there was a chance she would find trouble at the house but she made her way there knowing that her family needed her. she thought about the nights he came home drunk and wreaked havok and hoped things wouldn’t be that bad this time. her mother had called earlier and asked her to come home.
chance? chance just happens. its something that just happens. love happens. by chance. babies happen. by chance. life happens. by chance. everything always happens because of chance. thats it. chance by chance life ends. chance by chance life starts. chance is everything. the opposite being doubt. so take your chance in
There is no chance that I will ever take a chance with you. The chance of that ever happening is so minimal that you don’t have a chance of ever finding out the chance. I would take a chance if there was any chance that you were not going to chance our chance.
random opportunities to refressh good and bad fatal or inspired forget past wrongs fork in the track heads uphill to stunning vistas follow a fresh unworn offtrack
Such a beautiful, lucky word. Even when his ugly voice said it, gruffly coughing out, “Last chance”, I was absolutely entranced. Chance. It meant I still had hope.
It’s all a game of chance, of chances. Games of chances, played right and left until you can’t remember which way is right and if you’ve left enough change on the counter for the next round to be dealt.
It’s up to fate, now, next, then, whenever she’s better off without you pulling on her hair. Game of chance, darling. Games of chances.
my second cousin has a dog named chance. he’s black. i don’t think he likes me. animals in general don’t like me. i think it’s because i get bored of them too easily. i’ll sit and pet them for a few minutes and then walk away. heh. pets don’t like me.
I have a chance to reinvent myself
and i am taking advantage
but not to change
i’m taking this chance to experience life
the way it was meant to be experienced:
in the moment.
Take a chance on the now
live for now
and chance it all
no regrets
By some off chance an awful lot of things can happen. Oh what a difference a split second can make. Had I done this, had I done that, and if only I’d known.
If there was a chance I could go to the dance with you I would. I could pick you up at your house and drive you to school. We could eat some pizza after the dance. You could bring you camera so we could take pictures. How would you like that?
i took a chance on you.
i’ve given us so many, but this is the last one.
no one believes in us. but i do.
this is our last chance. please don’t let me down.
something that i love, really, something that would feel good if i got it accidently! Reminds me of a song by UVERworld with the same name, brings me pleasure and excitement whenever I listen to it! YEAH YEAH YEAH! Gotta take a chance! ^^
Jensen felt foolish “talking” to this disembodied voice. Actually, he felt foolish for thinking that he “could” talk to this voice. Why not just think what he was thinking. After all, he wasn’t even sure he was awake. Maybe none of this was real, he thought. Nonetheless, he thought he’d take the chance. He was willing to try anything to get him out of what or wherever he was.
this is my big chance. my chance to show the world what I am made of. my chance to show everyone that I am more than just the sum of my parts. that I am great.
A single chance is all I ask for in life. A chance to learn. A chance to grow to my full potential. But more often than not, people shut me down without giving me that one shot. Is it so hard to take a moment to give me that chance?
Life takes all its unexpected turns. I met my wife when I put an ad in the paper for a housemate. I think of all the times serious things have happened, by the slightest chance. And also, ponder on how different things could be had things been just slightly different.
What is chance and how much is what we’ve made. I overheard conversations about fate and what can be done that is ours and I thought. It’s not all free will but when it comes down o it it certainly isn’t just chance.
A chance is an opportunity. An opportunity with a short half-life and a nil shot of gain. That’s why the word is so thin coming out of the mouth. Because it’s gone just as easily as it came. Usually used in the context of winning something. Makes sense doesn’t it?
You only need one chance, to fix what’s wrong, to have another go. Try and try again, but chances do not come and go easily. Take advantage of the opportunity when it presents itself; take the chance to become what you know you are capable of becoming.
