i need to compile every fragment of my being together. i want to collaborate everything i’ve ever known and ever been and ever seen and ever thought of to be present in this moment, today. i need to utilize my innermost thoughts and dreams and goals. i want to be more than who i am, and i know that the power is within me. i’m not sure why it took the word ‘combine’ to make me think of that, but alas. i don’t understand anything about me.
combine your life with God. Make sure every day you are walking the way that God has comanded, that you feel Him in every heart beat you will be One with Him. This is how to have true happiness.
Suddenly at peace, aware of my surroundings and willing to match and combine my energy and willingness to the task at hand. Moving forward I take everything in stride as I realize this present really is a gift.
You have one inexplicably divine soul
You have another simply eloquent being
But what comes of the combination of the two?
The multitude of results..
In the end
Would they be happier together or would they just crumble?
Does perfection mean happiness or are we just reaching for the impossible.
To combine honey with tea. To combine sugar with milk. It’s thought of with such little regard, the word “combine”, without any of us fully realizing the impact it has in our lives. To combine, can mean so many different things that the majority of us stop to actually think just what meaning that word could possess. to combine honey with tea, to combine sugar with milk. Or to combine one life, one soul, with the essence and purpose of another’s.
I wish there was a website that can combine Tumblr, Twitter, and Youtube. That would be one hell of a website. And I wish that I could combine nutella and something fat free to make me healthier, because I’m not very healthy, except that I drink water a lot during the day. God help me.
usuually a word used when baking or cooking something….tends to be next to other words such as butter and salt or sugar and flour… you combine to things and make it one…kind of like a couple also…they are combines, their lives habits, every day rutines and combine everything turning almost into one single same person.
I was laying on my bed. Trying to combine my dreams with my thoughts. I never knew those two things could be combined. It was lovely. The boy of my dreams, was the boy I was in love with in real life. Oh my, was he perfect.
when they combined their skills, they created beautiful art. as they finished, they stepped away and looked at the canvas. there, lo and behold, angel wings and a red handprint loomed.
i want to put it all together. the colors, the tone, the beauty seeps into my pores and outstands my wildest fantasies. TO create such a spectacle would be breathtaking – life altering. But who can create a vision so perfect as to oppose the works of our lord himself? I am my lord, you are my lord, we are all combined. Is this your body? Is this your mind? Am i my own, or merely an optical illusion created by the complexity or your energy? Who’s to say? Who’s to understand?
“I couldn’t!” I screamed, squirming away and giggled.
“Please? I’ve always wanted to see it happen!” Kenneth exclaim anxiously.
Combining gummy bears was a tricky operation.
It was a snowy day, and that combined with my frosty state of mind. I was not feeling sociable, or friendly. My mother drove me crazy on the daily. She never looked at me like I was there, and spoke to me as if I was one of her real estate clients. She wore her headset as if it was essential to breathing.
I started out titled ‘leader,’
‘Protector,’ ‘provider,’
Guardian of my brethren –
Elderly responsibility,
But discovered soon my
Ideas of what they needed failed to coincide
With their own; with complexity,
Then, I began my transformation,
Instead of volunteering to provide,
I sat, alert, patient, poised
Jumping at almost any noise
Beckoning a want, a need
For advice, or action of love from me;
Eventually,
I reacted so fast,
I completed the task,
Without them having at all to ask,
Scanning each waking scene
With hawklike precision, scoping
In on unmade lunches, undone homework,
Untaken baths, unanswered questions,
Uncried laughs, unwept tears,
Descending from my peak of perception,
Hovering in the invisible mist
Of my personal atmosphere,
Immune, unaffected by
My own gravity,
And, mind sharp as the talons
Of the heavenly fishermen,
Forever flying right,
Tearing my prey from its mortal existence,
Ripping it to bite-size niblets,
Swallowing them all,
Tears, worries, queries, concerns and cares
Alike; now, you wish me only hover,
Point, and share
With others purporting themselves birds,
But not of my same flock,
What prey there is, and where,
But I am of the air,
Ever shifting, ever changing, ever dancing,
Ever aware, but never simply ‘there;’
And you, you stand, and point, and glare
When fish upstream still leap
From their waters,
Inattentive, unaware,
Of the ever-growing heap
We’ve put to rest upon the river bank.
If only we could thank
Each other for all
We do combined, and not expect
Complete perfection in either,
But rather just respect.
