Lots of people have lost someone in their life. When I try to think about who I’ve lost, I can only remember a few. Those few meant a lot to me. The others, they meant something at one point, but the fact that I don’t remember makes it a little easier to cope with losing someone again in the future.
We all have major losses in our lives…wether it be friends, jobs, even people we lose from death. However, in those times oif loss there is a light at the end of the tunnel. iT HELPS US TO FOCOus on the positive aspects for when we think we have it at out worst, there is always someone out there that is hurting more than we are.
Losses. They hurt, but they help you to develop, to grow. Not one person will not have losses in their life. But contradicting to losses are wins. And everyone, no matter how poor or rich, will have wins. But since wins are contradicting losses, everyone will have wins, therefore everyone will have losses.
I lost the war, bitch. Don’t even worry about it, ya know? IT HAPPENS. LIFE, THAT IS. Who know really what this was about. Its just all about smokin them pipes and rocking the socks off people who like cats. Thats it, I need to go get my child support now.
I stood by the balcony, counting my losses. Job. Life. Any chance of a relationship. Family. Purpose. All while I edged closer and closer to the edge, cars zoomed by 8 stories down.
Tears streamed down my face, the pain…make it go away. I felt so alone, so alone.
I am on the edge now, staring my demise in the face. Air whistling past my ears, the lights getting so close. Nothing.
I wouldn’t want to erase all the bad stuff that’s happened to me. The mistakes and the losses make us who we are. It’s easy to put on the personality you want to when your happy, but when things get hard, and when you loose something, that’s when you’re really yourself.
Fred was used to loss. His father, his mother – twice – and now Anya. But the last loss had been his choice. His decision. But he had done the right thing, hadn’t he?
He turned over in bed, punching the pillow that felt full of rocks before putting his head down again. He squeezed his eyes tighter, trying to will himself to sleep.
Of course it was right. He couldn’t tell her what he’d done. He couldn’t tell anyone. It was safer for her not to see him at all.
In his head it replayed over and over. He saw Gordon’s face in the mirror, saw Gordon’s hand – Fred’s hand – dive into his chest. They’d called it suicide in the paper. It didn’t even make the front page; there was a small article in the business section. A smiling head-shot that seemed out of place next to the black, bold print, “Oil tycoon takes own life.”
Fred sat up in bed. He knew sleep wouldn’t come.
Yes, it was better this way. He wouldn’t have to look into his best friend’s eyes and see his face reflected back at him. He could keep telling himself it was to save her, to protect her, but he knew that it was just an excuse. He couldn’t face her anymore than he could face himself.
I lost him, when he went to a different school. I tried to hang on as best I could … I sent him emails often. But eventually i ended up giving up.
I lost another him and my best friend, when he decided to hold her hand and they became different than the two people I had known before, neither my friends.
Smoke fumed from hades portal, which burned at the tip of a cigar. Two men sat there, inhaling all the congested smog with indifference. The two men sat opposite of each other at a desk. There on the desk was a name plate that read:
Cameron White
P. of Megatrends
“That’s our total losses…?” asked Cameron. He rubbed a scar on his right cheek. His hands were shaking.
The other man sucked on his cigar. Three empty boxes sat next to his chair. They were all Cubans.
“Yes. That’s all of them,” he started “all the shares are below half price, our ownership has sold out, and now we’ve managed to bring the rest of the market crashing like the titanic.”
Cameron looked at a picture on his desk. There was a dreamy haze in his eyes, and he couldn’t tell if it was smoke or tears. God remembers the last time he cried.
“Well, sir, what’re we going to do now?”
Cameron continued looking at the picture, ignoring what his comrade asked. There was a lovely woman in that frame and glass. By her was another, much younger, woman. They both smile happily next to a blank empty space; separated by an uneven tear. Cameron saw himself where the white of the canvas was. He remembered being in that picture. He remembered all too well. A scar will do that kind of thing.
“Sir, should we sell? Trade stock? Hide out? What should we do, sir?”
