Is it wrong to want to walk away when every day of your life looks
like today and today looks like a rotting lifeless gray? I don’t know
where things went wrong with me…but I feel like I’ve become a timid
shadow of the person I’ve always wanted to be. And I’ve been thinking
about my past today…thinking of all those times I was afraid…and
all those times that I felt worthless and ashamed. I know, I thought I
was strong. I said I would never change…but that burning house left
me an empty frame…and no longer can I decay…no longer can I keep
my heart locked away. Have you ever felt like you are wasting your
whole life searching for something you can’t find? There’s been so
much talk of so many slashed up wrists…but we’re much too young to
be dwelling on thoughts like this. So scrape your heart up from the
bottom of the bottom of the barrel. Keep your faith in the path that’s
growing narrow. Kill the doubt inside your head. We overcome. We push
ahead.
He smacked Billy across the face before he could blink. Everyone at the table contributed to the crescendo of screams and roars as the boy stumbled back. I whirled at his father then, my hand growing white against my fork.
“Out!” I shrieked. “Out of my house!”
Belinda Roddie
I had never been in this part of the wild before. The sun was setting around five o’ clock because my heart was too heavy to hold up the sun. I walked across the sand and looked up at the moon. Yes, this land was uncharted.
But I knew I’d take control of it sooner or later.
5 years old. I was five years old when I discovered I was extraordinary. I was five years old when I discovered what it truly meant to be original. I was myself and nobody changed or affected that. I was Jessica, smart, kind, and honest. But, I’m no longer five. I no longer believe in my extraordinary abilities. I no longer believe in myself and I constantly worry about who I truly am. I don’t really understand why I do this, but I do and I can’t change it. Five was eleven years ago. Five is now Sixteen. Sixteen is wiser and more defeated than five. Five is insightful and naive, daring and joyful, colorful and imaginative. Nothing can hold five back, everything is a work of art, the world its playground. Sixteen is stressed and tired, unable and unwilling, mindful of the future, but apathetic towards it. Sixteen is alone. Sixteen is confused and worried and Sixteen wishes to curl up in a ball and be Five again. But Five can never come back. Because Time killed Five.
5 years old. I was five years old when I discovered I was extraordinary. I was five years old when I discovered what it truly meant to be original. I was myself and nobody changed or affected that. I was Jessica, smart, kind, and honest. But, I’m no longer five. I no longer believe in my extraordinary abilities. I no longer believe in myself and I constantly worry about who I truly am. I don’t really understand why I do this, but I do and I can’t change it. Five was eleven years ago. Five is now sixteen. Sixteen is wiser and more defeated than five. Five is insightful and naive, daring and joyful, colorful and imaginative. Nothing can hold five back, everything is a work of art, the world its playground. Sixteen is stressed and tired, unable and unwilling, mindful of the future, but apathetic towards it. Sixteen is alone. Sixteen is confused and worried and Sixteen wishes to curl up in a ball and be Five again. But Five can never come back. Because Time killed Five.
Jessica Westphal
Five is the number of champions. there is five ways to find happiness in life and what you have to ask yourself is do you know what those five things are? really? Can we as humans even comprehend the things that it takes to find happiness? those five things are impossible to find. Courage, Willpower, Peace, LOVE, and Joy but can we as humans possibly ever find those things?
Caleb
Five hours left to live. What would you do? I would party and make it seem like five hours was a whole day. I would get so gone that I would think I was on a another planet. Then I would go to sleep with all the people I love passed out around me.
Five drinks down and I’m a little buzzed by now, buzzed enough to make eye contact, so I do. And I swear I’ve never seen a brighter brown. Another two and maybe I can move my mouth a little in front of her. I swear I’m a little hopeless at this.
