there are veins of gold untapped. there are no words in these veins. i have no words. the words elude me. it is late and i am tired. i’m not a gold person. i like silver. where are the veins of silver?
rosylee
They run along our whole bodies, they are the senders & carries. Our essence of life, they will carry the oxygen to our brain they travel with nutrients its all throughout. If nothing else we hold this in common with everyone else, within we are all the same
Andrea
My veins hurt. I never noticed them before, but now they throb at night and during the day I wince regularly as sharp pain, as if my blood were fire, rushes from my extremities on up my limbs to my heart. I don’t know what has caused this. I don’t think it was the fish I ate, which I pulled from the Yellow River…
Don Franke
The blood that runs in my veins is the same blood that runs in my family’s veins. The DNA in that blood is a close match to the DNA in my family’s blood. We’re supposed to be so alike but I often feel like a stranger in my own home. Like I don’t really belong. I know I’m not adopted coz I look so much like them but deep in my heart, I know I’m different. I’m not better than them or worse than them… I’m just different. I don’t know where I should belong. Whether it’s my family or my friends or even my ex-boyfriend/boyfriend… I love them and hold them close to my heart but do I truly belong with them?
Trina
things in your arms with lumen thin walls bigger than capillaries, carry blood around the body, elastic walls like stringy pieces of spaghetti, very important, PARAMOUNT IF YOU ASK ME!!
These are the veins that run through my life, they are all that keep me from stopping dead in my tracks. The veins that run the blood, pulsating through me and from me away to others around me.
Do you know what this means to me, to have you run through my life and destroy these veins that I have set up so delicately. I love you but you destroy me, my path in life that was so settled and set.
aur3lie
Veins, the very object which our blood flow through. Without them, we can’t survive, and our blood will be splurting out all over the place. They are of utmost importance to the human body and cannot be done without. So, please treat them with care
avart
he has veins protruding from his arms, like a heroin addict’s dream. like a map running from his wrist to his elbow. touch the roads, they are squishy.
lyzi
Veins. Glistening beautifully. Lovely caresses filling her mind. She injects the needle…and drifts. Drifts on a drug-clouded haze.
Joonanner
veins carry life blood
to my head and my heart
and my spirit flows
aside from this
in spaces undefined
by definition
nicki
veins of blood. blood coursing through them, Pulsing. Making me sick. Always there, always present, Wanting to die, wanting to cent and spurt blood all over this evil land to drown the bad and cleanse the good. To allow us freedom to reinvent, to try again. to reincarnate to leave the world behind to purge our sin
Danielle
i have small veins in my arms
Kathy Franklin
My veins run blue blood back to my heart to oxygenate. There they turn red and move to my extremities to give me life. Come to my hear blue and I will turn your red with life.
Jon Ray
What do you talk about crimson rivers. Stalking like a lost mind creeping; sending you a glimpse of shivers.
nightshine
I felt her trace my veins that lay in ruble of my skin as she hallowed her’s out. I watched as the veins inside of her wrist empty and became as hallow as the walls and doorways she treads upon the late night.
I felt my veins begin to pulse harder and flow faster.
Iceberg
The veins in your neck are throbbing as your heart tightens. You feel the blood clot and imagine you’re holding her hand one last time. Never again will you feel her breath on your neck. But you don’t want to. You regret the memories and you’re ashamed of the decisions, but you’re longing for that feeling again. That feeling of belonging and happiness. Not her. The feeling.
Ryan
Veins are possibly the most annoying thing when it comes to getting a shot or getting blood taken. The last thing you want is some strange 40 year old women poking around in your arm while she chats about how your day went. You just want to get the hell out of the office and watch some tv at your sleezy apartment.
Josh
the veins
always the pumping
always the pulse
always the blue
always the red
always the rush
always the feeling
the veins
that are there
until the final pulse
and then all is silence.
that is it.
mr. ed sullivan
sometimes i think that my veins have run dry
a pulse
blue
sarah mitchell
blue and bloody. bruised skin where veins and blood vessels have pooled. life line. oxidation. blood cells. sickle cell anemia. death. life. life in the blue. blue that is actually red in reality, but is distorted by the skin. how unfortunate. how truly unfortunate
shaboom reinhardt
my veins they glow blue
beneath the pale moonlight
amidst the grove of sicamore-I watch
my veins grow through
my flesh.
my veins glow blue
…they surely do.
KF
Kevin Fulgencio
veins are blue and carry your life blood but they can also look so gross on your legs or arms when they turn into spider veins. My veins are filled with hate and blood. What could that possibly mean? I don’t know. I worry about what is in my veins. the fear and the loathing that resides in them scares me silly. But what about the pain? It’s real, tangible.
Tricia
blood pumping and flowing sending life though me. they beat and bun and breath. can anything be as vital as disgusting or as human? love, hate faith, and hope these are the veins gifts.
Travis Mandenberg
Flowing through them, something that I thought that I had left behind ages ago. A reminder that runs like railroad tracks, and today the conductor sounded the horn:
change of lanes ahead.
In my veins, a sanguine history lingers.
More than blood runs through these fingers.
