and neither easier to free your mind in a moment of metered time to find reason and I’m pleased to say there’s never not a definition, every word’s enraptured by its sole syllabic mission
Her and her twin sister have been constantly confused. For over their fourteen years of life, they’ve always been mistaken for one-another. It can’t be helped, though. They love each other more than the world. They mean everything to each other. So what better way to express their love for each other than being each other?
And the saddest pit of the conclusion, is that both people were endlessly looking for fulfilment. Infinitely looking for some sort of filler to keep them from floating away, from becoming part of the nothingness in the air. Two such empty souls should never find each other in these circumstances. It would only lead to suicide.
two people together not alone. including one and the other. not exlcuding a single item or individual from a pair. sounds like booth. as in a phone booth. you can fit a couple man and woman. man man. woman woman both in a booth. maybe they need to make a call. or picture booth and take fun photos of love.
both of us went down the street and both of us wanted to greet. The street was covered in snow and sleet while all the hooligans were dancing to a dirty beat. Oh me oh my said the wise guy when i pulled out my left eye and stuck it in the sky. Both of us were roastin toasters gettin bj’s with pina coladas on coasters dippin down in too the frozen tundra to find out just what lies under
There has never been a both for me, and I find that when my best friend speaks of the nights when she walks with the one she loves, long and lonely walks that mean everything and weigh nothing, I cannot sympathize. I don’t know the weightlessness of both.
they both shared lunch. it was a simple act. it saved his poor soul though. He had bought the gun and everything, but this one act of kindness gave hime new vigor. they both enjoyed it, basking in the momment a simple nothing but yet everything to not both but simply him. This is why there is still hope. hope for change
I saw both of my friends walking thier dog talking about life. I said hello and waved. They said hello back and I continued my walk. Both of them were wearing green shirts. How neat! I love them both because they are so nice.
both of us love it and hate it at the same time. I can’t imagine it without you and I really like to think you can’t imagine it without me. Sometimes I think I’m a fool
two things together the sound of the word reminds me of a book sounds like oath a bond between two people close relationship marriage close relationship between objects
we both are people. Men. From the Adam and Eva we people know that God created us. Why do you think that God created us? Because we are who we have to be. Some people are atheist, some people believe in God.
both times she swallowed a toxic air of uncertainty. tainted rejection trickled down her throat. he dropped her hand as though he had never known the warmth of her skin. both choking on words that don’t seem to escape from their lips. both bothered and bewildered. unraveled and afraid of the darkness beyond their time together.
both of us tied gently under the car, our mother sat soberly in the back seat watch the stars and the trees interact with each other, both trying hard to hide over the roof. I kissed you gently on the cheek and crawled out from under to listen in on the conversation beside us. The men looked suspicious.
there is no both of us
i wish there was but you live half way across the country,
and you have other friends,
and it’s pitiful for me to even think about you
Could you have both a thing? What? That makes no sense! I am struggling to write anything right now as Beetlejuice is on my tv. So I guess I can’t have both. I can’t write AND watch awesome 80s movies at the same time…
There it was. One red envelope in her mailbox. She tore it open and pulled out the card. A glittered Santa wishing her a ‘Holly Jolly Christmas’. Exclamation point. Inside, her mother’s scrawl ‘And Happy Birthday too’. Period.
Both you and I screwed up.
You know it.
Both you and I were wrong.
Let’s own it.
If you could see past my flaws, I can overlook yours.
Both you and I need each other.
two people together unity togetherness love infinity eternity companionship and friendship and when you come together with another person it makes something wonderful. it implies not alone ness – not only is it you in this, theres somebody else with you, a companion, a friend, a soul mate, whichever you want, you are not alone, and that is a wonderful wonderful feeling. both. simple yet powerful.
togetherness, so fleeting. he’s tall, looks a little like fred macmurry. she always said so. her hair isn’t blonde enough, but her eyes are too green. almost a strange color. togetherness. he holds her hand in the parking lot and kisses her wrist.
both of them sat. the light from the window enclosed them in a bubble of warmth. yet, the break in the sofa seat emphasised the mood in the room as a tense silence fell
Nosotros juntos somos una especie de alebrije que se encierra en el mismo cuerpo intentando abrir alas nuevas, sacar cuernos del sombrero y enredarnos las colas para formar pequeñas especies de alebrijes.
