i spent so much time thinking about you and loving you. But you threw all of that away. you only wanted one thing from me. you took away my innocence and make me bitter.
If I had anything I wouldn’t anyway, hopefully. Because I probably did which is why I don’t have anything to in the first place. Oh well, I’m not here on the seat. Plenty to enjoy, but if it came to be, I would hope to find more. Wouldn’t you?
She was spent after the day had ended. Schoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschool. Her body took her there, but her mind floated away. Astral projection. She could see herself going through the motions, but she did not feel anything.
there are so many uppermost thoughts coming to me night after night
i feel like i spent hours in another reality
helplessness
why am i fooling myself?
it’s obviously evanescent
Over with. Done. Used up. The time had been spent and could not be bargained back. Used on useless days trapped in the woods, days loving things that would not love back, days spent chasing after high up dreams. But somehow, they were worth it. Every breathing moment had been well lived. The bad led to the good, the good led to the bad. Every blink was another vision, another emotion. Every second another song, another story. The woman slept in her remaining time, spending it thinking and dreaming backwards on what her life had been.
I don’t really know much about spending because I don’t really buy anything. But I do find it weird that are notion of the world spent automatically brings about capitalist thoughts to our brain. Spent can be used to discribe other things that are essentail to the human experience
she’s spent all of her time and energy and thoughts on his entire entity.
but what is she supposed to do when his being encompasses everything she appreciates in a person?
the most draining of exhaustions are worth it when they are caused by his remarkable beauty.
Having money means to have the potential to spend, The idea of money is to consume and the idea of time is to either waste or enjoy.We have all spent something wither it be time or money we all understand the value of having spent
Spent what? Spent time, spent money, spent good moments on bad ones? Interesting. I think it’s a negative word because it means we have lost something. And even worse, something that we’re never going to get back. Once something is spent, it’s gone forever.
I spent yesterday riding my bike around the woods. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just running through old memories the way you do, like clearing out an attic and fining treasures in the dust.
i spent all my money on bullshit, now im broke. I spent all my time with good friends it was time worth spent, i spent the part of my life developing who i am just to lose myself in who i was. i spent countless hours talking to myself about nothing in particular.
Spent. Well. I am spent. I have spent the past week writing a 16 page paper for my master’s degree. My paper was about the marketing efforts of Nascar and I am spent. Tired. Worn out. Spent.
I had seven days to do research and write the paper. I am ready to be done.
I spent lots of money today at the mall. It was crazy! I should have saved the money for a rainy day, but it is all gone now. Ugh, I should not have spent that money. Oh, well. The clothes, shoes, and other stuff will come in handy! I’m glad I spent my money! It was fun! I should do it more!
got its wehn you are so tired. when your have given everything you think you have but its not good enough. Its about not knowing whats going to happen when you try and do something. its just doing everything because your expected to. trying to pelase everyone and everything and trying to be an individiual as well. it reminds me of classical roman art, when all they look for is the human ideal.
I spent my money on a gumball. 25 cents. But it was the best way to spend that 25 cents. Every time I walked into Blockbuster with my dad to rent a movie, that gumball machine was sitting there waiting for my money, and I complied every time. I think that was one of my favorite memories. I forgot it until now.
Let’s spend the day together. You and me. We’ll walk through the quads, watching the leaves fall, and talk about how much we want snow. Let’s break onto the roof so we can watch the sunset. Let’s go see a movie and hold hands the entire time, like we did before, please.
get up to be shot down again
and give the money to someone else again
goes back and forth for kno particular reason
spent.
but that means it’s gone–gone?
nothing is ever gone.
everything is a big dooming fucking circle, even worse because you know you’ll be happy or sad or whatever again and again and again and again and it’ll never be over. spent is a lost gone word.
What was spent on you was all well worth it. My time and money. My energy and emotions. Every penny, every minute, it has all added up. More than a bank account or ledger. More than anything I can buy. I’m glad to have spent it all well.
it’s all gone–gone where?
