Mntage was a small black child from the Phillipines. He never had a chance. The boat left the dock and he stood there, captivated by the knife-edge of the boat’s bow across the water..
BITS AND PIECES OF STUFF COLLECT TOGETHER TO MAKE JUST ONE THING. MY FAMILY IS A MONTAGE OF PEOPLE AND ANIMALS. WE HAVE BECOME ONE THING THAT WORKS. MOST OF THE TIME. SOMETIMES I WORK ON MY OWN BUT I WORK BETTER WHEN I AM MONTAGED WITH MY PEEPS.
Montage, isn’t that the visual conception of life. All forms of relative perceptions without a clear prospective of why or even if the reality matters. One would like to believe that there is an opportunity to have clarity. Visualization that manifest as a beautiful collage.
at my bar mitzvah there was a video montage. it was very good and my father made it. i was very proud of him. i was sitting with my adorable cousin yadin and everything was going well. and then a strange sound came from the screen an oovoo call had interrupted the presentation. it was from a strange girl from another school i barely knew and i was very embarassed.
I like the way it looks. Straight line on top with one letter poking out. Same on the bottom. it should look good shouldn’t it? A word for describing something. And for looking at.
They were right when they said that college had a lot of competition when it came to admission.
One point meant all the difference. One point could mean all the difference when it came to the slots they had, and her future crumbled around her when she got the rejection letter.
Waves crash against each other, tossed from different tides; greens blending into blues blending into browns blending into sandstone whites. At the end, all things are mixed into that stale, algae brown stagnation of a pond that has found its rest, and although time ceases to be expressed, it is implied in the calm unity of the ripples in the breeze.
I’ve already written about this. Give me something new and exciting, please.
I wish I had slugs.
I hate slugbugs.
And getting hit.
Creepy is my best friend.
I hear creating visual montages work out the right side of your brain. It enables the brain to work creatively, and gets the juices flowing. Personally, I haven’t tried this, and am thinking maybe I should…
a photogallery all about bridges. especially the golden gate, but that was too popular. i did a covered bridge in indiana. that was where i found my cat. but i said that was where my grandparents got engaged. cats are lame
There was never a time when Billy knew exactly what to do. It never occurred to him at all that when he went searching for something in his fathers basement that he would actually find the one thing that he was meant to find after all these years. He shuffled through all the dust encrusted boxes and dirt-caked memorabilia before finally finding what was meant to be his.
There was no montage in the brick. I saw it with my one eye in the back of my head as soon as I turned away.
You wrote a song about me and turned off the light. I didn’t think much of it until I heard you wailing outside of the venue. You took it. Took it all away. I was embarrassed and you took it as an accomplishment. It was beautiful and digsuting and I didn’t know what to do so I said “a-do” and flipped up my skirt so you could see me.
You saw me and wrote about it and posted it because you knew I would read it.
I hate you for this.
I’m terrified of everything because of this.
What am I supposed to do? You killed me.
the photo montage on the wall was reflecting her life. it was a constant reminder of the things she wished to forget and wipe out but could not . the photos were looking at her and laughing silently. they knew that she could never get rid of them. she was them and they were her in a sick and awkward way…
The film reel started to spin, and multicoloured light streamed out of the lens, projecting onto the screen. I sat, alone, in the fourth row from the front, staring resolute at the images. I could not remember how I got there, in that rundown theatre, or what I was doing there. Even as the film ran, I could not recognise the movie as any that I had seen, until I saw a familiar face – myself, riding the maroon bicycle I had been given for my sixth birthday. Then, before I could fathom what kind of sick joke this was, the image changed – the family holiday to the mountains when I was twelve. My mother, laughing, and my father, concentrating on the winding road, but still smiling at the terrible joke I had just told. And then, somewhat numbly, I understood what this was: a montage of my life. But, the still unanswered question…why?
montage. I’ve already done this word. Then I tried to sign up for this website and nothing happened. Nothing. Then I tried re-signing up, and it told me that somebody else already used that email! Yes! Me. Durr. Dang flabbit.
A fancy car. A cat. A deserted beach. A puddle of water. Birds chirping in the trees. A yawning lion. A monkey with a baby on its back. A cloud covered sky. A bustling market. A narrow turning river. A giant ass BOILED GOOSE.
Waking up at 6 getting ready for school. Taking videos of birds flying about just as the sun starts to rise above the horizon. Those long boring lectures. The awesome snacks we all brought in our lunch boxes. The countless hours spent playing afterwards. The drive back listening to songs. Ah.. I still feel like I’m in school.
montage
modge poge
of pictures on my journal
to write
my thoughts
my dreams
of love
happiness
regret
sadness
depression
a montage of thoughts to reflect back to the images on my journal
Everything was in her head. The images she had seen that day, the sounds playing in the background. It made her feel complete and strangely lonely. Here she was, standing alone in her bedroom with nothing but memories to give her company.
erasured memories through my head.
fly onto paper.
I thought they were dead.
I never won’t like you.
I’ll try to cease fear.
The veins are un-pulsing,
with each falling tear.
