They say I am destined for greatness, but I’m not so sure. What has them so convinced, anyway? They tell me that i can keep going on that roads to greatness if i can just accept that there’s no such thing as social anxiety, and that there’s n o such thing as panic disorder, whatever that could possibly be. i just need to stop crying and get over it. i don’t have a right to be upset. what do i have to possibly be so sad over? i think they just like to tell me shit and see how much they can get away with.
“Where would you get that idea and why are you telling me this. No-one is destined to have bad luck. That is just superstitious nonsense.”
She sounded so certain that I thought she knew what she was talking about. She spoke as though I was the only one walking around with a cloud over my head, the only one being rained on.
I stomped away from the Keeper. “Schylare! Where are you going?” I ignored her as I fumed. “You were destined to be the next Keeper! Running away isn’t going to change that!” I didn’t look back. The Elves were not going to forget their herritage if I decided not to become the Keeper. They would be able to find another Elf to take my place, and I was going to disappear forever.
It wasn’t planned, well, not like I had planned. And I hate to admit it but I’m glad it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. Maybe the most unexpected things are the best things?
Fuck. I hate this word. We are destined. To live and work and die and be together and stay apart and to meet at a certain time and to keep meeting and to fall in love and fall out and end. But what are we destined by. Who or what decides this. Is it the same for everyone? One God that decides it all? Because that guy has a lot of work to do and he’s not doing a great job, people hurt people most of the time. Did they decide that too?
Where is responsibility then, if all we do has already been decided, destined. We had to go that way, the choice meant nothing really. It was just for appearances. It was always going to pan out this way.
Fuck. I hate this word. We are destined. To live and work and die and be together and stay apart and to meet at a certain time and to keep meeting and to fall in love and fall out and end. But what are we destined by. Who or what decides this. Is it the same for everyone? One God that decides it all? Because that guy has a lot of work to do and he’s not doing a great job, people hurt people most of the time. Did they decide that too?
Where is responsibility then, if all we do has already been decided, destined. We had to go that way, the choice meant nothing really. It was always going to pan out this way.
Maybe they weren’t meant to be after all. Maybe their downfall was always etched in the stars of the skies above. They never got the chance to find out, they never got to feel the joy of a reunion or the pain of separation.
I am destined to persue my career. I will try my best to complete my associates degree in less than two years. After I have completed school I will join the military. I believe I am destined to help others. This is the only way I know I can. The job I hope to get is military police.
Gracefully, she picked the pin from the floor and rubbed the pad of her finger against the dull white pearl on the end. Benny Goodman swayed her insides.
she was destined to be the greatest and most wonderful person in all the land with lush green hair and crimson eyes. people often stared at her in envy and wished to know what went on underneath her mop of hair and mysterious eyes
Destined for Doom
Destruction
Troublemaking
Lovemaking
Love taking
Hurt so bad
Feel so Destined
Destiny
or
Chance
Heart attack
Corners
Walls
Blocks
Rocks
Pipes
Lights
Fights
Life
its
Destined to be.
People tell other people what they’re destined to be. They pick up a paintbrush, and they’re destined to be the lovechild of Pablo Picasso and Claude Monet. They practice a pirouette, and they’re destined to replicate Nurevyev’s finesse. Everything else is slapped onto the forearm like a sticker or stamp with FATE in big, fat letters. But in the end, how many destinies are we allowed to have in one life?
Destiny flat out doesn’t exist, and if it does, I want off this planet. I am free to do what I want, when I want. And if I am destined to do something else, it completely erases my right to free will. Everyone assumes destinies are grand, but what if you YOUR destiny is to kill 30 people and eat them? Not so much fun then, huh?
I don’t know what I’m destined to do…I’m only eighteen right? But I’m here in college being told that I need to decide what I’m doing for the rest of my life now. Well at 18 I don’t know that I know what I’m destined to be yet. What if I make the wrong decision?
I don’t know what I’m destined to do…I’m only eighteen right? But I’m here in college being told that I need to decide what I’m doing for the rest of my life now. Well at 18 I don’t know that I know what I’m destined to be yet. What if I make the wrong decision?
Demonstrative breaks;
escalating tones: her
sultry voice in my mind.
