emptying. emptying. the bucket was slowly emptying. why? because becky told me too, stupid fucking becky, couldn’t keep her mouth shut, always getting me into trouble. why didn’t she ever listen to me, why was I always the one who has to listen to her, do what she says. put out that water, its no place for something like that. why? no-one had ever explained it to me, I’m surrounded by so many people, doctors, nurses, strange bizzare people who come to me and want to talk about my feelings, but why? I feel so alone, no-one seems to realise that, not even her.
THe room was emptying out when he got there. Chris looked for Kate, but couldn’t see her. THen he heard a noise. She was bunched up under a chair crying – the hand of god on her forehead where the ash had been stamped. He ran over to her, crouched down and took her head in his hands
Everytime I empty out my rubbish I think to myself “are you throwing a little bit of you away… Are you throwing something away that in a week… A month… A year… You’ll remember throwing it out and realize it is now that you need that”.
I am emptying my mind of all the things that scare me in the night. There is nothing gained by holding these terrors as the day takes shape. Emptying is cleaning, and cleaning is good. All the crap that fills my mind at times is just dead weight. If I am to succeed, then I need to dsomething different.
emptiness like an empty vessel. everything poured out of the void, and all that was back was the white nothing. it filled us with joy and nostalgia. the colours were fading as we poured nothing over each other and enjoyed the time that didn’t exist.
She stared down into the chasm with a sickening feeling in her stomach. “No,” she breathed, her mind blank with shock, “No, no, no…” The word repeated over and over, an echoing whisper that after a time seemed to be coming from all around and not from her own lips.
She knew that they were down there, at the bottom of that terrible empty blackness, spread-eagled on the ground in complete dark. Their hearts stopped. Their lungs still. Their bodies empty.
there is no feeling like the feeling of emptiness
when you try and draw on emotions that aren’t there
on images you can’t grasp
on information that you never knew
when you try and tell someone
what they mean to you
but you can’t even
understand it yourself
the pain of someone realising how empty you are
its the fear of eventually succumbing to the emptiness
that drives us
nothing left everything pouring out endless streams of materials in formof sand deserts upon deserts flowing down through quicksand holes into the center of the molten earth…purifying the soul, cleansing, showering, being reborn.
“Empty your mind, clear your heart.” easier said than done, i sat with my mothers words running though my head, i had to empty my heart and head to learn to love again, i knew that but how could i when i already felt so empty. He didn’t love me and he never would.
oh what a bad word, so not what i hoped to see, whatever is emptying is bad unless it is the bad that you are emptying. If there weren’t so much emptyness we would all be better off
Let us be willing to empty one’s medium of mind
The creation of the inferior perspectives upon the less-skilled
Can the lesser concious being be prefered as weak?
Certain feelings and events can make you feel rather empty inside. Be that the loss of something you didn’t know you kept as close, or just the feeling that nobody is listening to you. It leaves people an empty shell, and it is this ’emptying’ that defines us. Humankind should not feel alone in this feeling because everyone at some point in thier lives is empty.
emptying space
big wind moves watering the gutters of the mind clean
refresh refresh topical or tropical beings
Icebergs floating with 99 % hidden from conciousness. Draw deep into the well and set free those karmic mistakes that have burdened you and yours for many lifetimes
Clear mind like empty soul
days flying
as we own the emotions passing by
letting them free
as clouds pass us by
born free
into our clear mind sky
The garbage used to be a simple matter of taking the trash can to the curb. Now it involves sorting into recycle and non-recycle, and in some cases compost as a separate thing. In the cruder versions you have to sort metal and glass too.
