Her hand meeting his cheek in a slap hurts slightly more than he thought. Ryan touches his cheek where there’s no doubt a red imprint of her hand. He looks at her and she deflates on the spot, five years of anger turning into sadness and she starts crying right there in the kitchen of the Delacroix house. Ryan hates to see any girl cry, hates it even more that it’s her and most likely it’s because of him.
I slightly hate you
every time I see your face I throw up a little bit
just in the back of my throat
I’ll be able to swallow it and put on a smile
but just know- I don’t give a fuck about what you think
soon I’ll be gone and it won’t matter at all
I aw a slight change in the weather today. It was all sunny then suddenly gray clouds started to emerge out of thin air… i saw him walking towards me with a different face. his eyes sad, and then i knew it. Here comes goodbye </3
Every day an assult of sound, hitting me between the eyes like childishly thrown pebbles.
Every day unnecessary comments directed at me when all I want to be is left alone.
Every day, you manage to make me think that you have become slightly more annoying than the last.
Darla looked down at the flowing red dress that swayed around her. The hem had a slight tear along the rhine stones. Her mother would fix it later.
“Daring, how did you Ike the ball?” Esther said as she grabbed both of darla’s hands firmly in hers.
“Oh it was fabulous! The dress was stunning, and Fred and I danced all evening.” Darla smiled gracefully and separated her hands from her friends’.
I remembered you from elementary school. You had always been slight and not very tall, bony knees and sharp, pinched angles in your face.
I met you again by chance the other day, and hardly knew that it was you until you told me so. All of your angles had been replaced by padded roundness, and while you were still short, you now fell just shy of what could be described as rotund. And while I have somehow managed to stay more or less the same from then till now, you have exchanged extremes.
He had dark hair and a strange tattoo on his chest. With my eyes shut tight, I pressed my trembling hand to my forehead. How could my palm still hold the iciness of the marble tiles yet be sticky with sweat? When I looked back to the room, there was only a slight difference in my vision – the room was still odd. Darker than before. Spinning a little too. But I could see the man more clearly now. The man was actually younger than I first thought-about my age. But I must have hit my head pretty hard because his tattoo was still glowing.
I have a slight pain in my heart. Not enough for you to tell but it’s there. You caused this uncomfortable pain. I wish you were still here to fill it but you’ve moved on and I’m stuck here. Ah well that’s life.
One day at school these kids were getting bullied and nobody else saw it but two girls. It was for a slight second! Nobody knew what happened except for them. The principal called them up to the office to talk about it and they still gave slight reasoning. It was not very detailed.
To be slight. Fallen like leaf in the storm. Forgotten and gone. To be slight. To be light. A ghost in the sun and shadow in the darkest of nights, To be slight.
Slight of build. That was one kind way they’d always put it. But Sparrow knew what they meant. Puny. She was absolutely puny.
Of course, being so small had its advantages. Her boyfriend, for example, could sweep her off her feet with ease. Of course, that was also sometimes a disadvantage, as he did so like to interrupt her while she was busy with something else.
Hope was few and courage was just as little
I offer you the embers of love and endless wonder
Because even the slight existence of doubt can refute any or all types of excitement
Open up to it all
You never know what you could encounter!
There was a slight pause and then it began. first the ground began to shake. then there was a roar mightier than any vessel or any beast. And above the horizon, rising past the sky scrapers, was the mother ship.
It was only a slight difference that gave him away. I suppose I could have let it slide, pretended not notice it. But I am a pessimist. I notice everything, and I never let it go. And it really is that one difference that makes all the difference, isn’t it?
I haven’t the slightest doubt that I will be able to finish my paper on time. Even though it will cause me a slight bit of inconvenience, it is something that I must get done. There is no way out of it this time.
slight of hand. a hat trick. my heart was there beating firmly in my chest, until your smoke and mirrors. now my heart is a pool on the floor and I’m just another stunned audience member looking for wires.
At first, it all seemed the same. Then I noted the change in position. The difference only seemed slight on the surface… in reality that little, seemingly insignificant change would set me on a dangerous course, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I have slight eyesight and am slight of hand at times. This could indicate that everything, to me, comes with some difficulty, and I certainly feel like that could be true at times. Reaching for the glass on the table, and coming up short. Putting down the glass where the table should be, and coming up short as the glass plummets to the floor. I have a slight frame. Perhaps I would go completely unnoticed without all the accidents I manage to achieve with my slightness.
