Every this is. You are. I am. That answer was. My love can be. Want to see? I hope to be. Maybe its all a dream. The room has become. My breathing is. The music has become. I will forever love the word intense.
a moment that is long and drawn out. Can be associated with love. Things that happen and weren’t planned to happen. Intense looks can always be the best, depending on who the look is from, or the worst. Intensity is enthralling and, personally, I seek to have more intense moments in my life. But I suppose, for now, I will have to stick with the dullness that seems to follow me everywhere.
Intense became the feeling no other word could describe. Maybe a similar word, or better yet two words, would be “in tents”. We woke up this morning with the dew from earlier still nipping onto the polyester fabric protecting us form the inner tent to the outer woods. The audible familiarity of birds and critters and other quintessential forest-like creatures was the alarm clock that caused me be wake.
i am intense
i am the very air that we breath, incense
in the sense of actuality
and factual
i am vigorous.
i am vital to the vivacious virtue of this life we live
or for the very least.
mine.
i am.
intense.
intense. intense is the aura i feel when you turn to me. when i know i was late. that face i’ve never caught on camera. those dark, dark eyes looking at me with rage, not green like they were that night when i fell in love with you. intense is how i feel when i know i’m late from where we were supposed to meet and i know what will happen when i get in the car. what you will do to me. i won’t even be able to get a word out, to tell you what happened. to explain.
Intense, that’s one way to put it. The bouncing ball echoing around the otherwise silent gym. Your imagination running wild as you picture thousands of people watching you ready yourself for that game winning free throw…. ready, aim, shoot…. the woosh of the ball hitting the bottom of the net, deadening your hopes.
Isn’t it strange how a single person can make everything around you appear so much more intense? Sounds, smells, colors, it seems like everything is amplified by his or her mere presence…and how strange it is to have everything become so dull, so plain, just by hearing some simple words…
intense is when she is lcoming just before i am coming and i can feel her tightening around me and getting more and more carryied away. at one point shell stop making any noices and it takes her some secounds to catch her breath again
It was so intense the day I decide to audition. I was going to play acoustic guitar and sing in front of millions of people. I got on stage and started playing the guitar even before i was supposed to, i was so nervous. The guy told me to slow down and to start when he told me to.
the rush i feel is intense, as i’m tossed back and forth in the crowd of moshers. i have bruises on my arms and legs but i don’t care. the music drowns out all my thoughts, all my fears, and i don’t have a care in the world. i just keep jumping, keep moving, to stay alive. because i usually don’t feel alive. i don’t know why, but the fast guitars and the ragged voice of the man on the stage – they make me feel more energized than anything else.
my feelings towards you, they feel and sway like there hasn’t been a day that i haven’t had you. they broke when you left but it feels like with the apology that they start to mend, everything between us is just so, intense.
you cannot imagine the intensity of the fuck i do not give. intensity can be used to describe many things, including light. “wow, that was intense” is common after an action sequence in a movie or after sex.
He glared at his pursuer, who finally cornered him against the fence, and looked around for any way of escape. As his pursuer reaches into his pocket for that one single shot that would end his life, he intensely thought about the life that he had led, and the choices and mistakes he so carelessly threw around. His pursuer pulls out the gun, and aims it at his forehead, saying the last thing he would ever hear in his life. The words ” You never should have left me.”
This wring for 60 seconds is intense–especially as my keyboard will not respond. I do not do well with on demand performances. We have talked about writing poetry on demand at the local farmers’ market. Now that would be intense!
He stared back at her with an intense expression on his face. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Yes,” she said, strongly ad surely. “Alright,” he said, and leaned in to touch his lips to her neck.
I always have this intense feeling when I get upset, like I have to do something about it, and if I don’t, I get really overwhelmed, and then I feel all inspirational and create some piece of artwork that reflects my feelings. Then someone asks what it means and I get nervous and I don’t want to tell him. Then they proceed to tell me it’s weird. It always irritates me and makes me sort of pissed off.
the only way to describe the thumping in my heart when, in the middle of the night, I roll over to find you, in your slumber, with your arm up to welcome me into your warmth. Its similar to the strength of the smile I have when I wake to find myself similarly placed.. an arm outstretched to find you even in my unconscious state.
