You can’t control me. I am not a puppet that you can throw around. I am a woman. Strong and proud, I am a woman. I am a woman with a heart, a heart that is not yours to break, a woman who can’t be controlled by a man.
They think I’m having fun, going to my friend’s house. Instead, we’re crouched down next to her house. She’s crying and I’m only inches away from doing the same. I have to stay in control; I carefully set my arms around her, I give her tissues. I want to cry too, I want to cry so badly, but I stay still. In control. They think I’m having a good time, I’m trying to save a life. Fear grips me and refuses to let go, but I have to stay in control. I want to run and hide. I want to spill my emotions. I want to sob. But I have to stay in control, and so I do. If I don’t keep control over my emotions now, there’s no way I’ll live to see tomorrow.
control scares me, not only does the thought of controlling my life come to mind, but the thought of never having control of anything, which ultimately is the case no matter what. we can only predict what may happen but in the end have no control of what will happen.
There’s something funny about it, control. It’s something everyone looks for. Something that no one really thinks too much about, but there’s always some element of it. Are you searching for it? Running away from it? No matter how, it always plays some kind of influence on your life. There’s always some influence that maybe you wish there wasn’t. Control. You can’t escape it. That’s all there is.
control means to lack control
to lack control is to have fun
control is everything bad in the world
control is left brained
control is obsession
my father has all the control in the world
he is the most controlled about every aspect in his life
i hate control
HATE ITTTTT
So much I could say about having and losing, grappling for and letting go, wondering who or what truly wields such a thing in my life or anyone’s life. It sounds cliché to say, and it’s even more cliché to say so before saying it, but the more I think about it the more I think that quite often who is in control is an illusion of our minds and the minds of those around us. Control itself isn’t an illusion, but maybe it goes to those who are the best at creating illusions. Or I just haven’t slept enough.
Taking control is a deep issue for many. Some may say that they stomach is the control center for the body, and through it we tend to confuse between what we want and what we need. Sometimes, eating disorders are characterized by control issues. Deep seated emotions.
control, control, control. We all want it, and we all experience some one controlling as at one point. Or Us controlling someone.. which is much funner then someone controlling us. I hate being controlled, it’s like seriously? Who do you think I am> a two year old? No im not, im an adult leave me alone. your ugly. But that’s just me.. I’m different. I like to say im unique. but ya back to control. control sucks.. unless your controlling someone HAHAHA
i have a really hard time giving up control. i don’t know why it’s so difficult but it is. i consider myself a good, caring, and giving person, and yet, i think this is only 1/2 true. how can someone who can’t give up any control be THAT good or caring? because, you are only sharing SOME of who you are and never totally let anyone in.
It is more important to control yourself than to control others. Most important is the ability to control your ego, to make sure you are not putting yourself above your peers. Staying in constant control of your actions will make friendship come easily to you.
We had lost it. The sparks flew off the end of the wire. Nothing had gone right today and now this was happening. “Get out” some yelled as I stared at the sparking wire.
i have no control when im near hot men,. just somethign about them.. Like at times I think i have control but really deep deep down inside. I have none. Which sucks. But what the hell, i dont care We’re humans.. SO WHO CARES. ya know. We all have a wild side to ourselves. And thats what makes us, us. And im glad I can admit that. Im really glad.
I took the strings and gingerly tugged one to see what would happen. She smiled. Good. I pulled another string and her arm lifted, while another made her kick a leg out. I could get used to this. The only problem was that I didn’t know what I would do with all the control she just gave me. Her adoring gaze reinforced what I knew deep down – she really trusted me not to mess this up. The responsibility, I admit, was a little overwhelming. I brushed her lips with a kiss and whispered, “I won’t make you sorry. I promise.”
I grasp and grasp and gasp a little with the effort.
Yet nothing is every definalbe and conatinable. I may gry and you may try. Evenryone on the this rock that has lived in the past, in our present in their future may try.
but nothing can be level and sensisvss
Is what keeps a classroom quiet. Control avoids arguments, it keeps your hand steady when you are sawing something, it keeps the steamy water from burning your hands. Control is also a bad thing, if people abuse their control over others. Use it wisely.