It was a sleight of hand, his text messages. And I almost took the fall. I should have never replied to his personal questions, but at least I now have a new number.
The slight curve of your waist to your hip and the slight smirk on your face in the semi-darkness of your room had stolen my heart. I think of you now, sometimes, more often that I’d admit to anyone. When did our minor flirtation turn in to kissing before anyone showed up for the party?
“Do you find it slightly humid in here?” he asked…avoiding looking up from the newspaper.
“Whatever?” she mumbles.
“Perhaps I should open a window,” he offers while slightly engaged in the sports section.
“Uh huh,” she mutters reaching for her lukewarm coffee.
He walks towards the window. Opens it.
“What should we have for dinner?” he says as he starts reading where he left off.
“Macaroni and bread.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Silence protrudes into their pores. He rustles his newspaper. She takes another sip of the coffee.
“Do you find it slightly cold in here he asks?” This time he looks up at her…and sighs.
The slight chance that I will be with you is astronomically slight. The chance you will love me is slight. The chance you see me the way i see you is slight. Everything with you is SLIGHT.
i hate those slight annoyances. the things that eat away at you little by little, but you don’t even realize how much if affects you until it slams you in the face one day, completely unforeseen. sometimes it is the little things that can make a huge difference.
slightly…just a little bit, everything has just a little bit of an affect on me. A slight affect. But enough of these slight affects…can be enough to confuse me, a lot. So something can be slightly there, but if enough things are slightly there…they provide a lot of impact, making things a lot more than slightly difficult.
There was a slight chance in me getting that class,
that class that will dictate whether or not I will go insane,
lose hope,
and get that dream of a job that will potentially,
basically,
essentially,
bring me song slight hope that I am worth something.
Worth something more than just slight worth.
There is only a slight breeze blowing as I walk down the street, but I feel as though I am walking on air. Every time I think of the magic that is my life now, I smile. I am almost giddy. How can it be that a simple girl like me could have entered such a magical world. Even my usual waiting-for-the-other- shoe- to- fall mentality can get in the way of this glorious beginning…
A slight move to the left and the perspective changes. He is no longer holding back from you but holding in. He is not defiant but defeated. He is not being self-centered but trying to survive.
I don’t know whether to lean to the left or right, I’m afraid of losing my footing and tumbling down and down and down, unable to find myself in the dark. I don’t wish to move from my place.
There was a slight guiltiness
A slight breeze through linen curtains
A slight regret
A slight scent of honeysuckle bushes
A whole picture of life seen through wholly the same eyes as I had before
But slightly altered was their vision.
Today I had a track meet and it’s fairly late (as I just got home) but I’m still thinking about it instead of homework, so I’m not doing homework obviously. It’s fun to watch how small the distance is between runners- especially the guys, who actually look like they’re sprinting (sorry girls, but I know we look half as fast). One runner pulls the one behind them, and they sprint to the end with whatever they have left and one is always only a bit in front.
It was only a slight problem. Or so they thought. They hadn’t acutally realized that anything was wrong. And then, she had come to them and said that the results and the data didn’t add up. And then they had realized that they had missed a step in the experiment and all of the data were wrong–and two years worth of work went out the window.
The slight he had dealt her was abundantly clear and yet he seemed completely oblivious to it! His face was a picture of innocent confusion as hers turned red with repressed rage and humiliation. “Do you know who you are talking to?” she hissed. Her lips were drawn back and the sharp points of her canines glistened in the light.
“I’m sorry! I don’t…what did I say?”
The shade of the matress was a slight ivory. We could not tell if it was its original color or a shade made over time. One thing we could both agree on was that, it seemed perfectly natural.
Her hand meeting his cheek in a slap hurts slightly more than he thought. Ryan touches his cheek where there’s no doubt a red imprint of her hand. He looks at her and she deflates on the spot, five years of anger turning into sadness and she starts crying right there in the kitchen of the Delacroix house. Ryan hates to see any girl cry, hates it even more that it’s her and most likely it’s because of him.