Myona
one chance to make it all count
two people to build a future
three months to start a journey
four moments to realize what was wanted
and then there’s five…..
this is my favourite number..it means a lot to me …five years ago i met a person i like the most and I will like forever. This happened on
Amela Tadic
Five is cool. Five is awesome. Five is the best. Five is five. Five has four letters in it. Why doesn’t it have five letters instead? Kinda dumb don’t ya think? Anyways, five is a number. I don’t know what else I could write about five. But yeah, five is the fucking shit because I have five fingers on my left hand and five on my right.
ari
five letters
five hearts
five people torn apart
five plans that were made
five hands on the grenade
Five is the highest number I have taught my daughter so far. She’s 7 weeks today and I play games with her by counting to five. Looking into her eyes and she that she has no idea what the hell I’m talking about is totally awesome. Because one day she’ll think that she knows more than me and I’ll wish I could go back to the counting to five days.
ten thousand divided by 2000 is equal to this number however there are generally five power rangers on any given team
five is the number of people in my direct family.
five is the number of the members of the holy family
Hyder
Five fingers on each hand. Five toes on each foot. Well, I have five. b
ut only one set of five. Guess which has been left with five.
Elena
jewish life
stretched beyond belief
chanukah
minimum wage
this isn’t the way it should be
my people work five days a week
my people put in the hours
but success is so far away
a drive, perhaps
one day i’ll see it
one day
it might last.
Matty M.
listen to the number 5. isn’t it mystical? a magical number half of 10. five more than 0. and four more than 1. how can you explain 5? there really is no way to explain it other than… 5
Parker
Five a number, five fingers on each hand. Five toes on each foot. Five, halfway to ten, five more miles, five more seconds. Five a magic number. A special number? Five more minutes.
Across the street, backed by climbing ivy and silver graffiti hearts, is a young couple sitting on a green cement bench. The axis of his world tilting towards hers. A lean to her gravity – to the sunny disposition of her beautiful smile, and all of the kind things that come with it. And then he lifts his left hand, which is covered by a mitten, and runs it along her right jawbone to pull her cold light pink lips to his.
Five is a beautiful number; it feels the most orderly and “even” amongst it’s odd numbered peers. This is also an age of major discovery and independence in the sense that you are finally able to do and express so much of who you are what you stand for.
me
Five confessions about myself….
I have no Idea who I am yet, Im so very lost.
I care about people so much, even the ones who hurt me.
I want so much for myself and I would love to travel the world.
Im lonely and have very little confidence.
I have the world at my fingertips, I just have to take it by the balls.
Chelsea
Somewhere, far off in the back of my mind, the better part of me knew that the clock had been tolling for some time now. Meet after the fifth chime, they had said.
I paused, slowed my breathing, and tired to steady myself enough to count. One, two, three…
There were seven.
Five men. That was the number of people he could kill in just a minute. Don’t ever blink. Because you might miss how fast he would swing his sword. So fast, you wouldn’t believe it.
five seconds. The increments of time to melt butter in the microwave. It melts into a pool of orange gold, ready for cooking. What now? How do you reverse it?
Sara
When I was five, I was a good little Christian girl. I sincerely believed that if I followed the word of God, I would go to heaven. That if I lived my life as a good person, I would spend it in Heaven. Now I see the world is not so simple. I feel so jaded. I sound cliche, but I have lost all my faith in humanity.
Sue
I have five minutes until every thing ends. My life. My love. My world. It will go dark. They say its painless but I know better. Death is far from painless. Its cold and bitter. Like a crisp lemon on a summer day.
hanna emery
five hours, five minutes, and fifty five seconds ago
you called my name through a crowded hall
and I didn’t turn around
five people were waiting in line ahead of me. i wasnt sure if it would be worth waiting but then i noticed, the man second in line had a blue tie on with tiny anchors all over it. I thought about asking him if he enjoyed the ocean or whether he was a fisherman.
Martha Gilleece
Five a stoic number. I bet it is Morgan Freeland favorite number. Five is between 4 and 6.
dick johnson Five a stoic number. I bet it is Morgan Freeland favorite number. Five is between 4 and 6.
