I walk through the silent streets of my small town. The slightest breeze carries my hair to the back of my head, and I let the warm air pass through my jacket. I look across the way and see all of my friends in the coffee shop. It’s beyond crowded, but I’m content with my place right here. They don’t make me who I am–they never did. From here, I choose my path. Their effect on me was over ever since the day he built the pressure behind my eyes. He’s not who I thought he was, and it turns out that none of them were.
She walked away, I felt it settle into my chest and kind of emanate through me. Just calmly making itself at home. Slighted. It’s fine though, it’s okay though, because hey, at the end of the day you keep on keeping on, and you look to those who are the most important.
a room of one’s own. now i’ve got two or two and half to be exact. virginia woolf was ready for the river that received her i wonder why and and what makes one that way? what type of room did she own?
slight. could mean you have a slight chance of something. there is a slight hill up ahead. now the word slight just looks weird because ive been saying it too much.
There was a slight grip when he held my hand–as if he didn’t want to let me go. But it wasn’t the least bit romantic; he was an aggressive person and I was stuck. Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.
The slightest thing can change your life. A bump in the road veering your car off course and down into the valley below. The failed engines on your flight sending your plane hurtling down into oblivion.
Delicado
La tela alba bailó con el soplido de los dioses
Se movió frente a mí
El perfume
Su rostro
Surgió entre las olas
Su sonrisa dulce
Sus ojos vivaces
Su boca audaz
Su persona, mi sueño
Tomé su mano y así caminé
Sin nada mas que esperar
Que nada de eso fuese
Solo un sueño
Oh, the slight changes,
The slight differences,
The destructive force of belief
and the slight realizations it releases,
I love the small, slight changes
Nobody notices them by you and I, but,
these differences make up our world.
…of hand. the difference between offence and politesse. the outcome of social constraints, of acceptability. some are born with it; others are not. others cannot understand the consequences of their poor behaviour – it’s a sort of intuition. can it be taught, or is it instinct?
I knew that any slight movement would make everyone stare at me. I could not cough nor calmly gag on the disgusting fragrance in the air; then everyone would know I was out of place.
A sleight of hand and I’ll see you again,
The rain drops slowly and my mind is detained,
I realize I’m awake but my mind has been sleeping,
I’m experiencing reality, except only when I’m dreaming.
You dare to slight me? Then I shall show you what you deserve in return for this and the thousands upon thousands of injuries which you have caused. You deserve nothing but the best, yet you will get the worst…
Not something I was ever good at. Maybe my hands were too small when I started (though plenty of children are very good at it.) Now if I tried I’d probably fumble at times, so it may be best that was never my forte. Heck it was never my anything! Self working tricks always worked best for me. I had lots of those.a
There was a slight against me I know. I’m used to it. I hate of course but used to it. No one else has to deal with this shit but I’m different. I’m cold and alone and people can’t understand that. They don’t get why I might want to be alone, why I prefer silence over their parties. And because of that I am slighted.
small, frail, young, pale freckled. she sat curbside crying her ocean eyes and I didn’t know what to do. I saw her from my window so I rushed outside like a cool breeze puffing around her tangled hair and she told me everything I ever wanted to know in her red-rimmed gaze.
small, withered, frail, young. she sat at the side of the road crying. it was dark and raining outside but I spied her from my window and walked out to meet her. I didn’t know what I should do but she told me everything I needed to know in her sad eyes. pale shoulders, freckles by the dozen
She was slight, so thin and frail. A spring zephr would feel like a full gale to her, tossing her like dandelion fluff. Where she would sleep tonight was unknown. Dinner? A luxury unavailable to her.
At the bell, slighted by her classmates, she vanished,
Would she reappear tomorrow when school breakfast beckoned?
Small; or slender.
But also an insult.
Oh, how confusing the English language is. Every word has double meanings. I mean, I still get they’re, their and there wrong, and I’ve known English my whole life.
