We both thought it was a romantic notion that lovers held hands and walked in the rain. However, he we both sat watch the winsheild glass over with icy Fall rain, and we both treded running for the front door to the house. we both knew there were two umbrellas right in the front hallway, and both felt defeated for never taking them before leaving.
jade
Are both of us capable of love or just you? It is almost an insult to compare us because you are omnipotent, yet I find it intriguing. You are love itself, infinite, and unwavering. Mine is limited, if I am even capable of it at all, but I haven’t really had a chance to use it yet so I am still not confident if it works for me.
they both were perfectly in love. and i sat down and envied them. there lips seemed to indent perfectly to accommodate one an others and there heats seem to beat as one. i sat down and wished upon one million shooting stars that i too could have that love that they shared.
We stared into each others eyes for we both knew. We knew, but neither had the heart to say. “I love you”, I whispered so only he would hear. His eyes shone with love and pride. We both may be moments from death, but at least we were together. “I love you too”, he said and was rewarded with a knee to the stomach. I gasped in horror as he doubled over. I leaned over him in protection, although my hands were tied behind my back. Iwas given the same treatment and sucked in my breath from the blow. I laid in pain beside him. I saw his face. Coated with grim and dirt, he was grimacing until he noticed the similar look on my face. He smiled bravely for me. I smiled weakly back. The guards pulled us up and dragged us to the shooting post. A rope was pulled tightly around my stomach and waist, securing me to the would. I looked to my left and saw the same thing with my true love. We both smiled at each other, because we knew we would both see the other in heaven. My eyes moisted and a single tear fell. I looked to him with wet, compassionate eyes. He gave me a look that said it all. He loved me. I loved him. We both loved each other. The captain guard gave the sgnal to shoot and I closed my eyes before I could witness the massacre. I counted down from five with the guard awaiting the time when his hand would fall and the bullets would fly. I counted the last seconds of my life. Both me and my love whispered the enchantment that brought hope to our hearts. “See you soon.” The guard’s hand fell.
“No, no, no. Hear me out.” She takes a sip from her smoothie. “There, that’s better. So you like guys, and you like girls.”
“I just love people.”
“So you’re bi.”
“I don’t have to be anything!”
Belinda Roddie
Both of us together. Never. My heart beats against my chest. Four walls, closing in with the speed of a thousand constrictors… Pushing my breath to its absolute reaches and upper limitations. But.. then again… is that you… Is that you, is that us, pushing our breath in and out. Like the waves pushing in and out, crashing upon its clandestine shore. But you. Me. Both. We shall never be. So, like a single grain of sand, I pluck myself from the warm embrace of our Never place, and carry myself out into the seas… hoping beyond hope that I may one day find another shore.
We are both alone now,
I did what I needed to do.
It breaks my heart to see him
cry and to know It’s all my fault and I’ll
never be able to comfort him.
The last hug hurt.
I’ll remember it all from years to come.
What if I regret this,
What then?
we were both in the room watching tv hoping one would initiate something.
we were both so shy even though we have known each other for over a year. what if this is fate? what if god made it meant to be for us too be together? find each other at a young age
kristie
They are both all consuming.
One lets his flames slowly flicker, blossoming up the curtains and licking at the walls. Carefully confining me in its warmth.
The other burns bright and hot, spreading quickly and demolishing all in its path. I am burning and he has no remorse. The other fervently apologizes for destruction and yet…it’s never felt so good to be in pain.
the things that cannot be one thing, but are not everything, are both things. there is nothing more profound than something that defies the black and the white. the gray is what we define as our lives. there is not a human on the planet that cannot be at some time be described as both. because we are not definite. we are forever, we are everything and nothing. we are both
Molly
Both of us together. Never. My heart beats against my chest. Four walls, closing in with the speed of a thousand constrictors… Pushing my breath to its absolute reaches and upper limitations. But.. then again… is that you… Is that you, is that us, pushing our breath in and out.
