Sate? I don’t know many people that actually use this word so I have very little to say about it. I think it means satisfied but I already ran out of time. :(
He ate the sate. It was good. After that he took out his lazer gun and took board on the gigantic spaceship that was parked in his lawn. Today he would eat french fries on jupiter. Sayonara, Earth!
He could never sate his need for it, for any of it. It was this strange, constant need that he couldn’t control, keeping him locked in this form of stasis. He couldn’t be satisfied. There was no sating the addiction, no curing him of it, no filling the piece of his soul that emptied just as soon as it was filled.
Happiness.
I don’t know what happiness means. Maybe, for a brief moment, I knew. Among the tangle of my life, I’ve had moments of happiness, of love, but I’ve never known happiness. Only pain.
I gripped his shirt, my tears mixing with his blood.
I screamed at him. His eyes looked at me, just a flicker of green against the pallor of his whiteness.
“I lied, James,” I sobbed, running my hand across his face, trying to feel the life in it before it left, “I lied to you.”
He smiled, but it was a bit of a wince.
“I know.”
“James, I love you,” desperation hinted on my voice.
The loudness behind me ceased, the world screeched to a halt, and I was left staring at the smile in his eyes.
“I know.”
You cannot sate my passion
You should not even try
I devour what also consumes me
There is never enough supply
Mindlessly embracing
This habit now my chore
Exhaustingly ecstatic
Fill up this junky whore
Never heard this word before. I’m usually really good with words and also at spelling. I was the spelling bee champion in 6th grade for my whole elementary school! I do not know what sate means therefore I can not write something brilliant about it.
does anyone know what the heck a sate even is? Sounds like some sort of drink. I wonder. What is a sate anyway? is it something you do? Sate is a really weird word…
Does Sate ever ends? people would say no,I would say yes it does . The funny thing is when you have tasted a thing,you realize you no longer want it bcz u want something better than it. that’s when sate for other things start and then just to stop it you go back to the next best thing you know which is the thing that initially started it all til yu find smthn new again. Ok m i even makin sense? :P
He needed to sate his appetite. It overwhelmed him and took over his senses, until all he knew was the gnawing, vacuous hole in his stomach that thirsted for the blood of the innocent. His entire body sang even at the thought of the blood running through someone’s veins, and then he knew- he had no choice- he had to have it.
All the take-away shops are shut. Google is, as always, an option but the effort … The fridge contains an apple, two onions, and an empty box containing a single scrape of can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter. You could make a virtue of necessity – go to bed, meditate on today’s negative calorie count – but you haven’t the energy. You go to bed anyway.
Gums swollen and pink, pupils blown wide open into two pits of black. I cannot distinguish between sight and smell, sensation and sound. I can feel the fat, hard white teeth slide out, like a shark’s, like something cold and empty. I am cold and empty. I must be sated.
I don’t know what this word means but if you rearrange it you’ll have the word seat, which I’m sitting in, or the word tase, which I hope never happens to me. If I find myself in a situation where I’m going to get tased, I’ve made some bad decisions.
My eyes ache and my heart aches and I’m having dreams that my friends hate me. I’m full, I’m full to the brim of such love that I can’t fathom this darkness that finds me.
To be sated is to be full, satisfied, to not want anymore. Does it apply to negating desire beyond the material – yearning for more – a higher station in life, more spiritual fulfillment, or is a full belly the only manifestation of same?
I was not sate with the position that I had placed in the exams that I had recently sat. I knew that the work that I had done was much better that the one that I had presented on the last occasion that I did to get my final law degree.
satiation is something no one will ever get…you cant…cos satiation is happiness and not having the will to wish for more…we always want more…we are humans after all.
What if I was happily sated?
Would I want to be happily sated?
Would it be wrong not to?
Because frankly I do not want to be completely satiated. I want a challenge, a dream, a goal and most of all, the feelings that come through the Search. :)
But. Maybe so, only because I can never be sated. :\
I don’t know what this word means. I looks like state but is missing a t. I really wish I knew what this word meant so maybe I could write more about it but sadly I am a foolish child who has a vocab higher than 99% of average American high school students. But you know I don’t know this word.
