It was belated. The most important day. The day I was going to murder the man who killed my parents. I didn’t know where he was, or what he was doing at this moment because he was late for this very important date. He was supposed to attend a funeral, his funeral, that I prepared for him, but he never showed up.
Susan Rother
I don’t really know the meaning of this word. Belated sounds like being late for something. I wonder if that’s the real menaing, but if it is, then ;m gad I stumbled upon it because being late is something everyone in my life doesn’t mind about. They are late for almost everything and they always have excuses.
Ana
Coming later than it should have done. That seems to be a thing with me. A motif. I take a long time to start something, probably because I waste my time on websites like this.
Chris
“Happy Belated Birthday!”everyone shouted. I just stood there and blushed. Attention is not something I want much of, I’d rather spend a quiet day relaxing alone. But, since everyone thinks birthdays are such a big deal, I need to put on the fake smile and pretend I’m not missing him today. Nighttime will be the time I can mourn and feel the loss of him yet again. It never seems to get any easier…
There’s certainly nothing like a word to make you think you don’t actually know what it means. Belated? The more I say it the less I actually understand it. Sounds like it means recently deceased … the late … so-and-so. Funny thing how words do that. Say it over and over again.
I shuffled through the doors of a gymnasium. A *gymnasium*, of all things… I was hoping I’d see her, standing there on the stage laughing her ass off. “I’m not dead, you bunch of fools!” It’s something she’d do. Rat bastard. But there was no one on the stage. Only a box. A box of decaying flesh but no one was in there. Only something that kind of looks like what she used to. But nothing about her is held in that box. That’s why I know I’ll never visit her unruly grave, her dusty headstone, her little patch of nowhere. I can say all I want but she’ll never hear my goodbye.
I always try to remember birthdays but it seems that the men in the family have a problem with this. They generally have to send belated wishes and cards.
It was my sister’s belated birthday last month and my nephew’s belated birthday this month. I’m the worst sister and aunty in the world and feel very guilty about it. I recall should email my sister to apologise rather than spending my time writing on websites like this! Ha ha.
I like the word belated, it has a nice ring to it. I feel that I’m about to have a belated career. The one I should have had years ago. It’s never too late!
Lost are the days and gone are the times
But moments are Static and Framed inside
Nothing can conquer or take away that right
For I shall forever be there
No later than today
Never Belated…
Lost are the days and gone are the times
But moments are Static and Framed inside
Nothing can conquer or take away that right
For I shall forever be there
No later than today
Never Belated…
Mriidu Khosla
I want this to be belated, since i don’t feel so elated. But bealtion wont come to me, only misery and agony. Oh how i wish it would end soon, but my mind tells me i will have to endure. Let it be, let it come, after all that I’m gonna take a nap
I once forgot to greet my aunt on her birthday. I didn’t really forget. I just pushed it down my to-do list until the day finished. Two days after she messaged me about her disappointment. She was hurt.
The train arrived belated. That made it even harder to say goodbye to them. I tried to just turn around and get into the train but I still couldn’t overlook nor let go of her tiny hand that sticked out of her red coat.
Amaychan
Whenever I think of the word “belated” it almost always goes with “birthday.” As in, “Happy belated birthday.” Like, whoopsie, I forgot but I remembered just in time to send you this belated card. Do you refer to folks who have passed away as belated? I think sometimes that’s the case. How about when you’re late to a party? Are you belated?
I never liked the idea of extending belated greeting to anyone, on any occasion. I am not good at covering my feeling and my excuses are soon exposed.
Whenever I dream, it’s too late. I arrive too late. You and I never intersected. Late I am, never to know the ways of the seconds past by.
You hid behind remnants of clouds
and drooping cliffsides, as if they
would help you touch your sky:
you said the edge was the best place to live.
But you don’t take risks with anything
but your life, hiding behind
more curtains and restrictions of
the agonizing: “but if I…”
and I want to help you,
as I yearn to love you,
but our embraces come to late.
(I’ve already been stolen).
It was belated. The most important day. The day I was going to murder the man who killed my parents. I didn’t know where he was, or what he was doing at this moment because he was late for this very important date. He was supposed to attend a funeral, his funeral, that I prepared for him, but he never showed up.
I don’t really know the meaning of this word. Belated sounds like being late for something. I wonder if that’s the real menaing, but if it is, then ;m gad I stumbled upon it because being late is something everyone in my life doesn’t mind about. They are late for almost everything and they always have excuses.
Coming later than it should have done. That seems to be a thing with me. A motif. I take a long time to start something, probably because I waste my time on websites like this.
“Happy Belated Birthday!”everyone shouted. I just stood there and blushed. Attention is not something I want much of, I’d rather spend a quiet day relaxing alone. But, since everyone thinks birthdays are such a big deal, I need to put on the fake smile and pretend I’m not missing him today. Nighttime will be the time I can mourn and feel the loss of him yet again. It never seems to get any easier…
i told you happy belated birthday
you never got it
today i wished my sister a belated birthday. i felt bad because her birthday was last week and i totally forgot. she was really mad at me.
There’s certainly nothing like a word to make you think you don’t actually know what it means. Belated? The more I say it the less I actually understand it. Sounds like it means recently deceased … the late … so-and-so. Funny thing how words do that. Say it over and over again.
I shuffled through the doors of a gymnasium. A *gymnasium*, of all things… I was hoping I’d see her, standing there on the stage laughing her ass off. “I’m not dead, you bunch of fools!” It’s something she’d do. Rat bastard. But there was no one on the stage. Only a box. A box of decaying flesh but no one was in there. Only something that kind of looks like what she used to. But nothing about her is held in that box. That’s why I know I’ll never visit her unruly grave, her dusty headstone, her little patch of nowhere. I can say all I want but she’ll never hear my goodbye.
I always try to remember birthdays but it seems that the men in the family have a problem with this. They generally have to send belated wishes and cards.
It was my sister’s belated birthday last month and my nephew’s belated birthday this month. I’m the worst sister and aunty in the world and feel very guilty about it. I recall should email my sister to apologise rather than spending my time writing on websites like this! Ha ha.
I like the word belated, it has a nice ring to it. I feel that I’m about to have a belated career. The one I should have had years ago. It’s never too late!
Lost are the days and gone are the times
But moments are Static and Framed inside
Nothing can conquer or take away that right
For I shall forever be there
No later than today
Never Belated…
Lost are the days and gone are the times
But moments are Static and Framed inside
Nothing can conquer or take away that right
For I shall forever be there
No later than today
Never Belated…
I want this to be belated, since i don’t feel so elated. But bealtion wont come to me, only misery and agony. Oh how i wish it would end soon, but my mind tells me i will have to endure. Let it be, let it come, after all that I’m gonna take a nap
I once forgot to greet my aunt on her birthday. I didn’t really forget. I just pushed it down my to-do list until the day finished. Two days after she messaged me about her disappointment. She was hurt.
I just said, “belated.”
The train arrived belated. That made it even harder to say goodbye to them. I tried to just turn around and get into the train but I still couldn’t overlook nor let go of her tiny hand that sticked out of her red coat.
Whenever I think of the word “belated” it almost always goes with “birthday.” As in, “Happy belated birthday.” Like, whoopsie, I forgot but I remembered just in time to send you this belated card. Do you refer to folks who have passed away as belated? I think sometimes that’s the case. How about when you’re late to a party? Are you belated?
I thought they would remember. They came years late. They ignored me. They pushed me aside.
And here they came, heaping praises, reassurances, false hopes. Platitudes. Fake.
It was a belated birthday.