Weathered makes me think of the decay of things, especially how things that are decaying appear. Wood comes to mind, but so does metal, which oxidizes. It can also pertain to how people look, as in a weathered face. Also, dammit, my car is weathered.
Steve LaMantia
As weathered as we all are, we could only go forward. For what we feel and do are that of the same purpose. To move on.
R. Prawira Agung
“your bringing this old thing?” Jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as somthing old, but its not just old, its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
tigerlily
“your bringing this old thing?” jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as old, but its not just old its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
tigerlily
My face will someday be weathered
Ive never thought of building as being weathered because they often take on more character with time.
Women that are weathered on the other hand are unattractive
I think I mostly think positively about the word “weathered” because
Graham Alexander
I weatherded through the park through the town everywhere I went is scary
Destiny
old a sad, a man sit at his front porch, spending most of his day sating at the nature, thinking of what his life would be if he had her.
weathered the storm. i feel weathered. blown about like a bit of paper. handling people’s comments, their demands, their assignments and expectations. I felt weathered today. I stayed home and read in bed and drank black coffee while my kids went to school. i did nothing. Is this what its like sometimes?
Whiskeyjane
Today was a weathering day because it was raining and there was fog outside and we couldn’t play it was wet not dry.
Jocelyn
The weathered rain made it difficult to see outside when we were driving to the shopping mall so we could some new outfits for the wedding tomorrow
Christian G
The weathered rain made it difficult to see outside when we were driving to the shopping mall so we could some new outfits for the wedding
Christian G
old comfortable shoes, on the feet of a 104 year old dancer, sitting in a chair listening to opera and remembering what it was like before she felt weathered.
MK
He stares out to the sea. The wind-burn clearly showing on his face. Right alongside the rugged determination and grit. Just a few more yards and they will have reached their destination. The captain calls for his crew to man their stations. A weathered smile shines across his face. This is what he lives for. Another haul.
I weathered all of that, the storm, the roiling seas, the rumbling ship’s captain and the angry cabin boy, I stood beneath the gray scale clouds and told Zeus to strike me, if he dared, and when he took his shot he may have missed me but he caught the barrel of gunpowder I was sitting on and somehow, some way, under some god’s kind providence I had made it to this cursed places and I was too late and you were gone.
The weathered old man sits in the park
Whiling away his hours
His time will soon end
But for now,
The flowers
Are yellow and blue
The man enjoys them
He enjoys life
He is happy.
Ely
I can see you’ve been handled; you look really tired. You’re always tired. It’s weird waiting for someone to stop being tired.
weathered, tried and true, worn out, battered and bruised. With the living remants of the battle. better to be weathered than to be pristine and clean as if you have never attempted anything worth getting weathered for.
beat down. tired. eroded. wet up. trod upon. leathery. jerkin like. durable. sturdy. different.geology. rocks soil mountainsides. old men. some old women too.
Dannyelle
His face, next to hers, looked so weathered in comparison. She was so young and fresh – so alive – and it was the last straw. He would have to let her go. He was stealing her youth, letting her live out the best years of his life while he approached his twilight. It was wrong. Even if he loved her.
I am sailing in the future in a sea of stars. There is nothing here except the weather. There is shining rain and golden snow falling from the center of the universe, some giant turtoise is swimming across my feet and I keep on slumbering through this dream. I dont’ know when I am going to wake up. I just slumber and float through the end of time, there is nothing else to do here.
My dearest Elisa
Sincerest K
Alex
this was the same word as yesturday. how am i supposed to be able to put up with this as well as everything else?
mother has breast cancer. and MS. and a gastric bypasy gone awry. and a crippling depression.
this is my vice, how could you give me the same word two days in a row?
Listening to those words was painful. They shone light on a very real past and on very real feelings that I’ve walked out of but evidently still linger in my tissues. Because I can remember what that feels like. “The audacity of those who could go home to Mom and Dad telling me to get over it” couldn’t be more personal. And I get sick remembering the dark, tangled fingers that moved me to open my veins, but even more so for those who opened them just a little more than I did. For those whose voices are now a mere echo of the silent screams no one heard while they were still alive. Knowing this, how could I do anything but devote my life to hearing?
weathered. i have realised that my multi tasking, and my multi languages resulted in my lack of skills in all my tasks and all my languages.
dina
I am so weathered by school. This may seem like a unique word to use, but it’s the perfect word to use. not only is the weather here sucky. it’s so depressing and dark, but i’m tired of the people here. i’m tired of my life here.
