I felt gross, somehow, as I looked from my empty glass, drained of its root beer and ice cream, to the old clock on the mantle, which informed me I had wasted yet another summer day.
David
It reeks and I try not to breathe. The hot exhaust burns against my skin like a heater on an unpleasantly warm day. I can’t move, and the engine roars, and I am idle, like the car, idle.
Wicker
I sit idly in my recliner, watching life take shape on the computer screen. The wind kicks up outside and thunderclouds hover, but I don’t pay any attention when I get to be on The Daily Beast et al.
kjeb
Still; unmoving. Lifeless, almost, apart from the stale air rattling in and out, on repeat.
Dull and uninterested; uncaptivated. How easily we are sidetracked from the greatest joys and most fantastic wonder of our precious world.
Samantha
Im just sitting here. My life is just me, procrastinating. I have to motivation, no drive. I feel idle, i feel lost. Then I realize my chances and opportunities. I fly, I can do anything.
brad
I sat idle, thinking for a time about the hours of misery before me. I didn’t know how long it would take to load all those fetid bodies on to the truck, but I knew if my muscles didn’t give out first the smell would have me keeling over before too long. I guess I’ll just have to get on with it.
Drew Church
Twiddling yours thumbs, sitting with nothing to do. Usually refers to a physical sensation more than a mental sensation, for while your body could be sitting forgotten, your mind could be whirring through thousands of thoughts. It is difficult to be completely, mentally and physically, idle.
Laura
time alone scared idle freedom stupid dumb sex alone lonley fear i d l e fun boring fat skinny idle
Brandi
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
like bebel gilberto, her samba da bencau
now languid in my head, one language
to forestall another, to dwarf a softening other
to tame another, to love another, to swim
like pollock, his can gripped, tight fists
and you turn onto your back, falling
left arm dangling, open bottle and its contents
desmond kon
i am standing still, idle
like a blocked water way, still
if i could move i would, i would run as far as i could but there is something holding me, fear. fear of not knowing, fear of reaching some place and becoming idle once again,
Brent Olechna
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
like marvin laird, like jan kaczmarek
like perlman and his black orpheus
like hans zimmer, like gabriel yared
like harry gregson-williams
like michel camillo
like andrew powell in a walk with keats
like masakazu yoshizawa in that zen garden
desmond kon
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
chopin’s nocturne in f sharp, then e flat
flattening out to the square-dance hall
and the poem that moved over its own face
watery, one word after another, afloat
but a rich spin, sudden pirouette
flash of paint like truth, the tremor
of it and what the middles of us take away
desmond kon
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
look, three women doing taichi in a line
synchronic-diatonic like pepe sitra
that phoenix mix, cocktail percussions
bells in a collective pealing, distilling
you in bed, another pure denuded sinew
the towel blanket dropped off the ledge
a thud, beside the storm drain, again
desmond kon
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
two-twelve in the morning and awake
love the two yohji yamamoto black tees
tipping point of a rubber-stamp peony
in an arch to big-perfumed bouquet
out back, my arm tries to reach out
yo-yo ma’s appalachia waltz
like that faraway lover’s do-able dance
desmond kon
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
pollock hunched over like that edward hopper
lighthouse picture, cafe, drawing room
was there a drawing room and behind it
another blueprint of long island
that expanse of green now winter, white
clean as freshly wiped chin over coffee
good night to the conscious sublime
desmond kon
hah, I idle here on the couch for days at a time. I wake up rested and try to break the daze, but right now, I am content to idle here in the dog days of August before returning to full go.
norm
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
a cartesian don’t-think remove
heraclitean follow-through
to the seven-twenty ml just downed like life
a resplendent bottle, iridescent in the rain
the good sake midnight rain in cupped palms
pollock’s newest drip, newest unsteady line
what fugue in another bach, reprised
desmond kon
There is an idle chattering in the back of the room. Two women sit with their hands glued to their coffees and chat idly about the weather, the current state of the economy and the best lover they ever encountered. Occasionally one will flutter her eyelashes at the barista and smile. Their conversation ends abruptly.
kit
Idly I will wait for you. Event though you left me behind. You threw away everything I care of for you. you left me in the dirt. Idly, I will still wait for you, unbeknownest as to why. Idly I will wait.
Kitty
Idly waiting. Idly waiting for something to happen. But you can’t do that. You have to take a stand. Idly waiting is not going to work. You have to take charge of the situation. Idle.
