what to write about collapse? do i write about when my heart collapsed? do i write about when my lungs collapsed? do i write about when all my dreams collapsed and i was left as nothing more than a weak, broken corpse
Sumaiya
I just want to collapse. Like a panda when she has had too much bamboo. It’s on Tuesday. Tuesday is hump day. Pandas don’t like to hump. Actually that may be a lie. They probably just collapse on each other. Am I allowed to say that ?
Pei Pei
I felt myself collapse – my feet bend, my legs sway to the sides – and suddenly I was on the floor. I wasn’t sure what was happening – the world was spinning, and everything seemed strangely blurry. As I struggled to get up, I felt a hand on my arm.
“Katie, are you alright?”
I felt myself collapse – my feet bend, my legs sway to the sides – and suddenly I was on the floor. I wasn’t sure what was happening – the world was spinning, and everything seemed strangely blurry. As I struggled to get up, I felt a hand on my arm.
“Katie, are you alright?”
Hannah
It had been the longest day of her life. As she walked into her apartment, it took all the energy she had not to collapse on the floor on the foyer. It’s wasn’t that she was exhausted at all, in fact, her adrenalin was rocketing through the ceiling. It was the intensness of his eyes when he looked at her, it was his smile and its sincerity for her, that made her weak in the knees.
Stella
Like a tower of Jenga tiles after a bad move, my heart began to collapse when I heard the news of her impending nuptials. I just assumed that, that would be us, I guess not!
‘Swoosh’, the tsunami wave came crashing into the small seaside town. There were screams of terror, and screams of help. You could hear the squeal of tires as cars tried to rush out. It was deafening. Small buildings collapsed under the weight and strength of the water. The wave was 30 meters tall and was going at a terrific speed! There was no stopping that wave. In one minute flat you could only see debris and palm trees floating in the turbulent waters.
I feel like I could collapse. I feel like the universe could collapse. Without you everything I know, everything I want just crumbles and falls and I feel unstable and the nothingness you left behind eats me up. Please don’t go. Please don’t let me fall. Without you my whole world will collapse.
Emily
Collapse. When my father fell to the floor in the living room. Collapse. My life now that he’s gone. Collapse. My emotions and my purpose. Collapse. Dreams. Collapse. Hopes. Collapse. Reason.
Anna
Although Matt had faulted him for taking Lucy too lightly, Doyle was no fool. Since he had been tricked into possibly being implicated in a murder, many would assume he would be dying to get out of the whole mess, to flee to someplace where he would never be found. But Doyle had a stubborn streak, and would risk being taken captive rather than deprive himself of his freedom by hiding from those who pursued him. He knew he was up against a powerful organisation, and that he could not outrun it, so he would have to engineer its collapse. For that, he needed to build a more powerful machine of his own.
tonykeyesjapan
And later, you will wonder as you collapse into yourself–as your cells and neurons explode together to create galaxies–you will wonder if it really was all worth it. If he was worth it. If it is ever worth it to give up the entirety of your life for something so out of reach.
Jordan
Whenever I endulge in guilty pleasures I overdose and collapse as if my battery is low and sleep gets me to recharge.
Melvin
CAPTIVE.
You all know what I am thinking. Because I have become so tragically predictable. You’d think I would be able to open my mind for just a second, to stretch myself. But no. Back to the same old, same old. Its him. I wish my will was my own, but I have surrendered it. To that adulterous policeman with the killer smile. Not willingly mind you. I don’t think I meant to do it. And it frustrates me to be this way. To be honest I wish I didn’t give a flying f*** about him. But here I am. His captive. Pitiful. Waiting here for someone who will never hold out his hand, who will never even come.
