The flow of life. Wish I could come up with a ‘follow-up’ to that…blank…so…Be Blessed
& let the relationship with God flow thru your veins.
Ken
Veins of black carbon under my feet, like the carbon-based veins that carry my blood. When I die, my blood goes into the ground and feeds the black carbon veins.
natalia
as it pumps through my body, it makes a map of the tracks and the traces. between brain and body, just veins. i fool the blood into the smaller courses, and watch it pump out like a flood of people leaving a busy subway on the morning commute. don’t sever them, or you’ll see the left overs.
derek shore
Veins were popping left and right, blood was everywhere. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned it, that it needn’t be brought up, but still I did. It was my last act as Deputy Supervisor of Planning at Comicon….
Nero
my veins are filled with something other than blood which veins should be filled with, coffee sometimes like right now when ive just eaten breakfast or vodka and orange juice on a good night when i am happy and laughing and dancing, like i hope i will be tonight or sometimes thc when im sitting in the basement hazy hazy and laughing in a different way
emily
blood from her veins was flowing from those wrists that she tried to cut in agony or pain?
akhil
the music ran through my veins like heroin. I want to be quieted
emily
In the chair in front of me, a fat whore with big chunky legs. The veins crawling in and out and inbetween every square inch. Blue, squiggly, grotesque veins.
Matt
blood
help
water
cell
passion
beat
sound
flow
body
skin
human being
organs
density
stress
head
building
united
fusion
donate
tamara
she’s in pain she’s trying to find a way to stop thinking of what happened but for some reason all she can think of is pain so she cuts herself again and again till the pain swallows her train of thought….
josolin
She lays on her bed sobbing quietly to herself. Head pounding, the blood in her veins pulsing loudly to her broken heart. She hugs her favorite teddy bear, and falls asleep hoping tomorrow will be better than today.
kellaaayy
she’s in pain she’s trying to find a way to stop thinking of what happened but for some reason all she can think of is pain so she cuts herself again and again till the pain swallows her train of thought….
josolin
after 20 days of eating mcdonalds, his veins and artaries sharted to become to cloged for him to pass blood easily
Lucas
She lays on her bed sobbing quietly to herself. Head pounding, the blood in her veins pulsing loudly to her broken heart. She hugs her favorite teddy bear, and falls asleep hoping tomorrow will be better that todday.
KELLY !?
the veins are constricting in me
they twist and wind through my entire body
i never notice them curving and looping
Jackie
Return life to a broken beating heart.
Pointless and futile effort.
Doing there job, despite the pain.
I wish to be a vein.
Steven
veins are the life of us. They flow freely unlike what we want to do. I wish life was more like our veins, I would find it to be easier. Yeah… flow.
Jessica
THE VEINS CARRY BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BODY. Under your very skin do they roam. They are your life. Without, you would di.
erika (13)
Through the body, suffering from gerontion, they emerge through the shriveled paper thin skin. Blue, like the smallest pathways from an ocean to an isthmus, they appear everywhere. This is my soul. I see the end of life everyday and I rejoice that what vessels exist will intertwine and meet up in heaven one day.
Michael
under the old alder tree in the grove behind the shed where you touched your first boy felt your first pangs of hunger down to the ditch where you played catch me and the policeman found the body
Jesse
Veins. the life source runs through them. i wrote a poem called Saturation telling you you were coursing through my veins. But now, I do not feel the same. How do I tell you? Do I want to feel the same? No.
Edurne
blood blue so tiny so lost connecting the universe of our bodies to each other to the planet to consciousness in the flesh; wish my
mary
I feel it gurgling through my veins. I can’t help it. It hurts, but I like it. I feel its thickness, its scaly texture, it wants me and I don’t know why.
Ian Martin
running through i see others of my own kind infected by some type of virus. its seems that they are taking over and we are finally shutting down for good. It is getting hard for me to defend them off now. I can’t out run them any more. HIV.
Kory S. Caldarelli
Veins, transporting blood around our bodies. I sometimes feel like the London Underground lines are like veins, and we commuters are the blood. The blood of London – the life of it.
Puj
are pulsing, Making obvious that she is dehydrated. But they are so pretty and blue and interesting to look at. Always the doctor has a comment about her “good veins” Hydrate, be well, do something nice for your body, but then the veins will disappear and there won’t be anything interesting to look at
Rebecca Burnham
Through the stained glass eyes she peered slowly down at her old woman’s hands, veins rolling over them like vines creeping over a old brick house and her spimcle like legs wobbled as she stared “over the hill” in the face and woke up crying.