She had lost control again. She couldn’t tell anymore when the change was coming on. As her teeth elongated and her spine cracked all she could think about was the pain. It was all-consuming and felt like fire. She arched her back and heard bones snap. She screamed and heard it turn into an animal’s growl.
I need to keep control. Breath is heaving. Sweat is pouring down my forehead. I have my head between my needs. I can beat this. I take a quick squirt of medicine. I jump into the court, and go between the defenders. I make a layup.
Control is something I strive so hard to achieve, yet never really do. It’s….a happy wish in a totally crazy uncontrollable place. But honestly, I think control would make things absolutely boring.
I have lost it. I am swerving everywhere. Luckily there are no cars on the road. At this point, I do not even care if I crash. I have lost control of this car, just as I have lost control of my life. No other cars on the road, no problem. There are plenty of trees.
control who are you controlling and are they controlling you i’m controlled and sometimes I don’t realize It I try to fit in this bubble of control and I forget I popped it a long time ago why must I be in this bubble am I doomed to the bubble of control and why is fate?
Power, surges through his veins and causes his blood to boil beneath the skin, begging for release, catharsis, rest. It is difficult to harness it, keep it in check; yet the stern, stoic expression remains in place, a contradiction to the near-lack of control he has.
When the urge is too great, his control waivers; however, he has just enough of it to keep going and tuck the want away, saving it (and himself) for a more natural time.
Control is what everyone tries to do to each other. Control is what you have to do to yourself. We need control, yet at the same time we absolutely loathe it. Control makes the world go around. But what happens when the world goes too fast and is out of control?
I have no control over some things that happen to me. Well, I do have a lot of control, but sometimes things just happen. I think people want more control than they can have. It’s a strong word and no one likes to feel helpless about their lives. I think control has both negative and positive connotations. negative in people like dictators who will do anything for control. Postitive, in that it can lead you to having a strong, dedicated, productive and happy life.
If all my worlds were parallel, then life would have been easier. I would have gained control of what I had, by seeing right across from me the moves I have made. Parallel like a mirror, with only the glass being my sickest torture. Maybe if my worlds were parallel, I would have learned not to be me, and you’d still be here.
‘He had control of my heart.’ I finally decided this as I was looking out over the waves breaking against the sand. The beach house where my parents lived was silent and deadly still but the sound of my heartbeat was as loud as the surf.
Control. Power. It’s what I strive for. What I wanted. What I NEEDED. Control keeps people in line. Keeps them under me. Keeps them following me. Control. I needed it. I needed to feel like I had them in my grasps, like I had them forever and I could never let them go. I needed to be on the top.
Control. I thought, or lack of it. I wish I had more. I find myself teetering on the edge of sanity these days. Just keep truckin I tell myself but it seems pretty hopeless. I’ve got the end goal in mind but not the slightest clue how to get there. How to gain more control of my future is lost on me. I’m stretching myself just a little too thin.
I always need control. I have to have it. I think I tell myself I need it because I’m really afraid of being hurt by the person who might exert control over me. I can’t give it up. I absolutely have to have it. I need it. I wish I didn’t need it. I wish I could give it up. I wish for fucking once I could give up the control. But there were so many things that controlled me when I was younger and now I need to control myself.
you will never have control
until you take control
lose yourself in yourself
don’t be afraid just jump
into your own security
no second thoughts
it was always meant to be
if you just choose
to control the situation
live in love
and always be happy with yourself
what if i want a different word, do these words change daily? it’s funny that it is my lack of control in this process and this website that is driving me crazy right now. I want to know what they are going to do with all of these word. and why is it bad if i had a duplicate they didnt take mine the first time.
To be able to contain yourself. Complete power. Ability to take charge. Ralph couldn’t take complete control in Lord of the Flies, so Jack overpowered him and made his own tribe. To know your limits.
Control, or lack thereof is debatable. Life without control is hedonistic, yet life with too much of it is boring. Balance…
You can’t control me. I am not a puppet that you can throw around. I am a woman. Strong and proud, I am a woman. I am a woman with a heart, a heart that is not yours to break, a woman who can’t be controlled by a man.
