The end is never the end. If you are still wanting to continue, it isn’t the end. The end is pretty much death. You can always fix things, make things better, re-arrange things. if you aren’t pleased with something, then you can always fix it.. therefore the end is a myth
Jade
The end.
It’s talked of so often, lightly and with much reverence.
But what does it mean?
“The end”
The end of what? Is there ever an end? An end of something is also the beginning of something else.
So really, beginning and end are on in the same.
Bethany
the end of a sentence. it could be anything! i wonder who chose these symbols? is it from the cave man era? or possibly a non-romanized language? the end is near. it’s really the first thing i thought of but tried to ignore.
i think of a railroad. I get nervous just thinking about this word. I don’t know where my future will end. I enjoy the journey and I never really know what the destination is.
jeremy
Full stop.
It’s over now.
You can mourn the loss, but living makes it so that pain can heal.
Everything you’ll need the nature of passing time will provide.
Unless you’ve come to the end of the line, because if you’ve died –
Then there’s nothing to overcome, for the dead have nothing left to feel.
As I stared at the wall in front of me, I couldn’t help but curse my gut. Oh yes, go left, that’ll lead you out of the labyrinth.
Not.
This was awful. I now had to backtrack, and God knows I couldn’t remember anything about where I’d previously been.
Simply put, I’d reached a dead end.
Flo
the end? like the end of my relationship with that boy, or the end of my life since im going to be living at home…or the end of my social life since i am giving up drinking for the next sic months, or the end of me eating junk food because i am sick and tired of having no self control and i am sick and tired of being fat. the end is the beginning then, i guess?
cristina
there is an end to everything. whether we like it or not. good things, bad things, things that do not matter. it all ends. everything also all begins. when there is an end, there is a new beginning. change. creation. it all starts when something ends
Joshua Moyer
This is the end. I knew it would come one day. I’ve heard it playing in the background of my mind for so long now, I’m almost numb to the implications. Jim Morrison drones on on to his friend about it being the end, and I know exactly how he feels.
Danielle La Paglia
Relationships happiness despair. New beginnings come from endings. Life ends quick so take advantages
Claudia
The middle of day
The moon among the bright clouds
Beginning or end?
Hillary
The end sometimes cant come quick enough. The end isn’t always a beginning. The end isn’t always happy. Sometimes happy endings are endings that aren’t over yet…. The end. The end. The end. Yours and mine.
Erin Nicole
beginning
Edie
it can be bitter and happy. distraught and calming. hopeless and prominent. doubtful with less providence. you are not without it until you’re with it.. it will destroy you and complete you.
Zach Hudson
Here I stand, at the end of all things. I don’t know quite how I got here. I turned left onto a road. I can’t remember its name. You know the one, it’s paved with good intentions.
I wonder about the end a lot: so much so it gives me great anxiety and I find myself at night trapped between my fear and my sincerest love, so wrapped in non-belief and grief, so struggling with my barren brain, so trapped in my own mortality that I cannot see beyond it. The end is an unthinkable thing because it’s so hard to wrap your mind around the fact that this is not forever.
Megan Haverman
Hahaha, the end is the end is the end. The end is painful yet sweet. There are lost of things with ends. The end of life. The end of string. The end of a book. Actually, everything has an end. Nothing exists in the infinite, except maybe space. Oh, well maybe one day we will know.
Alexa
I walked to the end of the street, and I found a bird. Dead. Laying there. On the ground. I could see all of him. Except for his soul. I could see he feathers, strewn across the pavement. He had already flown as high as he could go.
Kit E Parks
All things come to an end. Good things. Bad things. Things that you thought would last forever. Sometimes, the end comes sooner than you expected. It comes when you least expect it, taking you by surprise and throwing you off balance. But sometimes it is a necessary end. Some things just aren’t meant to last.
Rhitrix
This is the end for me, of that there was no denying. Oddly enough, I faced my death with a bold overconfidence completely out of character for me. I had a feeling that with my death would come peace at last; I couldn’t have been more wrong. What I found waiting for me on the other side was the most horrific scene my eyes ever beheld. There were no pearly gates, but neither was there a wall of fire. I was standing, hovering over my lifeless body unable to touch anything or speak to anyone. I was invisible, forced to watch everything going on around me and not allowed to be a part of it. I was a ghost with no one to keep me company but my own depressing thoughts.
