the beat was constant. her pulse slipping through my fingers like the sands of time. the fine blue electric veins lacing down her wrist and disappearing beneath ivory skin. and through those veins pulsed rich scarlet blood.. waiting to travel round her beautiful body time and time again.
EmpireOfMoon
so much voluntary work, sometimes exhausting, but at the end of the road, it’s so worth it. Though I am still trying to find out how to make it part of my life
Me
Really what to write. Who knew what stumbling would lead me to next. Being told to write for potentially no reaon, why not just do it. Doin’t be like me and have something meaningful to write about.
Nick
I could feel every single hit. Jarring my head violently into the dirt. Dust flying up, billowing around me, blinding me, like the droplets of blood trickling into my eye. The knee almost knocked me out, I felt my tooth enter my lip, the blood spurting into the back of my throat.
Nicholas M. Smith
He is a constant pain. It’s odd that I say this, since I love him, but he is constantly on my nerves. I’m always mad at him! But then he calls me, and we talk, and I’m no longer upset. Until he hangs up, and then the whole dance starts over again.
Lizzie Bellows
Constant comment
is a tea, I think, or perhaps
it is the bane of my existence
or yours. Come drink,
with me.
LL
i could hear the constant ringing of the phone right by my ear. my sleep laden mind debated on whether or not to answer, the urge to stay in bed won. but hearing his voice on the message machine made me snap upright. i had to call back
a.h.
Constant?
What the hell is constant?
Nothing really.
I feel like im always changing, I feel like everything around me is changing and I feel like no matter what I do or what I want NOTHING will be constant.
Kelsey
Ah, in human kind that is something which we seek, a constant. However, it is impossible to find that still point without. Only if we seek within can we find that which is not ephemeral.
Melody Rike
princess. vigilance. same. on going. static. dry. safe. never changing. consistent.
sonja
constant echo in the canyons of my mind, thoughts bouncing back and forth against each other, swirling sweetly
NWartist
The sound of constant typing clattered throughout the small office and sent Mr. Parkson into a frenzy.
“What are you typing so furiously. Ms. Damson?” Mr. Parkson screamed, his face flushed red and mustache fluttering.
“It was a business letter,” Ms. Damson responded coolly, “but now it’s a resignation letter. Good day.”
kevin
constant musical stimulation, oh what a lovely sound.
kim
Acceleration due to gravity. Well, provided a constant mass, of course. That’s the thing – to be constant is to be consistent. But is anything truly consistent? What about our irrational numbers – pi, e, what have you. Pi – only with respect to Euclidean geometry. e – who knows.
James
His love for me is constant, never changing. No matter what I do or say. He is faithful and always does what he promises, despite my imperfections. I love him.
Ayesha
everything is constant in an random sort of things constantly happen but not in any sort of constant sort of way. you see things are always happening but there is nothing consistant or predictable except for the fact that they keep happening. who knows why this is? not me.
Howie
comforting. Something you can depend on. A routine or schedule seems so mundane and boring until you don’t have it. Odd this is the word of the day since consistency is something I lack in my love/personal and work life and desperately want back…
Gwynn
The contestants were constant in one shared belief: that behind each curtain there awaited an ever more glorious prize and each one was theirs for the taking–the new car or the new kitchenette, as if each one had been selected specifically for their personal consumption, had been delicately arranged on stage just moments before by the refined palms of stagehands just moments before they arrived on the soundstage. The host, too, was a constant: a capital letter (probably “A”); a glib and overbearing personality, attired in the latest fashions (whose credit appeared at the end of each taping), spouting off the most incisive bon mots, as if they had been written down for him beforehand on cue cards by a team of writers (which, most of the time, they were). But the one time the teleprompter didn’t work, the audience began to palpitate in a cold sweat just waiting to see how the host would fare; to see whether the old man could still rely on his own charms alone, the same that had made him a household name, had beat all the starlets in a path to his door. It was as if they were all rooting for him in spite of everything (as if he was himself the prize that day) and they nervously held their breath until from the bottom of the soundstage to the top of the stiff bleachers, everything was awash in a sea of cerean blue like a calm ocean and it was such a surreal state of suspended animation that the cameramen wanted to capture it on tape but their cameras and their lighting remained fixed forward, simultaneously shooting the host from multiple angles as he walked to his mark, sighed and then began to sing. He didn’t disappoint.
jethro
in motion.
there is a time
when everything never stops.
always
constant.
head head,
when will you cease to spin?
my my,
will it ever end.
it’s constant.
it’s
constant…
Grace
What is constant? Nothing. Well nothing in my life? Do I need it? Perhaps. No. I don’t like the idea of it. I don’t need it.
benny
one word is a very intresting subject i can’t put my finger on it but, it is very intresting indeed why should i talk about it? Seems strange to talk about it.
so, why should I talk?
