around me so tightly, she sighed in relief. She was like that. Always needing to be as close as possible, her breath on my back as if she was creating a loop of her breath and my essence.
When I think of wrapped, I think of The Police, Sting, and the 80’s. Wrapped around your finger, and the way I felt as a young teenager wrapped up music. They were my gods for a little while. But then Sting left, and the stock market crashed. The 80’s became the 90’s and cynicism gnawed through the protective cover of music. I miss that cocoon.
The ship had wrapped around a mountain top. Bell stood below, exploring the wreckage through binoculars. The fire had stopped yesterday; it would be safe to explore tomorrow, he thought.
No survivors, human or otherwise. That was good. Besides his binoculars, Bell only had a mallet, and the small axe for chipping wood. And every visitor, however rare and intermittent, had proved less than gracious. Still, he remembered his promise to keep peace in his heart, and had endured them with silence.
Whistling to Dog, he turned back for home. He would prepare a bag, and head up the mountain tomorrow.
He was all wrapped up with the lowest of the low. The type of people whom you wouldn’t want to be messing around with, but he handled it all with a grace and coolness that could only be from a lack of caring whether he lived or died.
Wow. Uhm. I guess i like to write about presents. Sometimes they’re really nicely wrapped. Makes you wonder what’s inside them. And taco’s ! jummmmmm , wrapped also ;) I’m hungry now. For presents & taco’s.
Me
My feelings are wrapped in my tiny and brittle heart, but they aren’t lost, they haven’t gone, they continue waiting your arrival, they still have hope after this large and hard winter since your left when you took everything of my life. You snatched me the light so I started walking in the shadows getting further in the dark.
i closed up the store
film’s all over now
we finished everything today
cold sandwiches in my fridge
wrapped in cellophane
my girlfriend listens to eminem I know it’s not strictly ‘wrapping’ but you get the idea
edwatkins
I wrapped up my work in 60 seconds.
esha
her arms wrapped the child’s empty hands. she said something ill never forget. she uttered one word that will change the way I think of life forever. she only said one word. with her raspy and soft voice, she broke me into tears as soon as she muttered, “I’ll miss you”
booboo
Wrapped up in you. All alone. Deserted, but filled with company of you.
Ashley
Wrapped within thin veils of white. A gown that mars the marbled floor, covering every inch of tile. The wine in the glass, oscillating with red and cider bowers. I see his face there, imprinted, as it wraps me into a cold and stolid cage.
The snake wrapped itself around her neck. Strangling. Constricting. So this was what it was like to die? Somehow, she’d imagined it to be worse. The fear wasn’t living up to itself, and that felt oddly hollow.
It was wrapped with the most beautiful paper, so beautiful that any being’s eyes would melt into flowing tears.
Paper.
My eyes stared at it and soon spat out tears. Angry tears. Tears that wanted to scream in frustration, tears that wanted to blind the evil woodcutters, tears that wanted to shelter all trees from any harm.
I wanted to run away from it; I wanted it out of sight. But I was drawn to it, as if it was an unbearable magnet. With my face damp from the rivers of my eyes, I continued to gaze at it helplessly.
I wasn’t able to breathe with his hands all over me.
His skin pressed so harshly against my own, tainting me, painting me, printing over me and erasing all that I am without any ink at all.
His breath traces my own, and I think then that I’ll die.
Air is thick, air is poison.
And I know that I have died.
malarial
I was wrapped in a blanket. The breeze was chilly. All I needed was a human hug to fall into a warm dreamy sleep. The blanket is never enough, and never good enough.
Don’t wrap too many wrappers around them. They’re like sweets, you see.
Even if sweets drop to the ground
Yap Ching Yit
I wish I had hot towels that hummed so my feet could be warmed and massaged at the same time.
BlackBorreguita
She wrapped the little toy dog with a piece of paper that looked more like the crumpled skin of an elephant.
She was a poor little girl and yet she felt she was compelled to give her friend at least a decent gift.
Then, carefully and bashfully, she knocked on the door of her friend’s house and was wrapped with fear and anticipation.
Brenda
wrapped blanket dream weaver stomach curdling thoughts. cactus fledgling. abomination station. outrigger plaintiff pond. Philippe my servant go back whence you came. fire start albatross. interesting fuddyduddy. pauper sticks and pixie dust. don’t forget, whatever you do.