I was asked to present a montage for a creative non-fiction class one time. Instead I interviewed my mom about her religion on a small tape recorder and turned it in. It was the easy way out for I did not feel like learning how to create a video or documentary. Just like I don’t want to write this paper for English now. I am an English major, how can I not want to write? I lie and say I love it but I use that line for reassurance for only myself.
What a wonder, music in the garden of flowers. A montage of musical ideas pulled together and planted as a seed. It is a blessing to be of hearing as this gathering pleases m
The time I learnt about the word ‘montage’ was in English class. I had a few good friends that year but there were a lot of snobby precocious girls, too. The best time was when Ms. Bentley crawled under a desk to sing a song. Good days. I did well, too.
I’ve been here before. There’s something so familiar about the scent; I can almost taste it. Words flash before my eyes, like writing with torches against a black backdrop while the camera is on a long shutter speed. Just words. No pictures, no meanings. Just words.
montage hm, I dont rally know what that means. I like the spelling though. I think its cute. It fits the word. I think Ive seen better spelling of words though.
I think it could be longer too. My sentences are really short and choppy what a montage? I think I used it wrong..
rocky the boxer. all cheesy movies. my film class and the cute kid that presented. he has big muscles but didn’t notice me at all. i wish i could make a cheesy montage with him haha. why do i always talk about boys when im not thinking and just writing i feel like a lame girl
i see millions of photos clips and videos rushing by. i can see many of the things and put things too them but there are some that are mysterious and i want to learn more i believe that is what the great thing about life is you never really know what youll come across when you see your lifes montage or even if youll remember some but its what makes you the person you are so you cant be afraid to make your montage the fullest and coolest it can be so always take those chances in life and do the things your afraid to also you need to know that the people who dont make it into your montage are probably the movie critics who said robert de niro couldnt act so they dont matter and i think if your ever at a loss there is something coming that is going to be a very big scene in your montage.
Picky-
Sifting through worn photographs
Of our memories- the meadows of touch-me-nots
and singing serenades front of sad windows
Mntage was a small black child from the Phillipines. He never had a chance. The boat left the dock and he stood there, captivated by the knife-edge of the boat’s bow across the water..
BITS AND PIECES OF STUFF COLLECT TOGETHER TO MAKE JUST ONE THING. MY FAMILY IS A MONTAGE OF PEOPLE AND ANIMALS. WE HAVE BECOME ONE THING THAT WORKS. MOST OF THE TIME. SOMETIMES I WORK ON MY OWN BUT I WORK BETTER WHEN I AM MONTAGED WITH MY PEEPS.
Montage, isn’t that the visual conception of life. All forms of relative perceptions without a clear prospective of why or even if the reality matters. One would like to believe that there is an opportunity to have clarity. Visualization that manifest as a beautiful collage.
at my bar mitzvah there was a video montage. it was very good and my father made it. i was very proud of him. i was sitting with my adorable cousin yadin and everything was going well. and then a strange sound came from the screen an oovoo call had interrupted the presentation. it was from a strange girl from another school i barely knew and i was very embarassed.
As if the guilt weren’t enough — a montage of your deadliest mistakes all arriving in the post.
I like the way it looks. Straight line on top with one letter poking out. Same on the bottom. it should look good shouldn’t it? A word for describing something. And for looking at.
They were right when they said that college had a lot of competition when it came to admission.
One point meant all the difference. One point could mean all the difference when it came to the slots they had, and her future crumbled around her when she got the rejection letter.
All because she didn’t know what montage meant.
I have heard the word before but I do not think I know what it means, sound like a bunch of flowers that is place on top of a casket at a funeral.
Waves crash against each other, tossed from different tides; greens blending into blues blending into browns blending into sandstone whites. At the end, all things are mixed into that stale, algae brown stagnation of a pond that has found its rest, and although time ceases to be expressed, it is implied in the calm unity of the ripples in the breeze.
The thoughts in my mind are like a montage of anxiety driven scenes today, ugh.
Tell me this, answer my question
Will someone hear my plea?
What exactly…
is a montage?
Would someone be so kind
As to tell me?
I’ve already written about this. Give me something new and exciting, please.
I wish I had slugs.
I hate slugbugs.
And getting hit.
Creepy is my best friend.
I hear creating visual montages work out the right side of your brain. It enables the brain to work creatively, and gets the juices flowing. Personally, I haven’t tried this, and am thinking maybe I should…
a photogallery all about bridges. especially the golden gate, but that was too popular. i did a covered bridge in indiana. that was where i found my cat. but i said that was where my grandparents got engaged. cats are lame
There was never a time when Billy knew exactly what to do. It never occurred to him at all that when he went searching for something in his fathers basement that he would actually find the one thing that he was meant to find after all these years. He shuffled through all the dust encrusted boxes and dirt-caked memorabilia before finally finding what was meant to be his.
There was no montage in the brick. I saw it with my one eye in the back of my head as soon as I turned away.