Michael
If Hannah had one word to describe her husband and their relationship, it was constant. In their sixty years of marriage it was the gen of fidelity that had kept the flower of love in bloom.
Susan Mazzara
he is the constant. since, what…freshman year? i know that sounds pathetic, but it is true. here we are, years later, professions of love later, rejections later, girlfriends and boyfriends later. and we are still the same goofy, weird, awkward, wonderful, beautiful friends.
samantha
The constant flow of water from the ocean onto the shore is like the constant inhale and exhale from my chest. It’s like the constant ticking of time that teases us, mocks us, and motivates us. It is like the constant human feeling of wanting more, wanting to feel, wanting to see, wanting to love, wanting to live.
Constant
Kate Oram
I constantly am on my childrens back. It drives me crazy, i just want to love them and not have to be the bad guy all of the time. Even tho i’m a woman i’m still the bad guy.
My love is constant never ending or waning. I can get very angry which may seem that i don’t love them and that is what drives me nuts about being on their backs all the time.
God bless my children keep them safe and content in life.
Lejoy
constant neverending heartache love having a constant to rely on I want a constant I’m constantly trying
Ruthie
It’s never ending always moving. It’s work. It’s life. It’s learning to find a balance among the things that are always there. It’s dependability can be security but it is also a nagging reminder. It’s constant. When does it stop?
working hard
i am the type of person that will constantly do things that dont only benefit me but also those around me. i think that when people are constant in what they do they become predictable,and boring. you need to spice things up in life.
Rebecca
constant thoughts continuously are running through my mind. It’s as if they never ever cease to pop up in my mind. At times, i must agree, it is a tad aggravating, but what can you do? I only wish that one day they may finally leave the back of my mind for good.
Katie
Constant. The world is constant, always there. Some things are not so constant, they fade in and out and disappear from our lives. But the world is always there, a constant truth to reassure us that there are some things we can rely on. But even the world can stop.
Matthew
i feel like this word is very stressful and i hate it!!!! why do things need to be constant?!??! i like change, its more refreshing, constant is a smelly word because it never changes!!!! why am i writing this!!! opps no thinking! i fforgot!!!! hmmm
shel
Constancy in the rivers and oceans, finding constancy in the ever-changing. The only constancy is that which is ever present: sunsets and risings, tides and the cycles of the moon. Even the earth, in her glorious mountains and crashing chasms is fickle in her growth and decay.
Stephanie
forever, always, tomorrow, no fear, never being alone, together.
growing, loving, nurturing, sharing, being, holding, laughing, caring.
Elle
Nothing is constant. This makes me very sad. Though my sadness over this is constant so it’s all a bit of a paradox eh?
Mags
i keep going i don’t know what else to write, enrgy that is a constant the blood flows in my forever until it drips into the ground from a long gash across my wrist from whnce the blood will seep into the lower regions of the soil filling in all the particles of dirt until it is sent back upwards or evaporates into the sky
Kilian
g is the gravitational constant. Or is it really a constant? Someone said everything is relative. Who was it, Einstein? Truly, nothing ever stays absolutely constant. Not even the ToK. One day it will probably be chopped off, along with all the memories and hopes that I poured into it.
ac
it was constant. this feeling somewhere deep inside of me that just wouldn’t relent. like the sea rushing against the shore without time or thought to stop for any object. and so he came for me. just like that. the buzzing in my head was relentless and i could no longer sleep at night. i was trying not to fall in love. its always me chasing you dear.
EmpireOfSun
perseverance paitence is what you need to be constant. it may lead you to great things and achieve what you want you can get girls, boys and sex
mariana
She was the only constant in my life, the girl at the diner. Seemed like every time my motorbike stumbled into town, she’s plop a menu in my hands and bring me luke warm coffee. Never the same girl or the same town, but it was the same idea, the beginning of an idea. I don’t know what to think of her, or name her or ask her. I just know her.
