I placed the paper on the table and the tears fell. The light bleached the air, obscuring the faded tabletop. The old ring wrapped around my finger was unnecessary now, and somehow made concrete.
I placed my heart on the table, stripped myself bare. It never seemed possible before, to feel totally naked while still fully clothed, but I understood now. Eternity was placed in those seconds while I waited not-so-patiently for your reply, but it was a price I was glad to pay, because your answer validated everything that had happened since September.
I placed an order for a large pizza. I was so hungry that I completely forgot that my new year’s resolution was to eat healthier. Barely 3 days. It’s ok though. At least I didn’t order extra pepperoni and cheese.
She placed her hand on his head. I was warm and felt soft like lavender. Soothing. “Why are you here…why are you so mean to me…why…why” she said, tears streaming down her face, washing away her mascara, making her look like a clown.
i don’t understand. i’ve already written about this word before. i wrote about where love is placed. i refreshed to write about another word but maybe there’s only this one. i hope i’m wrong. this is a great idea for a site.
One woe seems to be cut in half. It could be symbolic, maybe to show how society treats people who speak out or how one world could cut up someone’s word. It could also mean that they thought it was creative and liked the design. I think one word is enough and not enough. It’s everything and nothing. One word could change your life, good or bad. One word could mean nothing to you but the world to someone else. One word is one word
Shelves, shelves everywhere, covered in dust and the pictures of a bygone era. Antiques and items that had their uses in a long-forgotten age, books that showed pale, sun-dried covers to the light, the smell of old paper and oil permeating the old, forgotten room.
Sometimes I want to be placed in a proper placement, as if I’ve been placed in the wrong persons life and or body, do you know what I mean? Like I dont think im happy with my life and its possibly because i was placed in my body by accident… but does that mean i dont belong here? Doesn’t it mean I can fix my life to finally make myself feel placed..?
so different in daytime
the way you choose to smile, such a slight hint at the lips, something to guess at;
‘remind me where the light is’, quoting album covers, this is how we are these days, plagiarized thoughts, the inability to speak directly anymore, what is there to be afraid of?
(always, the answer is, losing you.)
some one placed me in the wrong time, wrong city. all im surrounded by are superficial selfish jerks and im slowly turning into them. i lost my way, i knew what i wanted to do in life i wanted to help people but know the furthest ahead i can plan is what outfit is that girl i hate going to be jealous of tomorrow? i dont know what happened. i just wanna be in the 80s, rock and roll, find myself in some music and sex drugs and alcohol and no pressure to be anything but different. here every face is the same. most people dont get me, they think im selfish and intense when really i just shut up like i never wanted to and let them judge. because who am i really gonna convince? not these stubborn self absorbed dictators of a social scale. i was placed in the wrong city, where we do all kinds of wrong for our 15 minutes of fame.
I love how people are placed in different situations..ones they never thought that they would ever have to deal with before. It shapes us into the people we are and the people we will become. It gives us our definition, something by which we can feel proud about ourselves from or something to grow from.
i’ve never been placed next to you for the fisrt time. now they want us to hold hands and dance becaus it’s valentine’s day and even if you are in kindergarten and i am too we are supposed to know what love is and it scares me.
I have being placed. I never know how it’s going to turn out and when it does, it always turns out to be something of an issue.
I may not be the smartest apprentice in school, but I am the quickest. I am small, quiet an very, very, quick. You will find that my loyalty to youis as long as ou keep me. Beyond that, we are each our own.
Please make your choices carefully.
And remember, my potential lies i your hands, unless of course, I am placed again.
It’s on the third day that she rises. It’s cold and damp under the rotting leaves. She stirs. Closes her eyes, but a voice in her head whispers “baby, you fall asleep now, and it’s going to be everlasting.” Daylight’s streaming, the colors read sepia. Slowly blues and whites bleed back into the spectrum, then comes rust, moss, and gold. She breathes: in, out, in, out, in, out. Rhythm. It takes effort. An hour of struggle and a few snapped branches later, she’s stumbling into a clearing, before wobbling up a hill. Smoke billows into the sky. The air is acrid. A sign outside the burning city says “Welcome to Bethlehem.”
Here at the outskirts of a once shining civilization, she knows there is a memory that can’t be placed.
Having somewhere to place things. To be placed in space without feeling out of place. Somewhere to call home. There’s a problem with moving all the time. You end up without roots. Without some answer to the question, “Where are you from?” “I’m a global citizen.” It’s the closest you can come to the truth when you have no place of your own.
they sorted him in with a group of similarly compromised youths, each with their own reasons to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, but even among them he seemed… misplaced. the others were extraordinary in ways that were unmistakeable, ways that were visible and tangible even to the untrained. aida had /wings/, for heaven’s sake. and those with gifts that did not alter them physically made sure to flaunt their abilities, so that everyone knew who could breathe fire or manipulate plants or make doors open with their mind. but the boy was not so willing to show off. in fact, he acted as if he were unremarkable in every way (except in that he was burdened with the kind of misfortune that most people had to live very long to accumulate).
