gone are the days, minutes and seconds.tick tock goes the clock, mechanical movements so precise, slicing up time, like a citrus fruit cut, showing bracketed, segmented innards.
Jennifer Lemming
I’ve gone away to a far off place, a land of cliches, of tried and true tropes, of wayward words worked to death by the whips of talentless tongues. I’ve gone away today, to dwell among metaphors and similes–more of them than there are stars in sky–whose names I know by heart and whose faces haunt my head, each one a ghost cursing its creative landscape with a drought that dries original thoughts.
My grandfather died over a week ago. He;s gone but not much has gone with him, we retain the memory of him but his life had all but disappeared. His sanity too. He left when his wife died and since then he’s been a half man, half of a soul left in this soulless world.
L.
gone! gone are the good old days. the simple days, the happy days. gone, like they were never there. but its all a part of life, soon these days too will be gone!! but who knows whats to come. it might be better than everything that was before
cake123
i want to be gone. Gone from this city. i want to go explore new place, meet new people. i want to go learn new things. i want to be gone as soon as possible. even though i know when im going im going to miss home and everything about it, i still want to be gone.
izzah
Where have all the chances gone? Away. That’s where!!
how about it today we are discussing about gone. we have seen from the reference of ours from the oxford dictionary and conclude that the time it seems is almost gone
bart
Gone but not forgotten my friend . Rest in peace. God is God over all.
i think about my past when i think about gone because it’s something i will never get back. but it’s to think about things that are gone when they are happy thoughts. regrets are harder to swallow. when i think about gone i also think about my history notes, which my
haniza
She left with all her stuff. Left me standing at the front door. I watched her go. The curve of that perfect behind of her, it disappeared when she turned the corner at the end of the street, dragging her trolley and plastic bag to the busstop. She didn’t look back a single time.
Bryn?
He’s gone for a week. And I was like, “Hell, yeah!!!” I’m freed from his pretty face, sexy deep voice, and his nice attitude. I’m happy for now.
yulistya dey
Gone are the good old days when you could count on a friend to be there for you in thick or thin. Today people no longer have to desire to extend a helping hand to a brother in need. O! how sad indeed .Yes those good day are gone forever.
gone. gone are the days when intellect was valued because of itself and not for its wealth amassing ability.
sathya
The trail had differed in width but not much else. A consistent lineage seemingly strait but surely oscillating, how far had I gone, as this quandary entrenched I realized I was right where I had began. Life provides only so much deviation I suppose.
Derek Dahlk
my life is almost gone though i have only begun .
the world is fast disappearing animals have lost their habitats
and im losing my mind !
for i am almost gone
Kevin Lobo
Gone is where someone or something is not in a place anymore so you could say that someone has gone home it means that they are no longer in the same house or near you.
he has gone to his boss. i don’t know what he expects. he is good at his work but boss is a boss and no boss likes any subordinate to speak much!
MShukla
I finally watched Gone With the Wind the other day. Incredibly long movie, it goes for just under 4 hours and feels like 8. I understand that it was based on a book and it’s considered one of the great epics, but really, there’s only so many times Scarlett can disappoint Rhett.
Everything i know is gone, the love, the life. my dad is gone. my husband is gone. Nothing is here, with me. Everything fleeting, everything destroyed, when can i piece it back again, Can i piece it all back again? Do i want to piece it back up again? This broken shattered life that lies ever broken on the dusty floor. Nothing i feel is here, its all gone.
Mariam
she’s gone like an autumn leaf from a tree, a road covered in leafs all I can see. A sea of interpretation and disillusion where people’s feelings are drowning.
Mielniczuk
He was gone. Just like that. Like a gush of wind that will never come again. Like summer. Though it’s better that way.
Peht
They were gone, just gone. They has been there, he was sure of it. He had touched them so how had they disappear like that? He sat down with a heavy sigh and tried to think this over.
