She placed the little doll of her childhood back on the pink sheets and turned away. Not knowing what was next, not knowing what was coming, it seemed she was about to be thrown out into the real world with no prior warning. But not being financialy stable was the least of her worries; wrapped up in the cruel habits of a new everyday life, she was terrified of losing hold of her dreams.
It was placed there for a reason. She didn’t know why, all she knew is that it shouldn’t have been moved. But it had been, and now the sky was falling. She had never seen such a beautiful oblivion, and she was surprised that it all ended in an amazing view.
i placed my words in front of you but you couldn’t hear them, or maybe you weren’t listening.
you placed your heart in my pocket when i wasn’t looking but you didn’t know that everything always falls out of them without me noticing.
we placed ourselves in your bed but we didn’t think that anything bad would come from it, the same way that we placed these tattoos so they’d match forever.
what silly mistakes we’ve placed in our biographies.
He placed a glass of water on the counter as the waiter asked him for his money. He left and took a misplaced young woman with him to his luxiorious home, filled with gold, and silver, and myrr. She pondered the many things in his home and wondered how he had come to have all the things in his home, let alone the house itself. She then went to him and asked how he had come to accumulate the many things in his posession. He hesitated and then told his tale of his long lost father. Many people had told him when he was child that his father had died in battle. But no one could explain how. He never trusted the stories and vowed to find the truth.
Where this is, where that is. I’ve taken my fingertips, grasped them tight around the hilt, and placed the sword upon the gilt round table. Arthur gazes just past my left ear as the SWING! of arrows spit past the clear crystal windowpanes surrounding our silent battle.
It was lonely, like the rest of books toppled like a fallen nation around it thought it had a sort of plague. However, I was not deterred. With every step, with every breath, I knew there was something about the book. I fingers clasped around it, shaking off a thin film of dust. As I turned it over, my mouth ran dry with shock.
“Oh!” Mr. Lindar scuffled behind me, “I’ll take that.”
I remembered how to breath, and amazingly, how to respond.
“Oh, yes. Sorry.”
I was far from sorry. That was the last thing on my mind.
He placed it on the mantle. Nothing odd about it. It was a fitting place for it to be placed, seeing it was a mantelpiece. However, He was not expecting it do explode. Which it did. Twice.
Im thrown at the end room of the hall. the door is slammed shut and i immediately grad the razor blade on my bed side table. ill bleed about the abuse and the pain. As the blood pours out of me, ive place all of the aspects of my life behind me and all that matters now is blood, physical pain and me. The inside wont hurt, the veins pour and i am free.
put in one place
i placed it on the table so it should still be there
where did you place it last?
i placed it on the floor because it looked cool there in the room
I placed out of my 5th grade science class. In 5th grade, that was cool. By 6th grade I was in the 7th grade science class, and it wasn’t cool to be smart anymore. I was trying to find my place, and being ahead wasn’t helping.
We are placed on this earth without a choice or say. Why? We do not know. We long for answers each and every day to find meaning in our lives and a reason to live. But we have no answers to say or answers to give.
within 24 hours
they will try to place me
but im not one to be placed,
i know where my place is.
this changes nothing i hope you know.
petty systems, you clinging to control,
leave me.
to put something down. could be hard or soft, but this word seems softer. like something was put down gently and with some sort of intention rather than thrown mindlessly down. It was meant to be there.
to put something down. could be hard or soft but it’s put there. sounds like a softer way to put something down. gentle and with a certain intention rather than mindlessly thrown down.
I was placed in a child hood home for runaways! I’ll never forgive my parents for what they did to me. It was hard enough growing up in home where your own family doesn’t understand you but now this! I mean really how is one supposed to understand who they are in this world if they don’t even know where they belong.
i’ve been misplaced
the opposite of what you wanted
but the only honest thing
to be placed in many places where i do not belong
brings me to defeat
to accept that ‘mis’ is better placed in front
She placed her hand down on Lilys shiny hair. Lily glanced up at her with large eyes.
“Mom, why can’t we see Daddy?”
“Because he’s gone now.”
“Gone?”
“Honey, he’s never coming back.”
She gently placed the picture back on the bed-side dresser. She didn’t want to look into those big brown eyes anymore. She thought today would be the day she finally got up and put herself back together. Maybe tomorrow. Always tomorrow. Her heart was as shattered as the picture frame she broke when
Placed into this bitter-sweet world as another number amongst these digit proned. You may have a name but it doesn’t place you. The numbers stick to you like plastic magnets on a fridge. You can’t escape them. Shed them. Or hide. I mean how can you run from yourself?