Rey
idly whiling the time away, twirling and whirling every which way, and these hands that aren’t busy and this mind that can think are free to make and and make up any old thing.
wigout
to idle is to just sit in one place and not do anything. Cars idle when in park and turned on. He idly read his book. How can one idle if there is nothing to be done? Easy idling is to sit and not do anything.
Valene Farhenthold
Idly sit by as life moves along. Everybody’s idle sometimes, everybody stops moving once in a while. So why do I feel so guilty when I stop doing things. We only have one life to live, shall we live it idly?
Why not?
Y
As I sat idle on my computer, I realized how much of a waste this was. Talking to people that lived on the other side of the world, spending hours dressing up little pixelated characters. I could be doing something so much better with my life. I could be actually working on my novel, instead of typing out this prompt because I have writers block. I really hate writers block. I think I shall sit idle some more, getting really excited when people give me stuff on Gaia, and making my avatar even cooler.
Kayla
Sitting alone in the dark, not knowing what is going on around you. Nothing can bring you out of this state.Your stuck alone.
Kaira
My once safe and idle thoughts have turned dangerous…they turn to him…always him…his skin, his lips…his hands.
Katie
Tapping his foot against the floor and checking his watch, Albert impatiently waited for his friend to show up. Until he did, Albert would be forced to just stand here, and he hated to be idle. He wanted to DO something, not just wait around to start.
missy
Idling. Idle. Idling.
Sitting here and doing nothing.
Well, not doing nothing.
I’m looking at all the people
Walking by and watching them
Conform to what they feel they
Should do in life.
I don’t know why I cannot speak
Up and tell them they are wrong
But I just don’t have the heart
To shatter their perception
And change their reality.
It’s none of my business
Idling. Idle. Idling.
V
He was slumped on the couch, resisting even the thought of getting up. “It’s far too hot for that,” he complained, fanning himself with a sheet of paper.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” She bent down and kissed him.
nathan
when i hear the word idle, i think of AIM. when you don’t have any activity on AIM for a while, it says you’re idle. i don’t know what else to say but i’ll keep typing. idle fidle widle sidle gidle hidle. they rhyme. not many words rhyme with edle. only one of those actually IS a word. haha. okay. idle bidle cidle. flarg.
abby
i am totally being idle right now…i should be making phone calls but i am writing about the word idle, so it’s doubly ironic.
i love being idle for the first time in my life, it’s so nice to have a chance to breathe and not be so busy at every moment that i have no idea how i think and feel about anything. now i breathe and am idle and i know myself.
caroline
Being idle is one of the great joys. All too often in our lives we are busy, racing around from here to there to everywhere, with little time to sit back and just contemplate life. For me, that was one of the great things about having young children. I know that might seem like a contradiction as young children are seldom linked with idleness but really there is quite a bit of time when you have to just sit there and observe them, make sure they don’t get into trouble, and just relax and be idle. Watch the water drifting by in a stream, exam a flower close up, have a long conversation about a somewhat pointless (but important to your child) topic. I think as we grow older, we lose touch with idleness and should all practise it every day of our lives. Don’t you agree?
Ruth
My day today. I should be doing something but there is nothing to do. Well, I could do homework, but… no. I love summer but I hate being idle. Dang.
grace h
I let my laptop remain idle for quite some time, even though that’s going against all that I believe in. It’s not that I want to waste precious energy in the making, it’s that I don’t want to feel so god damn alone in this world… so I reach out. Through my computer monitor.
hugarbol
idling the car in front of her house, I wiped the frost off of the windshield–the inside of the windshield–yes, it was that cold. Looking down at the box in my hand, i wondered whether this-any of this-was or had been a good idea. I opened the velvet and saw my poem–but not a ring.
Ethan
The boat idled in the harbor as the setting sun finally vanished behind the storm clouds. Two bodies stole from the cabin into the fresh air, washing away the affair.
mk
bone idle your really lazy almost like a tree sinking in the sea u dont want to get out of bed incase you get hit by a bus and your brains scatter across the windscren and you die painfully including the band the faint playing on ur ipod just incase you need a wake up call
Megann
Idly I sit in the lab, my hands holding up my chin as I think about the future. Future, that dreaded thing that seems so soon. I seem quiet, but my mind is hardly idle at all. All the ideas are agitated in my head. The world seems to spin.
Annie
I IDLE AT THE ROBOT AND THINK – WHAT A REALY BAD DAY – WHEN IS THE ROBOT GOING TO CHANGE? WHAT WENT WRONG IN MY LIFE??? WHY DID I DO THE THINGS I DID??? WHAT IS SO SPECIAL ABOUT HER – WHY DID HE CHOOSE HER????:” I STILL LOVE HIM
INGRID
The kitten was still as the hooded man retrieved his knife from it’s pelt. It lay idle on the curb side. Alarmed, the man stood at attention.