Tincture of her soul
implanted in my nerves,
neglecting the blood
emerging from my heart.
Destroy this thing inside me.
It’s amazing how
in a beat of the heart
a person can suddenly glow
a light cast upon them,
their colors bleeding out
into your world.
They are a shine in the hair of a beautiful girl
a twinkle in the eye of an old man
and it’s then
when they are near
they are so very far.
Their luminescence
incandescence
radiant glow
leaves spots in your vision
at night
when you’re alone.
How strange that a person
you may not even know
becomes the center of your world.
Crowds can not hide them
every move of their’s magic
their eyes are made of stardust
and their laughter is tragic
A song in you rises
and you can’t help but sing it…
Who knew how lovely he could be
bathed in moonlight, naked, free
Who knew how soft his arms would be
each hot kiss melting like honey
His breath like milk
fingertips like scars
his eyes are sapphires
stained with stars
his laugh fills his chest right next to me
If only his love was meant for me
I’m destined to be the one who never falls,
who seeks forgiveness through all their faults,
that loses control through the best of the days
in the mind of the father in the eyes of the priest
and I’m stuck holding on to the one that I love
because I can’t let her go,
even through I’ve betrayed every inch of her body
my scars are healing, but I’ keep making more
From the moment I was born, I was told I’d be something great. I’ve always been the one to accomplish everything better than everyone else. I went to school, got my PhD, and worked hard for everything. Now I know I was just destined to be a janitor at the local school.
We are destined to do something. Everyone has a calling. Everyone. You’ve just got to find it. Mine is acting. Yours could be anything. Anything at all. Don’t rush it. It will come to you in due time.
Destined to be one of the greatest. One of those people who actually make a difference. Change humankind in a way that only you as an individual could. Because NO ONE! is like you. No one can replace you…I promise. If you weren’t hear the world would be different.
Destined to be one of the greatest. One of those people who actually make a difference. Change humankind in a way that only you as an individual could. Because NO ONE! is like you. No one can replace you…I promise. If you weren’t hear the world would be different.
she is destined for greatness—they speak this over her as if she is deaf. they mention it like she’s not in the room—she plays to their notion. she sits quietly and lets them speak of her destiny. to acknowledge is one thing—-to live it, another.
She’s not destined for anything – except maybe a boring life. A husband, one and a half kids, a picket fence, and maybe a dog at the most. Anything spectacular? Not welcome.
the boy was destined to become king, before he was violently struck by a sword at the hands of his own brother. The boy who was destined such a fate now lives on in a world of great wonders and mystery.
There were many things I wasn’t sure of that day, but my calling was not one of them. I felt it in my bones, that yearning for greatness, the desire for Something More. It sounds like something from a fairy tale, and maybe it is; maybe this is my fairy tale. But I fully expect that happy ending, for I am destined for something beyond myself. And it is rising like a furious tide.
people are destined to do what they are currently doing. if you don’t believe that you are not destined to do something, you will never do that thing. you should work hard and eventually, what is destined to happen, will happen. Just believe in it and work hard and what you want to achieve will happen.
Destined: destined only to discover what kind of destiny is destined for us, because destiny only exists after it is already fulfilled, it is the consequence of the transformation of past into future, and what results of our dreams struggling to survive in the real world.
Destined. Who is to say I am destined for anything. I am the maker of my life decisions, and I create my own destiny. I make deliberate decisions every second of my life. I am destined for greatness.
I stare out at the stage, making him pause. I’m on in three minutes. “What?” I snap.
“We’re not destined to be together,” he says quietly, and I have to process the words again. The line is cheesier than the ones I’m about to perform.
“What do you expect me to say right now?” I hiss, backing up and into the light. Hundreds of eyes peer up at me, and I have to pretend like my heart isn’t sitting backstage in a million little pieces.
They say I am destined for greatness, but I’m not so sure. What has them so convinced, anyway? They tell me that i can keep going on that roads to greatness if i can just accept that there’s no such thing as social anxiety, and that there’s n o such thing as panic disorder, whatever that could possibly be. i just need to stop crying and get over it. i don’t have a right to be upset. what do i have to possibly be so sad over? i think they just like to tell me shit and see how much they can get away with.