Ze voelde de vlinders in haar buik. Hij liep naar haar toe en ze omhelsden elkaar. Uren hebben ze zo gestaan. Of althans, dát wilde ze. Na een paar seconden duwde hij haar van zich af. Hij had een blik in zijn ogen die ze niet kende.
wow
the word intense is pretty intense. actually i use this word a lot. it describes brasil really. intense. yeah. cool word. i likey. haha. mmmm. I N T E N S E. in. ten. se.
life is intense
we are intense
intensity is eerything : dunno
erm
INTENSE
this moment is intense
this is full of tension
ooh
er
tense
intensity tensing up
argh
dunno
is it up yet?
tensingg
he intense moment had passed, leaving all the people in confusion and anger. It was supposed to have been better, but they didn’t even try. They ran off into a different place, waiting for the intensity once more.
It is amazing how intense some emotions are. It is not right to display the emotions so they are internalized and become excruciatingly painful heartburn. Intense emotions are dangerous, life-threatening. How to decrease the intensity?
The sunlight caressed the clouds in a heavenly waltz of beauty and wisdom. God reached down to see if he could touch the clouds so that he may know that he has done something right.
This feeling was uprising, it was heart pulling, and it almost made her fall over and grip onto something. A bright smile appeared over her face, and she just couldn’t stop laughing, her abdomen started to hurt a little, but still she did not stop laughing, her face was in pain, but she did still not stop smiling. She was not sad today.
intense is how they described his acting style. they said there was something about those eyes of his. he could melt iceberges with the emotive qoutient of his eyes alone. no, raghu had no clue what they meant or why theyu said such things on seeing his pictures. pictures that they had hired a real portfolio photographer too click. he was a writer, he had come there to share his scripts. he knew not the a of acting and yet there they were, the stalwarts of filmmaking appreciating his ’emotive’ eyes. they said he had talent, loads of it. he must use it optimally. if only he knew how to. raghu recalled it all now. today while receiving the greatest film honour in acting. he still thought he knew not the t of acting but his worshippers swore by the sheer ease and naturalness of his ‘technique’. it was all happening to him. he had not planned any of this. he had played along unquestioningy, letting it all happen. they, the rest of the super star actors, his contemporaries, said this too, all the time, they had never set out to become actors . acting just happened and the media printed it always , never believng it to be true. how ever it was the only truth of raghu’s life. he had never meant for all this to come about,but come about it did.
The change in my mood was rapid and intense. A dark cloud formed over me, and I fought tears in front of my friends. I blinked them away but kept my head down. And I wanted them to ask what was wrong; they did, too. But I shrugged them off and denied them an answer. How could I say today would have been my grandma’s birthday? And how could I tell them that I believed I didn’t deserve happiness for the longest time because of her? I couldn’t just mention it casually, I knew that. Maybe I would mention it later. Yeah, later. Always the go-to word for me.
Sunlight streaming down from the heavens. My voice lifts an undulating cry. The campsight shudders under the weight of my vocal explosion. Me and my friends are yelling for no reason while camping intense.
The moment was one I’ll never forget. As he looked into my eyes I knew he was the one I’d spend the rest of my life with. He leaned in to kiss me, sending a chill down my spine and through my body. This was everything; Intense.
It was an intensely gratifiying experience. For months he had been holding back, fighting the urge to tell his boss where to shove his minutes. But today he finally got his chance. Perhaps standing in the middle of the office and telling him he was a egotistical, balding, straw for brains meglamaniac, who would make a two year old donkey seem intelligent by comparison, was a bit over the top. But pouring his tall, non-fat, decaf latte down the front of his trousers was definitely up there for intense experiences.
This is intense he said,
looking out at the flames roaring.
a real bonfire,
as a city brat
i had never seen one,
well not a real one,
the ones we had at camp were nothing like this.
just a few good friends
and nothing but woods surrounding us,
this was it
one of the most serene things i had ever witnessed.
Intense. How intense is the pain? I can remember the contractions when I was in labor with Colden. I remember someone telling me that the pain of those contractions would be intense, and intense they were. It was like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, when a contraction came on. At one point while we were talking to the anesthesiologist before the c-section, he said something to me and I didn’t reply. He asked if I was listening, and my doula and my husband had to assure him that I heard everything he said but that I was just dealing with the intense contractions through my hypnobirthing meditation. That was the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. It went through my entire being.
Personal relationships can be very intense…
Every this is. You are. I am. That answer was. My love can be. Want to see? I hope to be. Maybe its all a dream. The room has become. My breathing is. The music has become. I will forever love the word intense.
a moment that is long and drawn out. Can be associated with love. Things that happen and weren’t planned to happen. Intense looks can always be the best, depending on who the look is from, or the worst. Intensity is enthralling and, personally, I seek to have more intense moments in my life. But I suppose, for now, I will have to stick with the dullness that seems to follow me everywhere.