She was my friend. We loved each other. Often times a little too much. We let everything intertwine; time, laughter, dreams and opinions. And they are always the things that ruin everything, aren’t they? Opinions. You can keep stacking them up, one on top of the other. You can build the great wall of respect. But it only takes one. One differing view on matters of the heart, about the affair that you had or the way her husband talks to her, and it causes the wall to collapse under the weight of wounded egos. You can pretend to keep the friendship afterwards, for appearance sake. But you both know there is nothing left to climb. You are just walking around in the rubble, searching for the exit.
this reminds me of a horrible time in my life where i had larynx spazms and i couldnt breathe and i felt like everything was collapsing in on me. my throat, my life, my success. that word is a symbol of my weakness.
Sonja
I started to sweat uncontrollably. I was dizzy, and my vision was blurring. I lost feeling in my limbs, but somehow they felt heavy, like they were weighing me down. When it finally came time to stand up I immediately fell to the ground.
mel
i collapse in his arms after i found out that my sister died in a horrible car accident. I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back. Im so lucky to have him.s
Yasmine Tremblay
He collapsed, gasping, fingers and toes splayed and aching. He was pretty sure there was no more skin on his middle knuckle, and he might have lost a toenail.
He ground his chin against the dusty rock and tipped his head back, gasping as the wind at the top of the peak filled his lungs for him. He saw the whole world spread out beneath him.
Hazel at the beginning is down and and collapsed at the beginning because of cancer, than became depressed.
Erin
Mrs waters: when she found out that her daughter almost died and she just collapse
hazel grace: when Gus was sick and died and she just emotionally collapsed
mookie
Hazel collapsed on the ground because the water filled up in her lungs and she could not breath.
Kaylani
when Hazel Callapse out when she was laying in the hospital bed
Jemma
hazel collapses when she is very sick and cant fight anymore she ends up in a coma
hazel mentally collapses when her whole world is shattered
maddy
Hazel collapses on the ground because she faints from feeling to sick.
Celine
asalkvnSDOvjnsdnal/sckmma:Sma;
Leah
He stood out on the edge of the pier staring at the horizon. For a long time he simply stood, the sun beating down and draining the energy from him. Finally, he slipped to his knees and then collapsed into the ocean.
I’ve done this.
I’ve been here before.
Why?
Why?
What is wrong with me?
Why does my mind run around in circles?
I don’t want to carry on like this.
If I can call down then maybe I should.
Just give up.
poppetpup
I fell down. In the middle of the supermarket. Gone. I’d finished. Had enough. It was over. The security came over, asked what the matter was. I opened my bag. Let them look inside. I had stolen a bag of apples. I hated apples.
poppetpup
i started crying a week ago and can’t stop, it won’t stop coming out, why, why? is it college, is it the stress, roommates, workload, exams, the seventh-layer hell of this cold campus on sunny fall days? is it how warm my sheets are compared to the unheated dorms? is it how ugly i am compared to everyone else? is it how few friends i’ve made? is it how far i am from home? i don’t know i don’t know. i’m collapsing, disgusting, under the weight of everything i’ve made and have yet to make. don’t let me die yet. just don’t.
I collapsed in pain. Not physical, but emotional, soul-tourturing pain. The kind that makes you weak at the knees. The kind that makes you….collapse.
Emilynn
The building was starting to collapse, and I was trapped. I’d been hoping Kazuo had made it out already, but to my horror he appeared in the doorway.
My breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing here? Get out!”
I’ll never forget the look on his face.
“I said go!”
He didn’t move.
“Please, get away from here, it’s not safe!”
The building creaked above me, and I winced, squeezing my eyes shut. There was a horrible moaning noise emanating from above. Still he didn’t leave.
“You can still make it!” There was a hole in the rubble, just big enough for him to squeeze through. But my shoulders were too wide; I’d never make it.
“Go! Go, please, get out of here!”
