there use to be a lot of things she disliked as a child. but she grew up. everyone has to, eventually.
but something that didn’t change–something that stayed the same as before, as always–was her humor. it grew too, more refined, more adult. but, mostly, it stayed the same.
I was gone, I will be back! I was tired of doing the same old thing so now I have to do something different! Everything will be better in a couple of months I am sure of that! This is my week for transformation!
then I went to look my daughter…. she was death…. as my whole family…. I couldn’t believe that… all those memories left me…. empty… just as I started….without anything …. without you…. now… where do I have to start?
Six months ago she smiled, a sun shining through the curtain of her hair, and I would push the curtains away, tucked behind her seashell ears. Sometimes a strand would stick to my lipgloss and come between our kisses, but no time did I mind. Her shampoo always smelled not sweet, not poppy-like, but like something you would throw in a kettle of hot water, and drink when the lemonade stand is packed up, when the wooden planks echo a wet forest. One day I walked by a store and saw a ribbon the color of tea leaves, and the next it was tied around the curtain, baring her face to the world. The sun shined on me again, and the background music played like a thank you.
Now she puts her hair up in that same ribbon, but she wouldn’t be able to tell you where it was from.
He laughed. Loud. This girl was still hilarious. She shouldn’t have been. She should have been upset and terrified. But she was nothing of the like.
Yeah, she wasn’t what one would call sane. At least not completly. But she wasn’t as broken as him. Maybe not broken at all.
She made him feel calm and colected. Nothing like what she made him feel before, but she put him out of his madness.
before i met sam, i was very much myself. very lonely, i think. wanted to be in love again. was scared to be. before i met sam, i was sure of the world. before i met sam, i believed in love. i believed in fate. before i met sam, i was happy. before i met sam, i thought i would love to meet sam.
Before I could stop him the gun made a cracking sound and the man in white collapsed in front of Ray Charles. Ray then made a jump for the gun, setting it off again and blowing out his lower abdomin
I always right about before, whenever I go to school before 1st period my mom says I love you. My dog at home always goes to the bathroom before he comes inside the house. My biggest fear is missing the first bell and getting a tardy before the semester tests.
once before time had even exsisted one exsisted supreme above all that didnt exsist. in a time before buck richardsion could drink his first beer. in a time before a bllack guy could even go near the white house.
Before I was born my mom endured a lot during the nine months I got to keep her company. I gave her back pain, she gained a lot of weight, and her ankles grew huge. Not to mention the constant nausea. However, with all that to endure my mom really loved me and was really excited to see me. Now she has a great relationship with a great daughter that she bonded with since day one in the tummy.
Before everything was like this, it was way different. Before there were even computers and all the technical stuff there was a whole different world. Before the people started to fight for everything and money. Before there were even bombs.
There is always a before to everything. Like something that causes a problem, you think to before it happened and try to figure what caused it. Other times it’s like a story, and you try to see what happened before to a character to turn out that particular way.
It wasn’t long before i was making supper. I was making chicken but before i could start i needed to put olive oil in the pan and preheat it. I decided i needed to cut up the chicken to make a chicken salad.
Before the after. It’s never during. Before can be exciting. During can be painful. After can always share the joke of it all because there’s no longer anticipation nor the heavy lifting, it’s reflective.
before is what i dont have now. it’s gone. it’s yesterday. and i can do nothing about it. let me focus on after. it seems more promising. it allows me to understand my actions
Before I met him, I was miserable. He definitely woke something in me that brought some much happiness that I have not felt before in such a long time. I hate to think what things would be like without him. Before him, I was a completely different person.
Before you,
I was nothing-
I was empty
I was lost.
and then
BAM!
before we knew it
everything thing we thought,
was a dream
became reality.
THEN
life
was amazing
we lived, laughed and loved
one another
and the music inside me
came alive.
and exploded from within me
into a million colors
and I could see
oh, the sweetest feeling
of just existing-
and being human.
Thank you, my dear
for giving me that.
Before, everything was different. I was different. We were different. Before, for me, held promise–there was hope, things to look forward to. When everything happen, you broke that for me. I don’t have hope anymore. I don’t have promise. I have only the empty, aching hurt inside that you left me.
Before I opened my eyes to the world, I was fairly happy. Not great, but happy. Now I can’t help but see the world for what it is.. and I don’t really like it. I guess I’m happy I opened my eyes. I was happy, but I was dumb..
Before the day we parted twain, and I
Suppressed my tears seeming unconsciously
(Perhaps your wisdom, though, painted clearly
Truths locked away from my own blind mind’s eye)
I leapt between my thoughts as they chanced by
My sleeping brain – thought woken fancily
By selfish, haughty me – and carelessly
Passed away hours of immortal supply.
