BE STILL…I AM STILL LEARNING…I STILL BELIEVE IN LOVE…I STILL HAVE A LOT OF BIG DREAMS…I STILL WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN…I STILL WANT TO BE MARRIED AGAIN…I STILL HAVENT CLIMBED HALF DOME OR MOUNT EVEREST…I STILL BELIEVE…..
Stay still honey. It’s not going to take long. Be brave. Let’s just take big breathes in and out. Oh don’t cry. It will be over very soon. Look at Mummy, hey, the stiller you stay the less it will hurt.
the stillness of the water was ever lasting. as if i had stepped onto a far away planet, i felt completly alone. then out of the waater came a creature of great proportion. long legs and a neck as thick as a redwood.
“Be still my love, for peace will only come when they are gone.” That is what she said to me, Cade. Every night, for her whole life, but now she’s gone and I find myself toying with the idea of letting them find me. Why not? I mean, she is gone.
still waiting for you to realize that i’m in love with you. standing still waiting to gain the courage to even mention how i feel about you. still too scared to even try.
She stood still, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest rapidly. She hoped -prayed- that she had escaped him. That maybe this was just a dream… no, a nightmare. Maybe she’d wake up? Maybe he didn’t have a gun. Maybe he wasn’t screaming, “I’m gonna kill that skank” over and over.
Maybe couldn’t was the wrong word. She wouldn’t move.
Nothing was what she thought. How could she have been so stupid to trust him?! Look where it had gotten her: ducked under a desk, trying desperately to learn how to breathe soundlessly and keep still while her heart pumped faster than it ever had – all while he stood, talking to the principal. If he ever found out what she was doing there…she was done.
Silent and still. The hunter waits for his prey. He does not move quickly or yell, that is for the winds that blow through the thunderous heavens. Crackling and grumbling. lightning flashes through the skies a warning of what is to come. There are strong powers at work here. Older and darker than the magic of these latter days.
She still liked him. After all this time, all those feelings, he could still make her heart race. His smiles still gave her butterflies. The sound of his laughter still made her blush. The way he kissed her still made her sigh. But, most of all, the way he loved her still made her love him back.
Notice how the ones that move the least
are the ones that move the most
A finger rested is the one that makes a difference
like a voice unheard in a crowd of angry mouths
A whisper makes people listen
The unexpected intrigues
The still moves
i sat unmoving beside the window sill. Unmoving. Quiet. Hushed. I was still as a statue, still as stone. I couldn’t move or think or go anyway….but still…His memory nagged my mind, enveloped me with memories. Alone. Sitting still. Completely and utterly still. Still as a statue, still as stone.
Still I love you after all this time. After all you did to me, I love the way you understood me and believed in me. I love the way you never gave up and how you believed in yourself as much as I did. I love that you were as driven as I am and had the same attitude as I did about our work and passion.
I cant be thankful if I can’t feel
I can’t think if I can’t feel
But still ever so still I stand ever so silently
I hear the worlds secrets with no emotional response
I can see every detail or aspect of the world but I can’t feel
I am the worlds greatest spy expert but I can’t take sides.
I am an ally to all mankind who created me as I am
A replica of someone
And if I could feel I would be a nightmare so I am grateful for who I am
Because I am a robOt.
I want the rush. I want the butterflies. I want excitement. If my heart is still, you’re doing something wrong. There must be no passion. Help me feel alive!
fuck that bullshit. I want the rush. I want the butterflies. I want excitement. If my heart was still, you’re doing something wrong. Let me feel alive!
Still. I still have a lot of things to so. I still have to do homework. I still have to make Atreyu see that we’re the best together. I still have to finish my journalism. I still have so much to do. I still hate myself. I still can’t seem to be good enough. I still have so much to do.
warm, touch, open eyes…and mouths…and he says he loves me and I hold him and we whirl…infinite and awesome and awes struck open mouthed and hearts and hopeless-he holds me, I hold my breath…still…silent…seeking…sear
She sat still and waited for him to arrive. Her stomach flipped and was filled with tiny butterflies. Her heart felt like a moth beating it’s wings on a screen door. Finally, there was a knock on the door. She collected herself and went to answer it. To her surprise, he was not there. She opened the door and looked around. Nothing. Her heart started pounding again and she felt a wave of vertigo wash over her. She bent over and clutched her stomach. She felt a hand gently holding the hair out of her face. Finally, he had come.