אז כבר דיברנו על הכספת. שהיא מברזל ומוסתרת מאחורי הספרייה, כשפותחים את הספר חיי של שלום עליכם היא נפתחת ומתוכה נושרים כל הסיפורים שרציי לכתוב ולא כתבתי כי אני לא יודעת לכתבו סיפורים, ככה זה אצלי. יותר רוצה מיכולה, יותר מחשביה את עצמי
I don’t know what sate is. I think it’s a mixture of real estate and sage. A minty house is a happy house, and we love mints. Mint condition, wintergreen, all things mint. Is sage even mint?
there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.
his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.
but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.
there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.
his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.
but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.
I don’t really know what this word means and it scares me. What is it about the unknown that just makes everything seem so ominous? And it makes me feel inadequate. I should be more educated. I think that’s going to be something I try to do more is take advantage of everything around me and learn all that I possibly can. I want to take everything I can from this life.
a broken sigh
left behind
the smoke in mind
the hand that trembles
fingers crooked and aged
the words you want
to hear
your state
your fate
stay
with
me
sate my thirst
a hunger, dismay
neon lights dimmed bright
last time we stayed.
spark formed
art form
drink in silence
the quick and the dead
that moment of silence
a touch in the dark
a stick sate
sick state
remember when
the moment strikes
a match
mixed maths
subtract
and redact
until there is nothing left
but that moment
the spark.
Man am i thirsty he wondered as he got home from an exhausting day at the robotics factory where he was working on the walking torch droids. the heat from the droids continually dehydrated him, resulting in multiple blisters and a horrible thirst.
he immediately opened his fridge for a beer only to see that it was once again completely empty. the case of lemon berry shandy he had so looked forward to was now gone. while this was a horrible disappointment to him, he mostly felt ashamed for posessing such a horrible drinl. perhaps this was the reason why he lived alone, to enjoy his shandy in comforting solitude and no judgement, but all he knew at the moment was that someone had taken the entire case. the door was undamaged, and because of his paranoid nature, he frequently kept the door locked to prevent this exact catastrophe.
he slammed the door in a huff, wondering what could have happened. nobody had been to his apartment in the past week, so there was nothing to worry about there. he had fired the cleaning lady because she lost his favorite blanket the other day, and anyone else he could have thought to enter his apartment could not have gotten in because they didnt exist.
thats when he noticed the cat.
sate. i’m not sure what it means. never seen it before. actually, there’s much that i haven’t seen before. Things i would die to see aren’t waiting for me. time just keeps passing. faster and faster. whats the word again?
THE MEANING OF SATE IS TO SATISFY A NEED BY INDULGING TO THE FULLEST POSSIBLE CAPACITY FOR EXAMPLE ONE CAN SAY, I WANTED TO SAT MY THIRST AND THEREFORE BOUGHT A COKE. PAST TENSE IS SATED.
Then I realized that if I simply let all these grooves rest for a while, light them on fire and just let them sate in some sweet maple base then I’ll be golden. Comes out with a distinct flavour of rock your socks. Fire tends to help all of these preocess
It kinda looks like state. without the extra “T”. you could also get the word sat from it. Ate. Tea. Teas. Eat. Eats. At.
I don’t know what sate means. It sounds like sake to me. I mean the beer that makes you drunk but happy on the 21st of December.
Sate? I don’t know many people that actually use this word so I have very little to say about it. I think it means satisfied but I already ran out of time. :(
Full up. Completely stuffed. Unable to take any more. Overflowing with it. Full to bursting. Gonna be sick. Ewww. Gross. Sick.
He ate the sate. It was good. After that he took out his lazer gun and took board on the gigantic spaceship that was parked in his lawn. Today he would eat french fries on jupiter. Sayonara, Earth!
He could never sate his need for it, for any of it. It was this strange, constant need that he couldn’t control, keeping him locked in this form of stasis. He couldn’t be satisfied. There was no sating the addiction, no curing him of it, no filling the piece of his soul that emptied just as soon as it was filled.
