We move. In life everything will just keep moving forward. We are all like cars driving down a godforsaken freeway each with a specific destination in mind. And some of us without one. But in the end everything flows. Time moves forward and people move on.
motion is life, and no matter how slow it feels at times, it goes by way too fast. especially when i’m with you. i wish you knew how wonderful you are.
just like the Pied Piper, led rats through the streets, we dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony of destruction, acting like a robot, its metal brain corrodes, you try to take its pulse, before the head explodes.
I already felt my stomach churning from kool aid punch and chocolate marshmallow squares when the game began. No way to back out now since I’d been musical chairs champ at Marcy’s birthday last Fall. All eyes were on me.
The needle dropped on the record. Walk carefully, not too slow but not too fast. Easy. Around and around and around. Sit!
Motion is energy. It is life. It is the stop and start of all things. It cannot be stopped, only transferred. Since energy is the language of the universe, motion then is a form of this language. Motion is the universal language. We will use it, and not any of our languages to converse with the first beings we meet. We will live in an energy world, where all is done through energy.
Motion is one thing many people can describe. Movement, atoms, phisics. But for many others, motion is about life. The motion of life is something that could never be describe even if one tried. Too many laughs, tears, and memories to truly describe…motion.
Time stopped. I was frozen. The rotation of the earth ceased. Any other motion in the world was no more. My heart was beating harder. Time was escaping me. My voice was numb, my hands were trembling and silent. No one whom I had ever kissed before had made me feel this way.
too much motion hurts me [yet] [still] I am addicted to motion. I used to run away now I mostly run in place. though my lung aches, though my legs ache, though I am tired of struggling to breathe. still I am compelled [this is the definition of compulsion, isn’t it?] still I push forward, still I am trying to reach something. still I strain, panting, fit to burst.
I wanted the motion to stop but it was comforting. I’d been doing it my whole life. Legs crossed, rubbing my toes together. It was interesting which of my friends and family ever noticed and commented on it. Some did. Some didn’t. It drove some people nuts.
Motion. Motrin. Second that emotion. 30 second emotion. 60 seconds to write about motion, my fingers now in motion on the keyboard, my nails clicking against the plastic tiles. Press on them, letters appear, magic, on the screen. Would that they were magic, that they would make me into the writer I want to be, make me into a writer on retreat, a writer writing. A writer in motion.
Motion. Makes me think of Music in Motion, the band competition my (now) former high school hosts every year, the weekend before thanksgiving. I love it, it is so much fun to work at and host, and I’m excited to return to it this next year and work as a volunteer.
The science of movement, the passion? Is it an action of doing or getting somewhere? What is the goal? the end place, or the journey itself? Is it expansive or narrow, or is it the narrowness that provides the simplicity? Is the simple a complicated reach, and the complications to easy in it’s simplicity to be respectable? Physics. Art. Which? A balance. The air between the fingers and the very place of oneself in the great scheming magnitude of our universe is… motion.
He felt it in his legs, arms swinging to the motion of the music. The club was crowded enough for dancers but too crowded for space. He danced anyway, no longer feeling so lonely. The lights faded away as he slowly passed out.
swirling sandy beaches and a top hat cafe. Blue buttonless dresses and marzapan ice cream. However lazy a day is is it ever as lazy as the night? the world less movement, the desert of sleep. cry cry baby. its just a dream.
Man soll in Bewegung bleiben, hat er gesagt. Wenn du in Bewegung bleibst, dann rostest du nicht ein, dann bleibst du warm, dann brachst du nicht so viele Turnhosen. Einrosten ist schlecht. Sehr viel Korrosion. Und Turnhosen, naja, die braucht man halt, aber die verrosten wenigstens nicht.
I love roller coasters. They move. That is motion, right? I love being surprised and scared and ecstatic at the same time.
But then in real life, change scares me. Moving from one place to another, changing from one state of mind to another, all that motion terrifies me.
Why?
I went to a great Jr. High School. Among its merits, was that we were allowed to choose our own classes – something that wasn’t usually allowed until High School. So long as a class could justifiably be said to fulfill state requirements, we could take it. I took several physics classes. Loved them.