when you are still besides me i feel blue and spoiled . the still air fills your cup and still i find solace in your devive eyes and flowing stilll hair. what still have you to con
I still haven’t been able to finish getting my home ready. I am excited we just bought all the new furniture, but I still want to do more. I want to decorate for the holidays and paint more walls. I can’t wait to finish everything up and get everything done.
still is the absentance of movement it is bewildering and unbecoming to stand motionless for countless hours upon end. still is where my mind escapes to in moments of despair and heartache. still is not for the wild and livid kind
People often gaze in wonder at the beauty of still water. We marvel at the serenity of its placid surface. Yet how often do we appreciate the beauty of a calm mind or a still spirit. Amidst the hustle of life, few can maintain a calm countenance. Always present is some kind of electronic device–ipod, laptop, or cell phone–to keep our minds distracted and prevent us from searching our souls. If we want the world to have any peace we must learn to be still, to be silent, to be that peace.
be still and silent
and feel it deep in your chest
the motion and the moment
that it went, came inside your breathe
the home and the hope
that you thought you knew you found
and the world and it’s whole
just to hold you from the ground
and if you didn’t
when will you ever
because it doesn’t make much sense
that you always think it’s now, forever
left standing alone like clothesless mess
He looked across the water. It was so still, unmoving, without a ripple on the surface. He thought about how he wished he could be this calm all the time. But he’s not calm, and probably never will be. Not with everything he’s seen over the past few weeks. He couldn’t help but wonder if Anna was this calm right now.
a leaf falls into the water, somewhere a dog barks, a glint of silver flares from the water as a fish leaps into the sunlight. each breath allows another.
Be still and hear my voice. Good advice. It is in the stillness that the answers come. It may be any time of the day or night, but always in the hum of quiet. Our surroundings bring us what we need. Take comfort in the stillness.
still is the time. still is the way our friendship ended. i care about you still yet not to the point where ill go forever. though i still love you not the same you will forever hold a place in my heart.
quick, yet standing so still
the world around me feels so chaotic
and i just want the thrills.
I want a world without parties
a world with out quick lust
i want to be able to sit down
still.
for a life without quick love.
Still. Not moving. I’m being as still as i can, but it’s dificult because I can’t move my fingers. Shit, a misspelling. Well, only 60 secs. No time to fix it. Heehee, secs is like SEX. Get it? oh yeah. STILL.STILL.
The water is still. It makes me feel so calmed and relax. I think of sitting in silence outside and enjoying nature. It feels so nice to close your eyes and just sit still. Enjoy the beauty of the earth. Sometimes we rush through our days, and do not realize just how relaxing being still for at least five minutes can be.
be still and the world will not see you. No one will notice how different you are, or that things you say seem strange. No one will stare at you or avoid you. be still and hold your tongue. be still. because creativity comes with pain.
My mind buzzes with the unnecessary thoughts. I cannot shut them off, or more so I wouldn’t want to. My thoughts are a safety net. They produce what one might call self preservation. But still, I can’t help but be curious about how it might feel if my mind decided to be tame.
still stilll is a dead body. still is death. black… bloody…. evil. happy and brave are full of motion. it is an amazing life form. the silence… the stillness… motionless… everything in life is still…. or in full motion
It’s the point at which everyone is at. The point which some would love to hold on to, and some would like to leave forever. It’s the failure of every relationship, and yet the pure reason for it’s existence. Still is everything and nothing. It is Still.
Time stood still in that instant. My heart froze, my breath cut short, my blood stopped moving in my veins. It was that all of nothing moment that could change forever. I waited for a response as my body seemed to die. “I love you too.” And time was back again.
yet
motionless
moonshine
even now
Still he stood still by the still and stands there still
BE STILL…I AM STILL LEARNING…I STILL BELIEVE IN LOVE…I STILL HAVE A LOT OF BIG DREAMS…I STILL WANT TO HAVE CHILDREN…I STILL WANT TO BE MARRIED AGAIN…I STILL HAVENT CLIMBED HALF DOME OR MOUNT EVEREST…I STILL BELIEVE…..
