veins keeps a body alive. One of the most important aspects of human body. Veins carry the bad blood from body to the heart for purification.
jangoq
veins
blood, life veins.
heroin veins.
crissy
She could feel the drug pulse through her viens, cold, heavy; He stood, a silent statue, one hand delicatll on her shoulder, tense as if resisting a final squeeze. Struggling to keep her eyes open….
Savannah Berkleigh
Today, for once in my life, I feel good. Like actual blood is pumping through my veins instead of red kool-aid. Today, for once in the history of everyday I’ve ever lived, I feel like it’s okay for me to go out in my underwear and curse God, fast food corporations, telemarketers, and those people who do not stop questioning the meaning of life. Today, I live. Today, I shot up heroin.
Flake
veins are mysterious and look pulpy. veins in your arm and in your body. I think of brain when i hear veins. it sound horrific yet fascinating.
Jordan G
yeah so i guess these words change like everyday or something….that gets a little boring
jerry
are very ugly. I hate veins especially blue distgusing veins. ALl veins are grotesque. make them not be seen. I do not like them sam I am. Ick o rama. I destest them they are bad. What more can I say. No more on this topic. I hope the time will run outss
jnbarron
Blood ran through her veins. She could feel it pulsing in her more than ever now that death was such a close possibility. He laughed as she blushed. Her veins of course betraying her fear and most surprisingly, embarrassment.
alexandra
The veins in his neck bulged out slightly from under his skin, showing the control he was exerting. I glanced up at him, unafraid as he leaned closer… closer… until his mouth met my neck and I felt a blissful pain.
Kristen T
Listlessly flowing through the burnt muscle lies these knits and purls of the human flesh. I hurt because they hurt and there are just so many of them. The mazes that are inside me must be amazing! Simply amazing!
Margie
blood. coursing through your body back to the lungs. its a road back to oxygen. its life. its connection.
C. Alexandra
Whoa so here I am writing, and its really weird because my friend just did this exact same thing, but shes not really my friend, shes really more the love of uh, well my life I guess, not that its been so long, and it feels so wonderfully cliche to say, but I suppose she is! Shes all that I think about, which if you cant tell by the fact that my topic is veins and Im still managing to write about her, than you are DUMB.
Spencer
As we kneaded the dough, his veins became more and more distinct. They bulged through his skin and his hands moved more and more with a goal. His fingers pressed against
Cassie
You run through my veins, like poison and yet like a potion that will make me live forever.
One taste of you and I am left speechless and unaware;
One taste of you and I am left wanting more.
Yes, Eric, Yes.
I want you and you only. For every day that I am me I will love you.
And you me, I should hope.
Never have I felt such a connection to someone.
And never have I believed in something so much.
I love you Eric, I love you.
Just love me still.
Date me again.
Hold me forever.
Keep this life running forever with just one second in my veins.
Stella Heather
veins are kind of gross. they carry the essentials, but, still, kind of gross.
thank you veins, for keeping me alive.
katrina
my veinns were pulsing as i typed this enty….what to say, what to say? should i talk about the job i don’t want, the husband i don’t love, the children i can’t stand? so much to say yet no time at all to do it. as if time would help this situation at all anyway.
starla
my veins end up simply paining my brain with the possibility of rupture or halt of the structure
fool
it’s a vain attempt at pretense
NWC23
While I stay transfixed by your face, I can’t hep but feel draw more powerfully with each passing moment to your veins. Every time you laugh they rise and fall in a pulsating crescendo.
Tobias
God he had nice hands–strong, capable. She traced the lines of his veins crisscrossing under the skin as he flexed his fingers. He looked up suddenly and cocked an eyebrow at her. she blushed and jerked her head to the side.
Yona
veins are in our bodies, they provide the blood that flows from our hearts to our extremities. They carry oxygen. Veins also can be related to minerals. There are veins of gold or silver. These are the lifeblood of the earth. Veins carry value either oxygen or mineral through our body and our planet
Ryan Z. B.
It swept through my veins, empowering me and tunneling my vision until all i could see was my goal. It pumped my muscles with the strength needed, pushed away the burning of my lungs. I was so close. Sweat poured down my neck, stinging my eyes, but i didn’t noticed. all I saw was the finish line.