You wear a coat of armor which is shielding below it a chastity belt, immediately surrounded by small wire fence, where on first examination seems to be quite docile but in fact many thousand volts run like raging rivers through its unseen tributaries. Just outside of this lies buried in coarse gravel, hundreds of mines, some manufactured in factories that produce a service that includes death and dismemberment, some crafted by hand, each contributing to the aforementioned ends. Within sight of this field wielding not crops but seeds of pain, exists a brutal pack of pit bulls, irish wolfhounds, and many other manner of third generation feral and hungry beasts, their innate gentleness systematically bred out from underneath them as one would pull a tablecloth from below many earthenware dishes sitting precariously on a table. On more than one occasion I found myself bearing a pack full of tools, each one necessary and designed to combat this defense or that. I stood just outside of the clearing and watched the feral packs through binoculars, waiting for the right moment to make my move, hoisting many steaks and live rabbits from my bag. The rabbits immediately captured the attention of the more apt guardians, running into then dense forest to chase after them, while the more docile wolfhounds remained steadfast in their charge. A few well placed steaks bought me the time I needed to make my way to the killing fields. Knowing full well the dangers of following me into the deadly gravel, the temporarily sated wolfhounds just stood and watched, soon becoming bored and looking back into the forest beyond the clearing, forgetting me altogether. I gently took from my pack, in three pieces, a collapsible metal detector with a useful full color screen, and quickly snapped the pieces into place. Carefully, I scanned the ground while staring at the small screen, avoiding each carnivorous plant before me. Soon I came to the fence, looking so insignificant with it’s tiny strands connected at intervals with small fence posts. From within my bag I pulled a pair of thick, lined and padded leather gloves and put them on, also pulling out the rubber coated wire-cutters that I would be using on the small wires stretched out in front of me. With a few short snaps the once electrified fence fell to the ground, now inert. I saw you standing before me, statuesque in your defensive vigil. I walked up to you and began dismantling your suit of armor one piece at a time, until you stood before nearly naked except for the last line of defense, your heavily constructed chastity belt, and looked into your eyes. You put up no resistance as I pulled the last item from my bag, a large and very old iron key, which found itself in the only place it was ever meant to be, inside of the keyhole on the rugged metal diaper. It turned easily and, almost as if it was never one piece to begin with, fell into fragments around your feet. You still stood and without any malice stared into my eyes, and I slowly put my arms around your waist, not pulling but easing you into my chest. I closed my eyes and held you, finding myself in the place I had always wished to be but never thought I would actually make it to, and I felt a happiness that overcame me. I never noticed your arms, which up to this point hung harmlessly at your sides, slowly moving up to my shoulders, then finding their place and resting for a moment. As I held you I began to feel the pressure, expecting an embrace, instead feeling a gap open between us as you pushed ever harder, the fault line growing until it ran the length of our bodies, and I saw in your eyes the same look you gave me when I reached your inner circle. You kept pushing and now I was at arms length, feeling the first pangs of despair, the ones that start small but soon cause you to buckle over in pain. You pushed until my arms no longer touched you at all, and you kept pushing. I found myself stepping through the fence, no longer helpless and inert, and my body vibrated with each volt that passed through every pathway in my body leaving a charred and blackened trail wherever it ran. You continued pushing and soon I found myself stepping on the first of many bulbs of death, those that did not grow from the ground magically year after year, but those whose flowers only lasted moments, their bright colors and smells cold be seen for miles. I was broken into piece after piece as you pushed me through your killing fields, until I finally made it through the gravel and back to where I had started. The hounds, having already forgotten their previous meal, found those many pieces of me and began to fight among themselves over me, each eventually finding that there was plenty of me to go around, thus lying down in the grass and chewing the parts of me not already eaten by the others in the frenzy. Now that there was nothing left of me, your arms slowly retracted back to your sides and you armor floated from the ground and remade itself anew. I watched you from the hundred points of view I now possessed and realized for the first time, I had lost my chance before I even had it. You knew your defenses were penetrable and you let me through, only push be back through all of the one by one until it was as if I had never known you at all.
You only get one chance at life. Don’t mess that up. The decisions that we make and chances that we take can show who we are so much. Don’t let anything say who you are, but you.
I took my chance,
Didn’t want it to fade away,
I took my chance,
Wating you to stay,
For I don’tknow what I’d do without you,
I don’t know if I’d survive without you,
That’s why I took my chance,
My one chance to survive with you.
if i had a chance to do something i love, i would definitely take it. chances can come only once in a lifetime and many people ignore it. don’t die with your dreams. live them out. i’ll take that chance.
