If this is the end of us, I never wanted you to leave me with my head full of question. Why should you leave me like this? What do I did to you that makes you act like this?
It was the end of the day. The curtain was slightly open. The rain drops shone orange from the street light. And the silhouette of a horse ty named thunderbolt could just about be seen.
The ship went slowly by. The little table we managed to ravage to keep us floating was quickly absorbing seawater. It was just a matter of time. The end was near.
I don’t think this is the end. I never want to ended up like this. Watching you go away and left me with this broken heart. It’s just like you never really care. Do you? Do you ever care before?
You say that it’s over, that with her, it’s the end.
I try to believe when you lie and pretend.
I convince myself that I have stolen your heart
But I can’t fight the fact that she still owns a part.
remember when every single person though 2012 was going to be the end? honestly speaking did anyone really believe that because wow you must be naive. i was kinda surprised to see the amount of people who believed that. i kinda laughed at them thinking they were preeeeeeeeeettttttttttttty pathetic ya know. yap. the world will end and we know the exact date and everything because the mayans are always right and yes and yes and yes okay i wont lie i believed it too….but i only believed it the week of december 19th haha. fail. bye
remember when every single person though 2012 was going to be the end? honestly speaking did anyone really believe that because wow you must be naive. i was kinda surprised to see the amount of people who believed that. i kinda laughed at them thinking they were preeeeeeeeeettttttttttttty pathetic ya know. yap. the world will end and we know the exact date and everything because the mayans are always right and yes and yes and yes okay i wont lie i believed it too….but i only believed it the week of december 19th haha. fail. bye
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
Who knows. I wish we could all just get along. Then nothing could end. Especially friendships. Gosh I hate that. Help.
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
The end is the beginning, the beginning is the end. The cycle continues time after time, life goes on, and we learn from whatever happens in the meanwhile. We’re just one more step in the lifecycle of the world.
The end of the world is near. I don’t know how it will end. But it will. Some say ice… some say fire… some say we will simply cease to exist. I believe that the world will end in various ways. But it will for sure end by the hands of man. We will be our own downfall.
It was the end, and we both knew it. We could pretend all we wanted, but there was just not going to be any more. Maybe it was even past the end, maybe we had pushed it longer than we should have. But right now we knew that it was over, done forever, and that was that.
The end scares me. Infinity scares me. I think that’s why I can’t stare at the sky too long. It feels like it’ll swallow me whole. There’s something beautiful, yet eerie about how there’s no end to the sky. It’s always there. It’s always been there. It’ll (hopefully) always be there.
i think in the end,
everybody regrets the chances they didn’t take.
the relationships they were scared to have,
the decisions they took too long to make,
and the good night kisses they didn’t steal.
we regret not talking to the seemingly perfect boy in biology
or asking the girl of our dreams to prom.
life’s too short for regrets,
so we should live and take risks while we can.
a wise person once told me,
“it’s better to be able to say ‘oh well’ rather than ‘what if’.”
The end is always near. Every corner it creeps showing me it’s insides. Cracking the whip saving it’s secrets for another day. I’m holding my breath. I hate waiting for you
Meandering along the alley ways, Jessica wasn’t in a hurry to get home. The end of her journey didn’t need to get closer, so taking the long way home was the best way. She didn’t want to hear the news waiting for her..
When it is the end
you (we) don’t need to talk about it
it simply, cruelly, destructively comes
and we wait, curving around
(smiling) as the wave draws near
hands become one
When it is the end
we realize that’s all there is
nothing will be forced from us
ever again
Love
defeats
end
I think
until
end
comes
anyway
It does not
exist
in the mind
of a
lover.
Perhaps
love
truth
nature…
are
more
[right]
than
endings
while both
are
weighed
in balance.
I already wrote about this word, but okay, I’ll do it once more. The end is scary thing, but also the beginning of something new. Watch The Fountain. That is a great movie about the inevitability of end. A couple want to be immortal with each other, but the guy is trying to get the woman to live forever when he doesn’t realize that they’ll be together again in the after life too.