“Where would you get that idea and why are you telling me this. No-one is destined to have bad luck. That is just superstitious nonsense.”
She sounded so certain that I thought she knew what she was talking about. She spoke as though I was the only one walking around with a cloud over my head, the only one being rained on.
I stomped away from the Keeper. “Schylare! Where are you going?” I ignored her as I fumed. “You were destined to be the next Keeper! Running away isn’t going to change that!” I didn’t look back. The Elves were not going to forget their herritage if I decided not to become the Keeper. They would be able to find another Elf to take my place, and I was going to disappear forever.
It wasn’t planned, well, not like I had planned. And I hate to admit it but I’m glad it didn’t turn out the way I wanted it to. Maybe the most unexpected things are the best things?
In the beginning I knew I was destined for greatness. I had my bag of chips and sprite right at my side and no one could stand in my way.
Fuck. I hate this word. We are destined. To live and work and die and be together and stay apart and to meet at a certain time and to keep meeting and to fall in love and fall out and end. But what are we destined by. Who or what decides this. Is it the same for everyone? One God that decides it all? Because that guy has a lot of work to do and he’s not doing a great job, people hurt people most of the time. Did they decide that too?
Where is responsibility then, if all we do has already been decided, destined. We had to go that way, the choice meant nothing really. It was just for appearances. It was always going to pan out this way.
Fuck. I hate this word. We are destined. To live and work and die and be together and stay apart and to meet at a certain time and to keep meeting and to fall in love and fall out and end. But what are we destined by. Who or what decides this. Is it the same for everyone? One God that decides it all? Because that guy has a lot of work to do and he’s not doing a great job, people hurt people most of the time. Did they decide that too?
Where is responsibility then, if all we do has already been decided, destined. We had to go that way, the choice meant nothing really. It was always going to pan out this way.
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
?
Maybe they weren’t meant to be after all. Maybe their downfall was always etched in the stars of the skies above. They never got the chance to find out, they never got to feel the joy of a reunion or the pain of separation.
I am destined to persue my career. I will try my best to complete my associates degree in less than two years. After I have completed school I will join the military. I believe I am destined to help others. This is the only way I know I can. The job I hope to get is military police.
Gracefully, she picked the pin from the floor and rubbed the pad of her finger against the dull white pearl on the end. Benny Goodman swayed her insides.
she was destined to be the greatest and most wonderful person in all the land with lush green hair and crimson eyes. people often stared at her in envy and wished to know what went on underneath her mop of hair and mysterious eyes
You are always destined to be yourself,From the beginning to the end.You are all you can be.
Destined for Doom
Destruction
Troublemaking
Lovemaking
Love taking
Hurt so bad
Feel so Destined
Destiny
or
Chance
Heart attack
Corners
Walls
Blocks
Rocks
Pipes
Lights
Fights
Life
its
Destined to be.
We were destined to be. It wasn’t something you would expect. I was sitting in the cafe, sipping my morning cup of coffee, when he walked in the door.
People tell other people what they’re destined to be. They pick up a paintbrush, and they’re destined to be the lovechild of Pablo Picasso and Claude Monet. They practice a pirouette, and they’re destined to replicate Nurevyev’s finesse. Everything else is slapped onto the forearm like a sticker or stamp with FATE in big, fat letters. But in the end, how many destinies are we allowed to have in one life?
Destiny flat out doesn’t exist, and if it does, I want off this planet. I am free to do what I want, when I want. And if I am destined to do something else, it completely erases my right to free will. Everyone assumes destinies are grand, but what if you YOUR destiny is to kill 30 people and eat them? Not so much fun then, huh?
I don’t know what I’m destined to do…I’m only eighteen right? But I’m here in college being told that I need to decide what I’m doing for the rest of my life now. Well at 18 I don’t know that I know what I’m destined to be yet. What if I make the wrong decision?
I don’t know what I’m destined to do…I’m only eighteen right? But I’m here in college being told that I need to decide what I’m doing for the rest of my life now. Well at 18 I don’t know that I know what I’m destined to be yet. What if I make the wrong decision?
Demonstrative breaks;
escalating tones: her
sultry voice in my mind.
Tincture of her soul
implanted in my nerves,
neglecting the blood
emerging from my heart.
