She dreamed that she presented them with an ultimatum but in reality she wasn’t ready to take the chance of losing her job. This couldn’t continue much longer though. The innuendo, sly looks and suggestive comments were adding up to a hostile work place. The stealing pushed it over the edge. “Give me strength”, she prayed.
I don’t really know what to write about this word. I could say I’ve been presented with this or that today…but I haven’t. Although, I was presented with a few more job responsibilities last week that I’m trying to get used to the idea of doing… Other than that, nada.
She presented herself as what she always wished she could be, while a massive nagging thought lived and thrived beneath her perfectly sculpted hair: I’m not pretty, and I never will be.
you said that a speech is not presented but delivered. i remember i didn’t use one of them. i was safe from all of your critic. because of my speech could not be understood by everyone in the class, include you. you did not get the meaning when i said ‘in my correspondence with Catherine Harnois’. you did not even ask who she is. that was such a epic fail. i did my speech for four days and you did no comment. that day you lose my attention.
I presented myself to you. It happened for the first time. Short breaths, eyes twitching. Would I be alright? I most certainly hoped so, while I sipped from my coffee. I was vulnerable and the coffee was alright. I would get through this.
i presented in class when i was a freshman and i hated it. I also used to hate singing in front of people but now i love it. My singing class really helped me be confortable presenting in other classes. I especially enjoy it if i like the topic i am presenting on.
i presented myself in an orderly fashion
no comprehension of what happened and i couldn’t fathom .
its outlandish how my mind can calculate erratic; thoughts that feed the peace i never want my words to be dramatic
I presented a presentation in history class last week on the Reign of Terror. I think the information was good, but I always get embarrassed and nervous when I have to talk in front of people. So i didn’t sound confident.
The first time i ever presented was the first year of high school at ipoly. It scared me. This word scared me. Just because it made me think of hundreds of eyes that would be staring me down and judging me based on my every move. scary thought especially when you’re a teenager trying to fit into a new school.
And there she was, standing atop the stage, twirling around like there was no problem. Spinning and leaping with glitter falling on the floor, just a little too much of it I think there was. Very pompous, very arrogant! How dare she dance around like that without me.
The man in the grey suit presented. He bombarded his audience with facts and figures presented on Powerpoint slides, but all anyone could recall later was the way he handled the heckler.
Choices that we face, handed over by an old crone, what shall we do? The consequences of our actions hold such a power we will never know. And in some way, why am I always the one who has to suffer them. No decision I’ve come to, even after much debate, will be smiled on. For once, I wish that when a choice was presented, I could just ignore it and float away. Because no matter which way is right or wrong, it will never play out well for me.
I cannot wait until I get home from school. Tonight is the third night of Hannukah and after we sing the prayer, light the candle, and wait for the little lights to burn out; I will be presented with the best present ever.
The morning presented itself as pleasant. I had just woke up next to his body. It was as pale as the snow falling outside, covering all the street. I simply loved being there, having my body next to his was like an eternal orgasm. I hope that I don’t get bored of this one. Many times I felt this way, but it seems like each one of them were similarly different. Maybe he is the guy who’ll get through all my shit. He’s very patient and comprehensive. I love having him around, but, do I love him? Is he enough for me? Perhaps not as it’s supposed to be. If he were in my heart, I’d stop being myself. I’d stop doing what I do best, my own rotten things. That’s who I am. I can not choose wether I’m going to be on the good or bad side. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea of what such things are.
presenting again for the
very first time in a
premier encore presentation
Wacko Chuck & The Dakota Delegation
(featuring Blind Boy Buddha
and his Bucket Full O’ Blues Band)
who pulled in the driveway? who presented me this ring? where did she go? but I can still hear her. She’s just around the corner, peeking, smiling, looking for me. Where is the darkness every poet loves? Why do we encourage?
I presented him with my heart on a silver platter and what did he do with it?! He dropped it on the floor and trampled all over it with his size eleven black combat boots. If only I’d known then that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me….
I’ve been presented to a wonderful man, he was delightful, oh so peaceful. I ask him to follow me, to the sea, so we ran, we had fun, ’cause we swam, as well as drank.
An egg, a simple gift
A sphere made to imperfection
Placed in the warmth of the nest
Where twigs will act as house
Where worms will be a banquet
And the wind will be music, movement
And method by which the word is spread
Such a fraud, I thought. His strut to the dais to accept the city’s humanitarian of the year award. His cheezy smile. His sweaty palms lifting the plaque. He presented himself as a philanthropist, a helper of the needy, a doer of good deeds. I knew the truth.
I was given an award for having the most consistent performance at my summer camp job when speaking in front of groups of people. My best friend and I call it an award for being an asshole consistently, because I do not attempt to be great, just to be a good scout.
She presented herself as fatigued and mousy with her tired eyes and somnolent slouch. But in the end, she died a heroine in the midst of a waking dream.
what will God see, when this body is gone and I stand presented to Him? I wish I saw myself the way he sees me. I wish my children to see themselves as He sees them. Perfect, stainless, acceptable.
