when he steals her away, all he worries about are the legal repercussions. people will be looking for her (the family in particular) when they finally find her parents dumped in the ditch, and he panics at the thought of losing her– losing the last living remnant of her mother.
she shifts on the sheets of the hotel bed, squirming and whining for a moment before drifting off again. the only consolation offered to him is, considering her age, it’ll be easier to hide her identity until he forges her papers.
leigh
shift from the old year into the new. what promise this newness holds.
charlotte
red shift, blue shift, i’m going away from my home and my friends and my family and everything i ever cared about. i’ve missed so much in just the last 3 months, and they’re things i’ll never get back.
liz
I work the early shift. I see him everyday at the coffee shop and look away when hes sees me. Those rosy cheeks from the cold drive me crazy. I think one day I will get up the nerve, but for now I choose to dream of those cheeks, and who knows what else….
Steffany
Shift – a change from one state to another. What needs to be shifted in your life? Or what has shifted that should have stayed the same. Shift often feels right but can be so wrong. Do you need to shift? Or to stop the shift? Whichever can be the right thing. You need to decide which you need.
Scott
I dont enjoy the shift key on a keyboard because you ahve to hold it down to use it. Why cant you press the shift key, have the next letter you type be capital, go back to lowercase, and be done? No big deal!
superloo
about ahead go be change feel new some
mamamaria
SOMETIMES IT IS TIME FOR A CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE, A SHIFT IN THE WAY YOU DO THINGS. WE MUST BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE THIS TIME IN ORDER TO FULLY MAKE USE OF IT. LIFE IS THIS WAY AS IS THE GEOGRAPHICAL TENDENCIES OF THE EARTH. NOTHING IS EVER THE SAME IT ALL SHIFTS AT ONE POINT OR ANOTHER. SOMETIMES FOR HE GOOD
DAVID DUNHAM
that boy is shifty. i don’t want to see you with him anymore! but, mom! he’s nice! i don’t like the look in his eyes, their slanty-like, looking here then there and never resting in one place. i don’t want you to g
amy
its about changing the world
and looks like “ship”
bengisu
Shifting from side to side, his hands hit the back of the couch. His face was now the colour of a tomato, he was sweating profusely. The nerves nearly killed him.
Me
love shifts. it is not a steady thing. from one moment of utter bliss right into one moment of heartwrenching misery, love is a collection of emotions. it is never still, never calm, never just one thing. i can’t say i love you without at least hating you for an hour.
mikeyla
He shifted out of the parking lot and into the street. It was pretty cloudy that night, but it was always cloudy there, polluted air from the factory always made the surroundings a little darker… or perhaps it was his view. He wasn’t sure. But he had to get to the country
Zen
The shift was beautiful….orange, brown and a deep, deep coffee formed an intricate pattern on the material. The colors made me think of autumn…when the leaves are changing
pieraci21@verizon.net
hi
val
shift say it while your holding your tongue and it sounds like shit. shit i like that word it’s very harsh. especially when you say crap that smells like shit!
Sydney
stick shift. pulling it back and thrusting forward fills me with power in my ’89 Toyota. i have a need for speed and shifting fulfills it. even in something as old as my car. i can’t find the stick shift of my life… where can i find that power that can fulfill my need for…. anything?
Erin
wiltern wilting
our dreams
into the night
I would not ask
for the daggers
the simplicity
of release
I felt the cold
in your night
this was the rest
we measured
the rest we
failed to take
I was near joy
you were near me
the asking was not
favored, flavored
by myrrh our fallen
treasure
cast in night’s
pall, bleakness
castaway
castles dreamt darkly
wisdom lost
fearfully
seven times
the matter
the cherubim
of failure
i will not follow
twas green we
left
blue we filled
black we labored
quietest night
civil
the twilight’s exhaust
to be
to see
walk that line
fear that sensitivity
you will have
the voice
the mother’s voice
you’ll know the water
the depth of the well
we will pass
the darkest ways
consecrating loss
as the gods
their yearning.
paschal
Start! Damn you, start! I hit the gas, but nothing happened. Then I realized. I had to shift it out of park first. Grabbing the clutch, I swiftly did so and ripped out of the parking lot, leaving black, hot rubber lying on the pavement behind me.