Carol
veins streak across the sky crimson red dripping life onto all that dwell below. Sadness replaces awe as the world spins out of control
MCWires
grassy curvy creepy plants some say are pretty but look like death. they make houses look older than they actually are …haunted also. and ugly. They have no purpose..i think.
Jenn
Varicose or track marks. My god, veins. Like a plant has them, some are nice and red, like in a begonia. Damn, I never did get the track marks , even if I was an IV drug user. I got a few scars, which I tell the lab techs, ” this is where you will get a good hit”, believe me – and they always do, if they listen. Veins, like a line of gold in an old rock, veins like on the back of my granmas leg. Wow, veins – can be a bunch of things…veins as in humor, veins like an IV, veins like the leaves of the big bananna tree on the way to school. Veins like the pulsing one in my neck when I go beyond my capacity. Holy smoke, veins are important – so are their partners arteries, at least in our bodies. Ah, well mine seem to be working pretty well, not clogged and not full of dope anymore. I wish this could be a happy vein….so won’t go into the way in which the world is bleeding from them.
Beatrice Collins
Pulsing veins rushing blood through the arteries into the heart. Stopping. Blood seeping then creeping faster through the wound, flooding the white tile floor. Drip drip drip. Dying slowly, yet happily. Nowhere else you’d rather be. Draining your veins clean and clear. Like water. Free from life and death.
Jamie
Push through me and upwards, sending me strange vibrations from a distant land. Bearing odd fruits from the smoke I just inhaled, exchanging vital oxygen for the more potent gaseous molecules of the thick cloud that rushes down my throat and fills my lungs. veins feed the addiction.
Charlotte
there’s a lot of veins in people’s heads when they get angry i’ve seemed to notice… its’ kind of funny actually, but i think its funnier when people have those huge veins in their necks. it often has to do with anger… or passion. passionately angry… go both ways, dang, you got a huge vein coming out some dude’s head and neck.
justice
her veins in her chest, like the veins of a leaf, spread outward from her core to her every limb.
Emily
Veins… Blood… Vampires… Twilight… New Moon…
OMFG. If they allow Vanessa Hudgens to play Leah Clearwater, I will not watch that movie no matter how gorgeous Robert Pattinson is.
lolz. This post sucks. I’ll post another one later.
Trina
veins…pulse, race…
you, your face…
my mind’s heart races
and my heart’s mind races…
veins…and what u cause…
u cause this endless relay
race.
cjstar
it’s where you are, how you flow…all thru mine…my life, my roots, my depths…everywhere in me…you are & always will be.
chansgirl
This means ur moms a transvestite
Fuck me
that means suck my dick you faggot
Hill jacker
Ass Ass Ass Ass
Gay
Oh this word means gay people like my mother.
crap
Loving you comes so natural, like the blood running through my veins.
there are veins of gold untapped. there are no words in these veins. i have no words. the words elude me. it is late and i am tired. i’m not a gold person. i like silver. where are the veins of silver?
They run along our whole bodies, they are the senders & carries. Our essence of life, they will carry the oxygen to our brain they travel with nutrients its all throughout. If nothing else we hold this in common with everyone else, within we are all the same
My veins hurt. I never noticed them before, but now they throb at night and during the day I wince regularly as sharp pain, as if my blood were fire, rushes from my extremities on up my limbs to my heart. I don’t know what has caused this. I don’t think it was the fish I ate, which I pulled from the Yellow River…
The blood that runs in my veins is the same blood that runs in my family’s veins. The DNA in that blood is a close match to the DNA in my family’s blood. We’re supposed to be so alike but I often feel like a stranger in my own home. Like I don’t really belong. I know I’m not adopted coz I look so much like them but deep in my heart, I know I’m different. I’m not better than them or worse than them… I’m just different. I don’t know where I should belong. Whether it’s my family or my friends or even my ex-boyfriend/boyfriend… I love them and hold them close to my heart but do I truly belong with them?
things in your arms with lumen thin walls bigger than capillaries, carry blood around the body, elastic walls like stringy pieces of spaghetti, very important, PARAMOUNT IF YOU ASK ME!!
blood, blue, green, death, coldness, wires, emptiness, horridness, morgues, hands, arms,
These are the veins that run through my life, they are all that keep me from stopping dead in my tracks. The veins that run the blood, pulsating through me and from me away to others around me.
Do you know what this means to me, to have you run through my life and destroy these veins that I have set up so delicately. I love you but you destroy me, my path in life that was so settled and set.
Veins, the very object which our blood flow through. Without them, we can’t survive, and our blood will be splurting out all over the place. They are of utmost importance to the human body and cannot be done without. So, please treat them with care
he has veins protruding from his arms, like a heroin addict’s dream. like a map running from his wrist to his elbow. touch the roads, they are squishy.