I hate when people say they’re “spent” because that money’s gotta go to someplace else
we’re just a capitalist society I guess
all spent just to feed the next person–and what?
is it true that our society just stands us up to shoot us down?
not that I know any alternative–same thing with life
My day is spent when I’m lying there in my bunk bed, thoughts in my head, not knowing if there really is a gab between light and light, dakrness and darkness or day and night.
how can you even know
how hard it is to tell you
i left my wallet in the car
and know you need to pay
for all these eggs
potatoes
coffees
tomato juices
thanks
but I did just listen
to you talk endlessly about your bass
stand-up
for 45 minutes
and you did say
“make bitches wet”
so maybe it’s not so hard
i spent my last few days tucked neatly under duvets pillows layers of tights and sweaters. too cold to spend your days outdoors. i’m tired– i’m spent– and all i want is a hot shower
I spent all day at the sea wandering and picking about the sea-spray treasures in the the organic refuse shining spray and smell and holy wind in my hair it was a blessed gray light what saw my rebirth in the early magic birdsong twisting I spent one day and one life on getting better and its getting better with each wave you know
she’s spent, and she’s
going, and maybe she’ll go
away soon. Away to
the place where the animals screech in the courtyards
and you and I sing of our
lost dreams, half lost only
because as long as a dream is
a dream
can’t you wish
oh god dammit I’ll stop with this dreaming, this dreaming is useless
I am spent. I’m done with all of this, all of it. It’s time to go, it’s time to smash everything I once knew, it’s time to leave, hopefully there will soon be time to love. I am spent, Lord help me repent.
There is no energy nor excitement left inside me. This thing that I love has become a great burden, and though I try to give it up, the weight becomes heavier with each day. Guilt, self-doubt, and defeatism take over my mind. I feel paralyzed.
i’ve been taken for a ride
never before have i felt this broken
tired
beyond the scope of sleeping
like a handful of warm nickels
spent
Empty-handed
Not even a lonely coin
To toss in the garish blue fountain
i spent so much time thinking about you and loving you. But you threw all of that away. you only wanted one thing from me. you took away my innocence and make me bitter.
If I had anything I wouldn’t anyway, hopefully. Because I probably did which is why I don’t have anything to in the first place. Oh well, I’m not here on the seat. Plenty to enjoy, but if it came to be, I would hope to find more. Wouldn’t you?
She was spent after the day had ended. Schoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschoolschool. Her body took her there, but her mind floated away. Astral projection. She could see herself going through the motions, but she did not feel anything.
there are so many uppermost thoughts coming to me night after night
i feel like i spent hours in another reality
helplessness
why am i fooling myself?
it’s obviously evanescent
Over with. Done. Used up. The time had been spent and could not be bargained back. Used on useless days trapped in the woods, days loving things that would not love back, days spent chasing after high up dreams. But somehow, they were worth it. Every breathing moment had been well lived. The bad led to the good, the good led to the bad. Every blink was another vision, another emotion. Every second another song, another story. The woman slept in her remaining time, spending it thinking and dreaming backwards on what her life had been.
half a year spent
longing for you but
when I returned
I couldn’t find the words
to tell you
Money can be spent, as well as love, and time. So moneyxLovexTime makes sense a little
I don’t really know much about spending because I don’t really buy anything. But I do find it weird that are notion of the world spent automatically brings about capitalist thoughts to our brain. Spent can be used to discribe other things that are essentail to the human experience
she’s spent all of her time and energy and thoughts on his entire entity.
but what is she supposed to do when his being encompasses everything she appreciates in a person?
the most draining of exhaustions are worth it when they are caused by his remarkable beauty.
Having money means to have the potential to spend, The idea of money is to consume and the idea of time is to either waste or enjoy.We have all spent something wither it be time or money we all understand the value of having spent
Spent what? Spent time, spent money, spent good moments on bad ones? Interesting. I think it’s a negative word because it means we have lost something. And even worse, something that we’re never going to get back. Once something is spent, it’s gone forever.
we spend time together
with people or alone
not even next to each other
just in our thoughts
our words
our feelings
our breath
never waste
I spent yesterday riding my bike around the woods. I wasn’t thinking about anything in particular, just running through old memories the way you do, like clearing out an attic and fining treasures in the dust.
Our last summer we spent talking to each other and dreaming and singing.
But it’s autumn now, rain is falling
and you’re not with me.
i spent all my money on bullshit, now im broke. I spent all my time with good friends it was time worth spent, i spent the part of my life developing who i am just to lose myself in who i was. i spent countless hours talking to myself about nothing in particular.