And the saddest pit of the conclusion, is that both people were endlessly looking for fulfilment. Infinitely looking for some sort of filler to keep them from floating away, from becoming part of the nothingness of the air. two such empty souls should never find each other in these circumstances.
The child wanted both. Both was what he wanted. They meant so much to him, both of them. Both would be the death of him, later in life. Not just one of them. Both of them.
Alle beide waren identisch, das kurze Strubbelhaar, die Wollstrumpfhosen unter den Lederröcken, karierte Blusen und ein weißes Halstuch. Das einzige, was sie unterschied, war die Verteilung der grauen Flecken auf dem Halstuch. Maja stand rechts, Sonja stand links. Oder war es umgekehrt?
Both love and hate are deeply related to each other. They’re both emotions that are interconnected. You can both love someone, and hate them at the same time. When it comes to love and hate, there’s usually not one or another. They’re so deeply intertwined that it’s hard to tell them apart.
Both of them were in love with dogs. She would wash her dog every morning in the shower with her. And he would cook the dog breakfast every morning consisting of bacon and eggs on toast – just as he and her would eat – so would the dog.
But, one day… As they both went outside to call the dog in, they found that their true best friend was dead.
We both knew this was going to happen. I mean who wouldn’t have thought.
I was walking home. I need a ride but i didn’t take the bus. Walking along my road, Pearl road. When a deep red mustang roars past. The wind from it twirls my hair and dress. Wow, i think to myself, what i would do for a car like that. i keep walking and then it rolls up beside me. there he was, grayson smith. with his sunglasses on, he askes, do you need a ride miss? and my legs were killing me because i already was walking quite the distance. yes, i do in fact. I get in the car he turns up the radio, and we literally blast off. what’s your name? he asks. i reply with a simple, Elizabeth. i am grayson, he says to me. which i already know because everyone was already talking about him, trouble they say. I don’t like to pay attention to what they have to say, but i still listen in on the chatter. anyways, i tell him where my little house with the blue porch steps is. Thanks for the ride, i say. Your welcome, he replies, oh, and i was wondering if you would like to eat some dinner with me? and…
Both worlds I live in,
Both languages I’m barely fluent in
I belong to neither,
& neither of them knoww half about the other one.
I’m bilingual to two separate worlds.
Intertwined like the china hummingbirds above my grandmother’s mantelpiece. Both of us, we hum and flit and dash about the luminous forests of the world and yet be are always joined by the tips of our wings, the long golden needles of our searching beaks. We’re searching endlessly for something secret and yet I wonder if our closeness is holding us back from all the buried treasures down the hole only big enough for one.
I don’t even know how to look at them…both of them. Full of love, hugs, red and fancyness. It hurts, you know, it really does. And when it comes to the truth I hate both…both you and me.
I saw the world from their eyes, both of them. Republicans and Democrats? Jews and Christians? Boys and Girls? Two sides of every opinion, there was something in common. Although not everyone has the greater good in mind, it is important to see that everyone’s opinion has value.
We both ran out of the water squealing! The cold was too much for either of us to handle for long. But oh was it fun. We hadn’t done something this childish since before we were married. He wrapped her in a towel and dragged her in up under his arm.
It didn’t happen. After all that planning, all that fretting and worrying and lack of sleep, it never even happened.
Words could not describe the anger that ravaged her.
She glared up at him, not even daring to address her future step-mom. She just glared right up at him, spat, “If you can’t just have us both, I had hoped you’d at least choose me for your only,” and shoved past him without another thought.
and neither easier to free your mind in a moment of metered time to find reason and I’m pleased to say there’s never not a definition, every word’s enraptured by its sole syllabic mission
Her and her twin sister have been constantly confused. For over their fourteen years of life, they’ve always been mistaken for one-another. It can’t be helped, though. They love each other more than the world. They mean everything to each other. So what better way to express their love for each other than being each other?
