recharging my charge
an exhaustion of the exhausted
a momentary lapse of season
the endless pining for unending reason
my mind adrift on superstitions
charging stations and new addictions
matt m
Charging through the street
no time to take a breath
thoughts racing
flying
tumbling
through my head
which way was right?
Sophia
charging is a way to charge a phone, an iPad a computer, headphones,
Angie
They come towards me, charging.
The horns gleam, and I see the shine of polished bone, in the last seconds of my pain-free life.
The Running Of The Bulls really should have been the last thing on my bucket list- The Kicking of The Bucket.
Sparklespirit
The charging phone buzzed and vibrated as a incoming text arrived. I waited till it was done charging to check it though.
Kaitlyn
Charging is when something is running at you fast or when your computer is restoring power.
Devon Jenkins
Charging could mean you charge someone for something they bought.
dylon jenkins
When we go to sleep are body is pretty much charging and giving us energy for the next day so the less sleep we get the less energy we have.
Kaelyn
I feel like I’ve dug my own grave. In a car, on a highway to hell, charging, faster and faster until the only thing visible is my own hands, frozen on the steering wheel, terrified at the course I’m taking. How can I get out? Who will help me? A quiet voice whispers, “no one but you.”
Jonas
i charge my phone because the battery was low
matthias Yarashus
I was on the African savanna and a herd of wildebeest came charging at me, I started running then I noted the lions behind the wildebeest.
lemonjello
chargiding
Camila mila
I like it when I am charging my phone. Charging makes my phone less slow and makes it faster and I really enjoy it.
XOXO LOLLL I AM CHARGING MY BODY FOR JESUS HE CHARGED US UP TO BE WITH HIM FOR ETERNITY!!!!!!
Shawn
Phone charger plugged into the wall pumping energy into my brick. It is renewing my car or scooter. I am sleeping.
Sarah
Charging towards my dreams with the speed of light, and the escape velocity of the earth.
Shalini
“Are you charging me with a crime?” I ask. Silence is the reply. The gate guard will not remove his grip on my forearm. “No? Then why won’t you let me go?”
Falling tree blossoms catch on the wind, float to the ground in twists and spirals, and are crushed beneath the gate guard’s dirty boots as he leads me in the direction of his office. A quick glance at the dock tells me the ferry is gone for the night. What a mess. You said I should have stayed one more night and left in the morning. But for the life of me I’d scheduled that meeting so early. And here I am, neither on my way there nor with snuggled up with you, rather I’ve been detained, delayed, and confused.
The gate guard’s bland expression melts off with the rest of his face once he sits me down on the other side of his office desk. This is a surprise if ever there was one! His gleaming skull grins, “No more meetings for you, you’re dead and drowned. Your boat never made it. But don’t worry you were number 37 of 108. Now, we shall process your paperwork and onto the next life you go.”
March Dantz
His fingers tremble slightly as they hover over the keys, and I know it has nothing to do with cold or fear. It’s the anticipation. I know it well. I can see the outline of a thousand minuscule gears whir rapidly inside his skull, and watch as his fingertips tap idly at nothing. Practicing with the air. Warming up. Waiting for that buzz of energy to surge to his wrists, to create audible colours with black and white keys, to turn his thoughts into sound and fill the room with them. In this brief preceding silence I swear I can hear how fast his heart is going, and, in this moment, mine matches; I’m just as eager to hear.
recharging my charge
an exhaustion of the exhausted
a momentary lapse of season
the endless pining for unending reason
my mind adrift on superstitions
charging stations and new addictions
Charging through the street
no time to take a breath
thoughts racing
flying
tumbling
through my head
which way was right?
charging is a way to charge a phone, an iPad a computer, headphones,
They come towards me, charging.
The horns gleam, and I see the shine of polished bone, in the last seconds of my pain-free life.
The Running Of The Bulls really should have been the last thing on my bucket list- The Kicking of The Bucket.
The charging phone buzzed and vibrated as a incoming text arrived. I waited till it was done charging to check it though.
Charging is when something is running at you fast or when your computer is restoring power.
Charging could mean you charge someone for something they bought.
When we go to sleep are body is pretty much charging and giving us energy for the next day so the less sleep we get the less energy we have.
I feel like I’ve dug my own grave. In a car, on a highway to hell, charging, faster and faster until the only thing visible is my own hands, frozen on the steering wheel, terrified at the course I’m taking. How can I get out? Who will help me? A quiet voice whispers, “no one but you.”
i charge my phone because the battery was low
I was on the African savanna and a herd of wildebeest came charging at me, I started running then I noted the lions behind the wildebeest.
chargiding
I like it when I am charging my phone. Charging makes my phone less slow and makes it faster and I really enjoy it.
XOXO LOLLL I AM CHARGING MY BODY FOR JESUS HE CHARGED US UP TO BE WITH HIM FOR ETERNITY!!!!!!
Phone charger plugged into the wall pumping energy into my brick. It is renewing my car or scooter. I am sleeping.
Charging towards my dreams with the speed of light, and the escape velocity of the earth.
“Are you charging me with a crime?” I ask. Silence is the reply. The gate guard will not remove his grip on my forearm. “No? Then why won’t you let me go?”
Falling tree blossoms catch on the wind, float to the ground in twists and spirals, and are crushed beneath the gate guard’s dirty boots as he leads me in the direction of his office. A quick glance at the dock tells me the ferry is gone for the night. What a mess. You said I should have stayed one more night and left in the morning. But for the life of me I’d scheduled that meeting so early. And here I am, neither on my way there nor with snuggled up with you, rather I’ve been detained, delayed, and confused.
The gate guard’s bland expression melts off with the rest of his face once he sits me down on the other side of his office desk. This is a surprise if ever there was one! His gleaming skull grins, “No more meetings for you, you’re dead and drowned. Your boat never made it. But don’t worry you were number 37 of 108. Now, we shall process your paperwork and onto the next life you go.”
His fingers tremble slightly as they hover over the keys, and I know it has nothing to do with cold or fear. It’s the anticipation. I know it well. I can see the outline of a thousand minuscule gears whir rapidly inside his skull, and watch as his fingertips tap idly at nothing. Practicing with the air. Warming up. Waiting for that buzz of energy to surge to his wrists, to create audible colours with black and white keys, to turn his thoughts into sound and fill the room with them. In this brief preceding silence I swear I can hear how fast his heart is going, and, in this moment, mine matches; I’m just as eager to hear.