He moved a step closer, then another, then stumblingly ran the last few paces and pressed himself into my arms, trembling. I buried my face in his fur; this was the last thing I remembered as the rubble crashed down around me and my dog.
ephemeral
Collapse is a rather dramatic word, reminiscent of disney princesses throwing themselves on the floor & crying. Collapse reminds me of how I felt when we broke up. My body and my mind could do nothing else.
dh
She fell to the floor,
“give her some room!” the small man knelt down to check for a beat, no beat
:someone call 911!” he looked around frantically but no on ebudfted. He couldn’t let this happen.
He pointed to a woman with a child on her hip. “You!” he pointed at her all his focus pointed at her “call 911 NOW!”
He looked around and saw another business man just standing there, another pinpoint of focus on him, “You, help me keep people back, Now!” the man immedietly turned to help, not entirely sure why he was doing what he was doing, he was no confrontation man.
Greg looked up, not surpised but happy to know his control had not deserted him.
After the latest economic collapse, I found myself living in an admittedly rather spacious tent on the corner of one of the busiest, craziest streets in the city. Everyone was scrambling for something. For money, for food, for clothing, for survival. I kept myself huddled beneath my tarp canvas, eating cold and congealed soup from a can and doing my best to keep warm beneath a sleeping bag that was older than I was.
Belinda Roddie
It’s that feeling of your feet just dragging along behind you…unable to catch up with the rest of your physical being. You just want to collapse on to the floor and stare at the ceiling contemplating all of the things in life that you might have done differently. What’s important though, is that you rise from the inevitable collapses that life is going to bring and better yourself for others, but most importantly better yourself for YOU.
Theresa
Love and life, collapse and strife
Sarah
It was only a matter of minutes, before the exhaustion became too much. She had fully intended to make a cup of tea after their first run together, but instead collapsed onto the couch, face first. All she could hear was a chuckle behind her.
Naeka
The collapse of her motivation wasn’t something sudden; it didn’t just blow up and disappear in a great cloud of explosive fragments of her dreams one day. Rather, it withered ever so slightly day by day as each tiny goal and miniature objective she set forth or held in her mind in the morning was swept away by the great rushing indifference of the world at large, which needed her to do THIS thing at THIS time, now now now and to hell with her wants…it was erosive, that collapse, but catasrophic.
what to write about collapse? do i write about when my heart collapsed? do i write about when my lungs collapsed? do i write about when all my dreams collapsed and i was left as nothing more than a weak, broken corpse
I just want to collapse. Like a panda when she has had too much bamboo. It’s on Tuesday. Tuesday is hump day. Pandas don’t like to hump. Actually that may be a lie. They probably just collapse on each other. Am I allowed to say that ?
I felt myself collapse – my feet bend, my legs sway to the sides – and suddenly I was on the floor. I wasn’t sure what was happening – the world was spinning, and everything seemed strangely blurry. As I struggled to get up, I felt a hand on my arm.
“Katie, are you alright?”
I felt myself collapse – my feet bend, my legs sway to the sides – and suddenly I was on the floor. I wasn’t sure what was happening – the world was spinning, and everything seemed strangely blurry. As I struggled to get up, I felt a hand on my arm.
“Katie, are you alright?”
It had been the longest day of her life. As she walked into her apartment, it took all the energy she had not to collapse on the floor on the foyer. It’s wasn’t that she was exhausted at all, in fact, her adrenalin was rocketing through the ceiling. It was the intensness of his eyes when he looked at her, it was his smile and its sincerity for her, that made her weak in the knees.
Like a tower of Jenga tiles after a bad move, my heart began to collapse when I heard the news of her impending nuptials. I just assumed that, that would be us, I guess not!
‘Swoosh’, the tsunami wave came crashing into the small seaside town. There were screams of terror, and screams of help. You could hear the squeal of tires as cars tried to rush out. It was deafening. Small buildings collapsed under the weight and strength of the water. The wave was 30 meters tall and was going at a terrific speed! There was no stopping that wave. In one minute flat you could only see debris and palm trees floating in the turbulent waters.