YOU CAN SEE THE GLASS OF WATER BETWEEN TWO MATTERS.IF YOU ARE LUCKY,YOU WILL SEE THE GLASS HALF FULL,NEVERTHELESS, IF YOU ARE SO SAD YOU WILL BE THE GLASS HALF EMPTY. THIS IS A THEORY OF COMMON PEOPLE, HOWEVER I HAVE NEVER SEE DE GLASS OF WATER WHEN I FELT GOOD OR BAD,SIMPLY I DRINK IT.
physical, mental and emotional. emptying ones thoughts onto canvas or notation paper or even ink on a paper. Emptying life into another. Emptying your clothes into bags and boxes, preparing for new. Empty shoes that haven’t been walked in
Empty boxes are full of nothingness. You can put your favourite belongings in it and you hide your deepest secrets in it. You can tie it closed shut with a pretty red ribbon, or you can leave it open for your younger sister to find either all of your nothingness or all of your hearts desires.
I was emptying out my change, as if I had nothing left to lose. I felt so empty inside, hallow, like my bare coin purse. I knew that my life here was an empty, bleak, shallow shell of what once was. It was time for me to be emptying out my former self and crawl to a new stage.
There is a box. I hold the box. Inside the box is a tonne of honey. Mmmmmm, I like honey. I have honey with my chai. Chai is yummy. Mmmmmmmmmm chai! That one time when peoples came over we sat in the passion-pit and drank chai whilst singing the Toffee Song.
Now here is one of life’s hard prods in the ribs, a barked hurry-up message, a get-up before it is gone warning. Emptying out into the night were the crowd, dispursing into the evening, even hurrying a little. Here was I standing on the steps of the cinema regretting that the film had ended, that I was leaving the warm fug of popcorn and the best part of my life to go back to reality.
out my brain sometimes it just seems so full and i never have time to just get all of my thoughts out. although it seems i dont really have time todo much of anything these days although Im trying. I wish I had 4-6 more hours in everyday but maybe the real problem is time management. and maybe resources. but thats an excuse really . I want to write and better myself by being tru to myself and to be happy. and that could be easy, if i would just let it be.
Emptying isn’t a nice word. Hollow, cold, it doesn’t roll off the tongue the way pretty words do. Words like ‘silver’, like ‘dilapidated’. Maybe because the word ’emptying’ comes with bad feelings, bad memories. Who knows.
The lack of motivation was emptying, it enervated her completely, siphoning out her will to exist in any conscious form. She just wanted to fastforward to the next hour, the day or moment when it returned, when the desire to do was rekindled.
wellll
why not empty the ill feelings
empy thw water
the can
the ash tray
empty out your sorrows
empty the waste
empty everything not needed
emptying out what is only causing problems
When the rubbish bins are too full, they need emptying so the rubbish men come on thursday mornings. when everything that was in something is getting taken away
John was emptying the rounds quickly in the face of the attacking hyenas. His shotgun could only manage to blast enough shots to get 3 of the 5 hyenas.
What you would do for something you could add to your accusatory glare. I don’t have any room inside me for this, so I empty all the excess in buckets that I dip in to the maelstrom until they are filled with old memories, and I walk barefoot with them through these redwoods until I find a suitable place to dump them. I cover them with leaves so no one can find another reason to look at me sideways. And I walk back home, feeling guilty and a little lighter.
I was emptying out my drawer the other day. And it occured to me that life is more complicated than it has to be. It is our power and urge to control things that we lose ourselves. And sometimes in order to be happy you just have to let go. It is a rough patch that we will always as humans struggle with.
I keep emptying out my suitcase in hoped that I will find it. The skull I’ve been missing has plagued my very existence. After carrying it through France by way of Egypt I seemed to misplace her. Deborah, the minacle Meryl Streep doppelgänger. Deborah was like my mr. Wilson. You know that volleyball Tom Hanks kept meandering on about.
emptying. emptying. the bucket was slowly emptying. why? because becky told me too, stupid fucking becky, couldn’t keep her mouth shut, always getting me into trouble. why didn’t she ever listen to me, why was I always the one who has to listen to her, do what she says. put out that water, its no place for something like that. why? no-one had ever explained it to me, I’m surrounded by so many people, doctors, nurses, strange bizzare people who come to me and want to talk about my feelings, but why? I feel so alone, no-one seems to realise that, not even her.
