Wade…is it a name or a verb? I always wondered who the hell would name their kid “Wade.” I mean…where the heck did they get that idea? Was it from one of those underwater birthing things? Was it the fact that their father likes to go fly fishing? Did Mom do water aerobics? Who knows? But I have always had some sort of aversion to any name derived from a verb. Verbs should never be names. Ever. It’s not natural. Names shouldn’t even be nouns…or pronouns. Not even A\adverbs! Names should be names. Wade is not a name. It is a verb.
M Taylor
wading up to my knees in the cold water, I felt around for my lost shoe with my toes. the water was dark and murky, and unpleasant things squeezed up between my toes. the skies overhead were bleak, pale grey that threatened snow.
luisa woods
wadeing on the road of despair,
i sit here quietly as the trees pass by.
the road turns, i turn, the world turns.
the birds chirp, the wolves cry,
the children die.
i am wading down the road of life,
and life is leading me to my heaven
Gunnar Peterson
wade? computer wade. kinda reminds me of the show- I mean, kid from kim possible. You know, that geeky kid, who might be mexican or black, because his skin is brown. (Not a racist comment), but I don’t know. He helps out kim and ron, etc. But w/e. I’m not on this subject. Durr. So…Uh..Now what. I don’t know. Idk, my bff jill? When is my 60 seconds gonna be up? Soon, I guess. since the bar thingy is almost red.
Tangerine
wave
wavering
what the heck is wade? i don’t get it? all i can think of is wavering, you know, like the way a building goes left and right, not very stable?
wade, wade, wade…hmm. I don’t even know the meaning of it. :P
Dong
wade. is the name of my future son. i think.
i don’t know why i like that name, but i always thought that wade is a very uncommon name. maybe here in the philippines it is uncommon… although in the US it is not. but still. it reminds me of an ex. haha
wade.
like wade shoes.
and waddles.
ducks.
ang labo labo.
talented.
geeky name.
but it’s teh love.
Janis Cudilla
I was in the ocean with my beach ball.
Ryan Bird
ripples, reflections, dark blue colors. I’m suddenly feeling cold and wiggly! I wish I could remember the words to this old spiritual hymn that starts by singing “wade in the water, wade in the water children” and the melody is haunting and fun to sing.
dhobbie20
I immerse in the cold water of the pool my and I long for the fresh salt of the ocean. I love the naturalness of that water compared to this chlorine-filled clear liquid made for inflatable floating chairs and tans.
RKay
As the boat approached I slowly waded out to meet it. It was a cool day and the water was chilly, not the sort of weather I would normally go wading in.
But this day was different, the boat was bringing me the red paper cup. I had to wade. and I had to wait.
lenore
Wade is a weird word. Like people named Waid or Wade, are weird. You can wade through the muck and the floods and the bullshit, but there’s not much else you can do…Just Wade…It’s weird and I greatly dislike it… Ugly word.
jadedbeauty
Wade seems such an innocous word for such a monumental occasion. The first time a child is allowed into the water without swimgear he WADES.The tub requires a five minute preparation for even tthe most laid back parent, But that safe murky puddle is calling out to you to use all y0ur intuitive skills and jump just as high as you possibly can whether you have to hold a hand or not. This first experience with enough water to make a mess is a truly heady experience. Wading in a creek is a different kind of initial,visceral adventure.
fandcrew
Into the water i waded, the fish biting at my ankles, tickling my toes. Something about this made me feel uncomfortable, and also sick. But strangely I liked it. I felt sexy, and stupid with grief. Deep into my subconscious I came wading into my childhood, I almost drowned.
Cameron Robertson
and so she began to wade into that pool.
tis was not like any other swimming she had done before, for she had never been in a situation like this. the tears from her eyes formed the pool around her. they covered her body in a sticky sense that only true love could ever have brought to her. after all. she was swimming in her true loves blood.
kate smith
I wade in the deep cool waters of this night.
I cannot see the bottom but the sinking feeling is so comforting. I go in as far as I can but I need to push farther.