I was sitting alone in the corner. With no one else. I remembered i was talking to a girl last night but as i woke up, everyone has gone. and here i am..alone.
:3
gone are the days when we could just sit under a tree and just let the worries waft away. But where are those trees and those moments and spare time we had.
In a few days time, she will be gone. A leaf drifted too far in the wind. A wave lost in the masses of ocean torrents. Blood will cease to flow like the water running through a dam, and her eyes will close a final time. Eternal peace will surround her, in a shroud of mystery and misery.
She walks hand in hand with pain. Day in, day out, her strength to live knows no bounds.
Yet the flow of time is often found to be fickle, and her strength recedes with each passing hour.
Yes. In a few days time, she will be gone. From our world, and our hearts.
he was gone. All she had left was gone. He had simply disappeared. Only now in his absence did she realize how much she loved him. How much she need him in her life. She began to think about the things she didn’t do when he was still there.
diana
and the faces that swept by in the crowd, just phantasmagoria, just the red swirl of a clown nose or an ice cream cone, all that history, all that nostalgia; gone. she’d wanted him there when she dug out her guts, right from the center, but he was gone, too.
Waking up there are always the same questions: What world is this? If the world I remember is gone, what has replaced it? Have I only been dreaming up to now or is this a dream?
She left. And there was nothing I could do. Disappeared with a trace, leaving my heart in a million tiny pieces. She laughed as she wandered through the darkness. Made everything else a joke, when I loved her.
Daneika
since you’ve been gone the world just doesn’t make sense. I look for you and you’re not in your chair. You’re not making breakfast anymore.. Why aren’t you here? why are you gone? Heaven is where you are. You’ve gone home. I miss you. I wish you weren’t gone just yet. And yet, if you weren’t gone, your mind would be gone, and I couldn’t bear that. So I will deal with the lesser of two pains.
Macy
When something is gone it does not come back. Past tense of ‘to go’. Going, going, gone. For example, my JavaScript has ‘gone’. It says it crashed. It does not work, it is no more, it is gone. Many things ‘go’ but how many are actually ‘gone’? ‘Gone’ sounds very permanent.
Megan
“Gone are the days when daughters used to emulate their mothers; today they drink like their fathers,” reads an anonymous quote on the office wall of a co-worker of mine. I am unsure as to what my co-worker means by this — is it simply a commentary concerning the changing culture of women, and how they abandon traditionally feminine behavior in order to practice traditionally masculine behavior? Or is it an insult about how women are seeking the destinations of respect and gender equality on the wrong avenues of life’s many streets; that they should instead respect body and mind in order to achieve empowering goals for gender equality? My co-worker is a female, by the way, so I highly doubt she’d be condescending to herself. Perhaps upon questioning her, I may find the answer!
when she sets its hard. the world around slowly darkens in a display fit for kings and all I feel is an ache and I find it hard to breathe. I hate it when the the sun leaves. I hate sunsets today.
Natasha Kozaily
gone was the egg as it fell from the nest and splattered all over the pavement. The mama nightingale looked down indifferently and continued vomiting food into her hatching baby bird beaks.
Natasha Kozaily
There was a fleeting smile curling at the corners of her lips as she watched it burn to the ground. A second later and it was gone.
She… She was right there, standing in the frame of the door. And now… Now where is she? I can’t seem to remember. All I do remember is that she saw me, kissing another woman. Is this wrong of me? Is this it? Will I get no second chance? I don’t blame her; she should leave, and she should stay away… But I never imagined it would hurt this much to watch her leave.
Flying a paper aeroplane
Throwing a pebble in a pond
A hurricane
Gentle rain
As quickly as you see it, it is gone
PetitePommes
When you’re gone even for 60 seconds I miss you as if you were gone for a thousand years.
But even though you’re gone you are still here encrypted in my heart.