There was a sharp crack as her hand met his cheek. “How DARE you say that to me?” she hissed. “You have no idea what I’ve been through in the last few–”
“Last few what, Gwen? Last few weeks? Do you have any concept of what the last few years have been? You took some sort of magical dimensional shortcut and have no concept of what the rest of us have had to endure, all while thinking…” He rubbed his hand over his face and looked away. His voice was soft when he continued. “All while thinking you were dead.”
slight of hand is the key in being a good magician. all the best card handlers have incredible slight of hand. also only the best eyes can spy the slight. eyes specifically trained to notice it (i.e.other magicians). slight slight slight can also be something that is near something. l
Slight hands, light hands, hands that grasp my hand as she plods across the living room floor. Confidence growing, she falls down less and less. But her hands still hold on to mine. And I will always let them.
Buttered hands are holding and contorting. Twists impress upon the roots of our atrium, squeezing life at a rate of knots. The face of twenty lovers concisely blurred, with ropes entangled now tugging in adverse direction. The captivated surfaced by composure, with minor slip of tongue or flickered iris a sole tell-tale, his mind weaves old threads of indecision into firm new loops.
It was just a little thing. Barely observable to someone who wasn’t looking for it. A slight turn of the head in John’s direction, the merest hint of knowing that sent his heart pounding and his head reeling. Did she know?
magicians freak me out. all that slight of hand nonsense, they could just as easily steal my wallet!
I walk through the silent streets of my small town. The slightest breeze carries my hair to the back of my head, and I let the warm air pass through my jacket. I look across the way and see all of my friends in the coffee shop. It’s beyond crowded, but I’m content with my place right here. They don’t make me who I am–they never did. From here, I choose my path. Their effect on me was over ever since the day he built the pressure behind my eyes. He’s not who I thought he was, and it turns out that none of them were.
There is a chance. Maybe just a hope. Faint glimmer.
A flash in the mirror.
A sparkle in her eye, and then you’re off.
it’s too late for the grapes to be saved this year i guess people’ll be drinking bourbon year round.
She walked away, I felt it settle into my chest and kind of emanate through me. Just calmly making itself at home. Slighted. It’s fine though, it’s okay though, because hey, at the end of the day you keep on keeping on, and you look to those who are the most important.
a room of one’s own. now i’ve got two or two and half to be exact. virginia woolf was ready for the river that received her i wonder why and and what makes one that way? what type of room did she own?
With a slight of his hand, he ended her life so quickly. So easily.
If only I should be so lucky to have the same fate.
It wasn’t magic, just slight of hand, trickery, deception. He distracted me and then moved the goalposts.
slight. could mean you have a slight chance of something. there is a slight hill up ahead. now the word slight just looks weird because ive been saying it too much.
There was a slight grip when he held my hand–as if he didn’t want to let me go. But it wasn’t the least bit romantic; he was an aggressive person and I was stuck. Nobody knows what goes on behind closed doors.
This slight move was even too much. If I could run, vanish in a far away place were I couldn’t be recognized….
The slightest thing can change your life. A bump in the road veering your car off course and down into the valley below. The failed engines on your flight sending your plane hurtling down into oblivion.
Delicado
La tela alba bailó con el soplido de los dioses
Se movió frente a mí
El perfume
Su rostro
Surgió entre las olas
Su sonrisa dulce
Sus ojos vivaces
Su boca audaz
Su persona, mi sueño
Tomé su mano y así caminé
Sin nada mas que esperar
Que nada de eso fuese
Solo un sueño
Oh, the slight changes,
The slight differences,
The destructive force of belief
and the slight realizations it releases,
I love the small, slight changes
Nobody notices them by you and I, but,
these differences make up our world.
Just the slightest bit of hope left.
Just that slight bit.
Just a little sprint, and he’ll fill up that slight.
…of hand. the difference between offence and politesse. the outcome of social constraints, of acceptability. some are born with it; others are not. others cannot understand the consequences of their poor behaviour – it’s a sort of intuition. can it be taught, or is it instinct?
I was choking on the smoke in the room,
I knew that any slight movement would make everyone stare at me. I could not cough nor calmly gag on the disgusting fragrance in the air; then everyone would know I was out of place.
