The love of a father.
The innocence that fades with age and cruel, unforgiving experience.
My copy of An Abundance of Katherines.
The feeling of surety, of confidence that I can and will be all right.
Too many pens, notebooks, and loose papers to count.
My mind to a Thought I cannot Unthink, no matter how hard I try or how much I may want to.
Family members, friends, teachers, coworkers, brothers, and sisters.
Value.
losing kinda sucks. it makes me think of the cubs. funny how one can always lose but people still dream about them winning. hope i guess. but its a joke mean kindly
My life has been full of losses, but I realized, I learned more when I lost compared to when I won. Maybe it’s the complacency you start to feel after gaining something that makes you lax and not strive and push harder. But more than that maybe it’s when you lose something that you finally realize: nothing worth having ever comes easy.
My losses have piled up, one after the other. And I cannot understand what to do with this weight of failures that threatens to turn me into a different girl.
These happen to people often they’re sad and unwilling and take and never give. But there is healing from loss you come out greater and stronger and more resilient and yet I can’t help but think if i lost anything that i loved ever so dear I don’t know how I could ever forgive. My cat is 11 I am so SCARED for him to die or get sick or something. My god it scares me to death..
death and people and hearts and love and attachment. they’ll get you nowhere. kill it all. kill it. everything. every last one. kill it. give it up to the inevitable. it’s all gone before you have it. go. now. don’t go anywhere. stay. please. god damn it. don’t go. go. go. i can’t stand losing you. go. now.
“Time to cut our losses, I think.” The big voice boomed in her ear and she jumped nervously. ” There’s not much point in throwing good money after bad – I hate that”. She murmured quietly and shfted in her seat. ” What’s that?” he demanded. “Stop mumbling,you ninny!”
Whenever you feel like you don’t have anything and can’t do anything about it, all there is to do is try to gain again. And again and again. It’s the only alternative to losses in general. You must strive, and try to achieve. Do better than you did the last time.
you win some you lose some. i don’t consider loves lost to be personal losses. i’d rather see them as personal gains. a step towards something greater while i continue to learn about myself. and the adage goes “you win some you lose some” so its about time for me to win…right?
I can’t imagine what the problem could be this year. Maybe it’s psychological with Prince Fielder and now Grienke gone. They haven’t been playing too bad. Axford isn’t doing too hot
I have lost a friend before. She was nice, but then she got a bit boring. She used to be mean to me. She used to start a fight, and so I change my circle of friends and changed. I like it this way. I think that if she was a bit nicer, or she treated me a bit better than I would still be friends. I liked her, but we all go through losses, and that is the best thing about life. You win some, you lose some. When you lose a friend it is like she is walking out of your home, when you lose a friend, it leaves a big open door for a new friend to enter.
Losses are something that don’t necessarily coincide with loss, mistakes help us grow and without them we wouldnt be able to prosper. I use to look negatively at the connotation behind every failure, now I see that you must embrace and learn from any mishap that comes your way.
I’ve been dealt many losses. People, jobs, thoughts, and progress. I hope when all is said and done, I will have more wins than I do losses, but the numbers are already lopsided.
We creep through the rubble as quietly as possible. Dressed in the grubby garbs of the Covenant soldiers, we blend in with the raiders but to the few civilians, we are a threat.
Many people thought the Covenant wouldn’t concern themselves with Tulsa after the destruction that had befallen it, two years before. They were wrong, and proof was here in the form of a mass army. I don’t remember the bombs that had descended from the sky like raindrops. All I know is what I’ve been told. Of the terrible losses.
I feel a hand on my back as I slid behind a pile of bricks, that must have once been a beautiful home. Eric was whispering into my ear, “The coast is clear to the north.”
But when I stand, I don’t go north. Instead, I go east….my feet moving on their own accord. I didn’t pay attention to Eric hissing my name, I didn’t listen when Kate and Brook began to grow frantic. Instead, I kept moving. Moving deeper and deeper into the city.
And into danger.
Lady Losses. What a… well, she was interesting. She never spoke. Well, not in words, not vocally. But you could tell what she meant through her body language. She laughed sometimes as well. Peculiar laugh, she had.
i cut my losses and headed back over to my table to pick up where i left off. the crowning lights of the casino were no longer inviting, but rather harsh and unforgiving. thank god it was only a couple grand. thank god. i was worried i’d waste more time.
I was hurting and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t dealt with loss before. But this time, it seemed more personal; as if I had lost a bit of myself too, along with the stars and the ocean and the moon. I felt crushed. It was just me, it was just myself, I didn’t mean to do it…
I looked at the blood on my ankles and watched it beautifully trickle down my skin. It was pale, as everyone told me,
losses well i think about deaths and broken relationships and sports and well health ledger and how the chicago cubs cant win and how mitt romney will lose.
