There is a combination of things that make my soul weep and delight. I crave the coziness of a home that I can call my own–a place where I can rest. I can come in from the weary world and set down my burdens outside my front door. Take of my shoes–wiggle my toes because the freedom feels so good. I can make whatever I want in the place that is my own. I crave that place, that walk through into another world. Maybe it will happen. Someday.
Combination’s are so common and yet perfect ones are so rare. Yet in that instant when you realize a combo is perfect, you know that no matter what happens. You always have something to smile about no matter what happens after wards. Love..
a bunch of things put together in one place. sometimes it can contain a various amount of things of different varieties. people naturally enjoy combinations of things. I see combinations as positive things. yeah! :D
I dont want to do that combination of steps. When is dance class going to be over? Sometimes I just want to leave the floor, take off my shoes, and never, ever do it again. But sometimes I love those turns, the waltzes, moving across the flor floating, dreaming breathing, loving. But sometimes.. yeah,, sometimes I dont love it as much. Jumps, pushing. why is the combination there?
There are a number of things to be said about this word. when you combine things like elements you might end up with a brand new substance from the combination entirely by accdent. Many things have been discovered due to a combination of events , for example, Newton discovered gravity from the combination of relaxingunder a tree and being hit on the head by an apple. He’s lucky it wasn’t a coconut as more of these kill people every year than traffic accidents. Imagine if Newton had died discovering gravity, we would know nothing about it and would all be having difficulty sticking around. After all, if nobody discovers something does that mean it doesn;t exist? just like the tree falling in the woods. All these are a combination of random events.
the perfect combination is whiskey and ginger wine, though blackberry and apple is a close second. the soft and sensuous blending of flavour on your tongue creates something that is greater than the sum of its parts. this is no mean feat. how many relationships founder because the individuals are dynamic but the combination is flawed.
I feel fear, but I also feel fire in the form of a burning, rolling mass of love. I wanted to touch him,to find out I’m not the only one who feels this way. At the same time, his eyes- shrouded in a darkness- make me want to cringe away.
its the combination of things…
you did not ask me to change
but i did
i did not want to change but i did…
you then left me…
and then here i was
changed…
i did not know who i was
there was so much time that i spent with you
i did not know what to do with it all
i had changed
i missed the old me..
but here i was.
lost
and well you left me.
i did for me
to be happy
it was a combination of things
and i did not know that you would leave me
but you left
and i had changed.
The worse combination is toothpaste and coca cola. It is DISGUSTING! I love Coca-Cola, but it tastes like shit when mixed with minty flavor. Another bad combination is boys and girls. They cause trouble.
Combination is a word that means absolutely nothing to me. Nothing. Is it that surprising? Combination……..see the problem is that sometimes even when you write without thinking, you find out that nothing is there. No, I know that somewhere inside me there are 13 drops of wine. There is life.
You are the perfect combination; your mother’s face and your father’s features, your mother’s grace and your father’s height, your mother’s chromosome and your father’s chromosome. Genetically, you are a unique combination of dominant and recessive traits, of genotype and phenotype that no one can imitate, of ons and offs like an eternal switchboard unlike any other ever made. You are just the right combination of sweet and sour, of right and wrong, of sacred and spoiled. You are a complex combination of passions and interests, of features and ideals, a magical melange of personality that is just you. You are wonderful. You are beautiful. You are perfect.
The fruition of two unlike things put together. Sometimes they’re highly unlikely, but actually fit quite well, like an unlikely couple. Sometimes barely discernible. Combo for short.
All these factors, all these strange little combinations that separately do nothing for me but all mashed together and laced with heart and big eyes and a sweet smile. It changes something in me, maybe it’s a chemical imbalance. Maybe it’s just the way you look when you say my name.
Addition of pieces that have split apart in your life. A merging of two emotions that feel just right. Harmony, bliss, together with war, and spite: What do we really have? Life. Simply, Life.
I have a combination lock on my locker at school. It confuses me how people don’t understand them. They seem so simple, yet have such a complicated name…Oh well, a combination of locks would just be a disaster on a locker. People have enough trouble with one lock….
Combination is something that is used in many subjects. We use combination in math while adding and also while using probability. We also use combination in science when we combine materials during experiments. While writing and spelling we use combination of letters to make words and then we combine these words to make sentences. Combination is used while cooking when we combine ingredients together to make food. We combine things everyday without really evening thinking of the word combination.