And the saddest pit of the conclusion, is that both people were endlessly looking for fulfilment. Infinitely looking for some sort of filler to keep them from floating away, from becoming part of the nothingness in the air. Two such empty souls should never find each other in these circumstances. It would only lead to suicide.
two people together not alone. including one and the other. not exlcuding a single item or individual from a pair. sounds like booth. as in a phone booth. you can fit a couple man and woman. man man. woman woman both in a booth. maybe they need to make a call. or picture booth and take fun photos of love.
both of us went down the street and both of us wanted to greet. The street was covered in snow and sleet while all the hooligans were dancing to a dirty beat. Oh me oh my said the wise guy when i pulled out my left eye and stuck it in the sky. Both of us were roastin toasters gettin bj’s with pina coladas on coasters dippin down in too the frozen tundra to find out just what lies under
Not one but two. two is a magical number. Two is better than one. Two is strong. Two is the way things should be.
You and I both. We were meant to be unstoppable. Invincible.
We still are.
But why did you give up on us. When did you stop caring so much. Why have you left me. It hurts. I hope it hurts you too. I hope it hurts us both.
There has never been a both for me, and I find that when my best friend speaks of the nights when she walks with the one she loves, long and lonely walks that mean everything and weigh nothing, I cannot sympathize. I don’t know the weightlessness of both.
they both shared lunch. it was a simple act. it saved his poor soul though. He had bought the gun and everything, but this one act of kindness gave hime new vigor. they both enjoyed it, basking in the momment a simple nothing but yet everything to not both but simply him. This is why there is still hope. hope for change
I saw both of my friends walking thier dog talking about life. I said hello and waved. They said hello back and I continued my walk. Both of them were wearing green shirts. How neat! I love them both because they are so nice.
both of us love it and hate it at the same time. I can’t imagine it without you and I really like to think you can’t imagine it without me. Sometimes I think I’m a fool
two things together the sound of the word reminds me of a book sounds like oath a bond between two people close relationship marriage close relationship between objects
we both are people. Men. From the Adam and Eva we people know that God created us. Why do you think that God created us? Because we are who we have to be. Some people are atheist, some people believe in God.
both times she swallowed a toxic air of uncertainty. tainted rejection trickled down her throat. he dropped her hand as though he had never known the warmth of her skin. both choking on words that don’t seem to escape from their lips. both bothered and bewildered. unraveled and afraid of the darkness beyond their time together.
both of us tied gently under the car, our mother sat soberly in the back seat watch the stars and the trees interact with each other, both trying hard to hide over the roof. I kissed you gently on the cheek and crawled out from under to listen in on the conversation beside us. The men looked suspicious.
there is no both of us
i wish there was but you live half way across the country,
and you have other friends,
and it’s pitiful for me to even think about you
Could you have both a thing? What? That makes no sense! I am struggling to write anything right now as Beetlejuice is on my tv. So I guess I can’t have both. I can’t write AND watch awesome 80s movies at the same time…
There it was. One red envelope in her mailbox. She tore it open and pulled out the card. A glittered Santa wishing her a ‘Holly Jolly Christmas’. Exclamation point. Inside, her mother’s scrawl ‘And Happy Birthday too’. Period.
Both you and I screwed up.
You know it.
Both you and I were wrong.
Let’s own it.
If you could see past my flaws, I can overlook yours.
Both you and I need each other.
You and I, the both of us. Still together, still working on us. Without you, I am just me. We both make us. I love you.
two people, love, brothers, two, twins, couple, team, together, beautiful thing
two people together unity togetherness love infinity eternity companionship and friendship and when you come together with another person it makes something wonderful. it implies not alone ness – not only is it you in this, theres somebody else with you, a companion, a friend, a soul mate, whichever you want, you are not alone, and that is a wonderful wonderful feeling. both. simple yet powerful.
togetherness, so fleeting. he’s tall, looks a little like fred macmurry. she always said so. her hair isn’t blonde enough, but her eyes are too green. almost a strange color. togetherness. he holds her hand in the parking lot and kisses her wrist.
both between and outside,
our breath hangs in the back of our throats –
caught like fire.
whispered words could save
us both.
only two beings with the same objective
unknowning and blind to their reality
united by one truth
humanity
both of them sat. the light from the window enclosed them in a bubble of warmth. yet, the break in the sofa seat emphasised the mood in the room as a tense silence fell
Nosotros juntos somos una especie de alebrije que se encierra en el mismo cuerpo intentando abrir alas nuevas, sacar cuernos del sombrero y enredarnos las colas para formar pequeñas especies de alebrijes.