Intense became the feeling no other word could describe. Maybe a similar word, or better yet two words, would be “in tents”. We woke up this morning with the dew from earlier still nipping onto the polyester fabric protecting us form the inner tent to the outer woods. The audible familiarity of birds and critters and other quintessential forest-like creatures was the alarm clock that caused me be wake.
i am intense
i am the very air that we breath, incense
in the sense of actuality
and factual
i am vigorous.
i am vital to the vivacious virtue of this life we live
or for the very least.
mine.
i am.
intense.
intense. intense is the aura i feel when you turn to me. when i know i was late. that face i’ve never caught on camera. those dark, dark eyes looking at me with rage, not green like they were that night when i fell in love with you. intense is how i feel when i know i’m late from where we were supposed to meet and i know what will happen when i get in the car. what you will do to me. i won’t even be able to get a word out, to tell you what happened. to explain.
Intense, that’s one way to put it. The bouncing ball echoing around the otherwise silent gym. Your imagination running wild as you picture thousands of people watching you ready yourself for that game winning free throw…. ready, aim, shoot…. the woosh of the ball hitting the bottom of the net, deadening your hopes.
Isn’t it strange how a single person can make everything around you appear so much more intense? Sounds, smells, colors, it seems like everything is amplified by his or her mere presence…and how strange it is to have everything become so dull, so plain, just by hearing some simple words…
intense is when she is lcoming just before i am coming and i can feel her tightening around me and getting more and more carryied away. at one point shell stop making any noices and it takes her some secounds to catch her breath again
Heat, hate, love, moods, very deep passions, feelings that we feel!
It was so intense the day I decide to audition. I was going to play acoustic guitar and sing in front of millions of people. I got on stage and started playing the guitar even before i was supposed to, i was so nervous. The guy told me to slow down and to start when he told me to.
the rush i feel is intense, as i’m tossed back and forth in the crowd of moshers. i have bruises on my arms and legs but i don’t care. the music drowns out all my thoughts, all my fears, and i don’t have a care in the world. i just keep jumping, keep moving, to stay alive. because i usually don’t feel alive. i don’t know why, but the fast guitars and the ragged voice of the man on the stage – they make me feel more energized than anything else.
my feelings towards you, they feel and sway like there hasn’t been a day that i haven’t had you. they broke when you left but it feels like with the apology that they start to mend, everything between us is just so, intense.
you cannot imagine the intensity of the fuck i do not give. intensity can be used to describe many things, including light. “wow, that was intense” is common after an action sequence in a movie or after sex.
He glared at his pursuer, who finally cornered him against the fence, and looked around for any way of escape. As his pursuer reaches into his pocket for that one single shot that would end his life, he intensely thought about the life that he had led, and the choices and mistakes he so carelessly threw around. His pursuer pulls out the gun, and aims it at his forehead, saying the last thing he would ever hear in his life. The words ” You never should have left me.”
The intense feeling you have when you love someone or something. Everything draws you to it, and everyone and everything else doesn’t matter anymore.
a feeling of hardship or stress. You can describe things with the word intense such as a light or color.
This wring for 60 seconds is intense–especially as my keyboard will not respond. I do not do well with on demand performances. We have talked about writing poetry on demand at the local farmers’ market. Now that would be intense!
He stared back at her with an intense expression on his face. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, running his fingers through her hair. “Yes,” she said, strongly ad surely. “Alright,” he said, and leaned in to touch his lips to her neck.
I always have this intense feeling when I get upset, like I have to do something about it, and if I don’t, I get really overwhelmed, and then I feel all inspirational and create some piece of artwork that reflects my feelings. Then someone asks what it means and I get nervous and I don’t want to tell him. Then they proceed to tell me it’s weird. It always irritates me and makes me sort of pissed off.
the only way to describe the thumping in my heart when, in the middle of the night, I roll over to find you, in your slumber, with your arm up to welcome me into your warmth. Its similar to the strength of the smile I have when I wake to find myself similarly placed.. an arm outstretched to find you even in my unconscious state.
Ze voelde de vlinders in haar buik. Hij liep naar haar toe en ze omhelsden elkaar. Uren hebben ze zo gestaan. Of althans, dát wilde ze. Na een paar seconden duwde hij haar van zich af. Hij had een blik in zijn ogen die ze niet kende.