The end, she said. But it wasn’t, not really. The end of a chapter, the end of an epic, even, but it wasn’t THE END the end. She still had some fight left in her. She still had things to do, things to learn. Her children had grown and left, her husband had passed, but her life was still hers, and she could do more with it.
The end is nigh. That’s what those crazy hobos are always saying on the side of the streets in big cities… right? Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one person in real life ever holding a sign declaring some big, world changing statement.
the world didnt end in december 2012 as the Mayans predicted and i am very relived about that because i am only young and dying in 2012 would mean that i would have spent my whole life (bar 3 years of being an infant) in education. that would be a waste of life.
the end is neigh
the end is what i dream of and I
I just can’t bring myself to think that anyone but I could survive past the end. The end is what excites me, yet also terrifies me. It’s finished. The end. Happily ever after? No.
Just
The
End
Well. That’s the end of that. There’s going to be no more. Ever. After all this time, nothing is going to be the same. There’s no more. It’s all over. Done. End. End. End. Who would have thought? I never even knew.
and it became the only thing there was left to do
was to fall, and so we did, together, us and the ground;
grass and cement and champagne stains, my spine stretches farther than yours,
if we could make each other happy, we would (and i want you to say the same,
without questioning your intent,
but i’ll slip my hand into yours as we sleep and refrain myself from making promises to you)
The End. He never wanted to say goodbye. He watched as she boarded the train. The train was five minutes late, but she didn’t look at him. She didn’t respond. He tried to say something. She wiped away tears with her hand. He watched her cry. She began to sob. He asked her not to lose it. She wanted to say she hated him. He wanted to say he loved her.
Oh the sky was wonderful and horrible- a thick red soup like a screaming mouth. The universe was ending brilliantly. Every star exploded with white-hot abandon, a scatter of glitter and minerals in the bloody sky. Soon, soon, our sun would be next.
time is running out; it really is the end. she thinks to herself that maybe it didn’t have to happen this way, which is sad, because as she crawls to the toilet to puke it all up, the sleeping pills take hold and she collapses ungracefully on the carpet outside the bathroom.
I would often end my sentences with periods because I had been taught all my life that I must do so. However, I would sometimes wonder why these periods were so necessary. Why couldn’t I end my sentences with comas or perhaps a small drawing of plant or an insect. Why did I continue using periods?
I laughed, thinking it couldn’t be. It wasn’t. I would keep going, it would keep trailing after me and it would continue. And I did. It went by, went by. Until… it didn’t. It came sooner than I expected. There wasn’t time for anticipation, or loathing or excitement. It just left.
it’s the end of the journey, the end of the end. her breathing becomes ragged and quiet as blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth. her chest stops moving. it’s the end.
I never understood the word, commencement,
because it means beginning and I saw school as ending.
Of course, now I know, commencement means starting
your life after school and yet, it was the end of security,
friendships and innocence when we were pushed out of the nest.
Never stopping on this midnight swim in the ice water atmosphere. But this was a rare night. One step away from falling off the cliff to my insanity. Silent enough for my eyes to float with the stars. But a cat’s subtle meows startled me.
I had no idea where I was going. Lost in the turns and deadends of this footed rollercoaster .
The air was a painted picture and ghosts slipped in or out of every breath. The street lamps were smothered by the Dark Goddess of Night. Using the moon’s vague light as my North Star. Asphalt pebbles dance under my feet.. Treading through this unsounded alley. Narrowed by tall walls hiding the end. Following phantoms erasing my steps as I go. The compelling urge to look at what lurks behind.
But I know the only thing that will kill me is the darkness in my mind.
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If this is the end of us, I never wanted you to leave me with my head full of question. Why should you leave me like this? What do I did to you that makes you act like this?
It was the end of the day. The curtain was slightly open. The rain drops shone orange from the street light. And the silhouette of a horse ty named thunderbolt could just about be seen.
The ship went slowly by. The little table we managed to ravage to keep us floating was quickly absorbing seawater. It was just a matter of time. The end was near.