The number five can represent a lot of things. How many drinks you had, your favorite number or maybe even the number of boys you like. One things for sure, there are countless uses and endless possibilities with the number.
Alyssa
counting and counting all I have is my fingers in my right hand. My left hand was cut and I count the seconds using only my right hand.
Pamela A. Mendoza
five.
five of hearts. poker tournaments end with the small cards. Everybody wants to see the big royal flush, the full house queens on tens. Nobody really expects a straight flush completed with a five until the river ends it all.
Anthony
when i was five i realized that there was a lot of things that would go wrong in my life. My dad was an ass, my mom lived 3 hours away, and my life was a constant battle of who would win crossing the monkey bars. I had no clue that my life would become so fucking difficult. No idea at all.
the first thing i thought of was the age five. It seems fun to be that age again. 5. how care free. Life today is so stressful, i would very much enjoy to be five again because i think i would be happier in general. I hate thinking about the fact that everyone is so sad all the time but i guess that’s what happens when we all get older and five just becomes a distant memory of age.
Alyssa
hands, fingers, feet, toes, The amount of extra hours sleep I needed, How old I was when I started school, The Kingdom of Broken Skies. How many times I’ve eaten Snails, Fuck shitlle.
Orson
why five? its an odd number. I don’t like odd numbers. I like even numbers. If its five people there is once that most likely feels odd or left out. five is just a bad number. four or six are way better. (:
Jessica
There were five people in the room, which made it rather crowded despite all the space. It was my first time to appear in a porn movie.
tonykeyesjapan
I have five fingers (on each hand) and five toes (on each foot). The number five is soft. It’s round and slightly red (but only a very faint red, as if it were barely coloured). Five is a nice round number.
Five was the number of seconds it took me to fall in love with you
one for the freckles that smiled at me from your nose
two for your eyes
three for that laugh, that goddamn gorgeous laugh so sharp it could kill a girl
four for your smile, your smile that haunts me to this day
and five for you, with all your flaws, misconceptions, and faults
Is it wrong to want to walk away when every day of your life looks
like today and today looks like a rotting lifeless gray? I don’t know
where things went wrong with me…but I feel like I’ve become a timid
shadow of the person I’ve always wanted to be. And I’ve been thinking
about my past today…thinking of all those times I was afraid…and
all those times that I felt worthless and ashamed. I know, I thought I
was strong. I said I would never change…but that burning house left
me an empty frame…and no longer can I decay…no longer can I keep
my heart locked away. Have you ever felt like you are wasting your
whole life searching for something you can’t find? There’s been so
much talk of so many slashed up wrists…but we’re much too young to
be dwelling on thoughts like this. So scrape your heart up from the
bottom of the bottom of the barrel. Keep your faith in the path that’s
growing narrow. Kill the doubt inside your head. We overcome. We push
ahead.
“Five. Four. Three.”
“Stop.”
“Two.”
“Dad, please.”
“One!”
He smacked Billy across the face before he could blink. Everyone at the table contributed to the crescendo of screams and roars as the boy stumbled back. I whirled at his father then, my hand growing white against my fork.
“Out!” I shrieked. “Out of my house!”
I had never been in this part of the wild before. The sun was setting around five o’ clock because my heart was too heavy to hold up the sun. I walked across the sand and looked up at the moon. Yes, this land was uncharted.
But I knew I’d take control of it sooner or later.
5 years old. I was five years old when I discovered I was extraordinary. I was five years old when I discovered what it truly meant to be original. I was myself and nobody changed or affected that. I was Jessica, smart, kind, and honest. But, I’m no longer five. I no longer believe in my extraordinary abilities. I no longer believe in myself and I constantly worry about who I truly am. I don’t really understand why I do this, but I do and I can’t change it. Five was eleven years ago. Five is now Sixteen. Sixteen is wiser and more defeated than five. Five is insightful and naive, daring and joyful, colorful and imaginative. Nothing can hold five back, everything is a work of art, the world its playground. Sixteen is stressed and tired, unable and unwilling, mindful of the future, but apathetic towards it. Sixteen is alone. Sixteen is confused and worried and Sixteen wishes to curl up in a ball and be Five again. But Five can never come back. Because Time killed Five.
