She also captured the night as she moved out over the threshold of the door, moving through the faux darkness. Her eyes searching, seeing, piercing the void.
I never really considered myself to be the typed of person who made plans, who said what they wanted to say in one concise statement. Always appendages, always the vestiges of thoughts that I tack on to the end.
so here we stand
in highs and lows
of every mind
connected with strands
of memories known
and long forgotten
in crowded rooms
and clouds so high
never to touch
or find each other
everything in this world has a duality, also a black to the white, a knife to the apple, also a mountain to the valley, a wood to the fire. there’s a night and day to life, darkness to light, but one must wonder – at what point do we question who’s the light and who brings darkness? what is life really but a set of disappointment and joy… is it all worth it at the end of the day?
also i have to say that i think i am in love with you. Also i miss you so much it hurts and also but also also I am waiting for you here in my door waiting patianlty as you come back home to me and us.
also his eyes were fluid with gaze
and also my mind was whirling threw a maze
and also i’m done with you holding me back
and also i’m here and i know what i need now
I also wanted to tell her all the things I’ve been thinking of lately. Did she know how much I was inflicted? No matter ephemeral the exchange, what she had done was devestating.
Also, the man seemed quite incoherent. His left eyebrow was at a level higher than his right eyebrow and his nostrils quivered like a hunting dog assailed with a familiar scent. The man came towards me and let out the most god awful bellow. The glass behind me on the dining table shattered and a shard flew into my behind.
second clause. scary word, meaning there’s more to come. I may not want to hear this info. in addition. useful but boring word. Also, there’s juice in the fridge and cookies on the counter. comforting. making me hungry what am i doing typnig this
What is also. It’s just a wird with little meaning. I am a man but also a boy. As I boy I also dream. Dream of something big and also dream of the small things. I also love. I am quite and also very observant of others. Also is a tie it ties one thing to the other. It make two things one. What can I do with also? With also I can combine and contrast.
Also, I made up a song today. It was based off a poem I’d written awhile ago. I think my brain is reminding me to get back on track with the tasks at hand.
Her accent was not very evident. Just when she said ‘also’ . A slight tilt in the ‘a’. It indicated that she came from a tropical region, which her complexion defied. He felt that he now knew her better, a tiny little secret of her’s which only he knew, and which he would keep sealed in his heart.
Also, she said. Also, I love you. Also, I miss you. Also, I wish we were not five hundreds miles away from each other. The list is never-ending, she says. Because, also, you are not real.
There’s an shifting, awed silence following her arrival. It’s because she’s stunning. Her hair is black, iridescent with bottle green when it catches the light. Her eyes seem to be an indistinct shade; irises with changeable lines of green, blue, and also grey. She’s tall, intimidating, and shows no hesitation. She steps right up to him, nose to nose, and I know we’re all in trouble when she flashes a carnivorous smile.
I could believe this. Timmy was coming also. I hated Timmy with a fiery passion. He was always copying his brother. Of course, that was to be expected of him, but it bugged me for some reason.
as well, i stopped there.. you kept going. I wanted to turn around you needed to add one more thing. GIving up is never an option. there must always be more. take take take and once in a while, if you’re lucky, give
what is also? seriously? i don’t really think of it as a word. I hardly use it. It’s like, “i want some fries and a burger also.” It doesn’t even sound like a word. What is also? its like “i ate them all, so….” whatever
Also – there’s a hostage crisis I want you to follow up on. Once you get done with that admin work, ok? No, no, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. Yeah, but it’s not like the world is going to… well, yeah, I guess that dude is crazy. Don’t worry about it.
“and another thing,” she said, although she was losing steam, “a phone call would have been nice. a text message, even. a postcard? anything to let me know that you were goddamn alive and not buried in pieces somewhere.”
the years had changed him only a little. he had stubble he’d never have been able to achieve five years ago, and his face was more defined. there were new scars, too; she knew because she had memorized all his scars long ago, and the one at his collarbone and the other at the sharp corner of his jaw were unfamiliar. what had not changed was the way his features could arrange themselves into the most perfect expression of anguished guilt.
she did not allow his melodrama to interfere with her own in the slightest. when she stuffed a handful of socks into her bag, she did so with unnecessary force.