You and me. Together. I want a perfect combination, yet all I’ve been given are recipes for disaster. When will the perfect recipe come? I mean, the epitome of gourmet desserts! It’s not that I haven’t found you yet, but I haven’t even fully unraveled the ingredients of my own persona!
I don’t like anything
about being an adult.
I don’t care about
not being angry about little things,
being able to smoke
and party
and have to wear high heeled shoes
and shutup when you’re
angry at your boss
and write papers
the way other people like them,
not how you want them.
I don’t fucking care about
acting like an adult,
being “composed.”
Why? What for?
Is there a reason
to bottle up all of this anger and frustration
so that one day it will all come out
as I throw shoes,
flying at my significant other?
This poem is probably flawed,
it’s probably very poorly written.
It’s probably so wishy washy
and misunderstood
that barely anyone will care about it.
But I care a lot,
and it’s my fucking writing.
And it makes sense to me.
No one else can make sense
of my sense it seems.
I guess I’ll just fucking live with it.
Why should anyone
be an adult.
there was a combination of ketchup and mustard so delicious i cuold hardly think to eat. i wasnted to see aliens too but the bulb was too bright and the speanish speakers went to the moon too and we never had the chance to fall in love. i had black hair and i didnt love anyone at t
the combination on a lock to open the door to paradise
the combination of good and evil to make normalcy
life is a combination of random events
a jumbled mish-mash of this and that
the combination of two people to make one.
Combinations of DNA, combinations of personalities, combinations of items of clothing. Whether things fit like a puzzle or clash like Titans, there is one combination that will stick with you for the rest of your life and make you happy. If there’s any word to sum up life, love and ageing, this is it.
My thoughts were mixed with a combination of confusion and sadness; do I do it? My mind battled with itself, fighting back and forth. Both sides had valid arguments. But my mind wouldn’t stop fighting as it reiterated the same points. Over and over. The cycle was repetitive and sleep seemed ever so distant.
Left right, uppercut. The combinations sped through my head faster than a Japanese kid’s game of Dance Dance revolution. Left left duck upercut dodge. The adrenaline rips through my body, giving me that extra boost I need to take him down. How’d I end up on the floor?
La combinación de colores que más me gusta es el azul y el naranja. Un ex novio decía que él me veía como naranja y yo a él como azul. Me resulta un poco vergonzoso el hecho de que, aun el día de hoy, sea la combinación que más me gusta en todo el mundo
It’s a combination of power and mercy, of passion and lust, of contradictions and harmony, of love and hate. You can’t hold it, you can’t understand it. It’s not within your realm of understanding, or within the limits of your logic. It’s freedom, it’s misery, it’s ecstasy.
There are many colors you can combine to make another color. One of my very favorite color combinations are blue and red to make purple. I like to think about this in relation to people and how they can mix to form new identities.
you and me. in perfect harmony. the perfect consistency. the perfect mixture. the perfect duo. the perfect pair. the perfect formula. the perfect combination.
Combination, any grouping of two or more objects, concepts, people. They say living beings work better together, get more work done in less amount of time and effort. But see, I’ve never been good around others.
a mixture of colors and laughter, dancing and swirling around each other in the light of the moon. how lovely they were, even basking in their own light, radiating off of them as they glowed with contentment.
the pair would never separate for they had no reason to neglect the other. and so they danced, from dream to dream, simply existing to serve one another and let the children’s dreams rinse away their day-time troubles
combination of factors go into writing this damned research paper that is due in four weeks. combination of factors go into thinking of what i should actually write about. combo of things that will make me go insane while writing this paper. combo of things that will make me throw my computer out of the window.
A combination of memories floods my brain, and I can’t think straight. Two relationships collide and I wish I could remember everything, take it all in, but I can’t. Maybe even take it all back–I wouldn’t know. A combination of criticisms flood my brain; too fat, not good enough, we’re sorry. A combination of scenarios flood my brain, but the script never follows with what I wish would happen.
It was a combination of things, actually, not any single one thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong.
I had the first feeling after I saw him fall flat on his face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.
There is a combination of things that make my soul weep and delight. I crave the coziness of a home that I can call my own–a place where I can rest. I can come in from the weary world and set down my burdens outside my front door. Take of my shoes–wiggle my toes because the freedom feels so good. I can make whatever I want in the place that is my own. I crave that place, that walk through into another world. Maybe it will happen. Someday.
Combination’s are so common and yet perfect ones are so rare. Yet in that instant when you realize a combo is perfect, you know that no matter what happens. You always have something to smile about no matter what happens after wards. Love..
