I did what I did, I thought about it for a long time. I had various plans on what to do, but it was superfluous as everything was there in place – as if the “prayer” had somehow, materialized….. does that sound weird?
Raoul Eurenius
Before the blackout, people had jobs, lives, and friends. After, everything changed. Nobody had iPhones, iPads and tablets. Those things you “Can’t live without.” The blackout changed everything, even me.
hailey
skinny, happy, fun, friendly, confident, outgoing, always said yes, natiral, healthy, care free, would go out
sara
Before I met you, I was so sure about everything. But now all I want is to be with you. I gave up everything for that. And now…well now ever since that one night, you won
t even look at me. And it sucks. I wish I could just talk to you, just for a minute…
Anna
Before it happened, before it all went down. My life was different, it was different back then. It’s my burden now, not just hers or his: it’s mine. They’re gone, they’re all gone. Before, it was all so simple, none of us had anything to worry about. Before… before the madness.
nina
Before I went home I put some hair in my mums cup of tea so she would think that I was in the bottom of her cup xox
Chris
Before I was here I was at home, but its not really home anymore. Home is where all my things are, all my scraps, and they’ve all been moved here. But this isn’t home, because its a flat, not a house. There’s a garden, but its paltry, and open. No secret corners or hideaways.
Megan
Before I moved here, I honestly didnt know who I was. I wasnt sure how to introduce myself to perspective friends because who was i? i had lived in the shadow for too long of someone better than me that I had taken her on but that wasn’t me. And i hated it. Before I moved here i was a different person because I wasn’t me and I didnt know who I am and now I am much closer to knowing.
Before or after? I really have no idea what I should right about now, and I had no idea before I started this, either…who knows what really happened before humanity’s existence? Nothing is absolutely conclusive, because we have no way to absolutely prove anything. There are no ways to determine what, exactly, happened at the beginning of everything. Well, there would only be a beginning if we ACTUALLY existed. Do we truly exist as living, sentient human beings? I certainly don’t know, but I can always have faith. How much time has passed between the point when I believe I pressed a button that supposedly said “go”? Does time really exist? Am I trapped in my subconscious? Is this real, what I am writing now? I have absolutely no way of knowing for sure. This was never really about “before’s” or “after’s” or even “present’s. No, this is about life as I seem to know it, because there might not even BE a before. Can I prove anything? I don’t know. In the end, all we can have is faith. Faith that our beliefs and hopes and dreams are even somewhat real. If there is no reality, then what are we? What is life? Are we really here? If so, why?
Before the party I had to prepare the appetizers. I wanted a soft brie with apricot jam and roasted pecans, but all I was able to find at the grocery store was gorgonzola with a pepper crust. I sighed and started preparing the cheese tray.
Dana
Before I woke up, I was dreaming. In this dream it was dark, I was confused. I was trying to find the care my parents had given me, they wanted me to give rides to their friends. I didn’t want to but I did any way. I do not want to do that any more.
But that was before it all happened. I have no idea why or how, but it just did. Max and Ali didn’t talk anymore. They didn’t look at each other, they never sat near each other, it was like they had forgotten all of the great times they had together.
Jackie
I used to think of all the time we had together. Age was at the point where it wasn’t even an inconvenience; it was an afterthought. We were as fresh and new as green spring leaves and nothing could stop us from setting everything alight.
but it doesn’t take much wind to offset that spark, although it used to seem so bright.
Time really does fly-and it didn’t wait for us to grow wings.
Callie
Before I saw him, I was nothing. I didn’t have a reason to live, I didn’t have a heart, I didn’t even want kids. But now my life is nothing without him. It’s hard to think how much he’s changed from that sweet little boy who gave me the flower to the monster he’s become. I guess my only shot is to leave him.
Sami
When does the present become the past;
Or a child become a man?
Tell me so I may know.
Show me the line that divides before from after.
Let me see, so I may cross it.
before was nothing but was everything. A sense of time, in comparison to what? What will be after.
kassie
Before, when I thought everything was normal; when i didnt think that things would change. I didnt know that I was on a roller coaster ride and I was up for a great fall that would bring me up again.