“I know,” he said, with a tone that told her he at least knew how inadequate the platitude was at this moment.
She did not respond. She finished packing, and then she said, “We can go now.”
But on the way out, she took his hand in hers. This time, she decided, he’d have to cut it off before she let him go.
And there, he also wrote about his life. About the sad song, the pain, the misery, of everything he was and had been in the past, the future, and the present. He had also felt the anguish of others, the hurt, the misery, that befell all those around him, whether he wanted to or not, it was there, inside of him, a beast ready to come out.
Also I can’t believe you would say that. What is it exactly that makes you so far above, so far beyond everything, and everyone else. You are just like the rest of us except for the fact that I chose you. You are my one in seven billion.
“…there’s also an entrance here, just beneath the eastern wall. Are you listening to me?”
I blinked and looked up, raising my chin from where it had fallen into my palm. “I’m sorry, Javik. I was just thinking,”
He squeezed the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Think on your own time. Right now you have a job to do and I’m doing my best to make sure you come through it alive,”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry,”
He sighed. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, the eastern entrance…”
You’re incredibly stubborn, you fail in properly communicating at a basic level, you aren’t sly, you aren’t smooth, and you are a genuine pain in the ass. Also, I couldn’t be exaggerating more because I love you dearly- ass pain and all.
They really need to get better words, also I would suggest a little more time. This minute or so after a while palls and I can’t say that it does much for writer’s block either. I think a random word with a dictionary meaning would do more than this — perhaps I should do that myself…also
I had a chicken bone in my pocket also. I wasn’t quite sure what it was doing there. I mean, yeah, I know I just ate chicken, but I don’t remember putting the bone in my pocket. That’s something my brother would do, not me. Maybe he knows why it’s in my pocket…
Oh, also. Today was like a pocket full of shells. Jingle jangle jingle. And also some naivety from a friend of friend style-gossip. The things people do, I said “Goddamn, it’s exactly like Pulp Fiction!” No wonder the world is so f’d up.
He also wet to see the movies. It was a very bland movie, the kind that one goes to see when nobody else ever bothers to tell them what to see, or they don’t bother to read the paper and also don’t want to spend the money on a good one.
a word that people use when they are too afraid to say “i love you” so instead they simply utter “also” and some meaningless phrase like asking to pick up some milk at the grocery store or a new orchid from the nursery. also, also, also.
Given the circumstances I was in, I was in no position to try and explain what I was doing. Coffee dripped down my shirt and flattering light brown, and I was in no mood to bring in the word also. Also I killed your dog. On accident. Please understand. My teeth clenched as I glared into her shocked and gold flicked eyes holding my breath. Scalded skin cried in protest as I made a faltering step back, then completely double took and ran.
I like the way you smile with your upper lip curled slightly. Also, I like ice cream. But I especially like the way you smile with your upper lip curled slightly, even as you’re eating ice cream. You get mint chip all the time, a staple in that little corner shop between the gas station and the thrift store. And the green dairy just stains your teeth, and the chocolate speckles your gums perfectly, as you grin with a mouthful of sugar cone.
She also captured the night as she moved out over the threshold of the door, moving through the faux darkness. Her eyes searching, seeing, piercing the void.
An afterthought.