Chance was the first and last dog I ever owned. Dad ran him over on Christmas Eve. It was an accident, though, so I didn’t hold it against him. Chance was kind of old, anyway.
have the time, perchance? I have nothing but time endless extensions of effervescent entities floating in my brain, tickling serious thoughts to the brink of torture. As chance would have it, that is only in the vast expanse of gray matter…..the time ends as soon as it begins when viewing it through the conscious vision.
hope lost opportunities grab it now! Did I have a chance? Of course I did. The saying ‘you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone’ rings in my ears. What made me need to escape (& more than once)?
I justified two divorces – altho’ I recognised it wasmy fault too.
as the time slowly slips away, a hot impulse fills my body, my mind
I feel as though I must leap because if I do not, I know for certain I will just fall
Chance. Should I give him another one? He’s burned enough bridges, there’s no doubt of that. Chance. What are the possibilities? What are the probable outcomes? Its math class all over again. Except I’m failing in love.
i had a chance with you. i didn’t act on it. i was really shy back then. i wonder if we’d even get along now? that was a really really long time ago. and anyway i’m in love with someone else now. i should have lunch with you or something.
If I had the chance, I’d do it all over again. I still love you and I think I always will. I just wanna hold your hand again. Kiss your lips. I miss you. I miss your scent, and how you’d hug me. I miss your hair, playing with it. I miss making ugly faces with you and having you still call me beautiful. God, I miss you. I know I shouldn’t… But I can’t stop. I wish you’d show up at my door and tell me that you messed up, that you were an idiot, that you were sorry and still loved me.
Emery plucked the petals off a pink blossom. “He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not…”
“You know that’s just a child’s game, right?” Alexandra asked.
“Yes, but there’s always a chance that he may love me.”
will she come? is there hope for me, after all is said and done? lyrics you wrote me, now my thoughts for you. i hope tomorrow gives me i word i can use without reference to you, but i love you.
there was a chance she would find trouble at the house but she made her way there knowing that her family needed her. she thought about the nights he came home drunk and wreaked havok and hoped things wouldn’t be that bad this time. her mother had called earlier and asked her to come home.
chance? chance just happens. its something that just happens. love happens. by chance. babies happen. by chance. life happens. by chance. everything always happens because of chance. thats it. chance by chance life ends. chance by chance life starts. chance is everything. the opposite being doubt. so take your chance in
There is no chance that I will ever take a chance with you. The chance of that ever happening is so minimal that you don’t have a chance of ever finding out the chance. I would take a chance if there was any chance that you were not going to chance our chance.
random opportunities to refressh good and bad fatal or inspired forget past wrongs fork in the track heads uphill to stunning vistas follow a fresh unworn offtrack
Such a beautiful, lucky word. Even when his ugly voice said it, gruffly coughing out, “Last chance”, I was absolutely entranced. Chance. It meant I still had hope.
It’s all a game of chance, of chances. Games of chances, played right and left until you can’t remember which way is right and if you’ve left enough change on the counter for the next round to be dealt.
It’s up to fate, now, next, then, whenever she’s better off without you pulling on her hair. Game of chance, darling. Games of chances.
my second cousin has a dog named chance. he’s black. i don’t think he likes me. animals in general don’t like me. i think it’s because i get bored of them too easily. i’ll sit and pet them for a few minutes and then walk away. heh. pets don’t like me.
I have a chance to reinvent myself
and i am taking advantage
but not to change
i’m taking this chance to experience life
the way it was meant to be experienced:
in the moment.
Take a chance on the now
live for now
and chance it all
no regrets
Take a chance
Seize the day
Don’t waste any oportunities
Use your time well
Cuz time is all we’ve got
1st chance,
2nd chance,
no more chances.
do whats right the first time so that you dont need more than two chances.
it all happened by chance, not choice.
no more chances!
There are some things better left along.
A mystery, per say. Once it is changed, it no longer reflects what originally was.
Every time something is left to it, every time something new happens the outcome is different.
By some off chance an awful lot of things can happen. Oh what a difference a split second can make. Had I done this, had I done that, and if only I’d known.
If there was a chance I could go to the dance with you I would. I could pick you up at your house and drive you to school. We could eat some pizza after the dance. You could bring you camera so we could take pictures. How would you like that?
i took a chance on you.
i’ve given us so many, but this is the last one.
no one believes in us. but i do.
this is our last chance. please don’t let me down.
something that i love, really, something that would feel good if i got it accidently! Reminds me of a song by UVERworld with the same name, brings me pleasure and excitement whenever I listen to it! YEAH YEAH YEAH! Gotta take a chance! ^^
Don’t we all wish we had a chance to escape somewhere else for our personal reason?
