Europe. Grandma. Random towns I’ve never seen. Unknown forests. Cemeteries. Popular tourist sites. Hidden places is popular areas. Old friends. Old hang outs.
hey dad, how have you been?
oh, i’m doing alright, i guess.
it’s been hard, you know?
everybody keeps telling me that things will get better,
that eventually it’ll get easier.
it all just sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me.
it’s been nearly ten years,
and it feels like things just get harder as each day passes by.
i hope things are treating you well wherever you are.
and i hope i’ll be able to see you soon.
visit my dreams again sometime soon, will you?
i love and miss you lots.
and i’m so sorry i didn’t learn to appreciate you until you were gone.
i guess what they say is true;
you don’t actually realize what you have until it’s gone.
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.
i wish i’d been a better daughter.
come visit me. i miss you. i’ll come visit you, no matter how long it takes. i know i might be far and it might take me long, but i will be with you soon.
you might be in a different place now, and it might be years until i see you. but i know you’re with me. watching over me.
walking along the beach. vienna. porcelain shattering. lakes. the boardwalk. the blind lover with no shame. willing to do anything for you and only you. why
I’d love to visit with you longer but I have to go visit with the grand canyon and that surely as you can tell is of greater importance, since you will unlikely be unavailable in the foreseeable future. Thanks again and visit often.
You visit me
Sometimes
I see you peek through your eyes
Making sure the reality
You’ve tried to disappear
Is in fact
Still there
I see you
You know,
Deep down
In the heart,
I know is still there
Obama starts inauguration day with visit to church. usnews.com
Vizită… este o schiță scrisă de Ion Luca Caragiale, în care acesta evidențiază efectele dăunătoare pe care educația greșită din familie le are asupra comportamentului copilului
Every day seemed the same, with Chris shouting at me, and driving me mad. When our child Marcos came, I couldn’t handle it anymore, I took out his pistol, and only thinking of myself, I pulled the trigger. While I was asleep, I could see what everyone was doing. I realized how selfish I was to eave a child without a mother. I have gone to heaven and back.
I would love to visit somewhere gorgeous and tropical. A paradise with white soft sand beaches like powdered sugar and blue oceans that look turquoise and white in the light. Where there are no clouds, and everything is perfect.
I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts.
Folk-lore and superstition
have failed to spark any interest from me.
However, it has always been an absolute truth,
that when a beloved has been called beyond our reach,
they do not fail to show themselves as often as they please.
Be it an oddly overwhelming scent of roses,
or Tom Petty’s voice ringing clear through static.
The smell of lightning, lingering for only a second,
after the world’s gone dark.
Appreciate the little things someone’s left you,
to show that they’ll always have time
to visit.
i am visiting harlaxton this summer and i couldn’t be more excited about it. so many places to see. and i want to visit austin at nd..maybe. and i want to visit cali again because it was amazing. i will live there someday i think. back to harlax. sooooper excited. never been outta the country before so it will be amazing.
I might have time to go back for a visit. To one of the lost homes I have known on the other side of the world. To live free and without consequence is ow a memory a place that cannot exist again without new faces,yet I miss the ones I grew to know and trust so well while in Madrid, buenos aires in the air and under waterfalls. Salud. If only iPad didn’t auto correct my Spanish, I miss practicing it soooo much. And my Hermanos abroad. At least I get to visit with the twins tomorrow, and help my amazing sister out with her perfect little rungs, maxi Mann and finsey boo :) oh nostalgia,makes me appreciate the time with the kids, and all my days, so grateful, loving living in the light, visits are great but I carry all, my loved ones within me at all times, they power me through and inspire me, those who walk with us and those who have made the transition, all of them pull me in the right direction no,matter what fears or doubts my ego might try to let interfere with my happiness abundance and oh the gratitude for those moments past and those yet to come, and how grateful we truly are to have the ability to visit so easily with technology these days. Outstanding.