I slightly hate you
every time I see your face I throw up a little bit
just in the back of my throat
I’ll be able to swallow it and put on a smile
but just know- I don’t give a fuck about what you think
soon I’ll be gone and it won’t matter at all
I aw a slight change in the weather today. It was all sunny then suddenly gray clouds started to emerge out of thin air… i saw him walking towards me with a different face. his eyes sad, and then i knew it. Here comes goodbye </3
Every day an assult of sound, hitting me between the eyes like childishly thrown pebbles.
Every day unnecessary comments directed at me when all I want to be is left alone.
Every day, you manage to make me think that you have become slightly more annoying than the last.
Darla looked down at the flowing red dress that swayed around her. The hem had a slight tear along the rhine stones. Her mother would fix it later.
“Daring, how did you Ike the ball?” Esther said as she grabbed both of darla’s hands firmly in hers.
“Oh it was fabulous! The dress was stunning, and Fred and I danced all evening.” Darla smiled gracefully and separated her hands from her friends’.
I remembered you from elementary school. You had always been slight and not very tall, bony knees and sharp, pinched angles in your face.
I met you again by chance the other day, and hardly knew that it was you until you told me so. All of your angles had been replaced by padded roundness, and while you were still short, you now fell just shy of what could be described as rotund. And while I have somehow managed to stay more or less the same from then till now, you have exchanged extremes.
He had dark hair and a strange tattoo on his chest. With my eyes shut tight, I pressed my trembling hand to my forehead. How could my palm still hold the iciness of the marble tiles yet be sticky with sweat? When I looked back to the room, there was only a slight difference in my vision – the room was still odd. Darker than before. Spinning a little too. But I could see the man more clearly now. The man was actually younger than I first thought-about my age. But I must have hit my head pretty hard because his tattoo was still glowing.
I have a slight pain in my heart. Not enough for you to tell but it’s there. You caused this uncomfortable pain. I wish you were still here to fill it but you’ve moved on and I’m stuck here. Ah well that’s life.
One day at school these kids were getting bullied and nobody else saw it but two girls. It was for a slight second! Nobody knew what happened except for them. The principal called them up to the office to talk about it and they still gave slight reasoning. It was not very detailed.
To be slight. Fallen like leaf in the storm. Forgotten and gone. To be slight. To be light. A ghost in the sun and shadow in the darkest of nights, To be slight.
Slight changes are inevitable, cause over the years we all change a little. It can’t be help, the people around need to adjust or go away.
Slight of build. That was one kind way they’d always put it. But Sparrow knew what they meant. Puny. She was absolutely puny.
Of course, being so small had its advantages. Her boyfriend, for example, could sweep her off her feet with ease. Of course, that was also sometimes a disadvantage, as he did so like to interrupt her while she was busy with something else.
The girl with the flint stone
Smiles to herself
Strikes,
Sparks
Wide eyed
At the tiny flashes
Near her lap
The blackness
Unflickers
As we take thin smoke
Into ourselves
A liquor
Of danger and warmth
Give me your name
Your story
And I see you
But give me fire
And you hand me
back to myself
Hope was few and courage was just as little
I offer you the embers of love and endless wonder
Because even the slight existence of doubt can refute any or all types of excitement
Open up to it all
You never know what you could encounter!
There was a slight pause and then it began. first the ground began to shake. then there was a roar mightier than any vessel or any beast. And above the horizon, rising past the sky scrapers, was the mother ship.
It was only a slight difference that gave him away. I suppose I could have let it slide, pretended not notice it. But I am a pessimist. I notice everything, and I never let it go. And it really is that one difference that makes all the difference, isn’t it?
I haven’t the slightest doubt that I will be able to finish my paper on time. Even though it will cause me a slight bit of inconvenience, it is something that I must get done. There is no way out of it this time.
Elik needed to tell someone. He had to find Marisa and let her know what he’d seen. There was more than a slight chance that she’d know what to do.
slight of hand. a hat trick. my heart was there beating firmly in my chest, until your smoke and mirrors. now my heart is a pool on the floor and I’m just another stunned audience member looking for wires.
At first, it all seemed the same. Then I noted the change in position. The difference only seemed slight on the surface… in reality that little, seemingly insignificant change would set me on a dangerous course, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
I have slight eyesight and am slight of hand at times. This could indicate that everything, to me, comes with some difficulty, and I certainly feel like that could be true at times. Reaching for the glass on the table, and coming up short. Putting down the glass where the table should be, and coming up short as the glass plummets to the floor. I have a slight frame. Perhaps I would go completely unnoticed without all the accidents I manage to achieve with my slightness.
