In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, before a chorus of stars
lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush us quite to listen
I suppose.
In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush
us quite to listen.
Suppose I knew you. And you knew me. A pursed lip wondering, a surmising. Brain blowing bubbles of maybes that burst leaving water-stains of tears. Suppose that we’d met before now. Long ago. BC: before complications. Suppose love was easy. Suppose that love is easy. Suppose that we admitted this. I blow a pink chewing-gum bubble and it bursts. You daydream a bright bulb idea and it breaks. Suppose we stop supposing and try it out.
suppose you have twenty two puppies. there are about sixty-seven of them on this fine planet. would it not make sense, then, that many people wish to steal some of them? I just don’t understand why you think you can walk free in this world. NO ONE can walk free in this world, not while other people share and inhabit it. It is a simple truht of the universe that we all must accept.
I suppose I can keep acting like I don’t care. I suppose I can keep trying my best and getting nowhere.
I suppose I could just get by, and only get good enough grades and study hard enough to only get that A….
But, I also suppose that I could give up my damn vices and go for my education in a way that is even unreal to me. I can give it my damn all and do everything I possibly could to make myself so much better than even I imagined.
I suppose I could just… try harder.
I suppose that taking time out to just look at what you’re doing might be a good idea. But I don’t have time to take time out, then I won’t get done and I won’t get this scholarship and I won’t get to college and then I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, just like everyone else who goes to school here. I don’t want to be like them. I suppose I could, I suppose I could get by with anything, but I don’t want to. I want to make something of myself.
Suppose, for a moment, you lived in a house with a yard and a dog and a mommy and a daddy, but that was on Wednesday, because on Thursday you were taken to a new home with a new yard and a new dog (and actually there were two of them this time) with a new mommy and a new daddy.
Suppose that I wasn’t feeling this way today. That I didn’t have a headache and that a smile was on my face, suppose that tomorrow will be that way, I hope so.
I suppose I was happy with him. He was a gentleman, yes. He took out the garbage, yes. He was good in the bedroom, yes. I was proud to call him mine in public. But there was something missing-that natural chemistry that tells me we were meant for each other. A decision had to be made.
You suppose he said that. You suppose he must have; it certainly explains his behavior over the past month or two, doesn’t it? You suppose it must have happened. Even though you can’t quite remember. Even though you were there and it seemed so unreal at the time. You suppose it must have happened. You suppose it did.
i’m supposed to do homework but i won’t because im really not in the mood for it. i suppose its dumb of me but not motivated, its not what i want. argh my belly hurts :( i’m supposed to write something about suppose instead of my belly, failure.
the act of supposition is embarrassing. that’s all it is. and all the memories connected to these fragmented sentences- I guess they’re symbolic of all the depth beneath each word I say. puddle sized; oceanic.
I suppose I could do so many things with my life, but what one am I suppose to do? Where do you start, why does one start? I guess the key to starting is just to do it, and not think about just go. Kind of like this exercise right now by just writing for sixty seconds. Hmm makes you think doesn’t it
i suppose that everyone is what they are. and i suppose that if they are what they are, then i am fine. and if the way you go is the way i am, i guess i’ll change my way for you. i really wish you had, but i suppose you couldn’t turn around. you could have done better, and you could have been happier, if you had tried. but you hadn’t, and you never will. you know that, you know. i suppose i could have been happier, if i know.
I suppose, life could be great. wait life is great! when I suppose I want to know I want to fight to know to learn to build strength be all that you can be. take what you suppose and turn it into what you know.
I was suppose to write something cool here. I’m afraid it didn’t happen. Somethings just don’t always work out. this is one. Forgive me. I will forgive you.
i suppose that you could have called me between the time when she hugged you and when the last kiss dropped from her lips to yours. i suppose that you could have. if you had wanted to. but i guess, then again, you didn’t, and you never will. and i understand that. cause she has poison kisses, and your the antidote. i suppose.
Suppose all great things are possible in your life. Make believe, for just one moment that you can do anything you chose to do. Now what rock in your back pack popped up to weigh you down? The question lies in the same place the answer does. Don’t be afraid to dream big!
suppose you can go back in time and redo everything that went wrong… that one line gives me a rush of memories that i dont juz wanna change…i wanna completely erase…suppose the weekend before last never happened… would things be any different??
Suppose I decided to take a nap instead of doing the next thing that awaits me. Or, suppose the next thing that awaits me IS a nap. ooh – I like that supposition!