There was a sharp knock on the door. It was the only warning I had before the door was blown off it’s hinges. They weren’t messing around this time. Now I had nowhere to run, unlike the first visit.
she is at the table in front of ours, two empty glasses and she’s begun to palm her third — rolls it against her collarbone, she is watching her husband of twenty-seven years playing trumpet on stage, he is wearing jeans that don’t fit, he still winks to her
and she raises her glass
visit california from utah. i am not a visitor to california but i use the word visit because i am currently stuck in utah. california’s weather is a nice 77 degrees farenheit and utah is about 20 degrees. ugh.. i wanna visit and go home!
I like to visit people. I like to see the people I love so I am very excited for spring/summer because I am going to Idaho to see my mom and brothers then my dad and I are going to Beijing to visit some friends we made there last year. I also may meet some new friends that I met on a Chinese site.
I already did a story about visiting, so when I came here, I was hoping that I would come across something different, because I’d like a different subject for the story I want to write tonight.
I visited the toilet every day and do what Im expected so that it will go away. I visit my job and work as I should, but Every day I visit something that I never should. I want to visit the far away land, and take a trip to the never land. I want to know where I will visit next, but for now My time has got on to the next.
We had to visit the grave today. I wish the clouds were covering the sky or it was raining or frigid outside, but the blue sky shone brighter than ever, not a fucking cloud in sight. The joyful sun beamed it’s mocking rays down on our backs, but not even hot enough to break a sweat. It was a perfect Spring day for a grave.
I want to visit everywhere in the world. thats actually a lie. most of the world. I want to visit my future husband to spy on him currently. I want to visit to future to see what my life will be like. but that will ruin the fear of the unknown right? i just wish that visiting places was something i could do all the time instead of stay here in Tuscaloosa.
It was cold out. Colder than I’d expected- I guess I’d underestimated the west coast.
I headed up the stairs of the subway station, the anticipation making me want to jog.
Nothing much else mattered but his silhouette under the streetlamps.
Friends and family. I would hope to put them under a different verb, but for for the moment, being so far away from home, my time with them is relocated to a short visit.
I couldn’t bare to see her go. Our visit was long overdue and short-lived. As she passed through the door frame, I called out to her. She stopped dead in her tracks, but did not turn around. I didn’t expect her to stop, but she did indeed hesitate. I just needed her to look at me. One last time, that’s all I needed.. But as quickly as that need arose, she was gone.
In a moment she’s launched herself at me, hands extended. I land hard on my back into a pile of ruined timber. Her nails visit my neck, drawing blood. I give a valiant effort, squirming and trying to throw her weight off, but in the end I only exhaust myself and lay there, heaving and trying to think of a plan.
“Tell me,” she snarls and pushes her bony kneecaps into my chest for emphasis.
I was waiting to go home. The bus station was littered with trash and that was all I could think about. Piles of empty chip bags, crushed Pepsi bottles, half smoked stubs of cigarettes. It felt like this should have been beautiful in some way. I felt like I should feel some kind of excitement or at the very least some goddamn inner peace.
When I visit I like to have people recognize me and offer me coffee. Visiting people is such fun and different.To be visited is my second most favorite thing. I love to visit beaches, amusement parks, friends houses, even new car dealerships. They smell so good and so new.
It is hard to go back and visit the places that hold memories.Nostalgia is something I do not do well. Visiting reminds me that I am no longer there. I have let go. I have moved on. I’m only going to visit. It isn’t home. It is not the same. It reminds me of good times. When we were careless and worry free. When things didn’t seem too bad or sad, and when life just seemed easy.
im visiting this site again
but getting tired of the same old word
that met me at my last attendance
i am a guest
but the host offers nothing
for my parched mouth
or my growling stomach
not even a shoulder to lean on
or and ear to listen
no, it offers me one word
and then leaves me hanging
in the cold
i payed her a visit
i waited a long time
every day i counted the clouds
every night the sheep
so i could see her
and now when i come
she is sleeping still
It was just a small knock on the door. The usual 4 knocks my uncle gave whenever he came to visit. Bounding to the door, I swung the door open, surprised to see nothing.
Then I looked down.
My uncle was lying on our concrete step, blood flowing from many wounds. There were countless cuts on his tuxedo, and he didn’t have a colorful tie on like he usually did.