5 years old. I was five years old when I discovered I was extraordinary. I was five years old when I discovered what it truly meant to be original. I was myself and nobody changed or affected that. I was Jessica, smart, kind, and honest. But, I’m no longer five. I no longer believe in my extraordinary abilities. I no longer believe in myself and I constantly worry about who I truly am. I don’t really understand why I do this, but I do and I can’t change it. Five was eleven years ago. Five is now sixteen. Sixteen is wiser and more defeated than five. Five is insightful and naive, daring and joyful, colorful and imaginative. Nothing can hold five back, everything is a work of art, the world its playground. Sixteen is stressed and tired, unable and unwilling, mindful of the future, but apathetic towards it. Sixteen is alone. Sixteen is confused and worried and Sixteen wishes to curl up in a ball and be Five again. But Five can never come back. Because Time killed Five.
Five is the number of champions. there is five ways to find happiness in life and what you have to ask yourself is do you know what those five things are? really? Can we as humans even comprehend the things that it takes to find happiness? those five things are impossible to find. Courage, Willpower, Peace, LOVE, and Joy but can we as humans possibly ever find those things?
Five hours left to live. What would you do? I would party and make it seem like five hours was a whole day. I would get so gone that I would think I was on a another planet. Then I would go to sleep with all the people I love passed out around me.
He was all Abraham Lincoln could think about, that Chicago hot dog salesman 1835.
Five drinks down and I’m a little buzzed by now, buzzed enough to make eye contact, so I do. And I swear I’ve never seen a brighter brown. Another two and maybe I can move my mouth a little in front of her. I swear I’m a little hopeless at this.
one chance to make it all count
two people to build a future
three months to start a journey
four moments to realize what was wanted
and then there’s five…..
this is my favourite number..it means a lot to me …five years ago i met a person i like the most and I will like forever. This happened on
Five is cool. Five is awesome. Five is the best. Five is five. Five has four letters in it. Why doesn’t it have five letters instead? Kinda dumb don’t ya think? Anyways, five is a number. I don’t know what else I could write about five. But yeah, five is the fucking shit because I have five fingers on my left hand and five on my right.
five letters
five hearts
five people torn apart
five plans that were made
five hands on the grenade
five lives
five deaths
five bodies were only left
Five is the highest number I have taught my daughter so far. She’s 7 weeks today and I play games with her by counting to five. Looking into her eyes and she that she has no idea what the hell I’m talking about is totally awesome. Because one day she’ll think that she knows more than me and I’ll wish I could go back to the counting to five days.
ten thousand divided by 2000 is equal to this number however there are generally five power rangers on any given team
five is the number of people in my direct family.
five is the number of the members of the holy family
Five fingers on each hand. Five toes on each foot. Well, I have five. b
ut only one set of five. Guess which has been left with five.
jewish life
stretched beyond belief
chanukah
minimum wage
this isn’t the way it should be
my people work five days a week
my people put in the hours
but success is so far away
a drive, perhaps
one day i’ll see it
one day
it might last.
listen to the number 5. isn’t it mystical? a magical number half of 10. five more than 0. and four more than 1. how can you explain 5? there really is no way to explain it other than… 5
Five a number, five fingers on each hand. Five toes on each foot. Five, halfway to ten, five more miles, five more seconds. Five a magic number. A special number? Five more minutes.
Across the street, backed by climbing ivy and silver graffiti hearts, is a young couple sitting on a green cement bench. The axis of his world tilting towards hers. A lean to her gravity – to the sunny disposition of her beautiful smile, and all of the kind things that come with it. And then he lifts his left hand, which is covered by a mitten, and runs it along her right jawbone to pull her cold light pink lips to his.