I have had many losses in my life. Whether it be games, people, or anything. It’s hard to come back up from a loss, but it can happen. Some, including me, can’t.
Life. Houses. Money. Freedom. Hearing. Ability. Friends. All of these are few losses that happen through out our life. Let’s just pray that they don’t.
Miranda stares at her reflection in the mirror until the tears blur her vision. Her fist hits the center of the mirror so hard, it shatters and shards fly out in every direction. Knuckles bleeding, shed rubs the tears from her eyes and straightens her back. She pushes her hair behind her hair with her good hand, takes a deep breath and walks out the door, deciding that it’s finally time to cut her losses.
The losses of the day were many. First his bookbag, then his watch, and now his girlfriend. How terrible this day was turning out for him. Of course, the latter was all a misunderstanding, but he didn’t know that at the time.
They called that child a demon because of his eyes. Eyes that could swallow the soul, they said. Eyes that were unnatural, so horribly wrong in a child’s face. They were eyes that lacked life, vibrancy, a spark, a twinkle. There was nothing in them. They were eyes that were deep, dark pools that seemed to swallow the light in whoever dared meet them, and left a person haunted…. Those were eyes that had seen death and horrible truths and tremendous losses. Those eyes… those eyes were soulless.
someone once told me,
what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.
but i don’t know if i could live,
with what i’ve lost,
with what i could have had,
and what should have been.
and although, maybe it makes me weaker,
(at first)
what’s wrong with being human?
I’ve lost my mind I can’t believe it losing your mind can be so tragic but exhilarating at the same time. I wonder ow other people feel about losing their mind. I for one am thankful because it is only when you have lost everything that u are able to truly gain something of value. Material possessions take up our entire lives, people want to be seen in nice cars and clothes but what lies beneath the Versace gravat is of little to no value. I could see a philosopher with decades of knowledge waiting to burst but if he looks omeless in the street I will instinctively assume that he is beneath me. Why has society been programmed to think that way? But then there is the other side of the coin. As I am writing this I think to myself I have heard this anti establishment bullshit thousands of times and each time I hear it from someone else I just think to myself “bitch bitch bitch”. Maybe one day I’ll wake up to what truly makes me happy….one day I’ll gain something.
i just can’t think of all the people i let go! all the people that gave up on me or i gave up on them! What kind of person am i? sitting alone in this corner i just can’t help but think not a good one. I miss them, all of them. I have a sneaking suspicion they don’t miss me.
I have many losses in my life. losers. loss. lonely. love. lamentations. is that even a word. well there have been many volleyball games. basketball games. cross country meets. and what else….oh! softball games. but we finally won the championship.
Don’t worry about your losses.
The universe balances itself.
In the end, you will get back in compensation for your loss.
Something sad happens, a good thing will come (eventually).
Don’t worry.
SOME PEOPLE DONT CARE WHILE OTHERS ARE THE ONES THAT CAN REALLY BE TRAUMATIZED BY SOMETHING THAT OTHERS SEE AS SO SIMPLE OR SO MEANINGLESS. A LOSS MAKES PEOPLE APPRECIATIVE IN THE LONG RUN; THE BEST IS YET TO COME, AS ALWAYS.
there were no words to describe the terrible losses from the earthquake, people injured, killed, lives destroyed in seconds of tumultuous upheaval. The lingering effects of aftershocks keep reminding us of our vulnerability to future losses, it’s a wonder we can continue at all
so i lost him.
so what?
he ran away
never to come back again
ran away from me
from you
from himself
ran away from the love we hid from him
but now he’ll never find that love
that love that i hid from him
Sleet flecked winds whistled and droned through the wet bare branches that protruded from the windblown snow cover, swaying and moaning at the losses of their leafy canopy and warmth of the daylight sun.
When a child is born, it seems like a chance to start over, the embers that could signal the rise of the phoenix. But, day by day, our lofty hopes fall and the future becomes the present, becomes the past, becomes forgotten. The same sickness of the old plagues the young, and we are a lost world. Even when our stone hearts begin to reawaken, the shadow of our fear pushes it down. Fear breaks us, and we become fragmented mirrors, distorted images of what we should have been. How do we change? Can we change? Will we ever gather the courage to find ourselves? Oh lost people, we are lost as the sands of the desert.
The love of a father.
The innocence that fades with age and cruel, unforgiving experience.
My copy of An Abundance of Katherines.
The feeling of surety, of confidence that I can and will be all right.
Too many pens, notebooks, and loose papers to count.
My mind to a Thought I cannot Unthink, no matter how hard I try or how much I may want to.
