Most days it’s absolutely endless. Java this, classes that, polymorphism, and encapsulation. I try to listen but then there’s Facebook, there’s E-Mail, there’s Stumbleupon, there’s everything better than Java. And then the clock strikes five thirty, the hand pauses, and we all grab our things, log off, and carry on through the cold night.
the sky is endless, my soul is endless, and that is it, you should expect me to say that my love is endless but it is not true, so I’m not going to say it
Your hands are shaking to the sound of the bass, the hums in the air, the drugs make all my thoughts hang without a doubt and your lips are endless ideas of infinity minus one, your eyes are shining as you turn, turn your head and your body against me, your eyes are- (que sera, sera) and you say,
lets look for things that are this moment (your breath is so close)
away from endless.
I already wrote about endless. It was my first prompt. Perhaps “endless” is endless. Is this irony? When you are happy it feels endless, like you will never again know pain. And sadly the inverse is true as well
“So is this it, then? Is THIS the afterlife? Just an endless walkabout with you as my only companion?”
He glared at me. “This isn’t exactly MY idea of fun, either. But no, THIS is not your final destination. This is merely a way station. Until you are ready to move on.”
Love is endless. It has no beginning and no end, like infinity. Love is infinity and no one, no man, woman, or force can change that. Love is endless, like the ocean. It all comes back, like its waters. The ocean is endless–its waters go all around the world and come back, like love. Both love and the ocean are endless.
Love is endless. It has no beginning and no end, like infinity. Love is infinity and no one, no man, woman, or force can change that. Love is endless, like the ocean. It all comes back, like its waters. The ocean is endless.
This makes me think of waiting at an airport and the plane is delayed and delayed and you feel you will never return to the normally functioning world ever again.
There are endless opportunities in the world. However, someone has to be able to see them. Having an open mind and reflecting on the input you get will significantly increase the chances of making the most of those.
I miss the endless summer days of my childhood. When every day is golden and warm, and the grass is green and soft under bare feet. I miss splashing in a crystal clear pool, taking rambling walks through golden fields and long naps on hot afternoons under a cool fan. I miss the feeling that my entire future is stretching out long and endless before me, and every day is full of adventures.
sons of the world were staring up at the new billboard. the stars were aligning in languages and nobody even knew why that all happened. endless, continuous, instantaneous. this isn’t for us. they fall off buildings and down the alleys and get caught by twin snakes. it’s overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
It’s not madness, is it? This endless pleasure that is ebay. Looking through everything people don’t want anymore. Looking through the rows and rows of online merchandise that people keep in their basements, in their apartments, on their floors. I wonder what exactly prompted the originally ownership of these pieces. Sometimes I wonder if it’s something that’s just been unearthed, or rebequeathed so that people are wondering what to do with it, exactly. And then, lo! An answer – ebay to the rescue.
As time…
It goes on and on
If you remember
Just for one second
Your connection to all things
The reality that are you part of it
You will never be lonely
And the love and passion that creates will spring forth from within you
The endless amounts of worthless information in this class. The amount of people moving to the “New World” is endless. The references to god are also endless.
Endless is a word that means something that goes on forever without stopping. If I had to tie it to what we’ve been learning I would say that the process of making it a better economy was a endless project
Never ending. The Puritains thought they had to live their lives in duty to God. Their faith was endless and proof of this lies in the fact that they remained dutiful even though they also believed in predestination which professes that only the chosen receive saltation regardless of faith and duty.
having no end to something. My American Lit class seems to be endless, but it is fun sometimes.On second thought. The Puritans had a endless trip to the new land.
The endless abyss spread out before me, leaving no light, no sound, nothing for me to hope for. I could almost swear I could hear myself think. That would only be, of course, if I wasn’t completely freaking out.
It seemed endless, the way they looked at one another. The sideways glances, the sleeping lids, the awkward sidestep around the corner to just get one more peek at the other. There was the occasional shared smile, the nervous laugh or the downcast eyes and bitten lip. It was a romance they’d never seek, but remember forever.
my work seems to wander on without hope of an end. things pile up and up and there is no relief in sight. when will I have rest? when will I see the sun again?
freewheeling past breakfast and abandon high tail the best of us. this is how we dismiss caution. letting breezes dictate, instruct until effortlessly we twist through memories. forget me not i say. there is much to learn from lawlessness. there is much to learn indeed from notions of grandeur and privilege. i am what beckons from the deep. from the death of caution to the vivid procurement of an empty road, an endless strip of land leading and leading and leading like a run-on.
On and on and on it went, and her mouth fell open and closed again, soundlessly as a landed fish. The tingles centered within her abdomen and below, with shoots of graver intensity threaded down the center. Shifting, straining – separating, glimmering green-scaled tail finally split into legs.
it is, isn’t it
that’s the problem
people like horizons
a place to go
a place to end
to stop
a pillow at the end of a long day
but its not
that’s the trick
the endless cruel trick.
Most days it’s absolutely endless. Java this, classes that, polymorphism, and encapsulation. I try to listen but then there’s Facebook, there’s E-Mail, there’s Stumbleupon, there’s everything better than Java. And then the clock strikes five thirty, the hand pauses, and we all grab our things, log off, and carry on through the cold night.
the sky is endless, my soul is endless, and that is it, you should expect me to say that my love is endless but it is not true, so I’m not going to say it
Your hands are shaking to the sound of the bass, the hums in the air, the drugs make all my thoughts hang without a doubt and your lips are endless ideas of infinity minus one, your eyes are shining as you turn, turn your head and your body against me, your eyes are- (que sera, sera) and you say,
lets look for things that are this moment (your breath is so close)
away from endless.
I don’t know how to get rid of this endless pain of loneliness. Will he write me again? Time and fate will only tell. It is up to him now.
