harness, reign yourself in. control. essential? probably not, and yet we spend the day doing exactly that. harness in the emotions bubbling up to the top. don’t let them go free, go wild. reign them in. keep them on lock down.
“If only it was as simple as that,” she said.
“We need to harness the energy of the group, crowdsourcing is what it is called. It can happen, not at once. but with everyone putting in a little time and energy.”
His enthusiasm was exhausting. She knew it was just gathering promises, like running to catch clouds in a butterfly net. When it came down to the end with little to show for it, he would move on, as optimistic as ever, and she would be left trying to rescue herself from disillusion, again. To him the clouds were like soft pillows endlessly promising peaceful slumber and happy dreams. The clouds she saw were heavy with the promise of storms and turbulence, and grief.
the boy moved the harness aside ” im going to jump without it”..”what are you carzy?” the little girl asked him.. “yes i am because everytime i almost died he saved me! i know he’s gonna do this again.. i dont know why he spares my life everytime.. i already came to terms with the fact im gonna die so why does he save me everytime???”.. he jumped and saw his face again.. the death angel went by and caught him but just to put him carfully on the ground.. “thats it! tell me why me?? i never asked to be immortal!!!the only thing that was sure about my life is that im gonna die! is this some kind of joke? since its not funny” the death angel answer “i cant let my most precious person die, even if god will punish me for it “
To harness a day… to grapple it, to take it by it’s head and yank it towards you into a headlock, that’s a goal of mine from here on out. I sincerely feel it catching up with me: wasting days doing what might seem fun, overall, but when dissected, is nothing more than perpetuating the lack of productivity by “staying busy” through constant lack of focus. I gotta get my shit together. Gotta make some changes. Gotta harness today.
Also, watched Dragon Tattoo last night and the harness Skarsguard (tell me i spelled that correctly off the top of my head…) put Daniel Craig in was one of the more legit harnesses I’ve seen in movies. Then he got got. . . of course.
the boy moved the harness aside ” im going to jump without it”..”what are you carzy?” the little girl asked him.. “yes i am because everytime i almost died he saved me! i know he’s gonna do this again.. i dont know why he spares my life everytime.. i already came to terms with the fact im gonna die so why does he save me everytime???”.. he jumped and saw his face again.. the death angel went by and caught him but just to put him carfully on the ground.. “thats it! tell me why me?? i never asked to be immortal!!!the only thing that was sure about my life is that im gonna die! is this some kind of joke? since its not funny” the death angel answer “i cant let my most precious person die, even if god will punish me for it “
I felt weak. I felt happy. I was weak yet happy, I never knew that this could happen. I never thought that I would feel this but I do. It feels like I’m jumping, without harness. Though I was given the chance to be safe, I didn’t take it. I wanted to fall. I wanted to take the risk, I knew it was dangerous but it was something I wanted to do. I’m not gonna miss you. I’m gonna take this chance, I will allow myself to enjoy the fall, And think about it later. You are the only person I ever took this chance with. This is unrequited I know, And I will regret doing this later but I will take. You make me happy.
I can’t believe I’m writing this and thinking about someone at the same time. You did this to me. This is all your fault. Don’t you dare walk away from my life, I kinda need you. You’ve become a necessity.
The horse was riding the little girl up the hill. As they went, something spooked him and he began to go faster and faster. The little girl remembered her mom and dad’s instruction and pulled back on the harness.
The harness did not feel secure. Nope, not in any way, shape or form. And it didn’t matter how much they all told me it would be fine, the Fear from the previous time was still with me. It had taken this long, after all, to get back this far, it should have been no surprise that I should feel this way now.
I will strap a harness onto anything that I decide to ride. connected to that harness will be a nob that I will hold on to for grip and for my balance. If it is a female or a male ( perferrably a male) That I am riding then i would like if she had her her tied up into a bun in the back and I will hold on to that for a knob. whip it whip it! yeeehaw giddy up! that a girl ;D
A horse had to harness the power of its muscles in order fulfill the duty given to it by the harness.
“What an elaborate contraption, this harness!” thought the horse.
to grasp hold of, i think of it as a proactive measure to grab onto every bit of knowledge, love, and help for mankind to make my life better as well as the lives of others….
harness. whatever you can. whenever you can. it is up to you. and bear responsibility for what you have harnessed. it is yours – bouquets and brickbats.