Adriana
I wade through water so you can find me. Maybe it’s the northeast shore of some new england-esque state. or maybe a bit closer…aptos…but maybe i will wait and wade for you. Wading until you find me, come back to me, save me.
missing you
is something only none swimmers do.or you do it when you can’t brave the deep.it’s the perfect thing for kids and dogs and grandma’s.don’t wade on a full stomache.
sammi bayer
I wade through the pools of my mind, encumbered by memories like seaweed. But I have to jump in all the way to find insight.
krisha
Wade in the water children. I don’t know what the song means but I’ll take a stab at it. Besides the literal meaning of just staying in the water and waiting for Jesus, perhaps it alludes to ideas of change, and staying in that change, that change that gets you right up to the chest, and in your heart. Maybe.
Brian Camarco
a pool of water makes us all sink, if we think too hard, and boy the yellow son peaks over us as we drown the followers gaze in a sea of unconcious babies’ melting sorrows of tomorrow.
Cody N
I wade through the muck. My boots are wet and the winds seems to blow through me. I forget the reason I started this journey but I know that I must go on. This is something I have always had to do.
PWR
Softly coming into the shore, Wade knew the body had come back to haunt him. How could he hope to escape the coming storm? He had thought everything through, but not this. Not Miriam returning.
Ed Haas
Through the still waters at the cottage. I love it when it is dark and calm and serene. One of my favourite places to be and do and see and feel. I love the cottage. I can’t wait to go back again when the weather gets a little warmer. Baba and geda are missed there!
Lisah
into the deep ocean I wade, walking slowly into the gentle slope of the shore. It’s a cool sea, deep blue and the waves break in the di
Ecclesiastes
to slip soundly into the sand of a million lights away makes me feel like there is no difference between land and sea there is only one and creatures who can traverse both hold the power of the universe at their fingertip. carrot broccoli sandpiper fishing majesty righteous might. anole excelsior
Alex Biagetti
he looked out across the water–the fast rushing, brown muddy water and the woman standing on the other side. She looked beautiful in her new, green dress. She seemed to wave to him, maybe she was shielding her eyes from the hot noon sun. It was becoming summer here, and it would only get hotter.
lucas sherry
in the pool by the creek at dawn overlooking the moutain and seeing all the seas scaeps drowning out in consiousness to prefect no defect
Katie D
i want to wade
wade through the water that is life
wade is a weird word
wade isn’t what i was hoping for
60 seconds to write about wade is too much
but, it reminds me of penguins
wading penguins, the penguins do wade.
this is the worst writing ever
in the entire world.
maybe i should go wade in the bath and stop wasting my time.
nikkie
wade. that’s an interesting name. but then again, it’s an interesting act. i remember going to a friend’s house and wading in the river that cut across their property. i think the river’s name was bull run. i miss those days. the water was always so clear and cold.
andriano dement
I wade through the dreary, dark waters. No one is around. The only thing I can hear the tap tap tap of my heart frantically beating, as if to tell me that I was alive. I’m alive. I keep making my way through the murky waters, looking over my shoulder as I progress onward. Where to? Only time can tell…
Ashlie
I like to wade in the ocean. One time, me and Kara were wading, looking for shark’s teeth, and a fish head floated up to us. It brushed her leg and she was gone in an instant, screaming her head off! That was a good day. It was a nasty sight, though. All guts and eyes floating in the waves.
Susan Allgood
to go out into the ocean… on an adventure into deep unknown depths through which monsters and kelpies and mermaids twist and swirl and dance. purple and pik and blue and yellow ebb and entangle as you wade out into the unknown; into what your life will bring; into what is waiting. all that is necessary is the will to move forward into beauty and into mystery.
Emma Agnew
Wade is getting into deeper thoughts and thinking of complex solutions to the worlds simpler light of things. To explore so deep into the thinking of one’s mind that the person reading this will wonder what the hell it is that wade still means. Just think about you have just waded because as you read you wondered where the writer got the definition from.
Yusuf Kansay
wade. we waded into the surf. we had just met a few hours ago. I looked into her eyes and I knew. I just knew…
partner
i wade through the water, searching for something i can’t quite find or give a name to but it’s there and it’s in the deep dark place that i know i won’t swim because i’m too scared iam too scared of a lot of things what can i say?
nica
i wade through the water. it feels like ribbons as it flows around my toes and ankles. i look up at the sky and see blue. the water is brown though. i can’t see but a few feet down. it weighs me down.
era
i sit and think about wading in that pool. like she did that day…i sat watching her trying to kill herself. like a trick she could do, at a party or something. i kinda didn’t want to save her, because i knew that she would bob back up.