I don’t think this is the end. I never want to ended up like this. Watching you go away and left me with this broken heart. It’s just like you never really care. Do you? Do you ever care before?
You say that it’s over, that with her, it’s the end.
I try to believe when you lie and pretend.
I convince myself that I have stolen your heart
But I can’t fight the fact that she still owns a part.
remember when every single person though 2012 was going to be the end? honestly speaking did anyone really believe that because wow you must be naive. i was kinda surprised to see the amount of people who believed that. i kinda laughed at them thinking they were preeeeeeeeeettttttttttttty pathetic ya know. yap. the world will end and we know the exact date and everything because the mayans are always right and yes and yes and yes okay i wont lie i believed it too….but i only believed it the week of december 19th haha. fail. bye
remember when every single person though 2012 was going to be the end? honestly speaking did anyone really believe that because wow you must be naive. i was kinda surprised to see the amount of people who believed that. i kinda laughed at them thinking they were preeeeeeeeeettttttttttttty pathetic ya know. yap. the world will end and we know the exact date and everything because the mayans are always right and yes and yes and yes okay i wont lie i believed it too….but i only believed it the week of december 19th haha. fail. bye
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
Who knows. I wish we could all just get along. Then nothing could end. Especially friendships. Gosh I hate that. Help.
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
What is the end? I don’t even know anymore. When people talk about the end, I don’t know what to think. I think about the world ending, or people dying. But nothing really does end. Does it?
The end is the beginning, the beginning is the end. The cycle continues time after time, life goes on, and we learn from whatever happens in the meanwhile. We’re just one more step in the lifecycle of the world.
The end of the world is near. I don’t know how it will end. But it will. Some say ice… some say fire… some say we will simply cease to exist. I believe that the world will end in various ways. But it will for sure end by the hands of man. We will be our own downfall.
It was the end, and we both knew it. We could pretend all we wanted, but there was just not going to be any more. Maybe it was even past the end, maybe we had pushed it longer than we should have. But right now we knew that it was over, done forever, and that was that.
The end scares me. Infinity scares me. I think that’s why I can’t stare at the sky too long. It feels like it’ll swallow me whole. There’s something beautiful, yet eerie about how there’s no end to the sky. It’s always there. It’s always been there. It’ll (hopefully) always be there.
i think in the end,
everybody regrets the chances they didn’t take.
the relationships they were scared to have,
the decisions they took too long to make,
and the good night kisses they didn’t steal.
we regret not talking to the seemingly perfect boy in biology
or asking the girl of our dreams to prom.
life’s too short for regrets,
so we should live and take risks while we can.
a wise person once told me,
“it’s better to be able to say ‘oh well’ rather than ‘what if’.”
The end is always near. Every corner it creeps showing me it’s insides. Cracking the whip saving it’s secrets for another day. I’m holding my breath. I hate waiting for you
Meandering along the alley ways, Jessica wasn’t in a hurry to get home. The end of her journey didn’t need to get closer, so taking the long way home was the best way. She didn’t want to hear the news waiting for her..
When it is the end
you (we) don’t need to talk about it
it simply, cruelly, destructively comes
and we wait, curving around
(smiling) as the wave draws near
hands become one
When it is the end
we realize that’s all there is
nothing will be forced from us
ever again
The end we write about
is only a beginning.
(It does not matter yet).
the end? I don’t see it happening. It’s too good to stop and I don’t want too!
Love
defeats
end
I think
until
end
comes
anyway
It does not
exist
in the mind
of a
lover.
Perhaps
love
truth
nature…
are
more
[right]
than
endings
while both
are
weighed
in balance.
I already wrote about this word, but okay, I’ll do it once more. The end is scary thing, but also the beginning of something new. Watch The Fountain. That is a great movie about the inevitability of end. A couple want to be immortal with each other, but the guy is trying to get the woman to live forever when he doesn’t realize that they’ll be together again in the after life too.
When will it? so tired. Must sleep on it. Tomorrow is another day.
