Autumn leaves, Canada, shades of orange, red and yellow, jumping into leaf “puddles”. Beautiful clothes before winter, cold, saying goodbye to summer.
People. Crowds, originally friends.
A scatterbrained individual, with bits and pieces flown about everywhere with no effort to contain them. Scatter is the opposite of being whole, it is having everything split, divided, strewn everywhere.
The words fell from her mouth like rocks. They hit the ground loudly at her feet. They made the man across from her grit his teeth in pain, made him close his eyes in an effort to not cry out. She could be so cruel on accident. Most people understood the power of their words and the truth, but she didn’t.
I feel so scattered right now. Like everything is so confusing and disjointed and I don’t really know what anything is or how it fits together in the complicated frame of my consciousness I don’t even know if that’s how you spell that word. I just need someone to unscatter me, but everybody I loves just gets me more afraid and more scattered because I’m scared of losing them.
Pages everywhere the ocean in my head i cant think i cant breath nothing makes sense to me everything is so strange and unfamiliar everything is just so….Scatter
Pieces of me scattered across the floor. You don’t care about me anymore. I burst into a million pieces. A million pieces scattered across the floor. No time to be put back together. No one to put them together. A million pieces scattered across the floor. You don’t care anymore.
The world was ending, and people had no where to turn. Did they look for god, did they pray to live another day? Some searched for a hand to hold, or a kiss to numb. Others sat in silence, contemplating the lives they lived, while others cried out in agony, realizing they never really lived at all. Humanity, such a fragile concept, the only who believe that time controls us. No one wanted to run. But in the end, most of us decided to scatter.
scattered thoughts. so conflicted as to whether this experience is one that i will look back on without regret. scattered thoughts, one moment this one moment that, flittering from this to that. one minute like the next hate. But thats the way life is, every moment is its own world
They scatter everywhere. Frantic and searching for a safe place to hide. There’s chaos in the streets. People screaming out in pain and trying to find loved ones but they’re no where to be found. They are all lost and forever scattering.
I saw the old man each day. By the lake.. laying all the bread crumbs down for the ducks. Scattered.. So they could pick them up piece by piece and live.
Thats how it is for us. Making sense out of nothing but scattered pieces. Sometimes, by collecting and treasuring them. Sometimes by collecting and throwing them far far away; never to be near them. Sometimes, just standing to let them be so. Scattered.
Scatter the bread crumbs on the ground for all the birds to eat. For they will scatter quickly after before the wintertime starts, and have nothing to keep them full. Make sure to evenly scatter the crumbs that way one bird will not be greedy and take them from the rest. As it usually happenes.
you’ve taken to filling your bed with flowers, the colors and scent
more alive than i could ever stomach.
at night, the sheets fold around you like the lining of a casket.
–
my eyes are sinking into my skull. my bones
sinking through the mattress, marrow leaking smooth.
i fear gravity will soon find my body and fill my chest
with iron–rusting, rusting, a stone
weight at the bottom of the sea.
i am forming pearls under my tongue.
–
the shadows of my mother’s doorway rise out of the dark
like giants before the dawn.
i fall asleep to your hushed voice repeating love confessions to yourself.
they sound like ocean waves, rolling against each other, racing to the shore.
it’s scatttering. the feelings i have i can’t keep them in anymore. the sickness is deafening my soul, and I want to hurt you. i want to make you feel the pain i feel, but i can’t because i love you. and this makes no sense. but anyway, i’m done.
they fall apart how will we pick them up they are everywhere I don’t want to pick them up I cant why cant why did they have to fall why do they hate hate
all over the place. how i feel right now. something that you think is really undesirable in the sate your in. its more than a transforming way to just, but something to give you so much to think about that you lose track of the main thing. you can literally think of a never ending life of expansive natures; chilling to the bone itll never go away.
The scattering of footfall awoke jason with a jolt. Who could be lurking in his apartment this late at night? He scurried to the nearest door way, making sure to grab his shot gun. Whoever this was was going to get it. He paid his dues. What else could they possibly want from him?