They think I’m having fun, going to my friend’s house. Instead, we’re crouched down next to her house. She’s crying and I’m only inches away from doing the same. I have to stay in control; I carefully set my arms around her, I give her tissues. I want to cry too, I want to cry so badly, but I stay still. In control. They think I’m having a good time, I’m trying to save a life. Fear grips me and refuses to let go, but I have to stay in control. I want to run and hide. I want to spill my emotions. I want to sob. But I have to stay in control, and so I do. If I don’t keep control over my emotions now, there’s no way I’ll live to see tomorrow.
control scares me, not only does the thought of controlling my life come to mind, but the thought of never having control of anything, which ultimately is the case no matter what. we can only predict what may happen but in the end have no control of what will happen.
There’s something funny about it, control. It’s something everyone looks for. Something that no one really thinks too much about, but there’s always some element of it. Are you searching for it? Running away from it? No matter how, it always plays some kind of influence on your life. There’s always some influence that maybe you wish there wasn’t. Control. You can’t escape it. That’s all there is.
I really want to control everything, but I know that’s impossible.
control means to lack control
to lack control is to have fun
control is everything bad in the world
control is left brained
control is obsession
my father has all the control in the world
he is the most controlled about every aspect in his life
i hate control
HATE ITTTTT
i can’t control the remote.
I like to CONTROL my sphincter to make it play fun tunes such as the Brady Bunch theme song. Jan is a lesbian.
So much I could say about having and losing, grappling for and letting go, wondering who or what truly wields such a thing in my life or anyone’s life. It sounds cliché to say, and it’s even more cliché to say so before saying it, but the more I think about it the more I think that quite often who is in control is an illusion of our minds and the minds of those around us. Control itself isn’t an illusion, but maybe it goes to those who are the best at creating illusions. Or I just haven’t slept enough.
Breath, beating heart, running. Wind, through hair. Feet pounding. Eyes wide open.
No control. Only chaos.
Swirling. Spinning.
Then… silence. Still.
Taking control is a deep issue for many. Some may say that they stomach is the control center for the body, and through it we tend to confuse between what we want and what we need. Sometimes, eating disorders are characterized by control issues. Deep seated emotions.
control, control, control. We all want it, and we all experience some one controlling as at one point. Or Us controlling someone.. which is much funner then someone controlling us. I hate being controlled, it’s like seriously? Who do you think I am> a two year old? No im not, im an adult leave me alone. your ugly. But that’s just me.. I’m different. I like to say im unique. but ya back to control. control sucks.. unless your controlling someone HAHAHA
i have a really hard time giving up control. i don’t know why it’s so difficult but it is. i consider myself a good, caring, and giving person, and yet, i think this is only 1/2 true. how can someone who can’t give up any control be THAT good or caring? because, you are only sharing SOME of who you are and never totally let anyone in.
My grasp weakens more each day. They now scurry and scamper determined to do it their way. Why do they have to grow up?
It is more important to control yourself than to control others. Most important is the ability to control your ego, to make sure you are not putting yourself above your peers. Staying in constant control of your actions will make friendship come easily to you.
We had lost it. The sparks flew off the end of the wire. Nothing had gone right today and now this was happening. “Get out” some yelled as I stared at the sparking wire.
Breath, beating hearts, running. Wind, through hair. Feet pounding. Eyes wide open.
No control. Only chaos.
Swirling.
Then… silence. Still.
i have no control when im near hot men,. just somethign about them.. Like at times I think i have control but really deep deep down inside. I have none. Which sucks. But what the hell, i dont care We’re humans.. SO WHO CARES. ya know. We all have a wild side to ourselves. And thats what makes us, us. And im glad I can admit that. Im really glad.
I took the strings and gingerly tugged one to see what would happen. She smiled. Good. I pulled another string and her arm lifted, while another made her kick a leg out. I could get used to this. The only problem was that I didn’t know what I would do with all the control she just gave me. Her adoring gaze reinforced what I knew deep down – she really trusted me not to mess this up. The responsibility, I admit, was a little overwhelming. I brushed her lips with a kiss and whispered, “I won’t make you sorry. I promise.”
I grasp and grasp and gasp a little with the effort.
Yet nothing is every definalbe and conatinable. I may gry and you may try. Evenryone on the this rock that has lived in the past, in our present in their future may try.
but nothing can be level and sensisvss
Is what keeps a classroom quiet. Control avoids arguments, it keeps your hand steady when you are sawing something, it keeps the steamy water from burning your hands. Control is also a bad thing, if people abuse their control over others. Use it wisely.