TalliRue
Both of us know there is something between us, both of us spend our days thinking about eachother. Both of us think this is where we should spend the rest of our lives but we think its strange so we don’t speak about it. Both of us know where this is going but both of us
beatris bou
When someone asks gives me a choice between two extremes and asks me to pick one; I usually say “both”. I can’t be pinned down to just one; I like options. Don’t freeze me out … give me both.
Drew Sandberg
both is two people grouped together. they both moved into the cardboard box across the road. it implies a connection and can refer to any noun; it is not limited to people. in the south, people say both with an almost an l sound.
Both of us walked down the path. We didn’t know where we were going or why we walked, but we walked anyway. We stumbled over stones, tripped over trees. We were an ugly sight. We did not stop walking though, we never have.
both. together we stand with that wind at our backs blowing down the world around us. both of us hand in hand and heart in heart we intertwine beyond the spectrum of the corporeal world but beyond that into our very souls, our very beings. i look at you and i see you for who you are and what you are and you look deep into me the same way. I feel you all around me like a wave that crashed not violently or with action but with love and warmth and a kindred feeling that i only have with you. the look in your eyes sends my heart into a fury and i reach for you and only you urging you to feel me feeling you and to see the look that i am sending to you i love you fully and unconditionally and you and me we are the true essence of both we are truley together
Both of the roads would take her to more or less the same place. Both of the choices were equally appealing, both were moderate, and both were profitable. Both willing, both unproblematic. That made her hate them both. What was the point of making a decision if there wasn’t a right one?
(HINT: they are both wrong decisions.)
meep?
We both love the same things. Theatre, mostly. Harry Potter. Just, everything. We’re nerds, but we are together, and I hope we always will be. We are both the same person. Nice and awkward, but in a good amount :) I just…really love him. A lot.
Fi
Who wants to make choices? Why do people feel the need to take one at the exclusion of the other? Why settle for one, when you can have both?
Both of us were to blame. Both of us knew what we were getting ourselves into. Both of us decided to go forth with the plan. Both of us didn’t make it…only one of us came back.
MegAversano
Two people are both part up a relationship. They both have to work at it to make it successful. Without mutual investment, the relationship is sure to fail completely.
Shayann
two, as in a couple. they. kfjgfdjgfdlgjljgtlhjflvjkjglkrtjglkrl. toast.
Shaseyn
We had the same auburn hair, the same golden eyes, the same blush when we were embarrassed or bashful. Both of us are always confused with each other. It’s like we may as well have been one zygote, one fetus. But we’re not the same. I play the violin; she plays the drums. I can draw and paint and craft things with my hands, whereas she’s better at destroying them. I am little and petite; she has always been muscular and toned, like a lioness. If I were described as an animal, I’d be some kind of butterfly or song bird, not a beautifully, ferral beast.
Brittney
We both knew exactly how it would end and we both refused to accept the reality we bent. Sooner or later we all pay the price. For both of us, the cost was greater than the high.
‘What was I supposed to do?’ May hollered. I was bewildered.
‘Honestly? Well for starters you could have left them behind. What possessed you to take them along anyway?’ Her eyes narrowed and she stuck out her tongue. They were already making a mess of the kitchen, so god knows what they’d get up to on the road. Giving May my best glare I snarled ‘Whatever happens you’ll be fully responsible for both of them.’
The clock ran backwards, and I knew with the second chance, I’d only waste my time once again. The sky stared down on me, a purple periwinkle ocean above my head, and I waited for the rain to fall. I couldn’t stand the two of them. The betrayal of both left me in the downpour. But I’d do it all over.
Both of them wore the same dress. Lily, thought to herself ‘What a bitch…’, though really she knew there was a chance of it happening. Oh, it is one of the dilemmas fashionistas face.
Together, they are one. It takes both to make a whole. This is not how it should be, they think, but they are wrong. This is exactly how it should be. One and One is One. A whole. Happy. Together. Both of them. this is what makes them true. this is what we remember. they are one story, together. both of them.