I want to be wrapped up in your arms. I’d feel safe and less alone. Take me away from this mess. I don’t understand any of it. I just need you to wrap your arms around me please.
Flannery
Everything was wrapped up in everything else. It was as if you could not do one thing without it effecting another. It was those kinds of complexities in life that kept me from getting out of bed in the morning.
I was wrapped in a mess. The type an earthquake would force feed me to in a second. But I had to configure and reconfigure the various chapters of my life, embodied as things, into this 10×12 I now called home.
Rapt attention. I remember something of a fragment. A conversation.
A scene. Someone with a curious wound. A doll was cut. Perhaps voodoo.
Pride. Was that the bone of contention? I can’t remember. It was so long ago.
Tedious is the wearing down of a mind. I shut the door a lot these days, ignoring the pool of tears gathering at soles of their feet. Who am I to judge the places where I don’t want to throw down my roots?
Nothing felt like that. Nothing compared to how I felt. The warm summer breeze caressing my face. The sun warming my skin. Your fingers wrapped around mine as we slowly walked through the over-grown rose gardens. I thought that nothing could rob me of that happiness. How naïve I was back then.
It was beautifully wrapped, sitting underneath the tiny tree in our apartment. I looked over to Steven, questioningly. What could be inside? I thought to myself. I shook the box, gently, to try to guess at the contents. It made a wet, sickening sound and blood began to drip from the bottom of the box. “WHAT THE FU
Charles Christopher
I fell this morning. I fell into these bandages that closed themselves around me. But I am safe in their arms. after all, they caught me.
Shae Holcroft
I am a cacoon, floating in the breeze. the bandages are closed around me, but I feel calm. I breathe in and out, in and out. they constrict around me, but I am happy. I am safe. until the day comes when I can leave, to continue life onwards.
Shae Holcroft
He wrapped his hand around the handle of his hunting knife. It felt like an extension of his hand. Holding it he felt safe, he felt in control, he felt powerful but most importantly he felt alive. He knew what he had to do, he knew his true calling and with that in mind he slowly but assuredly walked towards the door.
Shrink-wrapped in your dreams
Darling
Terms I use lightly, like fingertips
From across the world
When you begin to punch my into bruised loudness
Blasphemy
Shrink-wrapped by what I want to be
-What I want to think of me
By what you’ve become when you hear my words-
[If you were (as I’ve begun to think of you),
My darling]
I finally wrapped my head around the idea that I was going to get married tomorrow. When did this happen? I have no idea. It was then that I realized that the decision was made for me.
Rochelle Cor
I wrapped my wool coat tighter around myself as the icy wind nipped at my pale skin like angry hounds. The land’s harsh winters discouraged travelers, thus quieting the forest as snow blanketed its tree tops. I enjoyed watching as a shadow enveloped the wood, sending creatures into their caves. Shades of grays and blues painted the world, enhancing the frosty weather. Winter was my element, for I was Skadi.
Jessika
a wrapped gift is how i see my life. you never know what is inside, but the excitement in unwrapping it is what we experience every single day, and gifts are always given by people who love you, so i am looking forward to the gift god has left for me – my life.
Anuradha
enclosed
comfort
warmth
safety
he wrapped her in his arms and whispered hoarsely into her ear “I love you” and it was enough.
it was more than enough.
she was home
she was where she needed to be- in his arms.
pressing her lips to his, she kissed him the same
abigail
He tries to talk, he really does. There’s a look of heavy concentration etched into his face, but no sound comes out. It’s like his tongue has wrapped itself into a knot, leaving him to choke and splutter wildly, gradually turning redder and redder.
I wrapped her gift with care, and thought too hard about what I would say to her when I would give it to her smiling face.
Brooke
The blanket is a versatile accessory. It provides warmth, security, cleanliness in times of picnic among ants. Blankets hide everything but the limbs. Toes are always sticking out. Fingers dip over the fringe. Blanket. Even metaphors throw it around. The giant’s sneeze blanketed the room in thick snot colored raindrops.
They thought it would be cute, all pinned together and looking just so. But she had some other ideas about this. The glare she was giving them spoke volumes.
“I am not some kind of burrito!” she yelled. “Just because I’m short doesn’t mean you can make me wear this kind of crap.”
she wrapped her legs around his and she just loved the feeling of his warmth. She held him tightly and then wrapped her arms around his neck. He smells so good to her.
around me so tightly, she sighed in relief. She was like that. Always needing to be as close as possible, her breath on my back as if she was creating a loop of her breath and my essence.