The words were scattered across the floor. She never t thought they would come so fast and that he would be so unprepared for them, but they did and he was. But now her words lie like death on the floor killed on her lips. A horrible death.
there all over the place everywhere what are they doing there what are they why why I don’t know how they even got there where did they come from oh god what if I did it I dont want it I dont want it why
Scattered to the wind like ashes are memories of a broken friendship and romance, lost to the fragments of time they belonged, the past forever gone to me. Trying to hold the sand of memory in my head, I squeeze harder and watch them slip away faster, no matter how much i want it to stay I can’t make it stay any more than I could ever make it right.
I love to scatter good cheer with words, smiles and anything else I can think of. A
Givings a compliment here and there makes me feel great. I once read that if you are thinking something nice about someone, you should say it to them.
SCATTER! all of the animals fled violently as though their lives depended on it. they feared not only the ominous mass of which they were running but also where their paths would lead them.
I’ve tried to be nice to those amongst, yet I am scattered by the inferiority I feel. Must I revert at every ordeal, kneel to elders whom I’ve outgrown. I know what old age entails. I know that my youth is a fleeting state. I know more because I’ve seen more yet I am not brash. I litsen and I sympathize. And yet stifled and ignored I remain, patted on the head by the unfair distinctions between someone else and me. This seething emotion deep seated within me, it’s a terrible grasping thing. I will no longer be tied by weak links, I seek the stronger ones of those more endowed and so I will not adhere to society’s right to align the fates. I will be a leader, in this life or the next.
If I were to do anything, I’d simply stop being all put-together and everything.
I’d drop it all. Just let go of everything.
I’d scatter.
I’d be free.
Sure, I’d be a mess. Sure, I would be directionless. But hey, I’d be free. Totally free. No bounds.
Thoughts drifting, distant. Memories, emotions strewn around like scattered shells at the seashore. Who am I? Why am I here?
Questions calling like gulls overhead, but only the echo of the ocean answers, whispering songs in a language only the seaborn can understand. I listen, searching for meaning, searching for answers, but none come.
the birds scattered, leaving bread all over the ground. she looked up angrily, but leaned down to pic up the bread anyway. Sighing, she spun in a circle in an attempted move to cheer her up.
They curled up next to the river. He wondered when they would ever get up. Before dark? After? Then next morning? It was certainly going to be a warm enough night. He looked at her, then the stars. “My God!” he thought “This is the most beautiful thing I can imagine!”
scatter is my life at this point. Everything is everywhere. I dont know what to do or where to go but I can see all the pieces. I hope that I can get them back into order. Humans love order, or maybe its just meant to be like that as we grow up. Life is a scatter. Oh how beautiful.
They snuck through town as quiet as possible. “I don’t see anything” Nikki said in a hushed voice. “They aren’t that loud, Nikk. Stay alert and stay quiet.” Darin warned. He was the elected leader. Since the invasion the small, mismatched, group had formed a sort of army against the invaders. Nikki wasn’t the best at combat, but they vowed to stay together and to not be scattered away from each other. Safer in a group than on your own these days
the sainted social butterfly
prim, primped and pruned
dressed to the 10s
lost in the haze
of dollar bills, make up, vicodin
her smiles scatter
no center, but orbits the frame
so sacrifice is no pain.
I look at my room and all I see are the scattered clothes from college. My life is back to the scattered, unorganized dwelling that is my childhood bedroom. When will I have my own space? I’m tired of sharing.
Oh such a scattered universe, dropped tube of glitter, pile of leaves on the wind. Such a lost conglomeration of glittery galaxies. She used to try to count the stars but it was like counting grains of sand.
Autumn leaves, Canada, shades of orange, red and yellow, jumping into leaf “puddles”. Beautiful clothes before winter, cold, saying goodbye to summer.
People. Crowds, originally friends.
run, escape. dismember, throw, loose, my thoughts are a scattered messd
A scatterbrained individual, with bits and pieces flown about everywhere with no effort to contain them. Scatter is the opposite of being whole, it is having everything split, divided, strewn everywhere.
you’ve taken to filling your bed with flowers, the colors and scent
more alive than i could ever stomach.
at night, the sheets fold around you like the lining of a casket.
–
my eyes are sinking into my skull. my bones
sinking through the mattress, marrow leaking smooth.
sinking, sinking,
i fear gravity will soon find my body
and fill my chest
with iron––a stone weight
at the bottom of the sea.
i am forming pearls under my tongue.
