water ocean swamp difficulty struggling challange obsticles falling sinking new places reaching out leaving comfort zone looking for something searching for truth cold playing the unknown
andrea
swimming. shallow water. swimming. water. water. swimming. fishing I suppose. not much else to it. slowly moving through water. I remember a creek my friends and I would go to when we were younger, it was about knee high, so we’d kind of wade up and down it. Great times.
Richard B
Wade Clake is my favorite comic book hero i modelled myself on him by pulling a mask over my face finding the tallest pylon, standing on the top and waiting for the wind to blow me off. I am still coming down wwwhhhheee
I waded through treacle, sticking by you. Wading to you, stuck like glue.
Jennie
I began to wade through the deep pools of water, trudging breathlessly towards the centre of the pool where a single child’s inner-tube graced the water’s surface.
Tiffany
I wade int he pool of life trying to get through the everyday romances of a troubled youth. I spend my days thinking who am I, where do I go, what do I do. I keep on asking myself why didn’t they like me, why couldn’t I wade with swag into their lives in such a way that they would want to keep me instead of just throwing me to the side.
Bijan
Wade through it, my friend, wade through it! Life can be a cesspool if you allow it to be. Now, me, I am listening to Teddy Prenderast, and I am doing just fine! When the stuff gets too mucky – drop the shovel and wave your magic wand!
i wonder why people with so much wealth and affuluence wade is all around. expecting the less previlaged in the society to lick their feet. i have my own power but i dont wade it around as such..well only when it is needed.
This is the third time I have written about this word, yet I don’t know the meaning of it still. It has four letters; two are vowels, and the word rhymes with ‘made’.
The clear cool water cut into the sensitive part of her feet, the sores sharpened by the intensity of the shallow depth. She would have her revenge. But not before this. Not before her wade.
wading into the water slowly each part of my body feels the slight numb of the body part the icy water touches. first the tips of my toes then up until the water reaches my ankles slowly rising up my legs to my stomach. goose bumps cover my arms anticipating the chill.
Claire Welch
this makes me think about how i move through life. Sometimes the water is nice others it makes me drown other i have fun sometimes i am the one who is splashing and other times i am the one who is getting splashed. And as i get older i see my mind soul and body are getting more pruned by the minute and I am sad and happy at the same time. I am not sure what this really means and maybe i do not know what I am talking about at this point.
I waded into the water. I felt the sand in my toes and suddenly a shark came up on me and asked me for a cigarette I said sorry shark you shouldn’t smoke it will kill you.
i wade in the water deep.
deep into the pond.
wading as the water surrounds.
wading deeply, but not too deep
for it is just a wade.
just a quick walk in the shallow part of the pond
just enough to get cool.
but deep enough to be emerged in the pond life.
rachel
I don’t know what wade means. I know it as a music artist’s name and a shoe brand. Judging from its letters. It seems like a verb. Some aide here.
i once waded on the beach when i was a kid. i cant really swim, and all i did was wade. i remember how cool it was to stand there, and let the waves carry me. but i wouldnt get into the ocean, nuh uh no sir. i was too scared of drowning. my aunt wanted to take me in, but like i said, i wouldnt do it.
Georgia Lynn
Wade, it could be a name, or maybe something you do on a hot summers day when your body feels too sticky to continue moving without feeling something cool and soothing wash over it. It feels good.
Derek MacNaughton
In the reflection of the water my eyes beheld the glittering moonlight, sliced skillfully into edible cross sections by the blades of my legs, having the able hands of an old chef and at the same time the creative eye of his young assistant, ever looking on over his stooped shoulders, and not like the water repelled, but like a sponge at it’s driest point directly before falling into a sink full of water. Why I come to this man-made pond in the cold, to put my bare feet into it’s even cooler depths, I have yet to figure out, all that I know is, without it, I would not be able to find the strength to go about my meaningless life, as if I were wading in the very ground of my existence.
I knew a guy in graduate school named Wade. He was an art teacher. He was funny, handsome, and was just a great guy. Every time I see this name I think of him….or are you talking about “wading” in water?
krista
My grandparents owned a pool once. A wade pool, not one of those nice in-ground ones. I had always hoped that they’d get one. Sadly, they never did.
