I wish I had the guts to get in deep. I wish I could take my thousands of minor interests, sub-hobbies, and pastimes and turn one — just one — into a passion.
But no. I just wade.
Doodaddy
the man was lying in the pool on a hot summer day. He waded around for a bit before getting tired. He got out as his dog was parking. Someone was at the door, a kid in his early teens with a grey hoodie peering through his window. Strange he thought.
Jonathan Solomon
slowly walking thoguh water, maybe toward something beautiful and mysterious. your hands are gently brushing against the watr swepping it slightly in delicate ripples as your legs push through it, made heavy by the water above them. wading is a slow movement that enables the doer to process what is around them and enjoy the scenery
scratch-boi
I stepped into the water, the warm sand instantly cooling beneath my feet. The waves washed over me, washing the filth of the streets and the day away into the currents. I continued walking, deeper and deeper.
Amber Le
I’m wading through that water and it’s warm and waist deep, wondering how I got here and wondering where I’m going. I’m thinking back on everything that got me to where I am today, wondering what would have become of me if I’d taken you up on your offer, if I’d been with you forever. I would have been so bored.
sladegirl
wading through a river of flame is the most pleasure one can attain in life.
karl tessendorf
Wade waited at the top of the hill, observing the birds and whatever else would be in or on a wheat laden, hill top field.
paulawitham
i dont know what this word is. im from africa
terrie
in the water very slowly. you don’t want any surprises in case the water is deep and also because ithe temperature may not be a
duda
I stepped into the river, feeling the water lapping at my ankles, and I wondered if there was any chance of redemption, or any point in turning back now. Behind me, I could feel their eyes, and all I could think was that if I turned around and apologised, if I backed down just this once, maybe I would be forgiven. Silence. No-one called out to me. I steeled my nerve, and I waded onwards. Into the water.
Marcus K.
in the creek, with your pants rolled up, the stones glittering under the rippling water as you think: another summer slipping away, another year washing down to the ocean. you wonder whether the waves will take your summer all the way to paris.
uncomplicatedly
in up to my knees i feel the coolness of green stream tickling skin. Across to the other shore
sugarbee
Wade in the water… what an interesting song. It’s got that souuuul to it.
Wade is kind of negative, I think…. yes… sounds like a burden to me. Kind of cruel to name your kid that, non?
Wade. Watching awkward ducks escape! :)
Whoo. Whoo wade. Wade can be mistyped as was. That’s grooooos.
Izu
I’m wading through the mud its sticky and warm, can’t get out, can’t run through. Touch it, feels clotted. Blood, my blood, lost too much blood, should have known, jumped too soon, fell too hard, she didn’t fall at all. Building up, its too high, can’t swim, keep my head above the top, my nose, I’m under.
Freddo
Wading out to sea, and I’m wondering how long it takes for the cold to feel good again, but it doesn’t matter. I’m leaving it behind, all of it, and a little cold never hurt anyone. As I slip below the water, it feels like home
Prognasaur
Wade. I think of a cool pond of water on a hot summer day in Indiana. The trees are lazily blowing in the warm air as I wade out into the depths of refreshing coolness. Consequence is thrown to the wind as wading turns into full immersion.
Cyrus
I frankly don’t know what wade is. I never actually concerned with its’ meaning, given that I am not a native english speaker. In any case, I always wanted to learn new words. Words convey meaning, and thus are pretty damn useless for the people that don’t know their meaning, or what they imply.
I feel wonderful right now.
Andrej
dwayne wade. wade in the waters that are shallow. the ability to stay above, not have to swim in a murky river, but rather cross with a head above water and being able to see everywhere. but first dwayne wade and his inability to stay healthy this year. why isn’t he driving more? has he developed a jumpshot?
fs
wading is a term used for swimming. although wading and swimming aren’t entirely the same, they have many things in common. wading is generally when you simply move in water and aren’t completely submerged. swimming refers to when you are actually using different methods to move though the water without touching the bottom.
wading is illegal in most lakes due to the way people do it. they make the water dirty and dress inappropriately, if they dress at all.
adil majid
the water was cool and dark. the muck below squished myseriously between my toes. My father had always warned me never to sneek into the marsh at night, but how else could I have escaped him? I allowed my fingers to sraw spirals on the cool summer water, the breeze sifted through my hair as i peeked up to the lit window. There he was bottle in hand, he thought i was in bed asleep. I was wading through the reeds.
hb
I am the smallest person on the web. I don’t even know what the word means. to stop and WADE would maybe be the smartest thing to do… Or maybe a miss interpretation… I am WADE.