Placed in this bittet-sweet world as a number amongst other digit proned. You may have a name, but it doesn’t place you. These numbers are stuck to you like plastic magnets to your fridge. Can’t escape them. Shed therun from yourself?m. Or hide. How can you
He placed third, but he should have been first, and what made him fail. He was always moving below his potential. Why, was this. I finally sat down to ask him. He told me that it was more important for him that another person feels what it means to be first. He was giving in, not because he was a failure, but because he was the giver. He wanted to give his win to someone who needed it more. Since he explained this to me, I tried to make his father understand, but his ignorance was not ready to place data into his simple mind. His father was made for labor, and his hansome features attracted me to him, but if I had only explored his mind. I stayed in the relationship because I cared more about his son, than him. I loved him like he was my own. I satisfied my longing for educated conversation by talking to PHD friends on the internet. I did this at the library so I would not hurt my slow husband. He didn’t have to know what I really thought of him, it was not important to me to belittle his upbringing. He was a good provider. I was just not in love with his mind, it was only his body that I craved. I figure at least one of us could do the thinking in the family. His son was another matter, as he was not as suttle as I about his mind. He comes across as knowing more. Of course he knows more, and who wouldnt know more than a man whose idea of fun is watching endless Television re-runs, and drinking beer while watching hours of Football. I just let him be, and he seems to leave me alone, but he picks on his son. Not sure what to do, but I slip his son money to go places more intersesting and educational than home. I figure I am being the best step-mother I can be, yet I just wish his father and I were on the same page, at the same time.
He placed the weapon on the floor, acknowledging that these would be his final moments on this earth. An icy calm settled over him, he accepted his fate, knew it could be no other way. And then a quick, loud pop … and darkness.
when we placed the stuffed animal on the mantel place, we weren’t sure what we would ever do with it. it felt right, it felt sure. it felt like something needed it placed there. i must wonder, my dear, if we were ever placed for a purpose? who placed me here in this spot and decided i needed to be here? my heart questions it.
I looked around as I quickly placed the candle on the table. It was dark and stormy outside and the wind made the flame shutter. I had hoped the power would have retuned by now but sadly that wasn’t the case.
i placed my dog into the leash, while i ate the cherry pie. The pie tasted as all pies do. cardboard. nothing like my grandmother’s cherry pie. The only halfway decent cherry pie I’ve ever eaten. I’d say she’s gone now to add drama but she’s not!
She was looking at the fully laid table. an apple had been placed on top of her plate. she remembered snow white… the doctor were trying to finish her off!!!
She wasn’t going to accept that.
Clirr.
The was a hole of the size of an apple in the window. the sat down and chose the soup.
i see him. he is an angel from somewhere i dont comprehend. he is my protector and my lover. he is the warmth in my cold world. we were placed in this world for a reason. and he is my reason. he is why i am here. he is a part of me.
He placed his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered “I love you.” Without warning he picked me up in his arms and carried up the stairs. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled secretly. Now that I was his, I would never let him go.
sitting on shelf
collecting dust
forever lost forgotten
unheard unfelt unwanted
what is this dream now?
creeping across the waves
placed far away to find the love
inside the layers of dust
the heart flutters again
rendering two into one
after years of not feeling
beginnings of love
She placed the cup in the dishwasher and proceeded to the radio. She, in her long, A-line skirt and her cream colored turtleneck sweater, danced to Elvis.
He placed his hand upon her skirt. She swatted it away in an attempt to tease him. She bat her long, thick, mascara laded eyes and took his hands in hers.
I placed my hand on his chest and asked “why?”. He said he didn’t know, but he was sorry. I t couldn’t be changed it was done. No turning back… I didn’t know what to say. He turned and was gone, not looking back. Was this forever? I didn’t understand what happened.
I placed myself in her shoes. Put myself in her place. Tried to see life through her eyes. Walked a mile in her skin. Yet, would she ever give me that common courtesy?
He peered around anxiously, the sweat on his upper lip forming distinct water drops where his 3 o’clock shadow should have been. Alright he mused, what had he done to get put in here. Martin had been placed in a warm, stale room, lacking any issues other than the creaking metallic door he had stepped in through. Or perhaps the mor appropriate question was, what had Courtney done? After all, it was her apartment that had gotten trashed the night before as he drove to pick her up from that little coffee shop.
I placed my hand on the arm of the seat separating us. He intertwined his fingers through mine. I got so lost in the feeling of him actually holding my hand I hadn’t even noticed that Mark Whalberg was in the process of killing some man from Panama on the huge screen in front of my face.
He placed the plate on the table in front of her.
Tacos? she said. They’ll crumble and spill all over my dress.
Why’d you wear white? he said.
Men, she thought. They don’t understand anything.
She placed the little doll of her childhood back on the pink sheets and turned away. Not knowing what was next, not knowing what was coming, it seemed she was about to be thrown out into the real world with no prior warning. But not being financialy stable was the least of her worries; wrapped up in the cruel habits of a new everyday life, she was terrified of losing hold of her dreams.