Happiness.
I don’t know what happiness means. Maybe, for a brief moment, I knew. Among the tangle of my life, I’ve had moments of happiness, of love, but I’ve never known happiness. Only pain.
I gripped his shirt, my tears mixing with his blood.
I screamed at him. His eyes looked at me, just a flicker of green against the pallor of his whiteness.
“I lied, James,” I sobbed, running my hand across his face, trying to feel the life in it before it left, “I lied to you.”
He smiled, but it was a bit of a wince.
“I know.”
“James, I love you,” desperation hinted on my voice.
The loudness behind me ceased, the world screeched to a halt, and I was left staring at the smile in his eyes.
“I know.”
You cannot sate my passion
You should not even try
I devour what also consumes me
There is never enough supply
Mindlessly embracing
This habit now my chore
Exhaustingly ecstatic
Fill up this junky whore
to eat enough food or touch enough butts and boobs that you are happy again for a while, but then you aren’t anymore.
Never heard this word before. I’m usually really good with words and also at spelling. I was the spelling bee champion in 6th grade for my whole elementary school! I do not know what sate means therefore I can not write something brilliant about it.
I was sate to able to go to China this year.
does anyone know what the heck a sate even is? Sounds like some sort of drink. I wonder. What is a sate anyway? is it something you do? Sate is a really weird word…
sate your appetite at the hotel’s fine resaraunt.
Does Sate ever ends? people would say no,I would say yes it does . The funny thing is when you have tasted a thing,you realize you no longer want it bcz u want something better than it. that’s when sate for other things start and then just to stop it you go back to the next best thing you know which is the thing that initially started it all til yu find smthn new again. Ok m i even makin sense? :P
He needed to sate his appetite. It overwhelmed him and took over his senses, until all he knew was the gnawing, vacuous hole in his stomach that thirsted for the blood of the innocent. His entire body sang even at the thought of the blood running through someone’s veins, and then he knew- he had no choice- he had to have it.
All the take-away shops are shut. Google is, as always, an option but the effort … The fridge contains an apple, two onions, and an empty box containing a single scrape of can’t-believe-it’s-not-butter. You could make a virtue of necessity – go to bed, meditate on today’s negative calorie count – but you haven’t the energy. You go to bed anyway.
Gums swollen and pink, pupils blown wide open into two pits of black. I cannot distinguish between sight and smell, sensation and sound. I can feel the fat, hard white teeth slide out, like a shark’s, like something cold and empty. I am cold and empty. I must be sated.
I don’t know what this word means but if you rearrange it you’ll have the word seat, which I’m sitting in, or the word tase, which I hope never happens to me. If I find myself in a situation where I’m going to get tased, I’ve made some bad decisions.
My eyes ache and my heart aches and I’m having dreams that my friends hate me. I’m full, I’m full to the brim of such love that I can’t fathom this darkness that finds me.
She waits.
To be sated is to be full, satisfied, to not want anymore. Does it apply to negating desire beyond the material – yearning for more – a higher station in life, more spiritual fulfillment, or is a full belly the only manifestation of same?
I was not sate with the position that I had placed in the exams that I had recently sat. I knew that the work that I had done was much better that the one that I had presented on the last occasion that I did to get my final law degree.
I they could read my mind, they’d still never be sated, because my thoughts are convoluted.
Maybe I’m just complicated.
satiation is something no one will ever get…you cant…cos satiation is happiness and not having the will to wish for more…we always want more…we are humans after all.
Nothing is ever enough for anyone. Who is ever satisfied. In history, people were. I look up to them, they know to be okay.
What if I was happily sated?
Would I want to be happily sated?
Would it be wrong not to?
Because frankly I do not want to be completely satiated. I want a challenge, a dream, a goal and most of all, the feelings that come through the Search. :)
But. Maybe so, only because I can never be sated. :\
I don’t know what this word means. I looks like state but is missing a t. I really wish I knew what this word meant so maybe I could write more about it but sadly I am a foolish child who has a vocab higher than 99% of average American high school students. But you know I don’t know this word.