The cat placed its catch onto the welcome mat and ran up to greet me with purrs. I stared at the dead mouse and mumbled, “Good boy.” As I tossed it outside.
Everything has a place, right? But is everything placed? How is it that we arrive at any given destination? How is it that anything belongs anywhere at all? Do we get there ourselves or are we merely placed by something far larger than us?
well…not exaought ctly the word I thought isI would see. I am placed here on thi as earth for a reason. I want to discover and experience the joy of knowing why I am placed. It’s kind of cool to think about the randomness, or really lack there of, how life places people, events, circumstances in our lives.
whoa….isn’t it 60 seconds yet ??
OK, i am most thankful for my adopted daughters placement in our home….she has been a blessing since we brough her home
I was placed in this world, in this country, in that year. It is my duty to make sure that it is worthwhile and that indeed I was placed here for a reason.
she placed 4th. 4th is the worst place to be. you go home a loser. even if you beat out hundred of others. you don’t get a medal, you don’t get to stand on the podium. what is the point. no one remembers 4th place. hell no one remembers 3d or 2nd for that matter. the only one that matters is the top winner.
That old cabin was so familiar…the minute I stepped through the front door, it felt as though time had picked me up and placed me back in 1999. For the first time in years, I thought of James. I missed him…I missed him.
i have been placed her for a purpose
to affect people in certain ways and to make a change
i don’t know why i have been placed here
but i shall make the best of what i can do
placement is a funny thing not many people ponder about
maybe it should be considered more often
than overlooked
or maybe it is something to not worry about at all and simple forget about
since not may people believe in fate
what is the purpose of being placed on this earth?
why not mars or somewhere is
why here on long island and not in a valley between two moutons
why?
This makes me thing of destiny. Something can not simply be there. it must be PLACED there. There is a reason that it is where it is even if it has the smallest meaning or significance
i was placed here on earth for a reason. i don’t work to please myself, i dont play hard to please my coaches, i dont succeed on my own, being placed in this family is why im pleased to be here.
I was placed in the most visible spot in the room. I knew it was purposefully, this was a way of intimidating me into complying with their demands. What they didn’t know is that my placement also meant that my sister would be able to find me easily. She moved through the crowd, slowly yet careful to fit in. The band was loud, the lights were nearly blinding me. I hadn’t slept in a few days, or weeks, time didn’t seem to exist anymore. It was one long string of events leading to the moment of my death.
It was placed in a glass ball.
And the glass ball was placed on the pedestal.
And the pedestal was placed in teh centre of the room.
The centre of attention.
For all to see and admire.
Except for her.
She was placed at the edge of the room.
Thinking for all the world that she had made the wrong choice in placing it in his hands to begin with.
I stare out into the darkness as the bright lights blind me. My ears go deaf from the monstrous applause that is coming from below. All I can hear is the beat of my heart. I am standing on top, and it was my best that placed me here.
I have been placed on this earth to serve the Lord. I am not here to please anyone other than Him and pleasing Him will by default bring joy to others around me. I was placed here intentionally not by accident. I am in this time in history for a reason. By His design.
i placed a coffee mug neatly on the kitchen counter and turned to the window. i looked at the setting sun and stretched my arms straight into the air, feeling my spine crack with pleasure in several different places. it felt great. i made a mental note to sign up for those yoga classes starting next month.
I placed the cup of tea on top of my desk and inhaled the minty aroma. It didn’t help since what I really wanted was a cup of coffee. In the end, the tea was just cold.
In society we are born, but are we placed were we belong or do we deside were we are placed. we fight to be in that persons place. so is it fair to take away a place from someone.
placed in a new world, i was unsure as to how i would belong. i ran miles, i searched corners. i simple couldn’t fit. i spoke to strangers who failed to see who i was. in pure fact, i was misplaced. i was removed from where i fit.
it seemed to have no reason to be there but the more I studies it the more I began to feel that it had been placed specifiacally for me to find. I wondered what to think as it began to float in the air before me.
I placed the paper on the table and the tears fell. The light bleached the air, obscuring the faded tabletop. The old ring wrapped around my finger was unnecessary now, and somehow made concrete.