You wrote a song about me and turned off the light. I didn’t think much of it until I heard you wailing outside of the venue. You took it. Took it all away. I was embarrassed and you took it as an accomplishment. It was beautiful and digsuting and I didn’t know what to do so I said “a-do” and flipped up my skirt so you could see me.
You saw me and wrote about it and posted it because you knew I would read it.
I hate you for this.
I’m terrified of everything because of this.
What am I supposed to do? You killed me.
the photo montage on the wall was reflecting her life. it was a constant reminder of the things she wished to forget and wipe out but could not . the photos were looking at her and laughing silently. they knew that she could never get rid of them. she was them and they were her in a sick and awkward way…
picture item or piece of music which consistes of several different items that are put together,.
A montage of things. To edit. Fix.
Montage of my life.
wouldn’t it be great.
film technique.
The film reel started to spin, and multicoloured light streamed out of the lens, projecting onto the screen. I sat, alone, in the fourth row from the front, staring resolute at the images. I could not remember how I got there, in that rundown theatre, or what I was doing there. Even as the film ran, I could not recognise the movie as any that I had seen, until I saw a familiar face – myself, riding the maroon bicycle I had been given for my sixth birthday. Then, before I could fathom what kind of sick joke this was, the image changed – the family holiday to the mountains when I was twelve. My mother, laughing, and my father, concentrating on the winding road, but still smiling at the terrible joke I had just told. And then, somewhat numbly, I understood what this was: a montage of my life. But, the still unanswered question…why?
it was a montage of sorts, but not in any sane sense of the word. each body was splayed. opened up like a tin can full of bangers.
montage. I’ve already done this word. Then I tried to sign up for this website and nothing happened. Nothing. Then I tried re-signing up, and it told me that somebody else already used that email! Yes! Me. Durr. Dang flabbit.
A fancy car. A cat. A deserted beach. A puddle of water. Birds chirping in the trees. A yawning lion. A monkey with a baby on its back. A cloud covered sky. A bustling market. A narrow turning river. A giant ass BOILED GOOSE.
Waking up at 6 getting ready for school. Taking videos of birds flying about just as the sun starts to rise above the horizon. Those long boring lectures. The awesome snacks we all brought in our lunch boxes. The countless hours spent playing afterwards. The drive back listening to songs. Ah.. I still feel like I’m in school.
montage
modge poge
of pictures on my journal
to write
my thoughts
my dreams
of love
happiness
regret
sadness
depression
a montage of thoughts to reflect back to the images on my journal
Everything was in her head. The images she had seen that day, the sounds playing in the background. It made her feel complete and strangely lonely. Here she was, standing alone in her bedroom with nothing but memories to give her company.
photomontage. When my friend was dying she saw black and white photos of her life playing in reverse.
I really enjoyed the sad montage in the pixar movie up, it was pretty well done and arguably one of the best parts of the movie.
erasured memories through my head.
fly onto paper.
I thought they were dead.
I never won’t like you.
I’ll try to cease fear.
The veins are un-pulsing,
with each falling tear.
anfang der woche
kotz
dienstag
montagekleber
I was asked to present a montage for a creative non-fiction class one time. Instead I interviewed my mom about her religion on a small tape recorder and turned it in. It was the easy way out for I did not feel like learning how to create a video or documentary. Just like I don’t want to write this paper for English now. I am an English major, how can I not want to write? I lie and say I love it but I use that line for reassurance for only myself.
What a wonder, music in the garden of flowers. A montage of musical ideas pulled together and planted as a seed. It is a blessing to be of hearing as this gathering pleases m
The time I learnt about the word ‘montage’ was in English class. I had a few good friends that year but there were a lot of snobby precocious girls, too. The best time was when Ms. Bentley crawled under a desk to sing a song. Good days. I did well, too.
I’ve been here before. There’s something so familiar about the scent; I can almost taste it. Words flash before my eyes, like writing with torches against a black backdrop while the camera is on a long shutter speed. Just words. No pictures, no meanings. Just words.
what does montage mean mum? like a collage stuffed together.
montage hm, I dont rally know what that means. I like the spelling though. I think its cute. It fits the word. I think Ive seen better spelling of words though.
I think it could be longer too. My sentences are really short and choppy what a montage? I think I used it wrong..
rocky the boxer. all cheesy movies. my film class and the cute kid that presented. he has big muscles but didn’t notice me at all. i wish i could make a cheesy montage with him haha. why do i always talk about boys when im not thinking and just writing i feel like a lame girl
A blur. The images overlapped and underlapped each other, spiraling through my memory. It was over, but it was beautiful while it lasted.
i see millions of photos clips and videos rushing by. i can see many of the things and put things too them but there are some that are mysterious and i want to learn more i believe that is what the great thing about life is you never really know what youll come across when you see your lifes montage or even if youll remember some but its what makes you the person you are so you cant be afraid to make your montage the fullest and coolest it can be so always take those chances in life and do the things your afraid to also you need to know that the people who dont make it into your montage are probably the movie critics who said robert de niro couldnt act so they dont matter and i think if your ever at a loss there is something coming that is going to be a very big scene in your montage.