Destroy this thing inside me.
It’s amazing how
in a beat of the heart
a person can suddenly glow
a light cast upon them,
their colors bleeding out
into your world.
They are a shine in the hair of a beautiful girl
a twinkle in the eye of an old man
and it’s then
when they are near
they are so very far.
Their luminescence
incandescence
radiant glow
leaves spots in your vision
at night
when you’re alone.
How strange that a person
you may not even know
becomes the center of your world.
Crowds can not hide them
every move of their’s magic
their eyes are made of stardust
and their laughter is tragic
A song in you rises
and you can’t help but sing it…
Who knew how lovely he could be
bathed in moonlight, naked, free
Who knew how soft his arms would be
each hot kiss melting like honey
His breath like milk
fingertips like scars
his eyes are sapphires
stained with stars
his laugh fills his chest right next to me
If only his love was meant for me
don’t know what you are or what you do. don’t know what you want to be, but apparantly you exsist in the dictionary.
I’m destined to be the one who never falls,
who seeks forgiveness through all their faults,
that loses control through the best of the days
in the mind of the father in the eyes of the priest
and I’m stuck holding on to the one that I love
because I can’t let her go,
even through I’ve betrayed every inch of her body
my scars are healing, but I’ keep making more
From the moment I was born, I was told I’d be something great. I’ve always been the one to accomplish everything better than everyone else. I went to school, got my PhD, and worked hard for everything. Now I know I was just destined to be a janitor at the local school.
We are destined to do something. Everyone has a calling. Everyone. You’ve just got to find it. Mine is acting. Yours could be anything. Anything at all. Don’t rush it. It will come to you in due time.
destined to be apart.
yes, maybe that’s the case.
you always hear the opposite…
but what about a turn of fate?
I am destined to be an actress. I feel it within me. I know I can do it. I have to. I am called to. I am going to do it!!
when you want to give up on the world, think of earth.
Destined to be one of the greatest. One of those people who actually make a difference. Change humankind in a way that only you as an individual could. Because NO ONE! is like you. No one can replace you…I promise. If you weren’t hear the world would be different.
Destined to be one of the greatest. One of those people who actually make a difference. Change humankind in a way that only you as an individual could. Because NO ONE! is like you. No one can replace you…I promise. If you weren’t hear the world would be different.
she is destined for greatness—they speak this over her as if she is deaf. they mention it like she’s not in the room—she plays to their notion. she sits quietly and lets them speak of her destiny. to acknowledge is one thing—-to live it, another.
She’s not destined for anything – except maybe a boring life. A husband, one and a half kids, a picket fence, and maybe a dog at the most. Anything spectacular? Not welcome.
the boy was destined to become king, before he was violently struck by a sword at the hands of his own brother. The boy who was destined such a fate now lives on in a world of great wonders and mystery.
There were many things I wasn’t sure of that day, but my calling was not one of them. I felt it in my bones, that yearning for greatness, the desire for Something More. It sounds like something from a fairy tale, and maybe it is; maybe this is my fairy tale. But I fully expect that happy ending, for I am destined for something beyond myself. And it is rising like a furious tide.
people are destined to do what they are currently doing. if you don’t believe that you are not destined to do something, you will never do that thing. you should work hard and eventually, what is destined to happen, will happen. Just believe in it and work hard and what you want to achieve will happen.
She was destined form birth the be the queen. She thought about it everyday.
Destined: destined only to discover what kind of destiny is destined for us, because destiny only exists after it is already fulfilled, it is the consequence of the transformation of past into future, and what results of our dreams struggling to survive in the real world.
Destined. Who is to say I am destined for anything. I am the maker of my life decisions, and I create my own destiny. I make deliberate decisions every second of my life. I am destined for greatness.
I am destined to be with you. Where ever you go I will follow. You are my everything.
“I just think…”
I stare out at the stage, making him pause. I’m on in three minutes. “What?” I snap.
“We’re not destined to be together,” he says quietly, and I have to process the words again. The line is cheesier than the ones I’m about to perform.
“What do you expect me to say right now?” I hiss, backing up and into the light. Hundreds of eyes peer up at me, and I have to pretend like my heart isn’t sitting backstage in a million little pieces.