I placed my heart on the table, stripped myself bare. It never seemed possible before, to feel totally naked while still fully clothed, but I understood now. Eternity was placed in those seconds while I waited not-so-patiently for your reply, but it was a price I was glad to pay, because your answer validated everything that had happened since September.
i placed the marijuana in the bowl. i placed the lighter near the marijuana. i placed the bong to my lips and ripped that bitch.
I placed an order for a large pizza. I was so hungry that I completely forgot that my new year’s resolution was to eat healthier. Barely 3 days. It’s ok though. At least I didn’t order extra pepperoni and cheese.
She placed her hand on his head. I was warm and felt soft like lavender. Soothing. “Why are you here…why are you so mean to me…why…why” she said, tears streaming down her face, washing away her mascara, making her look like a clown.
i don’t understand. i’ve already written about this word before. i wrote about where love is placed. i refreshed to write about another word but maybe there’s only this one. i hope i’m wrong. this is a great idea for a site.
One woe seems to be cut in half. It could be symbolic, maybe to show how society treats people who speak out or how one world could cut up someone’s word. It could also mean that they thought it was creative and liked the design. I think one word is enough and not enough. It’s everything and nothing. One word could change your life, good or bad. One word could mean nothing to you but the world to someone else. One word is one word
Shelves, shelves everywhere, covered in dust and the pictures of a bygone era. Antiques and items that had their uses in a long-forgotten age, books that showed pale, sun-dried covers to the light, the smell of old paper and oil permeating the old, forgotten room.
Sometimes I want to be placed in a proper placement, as if I’ve been placed in the wrong persons life and or body, do you know what I mean? Like I dont think im happy with my life and its possibly because i was placed in my body by accident… but does that mean i dont belong here? Doesn’t it mean I can fix my life to finally make myself feel placed..?
i don’t know where it’s placed. i hope it’s beautiful there though.
love doesn’t have a place to be. it’s all around.
i don’t want to interact with these walls i’m a ghost i’m a ghost i’m a ghost i don’t haunt or affect
so different in daytime
the way you choose to smile, such a slight hint at the lips, something to guess at;
‘remind me where the light is’, quoting album covers, this is how we are these days, plagiarized thoughts, the inability to speak directly anymore, what is there to be afraid of?
(always, the answer is, losing you.)
some one placed me in the wrong time, wrong city. all im surrounded by are superficial selfish jerks and im slowly turning into them. i lost my way, i knew what i wanted to do in life i wanted to help people but know the furthest ahead i can plan is what outfit is that girl i hate going to be jealous of tomorrow? i dont know what happened. i just wanna be in the 80s, rock and roll, find myself in some music and sex drugs and alcohol and no pressure to be anything but different. here every face is the same. most people dont get me, they think im selfish and intense when really i just shut up like i never wanted to and let them judge. because who am i really gonna convince? not these stubborn self absorbed dictators of a social scale. i was placed in the wrong city, where we do all kinds of wrong for our 15 minutes of fame.
I love how people are placed in different situations..ones they never thought that they would ever have to deal with before. It shapes us into the people we are and the people we will become. It gives us our definition, something by which we can feel proud about ourselves from or something to grow from.
i’ve never been placed next to you for the fisrt time. now they want us to hold hands and dance becaus it’s valentine’s day and even if you are in kindergarten and i am too we are supposed to know what love is and it scares me.
I have being placed. I never know how it’s going to turn out and when it does, it always turns out to be something of an issue.
I may not be the smartest apprentice in school, but I am the quickest. I am small, quiet an very, very, quick. You will find that my loyalty to youis as long as ou keep me. Beyond that, we are each our own.
Please make your choices carefully.
And remember, my potential lies i your hands, unless of course, I am placed again.
It’s on the third day that she rises. It’s cold and damp under the rotting leaves. She stirs. Closes her eyes, but a voice in her head whispers “baby, you fall asleep now, and it’s going to be everlasting.” Daylight’s streaming, the colors read sepia. Slowly blues and whites bleed back into the spectrum, then comes rust, moss, and gold. She breathes: in, out, in, out, in, out. Rhythm. It takes effort. An hour of struggle and a few snapped branches later, she’s stumbling into a clearing, before wobbling up a hill. Smoke billows into the sky. The air is acrid. A sign outside the burning city says “Welcome to Bethlehem.”
Here at the outskirts of a once shining civilization, she knows there is a memory that can’t be placed.
