Everything was all in calamity. The cooks were throwing the frying pans across the kitchen, and the chickens were running around with their heads inches in front of their bodies, squawking as though their lives depended on it. A tall, dark man walked in and stood in the doorway. He cleared his throat, and all at once, things fell into a hush.
a disaster something you could never plan on happenibg something groundreaking taht will possibly later your life and make it so that you could never cptinue to live the ways that uou used to who can help you restore that old life and get over the disasyter what steps remain this wasnt epected and thats what makes it so horrbiel and unfair and you wish you could turn back time
devon
“Holy Calamity. Scream Insanity. All you’re ever gonna be, is another great fan of me.” When I’m big, you all are gonna look up at me. You all are gonna wish you treated me better. You all are gonna wish you became my friend. You all are gonna wish I didn’t remember you…but for now it’s just a song. One day.
For there is calamity brewing in the east,
‘Tis a calamity so great that it would kill thousands.
A calamity so evil that it will not let anything survive
For it is the calamity brought on by humans.
A calamity that we cannot be saved from.
I hear your words and think of nothing. How such calamity have come to pass. I have been faithful and determined. This is what I get for being so generous. Not any more, from now on I will let go of any binding contract with you. From now on I will be free.
Uh i don’t know. Isn’t that like getting used to something. I m pretty sure it is. Almost positive. I’ve heard it before.. Somewhere.
Anh
being calm..state of being calm
amy tingen
ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.
marisa34
ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.
marisa34
calamity sounds like calamine lotion to me.
calamity seems to describe my life at the moment.
theres no peace or sense of peace in my life.
all i feel is inner turmoil and struggle.
there seems to be a reaching, like im reaching out towards what will bring me peace or at the least relieve the turmoil inside but it is eluding my grasp to no end
what will bring me this peace though?
Harsh words and broken laughter and oh so much blood. Pooled everywhere, filling the air with it’s metallic tang. Had he not known some of the victims here, he would have considered it a work of art. A visceral, terrifying piece of art, but beautiful all the same. But he had known these men. Had fallen in love with these children. Watched those women with envious eyes. He had known these families and the loss was a calamity that shook him to the very core.
Revenge? No.
What he had in mind was something far worse than such.
There was a disturbance in the force when I decided to sniff it. I had sworn to never go down this hole but since I had been there somewhat before on a different plane I decided to unlock the door. A sniff later the lock fell. Down the rabbit hole I went. Vision fading as my head kissed the pillow. Ketamine was odd.
J Gatsby
This world we live in is one big pot of anger and pain. Just turning and boiling as we spinning on the axis. Where are we going? The only place I see is hell. Too many warriors not enough healers if you ask me. We need peace.
Destruction and force coming down so strong. What am I left to do but pick up the peices left by the devastation. The grief striken feeling left in my gut.
To be honest. I don’t know what the word mean, but for some reason it makes me think of something that’s very calm and surreal. Peaceful and almost distant. It sounds like its meant to be a word that brings everyone to a nice standstill.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Houses were torn apart, roof shingles and broken glass from windows scattered everywhere. Fallen trees has strewn leaves and branches on the many lawns and streets of the town, and lampposts, mailboxes and lawn ornaments had been all but totally obliterated. But the worst part was how the water has visibly impacted everything, spreading her foamy fingers over every part of the town and leaving soaked destruction in her wake.
Julianne
we held our breath for too long,
the whole time breathing only with our lungs.
Calamity is and interesting word. It’s connotation being something along the lines of ‘mass destruction, terrible misfortune, the end of the world. etc’. Also giving the knowledgeable a sense of dread,despair, and even excitement. All in one tiny word.
she was a walking calamity but a fabulous one
lurching and flirting from party to party,
from arm to arm
charming everyone she met
with her soft eyes and her easy smile
Tasting the air, the blues bleed in.
They steep like tea, changing it all into an effervescent
sparkling, miraculous stain
that marks your hands, your chest, your eyes…
God, your eyes.
Your eyes sting vapourously
burn my lungs
scorch my cheeks.
“Calcifer” they whisper
and they are gone, leaving sunspots.
Wave my hand through them, they dissapate.
Unknowingly, we were thrust together,
madly clamouring for a sense of touching
but feeling none.
We grew frusterated
scratching and grasping
at clothes, hair, skin
pulling and pushing
breathing hard and growing warm
bashing and pinching until
our skin is paper
soaking up ink.
We fell when we saw ourselves in the other’s wide eyes
we sob opalescent tears that, despite ourselves
we lick off our cheeks.