Carmen
Weathered. Like an old man or an old tree, right? Weathered has dealt with the seasons it enounteres. Very different from seasoned – which is what they termed slaves who had been through a crop in the Carribbean. Most of them didn’t make it. Most slaves colcndt get the seasoned status.
britt
The storm beat against the weathered barn. The peeled paint revealed aged, gray boards, contrasted against the intense green and dark gray of the summer storm. Lightening flickered just above the barn, lighting up the beautiful sight.
Emma Travis
tattered and destroyed, the lady had seen better days. her youth was gone and time had taken its toll. there were prettier fish in the sea and she was left alone after years of trying to love those that never loved her back.
Jackie
the place where love reigns above all other things
my shoulder is open for your tears, my eyes laugh watching your smile
Nuka
i was weathered in the snow. we were stuck in for days. at least that what i had wished. in our minds we were 4 again. back to the freshness of the world.
cold and crisp.
we’re ten degrees below average
and
my socks
are not
clean.
Rozz
She was weathered by the storms of life. Tough as she was this was not her plan. Let God have your problems.
Cathy Neil
to be eroded or destroyed slowly with time. To wear away or begin to change appearance or texture due to long exposure of the atmosphere.
“As I walked through the depressing forest, my feet were weathered away along wit hthe life in the forest.”
Alexandra
why
why is the world so weathered and worn and weary and wary and all together not in shape
so oblong and so long and so hopelessly distraught in the ways of dissension and direly thought
why
why is the world so fickle and volatile
why
I guess that weathered means worn. Like worn stones, and old faces. But they hold so many memories, years of time is shown in that word, weathered. It makes you wonder what that person or object has experienced. Traces of experiences.
Weathered makes me think of the decay of things, especially how things that are decaying appear. Wood comes to mind, but so does metal, which oxidizes. It can also pertain to how people look, as in a weathered face. Also, dammit, my car is weathered.
As weathered as we all are, we could only go forward. For what we feel and do are that of the same purpose. To move on.
“your bringing this old thing?” Jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as somthing old, but its not just old, its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
“your bringing this old thing?” jaydon asked. “of course im bringing it, its my favorite chair” as i said plopping down on it. I understand why she would think of it as old, but its not just old its weathered, torn here and there, its lumpy in a few spots where ive sat the most. and it was my mother’s. when she had cancer she never left it, she even had it brought with her to the hospital, i have no idea how she managed to do it, but knowing my mom she probley through a huge tantrum demanding she had to have it, even when she was weak she never lost her hardheadedness. shes had since i was a baby, she told me she would rock me untill i fell asleep, singing to me. she did have an amazing voice, i asked her one day why she hadn’t done anything with her voice and she just said ” it wasn’t for me “. i know the truth of course, she had me and she was alone, she had no one. my father died when he was trying to save my older brother, he didn’t make it, or my brother.
My face will someday be weathered
Ive never thought of building as being weathered because they often take on more character with time.
Women that are weathered on the other hand are unattractive
I think I mostly think positively about the word “weathered” because
I weatherded through the park through the town everywhere I went is scary
old a sad, a man sit at his front porch, spending most of his day sating at the nature, thinking of what his life would be if he had her.
weathered the storm. i feel weathered. blown about like a bit of paper. handling people’s comments, their demands, their assignments and expectations. I felt weathered today. I stayed home and read in bed and drank black coffee while my kids went to school. i did nothing. Is this what its like sometimes?
Today was a weathering day because it was raining and there was fog outside and we couldn’t play it was wet not dry.
The weathered rain made it difficult to see outside when we were driving to the shopping mall so we could some new outfits for the wedding tomorrow
The weathered rain made it difficult to see outside when we were driving to the shopping mall so we could some new outfits for the wedding
old comfortable shoes, on the feet of a 104 year old dancer, sitting in a chair listening to opera and remembering what it was like before she felt weathered.
He stares out to the sea. The wind-burn clearly showing on his face. Right alongside the rugged determination and grit. Just a few more yards and they will have reached their destination. The captain calls for his crew to man their stations. A weathered smile shines across his face. This is what he lives for. Another haul.