Julie
The end of the world. 2012. It’ll be really scary I think…..but I hope it happens really fast. I don’t want it to be tortuous. Maybe just a flash of light, and then *poof* everything’s gone. The ends of things make me sad. I don’t ever look forward to the new beginning. I’m not sure why, it’s just never appealing to me. I guess since I don’t like change. But then there are things that need to end….because they’re bringing you down or something. The ending of things is interesting.
ashley
The end is sad. I hate it when things end and I hate change. People die lives end. Relationships end. I wish hings didnt end until people were completely ready. That would make life so much easier. And it would make people happier because who really wants the end?
Paris
I was sobbing. I’d never thought we’d finish so quickly. I sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall. My eyes were puffy and large and I couldn’t comprehend this concept. It was truly the end. Most definitely the end, of everything.
Kendall
Instead of beckoning now, his hand formed a fist and dropped to his side, disappointed. That was the first sign. Clouds shifted overhead, revealing starlight that filtered through his pale hair, looking both eerie and comforting. Calling him home. He raised his chin a bit to marvel at the sky, and I took it as my cue to leave.
It was the end of all good things to come.
the end of the world never actually happened. so many people freaked out though because they thought they were all going to die a tragic death and zombies were going to eat them or something scary like that.. people are so crazy these days and it’s really sad that the world has came to this point :( and i hope it never happens again because the people that believed it are very stupid hahahaha. the end you fools
kirstin
It’s my ends; they need fixing
Always splitting and
dividing
themselves—
Of course I’ve been taking care
of my hair, myself…
A question we have all thought about. When will OUR end be? It’s interesting, it is such an inevidable and concretely placed event in all of our lives, and yet it sparks the most profound feeling in all of us. Only the dead know the answer for sure.
Matt
It is always hard to know when the end of a relationship is near, or a new beginning for that matter, until you’ve put the time into knowing someone you really never know.
the end is near they said. But I couldn’t wait…I had to tell her. I ran to her house knocked on the door, but no one was home. I didn’t know how much time I had, I cried, I screamed and I ran…again. Because the end was near, and I just couldn’t wait.
Johana Atrizco
this is the end, my only friend the end, from everything that stems, the end, on all i depend the end.
Finished. Over done. Incomplete. Stop never in until time
Lorri
It was the beginning of the end, as they say. I watched the world burn from my high perch upon the cliff-side. My hair billowed in the winds of change and I inhaled the smell of burning rubble; it was time to move forward.
The end of the road stretched on before them and at once they knew they couldn’t make it. It was too far, they were too tired, and the grotesque sounds of the undead rattled their bones and shook their nerves. They were finished, they were done. It was better to finish now then to have their hopes crushed.
It was the end. She knew it for a fact. There was no getting out of this one, not like last time. No, for once, she was trapped with no one out. and no one was coming to save her. Not this time. And so she closed her eyes and let it happen.
Armaria Seole
I don’t like the end, I like the beginning. Ends are sad, they’re forever. But nothing’s really forever I guess. End reminds me of the end. End of a story. End of a sentence. I want a happy ending to my forever.
Nitsa
The end was coming, closer and closer. Even as she tried to escape, it pressed forward. The dark closing in, she lashed out as a tiger would when hurt, desperately and viciously. She had ended up hurting everyone around her, and as her story drew to a satisfying close, she couldn’t help but think that it was her destiny all along.
Alisha
End of the war…I can’t believe it. We have fought so long, lost so much…was it worth it? All I can think about is how the future will spit on us.
Stuart
The end of anything was what she would talk about. The end was near, she would say. Never fully explaining what end was coming. It could have been a multitude of things, but it wasn’t something she was willing to divulge. I would sit there and wonder, does she possibly mean the end of us? Have we already met our end?