Stay still honey. It’s not going to take long. Be brave. Let’s just take big breathes in and out. Oh don’t cry. It will be over very soon. Look at Mummy, hey, the stiller you stay the less it will hurt.
the stillness of the water was ever lasting. as if i had stepped onto a far away planet, i felt completly alone. then out of the waater came a creature of great proportion. long legs and a neck as thick as a redwood.
“Be still my love, for peace will only come when they are gone.” That is what she said to me, Cade. Every night, for her whole life, but now she’s gone and I find myself toying with the idea of letting them find me. Why not? I mean, she is gone.
still waiting for you to realize that i’m in love with you. standing still waiting to gain the courage to even mention how i feel about you. still too scared to even try.
She stood still, she could feel her heart pounding against her chest rapidly. She hoped -prayed- that she had escaped him. That maybe this was just a dream… no, a nightmare. Maybe she’d wake up? Maybe he didn’t have a gun. Maybe he wasn’t screaming, “I’m gonna kill that skank” over and over.
She couldn’t move.
Maybe couldn’t was the wrong word. She wouldn’t move.
Nothing was what she thought. How could she have been so stupid to trust him?! Look where it had gotten her: ducked under a desk, trying desperately to learn how to breathe soundlessly and keep still while her heart pumped faster than it ever had – all while he stood, talking to the principal. If he ever found out what she was doing there…she was done.
Silent and still. The hunter waits for his prey. He does not move quickly or yell, that is for the winds that blow through the thunderous heavens. Crackling and grumbling. lightning flashes through the skies a warning of what is to come. There are strong powers at work here. Older and darker than the magic of these latter days.
She still liked him. After all this time, all those feelings, he could still make her heart race. His smiles still gave her butterflies. The sound of his laughter still made her blush. The way he kissed her still made her sigh. But, most of all, the way he loved her still made her love him back.
Notice how the ones that move the least
are the ones that move the most
A finger rested is the one that makes a difference
like a voice unheard in a crowd of angry mouths
A whisper makes people listen
The unexpected intrigues
The still moves
i sat unmoving beside the window sill. Unmoving. Quiet. Hushed. I was still as a statue, still as stone. I couldn’t move or think or go anyway….but still…His memory nagged my mind, enveloped me with memories. Alone. Sitting still. Completely and utterly still. Still as a statue, still as stone.
Still I love you after all this time. After all you did to me, I love the way you understood me and believed in me. I love the way you never gave up and how you believed in yourself as much as I did. I love that you were as driven as I am and had the same attitude as I did about our work and passion.
I lie in the dark
Awake and alone, wishing
I wasn’t either.
(haiku)
I cant be thankful if I can’t feel
I can’t think if I can’t feel
But still ever so still I stand ever so silently
I hear the worlds secrets with no emotional response
I can see every detail or aspect of the world but I can’t feel
I am the worlds greatest spy expert but I can’t take sides.
I am an ally to all mankind who created me as I am
A replica of someone
And if I could feel I would be a nightmare so I am grateful for who I am
Because I am a robOt.
“Be still, my heart.”
Forget that nonsense.
I want the rush. I want the butterflies. I want excitement. If my heart is still, you’re doing something wrong. There must be no passion. Help me feel alive!
“be still, my heart.”
fuck that bullshit. I want the rush. I want the butterflies. I want excitement. If my heart was still, you’re doing something wrong. Let me feel alive!
Still. I still have a lot of things to so. I still have to do homework. I still have to make Atreyu see that we’re the best together. I still have to finish my journalism. I still have so much to do. I still hate myself. I still can’t seem to be good enough. I still have so much to do.
Hab ich das nicht schon mal irgendwo gesehen? Ich bin ausser mir vor Freude! In welcher Rolle seh ich mich hier?
warm, touch, open eyes…and mouths…and he says he loves me and I hold him and we whirl…infinite and awesome and awes struck open mouthed and hearts and hopeless-he holds me, I hold my breath…still…silent…seeking…sear
She sat still and waited for him to arrive. Her stomach flipped and was filled with tiny butterflies. Her heart felt like a moth beating it’s wings on a screen door. Finally, there was a knock on the door. She collected herself and went to answer it. To her surprise, he was not there. She opened the door and looked around. Nothing. Her heart started pounding again and she felt a wave of vertigo wash over her. She bent over and clutched her stomach. She felt a hand gently holding the hair out of her face. Finally, he had come.
when you are still besides me i feel blue and spoiled . the still air fills your cup and still i find solace in your devive eyes and flowing stilll hair. what still have you to con
I still haven’t been able to finish getting my home ready. I am excited we just bought all the new furniture, but I still want to do more. I want to decorate for the holidays and paint more walls. I can’t wait to finish everything up and get everything done.