Until we,
Exhausted and sore,
at last fall asleep.
It was a disaster, pure and simple. No one was going to come, no one cared, and no one gave a damn. The fact that she’d been planning the event for months as of no importance. Calamity. It seemed to befall her wherever she went.
Elizabeth Petruy
What a calamity. i literally can’t think. this is terrifying. i never expected this to happen and here we are. five days after the wedding and. calamity. there is literally no hope left and i doubt that i can come back after this. what happened happened, but i’m not sure if it should have. what could i have one differently? did i want to do anything differently? will we ever really know? maybe this was all for the best. maybe what i needed was to get away but this is a calamity and really it is nothing else.
ellen
“This wasn’t how it should have gone. This wasn’t how it was meant.”
“Well, calm down Eloise. You’ll be fine.”
“No. No. It’s a disaster. A calamity,” Eloise said. “What should I do. Oh, what should I do?”
Stephanie Jennifer
There was a calamity in the house this morning. It was the result of a small sheet of paper, left in the pocket of a coat, which got put into the washing machine, along with a lot of other clothes, which are all now slightly pink.
tonykeyesjapan
It was a calamity. A disaster. A catastrophe. And no one know exactly what happened. The mess was everywhere: on the cupboards, on the stove, running down the dishwasher, all over the floor and even into the groves of the floorboards. It was sticky like honey.
rachelzana
her death, though inevitable, was a calamity. everything that led up to that point cease to matter. the disaster was all there was/is. i stood still. time stood with me. the moment paused longer than necessary. it’s still in pause. i fight to press play again but the button sticks.
it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….
John Fraser
it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….
John Fraser
ThE calamity of me. I feel freely unspoken
My heart trembles I seize up
Calamity, Explosion!
Why is the world betting its last hopes on one
Now is all you have forever.
Whoever you are.
WHAT DOSE THIS WORLD MEAN?
i honestly have no idea and because i dont know i am unable to write about said word ….. will YOU help me?
teach me this foreign thing. show me the steps and i will follow. dont just leave me behind.
Calamity? What the heck is that?
Oh. I see.
A disaster. Booooooommmmmmmm.
Yeah… I can’t take this seriously.
It’s kind of funny how everyone else does, yet they’re not really that good at writing. It’s amusing though.
*shrugs*
Calamity was a dog. A friend to all, he never bit a fly. To some, he was crazy. But, no. He was calamity.
Bekah Loker
Jane I have no idea what this word means apart from Calamity Jane that musical thing. They done it at my school once but I wasn’t there to see it for some reason. I can’t remember where I was. Maybe on holiday or something. Anyway most of my friends were in it, Holly, Fiona and maybe Sally? Actually I think maybe I did manage to see it. I definitely got to see the rehearsal for it and they were pretty good.
Murray
I can feel it in the air
like that strange calm
before the storm.
something’s going to happen, he says.
no duh, a storm.
no, he says, something more
a disaster, he says
that’s specific.
he frowns,
just pretend, please.
Fine. a giant turtle will eat all the grass in the entire world
he scoffs,
no. more like
an apocalypse,
when everyone
in the world
will hold their breath
as that feeling overcomes them
because they know
something
will happen and it
will be bad
and nothing will
ever be the same.
yes, like a storm.
A worldwide storm? nothing ever the same?
yes.
you’re impossible.
What a change omitting of the one “a” would make – calamity becomes calmity
No chaos, no stress, no calamity, just calmity, rest, contentment.
Oh, and how completely different and comical the other “a” – calamity becomes clamity
Pertaining to and of a clam perhaps? It was a clamity soup. Surely it couldn’t have been a clammy soup?
He hugs me from behind and whispers in my ear “Plan for the worst, but expect the best.” Even so, the phrase doesn’t strike me quite right. He treats me like I’m a child sometimes, but we didn’t grow up together. So he doesn’t fully understand the ways in which I think.
Did I even have a childhood that allowed me to expect the best? I lived like precocious gypsy and absorbed everything around me. One time I spent the weekend with a friend in Nuremberg. I was 9, maybe 10. The autumnal colors of the city played side-by-side in my mind’s eye with gritty black and white footage taken at the height of Hitler’s power. Mine was a childhood coated with history’s soot and grime, and marred by lingering memories of many wars. What if a calamity isn’t all that sudden, like a Blitzkrieg, what if it’s just a case of expecting the best so you don’t know just how bad the worst can get, and so you fail to adequately plan for it?
Maybe that’s why these words won’t arrange themselves to align on the side of right and come to a peaceful place within my mind.
