incomplete is unfinished. not comoplete. much like the writing that i am doing right now. incomplete. unfinished thoughts. bits and pieces flying around my head. incomplete is a way of life.
anna
I am incomplete without you.
you are my voice,
my confidence that the world is still a good place.
you are almost home…
I don’t think I can wait
it’s making me feel giddy to see you
and I can’t control my laughter
and you really do relax me…
The act of not being complete. If something is incomplete it is not fully realised, it is not whole. I feel incomplete.
Jake Mercer
Everything is incomplete. The concept of completeness in itself is flawed because completeness implies the end, and nothing is really the end. Everything we leave on this planet will continue on to be something, some where and somehow.
Scott
I tried to finish it, but i simply couldn’t. It was ruining my life. Everything about it was gnawing at my brain. How could it come to this? The only thing that was stopping it’s completion was myself. Its my own fault. I only need to fucking focus.
Gabe Grieve
Incomplete is something which isn’t complete. Like an incomplete drawing, its called incomplete, because it’s not completed by its owner. Incomplete can be referred while we talk about life, too.
Shivani
I am incomplete, there’s something crawling in my head
and it’s telling me about how incomplete I feel
My chemistry exam was so exhausting. I barely remembered what I did yesterday, and this, all of these facts and names and stoichiometry, I tried I really did, but I ended up handing my exam, incomplete. I think I’ve failed my mother.
My life is incomplete. I have yet to explore all the aspects of life I yearn for. I am held back by what other people want me to do and what society says i should do. If it was me I would explore the romances of the unusual.
Joseph Wozlonis
There is an incomplete feeling I get when I go somewhere to eat, decide to try something new, then be totally disappointed.
Two halves make a whole. One without the other is simply incomplete.
Elizabeth
“I feel so incomplete anymore, life just seems to weigh me down. It is hard to focus.” “what do you mean life just seems to weigh you down?” “I don’t know, it just does.” Elesy released a long sigh and sucked in a soft breath of air to calm her nerves.
A.R. Harlow
Life is incomplete without love and kindness . Everyone should male a point to complete everyone else. The world would be a better place.
alanna
You know there’s something missing too, right? Don’t make me the bad guy just for saying what we’re both feeling. Oh great, cry. You know what, you’re lying to yourself right now. Don’t you even dare pretend like we were good together. Don’t you even dare.
I was lost. without all of the things I believed I needed. I guess I couldn’t possibly understand the truth of love and want. Lust and desire. Perhaps I am just screwed up. I will never understand the actual need of love. Some people are obsessed. But to quote, “Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.”-Moulin Rouge
Life is incomplete without love. But when your happiness is left behind for love, then what has happened?
Shelby
I’ve always felt incomplete.
It scares me, just staring in that mirror clutching my tool.
I kill to feel complete; but how complete am I truly when the feeling disappears after so long?
My first murder, it made me so happy. I stopped the abuse, I was free – I was a complete person that wasn’t put down!
…but now?
I’m just a murderer, taking things from peoples lives just because I don’t have them. So angry, so sad, so broken…
tripping slipping gripping a pen words flip and, beginning to make sense I, grab you by the shoulders it. hasn’t started yet. has. will. won’t ever come out. has to. I won’t let you complete me.
The three adventurers rushed out of the catacombs.
Mark was the last one out and just in time, too. The entire structure collapsed behind them.
“We’re out”. They struggled for breath.
Lynda reached for the retrieved. Her face turned white.
Mark was the first to see what she was. Part of the artifact had broken off.
I am thinking about bad music, the electrim beats of an imagined drum and how we seek music to fill holes in our bodies which we imagine ourselves, these imagined sounds filling imagined places with imagined synthesis. I feel cathartic today with how much and how little I find myself in, and watching you drive your car south, in the opposite direction of this girl I am with snow skin and a penchant for tucking herself into mountains.
I feel imcomplete all of the time. I feel like nobody can understand what it really feels like to be complete, until they reach total happiness. And what is total happiness? Does anybody even know. I sure don’t. I’m far far away from that line, and I just can’t seem to reach it!
nik
incomplete mean to be unfinished with something. When your incomplete you won’t have the feeling of fulfilment inside. I love that feeling. When you not done it feels bad. Incomplete is just bad in general. Always be complete instead of incomplete. Do you like the feeling of being incomplete? I bet it sucks so always be complete. When kids forget to do their homework they are incomplete.
justin
that’s my feelings, mostly what i feel.