And the saddest pit of the conclusion, is that both people were endlessly looking for fulfilment. Infinitely looking for some sort of filler to keep them from floating away, from becoming part of the nothingness of the air. two such empty souls should never find each other in these circumstances.
The child wanted both. Both was what he wanted. They meant so much to him, both of them. Both would be the death of him, later in life. Not just one of them. Both of them.
Alle beide waren identisch, das kurze Strubbelhaar, die Wollstrumpfhosen unter den Lederröcken, karierte Blusen und ein weißes Halstuch. Das einzige, was sie unterschied, war die Verteilung der grauen Flecken auf dem Halstuch. Maja stand rechts, Sonja stand links. Oder war es umgekehrt?
Both.
Being as we would be, too aware of
each other’s awareness of one
another.
Both, fumbling, hands muttering
eyes shuffling,
A dance of none.
Both love and hate are deeply related to each other. They’re both emotions that are interconnected. You can both love someone, and hate them at the same time. When it comes to love and hate, there’s usually not one or another. They’re so deeply intertwined that it’s hard to tell them apart.
Both of them were in love with dogs. She would wash her dog every morning in the shower with her. And he would cook the dog breakfast every morning consisting of bacon and eggs on toast – just as he and her would eat – so would the dog.
But, one day… As they both went outside to call the dog in, they found that their true best friend was dead.
We both knew this was going to happen. I mean who wouldn’t have thought.
I was walking home. I need a ride but i didn’t take the bus. Walking along my road, Pearl road. When a deep red mustang roars past. The wind from it twirls my hair and dress. Wow, i think to myself, what i would do for a car like that. i keep walking and then it rolls up beside me. there he was, grayson smith. with his sunglasses on, he askes, do you need a ride miss? and my legs were killing me because i already was walking quite the distance. yes, i do in fact. I get in the car he turns up the radio, and we literally blast off. what’s your name? he asks. i reply with a simple, Elizabeth. i am grayson, he says to me. which i already know because everyone was already talking about him, trouble they say. I don’t like to pay attention to what they have to say, but i still listen in on the chatter. anyways, i tell him where my little house with the blue porch steps is. Thanks for the ride, i say. Your welcome, he replies, oh, and i was wondering if you would like to eat some dinner with me? and…
Both worlds I live in,
Both languages I’m barely fluent in
I belong to neither,
& neither of them knoww half about the other one.
I’m bilingual to two separate worlds.
Intertwined like the china hummingbirds above my grandmother’s mantelpiece. Both of us, we hum and flit and dash about the luminous forests of the world and yet be are always joined by the tips of our wings, the long golden needles of our searching beaks. We’re searching endlessly for something secret and yet I wonder if our closeness is holding us back from all the buried treasures down the hole only big enough for one.
I don’t even know how to look at them…both of them. Full of love, hugs, red and fancyness. It hurts, you know, it really does. And when it comes to the truth I hate both…both you and me.
I saw the world from their eyes, both of them. Republicans and Democrats? Jews and Christians? Boys and Girls? Two sides of every opinion, there was something in common. Although not everyone has the greater good in mind, it is important to see that everyone’s opinion has value.
We both ran out of the water squealing! The cold was too much for either of us to handle for long. But oh was it fun. We hadn’t done something this childish since before we were married. He wrapped her in a towel and dragged her in up under his arm.
It didn’t happen. After all that planning, all that fretting and worrying and lack of sleep, it never even happened.
Words could not describe the anger that ravaged her.
She glared up at him, not even daring to address her future step-mom. She just glared right up at him, spat, “If you can’t just have us both, I had hoped you’d at least choose me for your only,” and shoved past him without another thought.