When I think of wrapped, I think of The Police, Sting, and the 80’s. Wrapped around your finger, and the way I felt as a young teenager wrapped up music. They were my gods for a little while. But then Sting left, and the stock market crashed. The 80’s became the 90’s and cynicism gnawed through the protective cover of music. I miss that cocoon.
The ship had wrapped around a mountain top. Bell stood below, exploring the wreckage through binoculars. The fire had stopped yesterday; it would be safe to explore tomorrow, he thought.
No survivors, human or otherwise. That was good. Besides his binoculars, Bell only had a mallet, and the small axe for chipping wood. And every visitor, however rare and intermittent, had proved less than gracious. Still, he remembered his promise to keep peace in his heart, and had endured them with silence.
Whistling to Dog, he turned back for home. He would prepare a bag, and head up the mountain tomorrow.
He was all wrapped up with the lowest of the low. The type of people whom you wouldn’t want to be messing around with, but he handled it all with a grace and coolness that could only be from a lack of caring whether he lived or died.
Wow. Uhm. I guess i like to write about presents. Sometimes they’re really nicely wrapped. Makes you wonder what’s inside them. And taco’s ! jummmmmm , wrapped also ;) I’m hungry now. For presents & taco’s.
My feelings are wrapped in my tiny and brittle heart, but they aren’t lost, they haven’t gone, they continue waiting your arrival, they still have hope after this large and hard winter since your left when you took everything of my life. You snatched me the light so I started walking in the shadows getting further in the dark.
i closed up the store
film’s all over now
we finished everything today
cold sandwiches in my fridge
wrapped in cellophane
my girlfriend listens to eminem I know it’s not strictly ‘wrapping’ but you get the idea
I wrapped up my work in 60 seconds.
her arms wrapped the child’s empty hands. she said something ill never forget. she uttered one word that will change the way I think of life forever. she only said one word. with her raspy and soft voice, she broke me into tears as soon as she muttered, “I’ll miss you”
Wrapped up in you. All alone. Deserted, but filled with company of you.
Wrapped within thin veils of white. A gown that mars the marbled floor, covering every inch of tile. The wine in the glass, oscillating with red and cider bowers. I see his face there, imprinted, as it wraps me into a cold and stolid cage.
The snake wrapped itself around her neck. Strangling. Constricting. So this was what it was like to die? Somehow, she’d imagined it to be worse. The fear wasn’t living up to itself, and that felt oddly hollow.
It was wrapped with the most beautiful paper, so beautiful that any being’s eyes would melt into flowing tears.
Paper.
My eyes stared at it and soon spat out tears. Angry tears. Tears that wanted to scream in frustration, tears that wanted to blind the evil woodcutters, tears that wanted to shelter all trees from any harm.
I wanted to run away from it; I wanted it out of sight. But I was drawn to it, as if it was an unbearable magnet. With my face damp from the rivers of my eyes, I continued to gaze at it helplessly.
I wasn’t able to breathe with his hands all over me.
His skin pressed so harshly against my own, tainting me, painting me, printing over me and erasing all that I am without any ink at all.
His breath traces my own, and I think then that I’ll die.
Air is thick, air is poison.
And I know that I have died.
I was wrapped in a blanket. The breeze was chilly. All I needed was a human hug to fall into a warm dreamy sleep. The blanket is never enough, and never good enough.
Don’t spoil your children.
Don’t wrap too many wrappers around them. They’re like sweets, you see.
Even if sweets drop to the ground
I wish I had hot towels that hummed so my feet could be warmed and massaged at the same time.
She wrapped the little toy dog with a piece of paper that looked more like the crumpled skin of an elephant.
She was a poor little girl and yet she felt she was compelled to give her friend at least a decent gift.
Then, carefully and bashfully, she knocked on the door of her friend’s house and was wrapped with fear and anticipation.
wrapped blanket dream weaver stomach curdling thoughts. cactus fledgling. abomination station. outrigger plaintiff pond. Philippe my servant go back whence you came. fire start albatross. interesting fuddyduddy. pauper sticks and pixie dust. don’t forget, whatever you do.