Before there were movies, there were talkies. Before there were talkies, there were movies? It would seem that, in colloquial vernacular, the first is right. It would seem that, in technological chronology, the second. Actually, I’m sure they called silent films movies, too.
jack
Before I was a sad teenager, I was a happy child. Before my dad left I was content with my life. I thought it was the best. It wasn’t until recently that I realized even with him it was basically hell. Before he came back a year ago I was indifferent, now I’m confused and sad
and after before chaos before life before a mistake before the drama before love
karina
Before I thought about things in the context of the everyday. That was how I comprehended, how I understood. These days I like to try and think in the greater all around, the big surprise that’s just waiting outside your head. It’s a technique I like to call Cloud Pooping.
I met you, I was happy. I had the whole world at my fingertips. You made me vulnerable, weak. You made me hate myself because I couldn’t make you love me. You lied, cheated and now I am broken and alone trying to build the life I had from ashes.
Cassandra
Before the storm.
Blood frozen.
Something big is coming.
Butterflies in the air.
All is silent, nothing well.
My very own storm.
Before this summer there was a lot of things i had never done. Gotten drunk, lost my virginity, fell in love, got my license, welcomed a new family member or two. I knew that after i graduated that my life would change but i didn’t know it would change this drastically. But it wasnt just all about all the fun crazy things that i did, it was about the journey of me starting to become an adult and shedding away my fears and embracing life. The summer of ’12 was easily the best summer of my life.
Victoria
How old do you have to be before it’s appropriate to ask the question: Am I a good person? Drunk and stoned by eleven-years-old. When do you count? When you lose your virginity? The first time you cheat? When do occurrences stop being isolated incidents and start being part of an integrated whole? Steal a car at sixteen. Overdose at seventeen. Rehab at a facility in the mountains. You break into your neighbor’s house when they leave town because you’ve seen their liquor cabinet from the times their daughter snuck you in through her window to fuck her. The first time you steal painkillers from your mother’s medicine cabinet. How old? You still did childish things. Still went to the neighborhood pool. Still had sleepovers. Just wait until the parents fall asleep. Sift through drawers, steal money, sneak out of the house. Wake up at noon and they feed you waffles? Did you kids have fun last night? Your brain is swollen. You should have been taken to the hospital. They almost found you cold this morning. Great time. Thank you. Breakfast is delicious. You keep your drugs under their porch in an Altoids container wrapped inside a ziploc bag. You’ll never be held accountable. Crushed up your father’s viagra and slip into a classmate’s drink in 7th grade. You write to no one in particular on sheets of paper in your desk drawer. Help me help me help me. Are you a bad person if you can’t stop? Raised by wolves? Not raised at all? Parents work the night shift? Dinner’s in the fridge, their leftovers from lunch. Enjoy the half a burger and an apple, unripe. How much adds up before it counts? How much?
before i realised, everything was over. i had no control over it. never before have i faced such a situation in my life. this is unbelievable. a part of me still refuses to believe it before i face the reality.
monalisa behera
She leaned in and squinted, scrutinizing the image before her. It disappointed as she recalled what she’d seen there in the past.
Before it came to its bitter end, we were happy. Nobody believes me when I say that, though. They think it’s just my way to cover it all up. I can tell you though, I’ve known happiness, and I’ve known true love. But that was all before….
No hopes, no expectations, no dissappointments. That was before, that was, what i tried. In the end, you gave me all of it. Hopes – i felt so lucky, Expectation – that was even the word used. In the end it all stopped and after hope and expectations of a bright future i only feel dissapointment.
It strange, the idea of before and after. It is painful and confusing to try to wrap your mind around the fact that they are two separate entities. Who you were then. Who you are now. Two separate beings. Never again the same.
I did what I did, I thought about it for a long time. I had various plans on what to do, but it was superfluous as everything was there in place – as if the “prayer” had somehow, materialized….. does that sound weird?