It was a sleight of hand, his text messages. And I almost took the fall. I should have never replied to his personal questions, but at least I now have a new number.
There’s a slight chance of rain today, as well as a slight chance of fog.
The slight curve of your waist to your hip and the slight smirk on your face in the semi-darkness of your room had stolen my heart. I think of you now, sometimes, more often that I’d admit to anyone. When did our minor flirtation turn in to kissing before anyone showed up for the party?
“Do you find it slightly humid in here?” he asked…avoiding looking up from the newspaper.
“Whatever?” she mumbles.
“Perhaps I should open a window,” he offers while slightly engaged in the sports section.
“Uh huh,” she mutters reaching for her lukewarm coffee.
He walks towards the window. Opens it.
“What should we have for dinner?” he says as he starts reading where he left off.
“Macaroni and bread.”
“Okay.”
“Okay.”
Silence protrudes into their pores. He rustles his newspaper. She takes another sip of the coffee.
“Do you find it slightly cold in here he asks?” This time he looks up at her…and sighs.
The slight chance that I will be with you is astronomically slight. The chance you will love me is slight. The chance you see me the way i see you is slight. Everything with you is SLIGHT.
i hate those slight annoyances. the things that eat away at you little by little, but you don’t even realize how much if affects you until it slams you in the face one day, completely unforeseen. sometimes it is the little things that can make a huge difference.
slightly…just a little bit, everything has just a little bit of an affect on me. A slight affect. But enough of these slight affects…can be enough to confuse me, a lot. So something can be slightly there, but if enough things are slightly there…they provide a lot of impact, making things a lot more than slightly difficult.
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There was a slight chance in me getting that class,
that class that will dictate whether or not I will go insane,
lose hope,
and get that dream of a job that will potentially,
basically,
essentially,
bring me song slight hope that I am worth something.
Worth something more than just slight worth.
Just a little bit of my heart,
longs to be noticed.
A faint hope awakes in my soul
that maybe, just maybe
A slight part of you
longs for me too.
There is only a slight breeze blowing as I walk down the street, but I feel as though I am walking on air. Every time I think of the magic that is my life now, I smile. I am almost giddy. How can it be that a simple girl like me could have entered such a magical world. Even my usual waiting-for-the-other- shoe- to- fall mentality can get in the way of this glorious beginning…
A slight move to the left and the perspective changes. He is no longer holding back from you but holding in. He is not defiant but defeated. He is not being self-centered but trying to survive.
I don’t know whether to lean to the left or right, I’m afraid of losing my footing and tumbling down and down and down, unable to find myself in the dark. I don’t wish to move from my place.
There was a slight guiltiness
A slight breeze through linen curtains
A slight regret
A slight scent of honeysuckle bushes
A whole picture of life seen through wholly the same eyes as I had before
But slightly altered was their vision.
Today I had a track meet and it’s fairly late (as I just got home) but I’m still thinking about it instead of homework, so I’m not doing homework obviously. It’s fun to watch how small the distance is between runners- especially the guys, who actually look like they’re sprinting (sorry girls, but I know we look half as fast). One runner pulls the one behind them, and they sprint to the end with whatever they have left and one is always only a bit in front.
it is raining
slightly
as i lay in my warm bed
my mother leans to
kiss
my cheek as i drift
to sleep
this is where i belong
It was only a slight problem. Or so they thought. They hadn’t acutally realized that anything was wrong. And then, she had come to them and said that the results and the data didn’t add up. And then they had realized that they had missed a step in the experiment and all of the data were wrong–and two years worth of work went out the window.
The slight he had dealt her was abundantly clear and yet he seemed completely oblivious to it! His face was a picture of innocent confusion as hers turned red with repressed rage and humiliation. “Do you know who you are talking to?” she hissed. Her lips were drawn back and the sharp points of her canines glistened in the light.
“I’m sorry! I don’t…what did I say?”
The shade of the matress was a slight ivory. We could not tell if it was its original color or a shade made over time. One thing we could both agree on was that, it seemed perfectly natural.