Jensen felt foolish “talking” to this disembodied voice. Actually, he felt foolish for thinking that he “could” talk to this voice. Why not just think what he was thinking. After all, he wasn’t even sure he was awake. Maybe none of this was real, he thought. Nonetheless, he thought he’d take the chance. He was willing to try anything to get him out of what or wherever he was.
this is my big chance. my chance to show the world what I am made of. my chance to show everyone that I am more than just the sum of my parts. that I am great.
A single chance is all I ask for in life. A chance to learn. A chance to grow to my full potential. But more often than not, people shut me down without giving me that one shot. Is it so hard to take a moment to give me that chance?
Life takes all its unexpected turns. I met my wife when I put an ad in the paper for a housemate. I think of all the times serious things have happened, by the slightest chance. And also, ponder on how different things could be had things been just slightly different.
A chance meeting. A chance to make it right. A chance to do it over. A chance to live. A chance to breathe. A chance to be free. A chance to love.
A chance.
Just one chance.
What is chance and how much is what we’ve made. I overheard conversations about fate and what can be done that is ours and I thought. It’s not all free will but when it comes down o it it certainly isn’t just chance.
A chance is an opportunity. An opportunity with a short half-life and a nil shot of gain. That’s why the word is so thin coming out of the mouth. Because it’s gone just as easily as it came. Usually used in the context of winning something. Makes sense doesn’t it?
You only need one chance, to fix what’s wrong, to have another go. Try and try again, but chances do not come and go easily. Take advantage of the opportunity when it presents itself; take the chance to become what you know you are capable of becoming.
his name turns to clouds on my tongue.
a passing touch, half-remembered but warm, and
deep eyes in the gloom, brighter than
sunlight.
these moments are all i have left; i grasp for them in stuttering
breaths, in
arthritis afflicted hands.
You wear a coat of armor which is shielding below it a chastity belt, immediately surrounded by small wire fence, where on first examination seems to be quite docile but in fact many thousand volts run like raging rivers through its unseen tributaries. Just outside of this lies buried in coarse gravel, hundreds of mines, some manufactured in factories that produce a service that includes death and dismemberment, some crafted by hand, each contributing to the aforementioned ends. Within sight of this field wielding not crops but seeds of pain, exists a brutal pack of pit bulls, irish wolfhounds, and many other manner of third generation feral and hungry beasts, their innate gentleness systematically bred out from underneath them as one would pull a tablecloth from below many earthenware dishes sitting precariously on a table. On more than one occasion I found myself bearing a pack full of tools, each one necessary and designed to combat this defense or that. I stood just outside of the clearing and watched the feral packs through binoculars, waiting for the right moment to make my move, hoisting many steaks and live rabbits from my bag. The rabbits immediately captured the attention of the more apt guardians, running into then dense forest to chase after them, while the more docile wolfhounds remained steadfast in their charge. A few well placed steaks bought me the time I needed to make my way to the killing fields. Knowing full well the dangers of following me into the deadly gravel, the temporarily sated wolfhounds just stood and watched, soon becoming bored and looking back into the forest beyond the clearing, forgetting me altogether. I gently took from my pack, in three pieces, a collapsible metal detector with a useful full color screen, and quickly snapped the pieces into place. Carefully, I scanned the ground while staring at the small screen, avoiding each carnivorous plant before me. Soon I came to the fence, looking so insignificant with it’s tiny strands connected at intervals with small fence posts. From within my bag I pulled a pair of thick, lined and padded leather gloves and put them on, also pulling out the rubber coated wire-cutters that I would be using on the small wires stretched out in front of me. With a few short snaps the once electrified fence fell to the ground, now inert. I saw you standing before me, statuesque in your defensive vigil. I walked up to you and began dismantling your suit of armor one piece at a time, until you stood before nearly naked except for the last line of defense, your heavily constructed chastity belt, and looked into your eyes. You put up no resistance as I pulled the last item from my bag, a large and very old iron key, which found itself in the only place it was ever meant to be, inside of the keyhole on the rugged metal diaper. It turned easily and, almost as if it was never one piece to begin with, fell into fragments around your feet. You still stood and without any malice stared into my eyes, and I slowly put my arms around your waist, not pulling but easing you into