I stood still, waiting to see what he would he do. Would he smack me? Laugh? Walk away and simply hate my guts? And yet he did nothing
still is the absentance of movement it is bewildering and unbecoming to stand motionless for countless hours upon end. still is where my mind escapes to in moments of despair and heartache. still is not for the wild and livid kind
People often gaze in wonder at the beauty of still water. We marvel at the serenity of its placid surface. Yet how often do we appreciate the beauty of a calm mind or a still spirit. Amidst the hustle of life, few can maintain a calm countenance. Always present is some kind of electronic device–ipod, laptop, or cell phone–to keep our minds distracted and prevent us from searching our souls. If we want the world to have any peace we must learn to be still, to be silent, to be that peace.
be still and silent
and feel it deep in your chest
the motion and the moment
that it went, came inside your breathe
the home and the hope
that you thought you knew you found
and the world and it’s whole
just to hold you from the ground
and if you didn’t
when will you ever
because it doesn’t make much sense
that you always think it’s now, forever
left standing alone like clothesless mess
© LL
Still.
Motionless.
Still.
Can I move on?
Still.
Waiting.
Still.
No answer.
Still.
Alone.
Still.
Waiting for you.
Still.
Looking.
Still.
Trying to mend.
Still.
Always.
Forever.
Wanting.
Closure.
He looked across the water. It was so still, unmoving, without a ripple on the surface. He thought about how he wished he could be this calm all the time. But he’s not calm, and probably never will be. Not with everything he’s seen over the past few weeks. He couldn’t help but wonder if Anna was this calm right now.
a leaf falls into the water, somewhere a dog barks, a glint of silver flares from the water as a fish leaps into the sunlight. each breath allows another.
Be still and hear my voice. Good advice. It is in the stillness that the answers come. It may be any time of the day or night, but always in the hum of quiet. Our surroundings bring us what we need. Take comfort in the stillness.
still is the time. still is the way our friendship ended. i care about you still yet not to the point where ill go forever. though i still love you not the same you will forever hold a place in my heart.
quick, yet standing so still
the world around me feels so chaotic
and i just want the thrills.
I want a world without parties
a world with out quick lust
i want to be able to sit down
still.
for a life without quick love.
Still. Not moving. I’m being as still as i can, but it’s dificult because I can’t move my fingers. Shit, a misspelling. Well, only 60 secs. No time to fix it. Heehee, secs is like SEX. Get it? oh yeah. STILL.STILL.
The water is still. It makes me feel so calmed and relax. I think of sitting in silence outside and enjoying nature. It feels so nice to close your eyes and just sit still. Enjoy the beauty of the earth. Sometimes we rush through our days, and do not realize just how relaxing being still for at least five minutes can be.
be still and the world will not see you. No one will notice how different you are, or that things you say seem strange. No one will stare at you or avoid you. be still and hold your tongue. be still. because creativity comes with pain.
My mind buzzes with the unnecessary thoughts. I cannot shut them off, or more so I wouldn’t want to. My thoughts are a safety net. They produce what one might call self preservation. But still, I can’t help but be curious about how it might feel if my mind decided to be tame.
still stilll is a dead body. still is death. black… bloody…. evil. happy and brave are full of motion. it is an amazing life form. the silence… the stillness… motionless… everything in life is still…. or in full motion
It’s the point at which everyone is at. The point which some would love to hold on to, and some would like to leave forever. It’s the failure of every relationship, and yet the pure reason for it’s existence. Still is everything and nothing. It is Still.
Time stood still in that instant. My heart froze, my breath cut short, my blood stopped moving in my veins. It was that all of nothing moment that could change forever. I waited for a response as my body seemed to die. “I love you too.” And time was back again.