Christelle Khraish
He was gone. I was never going to get him back. Gone forever and I wouldnt, couldnt handle that. Not for awhile at least. He has been gone. He is gone. I’m not sure which one is more correct but I can accept it. The empty feeling. Gone.
gone are the days, minutes and seconds.tick tock goes the clock, mechanical movements so precise, slicing up time, like a citrus fruit cut, showing bracketed, segmented innards.
I’ve gone away to a far off place, a land of cliches, of tried and true tropes, of wayward words worked to death by the whips of talentless tongues. I’ve gone away today, to dwell among metaphors and similes–more of them than there are stars in sky–whose names I know by heart and whose faces haunt my head, each one a ghost cursing its creative landscape with a drought that dries original thoughts.
My grandfather died over a week ago. He;s gone but not much has gone with him, we retain the memory of him but his life had all but disappeared. His sanity too. He left when his wife died and since then he’s been a half man, half of a soul left in this soulless world.
gone! gone are the good old days. the simple days, the happy days. gone, like they were never there. but its all a part of life, soon these days too will be gone!! but who knows whats to come. it might be better than everything that was before
i want to be gone. Gone from this city. i want to go explore new place, meet new people. i want to go learn new things. i want to be gone as soon as possible. even though i know when im going im going to miss home and everything about it, i still want to be gone.
Where have all the chances gone? Away. That’s where!!
It’s gone…the empty, lonely feeling. There is joy and happiness, companionship versus solitude. I am no longer alone.
how about it today we are discussing about gone. we have seen from the reference of ours from the oxford dictionary and conclude that the time it seems is almost gone
Gone but not forgotten my friend . Rest in peace. God is God over all.
i think about my past when i think about gone because it’s something i will never get back. but it’s to think about things that are gone when they are happy thoughts. regrets are harder to swallow. when i think about gone i also think about my history notes, which my
She left with all her stuff. Left me standing at the front door. I watched her go. The curve of that perfect behind of her, it disappeared when she turned the corner at the end of the street, dragging her trolley and plastic bag to the busstop. She didn’t look back a single time.
He’s gone for a week. And I was like, “Hell, yeah!!!” I’m freed from his pretty face, sexy deep voice, and his nice attitude. I’m happy for now.
Gone are the good old days when you could count on a friend to be there for you in thick or thin. Today people no longer have to desire to extend a helping hand to a brother in need. O! how sad indeed .Yes those good day are gone forever.
gone. gone are the days when intellect was valued because of itself and not for its wealth amassing ability.
The trail had differed in width but not much else. A consistent lineage seemingly strait but surely oscillating, how far had I gone, as this quandary entrenched I realized I was right where I had began. Life provides only so much deviation I suppose.
my life is almost gone though i have only begun .
the world is fast disappearing animals have lost their habitats
and im losing my mind !
for i am almost gone
Gone is where someone or something is not in a place anymore so you could say that someone has gone home it means that they are no longer in the same house or near you.
he has gone to his boss. i don’t know what he expects. he is good at his work but boss is a boss and no boss likes any subordinate to speak much!
I finally watched Gone With the Wind the other day. Incredibly long movie, it goes for just under 4 hours and feels like 8. I understand that it was based on a book and it’s considered one of the great epics, but really, there’s only so many times Scarlett can disappoint Rhett.
Everything i know is gone, the love, the life. my dad is gone. my husband is gone. Nothing is here, with me. Everything fleeting, everything destroyed, when can i piece it back again, Can i piece it all back again? Do i want to piece it back up again? This broken shattered life that lies ever broken on the dusty floor. Nothing i feel is here, its all gone.
she’s gone like an autumn leaf from a tree, a road covered in leafs all I can see. A sea of interpretation and disillusion where people’s feelings are drowning.
He was gone. Just like that. Like a gush of wind that will never come again. Like summer. Though it’s better that way.
They were gone, just gone. They has been there, he was sure of it. He had touched them so how had they disappear like that? He sat down with a heavy sigh and tried to think this over.