Before the blackout, people had jobs, lives, and friends. After, everything changed. Nobody had iPhones, iPads and tablets. Those things you “Can’t live without.” The blackout changed everything, even me.
skinny, happy, fun, friendly, confident, outgoing, always said yes, natiral, healthy, care free, would go out
Before I met you, I was so sure about everything. But now all I want is to be with you. I gave up everything for that. And now…well now ever since that one night, you won
t even look at me. And it sucks. I wish I could just talk to you, just for a minute…
Before it happened, before it all went down. My life was different, it was different back then. It’s my burden now, not just hers or his: it’s mine. They’re gone, they’re all gone. Before, it was all so simple, none of us had anything to worry about. Before… before the madness.
Before I went home I put some hair in my mums cup of tea so she would think that I was in the bottom of her cup xox
Before I was here I was at home, but its not really home anymore. Home is where all my things are, all my scraps, and they’ve all been moved here. But this isn’t home, because its a flat, not a house. There’s a garden, but its paltry, and open. No secret corners or hideaways.
Before I moved here, I honestly didnt know who I was. I wasnt sure how to introduce myself to perspective friends because who was i? i had lived in the shadow for too long of someone better than me that I had taken her on but that wasn’t me. And i hated it. Before I moved here i was a different person because I wasn’t me and I didnt know who I am and now I am much closer to knowing.
What lead you to where you are today? What happened before that created now? Who came before us? And, does a before always lead to an after?
Before or after? I really have no idea what I should right about now, and I had no idea before I started this, either…who knows what really happened before humanity’s existence? Nothing is absolutely conclusive, because we have no way to absolutely prove anything. There are no ways to determine what, exactly, happened at the beginning of everything. Well, there would only be a beginning if we ACTUALLY existed. Do we truly exist as living, sentient human beings? I certainly don’t know, but I can always have faith. How much time has passed between the point when I believe I pressed a button that supposedly said “go”? Does time really exist? Am I trapped in my subconscious? Is this real, what I am writing now? I have absolutely no way of knowing for sure. This was never really about “before’s” or “after’s” or even “present’s. No, this is about life as I seem to know it, because there might not even BE a before. Can I prove anything? I don’t know. In the end, all we can have is faith. Faith that our beliefs and hopes and dreams are even somewhat real. If there is no reality, then what are we? What is life? Are we really here? If so, why?
Summer blends together with the rest of the seasons; time is non-existant. Negative emotions are only temporary, easily remedied with simple words.
Before the party I had to prepare the appetizers. I wanted a soft brie with apricot jam and roasted pecans, but all I was able to find at the grocery store was gorgonzola with a pepper crust. I sighed and started preparing the cheese tray.
Before I woke up, I was dreaming. In this dream it was dark, I was confused. I was trying to find the care my parents had given me, they wanted me to give rides to their friends. I didn’t want to but I did any way. I do not want to do that any more.
But that was before it all happened. I have no idea why or how, but it just did. Max and Ali didn’t talk anymore. They didn’t look at each other, they never sat near each other, it was like they had forgotten all of the great times they had together.
I used to think of all the time we had together. Age was at the point where it wasn’t even an inconvenience; it was an afterthought. We were as fresh and new as green spring leaves and nothing could stop us from setting everything alight.
but it doesn’t take much wind to offset that spark, although it used to seem so bright.
Time really does fly-and it didn’t wait for us to grow wings.
Before I saw him, I was nothing. I didn’t have a reason to live, I didn’t have a heart, I didn’t even want kids. But now my life is nothing without him. It’s hard to think how much he’s changed from that sweet little boy who gave me the flower to the monster he’s become. I guess my only shot is to leave him.
When does the present become the past;
Or a child become a man?
Tell me so I may know.
Show me the line that divides before from after.
Let me see, so I may cross it.
before was nothing but was everything. A sense of time, in comparison to what? What will be after.
Before, when I thought everything was normal; when i didnt think that things would change. I didnt know that I was on a roller coaster ride and I was up for a great fall that would bring me up again.
Before there were movies, there were talkies. Before there were talkies, there were movies? It would seem that, in colloquial vernacular, the first is right. It would seem that, in technological chronology, the second. Actually, I’m sure they called silent films movies, too.