You loving silent stood and watched my play,
Not ever
Forever
before i got up today morning i was dreaming about someone close to my heart, she said she’ll always be with me no matter what but when i woke up reality crashed on me and she was gone.
Before I came here I was only a small boy from a small farming village. There was no chance I could get an opportunity to be able to get into this place, but now I am, what do I do? Be like the rest.
Before he came, my life was empty. The smiles, the laughter, the happiness wasn’t there. But, the day he fell in love with me and I fell in love with him, everything had changed from that destructive relationship I was trapped in before. Now, if anything, I was free. I was a sparrow flying, <3 Siempre Contigo <3
when i went to town it was dark, too dark to see anything at all. the lights had gone out – all the street lights. that orange glow had disappeared. rubbish lay in the streets, blown about nonchalantly by a lazy breeze, you could hear it, and feel it – plastic bags brushing against your legs.
Before Hurricane Katrina, most people I know in New Orleans were much more materialistic than they are now (whether or not they were willing to admit is another story). 7 years later, most have simplified their lifestyles and priorities. Often it takes a horrific event to re-prioritize one’s values.
This is the same word I had before, ha ha. What will the next word be, after? So before I found this site I was thinking about resources for teachers to use at the Ed Tech Cadre. This could be used as a great “Before” class begins with a writing prompt.
Before I woke up today I thought I would die
Before they called me out of the darkness in my mind I thought I was already gone
When you see the earths come forward too fast and then hear the screams of others in the distance slowly following you into a terrifying sleep
Before there was endless road with her brother and father, countless jobs, usual portion of life-threatening dandger.
there use to be a lot of things she disliked as a child. but she grew up. everyone has to, eventually.
but something that didn’t change–something that stayed the same as before, as always–was her humor. it grew too, more refined, more adult. but, mostly, it stayed the same.
I was gone, I will be back! I was tired of doing the same old thing so now I have to do something different! Everything will be better in a couple of months I am sure of that! This is my week for transformation!
Before you act upon something you must spend considerable thought on our plan. Who will be impacted, why are the consequences of our action.
then I went to look my daughter…. she was death…. as my whole family…. I couldn’t believe that… all those memories left me…. empty… just as I started….without anything …. without you…. now… where do I have to start?
Six months ago she smiled, a sun shining through the curtain of her hair, and I would push the curtains away, tucked behind her seashell ears. Sometimes a strand would stick to my lipgloss and come between our kisses, but no time did I mind. Her shampoo always smelled not sweet, not poppy-like, but like something you would throw in a kettle of hot water, and drink when the lemonade stand is packed up, when the wooden planks echo a wet forest. One day I walked by a store and saw a ribbon the color of tea leaves, and the next it was tied around the curtain, baring her face to the world. The sun shined on me again, and the background music played like a thank you.
Now she puts her hair up in that same ribbon, but she wouldn’t be able to tell you where it was from.
Before I saw the bear, I thought to myself how nice today had been.
Leave the office, go on a walk, do some exploring.
Now I’m staring down a fucking bear. Where’s my camera. Wrong brain. Run. No.
Shit. Too Late.
BEAR ATTACK!
Before I knew you, I was happy. After I knew you, I was even happier. I don’t miss the before in my life, not now, not ever. We forge on.
I was nice, mindlessly caring. Now I and my orange eyed boy are dead. I’m disappearing
He laughed. Loud. This girl was still hilarious. She shouldn’t have been. She should have been upset and terrified. But she was nothing of the like.
Yeah, she wasn’t what one would call sane. At least not completly. But she wasn’t as broken as him. Maybe not broken at all.
She made him feel calm and colected. Nothing like what she made him feel before, but she put him out of his madness.
before i met sam, i was very much myself. very lonely, i think. wanted to be in love again. was scared to be. before i met sam, i was sure of the world. before i met sam, i believed in love. i believed in fate. before i met sam, i was happy. before i met sam, i thought i would love to meet sam.
Before I felt better. I had friends and family that surrounded me. I did not know just how much they meant to me before I left home.
Before I could stop him the gun made a cracking sound and the man in white collapsed in front of Ray Charles. Ray then made a jump for the gun, setting it off again and blowing out his lower abdomin
I always right about before, whenever I go to school before 1st period my mom says I love you. My dog at home always goes to the bathroom before he comes inside the house. My biggest fear is missing the first bell and getting a tardy before the semester tests.
One day before school a small child went to wait for the bus. She walked out in the street and got hit by the bus. The End.
once before time had even exsisted one exsisted supreme above all that didnt exsist. in a time before buck richardsion could drink his first beer. in a time before a bllack guy could even go near the white house.
