the touch of hands, black ad stained. A quick graze over bruised skin, a breathless sigh, the buck of hips, a jolt of heart. She comes undone at the touch of moonlight softness and nothing is more beautiful.
“Wait!” it cried out into the seemingly eternal expanse , “Just give me another pass!” It paused hopefully, only to see a familiar blue light appear all around.
“Surely, surely this can work, please! Please, do not forsake me!” But it was too late. The writer simply couldn’t make the sentence work. Delete.
All the things that I have accomplished in the last 10 years have been undone by my move to the south. I have lost my job, moved away from friends and some family.. Starting over is hard! but such is life.
NikiLee
Undone means that its starting to fall apart or to be broke. Undone can refer to many things like rope being undone a becoming frayed.
caden
The fabric of the rope was starting to be undone. And was starting to be frayed at the edges.
caden
The fabric of the shirt was starting to become undone. The shirt was very old and was passed down for several generations. And was worn by his great great grandfather when he was a boy.
caden
My words are undone. My hair is undone. Scattered all over my head. Gotta wash my hair tonight. Gotta get the words right.
I am like a knot, coming undone. My world is falling apart, nothing is working out right. I am untying. I have nobody to pull me back together, to fix me, so I will continue to unravel until I am completely undone, nothing but a rope on the floor.
Katie
My life is undone. My family, my home, my social life, my neighborhood. For I, am a wolvafairy. Our worlds dissolve when we reach 13. Everything we knew, is gone. For me, that means all of New York, all my friends, my home and my parents. Then why are you here if you knew a wolvafairy and you were supposed to dissappear? To wolvafairies, their world become inaccessible. They are sent away. I was sent away. Until one day, it happened.
A. Nona Mouse
He felt that he had tried and tried again, and all his efforts were undone by simple mistakes, like building a castle but one weak brick by the foundation caused the structure to fall over in the lightest breeze. He rebooted the computer and was prepared to start again when the phone rang.
She tried to keep the tears from streaming down her face as she took the pins slowly out of here hair. “This is not how tonight was supposed to go.”
Jamie looked over at her, sympathetically, but made no move to touch her. “I’m sorry.”
Do you want to destroy my sweater? Pull this thread as I walk away. Watch me unravel, I’ll soon be naked. Lying on the floor, I’ve come undone.
He sang with compunction driving down the highway to his doom.
ml
What??? i don’t know what to write. My shoe laces were undone today in PE. I hate shoe laces as they get undone all the time. My hair always gets undone as well.
some things can never be
no amount of regret and willingness to undo the things which are done can ever change the fact that you once chose to do it. there is no “no choice”. we are always presented with choices. that which what was done is of your own doing. and no one else’s.
Raphaelle
She was sitting at the very coast of the beach with her ponytail messily undone, not one single care. As sister I felt a surge of jealousy for the confidence in her stride and the passion in her eyes wondering why I was not the same. She skipped across the sand not even flinching at the feel of the scalding sand and wrapped me in a hug then said.
“Why are you so perfect?”
lalalalalala
The window lock has come undone. Now the aliens can get in, which is unfortunate. The aliens are always trying to steal our pies.
“Mom, the aliens stole the pumpkin pie for thanksgiving!” I yelled.
Roo
She lay on her bed face down. She felt like she had been undone. It felt like every piece of her had been closely inspected, torn apart and thrown into an incinerator.
anna
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Madeleine Taylor
How my life was undone, all I needed was a friend. I found that friend. Her name is Talor. She is becoming a good friend of mine and I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
Tallissa
It was the year of not happenings. Of serious undoings. First half our roof had blown off into Mr Thornton’s back yard in Cyclone Sally and the people from the insurance company never showed up to fix it. Billy had not found a job. Uncle David did not die of cancer and despite her very best efforts, Cynthia had so far failed to seduce Poulos from the fish shop. Even Mumma’s plans to kill the rooster from across the road had come miserably undone. We were a household doomed to failure. By August I had abandoned any hope that my mail order records from London might arrive.
nothing can be undone. just like an arrow shot from a bow, words once spoke, steps once taken, everything moves forward. the best example of this is time which once skipped never can be undone. once you hurt someone, the damage is done. it is etched in the history forever. technical stuff can be undone like backspacing in the keyboard but mental acts can’t be undone.
Palak
I fear your chocolate brown hues have guessed my intentions; I fear your penetrating gaze has glanced into the depths of my desire; I fear your ears hearing the pounding of my thundering heart.
I shake in your presence, for I am humbled by the elegance and confidence you exude. My chest is wound with the words I will never say, the questions I will never ask. I quake as your eyes pass over me, setting my nerves alight.