You told me never to come back. I didn’t understand. Didn’t you care about me? You are the one who begged me to come visit. I came and you were gone. I was confused until your sister told me where you were. Really did you have to go back to her house! You said you were just going to get your ipod back but we all knew that was a lie. And so I got mad at you and what do you do…you say you never want to see me again. Shouldn’t I be the one saying that!!
I wish I could visit the plaza with you, in the spring, winter, fall and summer. I wish we could stand in the same place, every so often, in different types of clothes. Maybe I’d wear a summer dress and the next I’d wear a coat and scarf. Maybe you could wear a benie and sunglasses. Maybe we could just stay like this forever.
I like to visit many places in my mind. My childhood, my future, my imagination, and the like. I can travel there whenever i want. No disturbances. I wish I could take others there too, show them what i see, where i go. Those places are a part of me.
visit an ice cream shop and order vanilla ice cream cones for you, and for me, and for your courgy. i think that’s how you spell it… that small adorable breed of dog with the short legs and fat long body. i used to have a courgy. she was named pepper and i love her forever because she was ALWAYS happy to see me.
We went on a visit to the amazon jungle where I saw myself fifty years ago as a monkey named pete but that was just a dream or maybe the shaman gave me tree bark to eat maybe a mushroom or pigs feet
It’s not often that I’m able to see other countries, but when I do, I like to take a big chunk of them with me when I leave. I’ve got the southernmost tip of Venzuela on my mantle. Downstairs, most of Antarctica. I tried getting Texas through the foyer, but it wouldn’t fit. But how am I supposed to get my own house into my house?
I’m smoking tonight
puff lungs dread
boredom, boarding you
when you visit
i remember what it’s like
to not have you around
luxury; a fine wine
that gets better with age.
Europe. Grandma. Random towns I’ve never seen. Unknown forests. Cemeteries. Popular tourist sites. Hidden places is popular areas. Old friends. Old hang outs.
hey dad, how have you been?
oh, i’m doing alright, i guess.
it’s been hard, you know?
everybody keeps telling me that things will get better,
that eventually it’ll get easier.
it all just sounds like a bunch of bullshit to me.
it’s been nearly ten years,
and it feels like things just get harder as each day passes by.
i hope things are treating you well wherever you are.
and i hope i’ll be able to see you soon.
visit my dreams again sometime soon, will you?
i love and miss you lots.
and i’m so sorry i didn’t learn to appreciate you until you were gone.
i guess what they say is true;
you don’t actually realize what you have until it’s gone.
i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry.
i wish i’d been a better daughter.
Greetings from planet wierd. Im visiting a close friend ive had for many years.
come visit me. i miss you. i’ll come visit you, no matter how long it takes. i know i might be far and it might take me long, but i will be with you soon.
you might be in a different place now, and it might be years until i see you. but i know you’re with me. watching over me.
i miss you. come visit me.
walking along the beach. vienna. porcelain shattering. lakes. the boardwalk. the blind lover with no shame. willing to do anything for you and only you. why
I’d love to visit with you longer but I have to go visit with the grand canyon and that surely as you can tell is of greater importance, since you will unlikely be unavailable in the foreseeable future. Thanks again and visit often.
You visit me
Sometimes
I see you peek through your eyes
Making sure the reality
You’ve tried to disappear
Is in fact
Still there
I see you
You know,
Deep down
In the heart,
I know is still there
Obama starts inauguration day with visit to church. usnews.com
Vizită… este o schiță scrisă de Ion Luca Caragiale, în care acesta evidențiază efectele dăunătoare pe care educația greșită din familie le are asupra comportamentului copilului
Every day seemed the same, with Chris shouting at me, and driving me mad. When our child Marcos came, I couldn’t handle it anymore, I took out his pistol, and only thinking of myself, I pulled the trigger. While I was asleep, I could see what everyone was doing. I realized how selfish I was to eave a child without a mother. I have gone to heaven and back.
I would love to visit somewhere gorgeous and tropical. A paradise with white soft sand beaches like powdered sugar and blue oceans that look turquoise and white in the light. Where there are no clouds, and everything is perfect.
I’ve never been one to believe in ghosts.
Folk-lore and superstition
have failed to spark any interest from me.