my chest. I closed my eyes and held you, finding myself in the place I had always wished to be but never thought I would actually make it to, and I felt a happiness that overcame me. I never noticed your arms, which up to this point hung harmlessly at your sides, slowly moving up to my shoulders, then finding their place and resting for a moment. As I held you I began to feel the pressure, expecting an embrace, instead feeling a gap open between us as you pushed ever harder, the fault line growing until it ran the length of our bodies, and I saw in your eyes the same look you gave me when I reached your inner circle. You kept pushing and now I was at arms length, feeling the first pangs of despair, the ones that start small but soon cause you to buckle over in pain. You pushed until my arms no longer touched you at all, and you kept pushing. I found myself stepping through the fence, no longer helpless and inert, and my body vibrated with each volt that passed through every pathway in my body leaving a charred and blackened trail wherever it ran. You continued pushing and soon I found myself stepping on the first of many bulbs of death, those that did not grow from the ground magically year after year, but those whose flowers only lasted moments, their bright colors and smells cold be seen for miles. I was broken into piece after piece as you pushed me through your killing fields, until I finally made it through the gravel and back to where I had started. The hounds, having already forgotten their previous meal, found those many pieces of me and began to fight among themselves over me, each eventually finding that there was plenty of me to go around, thus lying down in the grass and chewing the parts of me not already eaten by the others in the frenzy. Now that there was nothing left of me, your arms slowly retracted back to your sides and you armor floated from the ground and remade itself anew. I watched you from the hundred points of view I now possessed and realized for the first time, I had lost my chance before I even had it. You knew your defenses were penetrable and you let me through, only push be back through all of the one by one until it was as if I had never known you at all.
I feel so hopeless. I don’t have a chance. I try and try, but nothing happens. Give me a chance.
You only get one chance at life. Don’t mess that up. The decisions that we make and chances that we take can show who we are so much. Don’t let anything say who you are, but you.
i loved to have a chance!!!!
I took my chance,
Didn’t want it to fade away,
I took my chance,
Wating you to stay,
For I don’tknow what I’d do without you,
I don’t know if I’d survive without you,
That’s why I took my chance,
My one chance to survive with you.
if i had a chance to do something i love, i would definitely take it. chances can come only once in a lifetime and many people ignore it. don’t die with your dreams. live them out. i’ll take that chance.
Chance was the first and last dog I ever owned. Dad ran him over on Christmas Eve. It was an accident, though, so I didn’t hold it against him. Chance was kind of old, anyway.
have the time, perchance? I have nothing but time endless extensions of effervescent entities floating in my brain, tickling serious thoughts to the brink of torture. As chance would have it, that is only in the vast expanse of gray matter…..the time ends as soon as it begins when viewing it through the conscious vision.
hope lost opportunities grab it now! Did I have a chance? Of course I did. The saying ‘you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone’ rings in my ears. What made me need to escape (& more than once)?
I justified two divorces – altho’ I recognised it wasmy fault too.
as the time slowly slips away, a hot impulse fills my body, my mind
I feel as though I must leap because if I do not, I know for certain I will just fall
Chance. Should I give him another one? He’s burned enough bridges, there’s no doubt of that. Chance. What are the possibilities? What are the probable outcomes? Its math class all over again. Except I’m failing in love.
i had a chance with you. i didn’t act on it. i was really shy back then. i wonder if we’d even get along now? that was a really really long time ago. and anyway i’m in love with someone else now. i should have lunch with you or something.
If I had the chance, I’d do it all over again. I still love you and I think I always will. I just wanna hold your hand again. Kiss your lips. I miss you. I miss your scent, and how you’d hug me. I miss your hair, playing with it. I miss making ugly faces with you and having you still call me beautiful. God, I miss you. I know I shouldn’t… But I can’t stop. I wish you’d show up at my door and tell me that you messed up, that you were an idiot, that you were sorry and still loved me.
Emery plucked the petals off a pink blossom. “He loves me, he loves me not. He loves me, he loves me not…”
“You know that’s just a child’s game, right?” Alexandra asked.
“Yes, but there’s always a chance that he may love me.”
will she come? is there hope for me, after all is said and done? lyrics you wrote me, now my thoughts for you. i hope tomorrow gives me i word i can use without reference to you, but i love you.