Here I am before you, completely bare, completely naked.
something always makes a person and everything they believe in and have always thought, come completely undone. maybe sometimes it’s a good thing but more often than not, it’s awful and it makes you question everything you thought you knew up until that point. maybe one day it will be good.
Sarah
Always undone. I suck at carrying on. I suck at will power. I suck at being done. Every tiny detail is missed. Every work I touch undone. My being undone. I am undone.
Sneha
Underneath the wretched sun
My evil laces come undone
Caught like houseflies in a net
I pray for when the sun will set.
each day that passes in this skin
this – new – skin
this one i inhabit recklessly and that falls from me
loosely
and drapes across the encrouaching ground
and is warm, but sometimes over-warm
can’t sleep at night heat
each day
I wonder how this shedding, molting,
becoming
works
I was undone. Unraveling. Peeling at the edges, my skin flaking off the backs of my legs. I felt my tongue moving across the back of my throat, my chest caving inward.
Leslie’s necktie had come undone in the scuffle, so I took her to the bathroom and helped her straighten herself out. As my fingers tensed while tying the Windsor knot, I couldn’t avoid the warmth that spread from my palms out to my wrists. Leslie seemed to notice it, too – her breath shortened and came out in quick, huffy bursts, and before she lost balance, she caught herself against my shoulders, her cufflinks glittering on her sleeves.
Belinda Roddie
Knots knots knots
I was never good at tying them
Every twist and turn more confusing than the last
Good thing I never wanted to be a girl scout
Kay
We often sit, face to face as we recap on my youth- she ensures me that it was not my fault, that I was a child. My mind comes undone with this idea, she is the only person to have offered me such a simple truth.
“Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone” Simon LeBon sang out. She loved Duran Duran when she was in high school and she still loved the band now that she had kids who were in high school.
I came undone, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. I was instantly in love and then she took the last piece of pie, I came undone, lost it, took her by her hand and lead her straight to the front door and bid her farewell.
Chris Atkinson
What is done cannot be undone. As cliche as it is, and as permanent a statement it is, maybe the statement itself can be undone. Maybe it’s temporary. So maybe what should be said is what can be undone cannot be done. Maybe we’re just meant to be lost in translation.
Duran Duran Come Undone makes me think of London, England, back in the mid-2000s. The song is okay. Still, it’s England.
What does it take to become undone?
Loss of friendships. Heartbreak. Life.
the touch of hands, black ad stained. A quick graze over bruised skin, a breathless sigh, the buck of hips, a jolt of heart. She comes undone at the touch of moonlight softness and nothing is more beautiful.
“Wait!” it cried out into the seemingly eternal expanse , “Just give me another pass!” It paused hopefully, only to see a familiar blue light appear all around.
“Surely, surely this can work, please! Please, do not forsake me!” But it was too late. The writer simply couldn’t make the sentence work. Delete.
Everything has been undone. Life as I have known it for the last decade has vanished. Fresh starts are always hard.. but.. Cest une belle vie
All the things that I have accomplished in the last 10 years have been undone by my move to the south. I have lost my job, moved away from friends and some family.. Starting over is hard! but such is life.
Undone means that its starting to fall apart or to be broke. Undone can refer to many things like rope being undone a becoming frayed.
The fabric of the rope was starting to be undone. And was starting to be frayed at the edges.
The fabric of the shirt was starting to become undone. The shirt was very old and was passed down for several generations. And was worn by his great great grandfather when he was a boy.
My words are undone. My hair is undone. Scattered all over my head. Gotta wash my hair tonight. Gotta get the words right.
Life. My hair’s undone. Can’t. Listen to me. I just undid my bra. This is what comfort is, what home is.
I fixed my hair, for it had come undone while dancing with my friends. I hurried back and joined in again.
I am like a knot, coming undone. My world is falling apart, nothing is working out right. I am untying. I have nobody to pull me back together, to fix me, so I will continue to unravel until I am completely undone, nothing but a rope on the floor.
My life is undone. My family, my home, my social life, my neighborhood. For I, am a wolvafairy. Our worlds dissolve when we reach 13. Everything we knew, is gone. For me, that means all of New York, all my friends, my home and my parents. Then why are you here if you knew a wolvafairy and you were supposed to dissappear? To wolvafairies, their world become inaccessible. They are sent away. I was sent away. Until one day, it happened.
He felt that he had tried and tried again, and all his efforts were undone by simple mistakes, like building a castle but one weak brick by the foundation caused the structure to fall over in the lightest breeze. He rebooted the computer and was prepared to start again when the phone rang.
She tried to keep the tears from streaming down her face as she took the pins slowly out of here hair. “This is not how tonight was supposed to go.”
Jamie looked over at her, sympathetically, but made no move to touch her. “I’m sorry.”