Intense. My feelings. About like everything. About things. People. I get crazy emotionally intense. But usually it keeps to emotions. I don’t do much.
wow
the word intense is pretty intense. actually i use this word a lot. it describes brasil really. intense. yeah. cool word. i likey. haha. mmmm. I N T E N S E. in. ten. se.
life is intense
we are intense
intensity is eerything : dunno
erm
INTENSE
this moment is intense
this is full of tension
ooh
er
tense
intensity tensing up
argh
dunno
is it up yet?
tensingg
he intense moment had passed, leaving all the people in confusion and anger. It was supposed to have been better, but they didn’t even try. They ran off into a different place, waiting for the intensity once more.
It is amazing how intense some emotions are. It is not right to display the emotions so they are internalized and become excruciatingly painful heartburn. Intense emotions are dangerous, life-threatening. How to decrease the intensity?
The sunlight caressed the clouds in a heavenly waltz of beauty and wisdom. God reached down to see if he could touch the clouds so that he may know that he has done something right.
Woah… That was intense.
This feeling was uprising, it was heart pulling, and it almost made her fall over and grip onto something. A bright smile appeared over her face, and she just couldn’t stop laughing, her abdomen started to hurt a little, but still she did not stop laughing, her face was in pain, but she did still not stop smiling. She was not sad today.
intense is how they described his acting style. they said there was something about those eyes of his. he could melt iceberges with the emotive qoutient of his eyes alone. no, raghu had no clue what they meant or why theyu said such things on seeing his pictures. pictures that they had hired a real portfolio photographer too click. he was a writer, he had come there to share his scripts. he knew not the a of acting and yet there they were, the stalwarts of filmmaking appreciating his ’emotive’ eyes. they said he had talent, loads of it. he must use it optimally. if only he knew how to. raghu recalled it all now. today while receiving the greatest film honour in acting. he still thought he knew not the t of acting but his worshippers swore by the sheer ease and naturalness of his ‘technique’. it was all happening to him. he had not planned any of this. he had played along unquestioningy, letting it all happen. they, the rest of the super star actors, his contemporaries, said this too, all the time, they had never set out to become actors . acting just happened and the media printed it always , never believng it to be true. how ever it was the only truth of raghu’s life. he had never meant for all this to come about,but come about it did.
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The change in my mood was rapid and intense. A dark cloud formed over me, and I fought tears in front of my friends. I blinked them away but kept my head down. And I wanted them to ask what was wrong; they did, too. But I shrugged them off and denied them an answer. How could I say today would have been my grandma’s birthday? And how could I tell them that I believed I didn’t deserve happiness for the longest time because of her? I couldn’t just mention it casually, I knew that. Maybe I would mention it later. Yeah, later. Always the go-to word for me.
Sunlight streaming down from the heavens. My voice lifts an undulating cry. The campsight shudders under the weight of my vocal explosion. Me and my friends are yelling for no reason while camping intense.
The moment was one I’ll never forget. As he looked into my eyes I knew he was the one I’d spend the rest of my life with. He leaned in to kiss me, sending a chill down my spine and through my body. This was everything; Intense.
It was an intensely gratifiying experience. For months he had been holding back, fighting the urge to tell his boss where to shove his minutes. But today he finally got his chance. Perhaps standing in the middle of the office and telling him he was a egotistical, balding, straw for brains meglamaniac, who would make a two year old donkey seem intelligent by comparison, was a bit over the top. But pouring his tall, non-fat, decaf latte down the front of his trousers was definitely up there for intense experiences.
my life is so incredibly intense. it’s ridiculous and unfair. i can’t understand what is happening, and I can’t continue on without FIGURING IT OUT.
i miss my mom. i don’t have a place to live. i’m always terrified i’m going to be fired.
i lose everything.
i lose everyone.
ne te teaise,
This is intense he said,
looking out at the flames roaring.
a real bonfire,
as a city brat
i had never seen one,
well not a real one,
the ones we had at camp were nothing like this.
just a few good friends
and nothing but woods surrounding us,
this was it
one of the most serene things i had ever witnessed.
Intense. How intense is the pain? I can remember the contractions when I was in labor with Colden. I remember someone telling me that the pain of those contractions would be intense, and intense they were. It was like I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, when a contraction came on. At one point while we were talking to the anesthesiologist before the c-section, he said something to me and I didn’t reply. He asked if I was listening, and my doula and my husband had to assure him that I heard everything he said but that I was just dealing with the intense contractions through my hypnobirthing meditation. That was the most intense pain I’ve ever felt. It went through my entire being.