I combine rage with rage. Fiery. Fuming. Anger does not suffice for the feeling. I am damned for eternity for the rage I possess, or the rage that possesses me.
Mix baking powder with vinegar, she said. It’ll have no reaction, she said.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Raymond knew this now as the mixture spilled on his clothing, staining it permanently. There was a reason baking soda was in fabric detergent. It felt cold in the science room; it was tempting to go into a locker and get his pink leather jacket.
The freaking combine is so fast. Look at that corn fly.
“Wow, this is the best.” thinks the farmer.
He made so much money he didn’t have to work ever again. It was a good day for the farmer. He would remember it forever and ever.
To bring together, never forget, and always remember everything that has ever meant so much meaning to you, so much meaning… It breaks your heart to think what life would possibly be like without this here, and the very thought actually somewhat scares you so deeply, scars you so very emotionally…
two things that you put together. it doesnt have to be similar, it can be of two completely different things, person, objects, anything. mix is a synonym.
Combine your hands to your feet, your head to your toe, your third eye to your frontal lobe, combine your senses and your chakrahs; metaphysically mold your daydreams into a subconcious force. Beneath these bones is a heartbeat, and your world rotates on the tip of your quartz eye; combine into love and light and expression. We pretend we look out on the world, and the inner being is in vapid stasis behind glass eyeballs. All is a word meaning whole; whole is a word meaning entirety; entirety entertains the space around, in, above, below. Combine.
Combine. My first thought is words that it rhymes with: columbine, confine, wine. to combine things is to put things together in harmony. they are not forced together. such as blending or combining colors.
How can you combine a working life with everything else you need to do to hold life together. There is a limit, there is only so much you can juggle and keep in the air at one time. Do I set the limit of how many is too much? Do I set the expectations of what is needed in life, or are these balls handed or thrown to me? Who tells me the rules and taught me to juggle? Is juggling priorities just a way to avoid facing life head on, an excuse for not following a chosen path?
As this minute stretched on, the seconds ticking, the echo of the bell resounding like a distant memory, I have had an epithany. I have dropped the minute ball and I will drop more balls along the way. They can be my breadcrumbs back if I need them, but I will find my path to the sun.
Combine reminds me of coming together like in harmony and peace. You combine your feelings with someone elses when you fight to resolve your differences. That is what I think of when I see the word combine
combine, we need to combine our efforts and get this job done. It can be done alone, it takes the creativity of this guy, the gusto of that guy, the sympathy of the guy and the no non sense style of that girl.
It’s time for you to combine. It’s time for this combination to end, and for a new one to be forged. I promise you’ll like this one better. Just a head’s up though…she’ll hate it.
It was a combination of thoughts and word, speeches memorized, and talks categorized. It wasn’t private, it was never supposed to be. This particular combination was to be shared with the masses, to incite a riot, incite a fire, incite a feeling. This was her speech, and this was the only chance she was going to get. She’d be damned if this didn’t spur something.
combining our personalities was going to be hard but we have to do it to keep the mission going. one day it will mean something and i will look back at it and know that it was right
We started to combine our thoughts to fix the problem… I couldnt think of how to solve it or end it. It just kept going and going. I started to think really hard before i did something rash
A combine is a farming machine, but can also be a verb, meaning to put things together. To combine or not to combine? Maybe keep it simple and leave the elements alone.
Combining foods is fun, especially in a smoothie or creating delicious meals.
For some, a relief.
For most, a challenge.
To share responsibility
To trust others with something that matters to you
To believe in someone else
It’s not easy.
My hatred for you combined with my love for you has left my body in ruins. I can now no longer distinguish between the two and I am being ripped apart from the inside out. I know not what to do.
He was never able to combine the thoughts in his head to the ones that were coming out of his mouth. They flowed out, even if he meant something else. He wanted them to understand, but it never seemed like they would.
for all things are one in the universe and we are in all things. this world has no beginning or end but a constant thread through and around which flows all knowledge and emotion. we stray and feel pain. we flow and are one with everything.
combine.
i need to compile every fragment of my being together. i want to collaborate everything i’ve ever known and ever been and ever seen and ever thought of to be present in this moment, today. i need to utilize my innermost thoughts and dreams and goals. i want to be more than who i am, and i know that the power is within me. i’m not sure why it took the word ‘combine’ to make me think of that, but alas. i don’t understand anything about me.
combine your life with God. Make sure every day you are walking the way that God has comanded, that you feel Him in every heart beat you will be One with Him. This is how to have true happiness.
