grief is impossible to breakout of; at least not in a hurry. just when you think you’ve made it to the other side, the coin flips and you’re back where you came from… flat on your face.
Breezy
breakout? like some viral virus or diseases breakout and ruin some infected areas?
To breakout or not to breakout. What does it mean to breakout? I’m not too sure to be honest but I do have an idea and it could be interpreted differently by whomever thinks about it. In this case, I believe it’s my time to breakout. It is high time I breakout of this constant repeat dread and make the rest of my life, the best of my life (reference: Eric Thomas).
Ali
set free
setting new intentions
taking charge
being fearless
Coming into the new year I think we can all relate to trying to breakout of old habits . It’s harder than I think most people think. Personally I’m trying to breakout of bad habits so I can get pregnant. I think giving up coffee will be the hardest one to give up. Also just eating healthier is going to be a challenge but also I’m up for that challenge. I[‘m scared but also so excited to start this new chapter of our lives. Hopefully this will go smoothly.
Danielle
the inmate carefully masterminded his breakout from prison. he thought long and hard about it. When, where, how. it was all mapped in his brain.
Christie Coffey
leave
pull ahead
skin
succeed
andrea
Its the moment, the breakout moment, when it can all be left behind. The boy jumps onto the stage. He is terrified, he is scared. He plays and and jumps. He makes it. He did it. The moment where fear meets reality is here.
Jellyweb
Don’t think, just write yo yo, I’m all good. I have no idea where my mind is going sometimes. I have balsamic vinegar in a bowl next to me. My holy grail is red wine vinegar. Fusion isn’t possible to sustain. We need to get on to Solar Energy. Fusion is too dangerous. Harness new technologies. I’d love to be involved with that someday in the future.
out of the house
out of this life
out of the expectations and pre conceived notions
for that day it snowed
and for the first time I saw the unique edges of each snowflake
and knew
that day
was certainly going to be
the day
that the swirling flurries took me along with them
let me taste the frosty freedom like you do
i whispered to them
and without a thought
i ran up and away
i felt the cold earth breathing in and out
and began to do so myself
and boy in that moment did i feel like
an angel
made of snow and ice
breaking through
breaking away
from my past self into
a new life
Hannah
Right about now, I’d like to stage a breakout from my own brain. My very body—tight and twitching like an teen with Tourette’s—strikes back at its misfiring control center with pitiable impotency.
emily
I want to breakout of my head, I want to be free. I keep over thinking every little detail. If I breakout I can find happiness and peace.
Rachel
This is what happens. Every time I try to break out, the sirens howl.
The dogs grit their teeth at me,
For adding extra hours to their daily jobs sniffling at grime and filth.
I just want to be left in the dark, so I can run deeper into my delusions,
but the spotlights can’t wait to hunt me down.
I’m their prey, and can’t wait to close in on me, and engulf me forever.
I don’t want to be here. Anywhere but here.
break free from the pain get away from toxicity get out of jail prison get away run run run break away from the things that bind you and keep you from what you love most
Julie
“i think we are about to breakout in a sex” A mumbled next to me.
Before he could say another word, one of the guys from the rival flips the table and every starts fighting.
“lets go” A screams and we start to fight and rush out.
As we run thru the restaurant door, we are met with more people from the other crew. Navigating the streets dodging the ones swinging their umbrellas turned weapon as well as random tourists in shock, I separate from A.
I get cornered right by the old toy store on the block. The toys from the shop window were one of the early memories i had when we would visit my grandfather. Now I noticed the toys only in passing as i am getting corned by misc punches and kicks.
Breaking out of prison, just watched a documentary about getting drugs into prison actually. Or a breakout of spots, why do adverts always call it a breakout? Ohhh that choc – oh no, maybe it was called break away
Sarah James
time to break out of the hobby mode and turn my business into a BUSINESS in 2017 !!!!
sue jungmann
this term refers to the rather uncomfortable acne conditions of young adulthood. While no one relishes a breakout, solace can be achieved when you consider that once out of the teen years, such happenstance will disappear leaving only an annoying embarrassment with which you can entertain your own offspring as they suffer a similar fate.
Maria Morrison
I’m breaking out of this pattern, breaking out of the mold, breaking out of the cages, the chains, the fetters, the locks, the keys, the expectations and the reality. I’m breaking through walls, breaking down doors, breaking into my own mind and my own will. Breaking out of my mold, what I’m seeing, breaking out all over my face.
Freedom and courage to start new, to realize your potential and have a fresh slate, a new opportunity, and time to make amends, time to forget who you were and begin being who you want to be.
Katie
They were almost there.