Aubs
veins again? wow. ok. so there are a lot of connotations for veins: we have veins in our bodies that carry blood to is necessary places (which is basically everywhere) and so veins are like the highway system of life. it takes our blood where it needs to go. and so it is like veins in our lives.
justice
I sometimes have dreams of hooks catching my veins and tugging them out from under my skin. True, they’re nothing more than pipes for fluids, like a car or a house, but they’re my pipes.
aaron p.
actuallly i think about blood right now….hospitals and vampires….or drugs..gosh i could never inject myself something..yuk…what else..i dont know a lot about veins.
alex
I feel you in my veins. I was never attempting to fall for you, yet here you are. You are absolutely everything I detest rolled into one human being that I am irrevocably infatuated with. It’s impossible, but I feel you in my veins. I wonder if you feel the same. I don’t love you, but I need you now.
Somer
my are like ropes they run through my translucent skin like a map. I have a strong body, muscular an instrument
leah
They transport blood around the body. Lovely!
ElaineG
trough my vein runned the spirit of tomorrow. not knowing what to do, i called my ancient goals, those who lived in the back of my head, the back of my soul. breathing hard, i knew what to do…
vero
popping out of neck and pulsating pulsating with life and iron
Claire
to me veins are these blue things that pop out of your skin when you are thirsty…my stepdad’s veins pop out really bad when he is thirsty and i always ask his whats the matter and he answers my im thirsty
brittney
his arms were tight.
tense.
veins popped from his wrist down to his elbow.
veins so clear, veins so blue.
karen
Veins are where your blood pumps through your body, they are the transportation system from your heart to your finger tips; your brain to your toes. You veins are very important for your blood to flow throughout yourself.
Liz Martin
His veins branched out from under his opaque skin. I kissed the inside of his wrists and begged him for love. I kissed his neck, broke his capillaries and as the vessels burst, I dropped his hand as he bit his lip. “When you do that, you make me feel like I’m bleeding.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant.
star
It wasn’t the dark that stopped her,
it was the overwhelming feeling that she wasn’t alone.
A voice from the corner made the hair on her neck stand on end.
The simple “Good evening” was filled with malice and
turned the blood running through her veins to ice.
The flow of life. Wish I could come up with a ‘follow-up’ to that…blank…so…Be Blessed
& let the relationship with God flow thru your veins.
Veins of black carbon under my feet, like the carbon-based veins that carry my blood. When I die, my blood goes into the ground and feeds the black carbon veins.
as it pumps through my body, it makes a map of the tracks and the traces. between brain and body, just veins. i fool the blood into the smaller courses, and watch it pump out like a flood of people leaving a busy subway on the morning commute. don’t sever them, or you’ll see the left overs.
Veins were popping left and right, blood was everywhere. I knew I shouldn’t have mentioned it, that it needn’t be brought up, but still I did. It was my last act as Deputy Supervisor of Planning at Comicon….
my veins are filled with something other than blood which veins should be filled with, coffee sometimes like right now when ive just eaten breakfast or vodka and orange juice on a good night when i am happy and laughing and dancing, like i hope i will be tonight or sometimes thc when im sitting in the basement hazy hazy and laughing in a different way
blood from her veins was flowing from those wrists that she tried to cut in agony or pain?
the music ran through my veins like heroin. I want to be quieted
In the chair in front of me, a fat whore with big chunky legs. The veins crawling in and out and inbetween every square inch. Blue, squiggly, grotesque veins.
blood
help
water
cell
passion
beat
sound
flow
body
skin
human being
organs
density
stress
head
building
united
fusion
donate
she’s in pain she’s trying to find a way to stop thinking of what happened but for some reason all she can think of is pain so she cuts herself again and again till the pain swallows her train of thought….
She lays on her bed sobbing quietly to herself. Head pounding, the blood in her veins pulsing loudly to her broken heart. She hugs her favorite teddy bear, and falls asleep hoping tomorrow will be better than today.
she’s in pain she’s trying to find a way to stop thinking of what happened but for some reason all she can think of is pain so she cuts herself again and again till the pain swallows her train of thought….
after 20 days of eating mcdonalds, his veins and artaries sharted to become to cloged for him to pass blood easily
She lays on her bed sobbing quietly to herself. Head pounding, the blood in her veins pulsing loudly to her broken heart. She hugs her favorite teddy bear, and falls asleep hoping tomorrow will be better that todday.
the veins are constricting in me
they twist and wind through my entire body
i never notice them curving and looping
Return life to a broken beating heart.