Smurph
veins are my mother. her legs. so much time spent wondering about those veins. having surgeries to get rid of the veins. why did she do that? i always wondered why but never asked. why have i not asked? she voluntarily stripped the veins out of her legs and i’m not supposed to ask? the lifelines. the blood-givers. the oh god i just lost it.
amberly
It is the path. My blood travels through me. It gives me life. Needles enter my body. Please help.
Alex "Brownie" Browning
veins are like crazy spiders all over your body. sometimes their really really gross well some people think so but i dont really i more think that they are like cool signs that your alive what if veins are like your spirit and the different shapes of them mean different parts of your personality like kindness or strength or whatnot/ well this is a really long minute but whatever i really kind of like veins too bad mine are so small so when i have to get blood drawn they have to poke me like a hundred times to hit one of them. it really hurts sometimes i kind of want to be a doctor that could be really cool but then what if im like really squeemish or freak out or something i probably wouldnt i like watching people get shots and stuff its really neat most people dont like that but i do. but whatever.
kara
i see veins running inside my body. men usually have more outstanding veins than women do. i like the way that veins look except for if they’re purtruding out of a forehead… that’s just weird. inside my veins my blood looks blue but when my blood hits the air it turns red and looks crimsony. veins keep my cells protected from harm. veins.
jessila
veins are nice to have, but scary to look at… well if their not in the body. that’s where they belong… in the body… like mine… which is why that is probably why they look scary when their out. well and their helpful to… specially if u need something like more blood.
kass
these veins, running,
across my forehead
and my chest
covering up what you left
these veins, crying
breaking here
leaving, bruising what you kept
my veins were wat you kept.
shoelaces
lines that are blue and green in your body that carry blood aruond your body
veins are almost every where in your body
z
things in your body that circulate blood around your body like strings with blood in it
zach ta
Blue pulsing veins under skin. they don’t have emotions or feelings, they just do the job they were put there for. to pump blood through your body. they don’t know the hardships of life or the troubles you face. so why do you cut them so deep?
bri
She thinks it would be cool to trace out her veins and pry them up, like they do in the museum with all the donated bodies. She wonders a lot why so many people are obsessed with veins — they don’t do much, it’s the arteries that are important…
tv
bio class in high school. there was this one time I did a diagram of a heart, but it was all in red. The arteries should have been blue. I usually drew the germination of seeds though. It’s so cool, how it works. I have to miss CLS training this year to do humvee training.
Isa
Blood runs through your veins thats where our similarity ends
andythrobber
Anger surged through her veins and brought her to a boiling point. She turned and looked her boss straight in the face and said:’No I don’t take sugar’, and added ‘thank you’- just to be polite.
Louise
veins veins veins.
it takes a while to get the words out of my head and into my heart, and i know, in my heart, that veins don’t matter as much as you’d like, as much as they tell you.
veins veins veins.
they cover your whole body and you can’t control it, you can’t stop it, you can’t unless you die.
but then you’re cheating yourself, and that’s never fair.
veins veins veins.
it’s not as fun to think about them as you would like to think. it’s not as fun to slice them open as one would think, but i do it because i have to.
krista
in my veins, i don’t think. in my veins, i don’t hurt.
i watch them flow everywhere and i have to believe, they’re the only things keeping me away from death and i don’t like that at all, i don’t like one thing being in control and i don’t like the fact that i can’t stop them unless
one little slice.
it’s all it takes.
one little slice.
i can’t help but want to escape.
i want to escape.
i have to escape.
help me escape.
krista
veins
running through my hands, my face
pulsing
around my tingling fingers
and sleepy, worn out eyes
and the rest of me
exploding
in each vein
2 feet from you.
sothisisnotagreatpoem
my veins are infected
by the roach aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hes gonna give in
give in to the [ppoisonous thrill
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
my veins im dine n done n gone
soft y pablo
veins are blue, hidden underneath my 7 epedermal layers. But when i sqeeze my arm really hard they pop out, it’s disguisting. when cut, the blue blood turns red, exposed to oxygen.
nat
My veins are red. I think. I am not sure, cause sometimes they are blue. I need my veins. I think. My blood rushes through them. I think. I think a lot, but not sure about all of it. Perhaps I should check out more about my veins. I probably need them. So I should take care of them as much as I can. Don’t you think?
veins keeps a body alive. One of the most important aspects of human body. Veins carry the bad blood from body to the heart for purification.
veins
blood, life veins.
heroin veins.