Family members, friends, teachers, coworkers, brothers, and sisters.
Value.
losing kinda sucks. it makes me think of the cubs. funny how one can always lose but people still dream about them winning. hope i guess. but its a joke mean kindly
My life has been full of losses, but I realized, I learned more when I lost compared to when I won. Maybe it’s the complacency you start to feel after gaining something that makes you lax and not strive and push harder. But more than that maybe it’s when you lose something that you finally realize: nothing worth having ever comes easy.
My losses have piled up, one after the other. And I cannot understand what to do with this weight of failures that threatens to turn me into a different girl.
to lose to give up have nothing no life no worth hopeless losing
These happen to people often they’re sad and unwilling and take and never give. But there is healing from loss you come out greater and stronger and more resilient and yet I can’t help but think if i lost anything that i loved ever so dear I don’t know how I could ever forgive. My cat is 11 I am so SCARED for him to die or get sick or something. My god it scares me to death..
death and people and hearts and love and attachment. they’ll get you nowhere. kill it all. kill it. everything. every last one. kill it. give it up to the inevitable. it’s all gone before you have it. go. now. don’t go anywhere. stay. please. god damn it. don’t go. go. go. i can’t stand losing you. go. now.
“Time to cut our losses, I think.” The big voice boomed in her ear and she jumped nervously. ” There’s not much point in throwing good money after bad – I hate that”. She murmured quietly and shfted in her seat. ” What’s that?” he demanded. “Stop mumbling,you ninny!”
Whenever you feel like you don’t have anything and can’t do anything about it, all there is to do is try to gain again. And again and again. It’s the only alternative to losses in general. You must strive, and try to achieve. Do better than you did the last time.
you win some you lose some. i don’t consider loves lost to be personal losses. i’d rather see them as personal gains. a step towards something greater while i continue to learn about myself. and the adage goes “you win some you lose some” so its about time for me to win…right?
I can’t imagine what the problem could be this year. Maybe it’s psychological with Prince Fielder and now Grienke gone. They haven’t been playing too bad. Axford isn’t doing too hot
I have lost a friend before. She was nice, but then she got a bit boring. She used to be mean to me. She used to start a fight, and so I change my circle of friends and changed. I like it this way. I think that if she was a bit nicer, or she treated me a bit better than I would still be friends. I liked her, but we all go through losses, and that is the best thing about life. You win some, you lose some. When you lose a friend it is like she is walking out of your home, when you lose a friend, it leaves a big open door for a new friend to enter.
Losses are something that don’t necessarily coincide with loss, mistakes help us grow and without them we wouldnt be able to prosper. I use to look negatively at the connotation behind every failure, now I see that you must embrace and learn from any mishap that comes your way.
I’ve been dealt many losses. People, jobs, thoughts, and progress. I hope when all is said and done, I will have more wins than I do losses, but the numbers are already lopsided.
It’s bitterly ironic that this word should appear on this day–the day that I am so terribly haunted by my greatest loss.
We creep through the rubble as quietly as possible. Dressed in the grubby garbs of the Covenant soldiers, we blend in with the raiders but to the few civilians, we are a threat.
Many people thought the Covenant wouldn’t concern themselves with Tulsa after the destruction that had befallen it, two years before. They were wrong, and proof was here in the form of a mass army. I don’t remember the bombs that had descended from the sky like raindrops. All I know is what I’ve been told. Of the terrible losses.
I feel a hand on my back as I slid behind a pile of bricks, that must have once been a beautiful home. Eric was whispering into my ear, “The coast is clear to the north.”
But when I stand, I don’t go north. Instead, I go east….my feet moving on their own accord. I didn’t pay attention to Eric hissing my name, I didn’t listen when Kate and Brook began to grow frantic. Instead, I kept moving. Moving deeper and deeper into the city.
And into danger.
Losses are sad. Once you lose something it is never returned. It is like a childs innocents, you may never return it. For you have it.
Lady Losses. What a… well, she was interesting. She never spoke. Well, not in words, not vocally. But you could tell what she meant through her body language. She laughed sometimes as well. Peculiar laugh, she had.
i cut my losses and headed back over to my table to pick up where i left off. the crowning lights of the casino were no longer inviting, but rather harsh and unforgiving. thank god it was only a couple grand. thank god. i was worried i’d waste more time.
I was hurting and I didn’t know why. It wasn’t as if I hadn’t dealt with loss before. But this time, it seemed more personal; as if I had lost a bit of myself too, along with the stars and the ocean and the moon. I felt crushed. It was just me, it was just myself, I didn’t mean to do it…
I looked at the blood on my ankles and watched it beautifully trickle down my skin. It was pale, as everyone told me,
losses well i think about deaths and broken relationships and sports and well health ledger and how the chicago cubs cant win and how mitt romney will lose.