Chemicals combine to form compounds far different from their original forms. Can people do this too?
Is it weird if I like to combine popcorn and malted milk balls? When I was a twenty-something and used
Suddenly at peace, aware of my surroundings and willing to match and combine my energy and willingness to the task at hand. Moving forward I take everything in stride as I realize this present really is a gift.
You have one inexplicably divine soul
You have another simply eloquent being
But what comes of the combination of the two?
The multitude of results..
In the end
Would they be happier together or would they just crumble?
Does perfection mean happiness or are we just reaching for the impossible.
To combine honey with tea. To combine sugar with milk. It’s thought of with such little regard, the word “combine”, without any of us fully realizing the impact it has in our lives. To combine, can mean so many different things that the majority of us stop to actually think just what meaning that word could possess. to combine honey with tea, to combine sugar with milk. Or to combine one life, one soul, with the essence and purpose of another’s.
I wish there was a website that can combine Tumblr, Twitter, and Youtube. That would be one hell of a website. And I wish that I could combine nutella and something fat free to make me healthier, because I’m not very healthy, except that I drink water a lot during the day. God help me.
usuually a word used when baking or cooking something….tends to be next to other words such as butter and salt or sugar and flour… you combine to things and make it one…kind of like a couple also…they are combines, their lives habits, every day rutines and combine everything turning almost into one single same person.
I was laying on my bed. Trying to combine my dreams with my thoughts. I never knew those two things could be combined. It was lovely. The boy of my dreams, was the boy I was in love with in real life. Oh my, was he perfect.
when they combined their skills, they created beautiful art. as they finished, they stepped away and looked at the canvas. there, lo and behold, angel wings and a red handprint loomed.
i want to put it all together. the colors, the tone, the beauty seeps into my pores and outstands my wildest fantasies. TO create such a spectacle would be breathtaking – life altering. But who can create a vision so perfect as to oppose the works of our lord himself? I am my lord, you are my lord, we are all combined. Is this your body? Is this your mind? Am i my own, or merely an optical illusion created by the complexity or your energy? Who’s to say? Who’s to understand?
“I couldn’t!” I screamed, squirming away and giggled.
“Please? I’ve always wanted to see it happen!” Kenneth exclaim anxiously.
Combining gummy bears was a tricky operation.
It was a snowy day, and that combined with my frosty state of mind. I was not feeling sociable, or friendly. My mother drove me crazy on the daily. She never looked at me like I was there, and spoke to me as if I was one of her real estate clients. She wore her headset as if it was essential to breathing.
I started out titled ‘leader,’
‘Protector,’ ‘provider,’
Guardian of my brethren –
Elderly responsibility,
But discovered soon my
Ideas of what they needed failed to coincide
With their own; with complexity,
Then, I began my transformation,
Instead of volunteering to provide,
I sat, alert, patient, poised
Jumping at almost any noise
Beckoning a want, a need
For advice, or action of love from me;
Eventually,
I reacted so fast,
I completed the task,
Without them having at all to ask,
Scanning each waking scene
With hawklike precision, scoping
In on unmade lunches, undone homework,
Untaken baths, unanswered questions,
Uncried laughs, unwept tears,
Descending from my peak of perception,
Hovering in the invisible mist
Of my personal atmosphere,
Immune, unaffected by
My own gravity,
And, mind sharp as the talons
Of the heavenly fishermen,
Forever flying right,
Tearing my prey from its mortal existence,
Ripping it to bite-size niblets,
Swallowing them all,
Tears, worries, queries, concerns and cares
Alike; now, you wish me only hover,
Point, and share
With others purporting themselves birds,
But not of my same flock,
What prey there is, and where,
But I am of the air,
Ever shifting, ever changing, ever dancing,
Ever aware, but never simply ‘there;’
And you, you stand, and point, and glare
When fish upstream still leap
From their waters,
Inattentive, unaware,
Of the ever-growing heap
We’ve put to rest upon the river bank.
If only we could thank
Each other for all
We do combined, and not expect
Complete perfection in either,
But rather just respect.
I combine rage with rage. Fiery. Fuming. Anger does not suffice for the feeling. I am damned for eternity for the rage I possess, or the rage that possesses me.