Cameron felt a knife slash against his check. Felt blood, his blood, run very slowly down his neck, hugging his chest as it cascaded. He heard the woman yelling, the younger one was screaming. It was all so real. So was the loss of everything he owned.
“Sir!”
Cameron heard his wife speak. She was whispering shoftly, and all he could hear was, “Be a man…”
“Dammit, Cameron, what should we do?”
Cameron stood up. As did the other man, preparing for some sort of speech that would alter all the events, turn by time, save their money.
Instead, Cameron jumped toward the window behind him. Glass shard tore new scars across Cameron’s face, but he did not mind, they weren’t the bad kind. At first he made out angry shouts, car alarms, and gun shots from the street below as he fell. But then, all he heard was his wife again.
She said, “…you don’t know how.”
i loose people of because they lose them selves, in her ion. or parting what ever the case might be both i hate, I hate herion and i HATE my friends whom I loose becasue of it. No matter what i show them love and respect but they will never remeber.
not mine not yours but each other for now for then what remains is certain not yours not theirs but what remains is forever taken or given it still remains the same its what has always been
The loss of a sacred item will haunt you for life. And the loss of the pain of a loss is a new pain, reborn. The loss of a hinderence is freedom to breathe, and remember the joy in it. Losing a loved one is to terrorize the soul. Losing a soul can terrorize a loved one. Life seems to take away a lot, but only to make room for what’s next. Losing always leads to something bigger.
i lost what i thought i never had
you never told me
but i knew it
i knew it from the start
and now i miss everything
oh, what a coincidence to be given such a word on such a day
i want to talk to you
to speak in your tones
tones that i cant say, but you say i say so well
i cant choose
and now ive lost
lost you
the opposite of wins. we experience losses of things and people. people are the most painful thing to lose. loosing teaches us lessons, helps us to get through hard things. not all losses are bad; for example losing weight is great. but losing a best friend isnt. its a double-edged sword.
Cut your losses, they say. Don’t spend your time thinking about what could have been, go forth and find the next opportunity. There will always be another, there is always tomorrow, always, always, there is, there is. From the mouths of strangers and your mother and the man on the television you can’t stand. They have all been there, they say. But I don’t believe. I have watched the door close, and I cannot bear to find a substitute in a window.
When you lose someone… or something… it feels as if you have lost a part of yourself. It is like when you lose the remote control to the TV. Your whole world is lost.
there was a time when I lost something great. It wasn’t an object, but a person. This wasn”t just any person – I lost myself. Growing up is no easy feat, and I can vouge for that.
In any game there are wins, and there are losses. It’s the season for them with the Olympics in play. China has many wins, whilst many other countries have losses. But then again, are they really losses when the athletes have tried their best? Winning or losing, it’s how you define and perceive these words that really count.
I suffer no losses this evening as I take into account the good fortune this day has laid upon me. Recognition for a job well done. A visit from a family member dearly missed. A cat purring next to me. Food in the fridge and love all around. Wonderful.
Taking criticism is the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do. Being in the cosmetology industry many people have their own opinions and it is something I must learn to accept. Yet it is no big loss to be criticized, it is a chance to grow stronger and eventually win.
He isn’t doing so well. There are really only so many setbacks, so many anxiety attacks, so many panic-induced weight losses that a man can take before he starts to fall apart. And John, well, he’s on his way out already.
there were many times i tried to remember all the things i’ve lost. the number of losses was too high to recount them all here. there was the time i lost to jennifer at tug of war. my ten year old self could not contain the humiliation of that failure.
my family and friends when I move to london, the love of my life right now, education if I don’t get my grant for college and my bestfriend since I’ll be across the see and not down the road, its all pretty scary as im going to lose them all..
you take your wins and your losses
and you are apart of both
i had you in the greatest times
and i had you in the worst
though we are each others downfalls
and up rises
we bring each other together
as we fall apart.