Life’s best harness is the Bible, you can say I’m old fashioned, but have you ever read it? Have you ever tried what it suggests? If you have, you will know that it’s principles ring true and that it truly is the book of life. I don’t know how I ever lived without this harness.
knights, war, princesses, swords, my hand is covered with blood i can’t take it anymore, castles full of knights. A harness is as tight as silver and doesn’t break that much. love
‘To harness the power of the dead you have to become dead itself.’ he said smiling vividly. His weak body trembling, trying it’s best to suspend the demonic arm in the air. ‘You have to sacrifice your soul, you’ll become just an empty vase, but with power so great that you can’t even imagine it. Are you brave enough ?’ he jiggled as his eyes started glowing.
He wanted to harness the energy of the sun. He made detailed sketches and solved equations. He became obsessed with power and electricity and heat. The question of how plagued him day and night, and the sun mocked him, far from reach and ever eternal.
harnesses were quite preferrable when climbing, however, not always are they available. One can make one’s own harness out of rope. It is just a matter of tying the knots in the right places. A harness can make a climb much easier and far more comfortable not to mention the fact that safety ropes can be attached to a harness.
morning wen the moonglo bust i saddled up the mare cawl must
I saddled her a addled her and oh i mad her feel so cust
to have ti liv with lad a lad like me who made her dawn a misery
i tore her thru the burning sands thill burning saddle blazed my glands
dats nearly awful things to say when im not thinks things go awray
Opportunities pass me by before I can harness them. There a people in the world who would give anything for my life, my health, my moments of happiness. And it’s wasted on me, because I can’t see through … I can’t even think through whatever is infecting me. I want to scream. I want to never speak again. I want to be locked away and I want more than anything for no one to understand, because I’d never wish this on anyone else. I am the one under harness and the only thing I can think of that might be worse is if I were free.
All the forces in the universe were pulling against him in every direction, but he wore his harness proudly and pushed on with life. It had never stopped him before, adversity, and he saw no reason to let it win then.
The safety net of family is always in the back of my mind. My security – the fact I’ll never be alone unless something truly terrifying happens. Harnessing that love, that inner peace is something totally divine.
i need a harness right now cause I’m falling and i need something to help support the weight. help me carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/ A friend or a harness will do. At least with a friend you talk, harness’ just hurt and that totally sucks and i also hate rock climbing a lot, just putting that out there.
harness the wilderness, events and nights buy a camp fire. snap pop and crack. the lighter lights the pipe and the cold ocean water calms the soul. harness
Cracked my fingers right now, kinda reminded me of the time i put a harness on my cat, and she bit on the finger. Not sure why cracking my fingers would bring up those memories but ehh what ever.
I hadn’t gone riding since the accident. Every time I looked at Shayla, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach with the residue of the memory. I tried to push through it, and grabbed her harness.
the wind had caught ahold of something. there was a kind of subterranean power to it today, as though it has been storing its stamina, its speed, its accusing all for today. it had something in its stride and part of that was me.
I was on the brink. Tears were about to spill over my lids or my fist was about to sock him in the face. I steadied my facial expersions trying vainly to harness my rage and pain into words. Words that would wound him to the point where his heart would lay fileted and ruined at my feet. Instead, with my tears fought back and fist relaxed against my thigh, I walked away. My silence trailed behind me, as battered but brave shadow.
the young boy carried his shield against his chest and imagined the history it harnessed of generations of his fathers. It was sublime and left his tent alone.
The bit and harness keeps the horse in line keeps him from running free not because he will be lost or because he will not know where to go but because he will know he will be so sure and so infallibly sure yet so completely wrong that he will run far and wide until he becomes so lost he won’t know how to get back again
Hanging airborn, relaxing now in an endless sunny sky
harness, reign yourself in. control. essential? probably not, and yet we spend the day doing exactly that. harness in the emotions bubbling up to the top. don’t let them go free, go wild. reign them in. keep them on lock down.
“If only it was as simple as that,” she said.
“We need to harness the energy of the group, crowdsourcing is what it is called. It can happen, not at once. but with everyone putting in a little time and energy.”
