Time seemed to stand still at that very moment. The air seemed impossibly cool around her, the crispest she had ever tasted. The stars lit up the sky and the world around around her. The crescent moon was smiling at her.
But all that paled in comparison to the beauty of the Northern Lights
I am still.
He is gone.
the day he comes back.
I will have flown far away.
He is still my lover.
I am still his enemy.
When he returns.
I will be gone.
I am still.
Alone.
The silence rings in my ears.
His loves filled caverns.
They are empty now.
I still love him.
Still.
im still waiting for you, and i always will be, im sitting still as time passes..im just wainting for you to come find me and tell me you love me..im still waiting after 2 years im still waiting . i love you
There was no movement. All he could hear was the sound of the breeze blowing. The water he looked out upon was completely still, it look as glass, like he could just step out onto it without getting wet.
“First, it’s important to get the right potatoes boyos. King Edwards, they’re the ones. Then spring water from St. Kevin’s Well, only the best mind, and boil the bejaysus outa the spuds. With the right ingredients and a quare good still, you’ll have the best poteen in the island of Ireland. Now, where’s the shovel ’til I dig me own grave?”
i stood still when i saw him, but looking for a while gave me the confidence and feeling to compete with him and it gave a feeling that every human being is just a normal person who just has been stationed high but is just like us.
she sat still waiting for him to come. sitting in under their tree. the tree where he asked her to marry him…she sat still just waiting for an answer. she sat still waiting for love. <3
i still think you’d be better off with out me. but if u really want to be here. then fine i can’t do anything about it. i mean i could if i wanted to. if i really wanted yo i could make u leave. but i cant because i am selfish. and lonely. and ur lonely too. so i like that you want to be lonely with me. its great actually. but i still think ud be better off without me
To be still is to be silent, or not. I am rarely silent when I am still. Out loud, yes, there are no sounds coming out; but they are coming in. Inside my head there is music, dialogue, an endless array of stories that are playing out and fighting each other for dominance. No, I am never still.
The water. Not a ripple. The thrashing that filled her ears a moment before was gone. Somewhere a crane flapped it’s wings and took off, soaring over her head in no time. Not a bubble. He was gone.
Everything was still and quiet as I sat on the porch watching the sun come up. I wanted nothing but to sit there forever, with nothing to worry me and nag at me. Peace and quiet and stillness. The world would be a much better place if it was a constant sunrise.
i sit still in the silence of the night. no one to bother me or interrupt my weary mind from wandering, helplessly and alone in the abyss. i dont want to leave this empty space, but rather exist here ceaselessly until the end of time.
I am still.
He is gone.
the day he comes back.
I will have flown far away.
He is still my lover.
I am still his enemy.
When he returns.
I will be gone.
I am still.
Still.
The future is still: I know there are ideas glossed over that I can’t see, but it is still in comparison to the electric realities I’m trying to perpetuate. Yet, at each turn the future proves to be tepid—unyielding to these more vibrant continuities.
I was wondering if you were still there. I wasn’t sure anymore. I was wondering if tomorrow, you would still be there. I’m not completely sure. Because part of me believes that in a year, we’ll be strangers. And you won’t be there anymore. And that scares me. Tell me if you are still here. Please answer.
I still don’t know why it happened or how it happened. But it did happen and it happened all of a sudden. I was waiting for a bus to reach home and suddenly the news came that the bus drivers are resorting to a flash strike in protest against the attack of one of their colleagues who was thrashed by some hooligan. I had walk all the way to home that day…………..
I lay still on the ground not moving until I saw his fingers wrap around my wrist. “Why?”
He looked me in the eyes. Cold, lifeless, was all they spoke.
“Because I had no choice. That’s why.”
“I hope you remember this as they day you forever ripped my heart out. The day you killed me.”
I am STILL waiting, waiting for you. I am waiting for our paths to align. waiting for that moment when you’ll see the sign and understand that i’m still here. <3 I miss you cupcake
i feel so gentle and calm, like a sea that isn’t raging or storming but is just, calm. i want to be in that ocean, in that deep deep place of wonder and beauty and creation, but just calm, with no fear of being carried away or swept into the abyss.
still is the time when i spend it with you. like an out of battery clock, or the complete absence of time, love knows no bounds, and phsyics does not apply. it is you, and i, and the infinte spectrum of what can be when we are together.
I wish I could find a moment where everything froze, if only for just a second. All of the obligations, activities, deadlines – suspended for a moment. Freedom. With a little time to take a breath, I could assess all the things I have to do.
i wish i could sit still. i wish my mind would stop racing. still does not exist. you are never still. death doesn’t bring stillness. life doesn’t condone still. still is alive. still is being at peace. still is not rest. still is awake. still is pain. why did they create the word that doesnt exist.