I never really considered myself to be the typed of person who made plans, who said what they wanted to say in one concise statement. Always appendages, always the vestiges of thoughts that I tack on to the end.
so here we stand
in highs and lows
of every mind
connected with strands
of memories known
and long forgotten
in crowded rooms
and clouds so high
never to touch
or find each other
everything in this world has a duality, also a black to the white, a knife to the apple, also a mountain to the valley, a wood to the fire. there’s a night and day to life, darkness to light, but one must wonder – at what point do we question who’s the light and who brings darkness? what is life really but a set of disappointment and joy… is it all worth it at the end of the day?
also i have to say that i think i am in love with you. Also i miss you so much it hurts and also but also also I am waiting for you here in my door waiting patianlty as you come back home to me and us.
also his eyes were fluid with gaze
and also my mind was whirling threw a maze
and also i’m done with you holding me back
and also i’m here and i know what i need now
I also wanted to tell her all the things I’ve been thinking of lately. Did she know how much I was inflicted? No matter ephemeral the exchange, what she had done was devestating.
Also, the man seemed quite incoherent. His left eyebrow was at a level higher than his right eyebrow and his nostrils quivered like a hunting dog assailed with a familiar scent. The man came towards me and let out the most god awful bellow. The glass behind me on the dining table shattered and a shard flew into my behind.
second clause. scary word, meaning there’s more to come. I may not want to hear this info. in addition. useful but boring word. Also, there’s juice in the fridge and cookies on the counter. comforting. making me hungry what am i doing typnig this
What is also. It’s just a wird with little meaning. I am a man but also a boy. As I boy I also dream. Dream of something big and also dream of the small things. I also love. I am quite and also very observant of others. Also is a tie it ties one thing to the other. It make two things one. What can I do with also? With also I can combine and contrast.
Also, I made up a song today. It was based off a poem I’d written awhile ago. I think my brain is reminding me to get back on track with the tasks at hand.
Her accent was not very evident. Just when she said ‘also’ . A slight tilt in the ‘a’. It indicated that she came from a tropical region, which her complexion defied. He felt that he now knew her better, a tiny little secret of her’s which only he knew, and which he would keep sealed in his heart.
Also, she said. Also, I love you. Also, I miss you. Also, I wish we were not five hundreds miles away from each other. The list is never-ending, she says. Because, also, you are not real.
There’s an shifting, awed silence following her arrival. It’s because she’s stunning. Her hair is black, iridescent with bottle green when it catches the light. Her eyes seem to be an indistinct shade; irises with changeable lines of green, blue, and also grey. She’s tall, intimidating, and shows no hesitation. She steps right up to him, nose to nose, and I know we’re all in trouble when she flashes a carnivorous smile.
What he did was not only unforgivable, but also terrible. I never thought he would do such a thing.
I could believe this. Timmy was coming also. I hated Timmy with a fiery passion. He was always copying his brother. Of course, that was to be expected of him, but it bugged me for some reason.
as well, i stopped there.. you kept going. I wanted to turn around you needed to add one more thing. GIving up is never an option. there must always be more. take take take and once in a while, if you’re lucky, give
what is also? seriously? i don’t really think of it as a word. I hardly use it. It’s like, “i want some fries and a burger also.” It doesn’t even sound like a word. What is also? its like “i ate them all, so….” whatever
Also – there’s a hostage crisis I want you to follow up on. Once you get done with that admin work, ok? No, no, don’t worry, it’s not a big deal. Yeah, but it’s not like the world is going to… well, yeah, I guess that dude is crazy. Don’t worry about it.
“and another thing,” she said, although she was losing steam, “a phone call would have been nice. a text message, even. a postcard? anything to let me know that you were goddamn alive and not buried in pieces somewhere.”
the years had changed him only a little. he had stubble he’d never have been able to achieve five years ago, and his face was more defined. there were new scars, too; she knew because she had memorized all his scars long ago, and the one at his collarbone and the other at the sharp corner of his jaw were unfamiliar. what had not changed was the way his features could arrange themselves into the most perfect expression of anguished guilt.
she did not allow his melodrama to interfere with her own in the slightest. when she stuffed a handful of socks into her bag, she did so with unnecessary force.
“I know,” he said, with a tone that told her he at least knew how inadequate the platitude was at this moment.
She did not respond. She finished packing, and then she said, “We can go now.”
But on the way out, she took his hand in hers. This time, she decided, he’d have to cut it off before she let him go.