I want to be wrapped up in your arms. I’d feel safe and less alone. Take me away from this mess. I don’t understand any of it. I just need you to wrap your arms around me please.
Everything was wrapped up in everything else. It was as if you could not do one thing without it effecting another. It was those kinds of complexities in life that kept me from getting out of bed in the morning.
I was wrapped in a mess. The type an earthquake would force feed me to in a second. But I had to configure and reconfigure the various chapters of my life, embodied as things, into this 10×12 I now called home.
Rapt attention. I remember something of a fragment. A conversation.
A scene. Someone with a curious wound. A doll was cut. Perhaps voodoo.
Pride. Was that the bone of contention? I can’t remember. It was so long ago.
Tedious is the wearing down of a mind. I shut the door a lot these days, ignoring the pool of tears gathering at soles of their feet. Who am I to judge the places where I don’t want to throw down my roots?
Nothing felt like that. Nothing compared to how I felt. The warm summer breeze caressing my face. The sun warming my skin. Your fingers wrapped around mine as we slowly walked through the over-grown rose gardens. I thought that nothing could rob me of that happiness. How naïve I was back then.
It was beautifully wrapped, sitting underneath the tiny tree in our apartment. I looked over to Steven, questioningly. What could be inside? I thought to myself. I shook the box, gently, to try to guess at the contents. It made a wet, sickening sound and blood began to drip from the bottom of the box. “WHAT THE FU
I fell this morning. I fell into these bandages that closed themselves around me. But I am safe in their arms. after all, they caught me.
I am a cacoon, floating in the breeze. the bandages are closed around me, but I feel calm. I breathe in and out, in and out. they constrict around me, but I am happy. I am safe. until the day comes when I can leave, to continue life onwards.
He wrapped his hand around the handle of his hunting knife. It felt like an extension of his hand. Holding it he felt safe, he felt in control, he felt powerful but most importantly he felt alive. He knew what he had to do, he knew his true calling and with that in mind he slowly but assuredly walked towards the door.
Shrink-wrapped in your dreams
Darling
Terms I use lightly, like fingertips
From across the world
When you begin to punch my into bruised loudness
Blasphemy
Shrink-wrapped by what I want to be
-What I want to think of me
By what you’ve become when you hear my words-
[If you were (as I’ve begun to think of you),
My darling]
I finally wrapped my head around the idea that I was going to get married tomorrow. When did this happen? I have no idea. It was then that I realized that the decision was made for me.
I wrapped my wool coat tighter around myself as the icy wind nipped at my pale skin like angry hounds. The land’s harsh winters discouraged travelers, thus quieting the forest as snow blanketed its tree tops. I enjoyed watching as a shadow enveloped the wood, sending creatures into their caves. Shades of grays and blues painted the world, enhancing the frosty weather. Winter was my element, for I was Skadi.
a wrapped gift is how i see my life. you never know what is inside, but the excitement in unwrapping it is what we experience every single day, and gifts are always given by people who love you, so i am looking forward to the gift god has left for me – my life.
enclosed
comfort
warmth
safety
he wrapped her in his arms and whispered hoarsely into her ear “I love you” and it was enough.
it was more than enough.
she was home
she was where she needed to be- in his arms.
pressing her lips to his, she kissed him the same
He tries to talk, he really does. There’s a look of heavy concentration etched into his face, but no sound comes out. It’s like his tongue has wrapped itself into a knot, leaving him to choke and splutter wildly, gradually turning redder and redder.
Wrapped in a blanket is da way to go :D
darkness wrapped in a
velvet paper
at the foot of my bed
a birthday gift
from a lost soul
I wrapped her gift with care, and thought too hard about what I would say to her when I would give it to her smiling face.
The blanket is a versatile accessory. It provides warmth, security, cleanliness in times of picnic among ants. Blankets hide everything but the limbs. Toes are always sticking out. Fingers dip over the fringe. Blanket. Even metaphors throw it around. The giant’s sneeze blanketed the room in thick snot colored raindrops.
They thought it would be cute, all pinned together and looking just so. But she had some other ideas about this. The glare she was giving them spoke volumes.
“I am not some kind of burrito!” she yelled. “Just because I’m short doesn’t mean you can make me wear this kind of crap.”
she wrapped her legs around his and she just loved the feeling of his warmth. She held him tightly and then wrapped her arms around his neck. He smells so good to her.