THe room was emptying out when he got there. Chris looked for Kate, but couldn’t see her. THen he heard a noise. She was bunched up under a chair crying – the hand of god on her forehead where the ash had been stamped. He ran over to her, crouched down and took her head in his hands
Everytime I empty out my rubbish I think to myself “are you throwing a little bit of you away… Are you throwing something away that in a week… A month… A year… You’ll remember throwing it out and realize it is now that you need that”.
I am emptying my mind of all the things that scare me in the night. There is nothing gained by holding these terrors as the day takes shape. Emptying is cleaning, and cleaning is good. All the crap that fills my mind at times is just dead weight. If I am to succeed, then I need to dsomething different.
emptiness like an empty vessel. everything poured out of the void, and all that was back was the white nothing. it filled us with joy and nostalgia. the colours were fading as we poured nothing over each other and enjoyed the time that didn’t exist.
She stared down into the chasm with a sickening feeling in her stomach. “No,” she breathed, her mind blank with shock, “No, no, no…” The word repeated over and over, an echoing whisper that after a time seemed to be coming from all around and not from her own lips.
She knew that they were down there, at the bottom of that terrible empty blackness, spread-eagled on the ground in complete dark. Their hearts stopped. Their lungs still. Their bodies empty.
there is no feeling like the feeling of emptiness
when you try and draw on emotions that aren’t there
on images you can’t grasp
on information that you never knew
when you try and tell someone
what they mean to you
but you can’t even
understand it yourself
the pain of someone realising how empty you are
its the fear of eventually succumbing to the emptiness
that drives us
nothing left everything pouring out endless streams of materials in formof sand deserts upon deserts flowing down through quicksand holes into the center of the molten earth…purifying the soul, cleansing, showering, being reborn.
emptying her pockets
she comes across a single earring
the mate lost
long forgotten
alone
she stares, contemplating
and puts it back
“Empty your mind, clear your heart.” easier said than done, i sat with my mothers words running though my head, i had to empty my heart and head to learn to love again, i knew that but how could i when i already felt so empty. He didn’t love me and he never would.
oh what a bad word, so not what i hoped to see, whatever is emptying is bad unless it is the bad that you are emptying. If there weren’t so much emptyness we would all be better off
Let us be willing to empty one’s medium of mind
The creation of the inferior perspectives upon the less-skilled
Can the lesser concious being be prefered as weak?
How does one can be called empty?
Serious powers of the unwilling
In which the medium can not be limited
One’s ego cannot be done
Certain feelings and events can make you feel rather empty inside. Be that the loss of something you didn’t know you kept as close, or just the feeling that nobody is listening to you. It leaves people an empty shell, and it is this ’emptying’ that defines us. Humankind should not feel alone in this feeling because everyone at some point in thier lives is empty.
Rubbish. Mind. Clean. Dirty. Men. Women. Darkness. Void. Shell. Lonely. Secluded. Absence. Heartbreak.
thoughts that clutter the mind like a large storm cloud that clogs everything up and creates chaos as thunder and lighting storm through but pa
emptying space
big wind moves watering the gutters of the mind clean
refresh refresh topical or tropical beings
Icebergs floating with 99 % hidden from conciousness. Draw deep into the well and set free those karmic mistakes that have burdened you and yours for many lifetimes
Clear mind like empty soul
days flying
as we own the emotions passing by
letting them free
as clouds pass us by
born free
into our clear mind sky
The garbage used to be a simple matter of taking the trash can to the curb. Now it involves sorting into recycle and non-recycle, and in some cases compost as a separate thing. In the cruder versions you have to sort metal and glass too.
YOU CAN SEE THE GLASS OF WATER BETWEEN TWO MATTERS.IF YOU ARE LUCKY,YOU WILL SEE THE GLASS HALF FULL,NEVERTHELESS, IF YOU ARE SO SAD YOU WILL BE THE GLASS HALF EMPTY. THIS IS A THEORY OF COMMON PEOPLE, HOWEVER I HAVE NEVER SEE DE GLASS OF WATER WHEN I FELT GOOD OR BAD,SIMPLY I DRINK IT.