Pahtrisha Riot
I waded through the deep, dirty water on July 11, 2007 in Mumbai during the floods. The experience changed my perception about the rains and people’s strength!
Abs
swim in water
aica
Wade, in the water.
Wade, in the water children.
Wade, in the water.
I went to school with a man who’s name was Jonathan Wade.
I wonder how long sixty seconds truely feels when you’re watching a timer.
Wade…is it a name or a verb? I always wondered who the hell would name their kid “Wade.” I mean…where the heck did they get that idea? Was it from one of those underwater birthing things? Was it the fact that their father likes to go fly fishing? Did Mom do water aerobics? Who knows? But I have always had some sort of aversion to any name derived from a verb. Verbs should never be names. Ever. It’s not natural. Names shouldn’t even be nouns…or pronouns. Not even A\adverbs! Names should be names. Wade is not a name. It is a verb.
wading up to my knees in the cold water, I felt around for my lost shoe with my toes. the water was dark and murky, and unpleasant things squeezed up between my toes. the skies overhead were bleak, pale grey that threatened snow.
wadeing on the road of despair,
i sit here quietly as the trees pass by.
the road turns, i turn, the world turns.
the birds chirp, the wolves cry,
the children die.
i am wading down the road of life,
and life is leading me to my heaven
wade? computer wade. kinda reminds me of the show- I mean, kid from kim possible. You know, that geeky kid, who might be mexican or black, because his skin is brown. (Not a racist comment), but I don’t know. He helps out kim and ron, etc. But w/e. I’m not on this subject. Durr. So…Uh..Now what. I don’t know. Idk, my bff jill? When is my 60 seconds gonna be up? Soon, I guess. since the bar thingy is almost red.
wave
wavering
what the heck is wade? i don’t get it? all i can think of is wavering, you know, like the way a building goes left and right, not very stable?
wade, wade, wade…hmm. I don’t even know the meaning of it. :P
wade. is the name of my future son. i think.
i don’t know why i like that name, but i always thought that wade is a very uncommon name. maybe here in the philippines it is uncommon… although in the US it is not. but still. it reminds me of an ex. haha
wade.
like wade shoes.
and waddles.
ducks.
ang labo labo.
talented.
geeky name.
but it’s teh love.
I was in the ocean with my beach ball.
ripples, reflections, dark blue colors. I’m suddenly feeling cold and wiggly! I wish I could remember the words to this old spiritual hymn that starts by singing “wade in the water, wade in the water children” and the melody is haunting and fun to sing.
I immerse in the cold water of the pool my and I long for the fresh salt of the ocean. I love the naturalness of that water compared to this chlorine-filled clear liquid made for inflatable floating chairs and tans.
As the boat approached I slowly waded out to meet it. It was a cool day and the water was chilly, not the sort of weather I would normally go wading in.
But this day was different, the boat was bringing me the red paper cup. I had to wade. and I had to wait.
Wade is a weird word. Like people named Waid or Wade, are weird. You can wade through the muck and the floods and the bullshit, but there’s not much else you can do…Just Wade…It’s weird and I greatly dislike it… Ugly word.
Wade seems such an innocous word for such a monumental occasion. The first time a child is allowed into the water without swimgear he WADES.The tub requires a five minute preparation for even tthe most laid back parent, But that safe murky puddle is calling out to you to use all y0ur intuitive skills and jump just as high as you possibly can whether you have to hold a hand or not. This first experience with enough water to make a mess is a truly heady experience. Wading in a creek is a different kind of initial,visceral adventure.
Into the water i waded, the fish biting at my ankles, tickling my toes. Something about this made me feel uncomfortable, and also sick. But strangely I liked it. I felt sexy, and stupid with grief. Deep into my subconscious I came wading into my childhood, I almost drowned.
and so she began to wade into that pool.
tis was not like any other swimming she had done before, for she had never been in a situation like this. the tears from her eyes formed the pool around her. they covered her body in a sticky sense that only true love could ever have brought to her. after all. she was swimming in her true loves blood.
I wade in the deep cool waters of this night.
I cannot see the bottom but the sinking feeling is so comforting. I go in as far as I can but I need to push farther.
I wade through water so you can find me. Maybe it’s the northeast shore of some new england-esque state. or maybe a bit closer…aptos…but maybe i will wait and wade for you. Wading until you find me, come back to me, save me.
is something only none swimmers do.or you do it when you can’t brave the deep.it’s the perfect thing for kids and dogs and grandma’s.don’t wade on a full stomache.
