o god, let my heart be a vase. Fragrances bursting, over flowing spectrums crazy bright, dripping dipping down, drying falling fading full again. Always full, always full.
She knew I hated that thing. It didn’t go with the rest of our house. It was a jab from her to me. It screamed that she wasn’t satisfied. With me, our house, our whole life.
Lily slowly backed away from her husband, just as he reached out for her she bumped into their priceless vase from China.
Eliz
My emotions could fit in that vase.
They wouldn’t spill over, just calmly rest.
Contained.
Until the table loses balance.
Glass and emotions shattered across the floor.
I need a new vase.
Every time I go to this website my word is vase. Why does that kep happening?!
Kara
The flowers were put into the vase on the front windowsill with the sun shining down on them. The vase was given to me by my mother. It was the last thing I received from her before she died, so as you can imagine, it means a lot to me.
Danielle Morin
flowers are the most basic thing to put in a vase. i think vases are delicate and fragile, i think they look best with little white flowers inside them. i think vases need to be washed daily. i think that vases break too easily. maybe we should make them unbreakable.
grace
The vase sat upon the shelf beside the photo of the family vacation from Disney.
When the truck rumbled past the house, it fell off the mantle shattering on the hardwood floor. The pieces of great-grandmother’s vase made a sharp, jagged mess waiting for him to come home from work.
JamesXavier
The vase stood there, lonely and sullen. Its intricate desgin only added to the fact that it was obviously a Dollar Store purchase – one bought by someone who wouldn’t people to think he was a man of class, but one who was too cheap to actually be one.
The moment flashed before our eyes like we were watching it in a movie or something. CRACK. I could already hear Mom’s voice saying I told you not to. I told you not to play hockey in the house. The most expensive thing in our house, actually more expensive than our house had fallen. Grandma’s vase had broken, cracked all over. It was unreplaceable. James shouldn’t have threw the puck, but we didn’t have time to point fingers. We had to fix this now somehow or another.
Danielle
The vase was shattered. Lying there on the floor in a million little pieces that, even if put back together, would never be quite the same as they once were. A million beautiful broken little pieces forever changed, all because someone didn’t watch where he was going.
Marie
She had to put something in it. It was so beautiful, glistening in the sunlight like that. She could go to the flower shop, but that would involve waiting for the 73 bus. No, she knew what she had to do. Grabbing a pair of scissors, she headed to her neighbor’s flower bed.
vase case flowers petals, orchids petunias marigolds vaaasss. Chase Lounge. That painting with the two facews that forms a vase in between them.
Rich Gallagher
implement for displaying something of aesthetic value, usually flowers. can be ornamental or plain.
usually contain lilies in my house.
John
I had a vase once. It was full of the most beautiful flowers that were available in the corner store. After about a week, the flowers started to turn brown but in wasn’t until 2 weeks that they started to smell. The water was like death and got kind of thick and pasty. Poor flowers.
psymin
the vase was broken when the cat jumped up onto the cabinet. It was not expensive, it was not sentimental in any way so why was I upset? it was that the cat was where it should not have been.
Why weren’t the children more aware of what the cat was doing? really why did I put it there to begin with. Why do we do things to have to ask why?
Anna Schmidt
A vase is a large glass container used to hold a bouquet of flowers.
Jill
flowers
water
glass
gift
designing
ikea
Hobby Lobby
Gregory.luke
Just an ordinary vase is what I need. I am a flower that must have an ordinary vase. I must look pretty and a special vase will outshine me.
it is a place to hold flowers and water ussually it if filled but sometimes it is not sometimes it is just used for ornamental purpose it is ussally made out of glass or crystal and is see through
Danielle
Put beauitful flowers in the vase and set it where everyone can see them. Flowers bring joy and smell good too.
Sandy Elswood
The vase was a mean vase. She never liked any flowers. Whenever a flower would try to make conversation, the vase would immediately halt the conversation with a blunt statement,”just so you know, flower, you’re probably not going not make it very long. You guys never do.”
Flowers from the garden, cut and trimmed perfectly to adorn the new vase my mother got for her birthday. It had the most intricate patterns and colors ranging from indigo to a deep purple. She loved this vase. And for some reason, all I could think of was smashing it.
they slapped his face on every vase,
on ever-y VASE
taylor
I open my eyes, and I’m floating in a warm liquid. I reach out to swim, but my movements are stopped by the confinement of smooth glass. I see a patterned print on the cool surface and wonder how I got here.