Spent. Well. I am spent. I have spent the past week writing a 16 page paper for my master’s degree. My paper was about the marketing efforts of Nascar and I am spent. Tired. Worn out. Spent.
I had seven days to do research and write the paper. I am ready to be done.
I spent lots of money today at the mall. It was crazy! I should have saved the money for a rainy day, but it is all gone now. Ugh, I should not have spent that money. Oh, well. The clothes, shoes, and other stuff will come in handy! I’m glad I spent my money! It was fun! I should do it more!
got its wehn you are so tired. when your have given everything you think you have but its not good enough. Its about not knowing whats going to happen when you try and do something. its just doing everything because your expected to. trying to pelase everyone and everything and trying to be an individiual as well. it reminds me of classical roman art, when all they look for is the human ideal.
I spent my money on a gumball. 25 cents. But it was the best way to spend that 25 cents. Every time I walked into Blockbuster with my dad to rent a movie, that gumball machine was sitting there waiting for my money, and I complied every time. I think that was one of my favorite memories. I forgot it until now.
Let’s spend the day together. You and me. We’ll walk through the quads, watching the leaves fall, and talk about how much we want snow. Let’s break onto the roof so we can watch the sunset. Let’s go see a movie and hold hands the entire time, like we did before, please.
get up to be shot down again
and give the money to someone else again
goes back and forth for kno particular reason
spent.
but that means it’s gone–gone?
nothing is ever gone.
everything is a big dooming fucking circle, even worse because you know you’ll be happy or sad or whatever again and again and again and again and it’ll never be over. spent is a lost gone word.
spent? i spent my mother’s money
useful
is it? is it? do you do you
spend , spent , o
i’ve spent all of my time thinking about why i’m not spending my time doing things. i thought too much about this.
What was spent on you was all well worth it. My time and money. My energy and emotions. Every penny, every minute, it has all added up. More than a bank account or ledger. More than anything I can buy. I’m glad to have spent it all well.
it’s all gone–gone where?
I hate when people say they’re “spent” because that money’s gotta go to someplace else
we’re just a capitalist society I guess
all spent just to feed the next person–and what?
is it true that our society just stands us up to shoot us down?
not that I know any alternative–same thing with life
i spent certainly a lot of money today, useful
or not
i don’t know do you do you do you do you
burning through it quickly i say, burning!
burning?
She sent all her money. What more could she do with it? Saving it is just a bore.
I spent all of my money, my time, my effort, and my courage on one thing. That thing was never worth it. But, I would never trade it.
My day is spent when I’m lying there in my bunk bed, thoughts in my head, not knowing if there really is a gab between light and light, dakrness and darkness or day and night.
how can you even know
how hard it is to tell you
i left my wallet in the car
and know you need to pay
for all these eggs
potatoes
coffees
tomato juices
thanks
but I did just listen
to you talk endlessly about your bass
stand-up
for 45 minutes
and you did say
“make bitches wet”
so maybe it’s not so hard
i spent my last few days tucked neatly under duvets pillows layers of tights and sweaters. too cold to spend your days outdoors. i’m tired– i’m spent– and all i want is a hot shower
I spent all day at the sea wandering and picking about the sea-spray treasures in the the organic refuse shining spray and smell and holy wind in my hair it was a blessed gray light what saw my rebirth in the early magic birdsong twisting I spent one day and one life on getting better and its getting better with each wave you know
she’s spent, and she’s
going, and maybe she’ll go
away soon. Away to
the place where the animals screech in the courtyards
and you and I sing of our
lost dreams, half lost only
because as long as a dream is
a dream
can’t you wish
oh god dammit I’ll stop with this dreaming, this dreaming is useless
I am spent. My energy is gone. I wasted it all on you when i should have been using it to become a better person to be in life on my own.
Spent time. Spent money. Spent effort. I feel spent.
I am spent. I’m done with all of this, all of it. It’s time to go, it’s time to smash everything I once knew, it’s time to leave, hopefully there will soon be time to love. I am spent, Lord help me repent.
There is no energy nor excitement left inside me. This thing that I love has become a great burden, and though I try to give it up, the weight becomes heavier with each day. Guilt, self-doubt, and defeatism take over my mind. I feel paralyzed.
I can’t ever do anything right.
i spent the fireflies on an old toothbrush that didn’t clean the dirt from my teeth. i should have spent them on money instead.