Everything was all in calamity. The cooks were throwing the frying pans across the kitchen, and the chickens were running around with their heads inches in front of their bodies, squawking as though their lives depended on it. A tall, dark man walked in and stood in the doorway. He cleared his throat, and all at once, things fell into a hush.
a disaster something you could never plan on happenibg something groundreaking taht will possibly later your life and make it so that you could never cptinue to live the ways that uou used to who can help you restore that old life and get over the disasyter what steps remain this wasnt epected and thats what makes it so horrbiel and unfair and you wish you could turn back time
“Holy Calamity. Scream Insanity. All you’re ever gonna be, is another great fan of me.” When I’m big, you all are gonna look up at me. You all are gonna wish you treated me better. You all are gonna wish you became my friend. You all are gonna wish I didn’t remember you…but for now it’s just a song. One day.
For there is calamity brewing in the east,
‘Tis a calamity so great that it would kill thousands.
A calamity so evil that it will not let anything survive
For it is the calamity brought on by humans.
A calamity that we cannot be saved from.
I hear your words and think of nothing. How such calamity have come to pass. I have been faithful and determined. This is what I get for being so generous. Not any more, from now on I will let go of any binding contract with you. From now on I will be free.
This is a calamity!! We need to chill more!!
Uh i don’t know. Isn’t that like getting used to something. I m pretty sure it is. Almost positive. I’ve heard it before.. Somewhere.
being calm..state of being calm
ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.
ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.
calamity sounds like calamine lotion to me.
calamity seems to describe my life at the moment.
theres no peace or sense of peace in my life.
all i feel is inner turmoil and struggle.
there seems to be a reaching, like im reaching out towards what will bring me peace or at the least relieve the turmoil inside but it is eluding my grasp to no end
what will bring me this peace though?
Harsh words and broken laughter and oh so much blood. Pooled everywhere, filling the air with it’s metallic tang. Had he not known some of the victims here, he would have considered it a work of art. A visceral, terrifying piece of art, but beautiful all the same. But he had known these men. Had fallen in love with these children. Watched those women with envious eyes. He had known these families and the loss was a calamity that shook him to the very core.
Revenge? No.
What he had in mind was something far worse than such.
There was a disturbance in the force when I decided to sniff it. I had sworn to never go down this hole but since I had been there somewhat before on a different plane I decided to unlock the door. A sniff later the lock fell. Down the rabbit hole I went. Vision fading as my head kissed the pillow. Ketamine was odd.
This world we live in is one big pot of anger and pain. Just turning and boiling as we spinning on the axis. Where are we going? The only place I see is hell. Too many warriors not enough healers if you ask me. We need peace.
Destruction and force coming down so strong. What am I left to do but pick up the peices left by the devastation. The grief striken feeling left in my gut.
My mind is CALAMITY, please don’t you mind!.
To be honest. I don’t know what the word mean, but for some reason it makes me think of something that’s very calm and surreal. Peaceful and almost distant. It sounds like its meant to be a word that brings everyone to a nice standstill.
What a calamity, money is such a headache!
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Houses were torn apart, roof shingles and broken glass from windows scattered everywhere. Fallen trees has strewn leaves and branches on the many lawns and streets of the town, and lampposts, mailboxes and lawn ornaments had been all but totally obliterated. But the worst part was how the water has visibly impacted everything, spreading her foamy fingers over every part of the town and leaving soaked destruction in her wake.
we held our breath for too long,
the whole time breathing only with our lungs.
Calamity is and interesting word. It’s connotation being something along the lines of ‘mass destruction, terrible misfortune, the end of the world. etc’. Also giving the knowledgeable a sense of dread,despair, and even excitement. All in one tiny word.
she was a walking calamity but a fabulous one
lurching and flirting from party to party,
from arm to arm
charming everyone she met
with her soft eyes and her easy smile
Tasting the air, the blues bleed in.
They steep like tea, changing it all into an effervescent
sparkling, miraculous stain
that marks your hands, your chest, your eyes…
God, your eyes.
Your eyes sting vapourously
burn my lungs
scorch my cheeks.
“Calcifer” they whisper
and they are gone, leaving sunspots.
Wave my hand through them, they dissapate.
Unknowingly, we were thrust together,
madly clamouring for a sense of touching
but feeling none.
We grew frusterated
scratching and grasping
at clothes, hair, skin
pulling and pushing
breathing hard and growing warm
bashing and pinching until
our skin is paper
soaking up ink.
We fell when we saw ourselves in the other’s wide eyes
we sob opalescent tears that, despite ourselves
we lick off our cheeks.