His enthusiasm was exhausting. She knew it was just gathering promises, like running to catch clouds in a butterfly net. When it came down to the end with little to show for it, he would move on, as optimistic as ever, and she would be left trying to rescue herself from disillusion, again. To him the clouds were like soft pillows endlessly promising peaceful slumber and happy dreams. The clouds she saw were heavy with the promise of storms and turbulence, and grief.
the boy moved the harness aside ” im going to jump without it”..”what are you carzy?” the little girl asked him.. “yes i am because everytime i almost died he saved me! i know he’s gonna do this again.. i dont know why he spares my life everytime.. i already came to terms with the fact im gonna die so why does he save me everytime???”.. he jumped and saw his face again.. the death angel went by and caught him but just to put him carfully on the ground.. “thats it! tell me why me?? i never asked to be immortal!!!the only thing that was sure about my life is that im gonna die! is this some kind of joke? since its not funny” the death angel answer “i cant let my most precious person die, even if god will punish me for it “
To harness a day… to grapple it, to take it by it’s head and yank it towards you into a headlock, that’s a goal of mine from here on out. I sincerely feel it catching up with me: wasting days doing what might seem fun, overall, but when dissected, is nothing more than perpetuating the lack of productivity by “staying busy” through constant lack of focus. I gotta get my shit together. Gotta make some changes. Gotta harness today.
Also, watched Dragon Tattoo last night and the harness Skarsguard (tell me i spelled that correctly off the top of my head…) put Daniel Craig in was one of the more legit harnesses I’ve seen in movies. Then he got got. . . of course.
the boy moved the harness aside ” im going to jump without it”..”what are you carzy?” the little girl asked him.. “yes i am because everytime i almost died he saved me! i know he’s gonna do this again.. i dont know why he spares my life everytime.. i already came to terms with the fact im gonna die so why does he save me everytime???”.. he jumped and saw his face again.. the death angel went by and caught him but just to put him carfully on the ground.. “thats it! tell me why me?? i never asked to be immortal!!!the only thing that was sure about my life is that im gonna die! is this some kind of joke? since its not funny” the death angel answer “i cant let my most precious person die, even if god will punish me for it “
I felt weak. I felt happy. I was weak yet happy, I never knew that this could happen. I never thought that I would feel this but I do. It feels like I’m jumping, without harness. Though I was given the chance to be safe, I didn’t take it. I wanted to fall. I wanted to take the risk, I knew it was dangerous but it was something I wanted to do. I’m not gonna miss you. I’m gonna take this chance, I will allow myself to enjoy the fall, And think about it later. You are the only person I ever took this chance with. This is unrequited I know, And I will regret doing this later but I will take. You make me happy.
I can’t believe I’m writing this and thinking about someone at the same time. You did this to me. This is all your fault. Don’t you dare walk away from my life, I kinda need you. You’ve become a necessity.
The horse was riding the little girl up the hill. As they went, something spooked him and he began to go faster and faster. The little girl remembered her mom and dad’s instruction and pulled back on the harness.
The harness did not feel secure. Nope, not in any way, shape or form. And it didn’t matter how much they all told me it would be fine, the Fear from the previous time was still with me. It had taken this long, after all, to get back this far, it should have been no surprise that I should feel this way now.
The old woman bent down to pick up the harness out of the snow. In its haste, the young Mustang had thrown it off. Now it was free.
I will strap a harness onto anything that I decide to ride. connected to that harness will be a nob that I will hold on to for grip and for my balance. If it is a female or a male ( perferrably a male) That I am riding then i would like if she had her her tied up into a bun in the back and I will hold on to that for a knob. whip it whip it! yeeehaw giddy up! that a girl ;D
A horse had to harness the power of its muscles in order fulfill the duty given to it by the harness.
“What an elaborate contraption, this harness!” thought the horse.
Take up a cause, catch a star, prime your heart, ready your mind, steady your feet, open to the possible, harness your light <3
Is there a way to erase what the past has done? Harness old wounds and change the foundations?
to grasp hold of, i think of it as a proactive measure to grab onto every bit of knowledge, love, and help for mankind to make my life better as well as the lives of others….
harness. whatever you can. whenever you can. it is up to you. and bear responsibility for what you have harnessed. it is yours – bouquets and brickbats.
Life’s best harness is the Bible, you can say I’m old fashioned, but have you ever read it? Have you ever tried what it suggests? If you have, you will know that it’s principles ring true and that it truly is the book of life. I don’t know how I ever lived without this harness.
knights, war, princesses, swords, my hand is covered with blood i can’t take it anymore, castles full of knights. A harness is as tight as silver and doesn’t break that much. love
“Don’t let go.”
