I walked along the street
battered by the harsh winds
ruffled hair, similar to duck feathers
people said I had been electrocuted
I do not care.
Gracie
older than I thought i was
younger than yesterday, it seems
every passing moment like a leaf from a tree
drifting in air, so peacefully
photoshopped the weathered whether or not
you want to be
who you are
or what you thought you’d become
yesterday is a dream
tomorrow is a scheme
and today
is a breath away.
Matty M.
There was a weathered building in the distance, you could easily see its decrepit structure and molding floors. It was two stories tall, but very spacious. The building was once a home to a very well-off family. The family was a part of a horrible murder/suicide, and has been left alone ever since.
Chris
the road was torn and the wind was strong
his face drawn and tired
everything is forgiven all at this time
as everything passes through life
the wind tightens and he falls
Lauryn Edmonds
She had a weathered look about her, as would have been said in the old days; She looks like she was rode hard and put up wet. Yes she had weathered life’s difficulties.
Weather is one thing which tells us that we are geographically in a different places, when the world is becoming a global village.
saravanaprakash
Weathered. Many of our souls feel this way. Many of us feel like the abandoned sea ship that used to be worth something, but now just sits at the bottom of the ocean in pieces, waiting to be salvaged by someone who CARES. Sadly, most of the remains of these sunken vessels are never discovered. Whether one is weathered and burnt out, or in pristine condition and ready for a plethora of new challenges, his fate is the same. Even Ghandi is dead. Even Jesus felt weathered when he was on the old rugged tree. The question that people want answered is, “Is there a point of being so wrecked that I cannot recuperate?” And the answer to this morbid question is “Yes, you are already past repair. You are a scoundrel. A real rascal. The almost silver lining is that even broken and weathered instruments are sometimes loved, even if the notes and melodies they produce are literally ear raping or non-existent.” I find this encouraging. You may be shit, but somewhere in the world, there is a freak who wants shit in his home. Be your own finish line.
Mark Flynn
I have no idea what the word means. I believe it is a verb maybe an adjective. It looks like something I might learn in school but then I never pay attention in school so what do I know?
John
decomposed. more of a worn down look. sad looking or not been taken care of. leaves and trees.
Tejasvi
His eyes looked small and insignificant against his leathery and weathered skin.
Bags come to mind. I have had several leather bags that have had that look about them even though I have used them only a few times. But do only leather goodies weather? Even people do. I think of my 95 year old Grand dad. He has wrinkles and looks weathered.
Arthi
As he stepped into the sun, light washed over his weathered face as it had every day for as long as he remembered. Hopefully he would have many more mornings, but the nature of the world makes these hopes uncertain.
her weathered hands held the gun. What should she do? Was there a noise outside? Would she shoot? Should she shoot? She was alone and afraid and not knowing. She knew this day would come. She put off thinking about it. But she knew it would come. Should she shoot and live? Could she live after she shot and killed? Would it be worth living?
Jane
The old ship was beaten, bruised, and had seen it’s share of storms: that much was certain. But the vessel had a certain charm, a hint of beauty, and he ran his hand carefully along the aged wood and fraying ropes. This was a queen of the sea; retired, maybe, but still regal and commanding in her way.
I wandered through the desert, sweat soaking my clothes and dripping from my bangs. I see a weathered adobe house in the distance, ragged clothes hanging on an almost thread bare clothesline. No one lives there, I can stay there for a bit. I can find something to eat maybe and maybe some clothes
A literal definition of “weathered”: stalking the weather.
He likes to stalk the weather. He knows when it’s cold. He knows when it’s rainy, and all this a month in advance. Missing his lover everyday from sunrise to sundown, he makes sure the day they meet will be perfect. Even though it’s tiring, he never gives up. He hopes, dreams, and prays for the weather to be perfect – just like him. To be weathered, well, is to endure.
As I stepped into the small weathered cabin, I looked out the foggy, cracked window. There was a cold draft and I could feel it in my toes and fingers and chest. The outside was weathered and the paint chipping, but the inside even moreso.
thibault
there was a weathered building in the distance, you could easily see its decrepit structure and molding floors. It was two stories tall, but very spacious. The building was once a home to a very well-off family. The family was a part of a horrible murder/suicide, and has been left alone ever since.
chris buckley
Tired. Lethargic.