I already wrote about endless. It was my first prompt. Perhaps “endless” is endless. Is this irony? When you are happy it feels endless, like you will never again know pain. And sadly the inverse is true as well
white pale streets ocean line waves horizon love
love
self-growth
“So is this it, then? Is THIS the afterlife? Just an endless walkabout with you as my only companion?”
He glared at me. “This isn’t exactly MY idea of fun, either. But no, THIS is not your final destination. This is merely a way station. Until you are ready to move on.”
“How do I do that?”
“You must remember how you died.”
never-ending.
Our friendship is endlesss.
Love and trust is endless
You can find the word endless in the dictionary :)
And endless cycle swirling into infinity. Is endlessness possible? Or is the idea of infinity spawned from our inability to comprehend our own end?
Love is endless. It has no beginning and no end, like infinity. Love is infinity and no one, no man, woman, or force can change that. Love is endless, like the ocean. It all comes back, like its waters. The ocean is endless–its waters go all around the world and come back, like love. Both love and the ocean are endless.
Love is endless. It has no beginning and no end, like infinity. Love is infinity and no one, no man, woman, or force can change that. Love is endless, like the ocean. It all comes back, like its waters. The ocean is endless.
This makes me think of waiting at an airport and the plane is delayed and delayed and you feel you will never return to the normally functioning world ever again.
The xx seconds for my Lotus Notes to start a new email on a busy day! Infinity, the time the email takes to open when I know its from you.
There are endless opportunities in the world. However, someone has to be able to see them. Having an open mind and reflecting on the input you get will significantly increase the chances of making the most of those.
I miss the endless summer days of my childhood. When every day is golden and warm, and the grass is green and soft under bare feet. I miss splashing in a crystal clear pool, taking rambling walks through golden fields and long naps on hot afternoons under a cool fan. I miss the feeling that my entire future is stretching out long and endless before me, and every day is full of adventures.
sons of the world were staring up at the new billboard. the stars were aligning in languages and nobody even knew why that all happened. endless, continuous, instantaneous. this isn’t for us. they fall off buildings and down the alleys and get caught by twin snakes. it’s overrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
It’s not madness, is it? This endless pleasure that is ebay. Looking through everything people don’t want anymore. Looking through the rows and rows of online merchandise that people keep in their basements, in their apartments, on their floors. I wonder what exactly prompted the originally ownership of these pieces. Sometimes I wonder if it’s something that’s just been unearthed, or rebequeathed so that people are wondering what to do with it, exactly. And then, lo! An answer – ebay to the rescue.
As time…
It goes on and on
If you remember
Just for one second
Your connection to all things
The reality that are you part of it
You will never be lonely
And the love and passion that creates will spring forth from within you
endless means never ending, or forever. writing seems like it is endless.
The endless amounts of worthless information in this class. The amount of people moving to the “New World” is endless. The references to god are also endless.
The snow went on for ever and ever, as long as I could see.
My heart ached, and I didn’t know why.
I wanted to run and run until I reached the point where the snow and the white sky met. Endless. Oblivion.
they say time is endless, I say it ends when it ends.
Endless is a word that means something that goes on forever without stopping. If I had to tie it to what we’ve been learning I would say that the process of making it a better economy was a endless project
Never ending. The Puritains thought they had to live their lives in duty to God. Their faith was endless and proof of this lies in the fact that they remained dutiful even though they also believed in predestination which professes that only the chosen receive saltation regardless of faith and duty.
having no end to something. My American Lit class seems to be endless, but it is fun sometimes.On second thought. The Puritans had a endless trip to the new land.
Endless: Something that never stops, continuous. Like this class It seems like it goes on forever.
Endless is none stop, like learning. Learning never stops, because we always learn something new each day. English is an endless learning process.
In a world endless you can discover things that you never imagine!
is something that goes on forever. like when Mr oehlertz talks its endless talk. the word endless is a great word.
The endless abyss spread out before me, leaving no light, no sound, nothing for me to hope for. I could almost swear I could hear myself think. That would only be, of course, if I wasn’t completely freaking out.
Endless means never stopping. Like the sky in Oklahoma. Like school paperwork. Like a highway. Like love. Like blades of grass.
It seemed endless, the way they looked at one another. The sideways glances, the sleeping lids, the awkward sidestep around the corner to just get one more peek at the other. There was the occasional shared smile, the nervous laugh or the downcast eyes and bitten lip. It was a romance they’d never seek, but remember forever.
endless days of summer
endless love throughout eternity
endless speaker
endless winds
endless sands of the desert
endless
infinite
always on going
Time is endless or at least that what we think.
endless possibilies endless dreams endless growing up endless dreaming endless thoughts endless life endless
my work seems to wander on without hope of an end. things pile up and up and there is no relief in sight. when will I have rest? when will I see the sun again?
freewheeling past breakfast and abandon high tail the best of us. this is how we dismiss caution. letting breezes dictate, instruct until effortlessly we twist through memories. forget me not i say. there is much to learn from lawlessness. there is much to learn indeed from notions of grandeur and privilege. i am what beckons from the deep. from the death of caution to the vivid procurement of an empty road, an endless strip of land leading and leading and leading like a run-on.
The road seemed endless, stretching up, out, to the horizon and presumably beyond even that. An infinity of asphalt.
On and on and on it went, and her mouth fell open and closed again, soundlessly as a landed fish. The tingles centered within her abdomen and below, with shoots of graver intensity threaded down the center. Shifting, straining – separating, glimmering green-scaled tail finally split into legs.
it is, isn’t it
that’s the problem
people like horizons
a place to go
a place to end
to stop
a pillow at the end of a long day
but its not
that’s the trick
the endless cruel trick.