When I think of what’s happened to me over the past decade, what I think of as the core of my development as a person, I think mainly of the losses I’ve suffered. Perhaps that says something about my personality.
i have lost so much in my life fuck like why do people just come into your life just to leave you? i miss you so much, like every fucking day of my life when i’m depressed i think of you. and i worry about you. and your condition CAH or something idk i forget what it’s called. and i worry that one day you might actually die and that one day i’ll never say good bye to you. that i’ll never tell you how much you mean to me. everything that you’ve done for me. i love you, best friend. i love you so much.
Everything you’ve ever lost in your life gathers up in one pile on the opposite side of the world where you reside, and once fate thinks it’s the right time for you to find what is it that you have lost, they tell that what you have lost to run all the way back to where you have now eventually found it.
I am going through a period in my life where I am realizing my losses. I didn’t realize what I had while I had them, and now that I am living life on my own, completely and totally for the first time ever, I realize what a blessing my life truly was. Here’s to the future, past mistakes become lessons and I am my own teacher.
Loses,
There are many losses everyone will come across.
In life,
Aging
stagnation as we grow
The truth of life is loss
Will you live life on the fundamental idea of inevitable future
Or the love and mystery of this second.
What you choose,
truly, defines you.
Loss or gain..
I’ve never made the attempt to count my losses—I guess it’s a number I don’t want to know. Besides, counting my wins is a much better use of my time. My losses can only lead me to despair, but the wins—oh they can take me to incredible heights and I can know that I can achieve things when I put my mind to them.
Is it fair to pluralize something so final? The basketball team had two losses this season. Versus, sorry for your loss. They should be different words, because sometimes a loss is more than any number of losses.
He lost it all in a split second. One second he was standing there the next he fell, clutching his chest and leaving behind his best friend. And the friend was mad, he fought with all he had
you know, you never really stop missing someone you’ve loved and lost. you only learn to live around the huge, gaping hole of their absence.
Lots of people have lost someone in their life. When I try to think about who I’ve lost, I can only remember a few. Those few meant a lot to me. The others, they meant something at one point, but the fact that I don’t remember makes it a little easier to cope with losing someone again in the future.
We all have major losses in our lives…wether it be friends, jobs, even people we lose from death. However, in those times oif loss there is a light at the end of the tunnel. iT HELPS US TO FOCOus on the positive aspects for when we think we have it at out worst, there is always someone out there that is hurting more than we are.
Losses. They hurt, but they help you to develop, to grow. Not one person will not have losses in their life. But contradicting to losses are wins. And everyone, no matter how poor or rich, will have wins. But since wins are contradicting losses, everyone will have wins, therefore everyone will have losses.
I lost the war, bitch. Don’t even worry about it, ya know? IT HAPPENS. LIFE, THAT IS. Who know really what this was about. Its just all about smokin them pipes and rocking the socks off people who like cats. Thats it, I need to go get my child support now.
I stood by the balcony, counting my losses. Job. Life. Any chance of a relationship. Family. Purpose. All while I edged closer and closer to the edge, cars zoomed by 8 stories down.
Tears streamed down my face, the pain…make it go away. I felt so alone, so alone.
I am on the edge now, staring my demise in the face. Air whistling past my ears, the lights getting so close. Nothing.
I wouldn’t want to erase all the bad stuff that’s happened to me. The mistakes and the losses make us who we are. It’s easy to put on the personality you want to when your happy, but when things get hard, and when you loose something, that’s when you’re really yourself.
Fred was used to loss. His father, his mother – twice – and now Anya. But the last loss had been his choice. His decision. But he had done the right thing, hadn’t he?
He turned over in bed, punching the pillow that felt full of rocks before putting his head down again. He squeezed his eyes tighter, trying to will himself to sleep.
Of course it was right. He couldn’t tell her what he’d done. He couldn’t tell anyone. It was safer for her not to see him at all.
In his head it replayed over and over. He saw Gordon’s face in the mirror, saw Gordon’s hand – Fred’s hand – dive into his chest. They’d called it suicide in the paper. It didn’t even make the front page; there was a small article in the business section. A smiling head-shot that seemed out of place next to the black, bold print, “Oil tycoon takes own life.”
Fred sat up in bed. He knew sleep wouldn’t come.