Before I was born my mom endured a lot during the nine months I got to keep her company. I gave her back pain, she gained a lot of weight, and her ankles grew huge. Not to mention the constant nausea. However, with all that to endure my mom really loved me and was really excited to see me. Now she has a great relationship with a great daughter that she bonded with since day one in the tummy.
Before I forget to tell you I love you!” as he hit her in the head with the shovel
Before everything was like this, it was way different. Before there were even computers and all the technical stuff there was a whole different world. Before the people started to fight for everything and money. Before there were even bombs.
before buck went to the gas station he grabbed a 6 pack. When he got to the store he got gatorade. Then
There is always a before to everything. Like something that causes a problem, you think to before it happened and try to figure what caused it. Other times it’s like a story, and you try to see what happened before to a character to turn out that particular way.
It wasn’t long before i was making supper. I was making chicken but before i could start i needed to put olive oil in the pan and preheat it. I decided i needed to cut up the chicken to make a chicken salad.
After is the first word i think of, i really don’t know what else to say! One day this guy was coming to our school and he was about to…
Who would put be and fore together? Its kinda weird. Just say it. beeefoorrree. weird right?
Before the after. It’s never during. Before can be exciting. During can be painful. After can always share the joke of it all because there’s no longer anticipation nor the heavy lifting, it’s reflective.
before is what i dont have now. it’s gone. it’s yesterday. and i can do nothing about it. let me focus on after. it seems more promising. it allows me to understand my actions
Before I met him, I was miserable. He definitely woke something in me that brought some much happiness that I have not felt before in such a long time. I hate to think what things would be like without him. Before him, I was a completely different person.
Before you,
I was nothing-
I was empty
I was lost.
and then
BAM!
before we knew it
everything thing we thought,
was a dream
became reality.
THEN
life
was amazing
we lived, laughed and loved
one another
and the music inside me
came alive.
and exploded from within me
into a million colors
and I could see
oh, the sweetest feeling
of just existing-
and being human.
Thank you, my dear
for giving me that.
Before, everything was different. I was different. We were different. Before, for me, held promise–there was hope, things to look forward to. When everything happen, you broke that for me. I don’t have hope anymore. I don’t have promise. I have only the empty, aching hurt inside that you left me.
Before I opened my eyes to the world, I was fairly happy. Not great, but happy. Now I can’t help but see the world for what it is.. and I don’t really like it. I guess I’m happy I opened my eyes. I was happy, but I was dumb..
Before the day we parted twain, and I
Suppressed my tears seeming unconsciously
(Perhaps your wisdom, though, painted clearly
Truths locked away from my own blind mind’s eye)
I leapt between my thoughts as they chanced by
My sleeping brain – thought woken fancily
By selfish, haughty me – and carelessly
Passed away hours of immortal supply.
You loving silent stood and watched my play,
Not ever
Forever
before i got up today morning i was dreaming about someone close to my heart, she said she’ll always be with me no matter what but when i woke up reality crashed on me and she was gone.
Before I came here I was only a small boy from a small farming village. There was no chance I could get an opportunity to be able to get into this place, but now I am, what do I do? Be like the rest.
Before he came, my life was empty. The smiles, the laughter, the happiness wasn’t there. But, the day he fell in love with me and I fell in love with him, everything had changed from that destructive relationship I was trapped in before. Now, if anything, I was free. I was a sparrow flying, <3 Siempre Contigo <3
when i went to town it was dark, too dark to see anything at all. the lights had gone out – all the street lights. that orange glow had disappeared. rubbish lay in the streets, blown about nonchalantly by a lazy breeze, you could hear it, and feel it – plastic bags brushing against your legs.
The land before time, WHAT A JOKE!!!! I MEAN, HOW CAN THERE BE A LAND BEFORE TIME?!?! It just doesn’t make sense!!!
Before the world began I was there. Hidden, in the cracks.
Before the end began I was there. On every map in every seam.
Before Hurricane Katrina, most people I know in New Orleans were much more materialistic than they are now (whether or not they were willing to admit is another story). 7 years later, most have simplified their lifestyles and priorities. Often it takes a horrific event to re-prioritize one’s values.
This is the same word I had before, ha ha. What will the next word be, after? So before I found this site I was thinking about resources for teachers to use at the Ed Tech Cadre. This could be used as a great “Before” class begins with a writing prompt.
Before I woke up today I thought I would die
Before they called me out of the darkness in my mind I thought I was already gone
When you see the earths come forward too fast and then hear the screams of others in the distance slowly following you into a terrifying sleep