However, it has always been an absolute truth,
that when a beloved has been called beyond our reach,
they do not fail to show themselves as often as they please.
Be it an oddly overwhelming scent of roses,
or Tom Petty’s voice ringing clear through static.
The smell of lightning, lingering for only a second,
after the world’s gone dark.
Appreciate the little things someone’s left you,
to show that they’ll always have time
to visit.
i am visiting harlaxton this summer and i couldn’t be more excited about it. so many places to see. and i want to visit austin at nd..maybe. and i want to visit cali again because it was amazing. i will live there someday i think. back to harlax. sooooper excited. never been outta the country before so it will be amazing.
I might have time to go back for a visit. To one of the lost homes I have known on the other side of the world. To live free and without consequence is ow a memory a place that cannot exist again without new faces,yet I miss the ones I grew to know and trust so well while in Madrid, buenos aires in the air and under waterfalls. Salud. If only iPad didn’t auto correct my Spanish, I miss practicing it soooo much. And my Hermanos abroad. At least I get to visit with the twins tomorrow, and help my amazing sister out with her perfect little rungs, maxi Mann and finsey boo :) oh nostalgia,makes me appreciate the time with the kids, and all my days, so grateful, loving living in the light, visits are great but I carry all, my loved ones within me at all times, they power me through and inspire me, those who walk with us and those who have made the transition, all of them pull me in the right direction no,matter what fears or doubts my ego might try to let interfere with my happiness abundance and oh the gratitude for those moments past and those yet to come, and how grateful we truly are to have the ability to visit so easily with technology these days. Outstanding.
There was a sharp knock on the door. It was the only warning I had before the door was blown off it’s hinges. They weren’t messing around this time. Now I had nowhere to run, unlike the first visit.
his mother who drinks.
she is at the table in front of ours, two empty glasses and she’s begun to palm her third — rolls it against her collarbone, she is watching her husband of twenty-seven years playing trumpet on stage, he is wearing jeans that don’t fit, he still winks to her
and she raises her glass
visit california from utah. i am not a visitor to california but i use the word visit because i am currently stuck in utah. california’s weather is a nice 77 degrees farenheit and utah is about 20 degrees. ugh.. i wanna visit and go home!
“Why don’t you pay a visit to your Uncle Larry?”
“Because he’s a prick.”
“Dana!”
“He’s an alcoholic prick! Why do you expect me to like him?”
“Because he’s lonely,” explained my mother. “And he enjoys having you around.”
I rolled my eyes. “Yeah, as long as he has the right quantity of Bailey’s in his glass.”
“Dana.”
“Or is it a White Russian? Shit, something with Kahlua or Bailey’s. Or both. Maybe it’s both.”
“You should see your uncle!”
“No!”
I like to visit people. I like to see the people I love so I am very excited for spring/summer because I am going to Idaho to see my mom and brothers then my dad and I are going to Beijing to visit some friends we made there last year. I also may meet some new friends that I met on a Chinese site.
vis — see.
I look everywhere for you; I don’t see you anywhere.
I already did a story about visiting, so when I came here, I was hoping that I would come across something different, because I’d like a different subject for the story I want to write tonight.
I visited the toilet every day and do what Im expected so that it will go away. I visit my job and work as I should, but Every day I visit something that I never should. I want to visit the far away land, and take a trip to the never land. I want to know where I will visit next, but for now My time has got on to the next.
We had to visit the grave today. I wish the clouds were covering the sky or it was raining or frigid outside, but the blue sky shone brighter than ever, not a fucking cloud in sight. The joyful sun beamed it’s mocking rays down on our backs, but not even hot enough to break a sweat. It was a perfect Spring day for a grave.
I want to visit everywhere in the world. thats actually a lie. most of the world. I want to visit my future husband to spy on him currently. I want to visit to future to see what my life will be like. but that will ruin the fear of the unknown right? i just wish that visiting places was something i could do all the time instead of stay here in Tuscaloosa.
It was cold out. Colder than I’d expected- I guess I’d underestimated the west coast.
I headed up the stairs of the subway station, the anticipation making me want to jog.