I have had many losses in my life. Whether it be games, people, or anything. It’s hard to come back up from a loss, but it can happen. Some, including me, can’t.
Life. Houses. Money. Freedom. Hearing. Ability. Friends. All of these are few losses that happen through out our life. Let’s just pray that they don’t.
Miranda stares at her reflection in the mirror until the tears blur her vision. Her fist hits the center of the mirror so hard, it shatters and shards fly out in every direction. Knuckles bleeding, shed rubs the tears from her eyes and straightens her back. She pushes her hair behind her hair with her good hand, takes a deep breath and walks out the door, deciding that it’s finally time to cut her losses.
The losses of the day were many. First his bookbag, then his watch, and now his girlfriend. How terrible this day was turning out for him. Of course, the latter was all a misunderstanding, but he didn’t know that at the time.
I’ve had many in my life, but
They called that child a demon because of his eyes. Eyes that could swallow the soul, they said. Eyes that were unnatural, so horribly wrong in a child’s face. They were eyes that lacked life, vibrancy, a spark, a twinkle. There was nothing in them. They were eyes that were deep, dark pools that seemed to swallow the light in whoever dared meet them, and left a person haunted…. Those were eyes that had seen death and horrible truths and tremendous losses. Those eyes… those eyes were soulless.
someone once told me,
what doesn’t kill you
makes you stronger.
but i don’t know if i could live,
with what i’ve lost,
with what i could have had,
and what should have been.
and although, maybe it makes me weaker,
(at first)
what’s wrong with being human?
I’ve lost my mind I can’t believe it losing your mind can be so tragic but exhilarating at the same time. I wonder ow other people feel about losing their mind. I for one am thankful because it is only when you have lost everything that u are able to truly gain something of value. Material possessions take up our entire lives, people want to be seen in nice cars and clothes but what lies beneath the Versace gravat is of little to no value. I could see a philosopher with decades of knowledge waiting to burst but if he looks omeless in the street I will instinctively assume that he is beneath me. Why has society been programmed to think that way? But then there is the other side of the coin. As I am writing this I think to myself I have heard this anti establishment bullshit thousands of times and each time I hear it from someone else I just think to myself “bitch bitch bitch”. Maybe one day I’ll wake up to what truly makes me happy….one day I’ll gain something.
i just can’t think of all the people i let go! all the people that gave up on me or i gave up on them! What kind of person am i? sitting alone in this corner i just can’t help but think not a good one. I miss them, all of them. I have a sneaking suspicion they don’t miss me.
I have many losses in my life. losers. loss. lonely. love. lamentations. is that even a word. well there have been many volleyball games. basketball games. cross country meets. and what else….oh! softball games. but we finally won the championship.
Don’t worry about your losses.
The universe balances itself.
In the end, you will get back in compensation for your loss.
Something sad happens, a good thing will come (eventually).
Don’t worry.
I have faced so many losses. Losses of so many people that I love, or once loved. Why do they all leave? I’m not sure. I just want to…never mind.
SOME PEOPLE DONT CARE WHILE OTHERS ARE THE ONES THAT CAN REALLY BE TRAUMATIZED BY SOMETHING THAT OTHERS SEE AS SO SIMPLE OR SO MEANINGLESS. A LOSS MAKES PEOPLE APPRECIATIVE IN THE LONG RUN; THE BEST IS YET TO COME, AS ALWAYS.
nobody truly knows what sadness and grief life can throw at you until you lose that specail someone.
there were no words to describe the terrible losses from the earthquake, people injured, killed, lives destroyed in seconds of tumultuous upheaval. The lingering effects of aftershocks keep reminding us of our vulnerability to future losses, it’s a wonder we can continue at all
so i lost him.
so what?
he ran away
never to come back again
ran away from me
from you
from himself
ran away from the love we hid from him
but now he’ll never find that love
that love that i hid from him
Sleet flecked winds whistled and droned through the wet bare branches that protruded from the windblown snow cover, swaying and moaning at the losses of their leafy canopy and warmth of the daylight sun.
winnings
When a child is born, it seems like a chance to start over, the embers that could signal the rise of the phoenix. But, day by day, our lofty hopes fall and the future becomes the present, becomes the past, becomes forgotten. The same sickness of the old plagues the young, and we are a lost world. Even when our stone hearts begin to reawaken, the shadow of our fear pushes it down. Fear breaks us, and we become fragmented mirrors, distorted images of what we should have been. How do we change? Can we change? Will we ever gather the courage to find ourselves? Oh lost people, we are lost as the sands of the desert.