I wade through the pools of my mind, encumbered by memories like seaweed. But I have to jump in all the way to find insight.
Wade in the water children. I don’t know what the song means but I’ll take a stab at it. Besides the literal meaning of just staying in the water and waiting for Jesus, perhaps it alludes to ideas of change, and staying in that change, that change that gets you right up to the chest, and in your heart. Maybe.
a pool of water makes us all sink, if we think too hard, and boy the yellow son peaks over us as we drown the followers gaze in a sea of unconcious babies’ melting sorrows of tomorrow.
I wade through the muck. My boots are wet and the winds seems to blow through me. I forget the reason I started this journey but I know that I must go on. This is something I have always had to do.
Softly coming into the shore, Wade knew the body had come back to haunt him. How could he hope to escape the coming storm? He had thought everything through, but not this. Not Miriam returning.
Through the still waters at the cottage. I love it when it is dark and calm and serene. One of my favourite places to be and do and see and feel. I love the cottage. I can’t wait to go back again when the weather gets a little warmer. Baba and geda are missed there!
into the deep ocean I wade, walking slowly into the gentle slope of the shore. It’s a cool sea, deep blue and the waves break in the di
to slip soundly into the sand of a million lights away makes me feel like there is no difference between land and sea there is only one and creatures who can traverse both hold the power of the universe at their fingertip. carrot broccoli sandpiper fishing majesty righteous might. anole excelsior
he looked out across the water–the fast rushing, brown muddy water and the woman standing on the other side. She looked beautiful in her new, green dress. She seemed to wave to him, maybe she was shielding her eyes from the hot noon sun. It was becoming summer here, and it would only get hotter.
in the pool by the creek at dawn overlooking the moutain and seeing all the seas scaeps drowning out in consiousness to prefect no defect
i want to wade
wade through the water that is life
wade is a weird word
wade isn’t what i was hoping for
60 seconds to write about wade is too much
but, it reminds me of penguins
wading penguins, the penguins do wade.
this is the worst writing ever
in the entire world.
maybe i should go wade in the bath and stop wasting my time.
wade. that’s an interesting name. but then again, it’s an interesting act. i remember going to a friend’s house and wading in the river that cut across their property. i think the river’s name was bull run. i miss those days. the water was always so clear and cold.
I wade through the dreary, dark waters. No one is around. The only thing I can hear the tap tap tap of my heart frantically beating, as if to tell me that I was alive. I’m alive. I keep making my way through the murky waters, looking over my shoulder as I progress onward. Where to? Only time can tell…
I like to wade in the ocean. One time, me and Kara were wading, looking for shark’s teeth, and a fish head floated up to us. It brushed her leg and she was gone in an instant, screaming her head off! That was a good day. It was a nasty sight, though. All guts and eyes floating in the waves.
to go out into the ocean… on an adventure into deep unknown depths through which monsters and kelpies and mermaids twist and swirl and dance. purple and pik and blue and yellow ebb and entangle as you wade out into the unknown; into what your life will bring; into what is waiting. all that is necessary is the will to move forward into beauty and into mystery.
Wade is getting into deeper thoughts and thinking of complex solutions to the worlds simpler light of things. To explore so deep into the thinking of one’s mind that the person reading this will wonder what the hell it is that wade still means. Just think about you have just waded because as you read you wondered where the writer got the definition from.
wade. we waded into the surf. we had just met a few hours ago. I looked into her eyes and I knew. I just knew…
i wade through the water, searching for something i can’t quite find or give a name to but it’s there and it’s in the deep dark place that i know i won’t swim because i’m too scared iam too scared of a lot of things what can i say?
i wade through the water. it feels like ribbons as it flows around my toes and ankles. i look up at the sky and see blue. the water is brown though. i can’t see but a few feet down. it weighs me down.
i sit and think about wading in that pool. like she did that day…i sat watching her trying to kill herself. like a trick she could do, at a party or something. i kinda didn’t want to save her, because i knew that she would bob back up.
I waded through the deep, dirty water on July 11, 2007 in Mumbai during the floods. The experience changed my perception about the rains and people’s strength!
swim in water
Wade, in the water.
Wade, in the water children.
Wade, in the water.
I went to school with a man who’s name was Jonathan Wade.
I wonder how long sixty seconds truely feels when you’re watching a timer.