אני אפילו לא יודעת מה זה אבל אני מתארת לעצמי ספה מהפסות האלה העתיקות עם גב אחד לישיבה של אישה שמציירים אותה עם שמלחה ארוכה עם הרבה קפלים.
אז כבר דיברנו על הכספת. שהיא מברזל ומוסתרת מאחורי הספרייה, כשפותחים את הספר חיי של שלום עליכם היא נפתחת ומתוכה נושרים כל הסיפורים שרציי לכתוב ולא כתבתי כי אני לא יודעת לכתבו סיפורים, ככה זה אצלי. יותר רוצה מיכולה, יותר מחשביה את עצמי
I don’t know what sate is. I think it’s a mixture of real estate and sage. A minty house is a happy house, and we love mints. Mint condition, wintergreen, all things mint. Is sage even mint?
there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.
his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.
but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.
there’s one thing that sehun has a problem on. he can never stop wanting. needing. there’s this deep desire that bubbles deep in the pit of his stomach, and it claws at him and consumes him like this fire that can never be put out. it eats at him from the inside until he’s left gasping and panting, and the only thing he can taste is the ash and smoke in his lungs.
his never-ending want for him cannot be brought down. the fire cannot be put out.
but then lu han kisses him. and it’s like he’s been doused by ice-cold water and he’s left shivering under the watery sunlight, naked and bare and all for him to see. it’s beautiful and scary, the effect he has in him. the way his kisses and hugs and touches can /sate/ the monster in him.
I don’t really know what this word means and it scares me. What is it about the unknown that just makes everything seem so ominous? And it makes me feel inadequate. I should be more educated. I think that’s going to be something I try to do more is take advantage of everything around me and learn all that I possibly can. I want to take everything I can from this life.
a broken sigh
left behind
the smoke in mind
the hand that trembles
fingers crooked and aged
the words you want
to hear
your state
your fate
stay
with
me
sate my thirst
a hunger, dismay
neon lights dimmed bright
last time we stayed.
I have to sate her desires
spark formed
art form
drink in silence
the quick and the dead
that moment of silence
a touch in the dark
a stick sate
sick state
remember when
the moment strikes
a match
mixed maths
subtract
and redact
until there is nothing left
but that moment
the spark.
Man am i thirsty he wondered as he got home from an exhausting day at the robotics factory where he was working on the walking torch droids. the heat from the droids continually dehydrated him, resulting in multiple blisters and a horrible thirst.
he immediately opened his fridge for a beer only to see that it was once again completely empty. the case of lemon berry shandy he had so looked forward to was now gone. while this was a horrible disappointment to him, he mostly felt ashamed for posessing such a horrible drinl. perhaps this was the reason why he lived alone, to enjoy his shandy in comforting solitude and no judgement, but all he knew at the moment was that someone had taken the entire case. the door was undamaged, and because of his paranoid nature, he frequently kept the door locked to prevent this exact catastrophe.
he slammed the door in a huff, wondering what could have happened. nobody had been to his apartment in the past week, so there was nothing to worry about there. he had fired the cleaning lady because she lost his favorite blanket the other day, and anyone else he could have thought to enter his apartment could not have gotten in because they didnt exist.
thats when he noticed the cat.
Sate was I with his love. Eternal was this time that was well spent. I will cherish walks like this forever. The End.
sate. i’m not sure what it means. never seen it before. actually, there’s much that i haven’t seen before. Things i would die to see aren’t waiting for me. time just keeps passing. faster and faster. whats the word again?
THE MEANING OF SATE IS TO SATISFY A NEED BY INDULGING TO THE FULLEST POSSIBLE CAPACITY FOR EXAMPLE ONE CAN SAY, I WANTED TO SAT MY THIRST AND THEREFORE BOUGHT A COKE. PAST TENSE IS SATED.
Then I realized that if I simply let all these grooves rest for a while, light them on fire and just let them sate in some sweet maple base then I’ll be golden. Comes out with a distinct flavour of rock your socks. Fire tends to help all of these preocess