Five is a beautiful number; it feels the most orderly and “even” amongst it’s odd numbered peers. This is also an age of major discovery and independence in the sense that you are finally able to do and express so much of who you are what you stand for.
Five confessions about myself….
I have no Idea who I am yet, Im so very lost.
I care about people so much, even the ones who hurt me.
I want so much for myself and I would love to travel the world.
Im lonely and have very little confidence.
I have the world at my fingertips, I just have to take it by the balls.
Somewhere, far off in the back of my mind, the better part of me knew that the clock had been tolling for some time now. Meet after the fifth chime, they had said.
I paused, slowed my breathing, and tired to steady myself enough to count. One, two, three…
There were seven.
Five men. That was the number of people he could kill in just a minute. Don’t ever blink. Because you might miss how fast he would swing his sword. So fast, you wouldn’t believe it.
five seconds. The increments of time to melt butter in the microwave. It melts into a pool of orange gold, ready for cooking. What now? How do you reverse it?
When I was five, I was a good little Christian girl. I sincerely believed that if I followed the word of God, I would go to heaven. That if I lived my life as a good person, I would spend it in Heaven. Now I see the world is not so simple. I feel so jaded. I sound cliche, but I have lost all my faith in humanity.
I have five minutes until every thing ends. My life. My love. My world. It will go dark. They say its painless but I know better. Death is far from painless. Its cold and bitter. Like a crisp lemon on a summer day.
five hours, five minutes, and fifty five seconds ago
you called my name through a crowded hall
and I didn’t turn around
five minutes later
I shouted yours into the walls
five people were waiting in line ahead of me. i wasnt sure if it would be worth waiting but then i noticed, the man second in line had a blue tie on with tiny anchors all over it. I thought about asking him if he enjoyed the ocean or whether he was a fisherman.
Five a stoic number. I bet it is Morgan Freeland favorite number. Five is between 4 and 6.
The number five can represent a lot of things. How many drinks you had, your favorite number or maybe even the number of boys you like. One things for sure, there are countless uses and endless possibilities with the number.
counting and counting all I have is my fingers in my right hand. My left hand was cut and I count the seconds using only my right hand.
five.
five of hearts. poker tournaments end with the small cards. Everybody wants to see the big royal flush, the full house queens on tens. Nobody really expects a straight flush completed with a five until the river ends it all.
when i was five i realized that there was a lot of things that would go wrong in my life. My dad was an ass, my mom lived 3 hours away, and my life was a constant battle of who would win crossing the monkey bars. I had no clue that my life would become so fucking difficult. No idea at all.
the first thing i thought of was the age five. It seems fun to be that age again. 5. how care free. Life today is so stressful, i would very much enjoy to be five again because i think i would be happier in general. I hate thinking about the fact that everyone is so sad all the time but i guess that’s what happens when we all get older and five just becomes a distant memory of age.
hands, fingers, feet, toes, The amount of extra hours sleep I needed, How old I was when I started school, The Kingdom of Broken Skies. How many times I’ve eaten Snails, Fuck shitlle.
why five? its an odd number. I don’t like odd numbers. I like even numbers. If its five people there is once that most likely feels odd or left out. five is just a bad number. four or six are way better. (:
There were five people in the room, which made it rather crowded despite all the space. It was my first time to appear in a porn movie.
I have five fingers (on each hand) and five toes (on each foot). The number five is soft. It’s round and slightly red (but only a very faint red, as if it were barely coloured). Five is a nice round number.
Five was the number of seconds it took me to fall in love with you
one for the freckles that smiled at me from your nose
two for your eyes
three for that laugh, that goddamn gorgeous laugh so sharp it could kill a girl
four for your smile, your smile that haunts me to this day
and five for you, with all your flaws, misconceptions, and faults