I appreciated it, though. Even if it wasn’t as grand as the bigger ones, it worked.
Chai
wade wade wade in the water.
to wade is to dabble in a bit and feel around
wading is beginning
just how i am now wading
into the real world
mitchell stark
wading through emotions,
through life,
through facebook,
through the rest of the internet,
and into the future,
and your heart.
She laughed and tugged on his hand, “Come on, Alex! Let’s go wade in the water.”
He smiled and let himself be pulled along as the petite blond dragged him along the hot sand. “Slow down, Marie,” he called, “It’s not going to magically disappear!”
so i wade in the water. i dont know why but thats what the song tells you to do.. or like in kim possible.. wade. such a calming word. i want to go to the river now. i want to go swimming really.. to the ocean maybe. i hate landlocked states.. why did i join the army? i had nothing else to do..
charli
The river was too deep, but the fires were closing in on them, and there was nothing else to do, so James took a deep breath a made the first step, wishing he’d never agreed to this in the first place.
therearenights
“Caitlin! Get in!”
“No way! That water is way to cold! I’ll just wade over here.”
“If you don’t get in right now I’ll pull you in here.”
“You wouldn’t…”
*SPLOOSH*
I want to wade through the swamp of despair and find happiness. I know joy it is somewhere beyond this place, even though I can’t see it. My boots get sucked down into the mud and make noises when I pull them free. The swamp tries to hold me, but I will fight to move forward.
I wade into the depths of the ocean and feel the cool water swarming around my legs. The further and further out I wade, the more and more secure and peaceful I feel. My dress floats about me and I lose all thought. I am one with the sea.
Ashley
i was on the lake, laying on the water, inviting the sun to turn me a dfferent color and to me the waves were a comforter being realigned with a lift and a flick. i wanted to tell who ever was trying to realign the sea that they couldn’t, and the lazy wanderers of the sea would always feel a small shake as they wade.
Wading through all the swill people slop across the internet and the forums of “real life” itself is a tiring and time consuming task. It is as if no one thinks before speaking any more and even less so before typing. Anonymity is a dangerous thing in modern society, as it provides true freedom that is equally free of repercussions…at least in the short term.
The cool water, shallow but so deeply cool, surrounded my legs, sheltering me from the heat of day as I waded out into the lake. And then I knew calm and peace.
Anthony
She waded into the water, her toes tingling as the coolness washed between them. She smiled softly and allowed herself to sink into the water, holding her breath as she ducked beneath the surface. When she finally came up for air, she slicked her hair back and sighed happily as she looked around. The sun was setting and the horizon looked beautiful.
carrie
Wading, waiting, wading. She lived her whole life that way. Dipping her toes in, testing the waters, and retreating before the cold could pierce her heart. Nothing could consume occupy interest her. The deeper she went, she feared, the harder it would be to reach the surface again- to breathe. She wasn’t afraid of drowning; but she was afraid of getting lost.
“That frickin’ water is waaaay cold” said Charlie as Samantha swam in the water. They had come to Rhehoboth Beach for the day. “Come on, you wussy,” said Samantha. “You can at least wade in to your waist.
She cajoled him and questioned his manhood until he relented. Charlie waded in and felt his testicles shrink back, crushing themselves against his pelvis. His shriek was deafening. “See?” Samantha pointed out, “You’ve come this far. It can’t be worse after that.”
Good point,” Charlie replied. So he swam to Greenland.
With no hand to grip
I clutched at the dirt and daisies
Dragged my feet along the current
At a single decade young, I tripped
slid, stumbled into a lake.
Ignoring trees lined the edge
The arthiritic roots jotted out
and in of the soaked bank
the tips drowned instead of buried
But they offered no help, instead
I clutched at the dirt and daisies
Dragged my feet along the current
At a single decade young, I tripped
slid, stumbled into a lake.
it was up to my knees
then my hips
muck
grime
slime
depression
wading through the darkest areas of my mind
trying to find the light again
waist deep
shoulder deep
in too deep
Catlin
Why do you keep on wading around the truth? Just take a damn decision and stick to it.
water ocean swamp difficulty struggling challange obsticles falling sinking new places reaching out leaving comfort zone looking for something searching for truth cold playing the unknown
swimming. shallow water. swimming. water. water. swimming. fishing I suppose. not much else to it. slowly moving through water. I remember a creek my friends and I would go to when we were younger, it was about knee high, so we’d kind of wade up and down it. Great times.