S
CAPITAL LETTERS ARE FUN>
Anonymous
today i went to the shop and to my suprise there was no sweets! i couldnt believe it so i turn to the sales assistant and said “Where is all your chocolate!!”
becks
shift into gear get your life in line and stop wasting your days on insignificant things such as media and whats popular and whats not. it won’t matter when you have been laded to rest and have gone to heaven or hell
when he steals her away, all he worries about are the legal repercussions. people will be looking for her (the family in particular) when they finally find her parents dumped in the ditch, and he panics at the thought of losing her– losing the last living remnant of her mother.
she shifts on the sheets of the hotel bed, squirming and whining for a moment before drifting off again. the only consolation offered to him is, considering her age, it’ll be easier to hide her identity until he forges her papers.
shift from the old year into the new. what promise this newness holds.
red shift, blue shift, i’m going away from my home and my friends and my family and everything i ever cared about. i’ve missed so much in just the last 3 months, and they’re things i’ll never get back.
I work the early shift. I see him everyday at the coffee shop and look away when hes sees me. Those rosy cheeks from the cold drive me crazy. I think one day I will get up the nerve, but for now I choose to dream of those cheeks, and who knows what else….
Shift – a change from one state to another. What needs to be shifted in your life? Or what has shifted that should have stayed the same. Shift often feels right but can be so wrong. Do you need to shift? Or to stop the shift? Whichever can be the right thing. You need to decide which you need.
I dont enjoy the shift key on a keyboard because you ahve to hold it down to use it. Why cant you press the shift key, have the next letter you type be capital, go back to lowercase, and be done? No big deal!
about ahead go be change feel new some
SOMETIMES IT IS TIME FOR A CHANGE IN YOUR LIFE, A SHIFT IN THE WAY YOU DO THINGS. WE MUST BE ABLE TO RECOGNIZE THIS TIME IN ORDER TO FULLY MAKE USE OF IT. LIFE IS THIS WAY AS IS THE GEOGRAPHICAL TENDENCIES OF THE EARTH. NOTHING IS EVER THE SAME IT ALL SHIFTS AT ONE POINT OR ANOTHER. SOMETIMES FOR HE GOOD
that boy is shifty. i don’t want to see you with him anymore! but, mom! he’s nice! i don’t like the look in his eyes, their slanty-like, looking here then there and never resting in one place. i don’t want you to g
its about changing the world
and looks like “ship”
Shifting from side to side, his hands hit the back of the couch. His face was now the colour of a tomato, he was sweating profusely. The nerves nearly killed him.
love shifts. it is not a steady thing. from one moment of utter bliss right into one moment of heartwrenching misery, love is a collection of emotions. it is never still, never calm, never just one thing. i can’t say i love you without at least hating you for an hour.
He shifted out of the parking lot and into the street. It was pretty cloudy that night, but it was always cloudy there, polluted air from the factory always made the surroundings a little darker… or perhaps it was his view. He wasn’t sure. But he had to get to the country
The shift was beautiful….orange, brown and a deep, deep coffee formed an intricate pattern on the material. The colors made me think of autumn…when the leaves are changing
hi
shift say it while your holding your tongue and it sounds like shit. shit i like that word it’s very harsh. especially when you say crap that smells like shit!
stick shift. pulling it back and thrusting forward fills me with power in my ’89 Toyota. i have a need for speed and shifting fulfills it. even in something as old as my car. i can’t find the stick shift of my life… where can i find that power that can fulfill my need for…. anything?
wiltern wilting
our dreams
into the night
I would not ask
for the daggers
the simplicity
of release
I felt the cold
in your night
this was the rest
we measured
the rest we
failed to take
I was near joy
you were near me
the asking was not
favored, flavored
by myrrh our fallen
treasure
cast in night’s
pall, bleakness
castaway
castles dreamt darkly
wisdom lost
fearfully
seven times
the matter
the cherubim
of failure
i will not follow
twas green we
left
blue we filled
black we labored
quietest night
civil
the twilight’s exhaust
to be
to see
walk that line
fear that sensitivity
you will have
the voice
the mother’s voice
you’ll know the water
the depth of the well
we will pass
the darkest ways
consecrating loss
as the gods
their yearning.
Start! Damn you, start! I hit the gas, but nothing happened. Then I realized. I had to shift it out of park first. Grabbing the clutch, I swiftly did so and ripped out of the parking lot, leaving black, hot rubber lying on the pavement behind me.
CAPITAL LETTERS ARE FUN>
today i went to the shop and to my suprise there was no sweets! i couldnt believe it so i turn to the sales assistant and said “Where is all your chocolate!!”
shift into gear get your life in line and stop wasting your days on insignificant things such as media and whats popular and whats not. it won’t matter when you have been laded to rest and have gone to heaven or hell