Ladies and gentlemen! I am please to be presenting to you tonight the amazing, magical, and wonderous, Houdini! He has been presented to people around the world and is here today for your viewing pleasure… Everybody give him a warm welcome!
I was presented with a fact today. My cat died. No not my cat my family’s cat. No not my family’s but my host family’s. I miss that cat already. I thought I heard it at my door this morning. Now I know better. My mind was playing tricks on me already.
it’s like when you have to do a project and show the whole class your work. Or if you give a gift to someone. But not a gift you actually want to give. something you feel obligated to give. You don’t present your love with a heart felt gift. You present your teacher with an apple hoping you’ll get a good grade. You present your step mom with flowers simply because of her title.
In my whole life, I’ve never really been presented. Sure, there’s the occasional “Hey, this is x” and I guess that would be considered a presentation, yet you’re the one who elaborates on that… I wonder if people actually know enough of me to present me adequately. Probably not.
There, he stood and presented his ultimate piece of work. Or so he hoped it would be, in the eyes of the audience that had waited for hours to see the curtain rise. It is quite hard to convince youself, as opposed to convincing subjects but he had finally accepted this on as quite worthy as presentation.
Presented with two options, I picked the one that was better for everyone. I picked the one to help my friends, my family, the town, everyone. But then everything went to hell. My life is over. Gone. There’s nothing left for me here. Maybe I should have gone the other way. Maybe I should have picked the one that was best for me. Then maybe things would be better.
This could be a funne word if someone would tell me what it means. It is very funny to be presented as a king….if only i was a king. That would be nice
Dabbling at the forefront comes the visage of every woman I see when I close my eyes at night, -Mother, sister, lovers.
Directly there after is Gaia proffering a pink slip for my so called life,
Presented I suppose for my diligence in mucking up perfection.
I have been presented with many challenges in my life, but I believe I have lived up to those challenges in the best way possible–by completing what I could in the allotted time I was given.
She dreamed that she presented them with an ultimatum but in reality she wasn’t ready to take the chance of losing her job. This couldn’t continue much longer though. The innuendo, sly looks and suggestive comments were adding up to a hostile work place. The stealing pushed it over the edge. “Give me strength”, she prayed.
I don’t really know what to write about this word. I could say I’ve been presented with this or that today…but I haven’t. Although, I was presented with a few more job responsibilities last week that I’m trying to get used to the idea of doing… Other than that, nada.
on knees, she begs
god to do something.
to help her,
hasn’t she suffered enough? she wonders.
god shakes his head.
this presentation,
he has seen it before.
Yesterday my father presented me and old friend of his from the army. the guy is spectacular. He owns a farm and has two beautiful boys.
She presented herself as what she always wished she could be, while a massive nagging thought lived and thrived beneath her perfectly sculpted hair: I’m not pretty, and I never will be.
your presence
is warm and foggy
but sounds are as sharp as a thorn
in my side
your breath is next to me
presented to me.
you said that a speech is not presented but delivered. i remember i didn’t use one of them. i was safe from all of your critic. because of my speech could not be understood by everyone in the class, include you. you did not get the meaning when i said ‘in my correspondence with Catherine Harnois’. you did not even ask who she is. that was such a epic fail. i did my speech for four days and you did no comment. that day you lose my attention.
I presented myself to you. It happened for the first time. Short breaths, eyes twitching. Would I be alright? I most certainly hoped so, while I sipped from my coffee. I was vulnerable and the coffee was alright. I would get through this.
i presented in class when i was a freshman and i hated it. I also used to hate singing in front of people but now i love it. My singing class really helped me be confortable presenting in other classes. I especially enjoy it if i like the topic i am presenting on.
i presented myself in an orderly fashion
no comprehension of what happened and i couldn’t fathom .
its outlandish how my mind can calculate erratic; thoughts that feed the peace i never want my words to be dramatic
I presented a presentation in history class last week on the Reign of Terror. I think the information was good, but I always get embarrassed and nervous when I have to talk in front of people. So i didn’t sound confident.
The first time i ever presented was the first year of high school at ipoly. It scared me. This word scared me. Just because it made me think of hundreds of eyes that would be staring me down and judging me based on my every move. scary thought especially when you’re a teenager trying to fit into a new school.
And there she was, standing atop the stage, twirling around like there was no problem. Spinning and leaping with glitter falling on the floor, just a little too much of it I think there was. Very pompous, very arrogant! How dare she dance around like that without me.
The man in the grey suit presented. He bombarded his audience with facts and figures presented on Powerpoint slides, but all anyone could recall later was the way he handled the heckler.
Choices that we face, handed over by an old crone, what shall we do? The consequences of our actions hold such a power we will never know. And in some way, why am I always the one who has to suffer them. No decision I’ve come to, even after much debate, will be smiled on. For once, I wish that when a choice was presented, I could just ignore it and float away. Because no matter which way is right or wrong, it will never play out well for me.
I cannot wait until I get home from school. Tonight is the third night of Hannukah and after we sing the prayer, light the candle, and wait for the little lights to burn out; I will be presented with the best present ever.
