for a while. it was a lonely time, but thank god it was summer. the weather was barely bearable. when ever i drive over a bridge i wonder who has lived under it.
under is something that is below something that is over. sometimes i feel under the weather, whether i am sick or not. under-wear, under-shirt…hmmm for some reason under just is a negative term to me. although i would like to be under someone..anytime soon would be great. under under under the sea, under the sea.
under the stars
under the table
under the bed
under the rug
under pants
under wear
under clothes
under
Under the bridge, between elm street and the west side church, a young boy held in his hand a beautiful gift.
Under the bridge falls the bird
Under the bridge, you and I stand
I hold you or you hold me
Under the stars, the moon, the sun
You and I stand
Me, with blood on my hands
We don’t want to be under anymore
Under the bridge falls the bird
Under the bridge, you and I stand
I hold you or you hold me
Under the stars, the moon, the sun
You and I stand
Me, with blood on my hands
We don’t want to be under anymore
Her silhouette is precariously close to the edge of the roof. When I call out to her, she turns, and I can see how sunken she is; how hollowed her cheeks are. I can see she is not the narcissistic, over confident girl she was two months ago. She is a mere ghost of the girl she used to be.
“What are you doing up here?” I ask.
She doesn’t respond, but smiles in response, stretching her translucent skin across her skeletal face, and making the purple under her eyes more prominent. She spreads her arms a little, like she’s about to take flight, or…
My eyes widen as realization hits me, and I scream out, “No!”
But it’s too late. She closes her eyes, a look of serene peace spreading over her ghastly face, as she leans back over the edge and plummets to the ground below.
Some pass over the bridge on their nightly after dinner stroll, but some, some live under the bridge. They are there, shivering and trying to warm their hands by the small fire they have lit. Their clothes are tattered and their hair overgrown—they don’t look human at this point. Under the bridge, people are there—take a moment to notice them and offer a helping hand. Find out THEIR story.
Over and under. Black and White. Darkness and light.
Under the tree there say a tired black cat, his owner had ran off with the neighbor and left his wife to fend for herself. When she seen the cat lying on his back under the tree she went to the cat and screamed. She the preceded to tell the cat that she was going to kill him because she hated to see her no good, lying, cheating, stealing husbands cat, that was a constant reminder that her husband had left her for the neighbor and she realized the cat was innocent but killed it anyways.
passing under the bridge and the same song plays every time. green bay and main street. almost ten years now and i haven’t looked back except in dream. in wake, i look forward and i don’t know where that will lead but soon i shall be wandering under new bridges and down a new path with new friends and new foes.
Under the bed
Under the table
You can’t hide what you did in the stable
A silver bullet to the head to end it all
I’ll just say you were under the influence
When you made her fall
adapted poem by me on the story Of Mice And Men