Mix baking powder with vinegar, she said. It’ll have no reaction, she said.
Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.
Raymond knew this now as the mixture spilled on his clothing, staining it permanently. There was a reason baking soda was in fabric detergent. It felt cold in the science room; it was tempting to go into a locker and get his pink leather jacket.
The freaking combine is so fast. Look at that corn fly.
“Wow, this is the best.” thinks the farmer.
He made so much money he didn’t have to work ever again. It was a good day for the farmer. He would remember it forever and ever.
To bring together, never forget, and always remember everything that has ever meant so much meaning to you, so much meaning… It breaks your heart to think what life would possibly be like without this here, and the very thought actually somewhat scares you so deeply, scars you so very emotionally…
two things that you put together. it doesnt have to be similar, it can be of two completely different things, person, objects, anything. mix is a synonym.
Combine your hands to your feet, your head to your toe, your third eye to your frontal lobe, combine your senses and your chakrahs; metaphysically mold your daydreams into a subconcious force. Beneath these bones is a heartbeat, and your world rotates on the tip of your quartz eye; combine into love and light and expression. We pretend we look out on the world, and the inner being is in vapid stasis behind glass eyeballs. All is a word meaning whole; whole is a word meaning entirety; entirety entertains the space around, in, above, below. Combine.
Combine. My first thought is words that it rhymes with: columbine, confine, wine. to combine things is to put things together in harmony. they are not forced together. such as blending or combining colors.
How can you combine a working life with everything else you need to do to hold life together. There is a limit, there is only so much you can juggle and keep in the air at one time. Do I set the limit of how many is too much? Do I set the expectations of what is needed in life, or are these balls handed or thrown to me? Who tells me the rules and taught me to juggle? Is juggling priorities just a way to avoid facing life head on, an excuse for not following a chosen path?
As this minute stretched on, the seconds ticking, the echo of the bell resounding like a distant memory, I have had an epithany. I have dropped the minute ball and I will drop more balls along the way. They can be my breadcrumbs back if I need them, but I will find my path to the sun.
Combine reminds me of coming together like in harmony and peace. You combine your feelings with someone elses when you fight to resolve your differences. That is what I think of when I see the word combine
combine, we need to combine our efforts and get this job done. It can be done alone, it takes the creativity of this guy, the gusto of that guy, the sympathy of the guy and the no non sense style of that girl.
“What if you combine them together?” Ella asks. “Pepper and cinnamon?” LIz replies. “Ew. No. go for something, um, I don’t know delicious, perhaps?”
It’s time for you to combine. It’s time for this combination to end, and for a new one to be forged. I promise you’ll like this one better. Just a head’s up though…she’ll hate it.
It was a combination of thoughts and word, speeches memorized, and talks categorized. It wasn’t private, it was never supposed to be. This particular combination was to be shared with the masses, to incite a riot, incite a fire, incite a feeling. This was her speech, and this was the only chance she was going to get. She’d be damned if this didn’t spur something.
I want nothing more than to experience our bodies combined.
The universe has other plans for us.
combining our personalities was going to be hard but we have to do it to keep the mission going. one day it will mean something and i will look back at it and know that it was right
We started to combine our thoughts to fix the problem… I couldnt think of how to solve it or end it. It just kept going and going. I started to think really hard before i did something rash
A combine is a farming machine, but can also be a verb, meaning to put things together. To combine or not to combine? Maybe keep it simple and leave the elements alone.
Combining foods is fun, especially in a smoothie or creating delicious meals.
Sweet, sweet salt.
The smooth, slow friction.
The two of us, slowly becoming intertwined.
Separated bodies combining to create a single being
For some, a relief.
For most, a challenge.
To share responsibility
To trust others with something that matters to you
To believe in someone else
It’s not easy.
My hatred for you combined with my love for you has left my body in ruins. I can now no longer distinguish between the two and I am being ripped apart from the inside out. I know not what to do.
together, bring together, combinations, work together, ideas, thoughts, money, marriage
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He was never able to combine the thoughts in his head to the ones that were coming out of his mouth. They flowed out, even if he meant something else. He wanted them to understand, but it never seemed like they would.
for all things are one in the universe and we are in all things. this world has no beginning or end but a constant thread through and around which flows all knowledge and emotion. we stray and feel pain. we flow and are one with everything.
Combine thoughts with feelings to make a decision and you will never be happy with the result.