I think the reason I didn’t go more in that direction as an adult was the theoretical aspects of physics after a while. I like concrete. I like knowns. Or at least working largely within knowns. I can speculate as to unknowns, but I want to know answers in the end.
That’s why I have often so much patience with puzzles. The kinds that make other people feel crazy and stupid? I figure if it’s a puzzle, (a regular puzzle, not a “meaning of life, the universe, and everything” puzzle) there’s a definite answer and a solution. And if other people have figured it out, I can too.
Start with a marriage. Add a few kids, some bills, some bickering. Have one parent loose their job, one kid go away to college. Now add more bills, more bickering. Now, go back and think… what set it all in motion?
the perpetual motion machine, an energy that goes from one point in time or existence to another. the ocean, the beating of your heart, an incredible power for good, the release of energy through your movement the flow of pace.
motion sickness is claimed by my daughter in law as a reason to not visit us and yet they drive to myrtle beach, to virginia beach and to other beachheads instead of ours.
Everything is in motion, and nothing can stop anything. No matter what happens, motion will exist, whether it is a duck swimming in a pond, a child learning to walk, or a baseball bouncing off a wall.
Running, running as far as I can. I am running in the woods, away from something I do not know about. The shadows are following me and I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I can’t stop no matter what. Its coming to get me. It’s coming. I need help. help me. Somebody help me. I can’t stop.
He was running pretty fast. Always in motion he moved around the dark streets, looking for something. Someone. Suddenly he stopped at a corner. A dark figure came around with slow steps.
When you are running you are in motion. Motion can be used in many words: For example emotion. Motion is good for your body :) Motion is when you are doing something active.
I can feel it now, not the car in motion, but my heart. It beats so fast I have to move with it, or else, I don’t know, I just have to get out of here.
His body laid in a motionless lump on the floor. Was this it? Was he really gone. Memories of times we spent together flooded my head. I couldn’t think of a solid plan or something that could help him.
his body moved in a magical motion. So mesmerizing you just couldn’t look away. Rock hard abs probably lied underneath that black, tight shirt. All i could think about was getting him up to that room, and quick
Motion pictures are moving pictures that create feelings and stories that capture my attention. Good movies, bad movie are all the same as long as I canmovealong and not feel static.
Something that happens automatically, even if you aren’t actually moving. I’ve always had trouble learning Newton’s theories about motion and the law of gravity and such, but I see motion as such a simple thing to understand. Motion is what’s happening right now, as I’m typing, or as I’m sitting. The world is always in motion which makes us be in motion constantly. When I play piano I am in motion. This intense motion with so much emotion…haha see what I did there? But it’s special and I feel like there’s more to it than just the laws of motion and what everybody else sees.
The car raced along the road, occasionally jumping at a pothole or one of the bumps that went unnoticed when the street was being repaved. Emily rested her heavy head on in her the palm of her hand, her fingers curving along her cheek, as she stared out the window. She watched the decaying trees whip by while she let out a sigh.
once the plan was set in motion there was no turning back. she had considered her options carefully and realized she had none. it was this or death. death might have been a welcome guest at her table any other time but in this instance he came to the door with his companions pain and suffering. for them she had not prepared.
Ela não tirava os olhos do relógio, parecendo hipnotizada pelo movimento do pêndulo. Ele achou engraçado aquele fascínio. Nunca tinha passado pela sua cabeça que algo tão bobo como um relógio-cuco poderia ser tão fascinante para alguém que cresceu entre computadores e relógios digitais.
The object is in motion. It will not stop unless a force is applied to it. There is nothing around to apply such a force. Will it go on moving forever, spinning through otherwise empty space, waiting for something to come along and cause it to stop?
Motion is simply the art of something moving. While you are dancing you are in motion. Dancing is actually one of the most popular forms of motion. Also sex. Sex involves a lot of motion. Not just humans are in motion however. Cars are in motion, animals are in motion.
We move. In life everything will just keep moving forward. We are all like cars driving down a godforsaken freeway each with a specific destination in mind. And some of us without one. But in the end everything flows. Time moves forward and people move on.
motion is life, and no matter how slow it feels at times, it goes by way too fast. especially when i’m with you. i wish you knew how wonderful you are.
just like the Pied Piper, led rats through the streets, we dance like marionettes, swaying to the symphony of destruction, acting like a robot, its metal brain corrodes, you try to take its pulse, before the head explodes.