Kel was not giving up now, not after the hell they’ve been through. “Hold on, Millie, we’re almost there.”
Millie obeyed, yet she didn’t respond. Kel didn’t know what she had in mind. They wouldn’t make it in this rate.
She let go.
Cree
Breakout album, I think to myself. That’ll happen sure enough. Of course it will. I’ll be a success, I’ll be famous, I’ll be everything I’ve wanted to be since I learned to want. My family won’t be secretly ashamed of me. I won’t have to listen to my father stuttering over the phone to my grandparents when they ask about me. People won’t have to ask about me. My answers will lie across channels for all to see.
what the hell is this on my face? on my body? something crazy is going on. nasty puss filled ooze invading my existence. Be gone! I hate you!
braz3n
She admired her work. It wasn’t bad, she thought. But the lumps were obvious. She couldn’t have them, not today. Any other day she could have breakouts, but today she had to look her best.
The rain fell heavily on the ground. Jay took one last look down the hallway and snuck out of the room. His parents didnt understand his need to be free from their watchful eyes.
Rachel
That’s a good word because when I was sitting here waiting for it to load and thinking about what I’d write and why I started wondering what the purpose is of all this. All this single-word brainstorming. Do any of these paragraphs become novels? Do any of these people become authors? Are they authors already? Procrastination was my favorite sin when I was writing more. Writing became its own procrastination–as long as it sending a few more perfunctory breaths into the cloying corpse of the story I was working on. As long as it wasn’t submitting to the tyranny of the writing advice. “Write for 5 hours a day, whether or not you feel inspired. Sit in front of your desk and stare at empty paper if need be.” Is that so? Is that the secret? To turn this little ember of inspiration into coal and then stamp it flat and sell it as pencil lead? To turn the escape into the pursuer. Might as well just get a real job.
I broke out again,
swelled up red-moons imposing on my new moons,
theres a north star that shines brighter than my face’s redmoons,
its when I open up my mind to
the entirety of galaxies,
then my break outs,
reverse themselves,
as long as water is reversible,
then our bodies pour into doors like water in ceramic crucibles.
the breakout from my bank account’s face pimples
hindered the onlooker, its most prized companion,
my eyes,
a glance that I had to endure,
even though water from the well dries
there’s always green grass circling around the well’s cement fortress
to these hard-for-hearing luxuries,
I never attest,
the world is an infinite sea of pleasure
we,
the,
aquatic life,
need swim until we find what we seek
not some meager bird to swoop us up and out of our wavering domains with its beak,
for a great coral of grand greenness,
is deep beneath the ocean,
for some gils,
flapping there comes easier because of wind currents passing through water
while other gils
must critically grow their own minds to sustain water velocity
beanstalk-guarding grand coral reefs,
reefs so green,
you’ll never breakout again.
Breakout of the cage you were placed in upon birth. Breakout of your slump that has affected all facets of your life. A breakout year is a year filled with ambition and hunger, trial and error, success and failure, and personal growth.
It was the fifteenth of may when miss gertrude mcfuzz discovered that horton the elephant had escaped. He had been a part of a massive breakout in the neighbourhood. But gertrude tried to save him, to preserve him.
Brittany Stebbins
Breakout act, she was everybody’s darling, she smiled at the cameras and swished her skirt just so and it was all over the newspapers by tomorrow morning. Break out. She had to break out, she felt so trapped inside her own skin, and her smiles never reached her eyes. They found her in bed with an empty bottle of sleeping pills and her mouth in a twisted grin.
stuck stuck stuck and enclosed in bad habits & thoughts. i want to breakout of my skeleton, shed from my skin. in a pink brain, with no windows for eyes, i see nothing but darkness and cluttered madness. let’s make a journey, breakout of this hell
I need to be out on my own. “Breakout’. How serendipitous. We’ve tried working together. And for whatever reason, we can’t seem to make it work. I’m not sure that I even like you anymore. I do. Of course I do. I love you. There’s just a block between us. It sucks.
Serephina
Break out of the normalcy of today and do something the shakes people in a good way. That’s what they’ve been yelling at me for the last year. I wanna be somebody but not in the conventional sense. I don’t want to climb the corporate ladder and wait forever. I need an answer that’s in the ether. Hmm
I broke out because of the baby wipes will wiping my face for bed.
jaycee
When something rests inside
and it wants to come out
let it
create
from dross comes glimmer and gleam
one must create
it is the only way to survive in this
world
that light inside
can case back more
than your own shadows
let it
I broke out in hives, thanks to my allergy of peanuts,. We rushed to the hospital thanks to the nurses epipen i was saved by Dr.Goldmen and his nurses.
grief is impossible to breakout of; at least not in a hurry. just when you think you’ve made it to the other side, the coin flips and you’re back where you came from… flat on your face.
breakout? like some viral virus or diseases breakout and ruin some infected areas?