I felt gross, somehow, as I looked from my empty glass, drained of its root beer and ice cream, to the old clock on the mantle, which informed me I had wasted yet another summer day.
It reeks and I try not to breathe. The hot exhaust burns against my skin like a heater on an unpleasantly warm day. I can’t move, and the engine roars, and I am idle, like the car, idle.
I sit idly in my recliner, watching life take shape on the computer screen. The wind kicks up outside and thunderclouds hover, but I don’t pay any attention when I get to be on The Daily Beast et al.
Still; unmoving. Lifeless, almost, apart from the stale air rattling in and out, on repeat.
Dull and uninterested; uncaptivated. How easily we are sidetracked from the greatest joys and most fantastic wonder of our precious world.
Im just sitting here. My life is just me, procrastinating. I have to motivation, no drive. I feel idle, i feel lost. Then I realize my chances and opportunities. I fly, I can do anything.
I sat idle, thinking for a time about the hours of misery before me. I didn’t know how long it would take to load all those fetid bodies on to the truck, but I knew if my muscles didn’t give out first the smell would have me keeling over before too long. I guess I’ll just have to get on with it.
Twiddling yours thumbs, sitting with nothing to do. Usually refers to a physical sensation more than a mental sensation, for while your body could be sitting forgotten, your mind could be whirring through thousands of thoughts. It is difficult to be completely, mentally and physically, idle.
time alone scared idle freedom stupid dumb sex alone lonley fear i d l e fun boring fat skinny idle
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
like bebel gilberto, her samba da bencau
now languid in my head, one language
to forestall another, to dwarf a softening other
to tame another, to love another, to swim
like pollock, his can gripped, tight fists
and you turn onto your back, falling
left arm dangling, open bottle and its contents
i am standing still, idle
like a blocked water way, still
if i could move i would, i would run as far as i could but there is something holding me, fear. fear of not knowing, fear of reaching some place and becoming idle once again,
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
like marvin laird, like jan kaczmarek
like perlman and his black orpheus
like hans zimmer, like gabriel yared
like harry gregson-williams
like michel camillo
like andrew powell in a walk with keats
like masakazu yoshizawa in that zen garden
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
chopin’s nocturne in f sharp, then e flat
flattening out to the square-dance hall
and the poem that moved over its own face
watery, one word after another, afloat
but a rich spin, sudden pirouette
flash of paint like truth, the tremor
of it and what the middles of us take away
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
look, three women doing taichi in a line
synchronic-diatonic like pepe sitra
that phoenix mix, cocktail percussions
bells in a collective pealing, distilling
you in bed, another pure denuded sinew
the towel blanket dropped off the ledge
a thud, beside the storm drain, again
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
two-twelve in the morning and awake
love the two yohji yamamoto black tees
tipping point of a rubber-stamp peony
in an arch to big-perfumed bouquet
out back, my arm tries to reach out
yo-yo ma’s appalachia waltz
like that faraway lover’s do-able dance
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
pollock hunched over like that edward hopper
lighthouse picture, cafe, drawing room
was there a drawing room and behind it
another blueprint of long island
that expanse of green now winter, white
clean as freshly wiped chin over coffee
good night to the conscious sublime
hah, I idle here on the couch for days at a time. I wake up rested and try to break the daze, but right now, I am content to idle here in the dog days of August before returning to full go.
the seven-min dramaepic poem with the idol in my id
by desmond kon délong-wangshu
a cartesian don’t-think remove
heraclitean follow-through
to the seven-twenty ml just downed like life
a resplendent bottle, iridescent in the rain
the good sake midnight rain in cupped palms
pollock’s newest drip, newest unsteady line
what fugue in another bach, reprised
There is an idle chattering in the back of the room. Two women sit with their hands glued to their coffees and chat idly about the weather, the current state of the economy and the best lover they ever encountered. Occasionally one will flutter her eyelashes at the barista and smile. Their conversation ends abruptly.
Idly I will wait for you. Event though you left me behind. You threw away everything I care of for you. you left me in the dirt. Idly, I will still wait for you, unbeknownest as to why. Idly I will wait.
Idly waiting. Idly waiting for something to happen. But you can’t do that. You have to take a stand. Idly waiting is not going to work. You have to take charge of the situation. Idle.
idly whiling the time away, twirling and whirling every which way, and these hands that aren’t busy and this mind that can think are free to make and and make up any old thing.
to idle is to just sit in one place and not do anything. Cars idle when in park and turned on. He idly read his book. How can one idle if there is nothing to be done? Easy idling is to sit and not do anything.