Life is a combination of Me and You
It is an integration of hearts thats tru
a bunch of things put together in one place. sometimes it can contain a various amount of things of different varieties. people naturally enjoy combinations of things. I see combinations as positive things. yeah! :D
I dont want to do that combination of steps. When is dance class going to be over? Sometimes I just want to leave the floor, take off my shoes, and never, ever do it again. But sometimes I love those turns, the waltzes, moving across the flor floating, dreaming breathing, loving. But sometimes.. yeah,, sometimes I dont love it as much. Jumps, pushing. why is the combination there?
There are a number of things to be said about this word. when you combine things like elements you might end up with a brand new substance from the combination entirely by accdent. Many things have been discovered due to a combination of events , for example, Newton discovered gravity from the combination of relaxingunder a tree and being hit on the head by an apple. He’s lucky it wasn’t a coconut as more of these kill people every year than traffic accidents. Imagine if Newton had died discovering gravity, we would know nothing about it and would all be having difficulty sticking around. After all, if nobody discovers something does that mean it doesn;t exist? just like the tree falling in the woods. All these are a combination of random events.
The combination of a sadist in you and the masochist in me was lethal and apparent right form the start.
the perfect combination is whiskey and ginger wine, though blackberry and apple is a close second. the soft and sensuous blending of flavour on your tongue creates something that is greater than the sum of its parts. this is no mean feat. how many relationships founder because the individuals are dynamic but the combination is flawed.
I feel fear, but I also feel fire in the form of a burning, rolling mass of love. I wanted to touch him,to find out I’m not the only one who feels this way. At the same time, his eyes- shrouded in a darkness- make me want to cringe away.
its the combination of things…
you did not ask me to change
but i did
i did not want to change but i did…
you then left me…
and then here i was
changed…
i did not know who i was
there was so much time that i spent with you
i did not know what to do with it all
i had changed
i missed the old me..
but here i was.
lost
and well you left me.
i did for me
to be happy
it was a combination of things
and i did not know that you would leave me
but you left
and i had changed.
The worse combination is toothpaste and coca cola. It is DISGUSTING! I love Coca-Cola, but it tastes like shit when mixed with minty flavor. Another bad combination is boys and girls. They cause trouble.
Combination is a word that means absolutely nothing to me. Nothing. Is it that surprising? Combination……..see the problem is that sometimes even when you write without thinking, you find out that nothing is there. No, I know that somewhere inside me there are 13 drops of wine. There is life.
You are the perfect combination; your mother’s face and your father’s features, your mother’s grace and your father’s height, your mother’s chromosome and your father’s chromosome. Genetically, you are a unique combination of dominant and recessive traits, of genotype and phenotype that no one can imitate, of ons and offs like an eternal switchboard unlike any other ever made. You are just the right combination of sweet and sour, of right and wrong, of sacred and spoiled. You are a complex combination of passions and interests, of features and ideals, a magical melange of personality that is just you. You are wonderful. You are beautiful. You are perfect.
The fruition of two unlike things put together. Sometimes they’re highly unlikely, but actually fit quite well, like an unlikely couple. Sometimes barely discernible. Combo for short.
All these factors, all these strange little combinations that separately do nothing for me but all mashed together and laced with heart and big eyes and a sweet smile. It changes something in me, maybe it’s a chemical imbalance. Maybe it’s just the way you look when you say my name.
Addition of pieces that have split apart in your life. A merging of two emotions that feel just right. Harmony, bliss, together with war, and spite: What do we really have? Life. Simply, Life.
I have a combination lock on my locker at school. It confuses me how people don’t understand them. They seem so simple, yet have such a complicated name…Oh well, a combination of locks would just be a disaster on a locker. People have enough trouble with one lock….
Combination is something that is used in many subjects. We use combination in math while adding and also while using probability. We also use combination in science when we combine materials during experiments. While writing and spelling we use combination of letters to make words and then we combine these words to make sentences. Combination is used while cooking when we combine ingredients together to make food. We combine things everyday without really evening thinking of the word combination.
You and me. Together. I want a perfect combination, yet all I’ve been given are recipes for disaster. When will the perfect recipe come? I mean, the epitome of gourmet desserts! It’s not that I haven’t found you yet, but I haven’t even fully unraveled the ingredients of my own persona!
I don’t like anything
about being an adult.
I don’t care about
not being angry about little things,
being able to smoke
and party
and have to wear high heeled shoes
and shutup when you’re
angry at your boss
and write papers
the way other people like them,
not how you want them.