To breakout or not to breakout. What does it mean to breakout? I’m not too sure to be honest but I do have an idea and it could be interpreted differently by whomever thinks about it. In this case, I believe it’s my time to breakout. It is high time I breakout of this constant repeat dread and make the rest of my life, the best of my life (reference: Eric Thomas).
set free
setting new intentions
taking charge
being fearless
Coming into the new year I think we can all relate to trying to breakout of old habits . It’s harder than I think most people think. Personally I’m trying to breakout of bad habits so I can get pregnant. I think giving up coffee will be the hardest one to give up. Also just eating healthier is going to be a challenge but also I’m up for that challenge. I[‘m scared but also so excited to start this new chapter of our lives. Hopefully this will go smoothly.
the inmate carefully masterminded his breakout from prison. he thought long and hard about it. When, where, how. it was all mapped in his brain.
leave
pull ahead
skin
succeed
Its the moment, the breakout moment, when it can all be left behind. The boy jumps onto the stage. He is terrified, he is scared. He plays and and jumps. He makes it. He did it. The moment where fear meets reality is here.
Don’t think, just write yo yo, I’m all good. I have no idea where my mind is going sometimes. I have balsamic vinegar in a bowl next to me. My holy grail is red wine vinegar. Fusion isn’t possible to sustain. We need to get on to Solar Energy. Fusion is too dangerous. Harness new technologies. I’d love to be involved with that someday in the future.
out of the house
out of this life
out of the expectations and pre conceived notions
for that day it snowed
and for the first time I saw the unique edges of each snowflake
and knew
that day
was certainly going to be
the day
that the swirling flurries took me along with them
let me taste the frosty freedom like you do
i whispered to them
and without a thought
i ran up and away
i felt the cold earth breathing in and out
and began to do so myself
and boy in that moment did i feel like
an angel
made of snow and ice
breaking through
breaking away
from my past self into
a new life
Right about now, I’d like to stage a breakout from my own brain. My very body—tight and twitching like an teen with Tourette’s—strikes back at its misfiring control center with pitiable impotency.
I want to breakout of my head, I want to be free. I keep over thinking every little detail. If I breakout I can find happiness and peace.
This is what happens. Every time I try to break out, the sirens howl.
The dogs grit their teeth at me,
For adding extra hours to their daily jobs sniffling at grime and filth.
I just want to be left in the dark, so I can run deeper into my delusions,
but the spotlights can’t wait to hunt me down.
I’m their prey, and can’t wait to close in on me, and engulf me forever.
I don’t want to be here. Anywhere but here.
break free from the pain get away from toxicity get out of jail prison get away run run run break away from the things that bind you and keep you from what you love most
“i think we are about to breakout in a sex” A mumbled next to me.
Before he could say another word, one of the guys from the rival flips the table and every starts fighting.
“lets go” A screams and we start to fight and rush out.
As we run thru the restaurant door, we are met with more people from the other crew. Navigating the streets dodging the ones swinging their umbrellas turned weapon as well as random tourists in shock, I separate from A.
I get cornered right by the old toy store on the block. The toys from the shop window were one of the early memories i had when we would visit my grandfather. Now I noticed the toys only in passing as i am getting corned by misc punches and kicks.
Breaking out of prison, just watched a documentary about getting drugs into prison actually. Or a breakout of spots, why do adverts always call it a breakout? Ohhh that choc – oh no, maybe it was called break away
time to break out of the hobby mode and turn my business into a BUSINESS in 2017 !!!!
this term refers to the rather uncomfortable acne conditions of young adulthood. While no one relishes a breakout, solace can be achieved when you consider that once out of the teen years, such happenstance will disappear leaving only an annoying embarrassment with which you can entertain your own offspring as they suffer a similar fate.
I’m breaking out of this pattern, breaking out of the mold, breaking out of the cages, the chains, the fetters, the locks, the keys, the expectations and the reality. I’m breaking through walls, breaking down doors, breaking into my own mind and my own will. Breaking out of my mold, what I’m seeing, breaking out all over my face.
PEACE
Freedom and courage to start new, to realize your potential and have a fresh slate, a new opportunity, and time to make amends, time to forget who you were and begin being who you want to be.
They were almost there.
Kel was not giving up now, not after the hell they’ve been through. “Hold on, Millie, we’re almost there.”
Millie obeyed, yet she didn’t respond. Kel didn’t know what she had in mind. They wouldn’t make it in this rate.