She could feel the drug pulse through her viens, cold, heavy; He stood, a silent statue, one hand delicatll on her shoulder, tense as if resisting a final squeeze. Struggling to keep her eyes open….
Today, for once in my life, I feel good. Like actual blood is pumping through my veins instead of red kool-aid. Today, for once in the history of everyday I’ve ever lived, I feel like it’s okay for me to go out in my underwear and curse God, fast food corporations, telemarketers, and those people who do not stop questioning the meaning of life. Today, I live. Today, I shot up heroin.
veins are mysterious and look pulpy. veins in your arm and in your body. I think of brain when i hear veins. it sound horrific yet fascinating.
yeah so i guess these words change like everyday or something….that gets a little boring
are very ugly. I hate veins especially blue distgusing veins. ALl veins are grotesque. make them not be seen. I do not like them sam I am. Ick o rama. I destest them they are bad. What more can I say. No more on this topic. I hope the time will run outss
Blood ran through her veins. She could feel it pulsing in her more than ever now that death was such a close possibility. He laughed as she blushed. Her veins of course betraying her fear and most surprisingly, embarrassment.
The veins in his neck bulged out slightly from under his skin, showing the control he was exerting. I glanced up at him, unafraid as he leaned closer… closer… until his mouth met my neck and I felt a blissful pain.
Listlessly flowing through the burnt muscle lies these knits and purls of the human flesh. I hurt because they hurt and there are just so many of them. The mazes that are inside me must be amazing! Simply amazing!
blood. coursing through your body back to the lungs. its a road back to oxygen. its life. its connection.
Whoa so here I am writing, and its really weird because my friend just did this exact same thing, but shes not really my friend, shes really more the love of uh, well my life I guess, not that its been so long, and it feels so wonderfully cliche to say, but I suppose she is! Shes all that I think about, which if you cant tell by the fact that my topic is veins and Im still managing to write about her, than you are DUMB.
As we kneaded the dough, his veins became more and more distinct. They bulged through his skin and his hands moved more and more with a goal. His fingers pressed against
You run through my veins, like poison and yet like a potion that will make me live forever.
One taste of you and I am left speechless and unaware;
One taste of you and I am left wanting more.
Yes, Eric, Yes.
I want you and you only. For every day that I am me I will love you.
And you me, I should hope.
Never have I felt such a connection to someone.
And never have I believed in something so much.
I love you Eric, I love you.
Just love me still.
Date me again.
Hold me forever.
Keep this life running forever with just one second in my veins.
veins are kind of gross. they carry the essentials, but, still, kind of gross.
thank you veins, for keeping me alive.
my veinns were pulsing as i typed this enty….what to say, what to say? should i talk about the job i don’t want, the husband i don’t love, the children i can’t stand? so much to say yet no time at all to do it. as if time would help this situation at all anyway.
my veins end up simply paining my brain with the possibility of rupture or halt of the structure
fool
it’s a vain attempt at pretense
While I stay transfixed by your face, I can’t hep but feel draw more powerfully with each passing moment to your veins. Every time you laugh they rise and fall in a pulsating crescendo.
God he had nice hands–strong, capable. She traced the lines of his veins crisscrossing under the skin as he flexed his fingers. He looked up suddenly and cocked an eyebrow at her. she blushed and jerked her head to the side.
veins are in our bodies, they provide the blood that flows from our hearts to our extremities. They carry oxygen. Veins also can be related to minerals. There are veins of gold or silver. These are the lifeblood of the earth. Veins carry value either oxygen or mineral through our body and our planet
It swept through my veins, empowering me and tunneling my vision until all i could see was my goal. It pumped my muscles with the strength needed, pushed away the burning of my lungs. I was so close. Sweat poured down my neck, stinging my eyes, but i didn’t noticed. all I saw was the finish line.
veins are my mother. her legs. so much time spent wondering about those veins. having surgeries to get rid of the veins. why did she do that? i always wondered why but never asked. why have i not asked? she voluntarily stripped the veins out of her legs and i’m not supposed to ask? the lifelines. the blood-givers. the oh god i just lost it.
