Pulsing, blue, streaks of moving blood. Legs. Neck. Temples. This way or that. On the surface or deep to the heart. Canals. Life flowing. Ebbing. Aching. Done.
S Gardner
He felt he could never write again, that the blood had drained from his writing heart, that his veins were filled with dust and cocaine, that all his opportunities had come and gone, and that all he could now do is remember and weep.
Linda
veins is the planet of wonder and amazement. i myself have been there several times. once i found three little flowers how all seemed to smile at me.
alexandria kennedy
Sometimes I wonder what my cat thinks after she runs. She plops down on her side and pants. She feels something in her chest, like a bird. But she has no idea what it is.
r.a.
The veins of the frog were hard to get a hold of by the tweezers as I was learning it’s anatomy in biology.
Mary Lou Wynegar
The veins in your head pop and you look so cute when you’re frustrated. Why oh why are you so mad at me this time? I just wanted to tell you how I felt. That vein worries me a little. What if you’re giving yourself an aneurysm? What if you die? I’m not sure I could live if you were dead.
Camille
Veins are gross and red and filled with blood. which grosses me out. ewww. but then again they are a part of us. and we need them to live..so i guess their a good thing then..right?
emiilyyyy
He was so angry that you could see his veins exposed around his neck. Such a tiny figure, yet so much wrath and so bitter.
ac
blood running through my veins
m
they throbbed like ten thousand Arabian stallions galloping across her backside, split between the cosmos and her anus. he looked back, she wasn’t there holding the reins and when she looked forward he was crawling into the garden shed. good day for a snackable i say.
Dj Gibbs Free NRG
veins are shiny and inside of your arms and legs and they pump life through you but life isnt just going through your veins its flowing through the atmosphere and it makes up everything that is and everything you are, your veins are like the rivers of earth and of distant planets but they don’t actually exist at the same time your veins are small and red and sweet and they keep you alive
zoe
the veins of the leaf
lifelines, roads, paths to take
bridge root to sun
Nancy T
the blood rushes through my veins. Its as if my veins are filled with extraordinary amounts of energy. Not to mention, I think its the high blood pressure that’s been passed down to me from my fathers side of the family.
Roman
my veins are so close to the surface of my skin. its as if they want everyone to know i wear my heart on my sleeve. the blue winds down my arms screaming, i love you, i’m upset, i can’t breathe!
Rebekah
i have the ugliest veins. can’t think why. well, yeah i can. all these years of hard working on my feet. like a career road map. the stories these veins could tell. oh my. tragedies and heartaches and fun times and little money! and this standing job story is nearly done…
tbob
You’re in my veins now. Flowing through me, through my heart, nurturing my cells, becoming a part of me. Getting you out will be painful; some cuts and scars, no doubt, left from the attempts. But for now, I’ll let you flow through me.
Sheryl
i keep staring at my bruised veins, searching for an entry to have that last one–that last rush.
Flossy Mossy
blood pouring through the human of the earth seen as a work of art to some and a thing of beauty for others
D'Angelo Brown
I have really bad veins. Whenever I get blood drawn or IVs for any reason… they usually have to poke me like 20 times… ugh…
Michelle
My veins are coursing rapidly with blood and nutrients and I don’t even know it. I’m not even aware of this river within me. Without school I would have never known about the vena cava or the color of blood when it is not oxygenated. But, I am now aware of veins.
Sarah
small organisms that run through the body suppling blood and oxygen to the body and heart… The one in my hand is purple and blue. They pop out when stressed… Yah thats it… SNL!!!
Gabby
I don’t often think about blood in my own body. I’ll write about it- about veins cut open and a sticky tide of scarlet liquid pooling- but I find myself hardly ever acknowledging my own mortality, the fact that it doesn’t only happen in fantasy.
Birdie
my veins are
intricate in their well-being
i cannot tell you how often i have thought of the times we’ve spent together
and there are times when i wonder how you measure my love for you
can you see it for what it truly is?
my veins are here for the taking my love
so suck me dry
andy Ell
Blood pulsated through my veins at the rythm of the music playing in the background. I leaned my face up, my eyes really meeting his for the first time.
dani
veins remind me of being alive.
they remind me of fragility, of our complexion that we take for granted daily.
veins also scare the shit out of me, they make my stomach turn.
i dont know.
meghan spillane
I open my veins to tell you what time it is
I drink the rain that falls from my eyes
This is one of those nights better spent in isolation
As the veil is thin and the night is open
I dread the opening of my eyes
The darkness of night
The hold you still have over my heart
The beginning
The ending
The unnecessary spinning we do
In, then out
Round and round
Each goodbye is another hello
Each good morning is also good night
And I hold tight to the razor in my hand
Take a stand and leap into the abyss below
teal
i was running through the hall, blood rushing through my veins. i look left, looked right, and instantaly desided to go BOTH ways. running down 2 halls now… everything getting more intence, more insaine… my veins about to burst.