Stop it, park it.
throw it, fetch it
clutch and cletch it
Truly false
falsely true
Fossils
Are
Weathered
and formed
Memories.
weathered rocks inside my glass
while i sit depressed on my ass…
a greater man could weather this storm
but i’m neither great in form
nor intellect.. do not interject.
i am serious.
The aged steel of the Claymore lay bloodied in the Scottish Highland. Its master is dead, and all those it touched are dead. Never before had it seen such devastation around it.
Roger
I don’t care what the word is. That’s not why I’m writing. I just needed to tell someone, anyone, how much I miss him. That’s it.
Giselle
worn down. either by age or by circumstance. by love lost or love gained. a weathered individual is not necessarily weary, but one that has been exposed to much of the world.
The weathered man walked along the beach, his gray blue eyes matching the stormy sky behind him as his white har was pushed back in the icy wind. He’d just returned, an he wondered if things could ever be the same again. The things he’d seen – could he live with it? He didn’t know.
Kayla Missman
worn down. but it could be in a positive manner. nature reveals more about the world that previously thought possible. the cloudiness of san francisco allows me to dwell upon the fogged up vague mind i have and what weighs me down.
Julia Mich
My hands look older than they should be—though, after all I’ve been through, I shouldn’t be surprised. The skin between fingers in wrinkled and weathered. Freckles rise to the backs of my hands, encouraged by too much time spent in the sun. The lines in my palms are more like dry fissures. Whenever I catch a glimpse of them, I wonder, “Am I really only twenty?”
The weathered statue was like an angel in the eerie night. It looked at the young girl with caring and kind eyes, as if it was telling her that everything will be okay. The girl smiled and continued on her journey.
the old man was weathered. hard rough cheeks, red from the wind. walking into the cabin. weathered. as if the earth itself was taking back what it had given. from dust you were born, and from dust you shall return. a weathered manner, bent with age, tired, worn.
Alicia
I’m so tired of this. Of waiting, of pretending I’m more than just a plain simple person. This weathers me down, it really does. But it’s a shield, you know. To protect myself from ungrateful bastards. Yes, I don’t care. This is a shield.
Alex
I have weathered the storm. God knows it wasn’t easy. There were days that made me want to curl into a fetal position and cry. There were days that I gave in to this impulse, but there were also days that I stood up and pushed through.
You can tell a lot about someone just by looking at them; the eyes never lie. You can see pain, sorrow, hurt, happiness…..you get the picture. Not only the emotion that they are going through now, but you can see the type of life they have lived. The smile wrinkles that appear at the sides of the eyes, also known as “crows feet” show just how much that person has laughed. Smile lines are obvious, too. If one has not slept it is apparent from the bags under their eyes. The brow lines can tell you how much anger they have or perhaps how much thought they need to put towards something before they make a decision. The point is, a face can tell many tales of a persons’ life before they even open their mouth; maybe, if we open our minds a bit more, we will allow ourselves to understand what a person has been through before we act upon them.
Kari
The old shack sat alone in the yard, the last remnants of what was once a beautiful property. The house had come down, making room for a strip mall, and the shack wavered on it’s foundation, left to fall on its own.
Mike R.
Wood, gnarled and twisted, half buried within the sand. The tides sweeps in towards the shore, then recedes.
cold upset rain undert the weather gloomy spots of rain wet sick coozy snuggle cuddle brenden baby cutie movies and s
mariana
weathered
by the day,
by the way you’ve been living your life,
by caring about everything you shouldn’t have let into your heart.
weathered,
even though the sun is bleaching your hair
and your skin is golden
and you could be lying on the beach at this very moment,
soaking in vitamin d
while you listen to the waves crash
and you smile
because you let go of the weather for a moment.
Courtney
weathered, the boots were weathered and worn. lots of memories carved into the soles and sides, dirt wind and water stained the rims and dribbled down the sides. They had history. They were him.
k.c
my brain is weathered. I cant seem to focus on what I want to do. I am tired and beaten. Beaten by my lack of work and by myself. I don’t even give myself a chance. My brain is weathered. The ripples are carved deep like wood
matt
Stress makes you look weathered. Men are distinguished, women are weathered. A barn is weathered. Rocks are weathered and women . . .
His hands were weathered and scared. He would stare at his hands in awe of what he had done to them. He wasnt upset by it. Not at all. It excited him. The fact that something he loved as much as music can leave scars visible for everyone to see.