She let go.
Breakout album, I think to myself. That’ll happen sure enough. Of course it will. I’ll be a success, I’ll be famous, I’ll be everything I’ve wanted to be since I learned to want. My family won’t be secretly ashamed of me. I won’t have to listen to my father stuttering over the phone to my grandparents when they ask about me. People won’t have to ask about me. My answers will lie across channels for all to see.
what the hell is this on my face? on my body? something crazy is going on. nasty puss filled ooze invading my existence. Be gone! I hate you!
She admired her work. It wasn’t bad, she thought. But the lumps were obvious. She couldn’t have them, not today. Any other day she could have breakouts, but today she had to look her best.
The rain fell heavily on the ground. Jay took one last look down the hallway and snuck out of the room. His parents didnt understand his need to be free from their watchful eyes.
That’s a good word because when I was sitting here waiting for it to load and thinking about what I’d write and why I started wondering what the purpose is of all this. All this single-word brainstorming. Do any of these paragraphs become novels? Do any of these people become authors? Are they authors already? Procrastination was my favorite sin when I was writing more. Writing became its own procrastination–as long as it sending a few more perfunctory breaths into the cloying corpse of the story I was working on. As long as it wasn’t submitting to the tyranny of the writing advice. “Write for 5 hours a day, whether or not you feel inspired. Sit in front of your desk and stare at empty paper if need be.” Is that so? Is that the secret? To turn this little ember of inspiration into coal and then stamp it flat and sell it as pencil lead? To turn the escape into the pursuer. Might as well just get a real job.
I broke out again,
swelled up red-moons imposing on my new moons,
theres a north star that shines brighter than my face’s redmoons,
its when I open up my mind to
the entirety of galaxies,
then my break outs,
reverse themselves,
as long as water is reversible,
then our bodies pour into doors like water in ceramic crucibles.
the breakout from my bank account’s face pimples
hindered the onlooker, its most prized companion,
my eyes,
a glance that I had to endure,
even though water from the well dries
there’s always green grass circling around the well’s cement fortress
to these hard-for-hearing luxuries,
I never attest,
the world is an infinite sea of pleasure
we,
the,
aquatic life,
need swim until we find what we seek
not some meager bird to swoop us up and out of our wavering domains with its beak,
for a great coral of grand greenness,
is deep beneath the ocean,
for some gils,
flapping there comes easier because of wind currents passing through water
while other gils
must critically grow their own minds to sustain water velocity
beanstalk-guarding grand coral reefs,
reefs so green,
you’ll never breakout again.
Breakout of the cage you were placed in upon birth. Breakout of your slump that has affected all facets of your life. A breakout year is a year filled with ambition and hunger, trial and error, success and failure, and personal growth.
It was the fifteenth of may when miss gertrude mcfuzz discovered that horton the elephant had escaped. He had been a part of a massive breakout in the neighbourhood. But gertrude tried to save him, to preserve him.
Breakout act, she was everybody’s darling, she smiled at the cameras and swished her skirt just so and it was all over the newspapers by tomorrow morning. Break out. She had to break out, she felt so trapped inside her own skin, and her smiles never reached her eyes. They found her in bed with an empty bottle of sleeping pills and her mouth in a twisted grin.
I need to break out of this hole. It traps me and keeps getting deeper and deeper. I’m not going to give in to this death sentence I’ve given myself.
stuck stuck stuck and enclosed in bad habits & thoughts. i want to breakout of my skeleton, shed from my skin. in a pink brain, with no windows for eyes, i see nothing but darkness and cluttered madness. let’s make a journey, breakout of this hell
stuck stuck stuck and enclosed in bad habits & thoughts. i want to breakout of my skeleton, shed from my skin.
I need to be out on my own. “Breakout’. How serendipitous. We’ve tried working together. And for whatever reason, we can’t seem to make it work. I’m not sure that I even like you anymore. I do. Of course I do. I love you. There’s just a block between us. It sucks.
Break out of the normalcy of today and do something the shakes people in a good way. That’s what they’ve been yelling at me for the last year. I wanna be somebody but not in the conventional sense. I don’t want to climb the corporate ladder and wait forever. I need an answer that’s in the ether. Hmm
I broke out because of the baby wipes will wiping my face for bed.
When something rests inside
and it wants to come out
let it
create
from dross comes glimmer and gleam
one must create
it is the only way to survive in this
world
that light inside
can case back more
than your own shadows
let it
I broke out in hives, thanks to my allergy of peanuts,. We rushed to the hospital thanks to the nurses epipen i was saved by Dr.Goldmen and his nurses.