Nothing much else mattered but his silhouette under the streetlamps.
Friends and family. I would hope to put them under a different verb, but for for the moment, being so far away from home, my time with them is relocated to a short visit.
I couldn’t bare to see her go. Our visit was long overdue and short-lived. As she passed through the door frame, I called out to her. She stopped dead in her tracks, but did not turn around. I didn’t expect her to stop, but she did indeed hesitate. I just needed her to look at me. One last time, that’s all I needed.. But as quickly as that need arose, she was gone.
In a moment she’s launched herself at me, hands extended. I land hard on my back into a pile of ruined timber. Her nails visit my neck, drawing blood. I give a valiant effort, squirming and trying to throw her weight off, but in the end I only exhaust myself and lay there, heaving and trying to think of a plan.
“Tell me,” she snarls and pushes her bony kneecaps into my chest for emphasis.
I was waiting to go home. The bus station was littered with trash and that was all I could think about. Piles of empty chip bags, crushed Pepsi bottles, half smoked stubs of cigarettes. It felt like this should have been beautiful in some way. I felt like I should feel some kind of excitement or at the very least some goddamn inner peace.
When I visit I like to have people recognize me and offer me coffee. Visiting people is such fun and different.To be visited is my second most favorite thing. I love to visit beaches, amusement parks, friends houses, even new car dealerships. They smell so good and so new.
It is hard to go back and visit the places that hold memories.Nostalgia is something I do not do well. Visiting reminds me that I am no longer there. I have let go. I have moved on. I’m only going to visit. It isn’t home. It is not the same. It reminds me of good times. When we were careless and worry free. When things didn’t seem too bad or sad, and when life just seemed easy.
im visiting this site again
but getting tired of the same old word
that met me at my last attendance
i am a guest
but the host offers nothing
for my parched mouth
or my growling stomach
not even a shoulder to lean on
or and ear to listen
no, it offers me one word
and then leaves me hanging
in the cold
i payed her a visit
i waited a long time
every day i counted the clouds
every night the sheep
so i could see her
and now when i come
she is sleeping still
It was just a small knock on the door. The usual 4 knocks my uncle gave whenever he came to visit. Bounding to the door, I swung the door open, surprised to see nothing.
Then I looked down.
My uncle was lying on our concrete step, blood flowing from many wounds. There were countless cuts on his tuxedo, and he didn’t have a colorful tie on like he usually did.
You told me never to come back. I didn’t understand. Didn’t you care about me? You are the one who begged me to come visit. I came and you were gone. I was confused until your sister told me where you were. Really did you have to go back to her house! You said you were just going to get your ipod back but we all knew that was a lie. And so I got mad at you and what do you do…you say you never want to see me again. Shouldn’t I be the one saying that!!
I wish I could visit the plaza with you, in the spring, winter, fall and summer. I wish we could stand in the same place, every so often, in different types of clothes. Maybe I’d wear a summer dress and the next I’d wear a coat and scarf. Maybe you could wear a benie and sunglasses. Maybe we could just stay like this forever.
I like to visit many places in my mind. My childhood, my future, my imagination, and the like. I can travel there whenever i want. No disturbances. I wish I could take others there too, show them what i see, where i go. Those places are a part of me.
visit an ice cream shop and order vanilla ice cream cones for you, and for me, and for your courgy. i think that’s how you spell it… that small adorable breed of dog with the short legs and fat long body. i used to have a courgy. she was named pepper and i love her forever because she was ALWAYS happy to see me.
We went on a visit to the amazon jungle where I saw myself fifty years ago as a monkey named pete but that was just a dream or maybe the shaman gave me tree bark to eat maybe a mushroom or pigs feet
It’s not often that I’m able to see other countries, but when I do, I like to take a big chunk of them with me when I leave. I’ve got the southernmost tip of Venzuela on my mantle. Downstairs, most of Antarctica. I tried getting Texas through the foyer, but it wouldn’t fit. But how am I supposed to get my own house into my house?
I’m smoking tonight
puff lungs dread
boredom, boarding you
when you visit
i remember what it’s like
to not have you around
luxury; a fine wine
that gets better with age.