Suppose you had an opportunity to have any project you wanted to do come out successful…what would you want to do? I’d build a world-wide free energy machine.
I suppose I should write something about this word… hmmm… I suppose I should soon… only thirty seconds or so left. I suppose this will have to do… ’cause I’m lazy right now. Gaaah… yes, I suppose so.
I suppose that I really should be doing homework right now. But I am an expert at procrastinating, so I’m just convincing myself that this is so much more important. It is more important…to me.
I suppose you expect that this should be easy? This standing your ground. Standing, especially for what you believe, is by no means easy. I think that’s why so few people do it.
What am I suppose to do. There are so many things, so many things on a to do list and instead I am not doing something I am suppose to do, I killing time (that I wish I still had) on the internet writing about nothing. I am suppose to me good, as good as I can be, I am suppose to be leaving for Montreal tomorrow… suppose…? I better be!
I suppose.
I suppose I could love you.
I suppose I could stay.
I suppose that we could be.
I suppose that you could see.
I suppose that everything would stop and let us stay.
I suppose that no matter what I say….
I’ll love you anyway.
I suppose that this is an alright thing to do so that I may waste my time. However, I could be at memebase wasting just as much time for 1000% more enjoyment. I’ll give this a shot though. Seems legit. Hmm… I suppose I could go make myself a sandwich right now. Done.
I suppose it’s about time that I realize my recent efforts are yielding incredibly positive results, and that ramping up the intensity or frequency is the next step toward achieving the life for which I believe I’m destined. November will be a crucial time for this, no doubt…
i knew in my heart i was there, never to leave. deep, deep. love is all that grows. i knew we were going to be together, whether its next month or two years. echoes down, deep. love blossoms up. his face shadows mine. the tender touch. deep, deep. thud, thud, thump. i feel him. thud, thud, thump. deep, deep.
In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, before a chorus of stars
lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush us quite to listen
I suppose.
In the creek
where no trees can grow,
the night sky flows
through that space
unbroken between the crowds of
oak and pine, lines a floating piano,
with cloud, soft keys pressed
by the wind,
while the waters rush
hush
us quite to listen.
Suppose I knew you. And you knew me. A pursed lip wondering, a surmising. Brain blowing bubbles of maybes that burst leaving water-stains of tears. Suppose that we’d met before now. Long ago. BC: before complications. Suppose love was easy. Suppose that love is easy. Suppose that we admitted this. I blow a pink chewing-gum bubble and it bursts. You daydream a bright bulb idea and it breaks. Suppose we stop supposing and try it out.
suppose you have twenty two puppies. there are about sixty-seven of them on this fine planet. would it not make sense, then, that many people wish to steal some of them? I just don’t understand why you think you can walk free in this world. NO ONE can walk free in this world, not while other people share and inhabit it. It is a simple truht of the universe that we all must accept.
It is a sad thing that we are supposed to pay to live
When life is considered to be a gift.
I suppose I can keep acting like I don’t care. I suppose I can keep trying my best and getting nowhere.
I suppose I could just get by, and only get good enough grades and study hard enough to only get that A….
But, I also suppose that I could give up my damn vices and go for my education in a way that is even unreal to me. I can give it my damn all and do everything I possibly could to make myself so much better than even I imagined.
I suppose I could just… try harder.
I suppose that taking time out to just look at what you’re doing might be a good idea. But I don’t have time to take time out, then I won’t get done and I won’t get this scholarship and I won’t get to college and then I’m stuck here for the rest of my life, just like everyone else who goes to school here. I don’t want to be like them. I suppose I could, I suppose I could get by with anything, but I don’t want to. I want to make something of myself.
Suppose, for a moment, you lived in a house with a yard and a dog and a mommy and a daddy, but that was on Wednesday, because on Thursday you were taken to a new home with a new yard and a new dog (and actually there were two of them this time) with a new mommy and a new daddy.
Suppose that I wasn’t feeling this way today. That I didn’t have a headache and that a smile was on my face, suppose that tomorrow will be that way, I hope so.
Is dangerous and should ridiculize yourself. Never have biases my friend.
I suppose I was happy with him. He was a gentleman, yes. He took out the garbage, yes. He was good in the bedroom, yes. I was proud to call him mine in public. But there was something missing-that natural chemistry that tells me we were meant for each other. A decision had to be made.