Ruby
you’re the only constant in my life, time changes, the day changes, even i do. but not you…
the beat was constant. her pulse slipping through my fingers like the sands of time. the fine blue electric veins lacing down her wrist and disappearing beneath ivory skin. and through those veins pulsed rich scarlet blood.. waiting to travel round her beautiful body time and time again.
so much voluntary work, sometimes exhausting, but at the end of the road, it’s so worth it. Though I am still trying to find out how to make it part of my life
Really what to write. Who knew what stumbling would lead me to next. Being told to write for potentially no reaon, why not just do it. Doin’t be like me and have something meaningful to write about.
I could feel every single hit. Jarring my head violently into the dirt. Dust flying up, billowing around me, blinding me, like the droplets of blood trickling into my eye. The knee almost knocked me out, I felt my tooth enter my lip, the blood spurting into the back of my throat.
He is a constant pain. It’s odd that I say this, since I love him, but he is constantly on my nerves. I’m always mad at him! But then he calls me, and we talk, and I’m no longer upset. Until he hangs up, and then the whole dance starts over again.
Constant comment
is a tea, I think, or perhaps
it is the bane of my existence
or yours. Come drink,
with me.
i could hear the constant ringing of the phone right by my ear. my sleep laden mind debated on whether or not to answer, the urge to stay in bed won. but hearing his voice on the message machine made me snap upright. i had to call back
Constant?
What the hell is constant?
Nothing really.
I feel like im always changing, I feel like everything around me is changing and I feel like no matter what I do or what I want NOTHING will be constant.
Ah, in human kind that is something which we seek, a constant. However, it is impossible to find that still point without. Only if we seek within can we find that which is not ephemeral.
princess. vigilance. same. on going. static. dry. safe. never changing. consistent.
constant echo in the canyons of my mind, thoughts bouncing back and forth against each other, swirling sweetly
The sound of constant typing clattered throughout the small office and sent Mr. Parkson into a frenzy.
“What are you typing so furiously. Ms. Damson?” Mr. Parkson screamed, his face flushed red and mustache fluttering.
“It was a business letter,” Ms. Damson responded coolly, “but now it’s a resignation letter. Good day.”
constant musical stimulation, oh what a lovely sound.
Acceleration due to gravity. Well, provided a constant mass, of course. That’s the thing – to be constant is to be consistent. But is anything truly consistent? What about our irrational numbers – pi, e, what have you. Pi – only with respect to Euclidean geometry. e – who knows.
His love for me is constant, never changing. No matter what I do or say. He is faithful and always does what he promises, despite my imperfections. I love him.
everything is constant in an random sort of things constantly happen but not in any sort of constant sort of way. you see things are always happening but there is nothing consistant or predictable except for the fact that they keep happening. who knows why this is? not me.
comforting. Something you can depend on. A routine or schedule seems so mundane and boring until you don’t have it. Odd this is the word of the day since consistency is something I lack in my love/personal and work life and desperately want back…
The contestants were constant in one shared belief: that behind each curtain there awaited an ever more glorious prize and each one was theirs for the taking–the new car or the new kitchenette, as if each one had been selected specifically for their personal consumption, had been delicately arranged on stage just moments before by the refined palms of stagehands just moments before they arrived on the soundstage. The host, too, was a constant: a capital letter (probably “A”); a glib and overbearing personality, attired in the latest fashions (whose credit appeared at the end of each taping), spouting off the most incisive bon mots, as if they had been written down for him beforehand on cue cards by a team of writers (which, most of the time, they were). But the one time the teleprompter didn’t work, the audience began to palpitate in a cold sweat just waiting to see how the host would fare; to see whether the old man could still rely on his own charms alone, the same that had made him a household name, had beat all the starlets in a path to his door. It was as if they were all rooting for him in spite of everything (as if he was himself the prize that day) and they nervously held their breath until from the bottom of the soundstage to the top of the stiff bleachers, everything was awash in a sea of cerean blue like a calm ocean and it was such a surreal state of suspended animation that the cameramen wanted to capture it on tape but their cameras and their lighting remained fixed forward, simultaneously shooting the host from multiple angles as he walked to his mark, sighed and then began to sing. He didn’t disappoint.
in motion.
there is a time
when everything never stops.
always
constant.
head head,
when will you cease to spin?
my my,
will it ever end.
it’s constant.
it’s
constant…
What is constant? Nothing. Well nothing in my life? Do I need it? Perhaps. No. I don’t like the idea of it. I don’t need it.
one word is a very intresting subject i can’t put my finger on it but, it is very intresting indeed why should i talk about it? Seems strange to talk about it.
so, why should I talk?
