12 Search Results for "hands"

September 5, 2005

i need to get my hands on something beauitful.

September 25, 2010

Holding hands... my idea of getting some action.

December 3, 2004

fate is not always in our hands, if ever, and when it is we're sharing with everyone around us, and if there is no consensus then it mine as well not be.

February 24, 2011

Psssst, I still lover her.

A bomb just got dropped on my hands and feet.

March 22, 2006

people wash their hands by the lengths of their socks.

as far as we know we've only got one, so we better make it count.

my tongue doesn't do any tricks, but it can do wonders on an ice cream cone.

September 13, 2008

take it easy, keep it breezy.

i only buy doublemint gum, and i'm not entirely sure because when other people offer me a different variety of gum i gladly accept then to realize it is usually better than doublemint, oh well, when life hands you gum, eat it.

March 21, 2004

softy hands meets softy smoothy with ice cream.

November 12, 2010

Soft heart, soft hands.

July 25, 2003

the heart doesn't lie, the mind lies.

hey me, shutup and open your ears and your heart, close your eyes and mouth fool.

i had it in my hands. it was boiling in pans. i was washing my face with it. i was dancing beneath it under the stars. when turned the other direction, when my legs went limp, when my knees buckled. when i feel to the floor. how i wish it was different. how does my fate disappear. how obscure does a faith become. how surreal is love when it's gone. sipping out of teacups. peeking in on tomorrow. seeking out everything i can't reach. one who fathoms. one who ponders. one who is and just that. the cat got hit by a car. i'm on the ground. no pain. no scars. no sores. there's a sky above me. nothing but hard ground behind me. there's no choice of which way to go.

March 13, 2004

knowledge is relevant. life is knowledge. life is relevant. and my throat feels like it's going to burst through my neck. my eyes are glossy with emotion. my heart's a beating like a turbine. my hands tremor from aftershocks of love. my heart is landlocked, lovelocked. and locked with passion. loved with passion. landed with success. and i smile again. for a sincere depiction, a crisp picture and insight, honest, true, not washed over with sugar, with voice, i bring my own heart to judgement, my own hope to trial, and my own lungs to endurement. so, on to the things that happen. on to loving.

April 12, 2006

my life is a series of acquaintances.

i want a long hug rather than a quick one. i want a long drawn out conversation rather than a quick one. i want long drawn out eye contact, not just a quick look. i want hands that stay on my for a full night, not just an hour. i don't want just a cup of coffee with a friend, i want a full day. i don't want these last days to just slip under the rug with all the requirements. emotion, hugs, tears, laughter, smiles, give it all to me. this is it right here, it's not how i pictured it ending, but i want to make it more than this, to take in the moment, sit back and take it all in, talk about the good, the bad, talk about the past and future, to sit back with someone, but not just anyone, and to say the last five years were the best five years of my life.

July 31, 2003

i'm left here, just body, mind, and heart. my soul and spirit have been torn out of me. so the rest, body, heart, and mind are merely left to suffer. perhaps my soul is already in God's hands. and when i sleep i'll dream of it and be at home. this summer everything has been falling down on me. I feel like i'm in the basement of a building that's about to collapse. nobody knows i'm there. i'm trapped. everyone is on the outside watching it come down piece after piece. little do they know is that there's a living being trapped at the bottom. and then this most unfortunate accident. the building crashes down. at some point the building had to come down. i'm buried. soon everyone will be walking away. days later they will come clean the mess. they will come across my dead body. they will now be in shock, in sorrow. this is what it takes. i was telling and screaming for help but nobody was listening. or, perhaps they will never come across my dead body. they will all go on in their lives. they will forget about the life that was once known as bugsy. they will never know the passion and love i had. i'll be a forgotten soul. out of God's beauty and love someday when my lover is old and frail...wrinkles, white hair, slow, fragile...she will be walking to the old stomping grounds, there will be this large red rose growing in the center of it. that was the soul everyone forgot about. the one who died. maybe then through God's grace that will be a chance that i'm remembered. so here i am today. trapped. will anyone hear my voice? will anyone step close to me? will anyone?

i'm in a gas chamber dying. will anyone come turn off the gas? will anyone go out of their way? i cannot turn off the gas, but there is a gun in the room. the pain and suffering will only increase. how long can i wait for someont to hear me? how much longer can i bare these pains. there's the gun, it could be over like that. i refuse to use it. i will suffer until my death. painfully weaping for someone to turn off that gas...or else...i will die. is anyone there? does anyone see my suffering.? anyone?

i'm in a concealed room and the water is rising. ...anyone?

push him out of the circle. he is worthless. let him wither away and die. let him suffer. we don't care about him. we don't care about his love. we don't care about his life. don't let him in. we hear you. but we don't care. the sooner you're gone the better.