And there, he also wrote about his life. About the sad song, the pain, the misery, of everything he was and had been in the past, the future, and the present. He had also felt the anguish of others, the hurt, the misery, that befell all those around him, whether he wanted to or not, it was there, inside of him, a beast ready to come out.
Also I can’t believe you would say that. What is it exactly that makes you so far above, so far beyond everything, and everyone else. You are just like the rest of us except for the fact that I chose you. You are my one in seven billion.
“…there’s also an entrance here, just beneath the eastern wall. Are you listening to me?”
I blinked and looked up, raising my chin from where it had fallen into my palm. “I’m sorry, Javik. I was just thinking,”
He squeezed the bridge of his nose in irritation. “Think on your own time. Right now you have a job to do and I’m doing my best to make sure you come through it alive,”
I nodded. “I know. I’m sorry,”
He sighed. “Now, where was I? Oh yes, the eastern entrance…”
You’re incredibly stubborn, you fail in properly communicating at a basic level, you aren’t sly, you aren’t smooth, and you are a genuine pain in the ass. Also, I couldn’t be exaggerating more because I love you dearly- ass pain and all.
as he turned to her, he said
” not only do i love everything about you i ALSO love that you have conquered so much and survived. you are my hero”
They really need to get better words, also I would suggest a little more time. This minute or so after a while palls and I can’t say that it does much for writer’s block either. I think a random word with a dictionary meaning would do more than this — perhaps I should do that myself…also
Sixty seconds to write about a word regarding inclusion. Inclusion is
I had a chicken bone in my pocket also. I wasn’t quite sure what it was doing there. I mean, yeah, I know I just ate chicken, but I don’t remember putting the bone in my pocket. That’s something my brother would do, not me. Maybe he knows why it’s in my pocket…
Also is in addition to the one that left me standing alone along the side of the road cold and wet. I lost also in addition to feeling loved.
I also thought so
so the thought of also
Sought to sing its way into my brain
So I also sought to be in thought
in addition to having skin
that could light gas lamps across
the Sahara,
I have a silver lining
in my mouth
that would make an optimist
swoon
Oh, also. Today was like a pocket full of shells. Jingle jangle jingle. And also some naivety from a friend of friend style-gossip. The things people do, I said “Goddamn, it’s exactly like Pulp Fiction!” No wonder the world is so f’d up.
And, in addition to, as well as, with, together, combined, mixed, made, created, born, given life.
He also wet to see the movies. It was a very bland movie, the kind that one goes to see when nobody else ever bothers to tell them what to see, or they don’t bother to read the paper and also don’t want to spend the money on a good one.
a word that people use when they are too afraid to say “i love you” so instead they simply utter “also” and some meaningless phrase like asking to pick up some milk at the grocery store or a new orchid from the nursery. also, also, also.
also,
i
love
you.
Given the circumstances I was in, I was in no position to try and explain what I was doing. Coffee dripped down my shirt and flattering light brown, and I was in no mood to bring in the word also. Also I killed your dog. On accident. Please understand. My teeth clenched as I glared into her shocked and gold flicked eyes holding my breath. Scalded skin cried in protest as I made a faltering step back, then completely double took and ran.
I like the way you smile with your upper lip curled slightly. Also, I like ice cream. But I especially like the way you smile with your upper lip curled slightly, even as you’re eating ice cream. You get mint chip all the time, a staple in that little corner shop between the gas station and the thrift store. And the green dairy just stains your teeth, and the chocolate speckles your gums perfectly, as you grin with a mouthful of sugar cone.
also don’t forget to lock my heart on the way out.
also, please don’t hit my heart so hard with that hammer, it is fragile you know.
also is a word that people use because they were to afraid to say “i love you”
exploring possibilities considering alternatives And add more and one more thing by the way what do you think of this idea Wonderful ideas consider
Also
There is another thought
Another action
Another sentence to be added
also.
What happens when we can no longer add an also?