David
They are in my body
They help my body to function
They are what my blood flows through
Some people can find them and
Some people have trouble finding them.
JustinWright
wooooooooooooooooooooooooosh. can’t you feel it? can’t you feel the
blood
it rushes up down left right
in
less than a
second
pop
maddie
When I hear “veins” I think of the band “The Young Veins,” which features Ryan Ross and Jon Walker of the band “Panic! at the Disco,” which was one of my favorite bands in my younger days.
Tori
weather its windy out today. its usually hot by this time of year. i dont know a thing about global warming but i now for the past 25 years that i have lived in the same place this is the first year the weather has ever been so unpredictable. i cant wait for the sunny clear days to come back.
co
The veins at her ankles and behind her knees were red and swollen. She had heavy bags under her eyes, she looked like she had been beaten, but the only thing that had beaten her was the end of the needle in her hand. She was finished…
jobo
blood pumps through them, like food to the system.
nicole
The veins run down my arms and they are deep. The needles rarely pierce them on the first try. The blues and greens stand out on my fair, olive skin. The blood runs through them to the rest of the web of veins.
Amanda
needles. shots. the time i tried to face my fear at a school blood drive, and i ended up fainting in front of my entire class.
Danielle Goshen
My blood flows through my veins, my life flows through the sea, and my heart flows through hell.e
Adam Yan
The blood that runs in my veins is only half known.
It’s only half me. And only half him.
My blood is not holy, it’s not divine.
And the veins that bear the burden of my blood are not temples of life, but carriers of death.
Brit Morgan
i have veins in my body
z
I’ve got veins running up and down my arm. There they are, so perfect and blue. And as much as I want to distort them, to rip them, to cut them open, I resist. All because of you.
Rylee
Corded, knotted, they testify to hard work, and not just moments of such effort but a sustained course of action taken, repetition, energy applied, goal-driven work of some kind or another, as they bear the spent blood back to your heart.
Pulsing, blue, streaks of moving blood. Legs. Neck. Temples. This way or that. On the surface or deep to the heart. Canals. Life flowing. Ebbing. Aching. Done.
He felt he could never write again, that the blood had drained from his writing heart, that his veins were filled with dust and cocaine, that all his opportunities had come and gone, and that all he could now do is remember and weep.
veins is the planet of wonder and amazement. i myself have been there several times. once i found three little flowers how all seemed to smile at me.
Sometimes I wonder what my cat thinks after she runs. She plops down on her side and pants. She feels something in her chest, like a bird. But she has no idea what it is.
The veins of the frog were hard to get a hold of by the tweezers as I was learning it’s anatomy in biology.
The veins in your head pop and you look so cute when you’re frustrated. Why oh why are you so mad at me this time? I just wanted to tell you how I felt. That vein worries me a little. What if you’re giving yourself an aneurysm? What if you die? I’m not sure I could live if you were dead.
Veins are gross and red and filled with blood. which grosses me out. ewww. but then again they are a part of us. and we need them to live..so i guess their a good thing then..right?
He was so angry that you could see his veins exposed around his neck. Such a tiny figure, yet so much wrath and so bitter.
blood running through my veins
they throbbed like ten thousand Arabian stallions galloping across her backside, split between the cosmos and her anus. he looked back, she wasn’t there holding the reins and when she looked forward he was crawling into the garden shed. good day for a snackable i say.
veins are shiny and inside of your arms and legs and they pump life through you but life isnt just going through your veins its flowing through the atmosphere and it makes up everything that is and everything you are, your veins are like the rivers of earth and of distant planets but they don’t actually exist at the same time your veins are small and red and sweet and they keep you alive
the veins of the leaf
lifelines, roads, paths to take
bridge root to sun
the blood rushes through my veins. Its as if my veins are filled with extraordinary amounts of energy. Not to mention, I think its the high blood pressure that’s been passed down to me from my fathers side of the family.