I weathered all of that, the storm, the roiling seas, the rumbling ship’s captain and the angry cabin boy, I stood beneath the gray scale clouds and told Zeus to strike me, if he dared, and when he took his shot he may have missed me but he caught the barrel of gunpowder I was sitting on and somehow, some way, under some god’s kind providence I had made it to this cursed places and I was too late and you were gone.
The weathered old man sits in the park
Whiling away his hours
His time will soon end
But for now,
The flowers
Are yellow and blue
The man enjoys them
He enjoys life
He is happy.
I can see you’ve been handled; you look really tired. You’re always tired. It’s weird waiting for someone to stop being tired.
— she beat me down
bruises scattered
along my arms
like flooded houses
(i liked it)
but the calm after
the storm
never came
(i liked that, too;
lightning sang like you).
The body becomes weathered and some day dies but the soul lives on uninterrupted…
weathered, tried and true, worn out, battered and bruised. With the living remants of the battle. better to be weathered than to be pristine and clean as if you have never attempted anything worth getting weathered for.
beat down. tired. eroded. wet up. trod upon. leathery. jerkin like. durable. sturdy. different.geology. rocks soil mountainsides. old men. some old women too.
His face, next to hers, looked so weathered in comparison. She was so young and fresh – so alive – and it was the last straw. He would have to let her go. He was stealing her youth, letting her live out the best years of his life while he approached his twilight. It was wrong. Even if he loved her.
I am sailing in the future in a sea of stars. There is nothing here except the weather. There is shining rain and golden snow falling from the center of the universe, some giant turtoise is swimming across my feet and I keep on slumbering through this dream. I dont’ know when I am going to wake up. I just slumber and float through the end of time, there is nothing else to do here.
My dearest Elisa
Sincerest K
this was the same word as yesturday. how am i supposed to be able to put up with this as well as everything else?
mother has breast cancer. and MS. and a gastric bypasy gone awry. and a crippling depression.
this is my vice, how could you give me the same word two days in a row?
Listening to those words was painful. They shone light on a very real past and on very real feelings that I’ve walked out of but evidently still linger in my tissues. Because I can remember what that feels like. “The audacity of those who could go home to Mom and Dad telling me to get over it” couldn’t be more personal. And I get sick remembering the dark, tangled fingers that moved me to open my veins, but even more so for those who opened them just a little more than I did. For those whose voices are now a mere echo of the silent screams no one heard while they were still alive. Knowing this, how could I do anything but devote my life to hearing?
weathered. i have realised that my multi tasking, and my multi languages resulted in my lack of skills in all my tasks and all my languages.
I am so weathered by school. This may seem like a unique word to use, but it’s the perfect word to use. not only is the weather here sucky. it’s so depressing and dark, but i’m tired of the people here. i’m tired of my life here.
Weathered. Like an old man or an old tree, right? Weathered has dealt with the seasons it enounteres. Very different from seasoned – which is what they termed slaves who had been through a crop in the Carribbean. Most of them didn’t make it. Most slaves colcndt get the seasoned status.
The storm beat against the weathered barn. The peeled paint revealed aged, gray boards, contrasted against the intense green and dark gray of the summer storm. Lightening flickered just above the barn, lighting up the beautiful sight.
tattered and destroyed, the lady had seen better days. her youth was gone and time had taken its toll. there were prettier fish in the sea and she was left alone after years of trying to love those that never loved her back.
the place where love reigns above all other things
my shoulder is open for your tears, my eyes laugh watching your smile
i was weathered in the snow. we were stuck in for days. at least that what i had wished. in our minds we were 4 again. back to the freshness of the world.
cold and crisp.
we’re ten degrees below average
and
my socks
are not
clean.
She was weathered by the storms of life. Tough as she was this was not her plan. Let God have your problems.
to be eroded or destroyed slowly with time. To wear away or begin to change appearance or texture due to long exposure of the atmosphere.
“As I walked through the depressing forest, my feet were weathered away along wit hthe life in the forest.”
why
why is the world so weathered and worn and weary and wary and all together not in shape
so oblong and so long and so hopelessly distraught in the ways of dissension and direly thought
why
why is the world so fickle and volatile
why
I guess that weathered means worn. Like worn stones, and old faces. But they hold so many memories, years of time is shown in that word, weathered. It makes you wonder what that person or object has experienced. Traces of experiences.