Veins. Glistening beautifully. Lovely caresses filling her mind. She injects the needle…and drifts. Drifts on a drug-clouded haze.
veins carry life blood
to my head and my heart
and my spirit flows
aside from this
in spaces undefined
by definition
veins of blood. blood coursing through them, Pulsing. Making me sick. Always there, always present, Wanting to die, wanting to cent and spurt blood all over this evil land to drown the bad and cleanse the good. To allow us freedom to reinvent, to try again. to reincarnate to leave the world behind to purge our sin
i have small veins in my arms
My veins run blue blood back to my heart to oxygenate. There they turn red and move to my extremities to give me life. Come to my hear blue and I will turn your red with life.
What do you talk about crimson rivers. Stalking like a lost mind creeping; sending you a glimpse of shivers.
I felt her trace my veins that lay in ruble of my skin as she hallowed her’s out. I watched as the veins inside of her wrist empty and became as hallow as the walls and doorways she treads upon the late night.
I felt my veins begin to pulse harder and flow faster.
The veins in your neck are throbbing as your heart tightens. You feel the blood clot and imagine you’re holding her hand one last time. Never again will you feel her breath on your neck. But you don’t want to. You regret the memories and you’re ashamed of the decisions, but you’re longing for that feeling again. That feeling of belonging and happiness. Not her. The feeling.
Veins are possibly the most annoying thing when it comes to getting a shot or getting blood taken. The last thing you want is some strange 40 year old women poking around in your arm while she chats about how your day went. You just want to get the hell out of the office and watch some tv at your sleezy apartment.
the veins
always the pumping
always the pulse
always the blue
always the red
always the rush
always the feeling
the veins
that are there
until the final pulse
and then all is silence.
that is it.
sometimes i think that my veins have run dry
a pulse
blue
blue and bloody. bruised skin where veins and blood vessels have pooled. life line. oxidation. blood cells. sickle cell anemia. death. life. life in the blue. blue that is actually red in reality, but is distorted by the skin. how unfortunate. how truly unfortunate
my veins they glow blue
beneath the pale moonlight
amidst the grove of sicamore-I watch
my veins grow through
my flesh.
my veins glow blue
…they surely do.
KF
veins are blue and carry your life blood but they can also look so gross on your legs or arms when they turn into spider veins. My veins are filled with hate and blood. What could that possibly mean? I don’t know. I worry about what is in my veins. the fear and the loathing that resides in them scares me silly. But what about the pain? It’s real, tangible.
blood pumping and flowing sending life though me. they beat and bun and breath. can anything be as vital as disgusting or as human? love, hate faith, and hope these are the veins gifts.
Flowing through them, something that I thought that I had left behind ages ago. A reminder that runs like railroad tracks, and today the conductor sounded the horn:
change of lanes ahead.
In my veins, a sanguine history lingers.
More than blood runs through these fingers.
veins streak across the sky crimson red dripping life onto all that dwell below. Sadness replaces awe as the world spins out of control
grassy curvy creepy plants some say are pretty but look like death. they make houses look older than they actually are …haunted also. and ugly. They have no purpose..i think.
Varicose or track marks. My god, veins. Like a plant has them, some are nice and red, like in a begonia. Damn, I never did get the track marks , even if I was an IV drug user. I got a few scars, which I tell the lab techs, ” this is where you will get a good hit”, believe me – and they always do, if they listen. Veins, like a line of gold in an old rock, veins like on the back of my granmas leg. Wow, veins – can be a bunch of things…veins as in humor, veins like an IV, veins like the leaves of the big bananna tree on the way to school. Veins like the pulsing one in my neck when I go beyond my capacity. Holy smoke, veins are important – so are their partners arteries, at least in our bodies. Ah, well mine seem to be working pretty well, not clogged and not full of dope anymore. I wish this could be a happy vein….so won’t go into the way in which the world is bleeding from them.
Pulsing veins rushing blood through the arteries into the heart. Stopping. Blood seeping then creeping faster through the wound, flooding the white tile floor. Drip drip drip. Dying slowly, yet happily. Nowhere else you’d rather be. Draining your veins clean and clear. Like water. Free from life and death.
Push through me and upwards, sending me strange vibrations from a distant land. Bearing odd fruits from the smoke I just inhaled, exchanging vital oxygen for the more potent gaseous molecules of the thick cloud that rushes down my throat and fills my lungs. veins feed the addiction.
there’s a lot of veins in people’s heads when they get angry i’ve seemed to notice… its’ kind of funny actually, but i think its funnier when people have those huge veins in their necks. it often has to do with anger… or passion. passionately angry… go both ways, dang, you got a huge vein coming out some dude’s head and neck.
her veins in her chest, like the veins of a leaf, spread outward from her core to her every limb.
Veins… Blood… Vampires… Twilight… New Moon…
OMFG. If they allow Vanessa Hudgens to play Leah Clearwater, I will not watch that movie no matter how gorgeous Robert Pattinson is.
lolz. This post sucks. I’ll post another one later.
veins…pulse, race…
you, your face…
my mind’s heart races
and my heart’s mind races…
veins…and what u cause…
u cause this endless relay
race.
it’s where you are, how you flow…all thru mine…my life, my roots, my depths…everywhere in me…you are & always will be.
This means ur moms a transvestite
that means suck my dick you faggot
Ass Ass Ass Ass
Oh this word means gay people like my mother.
Loving you comes so natural, like the blood running through my veins.