my veins are so close to the surface of my skin. its as if they want everyone to know i wear my heart on my sleeve. the blue winds down my arms screaming, i love you, i’m upset, i can’t breathe!
i have the ugliest veins. can’t think why. well, yeah i can. all these years of hard working on my feet. like a career road map. the stories these veins could tell. oh my. tragedies and heartaches and fun times and little money! and this standing job story is nearly done…
You’re in my veins now. Flowing through me, through my heart, nurturing my cells, becoming a part of me. Getting you out will be painful; some cuts and scars, no doubt, left from the attempts. But for now, I’ll let you flow through me.
i keep staring at my bruised veins, searching for an entry to have that last one–that last rush.
blood pouring through the human of the earth seen as a work of art to some and a thing of beauty for others
I have really bad veins. Whenever I get blood drawn or IVs for any reason… they usually have to poke me like 20 times… ugh…
My veins are coursing rapidly with blood and nutrients and I don’t even know it. I’m not even aware of this river within me. Without school I would have never known about the vena cava or the color of blood when it is not oxygenated. But, I am now aware of veins.
small organisms that run through the body suppling blood and oxygen to the body and heart… The one in my hand is purple and blue. They pop out when stressed… Yah thats it… SNL!!!
I don’t often think about blood in my own body. I’ll write about it- about veins cut open and a sticky tide of scarlet liquid pooling- but I find myself hardly ever acknowledging my own mortality, the fact that it doesn’t only happen in fantasy.
my veins are
intricate in their well-being
i cannot tell you how often i have thought of the times we’ve spent together
and there are times when i wonder how you measure my love for you
can you see it for what it truly is?
my veins are here for the taking my love
so suck me dry
Blood pulsated through my veins at the rythm of the music playing in the background. I leaned my face up, my eyes really meeting his for the first time.
veins remind me of being alive.
they remind me of fragility, of our complexion that we take for granted daily.
veins also scare the shit out of me, they make my stomach turn.
i dont know.
I open my veins to tell you what time it is
I drink the rain that falls from my eyes
This is one of those nights better spent in isolation
As the veil is thin and the night is open
I dread the opening of my eyes
The darkness of night
The hold you still have over my heart
The beginning
The ending
The unnecessary spinning we do
In, then out
Round and round
Each goodbye is another hello
Each good morning is also good night
And I hold tight to the razor in my hand
Take a stand and leap into the abyss below
i was running through the hall, blood rushing through my veins. i look left, looked right, and instantaly desided to go BOTH ways. running down 2 halls now… everything getting more intence, more insaine… my veins about to burst.
They are in my body
They help my body to function
They are what my blood flows through
Some people can find them and
Some people have trouble finding them.
wooooooooooooooooooooooooosh. can’t you feel it? can’t you feel the
blood
it rushes up down left right
in
less than a
second
pop
When I hear “veins” I think of the band “The Young Veins,” which features Ryan Ross and Jon Walker of the band “Panic! at the Disco,” which was one of my favorite bands in my younger days.
weather its windy out today. its usually hot by this time of year. i dont know a thing about global warming but i now for the past 25 years that i have lived in the same place this is the first year the weather has ever been so unpredictable. i cant wait for the sunny clear days to come back.
The veins at her ankles and behind her knees were red and swollen. She had heavy bags under her eyes, she looked like she had been beaten, but the only thing that had beaten her was the end of the needle in her hand. She was finished…
blood pumps through them, like food to the system.
The veins run down my arms and they are deep. The needles rarely pierce them on the first try. The blues and greens stand out on my fair, olive skin. The blood runs through them to the rest of the web of veins.
needles. shots. the time i tried to face my fear at a school blood drive, and i ended up fainting in front of my entire class.
My blood flows through my veins, my life flows through the sea, and my heart flows through hell.e
The blood that runs in my veins is only half known.
It’s only half me. And only half him.
My blood is not holy, it’s not divine.
And the veins that bear the burden of my blood are not temples of life, but carriers of death.
i have veins in my body
I’ve got veins running up and down my arm. There they are, so perfect and blue. And as much as I want to distort them, to rip them, to cut them open, I resist. All because of you.
Corded, knotted, they testify to hard work, and not just moments of such effort but a sustained course of action taken, repetition, energy applied, goal-driven work of some kind or another, as they bear the spent blood back to your heart.