Poncije
blue.
blue reminds me of oceans water. it reaminds me of the clear blue sky white birds flying in it. it makes me very feel very calm and sometimes very sad. blue is like a droplet of water or a river flowing through a big lake or sea. the earth is covered with 2/3 of blue which is water. i want me eyes to be blue. it is very beautiful to see blue eyes.
Charisma
I wade into the crowd, not really caring who sees me, but I feel they’re all looking. The hot dog lady, even though the line is long, glances my way. The chick with the husband who knows she never should have gotten married, safely checks me out. What’s with him? He’s not great looking, but he knows something…
Rodney Lee
I wade throgh the life, strugling , it seems futily. But next day as I look back I don’t do toobad, if I remember not to compare
Michael Kushnaryov
To wade is to go into the water and stand, perhaps looking down into the myriad of different lifeforms beneath your feet. You can peer into the murkey water and discover a world unseen–a world where money doesn’t matter and time is relative.
Paliele
deep trunks knee high, fishing rod in hand the sideburns trunkeled into the mire.
days pasts it seemed, through thick reeds finding the quiet spot where all was done
he had wode
factotum
I was wading thourgh the waters when the alligator came up from nowhere and grabbed my leg. First I thought my leg had got snagged in the filthy waters or something. then when i was getting twirled around…
Vivek
waste away, I only write this because I do not know the meaning of Wade, I’m foreign you see, and I can still get away with not knowing a lot of the English vocabulary, even after all these years…then there’s that basketball player from the Miami heat Dwayne Wade..
Viviana
non so mi trovo scrivendo…una parola, una sola parola…
sonenos
Wade was the name of a guy I went to high school with. I never met another.
maryl
wath the fuck does wade means???
i m sorry but this must be the lamest comment of all
:)
by the way u suck looool
hikas
i think this is the name of someone i went to school with. u wade in the water as well. i can’t think of anything else to write about
Tripp
the ocean’s tide was low. we waded out into it, avoiding the sharp remnants of leftover sea shells and beer bottles. the fact that such beauty can lie next to such garbage was intriguing.
Laurelle
I wade in the water and think about sharks. I think about my fear of deep water. I can’t tread water, so my fear of being in the deep blue sea comes from the fear that if I have nothing to hold onto, I will drown.
Maybe it’s a metaphor for life. I need something or someone to hold onto, or I will drown. I like being independent when I am around other people, but when I am alone, I feel like I’m drowning. Drowning in loneliness.
Jessaline
When I was little I played with the Wade children. Jennifer was my age. They lived at Wade’s Mill where their father made flour. It was made in the process of using an actual stone to grind the wheat.
When I visited them one summer we saw a snake in the water and I have always been afraid of
Alli Crumley
Legs covered in water, ripples through the toes, sand and sun and melting light on my shoulders. A blue dress with water soaking up at th bottom tips, climbing in dark blue fingers towards my knees. Goosebumps bring me a chill but the warm sun smoothes them down with hot breath.
Molly McCaughey
to wade through memories, and try to find the one that you need, is one of mans greatest distractions. You could spend whole lifetimes looking for a long forgottem date or place. Sometimes, the memories hold you, trying to pull you in and remember forever, while others hide in the shadows and wait for you to pass by.
Claudia K.
Wade was a good farmer, except he always seemed to be losing his animals. One day, he bought a pig, but instead of in a pig pen, it ended up on the roof! How absurd! Then, one day, Wade died of AIDS. THE END.
BEEEES
wade in a clear pool pond, seeing the ducks floating by you take off all your clothes and dive in. The water is cool and you surface with goose bumps shimmeringing on your skin. Your nipples are hard and pert, Gee it feels ggod to be alive and healthy.