A sleight of hand and I’ll see you again,
The rain drops slowly and my mind is detained,
I realize I’m awake but my mind has been sleeping,
I’m experiencing reality, except only when I’m dreaming.
You dare to slight me? Then I shall show you what you deserve in return for this and the thousands upon thousands of injuries which you have caused. You deserve nothing but the best, yet you will get the worst…
Slight of hand. Slightly timid. Slightly cocky. Slightly looking. Slightly gazing. Slightly hoping you were real. Clearly seeing you were.
slight
Of hand.
Not something I was ever good at. Maybe my hands were too small when I started (though plenty of children are very good at it.) Now if I tried I’d probably fumble at times, so it may be best that was never my forte. Heck it was never my anything! Self working tricks always worked best for me. I had lots of those.a
i’ve lost so much weight, but i only see a slight difference.
i want the difference to be startling.
i want people to be jealous, concerned.
i want to be thin.
There was a slight against me I know. I’m used to it. I hate of course but used to it. No one else has to deal with this shit but I’m different. I’m cold and alone and people can’t understand that. They don’t get why I might want to be alone, why I prefer silence over their parties. And because of that I am slighted.
small, frail, young, pale freckled. she sat curbside crying her ocean eyes and I didn’t know what to do. I saw her from my window so I rushed outside like a cool breeze puffing around her tangled hair and she told me everything I ever wanted to know in her red-rimmed gaze.
small, withered, frail, young. she sat at the side of the road crying. it was dark and raining outside but I spied her from my window and walked out to meet her. I didn’t know what I should do but she told me everything I needed to know in her sad eyes. pale shoulders, freckles by the dozen
She was slight, so thin and frail. A spring zephr would feel like a full gale to her, tossing her like dandelion fluff. Where she would sleep tonight was unknown. Dinner? A luxury unavailable to her.
At the bell, slighted by her classmates, she vanished,
Would she reappear tomorrow when school breakfast beckoned?
In slight. In flight. In might. In right. In sight. It is all good to me.
Small; or slender.
But also an insult.
Oh, how confusing the English language is. Every word has double meanings. I mean, I still get they’re, their and there wrong, and I’ve known English my whole life.
There was a sharp crack as her hand met his cheek. “How DARE you say that to me?” she hissed. “You have no idea what I’ve been through in the last few–”
“Last few what, Gwen? Last few weeks? Do you have any concept of what the last few years have been? You took some sort of magical dimensional shortcut and have no concept of what the rest of us have had to endure, all while thinking…” He rubbed his hand over his face and looked away. His voice was soft when he continued. “All while thinking you were dead.”
slight of hand is the key in being a good magician. all the best card handlers have incredible slight of hand. also only the best eyes can spy the slight. eyes specifically trained to notice it (i.e.other magicians). slight slight slight can also be something that is near something. l
Slight hands, light hands, hands that grasp my hand as she plods across the living room floor. Confidence growing, she falls down less and less. But her hands still hold on to mine. And I will always let them.
Buttered hands are holding and contorting. Twists impress upon the roots of our atrium, squeezing life at a rate of knots. The face of twenty lovers concisely blurred, with ropes entangled now tugging in adverse direction. The captivated surfaced by composure, with minor slip of tongue or flickered iris a sole tell-tale, his mind weaves old threads of indecision into firm new loops.
It was just a little thing. Barely observable to someone who wasn’t looking for it. A slight turn of the head in John’s direction, the merest hint of knowing that sent his heart pounding and his head reeling. Did she know?
Slight means that its like alittle of something..like barely
Slight exaggerations!!! That should be a name of a song.
slight is something that is not complete or in small view.
“That slight change made the biggest difference.”
Slight is a word that you describe something with like, there is a slight chance of rain today or there is a slight chance you may fall today.
Today I have a slight craving for blood. hah hah look out I could be right there.
Slight, is indeed a word, a word that i don’t know. Raww means “I love you” in dinosaur.
It was a slight bit. What is a slight?