If Hannah had one word to describe her husband and their relationship, it was constant. In their sixty years of marriage it was the gen of fidelity that had kept the flower of love in bloom.
he is the constant. since, what…freshman year? i know that sounds pathetic, but it is true. here we are, years later, professions of love later, rejections later, girlfriends and boyfriends later. and we are still the same goofy, weird, awkward, wonderful, beautiful friends.
The constant flow of water from the ocean onto the shore is like the constant inhale and exhale from my chest. It’s like the constant ticking of time that teases us, mocks us, and motivates us. It is like the constant human feeling of wanting more, wanting to feel, wanting to see, wanting to love, wanting to live.
Constant
I constantly am on my childrens back. It drives me crazy, i just want to love them and not have to be the bad guy all of the time. Even tho i’m a woman i’m still the bad guy.
My love is constant never ending or waning. I can get very angry which may seem that i don’t love them and that is what drives me nuts about being on their backs all the time.
God bless my children keep them safe and content in life.
constant neverending heartache love having a constant to rely on I want a constant I’m constantly trying
It’s never ending always moving. It’s work. It’s life. It’s learning to find a balance among the things that are always there. It’s dependability can be security but it is also a nagging reminder. It’s constant. When does it stop?
i am the type of person that will constantly do things that dont only benefit me but also those around me. i think that when people are constant in what they do they become predictable,and boring. you need to spice things up in life.
constant thoughts continuously are running through my mind. It’s as if they never ever cease to pop up in my mind. At times, i must agree, it is a tad aggravating, but what can you do? I only wish that one day they may finally leave the back of my mind for good.
Constant. The world is constant, always there. Some things are not so constant, they fade in and out and disappear from our lives. But the world is always there, a constant truth to reassure us that there are some things we can rely on. But even the world can stop.
i feel like this word is very stressful and i hate it!!!! why do things need to be constant?!??! i like change, its more refreshing, constant is a smelly word because it never changes!!!! why am i writing this!!! opps no thinking! i fforgot!!!! hmmm
Constancy in the rivers and oceans, finding constancy in the ever-changing. The only constancy is that which is ever present: sunsets and risings, tides and the cycles of the moon. Even the earth, in her glorious mountains and crashing chasms is fickle in her growth and decay.
forever, always, tomorrow, no fear, never being alone, together.
growing, loving, nurturing, sharing, being, holding, laughing, caring.
Nothing is constant. This makes me very sad. Though my sadness over this is constant so it’s all a bit of a paradox eh?
i keep going i don’t know what else to write, enrgy that is a constant the blood flows in my forever until it drips into the ground from a long gash across my wrist from whnce the blood will seep into the lower regions of the soil filling in all the particles of dirt until it is sent back upwards or evaporates into the sky
g is the gravitational constant. Or is it really a constant? Someone said everything is relative. Who was it, Einstein? Truly, nothing ever stays absolutely constant. Not even the ToK. One day it will probably be chopped off, along with all the memories and hopes that I poured into it.
it was constant. this feeling somewhere deep inside of me that just wouldn’t relent. like the sea rushing against the shore without time or thought to stop for any object. and so he came for me. just like that. the buzzing in my head was relentless and i could no longer sleep at night. i was trying not to fall in love. its always me chasing you dear.
perseverance paitence is what you need to be constant. it may lead you to great things and achieve what you want you can get girls, boys and sex
She was the only constant in my life, the girl at the diner. Seemed like every time my motorbike stumbled into town, she’s plop a menu in my hands and bring me luke warm coffee. Never the same girl or the same town, but it was the same idea, the beginning of an idea. I don’t know what to think of her, or name her or ask her. I just know her.
you’re the only constant in my life, time changes, the day changes, even i do. but not you…