Skylar Jones
the vase was sitting on the counter, light filtering through the crystal casting shadows and splotches on the wall. the one lone stem in the vase led up to the bright red carnation that he had given her. the last thing he had given her to be exact. he was her brother, her best friend, and was there to celebrate her birthday. but he had went out to get movies for them and not been back in hours.
A vase. How I’d like to break a vase right now. Break a vase, break a face, kick your ass. There’s so much to do tonight and I’m still having a conference which, an hour ago, already proved itself to be going nowhere.
I’ve been thinking about what i’m going to do with my new apartment. It’s a transitional place, like all of my homes. but i want to make it mine. i need to belong somewhere. just me and not through anyone else. I have these paintings and vases that my dad bought for me to make me feel more at home in my room at his house and I’m not sure whether to carry them with me or not.
Erin
The vase was filled with the most beautiful flowers; Lilies, her favourite. As she inhaled their fragrance she remembered who sent them, and a tear escaped her eye. She missed him so much.
it holds beauty,
and the living.
it holds marbles.
shiny and sophisticated.
it holds water.
and holds it still.
and when it breaks
so do the memories
of
you.
I chose the large vase with the watercolour roses painted on the enamel sides. It was perfect for my grandmother’s funeral arrangement. When I brought it home, though, I didn’t want to give it up – I put it at the back of my cupboard, so I would “forget” about it until afterwards.
A vase is just a vase nothing in it, no meaning what so ever,
until it is filled with the flowers it was intended to harbor.
bart van der horst
As I cut the stems off flowers and slide them into your vintage vase, and I can’t help but die a little when their fragile little necks pop from the weight of their radiant faces, pink and yellow. they can no longer feel the water under the toes, or drink.
gallygal
The vase was sitting across the room from her. It was filled with those wild flowers her grandmother had in the pasture next to her home.
Justine
He thought of her as a vase. Beautifully fragile and able to hold her own among others. She always thought she could support herself with her stable base, but when the movements of life pushed her from her comfortable ledge, he was the hand to catch her.
There was a vase on our little table in the corner that was covered by a scarf of many colors. The vase was full of dead flowers, flowers from when I wasn’t living there alone. And I can’t throw them out because they’re from a time when things seemed, at least, to be less complicated.
o god, let my heart be a vase. Fragrances bursting, over flowing spectrums crazy bright, dripping dipping down, drying falling fading full again. Always full, always full.
She knew I hated that thing. It didn’t go with the rest of our house. It was a jab from her to me. It screamed that she wasn’t satisfied. With me, our house, our whole life.
Lily slowly backed away from her husband, just as he reached out for her she bumped into their priceless vase from China.
My emotions could fit in that vase.
They wouldn’t spill over, just calmly rest.
Contained.
Until the table loses balance.
Glass and emotions shattered across the floor.
I need a new vase.
Every time I go to this website my word is vase. Why does that kep happening?!
The flowers were put into the vase on the front windowsill with the sun shining down on them. The vase was given to me by my mother. It was the last thing I received from her before she died, so as you can imagine, it means a lot to me.
flowers are the most basic thing to put in a vase. i think vases are delicate and fragile, i think they look best with little white flowers inside them. i think vases need to be washed daily. i think that vases break too easily. maybe we should make them unbreakable.
The vase sat upon the shelf beside the photo of the family vacation from Disney.
When the truck rumbled past the house, it fell off the mantle shattering on the hardwood floor. The pieces of great-grandmother’s vase made a sharp, jagged mess waiting for him to come home from work.
The vase stood there, lonely and sullen. Its intricate desgin only added to the fact that it was obviously a Dollar Store purchase – one bought by someone who wouldn’t people to think he was a man of class, but one who was too cheap to actually be one.
The moment flashed before our eyes like we were watching it in a movie or something. CRACK. I could already hear Mom’s voice saying I told you not to. I told you not to play hockey in the house. The most expensive thing in our house, actually more expensive than our house had fallen. Grandma’s vase had broken, cracked all over. It was unreplaceable. James shouldn’t have threw the puck, but we didn’t have time to point fingers. We had to fix this now somehow or another.
The vase was shattered. Lying there on the floor in a million little pieces that, even if put back together, would never be quite the same as they once were. A million beautiful broken little pieces forever changed, all because someone didn’t watch where he was going.