Wade Clake is my favorite comic book hero i modelled myself on him by pulling a mask over my face finding the tallest pylon, standing on the top and waiting for the wind to blow me off. I am still coming down wwwhhhheee
I waded through treacle, sticking by you. Wading to you, stuck like glue.
I began to wade through the deep pools of water, trudging breathlessly towards the centre of the pool where a single child’s inner-tube graced the water’s surface.
I wade int he pool of life trying to get through the everyday romances of a troubled youth. I spend my days thinking who am I, where do I go, what do I do. I keep on asking myself why didn’t they like me, why couldn’t I wade with swag into their lives in such a way that they would want to keep me instead of just throwing me to the side.
Wade through it, my friend, wade through it! Life can be a cesspool if you allow it to be. Now, me, I am listening to Teddy Prenderast, and I am doing just fine! When the stuff gets too mucky – drop the shovel and wave your magic wand!
i wonder why people with so much wealth and affuluence wade is all around. expecting the less previlaged in the society to lick their feet. i have my own power but i dont wade it around as such..well only when it is needed.
The man waded into the cold ankle-deep water, and as the water rushed over his feet, he felt some kind of peace. He breathed.
A door, a room, a street, a country. To wade always involves more issues than the simple movement.
This is the third time I have written about this word, yet I don’t know the meaning of it still. It has four letters; two are vowels, and the word rhymes with ‘made’.
The clear cool water cut into the sensitive part of her feet, the sores sharpened by the intensity of the shallow depth. She would have her revenge. But not before this. Not before her wade.
wading into the water slowly each part of my body feels the slight numb of the body part the icy water touches. first the tips of my toes then up until the water reaches my ankles slowly rising up my legs to my stomach. goose bumps cover my arms anticipating the chill.
this makes me think about how i move through life. Sometimes the water is nice others it makes me drown other i have fun sometimes i am the one who is splashing and other times i am the one who is getting splashed. And as i get older i see my mind soul and body are getting more pruned by the minute and I am sad and happy at the same time. I am not sure what this really means and maybe i do not know what I am talking about at this point.
I waded into the water. I felt the sand in my toes and suddenly a shark came up on me and asked me for a cigarette I said sorry shark you shouldn’t smoke it will kill you.
i wade in the water deep.
deep into the pond.
wading as the water surrounds.
wading deeply, but not too deep
for it is just a wade.
just a quick walk in the shallow part of the pond
just enough to get cool.
but deep enough to be emerged in the pond life.
I don’t know what wade means. I know it as a music artist’s name and a shoe brand. Judging from its letters. It seems like a verb. Some aide here.
i once waded on the beach when i was a kid. i cant really swim, and all i did was wade. i remember how cool it was to stand there, and let the waves carry me. but i wouldnt get into the ocean, nuh uh no sir. i was too scared of drowning. my aunt wanted to take me in, but like i said, i wouldnt do it.
Wade, it could be a name, or maybe something you do on a hot summers day when your body feels too sticky to continue moving without feeling something cool and soothing wash over it. It feels good.
In the reflection of the water my eyes beheld the glittering moonlight, sliced skillfully into edible cross sections by the blades of my legs, having the able hands of an old chef and at the same time the creative eye of his young assistant, ever looking on over his stooped shoulders, and not like the water repelled, but like a sponge at it’s driest point directly before falling into a sink full of water. Why I come to this man-made pond in the cold, to put my bare feet into it’s even cooler depths, I have yet to figure out, all that I know is, without it, I would not be able to find the strength to go about my meaningless life, as if I were wading in the very ground of my existence.
I knew a guy in graduate school named Wade. He was an art teacher. He was funny, handsome, and was just a great guy. Every time I see this name I think of him….or are you talking about “wading” in water?
My grandparents owned a pool once. A wade pool, not one of those nice in-ground ones. I had always hoped that they’d get one. Sadly, they never did.