That day was the worst yet. Stop, i wanted to yell, stop! the whole world was a huge wall of water, holding its breath, and just about to crash down on me. in the water, behind the surface, was everything i could see and hear. but it was far away; i was far away. separate. and i couldn’t feel a thing. everything was spinning ahead and running past me, nothing but a blur of colors and anger and breaths that don’t mean anything. and swirling down the drain, so fast, so fast that it ran through my fingers before i had a chance to stop it. that’s why i picked up the pistol that night. my hand reached for it, and i couldn’t stop it. couldn’t stop it. so fast, couldn’t stop it, moving, reaching, wishing. and then a noise; the click of trigger. one millisecond for my mind to race: willtheymissmenobodywillcareshitmaybeimadethewrongchoice. and then the bang comes. sweet relief, beacuse i can feel it. and finally. everything is still.
When I saw you, I was still. I couldn’t move. I’m not one to believe in love at first sight. Still, I knew we were meant to be. I love the feeling I get every time I see you.
Still. I’m tired of still. Tired of sitting and sitting and sitting, chained against this wall with my heart still pounding like it did those days before, sitting here, all too still when my legs ache to run, my arms pumping at my sides. But I sit here, still, silent and waiting for my punishment, helpless, immobile.
I sit still and watch his lips curl into a smile. I study his face, because I know that, one day, I’ll never see it again. His features will become a distant memory- the sharp points of his canines, the pink of his lips, the waves in his hair—they’ll be forgotten. While I can, I sit in the moment, drinking him in.
It’s quiet, I can feel nothing but the warmth of the dim light and and the press of the damp grass. No wind blows, and no clouds move. Unmoving, I close my eyes tight and feel the stillness, light and calm like a sailboat on the water.
the thing where you just don’t move, you don’t think, you don’t contact or connect with people. You just be, in your own mind. Being still is actually quite scary and daunting, when you think of it.
Time seemed to stand still at that very moment. The air seemed impossibly cool around her, the crispest she had ever tasted. The stars lit up the sky and the world around around her. The crescent moon was smiling at her.
But all that paled in comparison to the beauty of the Northern Lights
I am still.
He is gone.
the day he comes back.
I will have flown far away.
He is still my lover.
I am still his enemy.
When he returns.
I will be gone.
I am still.
Alone.
The silence rings in my ears.
His loves filled caverns.
They are empty now.
I still love him.
Still.
im still waiting for you, and i always will be, im sitting still as time passes..im just wainting for you to come find me and tell me you love me..im still waiting after 2 years im still waiting . i love you
There was no movement. All he could hear was the sound of the breeze blowing. The water he looked out upon was completely still, it look as glass, like he could just step out onto it without getting wet.
“First, it’s important to get the right potatoes boyos. King Edwards, they’re the ones. Then spring water from St. Kevin’s Well, only the best mind, and boil the bejaysus outa the spuds. With the right ingredients and a quare good still, you’ll have the best poteen in the island of Ireland. Now, where’s the shovel ’til I dig me own grave?”
i stood still when i saw him, but looking for a while gave me the confidence and feeling to compete with him and it gave a feeling that every human being is just a normal person who just has been stationed high but is just like us.
she sat still waiting for him to come. sitting in under their tree. the tree where he asked her to marry him…she sat still just waiting for an answer. she sat still waiting for love. <3
hill stree
deam
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I am still. I hold my breath, waiting. I have decided and now I want. My will is iron and still and focused on my target. I am still waiting.
i still think you’d be better off with out me. but if u really want to be here. then fine i can’t do anything about it. i mean i could if i wanted to. if i really wanted yo i could make u leave. but i cant because i am selfish. and lonely. and ur lonely too. so i like that you want to be lonely with me. its great actually. but i still think ud be better off without me
To be still is to be silent, or not. I am rarely silent when I am still. Out loud, yes, there are no sounds coming out; but they are coming in. Inside my head there is music, dialogue, an endless array of stories that are playing out and fighting each other for dominance. No, I am never still.
The water. Not a ripple. The thrashing that filled her ears a moment before was gone. Somewhere a crane flapped it’s wings and took off, soaring over her head in no time. Not a bubble. He was gone.
lie
sit
sedentary
calm
lazy
breeze
music
sound
shiftless
unmovable
rest
tired
distill
miscible
immersible
osteopathy
disturbance
agitation
commotion
hush
subdue
quiet
effervescent
Everything was still and quiet as I sat on the porch watching the sun come up. I wanted nothing but to sit there forever, with nothing to worry me and nag at me. Peace and quiet and stillness. The world would be a much better place if it was a constant sunrise.
i sit still in the silence of the night. no one to bother me or interrupt my weary mind from wandering, helplessly and alone in the abyss. i dont want to leave this empty space, but rather exist here ceaselessly until the end of time.
I am still.
He is gone.
the day he comes back.
I will have flown far away.
He is still my lover.
I am still his enemy.
When he returns.
I will be gone.
I am still.
Still.