She had to put something in it. It was so beautiful, glistening in the sunlight like that. She could go to the flower shop, but that would involve waiting for the 73 bus. No, she knew what she had to do. Grabbing a pair of scissors, she headed to her neighbor’s flower bed.
vase case flowers petals, orchids petunias marigolds vaaasss. Chase Lounge. That painting with the two facews that forms a vase in between them.
implement for displaying something of aesthetic value, usually flowers. can be ornamental or plain.
usually contain lilies in my house.
I had a vase once. It was full of the most beautiful flowers that were available in the corner store. After about a week, the flowers started to turn brown but in wasn’t until 2 weeks that they started to smell. The water was like death and got kind of thick and pasty. Poor flowers.
the vase was broken when the cat jumped up onto the cabinet. It was not expensive, it was not sentimental in any way so why was I upset? it was that the cat was where it should not have been.
Why weren’t the children more aware of what the cat was doing? really why did I put it there to begin with. Why do we do things to have to ask why?
A vase is a large glass container used to hold a bouquet of flowers.
flowers
water
glass
gift
designing
ikea
Hobby Lobby
Just an ordinary vase is what I need. I am a flower that must have an ordinary vase. I must look pretty and a special vase will outshine me.
it is a place to hold flowers and water ussually it if filled but sometimes it is not sometimes it is just used for ornamental purpose it is ussally made out of glass or crystal and is see through
Put beauitful flowers in the vase and set it where everyone can see them. Flowers bring joy and smell good too.
The vase was a mean vase. She never liked any flowers. Whenever a flower would try to make conversation, the vase would immediately halt the conversation with a blunt statement,”just so you know, flower, you’re probably not going not make it very long. You guys never do.”
The vase on top of the desk was picturesque.
Flowers from the garden, cut and trimmed perfectly to adorn the new vase my mother got for her birthday. It had the most intricate patterns and colors ranging from indigo to a deep purple. She loved this vase. And for some reason, all I could think of was smashing it.
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they slapped his face on every vase,
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I open my eyes, and I’m floating in a warm liquid. I reach out to swim, but my movements are stopped by the confinement of smooth glass. I see a patterned print on the cool surface and wonder how I got here.
the vase was sitting on the counter, light filtering through the crystal casting shadows and splotches on the wall. the one lone stem in the vase led up to the bright red carnation that he had given her. the last thing he had given her to be exact. he was her brother, her best friend, and was there to celebrate her birthday. but he had went out to get movies for them and not been back in hours.
A vase. How I’d like to break a vase right now. Break a vase, break a face, kick your ass. There’s so much to do tonight and I’m still having a conference which, an hour ago, already proved itself to be going nowhere.
I’ve been thinking about what i’m going to do with my new apartment. It’s a transitional place, like all of my homes. but i want to make it mine. i need to belong somewhere. just me and not through anyone else. I have these paintings and vases that my dad bought for me to make me feel more at home in my room at his house and I’m not sure whether to carry them with me or not.
The vase was filled with the most beautiful flowers; Lilies, her favourite. As she inhaled their fragrance she remembered who sent them, and a tear escaped her eye. She missed him so much.
it holds beauty,
and the living.
it holds marbles.
shiny and sophisticated.
it holds water.
and holds it still.
and when it breaks
so do the memories
of
you.
it’s nothing without a flower.
a flower is nothing without a vase when inside the house
they are husband and wife when inside a living room
I chose the large vase with the watercolour roses painted on the enamel sides. It was perfect for my grandmother’s funeral arrangement. When I brought it home, though, I didn’t want to give it up – I put it at the back of my cupboard, so I would “forget” about it until afterwards.
A vase is just a vase nothing in it, no meaning what so ever,
until it is filled with the flowers it was intended to harbor.
As I cut the stems off flowers and slide them into your vintage vase, and I can’t help but die a little when their fragile little necks pop from the weight of their radiant faces, pink and yellow. they can no longer feel the water under the toes, or drink.
The vase was sitting across the room from her. It was filled with those wild flowers her grandmother had in the pasture next to her home.
He thought of her as a vase. Beautifully fragile and able to hold her own among others. She always thought she could support herself with her stable base, but when the movements of life pushed her from her comfortable ledge, he was the hand to catch her.
Don’t throw that!!! Too late, I shattered the vase, fallen tears from your face to the floor!
There was a vase on our little table in the corner that was covered by a scarf of many colors. The vase was full of dead flowers, flowers from when I wasn’t living there alone. And I can’t throw them out because they’re from a time when things seemed, at least, to be less complicated.