Sheryl
all i seem to do is wade through the day and do it all over again the next day and the next day and the next…wade through the household chores, dinner, stuff I can’t stand to do and even then I wade some more…wading through my yarn
I wish I had the guts to get in deep. I wish I could take my thousands of minor interests, sub-hobbies, and pastimes and turn one — just one — into a passion.
But no. I just wade.
the man was lying in the pool on a hot summer day. He waded around for a bit before getting tired. He got out as his dog was parking. Someone was at the door, a kid in his early teens with a grey hoodie peering through his window. Strange he thought.
slowly walking thoguh water, maybe toward something beautiful and mysterious. your hands are gently brushing against the watr swepping it slightly in delicate ripples as your legs push through it, made heavy by the water above them. wading is a slow movement that enables the doer to process what is around them and enjoy the scenery
I stepped into the water, the warm sand instantly cooling beneath my feet. The waves washed over me, washing the filth of the streets and the day away into the currents. I continued walking, deeper and deeper.
I’m wading through that water and it’s warm and waist deep, wondering how I got here and wondering where I’m going. I’m thinking back on everything that got me to where I am today, wondering what would have become of me if I’d taken you up on your offer, if I’d been with you forever. I would have been so bored.
wading through a river of flame is the most pleasure one can attain in life.
Wade waited at the top of the hill, observing the birds and whatever else would be in or on a wheat laden, hill top field.
i dont know what this word is. im from africa
in the water very slowly. you don’t want any surprises in case the water is deep and also because ithe temperature may not be a
I stepped into the river, feeling the water lapping at my ankles, and I wondered if there was any chance of redemption, or any point in turning back now. Behind me, I could feel their eyes, and all I could think was that if I turned around and apologised, if I backed down just this once, maybe I would be forgiven. Silence. No-one called out to me. I steeled my nerve, and I waded onwards. Into the water.
in the creek, with your pants rolled up, the stones glittering under the rippling water as you think: another summer slipping away, another year washing down to the ocean. you wonder whether the waves will take your summer all the way to paris.
in up to my knees i feel the coolness of green stream tickling skin. Across to the other shore
Wade in the water… what an interesting song. It’s got that souuuul to it.
Wade is kind of negative, I think…. yes… sounds like a burden to me. Kind of cruel to name your kid that, non?
Wade. Watching awkward ducks escape! :)
Whoo. Whoo wade. Wade can be mistyped as was. That’s grooooos.
I’m wading through the mud its sticky and warm, can’t get out, can’t run through. Touch it, feels clotted. Blood, my blood, lost too much blood, should have known, jumped too soon, fell too hard, she didn’t fall at all. Building up, its too high, can’t swim, keep my head above the top, my nose, I’m under.
Wading out to sea, and I’m wondering how long it takes for the cold to feel good again, but it doesn’t matter. I’m leaving it behind, all of it, and a little cold never hurt anyone. As I slip below the water, it feels like home
Wade. I think of a cool pond of water on a hot summer day in Indiana. The trees are lazily blowing in the warm air as I wade out into the depths of refreshing coolness. Consequence is thrown to the wind as wading turns into full immersion.
I frankly don’t know what wade is. I never actually concerned with its’ meaning, given that I am not a native english speaker. In any case, I always wanted to learn new words. Words convey meaning, and thus are pretty damn useless for the people that don’t know their meaning, or what they imply.
I feel wonderful right now.
dwayne wade. wade in the waters that are shallow. the ability to stay above, not have to swim in a murky river, but rather cross with a head above water and being able to see everywhere. but first dwayne wade and his inability to stay healthy this year. why isn’t he driving more? has he developed a jumpshot?
wading is a term used for swimming. although wading and swimming aren’t entirely the same, they have many things in common. wading is generally when you simply move in water and aren’t completely submerged. swimming refers to when you are actually using different methods to move though the water without touching the bottom.
wading is illegal in most lakes due to the way people do it. they make the water dirty and dress inappropriately, if they dress at all.
the water was cool and dark. the muck below squished myseriously between my toes. My father had always warned me never to sneek into the marsh at night, but how else could I have escaped him? I allowed my fingers to sraw spirals on the cool summer water, the breeze sifted through my hair as i peeked up to the lit window. There he was bottle in hand, he thought i was in bed asleep. I was wading through the reeds.