I don’t fucking care about
acting like an adult,
being “composed.”
Why? What for?
Is there a reason
to bottle up all of this anger and frustration
so that one day it will all come out
as I throw shoes,
flying at my significant other?
This poem is probably flawed,
it’s probably very poorly written.
It’s probably so wishy washy
and misunderstood
that barely anyone will care about it.
But I care a lot,
and it’s my fucking writing.
And it makes sense to me.
No one else can make sense
of my sense it seems.
I guess I’ll just fucking live with it.
Why should anyone
be an adult.
there was a combination of ketchup and mustard so delicious i cuold hardly think to eat. i wasnted to see aliens too but the bulb was too bright and the speanish speakers went to the moon too and we never had the chance to fall in love. i had black hair and i didnt love anyone at t
the combination on a lock to open the door to paradise
the combination of good and evil to make normalcy
life is a combination of random events
a jumbled mish-mash of this and that
the combination of two people to make one.
Combination means get something together, unite something, and combine something. Combination could be used anywhere and anytime.
The combination of all of the intelligence in the human species is enough to make heaven on Earth. The only problem is our talents are under utilized.
A combination of confusion and joy is what is running through me today. How will things work out when I wake up, will these nerves go away….?
Combinations of DNA, combinations of personalities, combinations of items of clothing. Whether things fit like a puzzle or clash like Titans, there is one combination that will stick with you for the rest of your life and make you happy. If there’s any word to sum up life, love and ageing, this is it.
My thoughts were mixed with a combination of confusion and sadness; do I do it? My mind battled with itself, fighting back and forth. Both sides had valid arguments. But my mind wouldn’t stop fighting as it reiterated the same points. Over and over. The cycle was repetitive and sleep seemed ever so distant.
Left right, uppercut. The combinations sped through my head faster than a Japanese kid’s game of Dance Dance revolution. Left left duck upercut dodge. The adrenaline rips through my body, giving me that extra boost I need to take him down. How’d I end up on the floor?
La combinación de colores que más me gusta es el azul y el naranja. Un ex novio decía que él me veía como naranja y yo a él como azul. Me resulta un poco vergonzoso el hecho de que, aun el día de hoy, sea la combinación que más me gusta en todo el mundo
Me and you. The perfect combination. Like heaven and angels. Chocolates and strawberries. Ebony and ivory. Ice cream and waffles. < + 3 = <3
It’s a combination of power and mercy, of passion and lust, of contradictions and harmony, of love and hate. You can’t hold it, you can’t understand it. It’s not within your realm of understanding, or within the limits of your logic. It’s freedom, it’s misery, it’s ecstasy.
It’s you.
There are many colors you can combine to make another color. One of my very favorite color combinations are blue and red to make purple. I like to think about this in relation to people and how they can mix to form new identities.
you and me. in perfect harmony. the perfect consistency. the perfect mixture. the perfect duo. the perfect pair. the perfect formula. the perfect combination.
Combination, any grouping of two or more objects, concepts, people. They say living beings work better together, get more work done in less amount of time and effort. But see, I’ve never been good around others.
a mixture of colors and laughter, dancing and swirling around each other in the light of the moon. how lovely they were, even basking in their own light, radiating off of them as they glowed with contentment.
the pair would never separate for they had no reason to neglect the other. and so they danced, from dream to dream, simply existing to serve one another and let the children’s dreams rinse away their day-time troubles
combination of factors go into writing this damned research paper that is due in four weeks. combination of factors go into thinking of what i should actually write about. combo of things that will make me go insane while writing this paper. combo of things that will make me throw my computer out of the window.
A combination of memories floods my brain, and I can’t think straight. Two relationships collide and I wish I could remember everything, take it all in, but I can’t. Maybe even take it all back–I wouldn’t know. A combination of criticisms flood my brain; too fat, not good enough, we’re sorry. A combination of scenarios flood my brain, but the script never follows with what I wish would happen.
It was a combination of things, actually, not any single one thing. I had some clue and inkling that something bad was going to happen and when it did, then I realized that something else was going to go wrong.
I had the first feeling after I saw him fall flat on his face for the second time that day. Knowing Stocker as I did, I thought it was odd the first time and very wrong the second time. He had a knack for keeping his cards well hidden and well played. I thought perhaps, that he might have played the wrong card for the first time in his entire life.
Combine your thoughts with mine
Read between the lines of my lips
Know that I see you.
I know you.
We combine.
I couldn’t open my locker. I’d forgotten the combination. 36-34-05? 43-36-16? Shit.