I feel like I could collapse. I feel like the universe could collapse. Without you everything I know, everything I want just crumbles and falls and I feel unstable and the nothingness you left behind eats me up. Please don’t go. Please don’t let me fall. Without you my whole world will collapse.
Collapse. When my father fell to the floor in the living room. Collapse. My life now that he’s gone. Collapse. My emotions and my purpose. Collapse. Dreams. Collapse. Hopes. Collapse. Reason.
Although Matt had faulted him for taking Lucy too lightly, Doyle was no fool. Since he had been tricked into possibly being implicated in a murder, many would assume he would be dying to get out of the whole mess, to flee to someplace where he would never be found. But Doyle had a stubborn streak, and would risk being taken captive rather than deprive himself of his freedom by hiding from those who pursued him. He knew he was up against a powerful organisation, and that he could not outrun it, so he would have to engineer its collapse. For that, he needed to build a more powerful machine of his own.
And later, you will wonder as you collapse into yourself–as your cells and neurons explode together to create galaxies–you will wonder if it really was all worth it. If he was worth it. If it is ever worth it to give up the entirety of your life for something so out of reach.
Whenever I endulge in guilty pleasures I overdose and collapse as if my battery is low and sleep gets me to recharge.
CAPTIVE.
You all know what I am thinking. Because I have become so tragically predictable. You’d think I would be able to open my mind for just a second, to stretch myself. But no. Back to the same old, same old. Its him. I wish my will was my own, but I have surrendered it. To that adulterous policeman with the killer smile. Not willingly mind you. I don’t think I meant to do it. And it frustrates me to be this way. To be honest I wish I didn’t give a flying f*** about him. But here I am. His captive. Pitiful. Waiting here for someone who will never hold out his hand, who will never even come.
The world is in collapse, I don’t know exactly why but people are thinging about many bad things and it is not good
She was my friend. We loved each other. Often times a little too much. We let everything intertwine; time, laughter, dreams and opinions. And they are always the things that ruin everything, aren’t they? Opinions. You can keep stacking them up, one on top of the other. You can build the great wall of respect. But it only takes one. One differing view on matters of the heart, about the affair that you had or the way her husband talks to her, and it causes the wall to collapse under the weight of wounded egos. You can pretend to keep the friendship afterwards, for appearance sake. But you both know there is nothing left to climb. You are just walking around in the rubble, searching for the exit.
this reminds me of a horrible time in my life where i had larynx spazms and i couldnt breathe and i felt like everything was collapsing in on me. my throat, my life, my success. that word is a symbol of my weakness.
I started to sweat uncontrollably. I was dizzy, and my vision was blurring. I lost feeling in my limbs, but somehow they felt heavy, like they were weighing me down. When it finally came time to stand up I immediately fell to the ground.
i collapse in his arms after i found out that my sister died in a horrible car accident. I cried into his shoulder as he rubbed my back. Im so lucky to have him.s
He collapsed, gasping, fingers and toes splayed and aching. He was pretty sure there was no more skin on his middle knuckle, and he might have lost a toenail.
He ground his chin against the dusty rock and tipped his head back, gasping as the wind at the top of the peak filled his lungs for him. He saw the whole world spread out beneath him.
Hazel at the beginning is down and and collapsed at the beginning because of cancer, than became depressed.
Mrs waters: when she found out that her daughter almost died and she just collapse
hazel grace: when Gus was sick and died and she just emotionally collapsed
Hazel collapsed on the ground because the water filled up in her lungs and she could not breath.
when Hazel Callapse out when she was laying in the hospital bed
hazel collapses when she is very sick and cant fight anymore she ends up in a coma
hazel mentally collapses when her whole world is shattered
Hazel collapses on the ground because she faints from feeling to sick.
asalkvnSDOvjnsdnal/sckmma:Sma;
He stood out on the edge of the pier staring at the horizon. For a long time he simply stood, the sun beating down and draining the energy from him. Finally, he slipped to his knees and then collapsed into the ocean.