The future is still: I know there are ideas glossed over that I can’t see, but it is still in comparison to the electric realities I’m trying to perpetuate. Yet, at each turn the future proves to be tepid—unyielding to these more vibrant continuities.
I still wish that someone would notice me even though I feel stronger than ever.
I was wondering if you were still there. I wasn’t sure anymore. I was wondering if tomorrow, you would still be there. I’m not completely sure. Because part of me believes that in a year, we’ll be strangers. And you won’t be there anymore. And that scares me. Tell me if you are still here. Please answer.
I still don’t know why it happened or how it happened. But it did happen and it happened all of a sudden. I was waiting for a bus to reach home and suddenly the news came that the bus drivers are resorting to a flash strike in protest against the attack of one of their colleagues who was thrashed by some hooligan. I had walk all the way to home that day…………..
I lay still on the ground not moving until I saw his fingers wrap around my wrist. “Why?”
He looked me in the eyes. Cold, lifeless, was all they spoke.
“Because I had no choice. That’s why.”
“I hope you remember this as they day you forever ripped my heart out. The day you killed me.”
I am STILL waiting, waiting for you. I am waiting for our paths to align. waiting for that moment when you’ll see the sign and understand that i’m still here. <3 I miss you cupcake
I stood there, still; in your arms. I felt you smooth defined back, you are the one. You are my “one.”
i feel so gentle and calm, like a sea that isn’t raging or storming but is just, calm. i want to be in that ocean, in that deep deep place of wonder and beauty and creation, but just calm, with no fear of being carried away or swept into the abyss.
still is the time when i spend it with you. like an out of battery clock, or the complete absence of time, love knows no bounds, and phsyics does not apply. it is you, and i, and the infinte spectrum of what can be when we are together.
still, even from everything we’ve been through, you still focus on the bad things, never remeber the bad things
time is still
water is still on a night with no wind
my heart is still…will the feelings i have for you
I wish I could find a moment where everything froze, if only for just a second. All of the obligations, activities, deadlines – suspended for a moment. Freedom. With a little time to take a breath, I could assess all the things I have to do.
i wish i could sit still. i wish my mind would stop racing. still does not exist. you are never still. death doesn’t bring stillness. life doesn’t condone still. still is alive. still is being at peace. still is not rest. still is awake. still is pain. why did they create the word that doesnt exist.
That day was the worst yet. Stop, i wanted to yell, stop! the whole world was a huge wall of water, holding its breath, and just about to crash down on me. in the water, behind the surface, was everything i could see and hear. but it was far away; i was far away. separate. and i couldn’t feel a thing. everything was spinning ahead and running past me, nothing but a blur of colors and anger and breaths that don’t mean anything. and swirling down the drain, so fast, so fast that it ran through my fingers before i had a chance to stop it. that’s why i picked up the pistol that night. my hand reached for it, and i couldn’t stop it. couldn’t stop it. so fast, couldn’t stop it, moving, reaching, wishing. and then a noise; the click of trigger. one millisecond for my mind to race: willtheymissmenobodywillcareshitmaybeimadethewrongchoice. and then the bang comes. sweet relief, beacuse i can feel it. and finally. everything is still.
When I saw you, I was still. I couldn’t move. I’m not one to believe in love at first sight. Still, I knew we were meant to be. I love the feeling I get every time I see you.
Still. I’m tired of still. Tired of sitting and sitting and sitting, chained against this wall with my heart still pounding like it did those days before, sitting here, all too still when my legs ache to run, my arms pumping at my sides. But I sit here, still, silent and waiting for my punishment, helpless, immobile.
to only exist; just breathe and listen…..deeply; to empty oneself of all thoughts to the extent possible
I sit still and watch his lips curl into a smile. I study his face, because I know that, one day, I’ll never see it again. His features will become a distant memory- the sharp points of his canines, the pink of his lips, the waves in his hair—they’ll be forgotten. While I can, I sit in the moment, drinking him in.
If everything would have stood still the moment he jumped off that building, someone would have saved him and maybe he’d still be with us. RIP..
I can’t sit still. I can’t sit still. I can’t sit still. I’m excited.
Baby, morning’s just a moment away. And I’m without you once again.
You laughed at me. You said you’d never needed me, I wonder if you need me now.
So many dreams that flew away, so many words we didn’t say. Two people lost in a storm, where did we go?
We lost what we both had found. You know, we let each other down.
But then, most of all, I do love you….still.
be still. still alone. stand still. are you still there? sit still. still working. still thinking. still breathing. still living.
I stayed still for a second, my ears waiting for another noise. When I didn’t hear anything, I pressed play on my Ipod, all alertness disappearing.
It’s quiet, I can feel nothing but the warmth of the dim light and and the press of the damp grass. No wind blows, and no clouds move. Unmoving, I close my eyes tight and feel the stillness, light and calm like a sailboat on the water.
the thing where you just don’t move, you don’t think, you don’t contact or connect with people. You just be, in your own mind. Being still is actually quite scary and daunting, when you think of it.