She had lost control again. She couldn’t tell anymore when the change was coming on. As her teeth elongated and her spine cracked all she could think about was the pain. It was all-consuming and felt like fire. She arched her back and heard bones snap. She screamed and heard it turn into an animal’s growl.
I need to keep control. Breath is heaving. Sweat is pouring down my forehead. I have my head between my needs. I can beat this. I take a quick squirt of medicine. I jump into the court, and go between the defenders. I make a layup.
Control is something I strive so hard to achieve, yet never really do. It’s….a happy wish in a totally crazy uncontrollable place. But honestly, I think control would make things absolutely boring.
I have lost it. I am swerving everywhere. Luckily there are no cars on the road. At this point, I do not even care if I crash. I have lost control of this car, just as I have lost control of my life. No other cars on the road, no problem. There are plenty of trees.
control who are you controlling and are they controlling you i’m controlled and sometimes I don’t realize It I try to fit in this bubble of control and I forget I popped it a long time ago why must I be in this bubble am I doomed to the bubble of control and why is fate?
Power, surges through his veins and causes his blood to boil beneath the skin, begging for release, catharsis, rest. It is difficult to harness it, keep it in check; yet the stern, stoic expression remains in place, a contradiction to the near-lack of control he has.
When the urge is too great, his control waivers; however, he has just enough of it to keep going and tuck the want away, saving it (and himself) for a more natural time.
Control is what everyone tries to do to each other. Control is what you have to do to yourself. We need control, yet at the same time we absolutely loathe it. Control makes the world go around. But what happens when the world goes too fast and is out of control?
I have no control over some things that happen to me. Well, I do have a lot of control, but sometimes things just happen. I think people want more control than they can have. It’s a strong word and no one likes to feel helpless about their lives. I think control has both negative and positive connotations. negative in people like dictators who will do anything for control. Postitive, in that it can lead you to having a strong, dedicated, productive and happy life.
If all my worlds were parallel, then life would have been easier. I would have gained control of what I had, by seeing right across from me the moves I have made. Parallel like a mirror, with only the glass being my sickest torture. Maybe if my worlds were parallel, I would have learned not to be me, and you’d still be here.
‘He had control of my heart.’ I finally decided this as I was looking out over the waves breaking against the sand. The beach house where my parents lived was silent and deadly still but the sound of my heartbeat was as loud as the surf.
the wheel spins out, the tires skid. impact. shock. slam. pressure. snow rushes in through the broken glass. wrecked. there is no more control.
When one looses one’s self to control, they miss out on the radical, sporadic, mosaic, chaotic artistry of breath, and the momentous use of it.
Control. Power. It’s what I strive for. What I wanted. What I NEEDED. Control keeps people in line. Keeps them under me. Keeps them following me. Control. I needed it. I needed to feel like I had them in my grasps, like I had them forever and I could never let them go. I needed to be on the top.
Control. I thought, or lack of it. I wish I had more. I find myself teetering on the edge of sanity these days. Just keep truckin I tell myself but it seems pretty hopeless. I’ve got the end goal in mind but not the slightest clue how to get there. How to gain more control of my future is lost on me. I’m stretching myself just a little too thin.
I always need control. I have to have it. I think I tell myself I need it because I’m really afraid of being hurt by the person who might exert control over me. I can’t give it up. I absolutely have to have it. I need it. I wish I didn’t need it. I wish I could give it up. I wish for fucking once I could give up the control. But there were so many things that controlled me when I was younger and now I need to control myself.
you will never have control
until you take control
lose yourself in yourself
don’t be afraid just jump
into your own security
no second thoughts
it was always meant to be
if you just choose
to control the situation
live in love
and always be happy with yourself
what if i want a different word, do these words change daily? it’s funny that it is my lack of control in this process and this website that is driving me crazy right now. I want to know what they are going to do with all of these word. and why is it bad if i had a duplicate they didnt take mine the first time.
To be able to contain yourself. Complete power. Ability to take charge. Ralph couldn’t take complete control in Lord of the Flies, so Jack overpowered him and made his own tribe. To know your limits.