Until we,
Exhausted and sore,
at last fall asleep.
It was a disaster, pure and simple. No one was going to come, no one cared, and no one gave a damn. The fact that she’d been planning the event for months as of no importance. Calamity. It seemed to befall her wherever she went.
What a calamity. i literally can’t think. this is terrifying. i never expected this to happen and here we are. five days after the wedding and. calamity. there is literally no hope left and i doubt that i can come back after this. what happened happened, but i’m not sure if it should have. what could i have one differently? did i want to do anything differently? will we ever really know? maybe this was all for the best. maybe what i needed was to get away but this is a calamity and really it is nothing else.
“This wasn’t how it should have gone. This wasn’t how it was meant.”
“Well, calm down Eloise. You’ll be fine.”
“No. No. It’s a disaster. A calamity,” Eloise said. “What should I do. Oh, what should I do?”
There was a calamity in the house this morning. It was the result of a small sheet of paper, left in the pocket of a coat, which got put into the washing machine, along with a lot of other clothes, which are all now slightly pink.
It was a calamity. A disaster. A catastrophe. And no one know exactly what happened. The mess was everywhere: on the cupboards, on the stove, running down the dishwasher, all over the floor and even into the groves of the floorboards. It was sticky like honey.
her death, though inevitable, was a calamity. everything that led up to that point cease to matter. the disaster was all there was/is. i stood still. time stood with me. the moment paused longer than necessary. it’s still in pause. i fight to press play again but the button sticks.
it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….
it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….
ThE calamity of me. I feel freely unspoken
My heart trembles I seize up
Calamity, Explosion!
Why is the world betting its last hopes on one
Now is all you have forever.
Whoever you are.
WHAT DOSE THIS WORLD MEAN?
i honestly have no idea and because i dont know i am unable to write about said word ….. will YOU help me?
teach me this foreign thing. show me the steps and i will follow. dont just leave me behind.
Calamity? What the heck is that?
Oh. I see.
A disaster. Booooooommmmmmmm.
Yeah… I can’t take this seriously.
It’s kind of funny how everyone else does, yet they’re not really that good at writing. It’s amusing though.
*shrugs*
I am one. But just one.
But not one. I am many.
Who is she, me, I?
I am a blank slate.
I am a thick book.
I like much, but I live only once.
Once I die, but many lives I lead.
Calamity was a dog. A friend to all, he never bit a fly. To some, he was crazy. But, no. He was calamity.
Jane I have no idea what this word means apart from Calamity Jane that musical thing. They done it at my school once but I wasn’t there to see it for some reason. I can’t remember where I was. Maybe on holiday or something. Anyway most of my friends were in it, Holly, Fiona and maybe Sally? Actually I think maybe I did manage to see it. I definitely got to see the rehearsal for it and they were pretty good.
I can feel it in the air
like that strange calm
before the storm.
something’s going to happen, he says.
no duh, a storm.
no, he says, something more
a disaster, he says
that’s specific.
he frowns,
just pretend, please.
Fine. a giant turtle will eat all the grass in the entire world
he scoffs,
no. more like
an apocalypse,
when everyone
in the world
will hold their breath
as that feeling overcomes them
because they know
something
will happen and it
will be bad
and nothing will
ever be the same.
yes, like a storm.
A worldwide storm? nothing ever the same?
yes.
you’re impossible.
Calamity.
What a change omitting of the one “a” would make – calamity becomes calmity
No chaos, no stress, no calamity, just calmity, rest, contentment.
Oh, and how completely different and comical the other “a” – calamity becomes clamity
Pertaining to and of a clam perhaps? It was a clamity soup. Surely it couldn’t have been a clammy soup?
He hugs me from behind and whispers in my ear “Plan for the worst, but expect the best.” Even so, the phrase doesn’t strike me quite right. He treats me like I’m a child sometimes, but we didn’t grow up together. So he doesn’t fully understand the ways in which I think.
Did I even have a childhood that allowed me to expect the best? I lived like precocious gypsy and absorbed everything around me. One time I spent the weekend with a friend in Nuremberg. I was 9, maybe 10. The autumnal colors of the city played side-by-side in my mind’s eye with gritty black and white footage taken at the height of Hitler’s power. Mine was a childhood coated with history’s soot and grime, and marred by lingering memories of many wars. What if a calamity isn’t all that sudden, like a Blitzkrieg, what if it’s just a case of expecting the best so you don’t know just how bad the worst can get, and so you fail to adequately plan for it?
Maybe that’s why these words won’t arrange themselves to align on the side of right and come to a peaceful place within my mind.