I wouldn’t.
“Do NOT let go of me.”
Why would I let go of the only thing that’s kept me here? My mind, my soul, my body?
Safely hang from the spires while spraying cleaning detergent on the slate tops that cover the wooden framework.
The harness was not strong enough to restrain the prisoner. We did all that we could do to stop him from escaping and creating panic.
‘To harness the power of the dead you have to become dead itself.’ he said smiling vividly. His weak body trembling, trying it’s best to suspend the demonic arm in the air. ‘You have to sacrifice your soul, you’ll become just an empty vase, but with power so great that you can’t even imagine it. Are you brave enough ?’ he jiggled as his eyes started glowing.
He wanted to harness the energy of the sun. He made detailed sketches and solved equations. He became obsessed with power and electricity and heat. The question of how plagued him day and night, and the sun mocked him, far from reach and ever eternal.
harnesses were quite preferrable when climbing, however, not always are they available. One can make one’s own harness out of rope. It is just a matter of tying the knots in the right places. A harness can make a climb much easier and far more comfortable not to mention the fact that safety ropes can be attached to a harness.
Lost about 2000 words and 4 hours worth of time. But that’s just fine. Write it shorter, write it better, write it quicker.
1,000 words in less than an hour. Now that’s something to which I can set a chime. Got it all in my mind, I do.
morning wen the moonglo bust i saddled up the mare cawl must
I saddled her a addled her and oh i mad her feel so cust
to have ti liv with lad a lad like me who made her dawn a misery
i tore her thru the burning sands thill burning saddle blazed my glands
dats nearly awful things to say when im not thinks things go awray
Opportunities pass me by before I can harness them. There a people in the world who would give anything for my life, my health, my moments of happiness. And it’s wasted on me, because I can’t see through … I can’t even think through whatever is infecting me. I want to scream. I want to never speak again. I want to be locked away and I want more than anything for no one to understand, because I’d never wish this on anyone else. I am the one under harness and the only thing I can think of that might be worse is if I were free.
All the forces in the universe were pulling against him in every direction, but he wore his harness proudly and pushed on with life. It had never stopped him before, adversity, and he saw no reason to let it win then.
the saftey harness was emant to sto[ me falling. I had to trust in it just like I had to trust in Marc, but I couldn’t, the catch had slipped before.
The safety net of family is always in the back of my mind. My security – the fact I’ll never be alone unless something truly terrifying happens. Harnessing that love, that inner peace is something totally divine.
i need a harness right now cause I’m falling and i need something to help support the weight. help me carry the weight of the world on my shoulders/ A friend or a harness will do. At least with a friend you talk, harness’ just hurt and that totally sucks and i also hate rock climbing a lot, just putting that out there.
harness the wilderness, events and nights buy a camp fire. snap pop and crack. the lighter lights the pipe and the cold ocean water calms the soul. harness
Cracked my fingers right now, kinda reminded me of the time i put a harness on my cat, and she bit on the finger. Not sure why cracking my fingers would bring up those memories but ehh what ever.
I hadn’t gone riding since the accident. Every time I looked at Shayla, my heart sank into the pit of my stomach with the residue of the memory. I tried to push through it, and grabbed her harness.
the wind had caught ahold of something. there was a kind of subterranean power to it today, as though it has been storing its stamina, its speed, its accusing all for today. it had something in its stride and part of that was me.
So, I saw myself standing on the bridge. Strapped to the harness. Can I jump? I don’t think I can…but thats what today is about…facing my fears…
I was on the brink. Tears were about to spill over my lids or my fist was about to sock him in the face. I steadied my facial expersions trying vainly to harness my rage and pain into words. Words that would wound him to the point where his heart would lay fileted and ruined at my feet. Instead, with my tears fought back and fist relaxed against my thigh, I walked away. My silence trailed behind me, as battered but brave shadow.
the young boy carried his shield against his chest and imagined the history it harnessed of generations of his fathers. It was sublime and left his tent alone.
harness is somethng to use for safety. You can harness energy.
The bit and harness keeps the horse in line keeps him from running free not because he will be lost or because he will not know where to go but because he will know he will be so sure and so infallibly sure yet so completely wrong that he will run far and wide until he becomes so lost he won’t know how to get back again