Yes, it was better this way. He wouldn’t have to look into his best friend’s eyes and see his face reflected back at him. He could keep telling himself it was to save her, to protect her, but he knew that it was just an excuse. He couldn’t face her anymore than he could face himself.
Losses.
What have I lost?
I lost him, when he went to a different school. I tried to hang on as best I could … I sent him emails often. But eventually i ended up giving up.
I lost another him and my best friend, when he decided to hold her hand and they became different than the two people I had known before, neither my friends.
Smoke fumed from hades portal, which burned at the tip of a cigar. Two men sat there, inhaling all the congested smog with indifference. The two men sat opposite of each other at a desk. There on the desk was a name plate that read:
Cameron White
P. of Megatrends
“That’s our total losses…?” asked Cameron. He rubbed a scar on his right cheek. His hands were shaking.
The other man sucked on his cigar. Three empty boxes sat next to his chair. They were all Cubans.
“Yes. That’s all of them,” he started “all the shares are below half price, our ownership has sold out, and now we’ve managed to bring the rest of the market crashing like the titanic.”
Cameron looked at a picture on his desk. There was a dreamy haze in his eyes, and he couldn’t tell if it was smoke or tears. God remembers the last time he cried.
“Well, sir, what’re we going to do now?”
Cameron continued looking at the picture, ignoring what his comrade asked. There was a lovely woman in that frame and glass. By her was another, much younger, woman. They both smile happily next to a blank empty space; separated by an uneven tear. Cameron saw himself where the white of the canvas was. He remembered being in that picture. He remembered all too well. A scar will do that kind of thing.
“Sir, should we sell? Trade stock? Hide out? What should we do, sir?”
Cameron felt a knife slash against his check. Felt blood, his blood, run very slowly down his neck, hugging his chest as it cascaded. He heard the woman yelling, the younger one was screaming. It was all so real. So was the loss of everything he owned.
“Sir!”
Cameron heard his wife speak. She was whispering shoftly, and all he could hear was, “Be a man…”
“Dammit, Cameron, what should we do?”
Cameron stood up. As did the other man, preparing for some sort of speech that would alter all the events, turn by time, save their money.
Instead, Cameron jumped toward the window behind him. Glass shard tore new scars across Cameron’s face, but he did not mind, they weren’t the bad kind. At first he made out angry shouts, car alarms, and gun shots from the street below as he fell. But then, all he heard was his wife again.
She said, “…you don’t know how.”
i loose people of because they lose them selves, in her ion. or parting what ever the case might be both i hate, I hate herion and i HATE my friends whom I loose becasue of it. No matter what i show them love and respect but they will never remeber.
not mine not yours but each other for now for then what remains is certain not yours not theirs but what remains is forever taken or given it still remains the same its what has always been
The loss of a sacred item will haunt you for life. And the loss of the pain of a loss is a new pain, reborn. The loss of a hinderence is freedom to breathe, and remember the joy in it. Losing a loved one is to terrorize the soul. Losing a soul can terrorize a loved one. Life seems to take away a lot, but only to make room for what’s next. Losing always leads to something bigger.
i lost what i thought i never had
you never told me
but i knew it
i knew it from the start
and now i miss everything
oh, what a coincidence to be given such a word on such a day
i want to talk to you
to speak in your tones
tones that i cant say, but you say i say so well
i cant choose
and now ive lost
lost you
they go right through her fingers
they glitter off
they fly off
goodbye
the opposite of wins. we experience losses of things and people. people are the most painful thing to lose. loosing teaches us lessons, helps us to get through hard things. not all losses are bad; for example losing weight is great. but losing a best friend isnt. its a double-edged sword.
Cut your losses, they say. Don’t spend your time thinking about what could have been, go forth and find the next opportunity. There will always be another, there is always tomorrow, always, always, there is, there is. From the mouths of strangers and your mother and the man on the television you can’t stand. They have all been there, they say. But I don’t believe. I have watched the door close, and I cannot bear to find a substitute in a window.