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and needed to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch their attention. It was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality. I wanted to so desperately know what they were thinking… what they had apparently just experienced… remembered even. Would I be able to even fathom what I felt like was blowing their minds? My thoughts started raising and suddenly I was stuck in a deep trance.
You cannot ever choose between one or two. You want to have neither… or to have both. You never want either or. You aren’t satisfied with a single.. you want multiples. When offered the choice between two things… you accept both. You can never choose one or the other. One or two. Neither. Both.
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and needed to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch their attention. It was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality. I wanted to so desperately to know what they were thinking… what they had apparently just experienced… remembered even.
THey were both young. Yound, just saplings set in frosted ground, destined to grow, or destined to die. They were both precocious. Such potential in there young minds so full of pure lust, lust for life, lust for knowledge, lust for eachother. This is their youth.
Gillian
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and need to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch there attention. It’s was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality.
Both of us were there, blank faced and wide-eyed. I loved her then, I love her still. Sometimes we can only learn to forget through remembering… Sometimes she comes back to me in my sleep. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, she’ll come back in my dreams.
Alli Lewis
We both are broken, bits and pieces chipped off and imperfectly glued back together. We don’t even fit together that well, technically. But we make it work. We fill the gaps with gold and we are even more beautiful.
I want you. But I want him too. We are just in highschool. nothing wil last. so can we make an agreement so I can have him too. and you can have whomever you would like. Friends. With benefits?
Ellie
A friend told me that if I have a choice between two things, it is one choice too many. They both look so good to me at the moment. It takes me forever to chose one!
paulie aragon
Both a helpful word when put in a position to make a decision. And often when they are difficult I choose both. For example with both…I like qualities of both people…so I choose both. Its the easy way out.
Ellie
both you and i have love for eachother that will never end. Both of us will fight for what we want and need for the other person. Both of us wil love eachtoher till the end. Both. Not just one, But both. We both need each other and we both will find a way. Both, Not just one.
We both thought it was a romantic notion that lovers held hands and walked in the rain. However, he we both sat watch the winsheild glass over with icy Fall rain, and we both treded running for the front door to the house. we both knew there were two umbrellas right in the front hallway, and both felt defeated for never taking them before leaving.
Are both of us capable of love or just you? It is almost an insult to compare us because you are omnipotent, yet I find it intriguing. You are love itself, infinite, and unwavering. Mine is limited, if I am even capable of it at all, but I haven’t really had a chance to use it yet so I am still not confident if it works for me.
they both were perfectly in love. and i sat down and envied them. there lips seemed to indent perfectly to accommodate one an others and there heats seem to beat as one. i sat down and wished upon one million shooting stars that i too could have that love that they shared.
We stared into each others eyes for we both knew. We knew, but neither had the heart to say. “I love you”, I whispered so only he would hear. His eyes shone with love and pride. We both may be moments from death, but at least we were together. “I love you too”, he said and was rewarded with a knee to the stomach. I gasped in horror as he doubled over. I leaned over him in protection, although my hands were tied behind my back. Iwas given the same treatment and sucked in my breath from the blow. I laid in pain beside him. I saw his face. Coated with grim and dirt, he was grimacing until he noticed the similar look on my face. He smiled bravely for me. I smiled weakly back. The guards pulled us up and dragged us to the shooting post. A rope was pulled tightly around my stomach and waist, securing me to the would. I looked to my left and saw the same thing with my true love. We both smiled at each other, because we knew we would both see the other in heaven. My eyes moisted and a single tear fell. I looked to him with wet, compassionate eyes. He gave me a look that said it all. He loved me. I loved him. We both loved each other. The captain guard gave the sgnal to shoot and I closed my eyes before I could witness the massacre. I counted down from five with the guard awaiting the time when his hand would fall and the bullets would fly. I counted the last seconds of my life. Both me and my love whispered the enchantment that brought hope to our hearts. “See you soon.” The guard’s hand fell.
“So are you gay, or are you straight?”
“Both.”
Sara blinks. “So you’re bisexual?”
“I just love people. Okay?”