Carly
everything comes to an end eventually. friendships seem to be the thing that ends the most in my life. everyone seems to move on or leave me as i grow older. of course it hurts at first but the pain will eventually end.
The end is never the end. If you are still wanting to continue, it isn’t the end. The end is pretty much death. You can always fix things, make things better, re-arrange things. if you aren’t pleased with something, then you can always fix it.. therefore the end is a myth
The end.
It’s talked of so often, lightly and with much reverence.
But what does it mean?
“The end”
The end of what? Is there ever an end? An end of something is also the beginning of something else.
So really, beginning and end are on in the same.
the end of a sentence. it could be anything! i wonder who chose these symbols? is it from the cave man era? or possibly a non-romanized language? the end is near. it’s really the first thing i thought of but tried to ignore.
i think of a railroad. I get nervous just thinking about this word. I don’t know where my future will end. I enjoy the journey and I never really know what the destination is.
Full stop.
It’s over now.
You can mourn the loss, but living makes it so that pain can heal.
Everything you’ll need the nature of passing time will provide.
Unless you’ve come to the end of the line, because if you’ve died –
Then there’s nothing to overcome, for the dead have nothing left to feel.
As I stared at the wall in front of me, I couldn’t help but curse my gut. Oh yes, go left, that’ll lead you out of the labyrinth.
Not.
This was awful. I now had to backtrack, and God knows I couldn’t remember anything about where I’d previously been.
Simply put, I’d reached a dead end.
the end? like the end of my relationship with that boy, or the end of my life since im going to be living at home…or the end of my social life since i am giving up drinking for the next sic months, or the end of me eating junk food because i am sick and tired of having no self control and i am sick and tired of being fat. the end is the beginning then, i guess?
there is an end to everything. whether we like it or not. good things, bad things, things that do not matter. it all ends. everything also all begins. when there is an end, there is a new beginning. change. creation. it all starts when something ends
This is the end. I knew it would come one day. I’ve heard it playing in the background of my mind for so long now, I’m almost numb to the implications. Jim Morrison drones on on to his friend about it being the end, and I know exactly how he feels.
Relationships happiness despair. New beginnings come from endings. Life ends quick so take advantages
The middle of day
The moon among the bright clouds
Beginning or end?
The end sometimes cant come quick enough. The end isn’t always a beginning. The end isn’t always happy. Sometimes happy endings are endings that aren’t over yet…. The end. The end. The end. Yours and mine.
beginning
it can be bitter and happy. distraught and calming. hopeless and prominent. doubtful with less providence. you are not without it until you’re with it.. it will destroy you and complete you.
Here I stand, at the end of all things. I don’t know quite how I got here. I turned left onto a road. I can’t remember its name. You know the one, it’s paved with good intentions.
I wonder about the end a lot: so much so it gives me great anxiety and I find myself at night trapped between my fear and my sincerest love, so wrapped in non-belief and grief, so struggling with my barren brain, so trapped in my own mortality that I cannot see beyond it. The end is an unthinkable thing because it’s so hard to wrap your mind around the fact that this is not forever.
Hahaha, the end is the end is the end. The end is painful yet sweet. There are lost of things with ends. The end of life. The end of string. The end of a book. Actually, everything has an end. Nothing exists in the infinite, except maybe space. Oh, well maybe one day we will know.
I walked to the end of the street, and I found a bird. Dead. Laying there. On the ground. I could see all of him. Except for his soul. I could see he feathers, strewn across the pavement. He had already flown as high as he could go.
All things come to an end. Good things. Bad things. Things that you thought would last forever. Sometimes, the end comes sooner than you expected. It comes when you least expect it, taking you by surprise and throwing you off balance. But sometimes it is a necessary end. Some things just aren’t meant to last.
This is the end for me, of that there was no denying. Oddly enough, I faced my death with a bold overconfidence completely out of character for me. I had a feeling that with my death would come peace at last; I couldn’t have been more wrong. What I found waiting for me on the other side was the most horrific scene my eyes ever beheld. There were no pearly gates, but neither was there a wall of fire. I was standing, hovering over my lifeless body unable to touch anything or speak to anyone. I was invisible, forced to watch everything going on around me and not allowed to be a part of it. I was a ghost with no one to keep me company but my own depressing thoughts.