The morning presented itself as pleasant. I had just woke up next to his body. It was as pale as the snow falling outside, covering all the street. I simply loved being there, having my body next to his was like an eternal orgasm. I hope that I don’t get bored of this one. Many times I felt this way, but it seems like each one of them were similarly different. Maybe he is the guy who’ll get through all my shit. He’s very patient and comprehensive. I love having him around, but, do I love him? Is he enough for me? Perhaps not as it’s supposed to be. If he were in my heart, I’d stop being myself. I’d stop doing what I do best, my own rotten things. That’s who I am. I can not choose wether I’m going to be on the good or bad side. To be perfectly honest, I have no idea of what such things are.
presenting again for the
very first time in a
premier encore presentation
Wacko Chuck & The Dakota Delegation
(featuring Blind Boy Buddha
and his Bucket Full O’ Blues Band)
who pulled in the driveway? who presented me this ring? where did she go? but I can still hear her. She’s just around the corner, peeking, smiling, looking for me. Where is the darkness every poet loves? Why do we encourage?
I presented him with my heart on a silver platter and what did he do with it?! He dropped it on the floor and trampled all over it with his size eleven black combat boots. If only I’d known then that it was the best thing that could have ever happened to me….
Don’t tell me, you’ve come from heaven.
Sure, I prayed
Yes, I played
Well, I wait
Nice to meet you, anyway.
I’ve been presented to a wonderful man, he was delightful, oh so peaceful. I ask him to follow me, to the sea, so we ran, we had fun, ’cause we swam, as well as drank.
An egg, a simple gift
A sphere made to imperfection
Placed in the warmth of the nest
Where twigs will act as house
Where worms will be a banquet
And the wind will be music, movement
And method by which the word is spread
Such a fraud, I thought. His strut to the dais to accept the city’s humanitarian of the year award. His cheezy smile. His sweaty palms lifting the plaque. He presented himself as a philanthropist, a helper of the needy, a doer of good deeds. I knew the truth.
I was given an award for having the most consistent performance at my summer camp job when speaking in front of groups of people. My best friend and I call it an award for being an asshole consistently, because I do not attempt to be great, just to be a good scout.
She presented herself as fatigued and mousy with her tired eyes and somnolent slouch. But in the end, she died a heroine in the midst of a waking dream.
what will God see, when this body is gone and I stand presented to Him? I wish I saw myself the way he sees me. I wish my children to see themselves as He sees them. Perfect, stainless, acceptable.
Ladies and gentlemen! I am please to be presenting to you tonight the amazing, magical, and wonderous, Houdini! He has been presented to people around the world and is here today for your viewing pleasure… Everybody give him a warm welcome!
I was presented with a fact today. My cat died. No not my cat my family’s cat. No not my family’s but my host family’s. I miss that cat already. I thought I heard it at my door this morning. Now I know better. My mind was playing tricks on me already.
He put his hands on my shoulders, pushing me forward, presenting me to the room.
“Everyone, this is my fiancee.”
Gasps rang out in the room and I gave a little smile and a wave. “Hi.”
“Capulet.” his father spat.
tv
watching tv on my seat by the table. thinking about my sister and her smelly cat. the cat hates fish, strange
it’s like when you have to do a project and show the whole class your work. Or if you give a gift to someone. But not a gift you actually want to give. something you feel obligated to give. You don’t present your love with a heart felt gift. You present your teacher with an apple hoping you’ll get a good grade. You present your step mom with flowers simply because of her title.
In my whole life, I’ve never really been presented. Sure, there’s the occasional “Hey, this is x” and I guess that would be considered a presentation, yet you’re the one who elaborates on that… I wonder if people actually know enough of me to present me adequately. Probably not.
I stood up in front the class.
Sweat beaded all over my furrowed brow.
My knees were weak, my whole body trembling.
40 pairs of eyes stared into my weakening soul.
80 pupils drilled into my integrity.
I could barely hold myself up.
“And that’s how my presentation went!”
My friends were astonished that day.
There, he stood and presented his ultimate piece of work. Or so he hoped it would be, in the eyes of the audience that had waited for hours to see the curtain rise. It is quite hard to convince youself, as opposed to convincing subjects but he had finally accepted this on as quite worthy as presentation.
Presented with a cower
Killed it on the hour
Blank wall got the better
You’re too bitter for the sour
Presented with two options, I picked the one that was better for everyone. I picked the one to help my friends, my family, the town, everyone. But then everything went to hell. My life is over. Gone. There’s nothing left for me here. Maybe I should have gone the other way. Maybe I should have picked the one that was best for me. Then maybe things would be better.
This could be a funne word if someone would tell me what it means. It is very funny to be presented as a king….if only i was a king. That would be nice
Dabbling at the forefront comes the visage of every woman I see when I close my eyes at night, -Mother, sister, lovers.
Directly there after is Gaia proffering a pink slip for my so called life,
Presented I suppose for my diligence in mucking up perfection.
I have been presented with many challenges in my life, but I believe I have lived up to those challenges in the best way possible–by completing what I could in the allotted time I was given.