You suppose he said that. You suppose he must have; it certainly explains his behavior over the past month or two, doesn’t it? You suppose it must have happened. Even though you can’t quite remember. Even though you were there and it seemed so unreal at the time. You suppose it must have happened. You suppose it did.
i’m supposed to do homework but i won’t because im really not in the mood for it. i suppose its dumb of me but not motivated, its not what i want. argh my belly hurts :( i’m supposed to write something about suppose instead of my belly, failure.
the act of supposition is embarrassing. that’s all it is. and all the memories connected to these fragmented sentences- I guess they’re symbolic of all the depth beneath each word I say. puddle sized; oceanic.
I suppose I could do so many things with my life, but what one am I suppose to do? Where do you start, why does one start? I guess the key to starting is just to do it, and not think about just go. Kind of like this exercise right now by just writing for sixty seconds. Hmm makes you think doesn’t it
i suppose that everyone is what they are. and i suppose that if they are what they are, then i am fine. and if the way you go is the way i am, i guess i’ll change my way for you. i really wish you had, but i suppose you couldn’t turn around. you could have done better, and you could have been happier, if you had tried. but you hadn’t, and you never will. you know that, you know. i suppose i could have been happier, if i know.
I suppose, life could be great. wait life is great! when I suppose I want to know I want to fight to know to learn to build strength be all that you can be. take what you suppose and turn it into what you know.
I was suppose to write something cool here. I’m afraid it didn’t happen. Somethings just don’t always work out. this is one. Forgive me. I will forgive you.
i suppose that you could have called me between the time when she hugged you and when the last kiss dropped from her lips to yours. i suppose that you could have. if you had wanted to. but i guess, then again, you didn’t, and you never will. and i understand that. cause she has poison kisses, and your the antidote. i suppose.
Suppose all great things are possible in your life. Make believe, for just one moment that you can do anything you chose to do. Now what rock in your back pack popped up to weigh you down? The question lies in the same place the answer does. Don’t be afraid to dream big!
suppose you can go back in time and redo everything that went wrong… that one line gives me a rush of memories that i dont juz wanna change…i wanna completely erase…suppose the weekend before last never happened… would things be any different??
Suppose I decided to take a nap instead of doing the next thing that awaits me. Or, suppose the next thing that awaits me IS a nap. ooh – I like that supposition!
Suppose you had an opportunity to have any project you wanted to do come out successful…what would you want to do? I’d build a world-wide free energy machine.
I suppose I should write something about this word… hmmm… I suppose I should soon… only thirty seconds or so left. I suppose this will have to do… ’cause I’m lazy right now. Gaaah… yes, I suppose so.
I suppose that I really should be doing homework right now. But I am an expert at procrastinating, so I’m just convincing myself that this is so much more important. It is more important…to me.
I suppose you expect that this should be easy? This standing your ground. Standing, especially for what you believe, is by no means easy. I think that’s why so few people do it.
What am I suppose to do. There are so many things, so many things on a to do list and instead I am not doing something I am suppose to do, I killing time (that I wish I still had) on the internet writing about nothing. I am suppose to me good, as good as I can be, I am suppose to be leaving for Montreal tomorrow… suppose…? I better be!
bo told her daun
willhem jaukas s
and bone holly p
It is like saying i gess so.
i supppose it could work terisa sayed staring at the peace of paper with the map on it.
I suppose.
I suppose I could love you.
I suppose I could stay.
I suppose that we could be.
I suppose that you could see.
I suppose that everything would stop and let us stay.
I suppose that no matter what I say….
I’ll love you anyway.
I suppose that this is an alright thing to do so that I may waste my time. However, I could be at memebase wasting just as much time for 1000% more enjoyment. I’ll give this a shot though. Seems legit. Hmm… I suppose I could go make myself a sandwich right now. Done.
like you gat told to do something and you was suppose to do it.
To say to to a guess.
I suppose it’s about time that I realize my recent efforts are yielding incredibly positive results, and that ramping up the intensity or frequency is the next step toward achieving the life for which I believe I’m destined. November will be a crucial time for this, no doubt…
it means like i guess you can do that
I think suppose is somthing like you were suppose to do somthing.
She looked at the pictures, head tilting to one side. “I’m still confused as to why she’s considered cute, but I suppose that’s everyone being nice.”
Sorry, not all children/babies are cute. Some have awful genes, and that little girl right there has her father’s pig nose.
i knew in my heart i was there, never to leave. deep, deep. love is all that grows. i knew we were going to be together, whether its next month or two years. echoes down, deep. love blossoms up. his face shadows mine. the tender touch. deep, deep. thud, thud, thump. i feel him. thud, thud, thump. deep, deep.
I suppose I love you.