The end of the world. 2012. It’ll be really scary I think…..but I hope it happens really fast. I don’t want it to be tortuous. Maybe just a flash of light, and then *poof* everything’s gone. The ends of things make me sad. I don’t ever look forward to the new beginning. I’m not sure why, it’s just never appealing to me. I guess since I don’t like change. But then there are things that need to end….because they’re bringing you down or something. The ending of things is interesting.
The end is sad. I hate it when things end and I hate change. People die lives end. Relationships end. I wish hings didnt end until people were completely ready. That would make life so much easier. And it would make people happier because who really wants the end?
I was sobbing. I’d never thought we’d finish so quickly. I sat on the floor, leaning up against the wall. My eyes were puffy and large and I couldn’t comprehend this concept. It was truly the end. Most definitely the end, of everything.
Instead of beckoning now, his hand formed a fist and dropped to his side, disappointed. That was the first sign. Clouds shifted overhead, revealing starlight that filtered through his pale hair, looking both eerie and comforting. Calling him home. He raised his chin a bit to marvel at the sky, and I took it as my cue to leave.
It was the end of all good things to come.
The end starts a new path. The finish of a chapter springs a fresh story. It is always about how to begin after the last end.
the end of the world never actually happened. so many people freaked out though because they thought they were all going to die a tragic death and zombies were going to eat them or something scary like that.. people are so crazy these days and it’s really sad that the world has came to this point :( and i hope it never happens again because the people that believed it are very stupid hahahaha. the end you fools
It’s my ends; they need fixing
Always splitting and
dividing
themselves—
Of course I’ve been taking care
of my hair, myself…
yeah, I’ve missed you, too
A question we have all thought about. When will OUR end be? It’s interesting, it is such an inevidable and concretely placed event in all of our lives, and yet it sparks the most profound feeling in all of us. Only the dead know the answer for sure.
It is always hard to know when the end of a relationship is near, or a new beginning for that matter, until you’ve put the time into knowing someone you really never know.
the end is near they said. But I couldn’t wait…I had to tell her. I ran to her house knocked on the door, but no one was home. I didn’t know how much time I had, I cried, I screamed and I ran…again. Because the end was near, and I just couldn’t wait.
this is the end, my only friend the end, from everything that stems, the end, on all i depend the end.
Finished. Over done. Incomplete. Stop never in until time
It was the beginning of the end, as they say. I watched the world burn from my high perch upon the cliff-side. My hair billowed in the winds of change and I inhaled the smell of burning rubble; it was time to move forward.
The end of the road stretched on before them and at once they knew they couldn’t make it. It was too far, they were too tired, and the grotesque sounds of the undead rattled their bones and shook their nerves. They were finished, they were done. It was better to finish now then to have their hopes crushed.
It was the end. She knew it for a fact. There was no getting out of this one, not like last time. No, for once, she was trapped with no one out. and no one was coming to save her. Not this time. And so she closed her eyes and let it happen.
I don’t like the end, I like the beginning. Ends are sad, they’re forever. But nothing’s really forever I guess. End reminds me of the end. End of a story. End of a sentence. I want a happy ending to my forever.
The end was coming, closer and closer. Even as she tried to escape, it pressed forward. The dark closing in, she lashed out as a tiger would when hurt, desperately and viciously. She had ended up hurting everyone around her, and as her story drew to a satisfying close, she couldn’t help but think that it was her destiny all along.
End of the war…I can’t believe it. We have fought so long, lost so much…was it worth it? All I can think about is how the future will spit on us.
The end of anything was what she would talk about. The end was near, she would say. Never fully explaining what end was coming. It could have been a multitude of things, but it wasn’t something she was willing to divulge. I would sit there and wonder, does she possibly mean the end of us? Have we already met our end?
everything comes to an end eventually. friendships seem to be the thing that ends the most in my life. everyone seems to move on or leave me as i grow older. of course it hurts at first but the pain will eventually end.