Crisp white
The apron
Bobbing from chair
To chair
Setting the places
Placing the plates
It was placed there for a reason. She didn’t know why, all she knew is that it shouldn’t have been moved. But it had been, and now the sky was falling. She had never seen such a beautiful oblivion, and she was surprised that it all ended in an amazing view.
i placed my words in front of you but you couldn’t hear them, or maybe you weren’t listening.
you placed your heart in my pocket when i wasn’t looking but you didn’t know that everything always falls out of them without me noticing.
we placed ourselves in your bed but we didn’t think that anything bad would come from it, the same way that we placed these tattoos so they’d match forever.
what silly mistakes we’ve placed in our biographies.
He placed a glass of water on the counter as the waiter asked him for his money. He left and took a misplaced young woman with him to his luxiorious home, filled with gold, and silver, and myrr. She pondered the many things in his home and wondered how he had come to have all the things in his home, let alone the house itself. She then went to him and asked how he had come to accumulate the many things in his posession. He hesitated and then told his tale of his long lost father. Many people had told him when he was child that his father had died in battle. But no one could explain how. He never trusted the stories and vowed to find the truth.
Where this is, where that is. I’ve taken my fingertips, grasped them tight around the hilt, and placed the sword upon the gilt round table. Arthur gazes just past my left ear as the SWING! of arrows spit past the clear crystal windowpanes surrounding our silent battle.
It was lonely, like the rest of books toppled like a fallen nation around it thought it had a sort of plague. However, I was not deterred. With every step, with every breath, I knew there was something about the book. I fingers clasped around it, shaking off a thin film of dust. As I turned it over, my mouth ran dry with shock.
“Oh!” Mr. Lindar scuffled behind me, “I’ll take that.”
I remembered how to breath, and amazingly, how to respond.
“Oh, yes. Sorry.”
I was far from sorry. That was the last thing on my mind.
He placed it on the mantle. Nothing odd about it. It was a fitting place for it to be placed, seeing it was a mantelpiece. However, He was not expecting it do explode. Which it did. Twice.
I placed where it would never be found. Fear has a lot to do with it. But I’d rather it stay hidden.
Im thrown at the end room of the hall. the door is slammed shut and i immediately grad the razor blade on my bed side table. ill bleed about the abuse and the pain. As the blood pours out of me, ive place all of the aspects of my life behind me and all that matters now is blood, physical pain and me. The inside wont hurt, the veins pour and i am free.
put in one place
i placed it on the table so it should still be there
where did you place it last?
i placed it on the floor because it looked cool there in the room
I placed out of my 5th grade science class. In 5th grade, that was cool. By 6th grade I was in the 7th grade science class, and it wasn’t cool to be smart anymore. I was trying to find my place, and being ahead wasn’t helping.
We are placed on this earth without a choice or say. Why? We do not know. We long for answers each and every day to find meaning in our lives and a reason to live. But we have no answers to say or answers to give.
within 24 hours
they will try to place me
but im not one to be placed,
i know where my place is.
this changes nothing i hope you know.
petty systems, you clinging to control,
leave me.
to put something down. could be hard or soft, but this word seems softer. like something was put down gently and with some sort of intention rather than thrown mindlessly down. It was meant to be there.
to put something down. could be hard or soft but it’s put there. sounds like a softer way to put something down. gentle and with a certain intention rather than mindlessly thrown down.
I was placed in a child hood home for runaways! I’ll never forgive my parents for what they did to me. It was hard enough growing up in home where your own family doesn’t understand you but now this! I mean really how is one supposed to understand who they are in this world if they don’t even know where they belong.
i’ve been misplaced
the opposite of what you wanted
but the only honest thing
to be placed in many places where i do not belong
brings me to defeat
to accept that ‘mis’ is better placed in front
She placed her hand down on Lilys shiny hair. Lily glanced up at her with large eyes.
“Mom, why can’t we see Daddy?”
“Because he’s gone now.”
“Gone?”
“Honey, he’s never coming back.”
She gently placed the picture back on the bed-side dresser. She didn’t want to look into those big brown eyes anymore. She thought today would be the day she finally got up and put herself back together. Maybe tomorrow. Always tomorrow. Her heart was as shattered as the picture frame she broke when
Placed into this bitter-sweet world as another number amongst these digit proned. You may have a name but it doesn’t place you. The numbers stick to you like plastic magnets on a fridge. You can’t escape them. Shed them. Or hide. I mean how can you run from yourself?