The end, she said. But it wasn’t, not really. The end of a chapter, the end of an epic, even, but it wasn’t THE END the end. She still had some fight left in her. She still had things to do, things to learn. Her children had grown and left, her husband had passed, but her life was still hers, and she could do more with it.
The end is nigh. That’s what those crazy hobos are always saying on the side of the streets in big cities… right? Actually, I don’t think I’ve ever seen one person in real life ever holding a sign declaring some big, world changing statement.
the world didnt end in december 2012 as the Mayans predicted and i am very relived about that because i am only young and dying in 2012 would mean that i would have spent my whole life (bar 3 years of being an infant) in education. that would be a waste of life.
What an epic word for such an epic day. Today is my end. The end of it all and all that has begun> the end of the things to come>
or none.
Can we start over? No, our time is running out, and besides I haven’t got any room left in me for any more of you.
I’ll see you in another life, where we are both fish.
the end is neigh
the end is what i dream of and I
I just can’t bring myself to think that anyone but I could survive past the end. The end is what excites me, yet also terrifies me. It’s finished. The end. Happily ever after? No.
Just
The
End
Well. That’s the end of that. There’s going to be no more. Ever. After all this time, nothing is going to be the same. There’s no more. It’s all over. Done. End. End. End. Who would have thought? I never even knew.
and it became the only thing there was left to do
was to fall, and so we did, together, us and the ground;
grass and cement and champagne stains, my spine stretches farther than yours,
if we could make each other happy, we would (and i want you to say the same,
without questioning your intent,
but i’ll slip my hand into yours as we sleep and refrain myself from making promises to you)
The End. He never wanted to say goodbye. He watched as she boarded the train. The train was five minutes late, but she didn’t look at him. She didn’t respond. He tried to say something. She wiped away tears with her hand. He watched her cry. She began to sob. He asked her not to lose it. She wanted to say she hated him. He wanted to say he loved her.
Oh the sky was wonderful and horrible- a thick red soup like a screaming mouth. The universe was ending brilliantly. Every star exploded with white-hot abandon, a scatter of glitter and minerals in the bloody sky. Soon, soon, our sun would be next.
time is running out; it really is the end. she thinks to herself that maybe it didn’t have to happen this way, which is sad, because as she crawls to the toilet to puke it all up, the sleeping pills take hold and she collapses ungracefully on the carpet outside the bathroom.
I would often end my sentences with periods because I had been taught all my life that I must do so. However, I would sometimes wonder why these periods were so necessary. Why couldn’t I end my sentences with comas or perhaps a small drawing of plant or an insect. Why did I continue using periods?
I laughed, thinking it couldn’t be. It wasn’t. I would keep going, it would keep trailing after me and it would continue. And I did. It went by, went by. Until… it didn’t. It came sooner than I expected. There wasn’t time for anticipation, or loathing or excitement. It just left.
it’s the end of the journey, the end of the end. her breathing becomes ragged and quiet as blood trickles out of the corner of her mouth. her chest stops moving. it’s the end.
stone
solitude
magnanimous always
breath divine
solitude
stone
I never understood the word, commencement,
because it means beginning and I saw school as ending.
Of course, now I know, commencement means starting
your life after school and yet, it was the end of security,
friendships and innocence when we were pushed out of the nest.
Never stopping on this midnight swim in the ice water atmosphere. But this was a rare night. One step away from falling off the cliff to my insanity. Silent enough for my eyes to float with the stars. But a cat’s subtle meows startled me.
I had no idea where I was going. Lost in the turns and deadends of this footed rollercoaster .
The air was a painted picture and ghosts slipped in or out of every breath. The street lamps were smothered by the Dark Goddess of Night. Using the moon’s vague light as my North Star. Asphalt pebbles dance under my feet.. Treading through this unsounded alley. Narrowed by tall walls hiding the end. Following phantoms erasing my steps as I go. The compelling urge to look at what lurks behind.
But I know the only thing that will kill me is the darkness in my mind.