I already felt my stomach churning from kool aid punch and chocolate marshmallow squares when the game began. No way to back out now since I’d been musical chairs champ at Marcy’s birthday last Fall. All eyes were on me.
The needle dropped on the record. Walk carefully, not too slow but not too fast. Easy. Around and around and around. Sit!
slow motion for me:
ugh
i like it like that
she working that back
i don’t know how to act
slow motion for me
slow motion for me
slow motion for me
move it slow motion
for me
ok
Motion is energy. It is life. It is the stop and start of all things. It cannot be stopped, only transferred. Since energy is the language of the universe, motion then is a form of this language. Motion is the universal language. We will use it, and not any of our languages to converse with the first beings we meet. We will live in an energy world, where all is done through energy.
Motion is one thing many people can describe. Movement, atoms, phisics. But for many others, motion is about life. The motion of life is something that could never be describe even if one tried. Too many laughs, tears, and memories to truly describe…motion.
Time stopped. I was frozen. The rotation of the earth ceased. Any other motion in the world was no more. My heart was beating harder. Time was escaping me. My voice was numb, my hands were trembling and silent. No one whom I had ever kissed before had made me feel this way.
too much motion hurts me [yet] [still] I am addicted to motion. I used to run away now I mostly run in place. though my lung aches, though my legs ache, though I am tired of struggling to breathe. still I am compelled [this is the definition of compulsion, isn’t it?] still I push forward, still I am trying to reach something. still I strain, panting, fit to burst.
I wanted the motion to stop but it was comforting. I’d been doing it my whole life. Legs crossed, rubbing my toes together. It was interesting which of my friends and family ever noticed and commented on it. Some did. Some didn’t. It drove some people nuts.
Motion. Motrin. Second that emotion. 30 second emotion. 60 seconds to write about motion, my fingers now in motion on the keyboard, my nails clicking against the plastic tiles. Press on them, letters appear, magic, on the screen. Would that they were magic, that they would make me into the writer I want to be, make me into a writer on retreat, a writer writing. A writer in motion.
Man in motion. Locomotion. Motion Sensor. Motion picture. E-motion, E-motican. Motioning. Moving. Movers. Move back. Move out. Move on. Move forward.
Motion. Makes me think of Music in Motion, the band competition my (now) former high school hosts every year, the weekend before thanksgiving. I love it, it is so much fun to work at and host, and I’m excited to return to it this next year and work as a volunteer.
An edge of the guitar waved in front of her eye, and she jumped back before she could think.
“Join us!” said Liam.
She frowned and took her instrument from him.
The science of movement, the passion? Is it an action of doing or getting somewhere? What is the goal? the end place, or the journey itself? Is it expansive or narrow, or is it the narrowness that provides the simplicity? Is the simple a complicated reach, and the complications to easy in it’s simplicity to be respectable? Physics. Art. Which? A balance. The air between the fingers and the very place of oneself in the great scheming magnitude of our universe is… motion.
He felt it in his legs, arms swinging to the motion of the music. The club was crowded enough for dancers but too crowded for space. He danced anyway, no longer feeling so lonely. The lights faded away as he slowly passed out.
swirling sandy beaches and a top hat cafe. Blue buttonless dresses and marzapan ice cream. However lazy a day is is it ever as lazy as the night? the world less movement, the desert of sleep. cry cry baby. its just a dream.
Man soll in Bewegung bleiben, hat er gesagt. Wenn du in Bewegung bleibst, dann rostest du nicht ein, dann bleibst du warm, dann brachst du nicht so viele Turnhosen. Einrosten ist schlecht. Sehr viel Korrosion. Und Turnhosen, naja, die braucht man halt, aber die verrosten wenigstens nicht.
I love roller coasters. They move. That is motion, right? I love being surprised and scared and ecstatic at the same time.
But then in real life, change scares me. Moving from one place to another, changing from one state of mind to another, all that motion terrifies me.
Why?
Motion
Physics classes in Jr. High.
I went to a great Jr. High School. Among its merits, was that we were allowed to choose our own classes – something that wasn’t usually allowed until High School. So long as a class could justifiably be said to fulfill state requirements, we could take it. I took several physics classes. Loved them.