Having somewhere to place things. To be placed in space without feeling out of place. Somewhere to call home. There’s a problem with moving all the time. You end up without roots. Without some answer to the question, “Where are you from?” “I’m a global citizen.” It’s the closest you can come to the truth when you have no place of your own.
they sorted him in with a group of similarly compromised youths, each with their own reasons to wake up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, but even among them he seemed… misplaced. the others were extraordinary in ways that were unmistakeable, ways that were visible and tangible even to the untrained. aida had /wings/, for heaven’s sake. and those with gifts that did not alter them physically made sure to flaunt their abilities, so that everyone knew who could breathe fire or manipulate plants or make doors open with their mind. but the boy was not so willing to show off. in fact, he acted as if he were unremarkable in every way (except in that he was burdened with the kind of misfortune that most people had to live very long to accumulate).
The cat placed its catch onto the welcome mat and ran up to greet me with purrs. I stared at the dead mouse and mumbled, “Good boy.” As I tossed it outside.
Everything has a place, right? But is everything placed? How is it that we arrive at any given destination? How is it that anything belongs anywhere at all? Do we get there ourselves or are we merely placed by something far larger than us?
well…not exaought ctly the word I thought isI would see. I am placed here on thi as earth for a reason. I want to discover and experience the joy of knowing why I am placed. It’s kind of cool to think about the randomness, or really lack there of, how life places people, events, circumstances in our lives.
whoa….isn’t it 60 seconds yet ??
OK, i am most thankful for my adopted daughters placement in our home….she has been a blessing since we brough her home
I was placed in this world, in this country, in that year. It is my duty to make sure that it is worthwhile and that indeed I was placed here for a reason.
she placed 4th. 4th is the worst place to be. you go home a loser. even if you beat out hundred of others. you don’t get a medal, you don’t get to stand on the podium. what is the point. no one remembers 4th place. hell no one remembers 3d or 2nd for that matter. the only one that matters is the top winner.
That old cabin was so familiar…the minute I stepped through the front door, it felt as though time had picked me up and placed me back in 1999. For the first time in years, I thought of James. I missed him…I missed him.
i have been placed her for a purpose
to affect people in certain ways and to make a change
i don’t know why i have been placed here
but i shall make the best of what i can do
placement is a funny thing not many people ponder about
maybe it should be considered more often
than overlooked
or maybe it is something to not worry about at all and simple forget about
since not may people believe in fate
what is the purpose of being placed on this earth?
why not mars or somewhere is
why here on long island and not in a valley between two moutons
why?
This makes me thing of destiny. Something can not simply be there. it must be PLACED there. There is a reason that it is where it is even if it has the smallest meaning or significance
i was placed here on earth for a reason. i don’t work to please myself, i dont play hard to please my coaches, i dont succeed on my own, being placed in this family is why im pleased to be here.
I placed the orange on the table. Looks good enough to eat. Now where did I place the peelings?
I was placed in the most visible spot in the room. I knew it was purposefully, this was a way of intimidating me into complying with their demands. What they didn’t know is that my placement also meant that my sister would be able to find me easily. She moved through the crowd, slowly yet careful to fit in. The band was loud, the lights were nearly blinding me. I hadn’t slept in a few days, or weeks, time didn’t seem to exist anymore. It was one long string of events leading to the moment of my death.
I’ve been placed in a good time in life.
It was placed in a glass ball.
And the glass ball was placed on the pedestal.
And the pedestal was placed in teh centre of the room.
The centre of attention.
For all to see and admire.
Except for her.
She was placed at the edge of the room.
Thinking for all the world that she had made the wrong choice in placing it in his hands to begin with.
I stare out into the darkness as the bright lights blind me. My ears go deaf from the monstrous applause that is coming from below. All I can hear is the beat of my heart. I am standing on top, and it was my best that placed me here.
I have been placed on this earth to serve the Lord. I am not here to please anyone other than Him and pleasing Him will by default bring joy to others around me. I was placed here intentionally not by accident. I am in this time in history for a reason. By His design.
i placed a coffee mug neatly on the kitchen counter and turned to the window. i looked at the setting sun and stretched my arms straight into the air, feeling my spine crack with pleasure in several different places. it felt great. i made a mental note to sign up for those yoga classes starting next month.
A corner of the room.
An order.
A motion.
Here I stand
Precisely where you put me
I placed the cup of tea on top of my desk and inhaled the minty aroma. It didn’t help since what I really wanted was a cup of coffee. In the end, the tea was just cold.
In society we are born, but are we placed were we belong or do we deside were we are placed. we fight to be in that persons place. so is it fair to take away a place from someone.
placed in a new world, i was unsure as to how i would belong. i ran miles, i searched corners. i simple couldn’t fit. i spoke to strangers who failed to see who i was. in pure fact, i was misplaced. i was removed from where i fit.
it seemed to have no reason to be there but the more I studies it the more I began to feel that it had been placed specifiacally for me to find. I wondered what to think as it began to float in the air before me.