I walked along the street
battered by the harsh winds
ruffled hair, similar to duck feathers
people said I had been electrocuted
I do not care.
older than I thought i was
younger than yesterday, it seems
every passing moment like a leaf from a tree
drifting in air, so peacefully
photoshopped the weathered whether or not
you want to be
who you are
or what you thought you’d become
yesterday is a dream
tomorrow is a scheme
and today
is a breath away.
There was a weathered building in the distance, you could easily see its decrepit structure and molding floors. It was two stories tall, but very spacious. The building was once a home to a very well-off family. The family was a part of a horrible murder/suicide, and has been left alone ever since.
the road was torn and the wind was strong
his face drawn and tired
everything is forgiven all at this time
as everything passes through life
the wind tightens and he falls
She had a weathered look about her, as would have been said in the old days; She looks like she was rode hard and put up wet. Yes she had weathered life’s difficulties.
Weather is one thing which tells us that we are geographically in a different places, when the world is becoming a global village.
Weathered. Many of our souls feel this way. Many of us feel like the abandoned sea ship that used to be worth something, but now just sits at the bottom of the ocean in pieces, waiting to be salvaged by someone who CARES. Sadly, most of the remains of these sunken vessels are never discovered. Whether one is weathered and burnt out, or in pristine condition and ready for a plethora of new challenges, his fate is the same. Even Ghandi is dead. Even Jesus felt weathered when he was on the old rugged tree. The question that people want answered is, “Is there a point of being so wrecked that I cannot recuperate?” And the answer to this morbid question is “Yes, you are already past repair. You are a scoundrel. A real rascal. The almost silver lining is that even broken and weathered instruments are sometimes loved, even if the notes and melodies they produce are literally ear raping or non-existent.” I find this encouraging. You may be shit, but somewhere in the world, there is a freak who wants shit in his home. Be your own finish line.
I have no idea what the word means. I believe it is a verb maybe an adjective. It looks like something I might learn in school but then I never pay attention in school so what do I know?
decomposed. more of a worn down look. sad looking or not been taken care of. leaves and trees.
His eyes looked small and insignificant against his leathery and weathered skin.
Bags come to mind. I have had several leather bags that have had that look about them even though I have used them only a few times. But do only leather goodies weather? Even people do. I think of my 95 year old Grand dad. He has wrinkles and looks weathered.
As he stepped into the sun, light washed over his weathered face as it had every day for as long as he remembered. Hopefully he would have many more mornings, but the nature of the world makes these hopes uncertain.
her weathered hands held the gun. What should she do? Was there a noise outside? Would she shoot? Should she shoot? She was alone and afraid and not knowing. She knew this day would come. She put off thinking about it. But she knew it would come. Should she shoot and live? Could she live after she shot and killed? Would it be worth living?
The old ship was beaten, bruised, and had seen it’s share of storms: that much was certain. But the vessel had a certain charm, a hint of beauty, and he ran his hand carefully along the aged wood and fraying ropes. This was a queen of the sea; retired, maybe, but still regal and commanding in her way.
I wandered through the desert, sweat soaking my clothes and dripping from my bangs. I see a weathered adobe house in the distance, ragged clothes hanging on an almost thread bare clothesline. No one lives there, I can stay there for a bit. I can find something to eat maybe and maybe some clothes
A literal definition of “weathered”: stalking the weather.
He likes to stalk the weather. He knows when it’s cold. He knows when it’s rainy, and all this a month in advance. Missing his lover everyday from sunrise to sundown, he makes sure the day they meet will be perfect. Even though it’s tiring, he never gives up. He hopes, dreams, and prays for the weather to be perfect – just like him. To be weathered, well, is to endure.
– His Lover <3
As I stepped into the small weathered cabin, I looked out the foggy, cracked window. There was a cold draft and I could feel it in my toes and fingers and chest. The outside was weathered and the paint chipping, but the inside even moreso.
there was a weathered building in the distance, you could easily see its decrepit structure and molding floors. It was two stories tall, but very spacious. The building was once a home to a very well-off family. The family was a part of a horrible murder/suicide, and has been left alone ever since.
Tired. Lethargic.