Before I was a sad teenager, I was a happy child. Before my dad left I was content with my life. I thought it was the best. It wasn’t until recently that I realized even with him it was basically hell. Before he came back a year ago I was indifferent, now I’m confused and sad
I used this word in my post about afraid.
I guess I was afraid before.
and after before chaos before life before a mistake before the drama before love
Before I thought about things in the context of the everyday. That was how I comprehended, how I understood. These days I like to try and think in the greater all around, the big surprise that’s just waiting outside your head. It’s a technique I like to call Cloud Pooping.
A reference point to
THE EVENT.
The time that used to be
never will be again
and you could only hope for
After
I met you, I was happy. I had the whole world at my fingertips. You made me vulnerable, weak. You made me hate myself because I couldn’t make you love me. You lied, cheated and now I am broken and alone trying to build the life I had from ashes.
Before the storm.
Blood frozen.
Something big is coming.
Butterflies in the air.
All is silent, nothing well.
My very own storm.
Before this summer there was a lot of things i had never done. Gotten drunk, lost my virginity, fell in love, got my license, welcomed a new family member or two. I knew that after i graduated that my life would change but i didn’t know it would change this drastically. But it wasnt just all about all the fun crazy things that i did, it was about the journey of me starting to become an adult and shedding away my fears and embracing life. The summer of ’12 was easily the best summer of my life.
How old do you have to be before it’s appropriate to ask the question: Am I a good person? Drunk and stoned by eleven-years-old. When do you count? When you lose your virginity? The first time you cheat? When do occurrences stop being isolated incidents and start being part of an integrated whole? Steal a car at sixteen. Overdose at seventeen. Rehab at a facility in the mountains. You break into your neighbor’s house when they leave town because you’ve seen their liquor cabinet from the times their daughter snuck you in through her window to fuck her. The first time you steal painkillers from your mother’s medicine cabinet. How old? You still did childish things. Still went to the neighborhood pool. Still had sleepovers. Just wait until the parents fall asleep. Sift through drawers, steal money, sneak out of the house. Wake up at noon and they feed you waffles? Did you kids have fun last night? Your brain is swollen. You should have been taken to the hospital. They almost found you cold this morning. Great time. Thank you. Breakfast is delicious. You keep your drugs under their porch in an Altoids container wrapped inside a ziploc bag. You’ll never be held accountable. Crushed up your father’s viagra and slip into a classmate’s drink in 7th grade. You write to no one in particular on sheets of paper in your desk drawer. Help me help me help me. Are you a bad person if you can’t stop? Raised by wolves? Not raised at all? Parents work the night shift? Dinner’s in the fridge, their leftovers from lunch. Enjoy the half a burger and an apple, unripe. How much adds up before it counts? How much?
before i realised, everything was over. i had no control over it. never before have i faced such a situation in my life. this is unbelievable. a part of me still refuses to believe it before i face the reality.
She leaned in and squinted, scrutinizing the image before her. It disappointed as she recalled what she’d seen there in the past.
Before the storm.
Blood frozen.
Something big is coming.
Butterflies in the air.
All is silent, nothing well.
My very own storm.
There was a time when everyone believed we where alone. That we where the sole product of Creation. But then the discovery was made.
after
begining
prior
ahead
Before it came to its bitter end, we were happy. Nobody believes me when I say that, though. They think it’s just my way to cover it all up. I can tell you though, I’ve known happiness, and I’ve known true love. But that was all before….
No hopes, no expectations, no dissappointments. That was before, that was, what i tried. In the end, you gave me all of it. Hopes – i felt so lucky, Expectation – that was even the word used. In the end it all stopped and after hope and expectations of a bright future i only feel dissapointment.
before everything. I was a flower, i was a cool breeze, i was the dew drop on the soft lavander petals. I was the sweet kiss of the elegance.
we are the prior, the previous, the calm that came before the storm. the fist kiss, the last laugh, the precipice of spring.
Before you look away,
give me the benefit of the doubt.
It strange, the idea of before and after. It is painful and confusing to try to wrap your mind around the fact that they are two separate entities. Who you were then. Who you are now. Two separate beings. Never again the same.