–
the shadows of my mother’s doorway rise out of the dark
like giants before the dawn.
i fall asleep to your hushed voice
repeating love confessions to yourself.
they sound like ocean waves
rolling against each other, racing to the shore.
The words fell from her mouth like rocks. They hit the ground loudly at her feet. They made the man across from her grit his teeth in pain, made him close his eyes in an effort to not cry out. She could be so cruel on accident. Most people understood the power of their words and the truth, but she didn’t.
Apparently.
A far off dream that’s like a scattered memory
A scattered memory that’s like a far off dream
I wanna line the pieces up
Yours.. and mine..
I’ve been having these weird thoughts lately
Like what if all this isn’t real?
And what if it is.. ?
I feel so scattered right now. Like everything is so confusing and disjointed and I don’t really know what anything is or how it fits together in the complicated frame of my consciousness I don’t even know if that’s how you spell that word. I just need someone to unscatter me, but everybody I loves just gets me more afraid and more scattered because I’m scared of losing them.
Pages everywhere the ocean in my head i cant think i cant breath nothing makes sense to me everything is so strange and unfamiliar everything is just so….Scatter
Pieces of me scattered across the floor. You don’t care about me anymore. I burst into a million pieces. A million pieces scattered across the floor. No time to be put back together. No one to put them together. A million pieces scattered across the floor. You don’t care anymore.
The world was ending, and people had no where to turn. Did they look for god, did they pray to live another day? Some searched for a hand to hold, or a kiss to numb. Others sat in silence, contemplating the lives they lived, while others cried out in agony, realizing they never really lived at all. Humanity, such a fragile concept, the only who believe that time controls us. No one wanted to run. But in the end, most of us decided to scatter.
Soul. Court. Ancient. Tool. T-bone. Entertainment. Rose.
scattered thoughts. so conflicted as to whether this experience is one that i will look back on without regret. scattered thoughts, one moment this one moment that, flittering from this to that. one minute like the next hate. But thats the way life is, every moment is its own world
They scatter everywhere. Frantic and searching for a safe place to hide. There’s chaos in the streets. People screaming out in pain and trying to find loved ones but they’re no where to be found. They are all lost and forever scattering.
That’s what I have set my emotions to. What they led to-
For it has been unbearable to keep them as a whole. I let them scatter.
Across the globe, pieces of my heart were formed into shapes. It was whole, once. It was scattered, then.
I saw the old man each day. By the lake.. laying all the bread crumbs down for the ducks. Scattered.. So they could pick them up piece by piece and live.
Thats how it is for us. Making sense out of nothing but scattered pieces. Sometimes, by collecting and treasuring them. Sometimes by collecting and throwing them far far away; never to be near them. Sometimes, just standing to let them be so. Scattered.
Scatter the bread crumbs on the ground for all the birds to eat. For they will scatter quickly after before the wintertime starts, and have nothing to keep them full. Make sure to evenly scatter the crumbs that way one bird will not be greedy and take them from the rest. As it usually happenes.
you’ve taken to filling your bed with flowers, the colors and scent
more alive than i could ever stomach.
at night, the sheets fold around you like the lining of a casket.
–
my eyes are sinking into my skull. my bones
sinking through the mattress, marrow leaking smooth.
i fear gravity will soon find my body and fill my chest
with iron–rusting, rusting, a stone
weight at the bottom of the sea.
i am forming pearls under my tongue.
–
the shadows of my mother’s doorway rise out of the dark
like giants before the dawn.
i fall asleep to your hushed voice repeating love confessions to yourself.
they sound like ocean waves, rolling against each other, racing to the shore.
it’s scatttering. the feelings i have i can’t keep them in anymore. the sickness is deafening my soul, and I want to hurt you. i want to make you feel the pain i feel, but i can’t because i love you. and this makes no sense. but anyway, i’m done.
Bug bugs duke Ellington ragtime Godzilla little children cats cool cats Harlem
they fall apart how will we pick them up they are everywhere I don’t want to pick them up I cant why cant why did they have to fall why do they hate hate
all over the place. how i feel right now. something that you think is really undesirable in the sate your in. its more than a transforming way to just, but something to give you so much to think about that you lose track of the main thing. you can literally think of a never ending life of expansive natures; chilling to the bone itll never go away.