I think the reason I didn’t go more in that direction as an adult was the theoretical aspects of physics after a while. I like concrete. I like knowns. Or at least working largely within knowns. I can speculate as to unknowns, but I want to know answers in the end.
That’s why I have often so much patience with puzzles. The kinds that make other people feel crazy and stupid? I figure if it’s a puzzle, (a regular puzzle, not a “meaning of life, the universe, and everything” puzzle) there’s a definite answer and a solution. And if other people have figured it out, I can too.
Start with a marriage. Add a few kids, some bills, some bickering. Have one parent loose their job, one kid go away to college. Now add more bills, more bickering. Now, go back and think… what set it all in motion?
the perpetual motion machine, an energy that goes from one point in time or existence to another. the ocean, the beating of your heart, an incredible power for good, the release of energy through your movement the flow of pace.
motion sickness is claimed by my daughter in law as a reason to not visit us and yet they drive to myrtle beach, to virginia beach and to other beachheads instead of ours.
Everything is in motion, and nothing can stop anything. No matter what happens, motion will exist, whether it is a duck swimming in a pond, a child learning to walk, or a baseball bouncing off a wall.
Running, running as far as I can. I am running in the woods, away from something I do not know about. The shadows are following me and I don’t want to stop. I can’t stop. I can’t stop no matter what. Its coming to get me. It’s coming. I need help. help me. Somebody help me. I can’t stop.
Motion in potion like ocion with function and something Blahh in stuck on creativity I’m not creative. Sad sad sad.
He was running pretty fast. Always in motion he moved around the dark streets, looking for something. Someone. Suddenly he stopped at a corner. A dark figure came around with slow steps.
When you are running you are in motion. Motion can be used in many words: For example emotion. Motion is good for your body :) Motion is when you are doing something active.
I can feel it now, not the car in motion, but my heart. It beats so fast I have to move with it, or else, I don’t know, I just have to get out of here.
I run through night-darkened streets, my white dress torn and muddy. I am getting sicker by the minute, the motion making me hurl.
His body laid in a motionless lump on the floor. Was this it? Was he really gone. Memories of times we spent together flooded my head. I couldn’t think of a solid plan or something that could help him.
his body moved in a magical motion. So mesmerizing you just couldn’t look away. Rock hard abs probably lied underneath that black, tight shirt. All i could think about was getting him up to that room, and quick
Motion pictures are moving pictures that create feelings and stories that capture my attention. Good movies, bad movie are all the same as long as I canmovealong and not feel static.
Something that happens automatically, even if you aren’t actually moving. I’ve always had trouble learning Newton’s theories about motion and the law of gravity and such, but I see motion as such a simple thing to understand. Motion is what’s happening right now, as I’m typing, or as I’m sitting. The world is always in motion which makes us be in motion constantly. When I play piano I am in motion. This intense motion with so much emotion…haha see what I did there? But it’s special and I feel like there’s more to it than just the laws of motion and what everybody else sees.
The car raced along the road, occasionally jumping at a pothole or one of the bumps that went unnoticed when the street was being repaved. Emily rested her heavy head on in her the palm of her hand, her fingers curving along her cheek, as she stared out the window. She watched the decaying trees whip by while she let out a sigh.
once the plan was set in motion there was no turning back. she had considered her options carefully and realized she had none. it was this or death. death might have been a welcome guest at her table any other time but in this instance he came to the door with his companions pain and suffering. for them she had not prepared.
Ela não tirava os olhos do relógio, parecendo hipnotizada pelo movimento do pêndulo. Ele achou engraçado aquele fascínio. Nunca tinha passado pela sua cabeça que algo tão bobo como um relógio-cuco poderia ser tão fascinante para alguém que cresceu entre computadores e relógios digitais.
The object is in motion. It will not stop unless a force is applied to it. There is nothing around to apply such a force. Will it go on moving forever, spinning through otherwise empty space, waiting for something to come along and cause it to stop?
Motion is simply the art of something moving. While you are dancing you are in motion. Dancing is actually one of the most popular forms of motion. Also sex. Sex involves a lot of motion. Not just humans are in motion however. Cars are in motion, animals are in motion.