I was sitting alone in the corner. With no one else. I remembered i was talking to a girl last night but as i woke up, everyone has gone. and here i am..alone.
gone are the days when we could just sit under a tree and just let the worries waft away. But where are those trees and those moments and spare time we had.
In a few days time, she will be gone. A leaf drifted too far in the wind. A wave lost in the masses of ocean torrents. Blood will cease to flow like the water running through a dam, and her eyes will close a final time. Eternal peace will surround her, in a shroud of mystery and misery.
She walks hand in hand with pain. Day in, day out, her strength to live knows no bounds.
Yet the flow of time is often found to be fickle, and her strength recedes with each passing hour.
Yes. In a few days time, she will be gone. From our world, and our hearts.
he was gone. All she had left was gone. He had simply disappeared. Only now in his absence did she realize how much she loved him. How much she need him in her life. She began to think about the things she didn’t do when he was still there.
and the faces that swept by in the crowd, just phantasmagoria, just the red swirl of a clown nose or an ice cream cone, all that history, all that nostalgia; gone. she’d wanted him there when she dug out her guts, right from the center, but he was gone, too.
Waking up there are always the same questions: What world is this? If the world I remember is gone, what has replaced it? Have I only been dreaming up to now or is this a dream?
She left. And there was nothing I could do. Disappeared with a trace, leaving my heart in a million tiny pieces. She laughed as she wandered through the darkness. Made everything else a joke, when I loved her.
since you’ve been gone the world just doesn’t make sense. I look for you and you’re not in your chair. You’re not making breakfast anymore.. Why aren’t you here? why are you gone? Heaven is where you are. You’ve gone home. I miss you. I wish you weren’t gone just yet. And yet, if you weren’t gone, your mind would be gone, and I couldn’t bear that. So I will deal with the lesser of two pains.
When something is gone it does not come back. Past tense of ‘to go’. Going, going, gone. For example, my JavaScript has ‘gone’. It says it crashed. It does not work, it is no more, it is gone. Many things ‘go’ but how many are actually ‘gone’? ‘Gone’ sounds very permanent.
“Gone are the days when daughters used to emulate their mothers; today they drink like their fathers,” reads an anonymous quote on the office wall of a co-worker of mine. I am unsure as to what my co-worker means by this — is it simply a commentary concerning the changing culture of women, and how they abandon traditionally feminine behavior in order to practice traditionally masculine behavior? Or is it an insult about how women are seeking the destinations of respect and gender equality on the wrong avenues of life’s many streets; that they should instead respect body and mind in order to achieve empowering goals for gender equality? My co-worker is a female, by the way, so I highly doubt she’d be condescending to herself. Perhaps upon questioning her, I may find the answer!
when she sets its hard. the world around slowly darkens in a display fit for kings and all I feel is an ache and I find it hard to breathe. I hate it when the the sun leaves. I hate sunsets today.
gone was the egg as it fell from the nest and splattered all over the pavement. The mama nightingale looked down indifferently and continued vomiting food into her hatching baby bird beaks.
There was a fleeting smile curling at the corners of her lips as she watched it burn to the ground. A second later and it was gone.
She… She was right there, standing in the frame of the door. And now… Now where is she? I can’t seem to remember. All I do remember is that she saw me, kissing another woman. Is this wrong of me? Is this it? Will I get no second chance? I don’t blame her; she should leave, and she should stay away… But I never imagined it would hurt this much to watch her leave.
Flying a paper aeroplane
Throwing a pebble in a pond
A hurricane
Gentle rain
As quickly as you see it, it is gone
When you’re gone even for 60 seconds I miss you as if you were gone for a thousand years.
But even though you’re gone you are still here encrypted in my heart.
He was gone. I was never going to get him back. Gone forever and I wouldnt, couldnt handle that. Not for awhile at least. He has been gone. He is gone. I’m not sure which one is more correct but I can accept it. The empty feeling. Gone.