Vegas. Luck of the draw, of the roll of the dice. You win you lose, you never know what is going to happen. Unpredictable and exciting…
When you lose someone… or something… it feels as if you have lost a part of yourself. It is like when you lose the remote control to the TV. Your whole world is lost.
there was a time when I lost something great. It wasn’t an object, but a person. This wasn”t just any person – I lost myself. Growing up is no easy feat, and I can vouge for that.
In any game there are wins, and there are losses. It’s the season for them with the Olympics in play. China has many wins, whilst many other countries have losses. But then again, are they really losses when the athletes have tried their best? Winning or losing, it’s how you define and perceive these words that really count.
I really miss him. I sometimes think I won’t remember his voice after a while. He was such a grand person. I knew it was coming…but it still hurt.
I suffer no losses this evening as I take into account the good fortune this day has laid upon me. Recognition for a job well done. A visit from a family member dearly missed. A cat purring next to me. Food in the fridge and love all around. Wonderful.
Taking criticism is the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do. Being in the cosmetology industry many people have their own opinions and it is something I must learn to accept. Yet it is no big loss to be criticized, it is a chance to grow stronger and eventually win.
He isn’t doing so well. There are really only so many setbacks, so many anxiety attacks, so many panic-induced weight losses that a man can take before he starts to fall apart. And John, well, he’s on his way out already.
I’d only worked a week, selling “high-quality kitchen cutlery”. I gained many things: $183.43, people skills, a set of knives.
I lost a week of my life I’ll never get back.
there were many times i tried to remember all the things i’ve lost. the number of losses was too high to recount them all here. there was the time i lost to jennifer at tug of war. my ten year old self could not contain the humiliation of that failure.
my family and friends when I move to london, the love of my life right now, education if I don’t get my grant for college and my bestfriend since I’ll be across the see and not down the road, its all pretty scary as im going to lose them all..
you take your wins and your losses
and you are apart of both
i had you in the greatest times
and i had you in the worst
though we are each others downfalls
and up rises
we bring each other together
as we fall apart.
When I think of what’s happened to me over the past decade, what I think of as the core of my development as a person, I think mainly of the losses I’ve suffered. Perhaps that says something about my personality.
losing a game…failing…dissapointment…sad i don’t wanna lose….mistakes….losing regionals at texas regionals…learn from your mistakes….2nd 3rd not 1st
He lost. He acctually lost. He was sure he had a ridculous look on his face but he was too mad to care. How could he have lost to such a weakling?
i have lost so much in my life fuck like why do people just come into your life just to leave you? i miss you so much, like every fucking day of my life when i’m depressed i think of you. and i worry about you. and your condition CAH or something idk i forget what it’s called. and i worry that one day you might actually die and that one day i’ll never say good bye to you. that i’ll never tell you how much you mean to me. everything that you’ve done for me. i love you, best friend. i love you so much.
Everything you’ve ever lost in your life gathers up in one pile on the opposite side of the world where you reside, and once fate thinks it’s the right time for you to find what is it that you have lost, they tell that what you have lost to run all the way back to where you have now eventually found it.
I am going through a period in my life where I am realizing my losses. I didn’t realize what I had while I had them, and now that I am living life on my own, completely and totally for the first time ever, I realize what a blessing my life truly was. Here’s to the future, past mistakes become lessons and I am my own teacher.
Loses,
There are many losses everyone will come across.
In life,
Aging
stagnation as we grow
The truth of life is loss
Will you live life on the fundamental idea of inevitable future
Or the love and mystery of this second.
What you choose,
truly, defines you.
Loss or gain..
I’ve never made the attempt to count my losses—I guess it’s a number I don’t want to know. Besides, counting my wins is a much better use of my time. My losses can only lead me to despair, but the wins—oh they can take me to incredible heights and I can know that I can achieve things when I put my mind to them.
Failure to see the bright side of a certain situation.
Is it fair to pluralize something so final? The basketball team had two losses this season. Versus, sorry for your loss. They should be different words, because sometimes a loss is more than any number of losses.
He lost it all in a split second. One second he was standing there the next he fell, clutching his chest and leaving behind his best friend. And the friend was mad, he fought with all he had