Idly sit by as life moves along. Everybody’s idle sometimes, everybody stops moving once in a while. So why do I feel so guilty when I stop doing things. We only have one life to live, shall we live it idly?
Why not?
As I sat idle on my computer, I realized how much of a waste this was. Talking to people that lived on the other side of the world, spending hours dressing up little pixelated characters. I could be doing something so much better with my life. I could be actually working on my novel, instead of typing out this prompt because I have writers block. I really hate writers block. I think I shall sit idle some more, getting really excited when people give me stuff on Gaia, and making my avatar even cooler.
Sitting alone in the dark, not knowing what is going on around you. Nothing can bring you out of this state.Your stuck alone.
My once safe and idle thoughts have turned dangerous…they turn to him…always him…his skin, his lips…his hands.
Tapping his foot against the floor and checking his watch, Albert impatiently waited for his friend to show up. Until he did, Albert would be forced to just stand here, and he hated to be idle. He wanted to DO something, not just wait around to start.
Idling. Idle. Idling.
Sitting here and doing nothing.
Well, not doing nothing.
I’m looking at all the people
Walking by and watching them
Conform to what they feel they
Should do in life.
I don’t know why I cannot speak
Up and tell them they are wrong
But I just don’t have the heart
To shatter their perception
And change their reality.
It’s none of my business
Idling. Idle. Idling.
He was slumped on the couch, resisting even the thought of getting up. “It’s far too hot for that,” he complained, fanning himself with a sheet of paper.
“Oh, I don’t think so.” She bent down and kissed him.
when i hear the word idle, i think of AIM. when you don’t have any activity on AIM for a while, it says you’re idle. i don’t know what else to say but i’ll keep typing. idle fidle widle sidle gidle hidle. they rhyme. not many words rhyme with edle. only one of those actually IS a word. haha. okay. idle bidle cidle. flarg.
i am totally being idle right now…i should be making phone calls but i am writing about the word idle, so it’s doubly ironic.
i love being idle for the first time in my life, it’s so nice to have a chance to breathe and not be so busy at every moment that i have no idea how i think and feel about anything. now i breathe and am idle and i know myself.
Being idle is one of the great joys. All too often in our lives we are busy, racing around from here to there to everywhere, with little time to sit back and just contemplate life. For me, that was one of the great things about having young children. I know that might seem like a contradiction as young children are seldom linked with idleness but really there is quite a bit of time when you have to just sit there and observe them, make sure they don’t get into trouble, and just relax and be idle. Watch the water drifting by in a stream, exam a flower close up, have a long conversation about a somewhat pointless (but important to your child) topic. I think as we grow older, we lose touch with idleness and should all practise it every day of our lives. Don’t you agree?
My day today. I should be doing something but there is nothing to do. Well, I could do homework, but… no. I love summer but I hate being idle. Dang.
I let my laptop remain idle for quite some time, even though that’s going against all that I believe in. It’s not that I want to waste precious energy in the making, it’s that I don’t want to feel so god damn alone in this world… so I reach out. Through my computer monitor.
idling the car in front of her house, I wiped the frost off of the windshield–the inside of the windshield–yes, it was that cold. Looking down at the box in my hand, i wondered whether this-any of this-was or had been a good idea. I opened the velvet and saw my poem–but not a ring.
The boat idled in the harbor as the setting sun finally vanished behind the storm clouds. Two bodies stole from the cabin into the fresh air, washing away the affair.
bone idle your really lazy almost like a tree sinking in the sea u dont want to get out of bed incase you get hit by a bus and your brains scatter across the windscren and you die painfully including the band the faint playing on ur ipod just incase you need a wake up call
Idly I sit in the lab, my hands holding up my chin as I think about the future. Future, that dreaded thing that seems so soon. I seem quiet, but my mind is hardly idle at all. All the ideas are agitated in my head. The world seems to spin.
I IDLE AT THE ROBOT AND THINK – WHAT A REALY BAD DAY – WHEN IS THE ROBOT GOING TO CHANGE? WHAT WENT WRONG IN MY LIFE??? WHY DID I DO THE THINGS I DID??? WHAT IS SO SPECIAL ABOUT HER – WHY DID HE CHOOSE HER????:” I STILL LOVE HIM
The kitten was still as the hooded man retrieved his knife from it’s pelt. It lay idle on the curb side. Alarmed, the man stood at attention.