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physical, mental and emotional. emptying ones thoughts onto canvas or notation paper or even ink on a paper. Emptying life into another. Emptying your clothes into bags and boxes, preparing for new. Empty shoes that haven’t been walked in
Empty boxes are full of nothingness. You can put your favourite belongings in it and you hide your deepest secrets in it. You can tie it closed shut with a pretty red ribbon, or you can leave it open for your younger sister to find either all of your nothingness or all of your hearts desires.
I was emptying out my change, as if I had nothing left to lose. I felt so empty inside, hallow, like my bare coin purse. I knew that my life here was an empty, bleak, shallow shell of what once was. It was time for me to be emptying out my former self and crawl to a new stage.
There is a box. I hold the box. Inside the box is a tonne of honey. Mmmmmm, I like honey. I have honey with my chai. Chai is yummy. Mmmmmmmmmm chai! That one time when peoples came over we sat in the passion-pit and drank chai whilst singing the Toffee Song.
The world feels unfriendly today. All the light and joy that seemed infinite yesterday is flowing away much too easily, like a hole in a bucket.
I’m tired of my mind playing these games with me.
Now here is one of life’s hard prods in the ribs, a barked hurry-up message, a get-up before it is gone warning. Emptying out into the night were the crowd, dispursing into the evening, even hurrying a little. Here was I standing on the steps of the cinema regretting that the film had ended, that I was leaving the warm fug of popcorn and the best part of my life to go back to reality.
out my brain sometimes it just seems so full and i never have time to just get all of my thoughts out. although it seems i dont really have time todo much of anything these days although Im trying. I wish I had 4-6 more hours in everyday but maybe the real problem is time management. and maybe resources. but thats an excuse really . I want to write and better myself by being tru to myself and to be happy. and that could be easy, if i would just let it be.
Emptying isn’t a nice word. Hollow, cold, it doesn’t roll off the tongue the way pretty words do. Words like ‘silver’, like ‘dilapidated’. Maybe because the word ’emptying’ comes with bad feelings, bad memories. Who knows.
The lack of motivation was emptying, it enervated her completely, siphoning out her will to exist in any conscious form. She just wanted to fastforward to the next hour, the day or moment when it returned, when the desire to do was rekindled.
to empty my thoughts and all my confusion , to be a positive person without any fear or crowded thoughts .
emptying it’s a pain. just a pain when you have nothing inside your heart!! people should be full of life, but not of eptying…
wellll
why not empty the ill feelings
empy thw water
the can
the ash tray
empty out your sorrows
empty the waste
empty everything not needed
emptying out what is only causing problems
When the rubbish bins are too full, they need emptying so the rubbish men come on thursday mornings. when everything that was in something is getting taken away
John was emptying the rounds quickly in the face of the attacking hyenas. His shotgun could only manage to blast enough shots to get 3 of the 5 hyenas.
What you would do for something you could add to your accusatory glare. I don’t have any room inside me for this, so I empty all the excess in buckets that I dip in to the maelstrom until they are filled with old memories, and I walk barefoot with them through these redwoods until I find a suitable place to dump them. I cover them with leaves so no one can find another reason to look at me sideways. And I walk back home, feeling guilty and a little lighter.
The world felt so empyting, like nothing was alive on it anymore. The smell of smoke still hung in the air.
I was emptying out my drawer the other day. And it occured to me that life is more complicated than it has to be. It is our power and urge to control things that we lose ourselves. And sometimes in order to be happy you just have to let go. It is a rough patch that we will always as humans struggle with.
emptying
I keep emptying out my suitcase in hoped that I will find it. The skull I’ve been missing has plagued my very existence. After carrying it through France by way of Egypt I seemed to misplace her. Deborah, the minacle Meryl Streep doppelgänger. Deborah was like my mr. Wilson. You know that volleyball Tom Hanks kept meandering on about.
I take out things from their containers and shake shake a lot to get rid of everything inside. Don’t fill it up again we are trying to keep it empty