I am the smallest person on the web. I don’t even know what the word means. to stop and WADE would maybe be the smartest thing to do… Or maybe a miss interpretation… I am WADE.
blue.
blue reminds me of oceans water. it reaminds me of the clear blue sky white birds flying in it. it makes me very feel very calm and sometimes very sad. blue is like a droplet of water or a river flowing through a big lake or sea. the earth is covered with 2/3 of blue which is water. i want me eyes to be blue. it is very beautiful to see blue eyes.
I wade into the crowd, not really caring who sees me, but I feel they’re all looking. The hot dog lady, even though the line is long, glances my way. The chick with the husband who knows she never should have gotten married, safely checks me out. What’s with him? He’s not great looking, but he knows something…
I wade throgh the life, strugling , it seems futily. But next day as I look back I don’t do toobad, if I remember not to compare
To wade is to go into the water and stand, perhaps looking down into the myriad of different lifeforms beneath your feet. You can peer into the murkey water and discover a world unseen–a world where money doesn’t matter and time is relative.
deep trunks knee high, fishing rod in hand the sideburns trunkeled into the mire.
days pasts it seemed, through thick reeds finding the quiet spot where all was done
he had wode
I was wading thourgh the waters when the alligator came up from nowhere and grabbed my leg. First I thought my leg had got snagged in the filthy waters or something. then when i was getting twirled around…
waste away, I only write this because I do not know the meaning of Wade, I’m foreign you see, and I can still get away with not knowing a lot of the English vocabulary, even after all these years…then there’s that basketball player from the Miami heat Dwayne Wade..
non so mi trovo scrivendo…una parola, una sola parola…
Wade was the name of a guy I went to high school with. I never met another.
wath the fuck does wade means???
i m sorry but this must be the lamest comment of all
:)
by the way u suck looool
i think this is the name of someone i went to school with. u wade in the water as well. i can’t think of anything else to write about
the ocean’s tide was low. we waded out into it, avoiding the sharp remnants of leftover sea shells and beer bottles. the fact that such beauty can lie next to such garbage was intriguing.
I wade in the water and think about sharks. I think about my fear of deep water. I can’t tread water, so my fear of being in the deep blue sea comes from the fear that if I have nothing to hold onto, I will drown.
Maybe it’s a metaphor for life. I need something or someone to hold onto, or I will drown. I like being independent when I am around other people, but when I am alone, I feel like I’m drowning. Drowning in loneliness.
When I was little I played with the Wade children. Jennifer was my age. They lived at Wade’s Mill where their father made flour. It was made in the process of using an actual stone to grind the wheat.
When I visited them one summer we saw a snake in the water and I have always been afraid of
Legs covered in water, ripples through the toes, sand and sun and melting light on my shoulders. A blue dress with water soaking up at th bottom tips, climbing in dark blue fingers towards my knees. Goosebumps bring me a chill but the warm sun smoothes them down with hot breath.
to wade through memories, and try to find the one that you need, is one of mans greatest distractions. You could spend whole lifetimes looking for a long forgottem date or place. Sometimes, the memories hold you, trying to pull you in and remember forever, while others hide in the shadows and wait for you to pass by.
Wade was a good farmer, except he always seemed to be losing his animals. One day, he bought a pig, but instead of in a pig pen, it ended up on the roof! How absurd! Then, one day, Wade died of AIDS. THE END.
wade in a clear pool pond, seeing the ducks floating by you take off all your clothes and dive in. The water is cool and you surface with goose bumps shimmeringing on your skin. Your nipples are hard and pert, Gee it feels ggod to be alive and healthy.
all i seem to do is wade through the day and do it all over again the next day and the next day and the next…wade through the household chores, dinner, stuff I can’t stand to do and even then I wade some more…wading through my yarn