I’ve done this.
I’ve been here before.
Why?
Why?
What is wrong with me?
Why does my mind run around in circles?
I don’t want to carry on like this.
If I can call down then maybe I should.
Just give up.
I fell down. In the middle of the supermarket. Gone. I’d finished. Had enough. It was over. The security came over, asked what the matter was. I opened my bag. Let them look inside. I had stolen a bag of apples. I hated apples.
i started crying a week ago and can’t stop, it won’t stop coming out, why, why? is it college, is it the stress, roommates, workload, exams, the seventh-layer hell of this cold campus on sunny fall days? is it how warm my sheets are compared to the unheated dorms? is it how ugly i am compared to everyone else? is it how few friends i’ve made? is it how far i am from home? i don’t know i don’t know. i’m collapsing, disgusting, under the weight of everything i’ve made and have yet to make. don’t let me die yet. just don’t.
I collapsed in pain. Not physical, but emotional, soul-tourturing pain. The kind that makes you weak at the knees. The kind that makes you….collapse.
The building was starting to collapse, and I was trapped. I’d been hoping Kazuo had made it out already, but to my horror he appeared in the doorway.
My breath caught in my throat. “What are you doing here? Get out!”
I’ll never forget the look on his face.
“I said go!”
He didn’t move.
“Please, get away from here, it’s not safe!”
The building creaked above me, and I winced, squeezing my eyes shut. There was a horrible moaning noise emanating from above. Still he didn’t leave.
“You can still make it!” There was a hole in the rubble, just big enough for him to squeeze through. But my shoulders were too wide; I’d never make it.
“Go! Go, please, get out of here!”
He moved a step closer, then another, then stumblingly ran the last few paces and pressed himself into my arms, trembling. I buried my face in his fur; this was the last thing I remembered as the rubble crashed down around me and my dog.
Collapse is a rather dramatic word, reminiscent of disney princesses throwing themselves on the floor & crying. Collapse reminds me of how I felt when we broke up. My body and my mind could do nothing else.
She fell to the floor,
“give her some room!” the small man knelt down to check for a beat, no beat
:someone call 911!” he looked around frantically but no on ebudfted. He couldn’t let this happen.
He pointed to a woman with a child on her hip. “You!” he pointed at her all his focus pointed at her “call 911 NOW!”
He looked around and saw another business man just standing there, another pinpoint of focus on him, “You, help me keep people back, Now!” the man immedietly turned to help, not entirely sure why he was doing what he was doing, he was no confrontation man.
Greg looked up, not surpised but happy to know his control had not deserted him.
After the latest economic collapse, I found myself living in an admittedly rather spacious tent on the corner of one of the busiest, craziest streets in the city. Everyone was scrambling for something. For money, for food, for clothing, for survival. I kept myself huddled beneath my tarp canvas, eating cold and congealed soup from a can and doing my best to keep warm beneath a sleeping bag that was older than I was.
It’s that feeling of your feet just dragging along behind you…unable to catch up with the rest of your physical being. You just want to collapse on to the floor and stare at the ceiling contemplating all of the things in life that you might have done differently. What’s important though, is that you rise from the inevitable collapses that life is going to bring and better yourself for others, but most importantly better yourself for YOU.
Love and life, collapse and strife
It was only a matter of minutes, before the exhaustion became too much. She had fully intended to make a cup of tea after their first run together, but instead collapsed onto the couch, face first. All she could hear was a chuckle behind her.
The collapse of her motivation wasn’t something sudden; it didn’t just blow up and disappear in a great cloud of explosive fragments of her dreams one day. Rather, it withered ever so slightly day by day as each tiny goal and miniature objective she set forth or held in her mind in the morning was swept away by the great rushing indifference of the world at large, which needed her to do THIS thing at THIS time, now now now and to hell with her wants…it was erosive, that collapse, but catasrophic.
crazy not good, music, sick,