I appreciated it, though. Even if it wasn’t as grand as the bigger ones, it worked.
wade wade wade in the water.
to wade is to dabble in a bit and feel around
wading is beginning
just how i am now wading
into the real world
wading through emotions,
through life,
through facebook,
through the rest of the internet,
and into the future,
and your heart.
She laughed and tugged on his hand, “Come on, Alex! Let’s go wade in the water.”
He smiled and let himself be pulled along as the petite blond dragged him along the hot sand. “Slow down, Marie,” he called, “It’s not going to magically disappear!”
so i wade in the water. i dont know why but thats what the song tells you to do.. or like in kim possible.. wade. such a calming word. i want to go to the river now. i want to go swimming really.. to the ocean maybe. i hate landlocked states.. why did i join the army? i had nothing else to do..
The river was too deep, but the fires were closing in on them, and there was nothing else to do, so James took a deep breath a made the first step, wishing he’d never agreed to this in the first place.
“Caitlin! Get in!”
“No way! That water is way to cold! I’ll just wade over here.”
“If you don’t get in right now I’ll pull you in here.”
“You wouldn’t…”
*SPLOOSH*
I want to wade through the swamp of despair and find happiness. I know joy it is somewhere beyond this place, even though I can’t see it. My boots get sucked down into the mud and make noises when I pull them free. The swamp tries to hold me, but I will fight to move forward.
through the pool
cross
rest ashore
the times are a trial
of humanity
the push against
equals the force propelled
myself discovered
in the mists
I wade into the depths of the ocean and feel the cool water swarming around my legs. The further and further out I wade, the more and more secure and peaceful I feel. My dress floats about me and I lose all thought. I am one with the sea.
i was on the lake, laying on the water, inviting the sun to turn me a dfferent color and to me the waves were a comforter being realigned with a lift and a flick. i wanted to tell who ever was trying to realign the sea that they couldn’t, and the lazy wanderers of the sea would always feel a small shake as they wade.
Wading through all the swill people slop across the internet and the forums of “real life” itself is a tiring and time consuming task. It is as if no one thinks before speaking any more and even less so before typing. Anonymity is a dangerous thing in modern society, as it provides true freedom that is equally free of repercussions…at least in the short term.
The cool water, shallow but so deeply cool, surrounded my legs, sheltering me from the heat of day as I waded out into the lake. And then I knew calm and peace.
She waded into the water, her toes tingling as the coolness washed between them. She smiled softly and allowed herself to sink into the water, holding her breath as she ducked beneath the surface. When she finally came up for air, she slicked her hair back and sighed happily as she looked around. The sun was setting and the horizon looked beautiful.
Wading, waiting, wading. She lived her whole life that way. Dipping her toes in, testing the waters, and retreating before the cold could pierce her heart. Nothing could consume occupy interest her. The deeper she went, she feared, the harder it would be to reach the surface again- to breathe. She wasn’t afraid of drowning; but she was afraid of getting lost.
“That frickin’ water is waaaay cold” said Charlie as Samantha swam in the water. They had come to Rhehoboth Beach for the day. “Come on, you wussy,” said Samantha. “You can at least wade in to your waist.
She cajoled him and questioned his manhood until he relented. Charlie waded in and felt his testicles shrink back, crushing themselves against his pelvis. His shriek was deafening. “See?” Samantha pointed out, “You’ve come this far. It can’t be worse after that.”
Good point,” Charlie replied. So he swam to Greenland.
With no hand to grip
I clutched at the dirt and daisies
Dragged my feet along the current
At a single decade young, I tripped
slid, stumbled into a lake.
Ignoring trees lined the edge
The arthiritic roots jotted out
and in of the soaked bank
the tips drowned instead of buried
But they offered no help, instead
I clutched at the dirt and daisies
Dragged my feet along the current
At a single decade young, I tripped
slid, stumbled into a lake.
it was up to my knees
then my hips
muck
grime
slime
depression
wading through the darkest areas of my mind
trying to find the light again
waist deep
shoulder deep
in too deep
Why do you keep on wading around the truth? Just take a damn decision and stick to it.