“No, no, no. Hear me out.” She takes a sip from her smoothie. “There, that’s better. So you like guys, and you like girls.”
“I just love people.”
“So you’re bi.”
“I don’t have to be anything!”
Both of us together. Never. My heart beats against my chest. Four walls, closing in with the speed of a thousand constrictors… Pushing my breath to its absolute reaches and upper limitations. But.. then again… is that you… Is that you, is that us, pushing our breath in and out. Like the waves pushing in and out, crashing upon its clandestine shore. But you. Me. Both. We shall never be. So, like a single grain of sand, I pluck myself from the warm embrace of our Never place, and carry myself out into the seas… hoping beyond hope that I may one day find another shore.
We are both alone now,
I did what I needed to do.
It breaks my heart to see him
cry and to know It’s all my fault and I’ll
never be able to comfort him.
The last hug hurt.
I’ll remember it all from years to come.
What if I regret this,
What then?
We are both alone.
we were both in the room watching tv hoping one would initiate something.
we were both so shy even though we have known each other for over a year. what if this is fate? what if god made it meant to be for us too be together? find each other at a young age
They are both all consuming.
One lets his flames slowly flicker, blossoming up the curtains and licking at the walls. Carefully confining me in its warmth.
The other burns bright and hot, spreading quickly and demolishing all in its path. I am burning and he has no remorse. The other fervently apologizes for destruction and yet…it’s never felt so good to be in pain.
the things that cannot be one thing, but are not everything, are both things. there is nothing more profound than something that defies the black and the white. the gray is what we define as our lives. there is not a human on the planet that cannot be at some time be described as both. because we are not definite. we are forever, we are everything and nothing. we are both
Both of us together. Never. My heart beats against my chest. Four walls, closing in with the speed of a thousand constrictors… Pushing my breath to its absolute reaches and upper limitations. But.. then again… is that you… Is that you, is that us, pushing our breath in and out.
Both of us know there is something between us, both of us spend our days thinking about eachother. Both of us think this is where we should spend the rest of our lives but we think its strange so we don’t speak about it. Both of us know where this is going but both of us
When someone asks gives me a choice between two extremes and asks me to pick one; I usually say “both”. I can’t be pinned down to just one; I like options. Don’t freeze me out … give me both.
both is two people grouped together. they both moved into the cardboard box across the road. it implies a connection and can refer to any noun; it is not limited to people. in the south, people say both with an almost an l sound.
Both of us walked down the path. We didn’t know where we were going or why we walked, but we walked anyway. We stumbled over stones, tripped over trees. We were an ugly sight. We did not stop walking though, we never have.
An old Elizabethan play or poem contains the line, “He or she who reads me when I am ashes, is my child in wishes.”
both. together we stand with that wind at our backs blowing down the world around us. both of us hand in hand and heart in heart we intertwine beyond the spectrum of the corporeal world but beyond that into our very souls, our very beings. i look at you and i see you for who you are and what you are and you look deep into me the same way. I feel you all around me like a wave that crashed not violently or with action but with love and warmth and a kindred feeling that i only have with you. the look in your eyes sends my heart into a fury and i reach for you and only you urging you to feel me feeling you and to see the look that i am sending to you i love you fully and unconditionally and you and me we are the true essence of both we are truley together
Both of the roads would take her to more or less the same place. Both of the choices were equally appealing, both were moderate, and both were profitable. Both willing, both unproblematic. That made her hate them both. What was the point of making a decision if there wasn’t a right one?
(HINT: they are both wrong decisions.)
We both love the same things. Theatre, mostly. Harry Potter. Just, everything. We’re nerds, but we are together, and I hope we always will be. We are both the same person. Nice and awkward, but in a good amount :) I just…really love him. A lot.
Who wants to make choices? Why do people feel the need to take one at the exclusion of the other? Why settle for one, when you can have both?
Both of us were to blame. Both of us knew what we were getting ourselves into. Both of us decided to go forth with the plan. Both of us didn’t make it…only one of us came back.