Do you want to destroy my sweater? Pull this thread as I walk away. Watch me unravel, I’ll soon be naked. Lying on the floor, I’ve come undone.
He sang with compunction driving down the highway to his doom.
What??? i don’t know what to write. My shoe laces were undone today in PE. I hate shoe laces as they get undone all the time. My hair always gets undone as well.
some things can never be
no amount of regret and willingness to undo the things which are done can ever change the fact that you once chose to do it. there is no “no choice”. we are always presented with choices. that which what was done is of your own doing. and no one else’s.
She was sitting at the very coast of the beach with her ponytail messily undone, not one single care. As sister I felt a surge of jealousy for the confidence in her stride and the passion in her eyes wondering why I was not the same. She skipped across the sand not even flinching at the feel of the scalding sand and wrapped me in a hug then said.
“Why are you so perfect?”
The window lock has come undone. Now the aliens can get in, which is unfortunate. The aliens are always trying to steal our pies.
“Mom, the aliens stole the pumpkin pie for thanksgiving!” I yelled.
She lay on her bed face down. She felt like she had been undone. It felt like every piece of her had been closely inspected, torn apart and thrown into an incinerator.
test
How my life was undone, all I needed was a friend. I found that friend. Her name is Talor. She is becoming a good friend of mine and I couldn’t ask for a better friend.
It was the year of not happenings. Of serious undoings. First half our roof had blown off into Mr Thornton’s back yard in Cyclone Sally and the people from the insurance company never showed up to fix it. Billy had not found a job. Uncle David did not die of cancer and despite her very best efforts, Cynthia had so far failed to seduce Poulos from the fish shop. Even Mumma’s plans to kill the rooster from across the road had come miserably undone. We were a household doomed to failure. By August I had abandoned any hope that my mail order records from London might arrive.
nothing can be undone. just like an arrow shot from a bow, words once spoke, steps once taken, everything moves forward. the best example of this is time which once skipped never can be undone. once you hurt someone, the damage is done. it is etched in the history forever. technical stuff can be undone like backspacing in the keyboard but mental acts can’t be undone.
I fear your chocolate brown hues have guessed my intentions; I fear your penetrating gaze has glanced into the depths of my desire; I fear your ears hearing the pounding of my thundering heart.
I shake in your presence, for I am humbled by the elegance and confidence you exude. My chest is wound with the words I will never say, the questions I will never ask. I quake as your eyes pass over me, setting my nerves alight.
Here I am before you, completely bare, completely naked.
something always makes a person and everything they believe in and have always thought, come completely undone. maybe sometimes it’s a good thing but more often than not, it’s awful and it makes you question everything you thought you knew up until that point. maybe one day it will be good.
Always undone. I suck at carrying on. I suck at will power. I suck at being done. Every tiny detail is missed. Every work I touch undone. My being undone. I am undone.
Underneath the wretched sun
My evil laces come undone
Caught like houseflies in a net
I pray for when the sun will set.
each day that passes in this skin
this – new – skin
this one i inhabit recklessly and that falls from me
loosely
and drapes across the encrouaching ground
and is warm, but sometimes over-warm
can’t sleep at night heat
each day
I wonder how this shedding, molting,
becoming
works
I was undone. Unraveling. Peeling at the edges, my skin flaking off the backs of my legs. I felt my tongue moving across the back of my throat, my chest caving inward.
Leslie’s necktie had come undone in the scuffle, so I took her to the bathroom and helped her straighten herself out. As my fingers tensed while tying the Windsor knot, I couldn’t avoid the warmth that spread from my palms out to my wrists. Leslie seemed to notice it, too – her breath shortened and came out in quick, huffy bursts, and before she lost balance, she caught herself against my shoulders, her cufflinks glittering on her sleeves.
Knots knots knots
I was never good at tying them
Every twist and turn more confusing than the last
Good thing I never wanted to be a girl scout
We often sit, face to face as we recap on my youth- she ensures me that it was not my fault, that I was a child. My mind comes undone with this idea, she is the only person to have offered me such a simple truth.
“Who do you need, who do you love, when you come undone” Simon LeBon sang out. She loved Duran Duran when she was in high school and she still loved the band now that she had kids who were in high school.
I came undone, she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever laid eyes on. I was instantly in love and then she took the last piece of pie, I came undone, lost it, took her by her hand and lead her straight to the front door and bid her farewell.
What is done cannot be undone. As cliche as it is, and as permanent a statement it is, maybe the statement itself can be undone. Maybe it’s temporary. So maybe what should be said is what can be undone cannot be done. Maybe we’re just meant to be lost in translation.
When I got into the room, the bed was undone. His smell was still there. That personal lovely smell he used to have.
What does it take to become undone?
Loss of friendships. Betrayal. Life.