Pointless and futile effort.
Doing there job, despite the pain.
I wish to be a vein.
veins are the life of us. They flow freely unlike what we want to do. I wish life was more like our veins, I would find it to be easier. Yeah… flow.
THE VEINS CARRY BLOOD THROUGH YOUR BODY. Under your very skin do they roam. They are your life. Without, you would di.
Through the body, suffering from gerontion, they emerge through the shriveled paper thin skin. Blue, like the smallest pathways from an ocean to an isthmus, they appear everywhere. This is my soul. I see the end of life everyday and I rejoice that what vessels exist will intertwine and meet up in heaven one day.
under the old alder tree in the grove behind the shed where you touched your first boy felt your first pangs of hunger down to the ditch where you played catch me and the policeman found the body
Veins. the life source runs through them. i wrote a poem called Saturation telling you you were coursing through my veins. But now, I do not feel the same. How do I tell you? Do I want to feel the same? No.
blood blue so tiny so lost connecting the universe of our bodies to each other to the planet to consciousness in the flesh; wish my
I feel it gurgling through my veins. I can’t help it. It hurts, but I like it. I feel its thickness, its scaly texture, it wants me and I don’t know why.
running through i see others of my own kind infected by some type of virus. its seems that they are taking over and we are finally shutting down for good. It is getting hard for me to defend them off now. I can’t out run them any more. HIV.
Veins, transporting blood around our bodies. I sometimes feel like the London Underground lines are like veins, and we commuters are the blood. The blood of London – the life of it.
are pulsing, Making obvious that she is dehydrated. But they are so pretty and blue and interesting to look at. Always the doctor has a comment about her “good veins” Hydrate, be well, do something nice for your body, but then the veins will disappear and there won’t be anything interesting to look at
Through the stained glass eyes she peered slowly down at her old woman’s hands, veins rolling over them like vines creeping over a old brick house and her spimcle like legs wobbled as she stared “over the hill” in the face and woke up crying.
veins again? wow. ok. so there are a lot of connotations for veins: we have veins in our bodies that carry blood to is necessary places (which is basically everywhere) and so veins are like the highway system of life. it takes our blood where it needs to go. and so it is like veins in our lives.
I sometimes have dreams of hooks catching my veins and tugging them out from under my skin. True, they’re nothing more than pipes for fluids, like a car or a house, but they’re my pipes.
actuallly i think about blood right now….hospitals and vampires….or drugs..gosh i could never inject myself something..yuk…what else..i dont know a lot about veins.
I feel you in my veins. I was never attempting to fall for you, yet here you are. You are absolutely everything I detest rolled into one human being that I am irrevocably infatuated with. It’s impossible, but I feel you in my veins. I wonder if you feel the same. I don’t love you, but I need you now.
my are like ropes they run through my translucent skin like a map. I have a strong body, muscular an instrument
They transport blood around the body. Lovely!
trough my vein runned the spirit of tomorrow. not knowing what to do, i called my ancient goals, those who lived in the back of my head, the back of my soul. breathing hard, i knew what to do…
popping out of neck and pulsating pulsating with life and iron
to me veins are these blue things that pop out of your skin when you are thirsty…my stepdad’s veins pop out really bad when he is thirsty and i always ask his whats the matter and he answers my im thirsty
his arms were tight.
tense.
veins popped from his wrist down to his elbow.
veins so clear, veins so blue.
Veins are where your blood pumps through your body, they are the transportation system from your heart to your finger tips; your brain to your toes. You veins are very important for your blood to flow throughout yourself.
His veins branched out from under his opaque skin. I kissed the inside of his wrists and begged him for love. I kissed his neck, broke his capillaries and as the vessels burst, I dropped his hand as he bit his lip. “When you do that, you make me feel like I’m bleeding.”
I wasn’t sure what he meant.
It wasn’t the dark that stopped her,
it was the overwhelming feeling that she wasn’t alone.
A voice from the corner made the hair on her neck stand on end.
The simple “Good evening” was filled with malice and
turned the blood running through her veins to ice.