It is the path. My blood travels through me. It gives me life. Needles enter my body. Please help.
veins are like crazy spiders all over your body. sometimes their really really gross well some people think so but i dont really i more think that they are like cool signs that your alive what if veins are like your spirit and the different shapes of them mean different parts of your personality like kindness or strength or whatnot/ well this is a really long minute but whatever i really kind of like veins too bad mine are so small so when i have to get blood drawn they have to poke me like a hundred times to hit one of them. it really hurts sometimes i kind of want to be a doctor that could be really cool but then what if im like really squeemish or freak out or something i probably wouldnt i like watching people get shots and stuff its really neat most people dont like that but i do. but whatever.
i see veins running inside my body. men usually have more outstanding veins than women do. i like the way that veins look except for if they’re purtruding out of a forehead… that’s just weird. inside my veins my blood looks blue but when my blood hits the air it turns red and looks crimsony. veins keep my cells protected from harm. veins.
veins are nice to have, but scary to look at… well if their not in the body. that’s where they belong… in the body… like mine… which is why that is probably why they look scary when their out. well and their helpful to… specially if u need something like more blood.
these veins, running,
across my forehead
and my chest
covering up what you left
these veins, crying
breaking here
leaving, bruising what you kept
my veins were wat you kept.
lines that are blue and green in your body that carry blood aruond your body
veins are almost every where in your body
things in your body that circulate blood around your body like strings with blood in it
Blue pulsing veins under skin. they don’t have emotions or feelings, they just do the job they were put there for. to pump blood through your body. they don’t know the hardships of life or the troubles you face. so why do you cut them so deep?
She thinks it would be cool to trace out her veins and pry them up, like they do in the museum with all the donated bodies. She wonders a lot why so many people are obsessed with veins — they don’t do much, it’s the arteries that are important…
bio class in high school. there was this one time I did a diagram of a heart, but it was all in red. The arteries should have been blue. I usually drew the germination of seeds though. It’s so cool, how it works. I have to miss CLS training this year to do humvee training.
Blood runs through your veins thats where our similarity ends
Anger surged through her veins and brought her to a boiling point. She turned and looked her boss straight in the face and said:’No I don’t take sugar’, and added ‘thank you’- just to be polite.
veins veins veins.
it takes a while to get the words out of my head and into my heart, and i know, in my heart, that veins don’t matter as much as you’d like, as much as they tell you.
veins veins veins.
they cover your whole body and you can’t control it, you can’t stop it, you can’t unless you die.
but then you’re cheating yourself, and that’s never fair.
veins veins veins.
it’s not as fun to think about them as you would like to think. it’s not as fun to slice them open as one would think, but i do it because i have to.
in my veins, i don’t think. in my veins, i don’t hurt.
i watch them flow everywhere and i have to believe, they’re the only things keeping me away from death and i don’t like that at all, i don’t like one thing being in control and i don’t like the fact that i can’t stop them unless
one little slice.
it’s all it takes.
one little slice.
i can’t help but want to escape.
i want to escape.
i have to escape.
help me escape.
veins
running through my hands, my face
pulsing
around my tingling fingers
and sleepy, worn out eyes
and the rest of me
exploding
in each vein
2 feet from you.
my veins are infected
by the roach aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hes gonna give in
give in to the [ppoisonous thrill
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
my veins im dine n done n gone
veins are blue, hidden underneath my 7 epedermal layers. But when i sqeeze my arm really hard they pop out, it’s disguisting. when cut, the blue blood turns red, exposed to oxygen.
My veins are red. I think. I am not sure, cause sometimes they are blue. I need my veins. I think. My blood rushes through them. I think. I think a lot, but not sure about all of it. Perhaps I should check out more about my veins. I probably need them. So I should take care of them as much as I can. Don’t you think?