Two people are both part up a relationship. They both have to work at it to make it successful. Without mutual investment, the relationship is sure to fail completely.
two, as in a couple. they. kfjgfdjgfdlgjljgtlhjflvjkjglkrtjglkrl. toast.
We had the same auburn hair, the same golden eyes, the same blush when we were embarrassed or bashful. Both of us are always confused with each other. It’s like we may as well have been one zygote, one fetus. But we’re not the same. I play the violin; she plays the drums. I can draw and paint and craft things with my hands, whereas she’s better at destroying them. I am little and petite; she has always been muscular and toned, like a lioness. If I were described as an animal, I’d be some kind of butterfly or song bird, not a beautifully, ferral beast.
We both knew exactly how it would end and we both refused to accept the reality we bent. Sooner or later we all pay the price. For both of us, the cost was greater than the high.
‘What was I supposed to do?’ May hollered. I was bewildered.
‘Honestly? Well for starters you could have left them behind. What possessed you to take them along anyway?’ Her eyes narrowed and she stuck out her tongue. They were already making a mess of the kitchen, so god knows what they’d get up to on the road. Giving May my best glare I snarled ‘Whatever happens you’ll be fully responsible for both of them.’
‘I know.’
The clock ran backwards, and I knew with the second chance, I’d only waste my time once again. The sky stared down on me, a purple periwinkle ocean above my head, and I waited for the rain to fall. I couldn’t stand the two of them. The betrayal of both left me in the downpour. But I’d do it all over.
And they knew it too.
Both of them wore the same dress. Lily, thought to herself ‘What a bitch…’, though really she knew there was a chance of it happening. Oh, it is one of the dilemmas fashionistas face.
Together, they are one. It takes both to make a whole. This is not how it should be, they think, but they are wrong. This is exactly how it should be. One and One is One. A whole. Happy. Together. Both of them. this is what makes them true. this is what we remember. they are one story, together. both of them.
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and needed to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch their attention. It was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality. I wanted to so desperately know what they were thinking… what they had apparently just experienced… remembered even. Would I be able to even fathom what I felt like was blowing their minds? My thoughts started raising and suddenly I was stuck in a deep trance.
You cannot ever choose between one or two. You want to have neither… or to have both. You never want either or. You aren’t satisfied with a single.. you want multiples. When offered the choice between two things… you accept both. You can never choose one or the other. One or two. Neither. Both.
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and needed to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch their attention. It was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality. I wanted to so desperately to know what they were thinking… what they had apparently just experienced… remembered even.
THey were both young. Yound, just saplings set in frosted ground, destined to grow, or destined to die. They were both precocious. Such potential in there young minds so full of pure lust, lust for life, lust for knowledge, lust for eachother. This is their youth.
Both sisters looked at each other in dismay. Hoping that at some point the other would be able to studder out some word of some sort. Time lingered on and neither one of them made a sound not even a single peep. Looking at them from a distance I just assumed they were both in deep thought and need to be set free. I walked over to them with caution of course, and waived my hand to catch there attention. It’s was like the both of them were stuck in a time warps of reality.
Both of us were there, blank faced and wide-eyed. I loved her then, I love her still. Sometimes we can only learn to forget through remembering… Sometimes she comes back to me in my sleep. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, she’ll come back in my dreams.
We both are broken, bits and pieces chipped off and imperfectly glued back together. We don’t even fit together that well, technically. But we make it work. We fill the gaps with gold and we are even more beautiful.
I want you. But I want him too. We are just in highschool. nothing wil last. so can we make an agreement so I can have him too. and you can have whomever you would like. Friends. With benefits?
A friend told me that if I have a choice between two things, it is one choice too many. They both look so good to me at the moment. It takes me forever to chose one!
Both a helpful word when put in a position to make a decision. And often when they are difficult I choose both. For example with both…I like qualities of both people…so I choose both. Its the easy way out.
both you and i have love for eachother that will never end. Both of us will fight for what we want and need for the other person. Both of us wil love eachtoher till the end. Both. Not just one, But both. We both need each other and we both will find a way. Both, Not just one.