Placed in this bittet-sweet world as a number amongst other digit proned. You may have a name, but it doesn’t place you. These numbers are stuck to you like plastic magnets to your fridge. Can’t escape them. Shed therun from yourself?m. Or hide. How can you
He placed third, but he should have been first, and what made him fail. He was always moving below his potential. Why, was this. I finally sat down to ask him. He told me that it was more important for him that another person feels what it means to be first. He was giving in, not because he was a failure, but because he was the giver. He wanted to give his win to someone who needed it more. Since he explained this to me, I tried to make his father understand, but his ignorance was not ready to place data into his simple mind. His father was made for labor, and his hansome features attracted me to him, but if I had only explored his mind. I stayed in the relationship because I cared more about his son, than him. I loved him like he was my own. I satisfied my longing for educated conversation by talking to PHD friends on the internet. I did this at the library so I would not hurt my slow husband. He didn’t have to know what I really thought of him, it was not important to me to belittle his upbringing. He was a good provider. I was just not in love with his mind, it was only his body that I craved. I figure at least one of us could do the thinking in the family. His son was another matter, as he was not as suttle as I about his mind. He comes across as knowing more. Of course he knows more, and who wouldnt know more than a man whose idea of fun is watching endless Television re-runs, and drinking beer while watching hours of Football. I just let him be, and he seems to leave me alone, but he picks on his son. Not sure what to do, but I slip his son money to go places more intersesting and educational than home. I figure I am being the best step-mother I can be, yet I just wish his father and I were on the same page, at the same time.
He placed the weapon on the floor, acknowledging that these would be his final moments on this earth. An icy calm settled over him, he accepted his fate, knew it could be no other way. And then a quick, loud pop … and darkness.
when we placed the stuffed animal on the mantel place, we weren’t sure what we would ever do with it. it felt right, it felt sure. it felt like something needed it placed there. i must wonder, my dear, if we were ever placed for a purpose? who placed me here in this spot and decided i needed to be here? my heart questions it.
I looked around as I quickly placed the candle on the table. It was dark and stormy outside and the wind made the flame shutter. I had hoped the power would have retuned by now but sadly that wasn’t the case.
i placed my dog into the leash, while i ate the cherry pie. The pie tasted as all pies do. cardboard. nothing like my grandmother’s cherry pie. The only halfway decent cherry pie I’ve ever eaten. I’d say she’s gone now to add drama but she’s not!
She was looking at the fully laid table. an apple had been placed on top of her plate. she remembered snow white… the doctor were trying to finish her off!!!
She wasn’t going to accept that.
Clirr.
The was a hole of the size of an apple in the window. the sat down and chose the soup.
i see him. he is an angel from somewhere i dont comprehend. he is my protector and my lover. he is the warmth in my cold world. we were placed in this world for a reason. and he is my reason. he is why i am here. he is a part of me.
He placed his hands on my lower back and pulled me closer. His warm breath tickled my ear as he whispered “I love you.” Without warning he picked me up in his arms and carried up the stairs. I rested my head against his shoulder and smiled secretly. Now that I was his, I would never let him go.
sitting on shelf
collecting dust
forever lost forgotten
unheard unfelt unwanted
what is this dream now?
creeping across the waves
placed far away to find the love
inside the layers of dust
the heart flutters again
rendering two into one
after years of not feeling
beginnings of love
i believe i have MISplaced my thoughts
elsewhere
thinking it would be alright to
hide them.
i believe i have misPLACED my thoughts
somewhere
wishing for the world to
simply disappear
forever
this is where i am placed. God put me here for a reason. I must have faith in his plan and be content with where He placed me.
She placed the cup in the dishwasher and proceeded to the radio. She, in her long, A-line skirt and her cream colored turtleneck sweater, danced to Elvis.
He placed his hand upon her skirt. She swatted it away in an attempt to tease him. She bat her long, thick, mascara laded eyes and took his hands in hers.
I placed my hand on his chest and asked “why?”. He said he didn’t know, but he was sorry. I t couldn’t be changed it was done. No turning back… I didn’t know what to say. He turned and was gone, not looking back. Was this forever? I didn’t understand what happened.
I placed myself in her shoes. Put myself in her place. Tried to see life through her eyes. Walked a mile in her skin. Yet, would she ever give me that common courtesy?
He peered around anxiously, the sweat on his upper lip forming distinct water drops where his 3 o’clock shadow should have been. Alright he mused, what had he done to get put in here. Martin had been placed in a warm, stale room, lacking any issues other than the creaking metallic door he had stepped in through. Or perhaps the mor appropriate question was, what had Courtney done? After all, it was her apartment that had gotten trashed the night before as he drove to pick her up from that little coffee shop.
I placed my hand on the arm of the seat separating us. He intertwined his fingers through mine. I got so lost in the feeling of him actually holding my hand I hadn’t even noticed that Mark Whalberg was in the process of killing some man from Panama on the huge screen in front of my face.