Stop it, park it.
throw it, fetch it
clutch and cletch it
Truly false
falsely true
Fossils
Are
Weathered
and formed
Memories.
weathered rocks inside my glass
while i sit depressed on my ass…
a greater man could weather this storm
but i’m neither great in form
nor intellect.. do not interject.
i am serious.
The aged steel of the Claymore lay bloodied in the Scottish Highland. Its master is dead, and all those it touched are dead. Never before had it seen such devastation around it.
I don’t care what the word is. That’s not why I’m writing. I just needed to tell someone, anyone, how much I miss him. That’s it.
worn down. either by age or by circumstance. by love lost or love gained. a weathered individual is not necessarily weary, but one that has been exposed to much of the world.
The weathered man walked along the beach, his gray blue eyes matching the stormy sky behind him as his white har was pushed back in the icy wind. He’d just returned, an he wondered if things could ever be the same again. The things he’d seen – could he live with it? He didn’t know.
worn down. but it could be in a positive manner. nature reveals more about the world that previously thought possible. the cloudiness of san francisco allows me to dwell upon the fogged up vague mind i have and what weighs me down.
My hands look older than they should be—though, after all I’ve been through, I shouldn’t be surprised. The skin between fingers in wrinkled and weathered. Freckles rise to the backs of my hands, encouraged by too much time spent in the sun. The lines in my palms are more like dry fissures. Whenever I catch a glimpse of them, I wonder, “Am I really only twenty?”
The weathered statue was like an angel in the eerie night. It looked at the young girl with caring and kind eyes, as if it was telling her that everything will be okay. The girl smiled and continued on her journey.
the old man was weathered. hard rough cheeks, red from the wind. walking into the cabin. weathered. as if the earth itself was taking back what it had given. from dust you were born, and from dust you shall return. a weathered manner, bent with age, tired, worn.
I’m so tired of this. Of waiting, of pretending I’m more than just a plain simple person. This weathers me down, it really does. But it’s a shield, you know. To protect myself from ungrateful bastards. Yes, I don’t care. This is a shield.
I have weathered the storm. God knows it wasn’t easy. There were days that made me want to curl into a fetal position and cry. There were days that I gave in to this impulse, but there were also days that I stood up and pushed through.
You can tell a lot about someone just by looking at them; the eyes never lie. You can see pain, sorrow, hurt, happiness…..you get the picture. Not only the emotion that they are going through now, but you can see the type of life they have lived. The smile wrinkles that appear at the sides of the eyes, also known as “crows feet” show just how much that person has laughed. Smile lines are obvious, too. If one has not slept it is apparent from the bags under their eyes. The brow lines can tell you how much anger they have or perhaps how much thought they need to put towards something before they make a decision. The point is, a face can tell many tales of a persons’ life before they even open their mouth; maybe, if we open our minds a bit more, we will allow ourselves to understand what a person has been through before we act upon them.
The old shack sat alone in the yard, the last remnants of what was once a beautiful property. The house had come down, making room for a strip mall, and the shack wavered on it’s foundation, left to fall on its own.
Wood, gnarled and twisted, half buried within the sand. The tides sweeps in towards the shore, then recedes.
Repeat.
Torn up and beat down. Life was here and it tore at the core of it all. Her face. Her body. Her soul. Weathered. By it all.
cold upset rain undert the weather gloomy spots of rain wet sick coozy snuggle cuddle brenden baby cutie movies and s
weathered
by the day,
by the way you’ve been living your life,
by caring about everything you shouldn’t have let into your heart.
weathered,
even though the sun is bleaching your hair
and your skin is golden
and you could be lying on the beach at this very moment,
soaking in vitamin d
while you listen to the waves crash
and you smile
because you let go of the weather for a moment.
weathered, the boots were weathered and worn. lots of memories carved into the soles and sides, dirt wind and water stained the rims and dribbled down the sides. They had history. They were him.
my brain is weathered. I cant seem to focus on what I want to do. I am tired and beaten. Beaten by my lack of work and by myself. I don’t even give myself a chance. My brain is weathered. The ripples are carved deep like wood
Stress makes you look weathered. Men are distinguished, women are weathered. A barn is weathered. Rocks are weathered and women . . .
His hands were weathered and scared. He would stare at his hands in awe of what he had done to them. He wasnt upset by it. Not at all. It excited him. The fact that something he loved as much as music can leave scars visible for everyone to see.