The scattering of footfall awoke jason with a jolt. Who could be lurking in his apartment this late at night? He scurried to the nearest door way, making sure to grab his shot gun. Whoever this was was going to get it. He paid his dues. What else could they possibly want from him?
The words were scattered across the floor. She never t thought they would come so fast and that he would be so unprepared for them, but they did and he was. But now her words lie like death on the floor killed on her lips. A horrible death.
there all over the place everywhere what are they doing there what are they why why I don’t know how they even got there where did they come from oh god what if I did it I dont want it I dont want it why
and scattered across the cold wooden floor were the love letters she would never read from the lover who was never truly hers
Scattered to the wind like ashes are memories of a broken friendship and romance, lost to the fragments of time they belonged, the past forever gone to me. Trying to hold the sand of memory in my head, I squeeze harder and watch them slip away faster, no matter how much i want it to stay I can’t make it stay any more than I could ever make it right.
I love to scatter good cheer with words, smiles and anything else I can think of. A
Givings a compliment here and there makes me feel great. I once read that if you are thinking something nice about someone, you should say it to them.
SCATTER! all of the animals fled violently as though their lives depended on it. they feared not only the ominous mass of which they were running but also where their paths would lead them.
I’ve tried to be nice to those amongst, yet I am scattered by the inferiority I feel. Must I revert at every ordeal, kneel to elders whom I’ve outgrown. I know what old age entails. I know that my youth is a fleeting state. I know more because I’ve seen more yet I am not brash. I litsen and I sympathize. And yet stifled and ignored I remain, patted on the head by the unfair distinctions between someone else and me. This seething emotion deep seated within me, it’s a terrible grasping thing. I will no longer be tied by weak links, I seek the stronger ones of those more endowed and so I will not adhere to society’s right to align the fates. I will be a leader, in this life or the next.
If I were to do anything, I’d simply stop being all put-together and everything.
I’d drop it all. Just let go of everything.
I’d scatter.
I’d be free.
Sure, I’d be a mess. Sure, I would be directionless. But hey, I’d be free. Totally free. No bounds.
Thoughts drifting, distant. Memories, emotions strewn around like scattered shells at the seashore. Who am I? Why am I here?
Questions calling like gulls overhead, but only the echo of the ocean answers, whispering songs in a language only the seaborn can understand. I listen, searching for meaning, searching for answers, but none come.
the birds scattered, leaving bread all over the ground. she looked up angrily, but leaned down to pic up the bread anyway. Sighing, she spun in a circle in an attempted move to cheer her up.
They curled up next to the river. He wondered when they would ever get up. Before dark? After? Then next morning? It was certainly going to be a warm enough night. He looked at her, then the stars. “My God!” he thought “This is the most beautiful thing I can imagine!”
Go scatter you evil wolf, you have no place here in this farm! You have made the chicken scatter away in fear. Leave us alone.
scatter is my life at this point. Everything is everywhere. I dont know what to do or where to go but I can see all the pieces. I hope that I can get them back into order. Humans love order, or maybe its just meant to be like that as we grow up. Life is a scatter. Oh how beautiful.
They snuck through town as quiet as possible. “I don’t see anything” Nikki said in a hushed voice. “They aren’t that loud, Nikk. Stay alert and stay quiet.” Darin warned. He was the elected leader. Since the invasion the small, mismatched, group had formed a sort of army against the invaders. Nikki wasn’t the best at combat, but they vowed to stay together and to not be scattered away from each other. Safer in a group than on your own these days
dear sacrafice
the sainted social butterfly
prim, primped and pruned
dressed to the 10s
lost in the haze
of dollar bills, make up, vicodin
her smiles scatter
no center, but orbits the frame
so sacrifice is no pain.
I look at my room and all I see are the scattered clothes from college. My life is back to the scattered, unorganized dwelling that is my childhood bedroom. When will I have my own space? I’m tired of sharing.
Oh such a scattered universe, dropped tube of glitter, pile of leaves on the wind. Such a lost conglomeration of glittery galaxies. She used to try to count the stars but it was like counting grains of sand.