Sometimes, I feel as if my life is incomplete, other times, I’m grateful for what I have and think that I’ve got it all.
Incomplete is what I feel. When I see the word incomplete, I think of myself… My life
and the world without
Fella
Sometimes when I’m depressed, I feel incomplete. Empty. Like nothing’s real. But then Tom kisses me, and it brings me home. Relights the fire in my heart. Makes me feel.
Amber
He felt incomplete without the weight of the thing on his finger – incomplete, and yet somehow completely, terrifyingly free.
not finish something, leave unfinished. not completed, left undone. start but but left like that.
Ayesha
How can I hold the world in the palm of my hand and feel so poor? I possess wealth, good looks, charm, and intelligence and go home every night and feel so alone. Where is my other half, where do I
There world was in his the palm of his hand. He had the biggest house in the neighborhood. The best car, and wore only designer suits. Charm, looks, and intelligence had blessed him. But every night, he’d slip into a bed too big for him and
this portion is finished, this stage fulfilled. i have managed to acomplish that, and now am done with this task. what do i strive for now? where do i go, where might it all take me; i’m losing my direction, the fringes of my focus fray, because i have not yet reached my destination, there are still so many blanks to be filled in.
I can’t help but think that I am missing something. I have my family, and my health. I have everything anyone could ever want, and yet I’m left with the feeling that my life is incomplete. Am I to blame?
Lauren
Everything is incomplete
My mind is incomplete
What I wanna do I don’t know
My father wants incomplete things from me
Really my life sucks
Sometimes I question why I’m here
Sex?
Taboos?
Do I live y life in vain?
I really don’t know anything
Sometimes I think I’m Jon Snow
Pinar
Everything feels so incomplete. This life, this love, this so-called succes of his, it all feels complete. How come he let it get this far? How could it get this far? He looked at Vera who was lying near his feat, unconscious. This was her, this was it, this was the love of his life. And this was her end. How could it get this far?
life is incomplete without a secondary activity in your life… an activity that you love and enjoy involving yourself in and above all an activity that gives you happiness. it can be anything from sports, to leisure reading, rapping, poetry…anything that is not your day to day job or school work for those in school. we all need that one thing that distracts as from the hustle and bustle of every day life, something that engages you fully, something that when you are doing takes all your focus and above all leaves you feeling relaxed and relieved from all other pressures, even though just for a short time. it also has to be something that adds value to your life.
mine is Rugby.
TheKing
my life was incomplete without you. and then i met you. and since then, i haven’t had a chance to think what it will be like without you. or rather. i wouldn’t want to think about it. i’ve spent my whole life, looking for you. trying to imagine what it’ll be like when someone finally opens my box of presents. the special something that finally would have an owner. and now, i’m comple—-
Angela
this world is incomplete without you mr. fictional character who i happen to be in love with for some reason and initially i intended…i intended this to be a tribute but it ended with me sprawled out on the floor convulsing with sweat dripping down the side of my face and myself screaming and talking about me because all is me all is fantasy and me and nothing is real or close all is far especially you because you are fiction
my life is incomplete without love….my parents…my sister……incomplete is the world without love…nd i hate being incomplete…i mean they wont even fetch u marks in exzams….being i
i swallowed a shard of your fractured chandelier
so you’ll never have it whole
you’ll have to open me up to get it
but my bones are sharp as glass
they’ll cut your fingers if you do
(of course i’ll bleed out anyway
with the piece in my belly
but at least i’d go out
a bit more glamorous than i would have)
incomplete is unfinished. not comoplete. much like the writing that i am doing right now. incomplete. unfinished thoughts. bits and pieces flying around my head. incomplete is a way of life.
I am incomplete without you.
you are my voice,
my confidence that the world is still a good place.
you are almost home…
I don’t think I can wait
it’s making me feel giddy to see you
and I can’t control my laughter
and you really do relax me…
you are amazing.
The act of not being complete. If something is incomplete it is not fully realised, it is not whole. I feel incomplete.
Everything is incomplete. The concept of completeness in itself is flawed because completeness implies the end, and nothing is really the end. Everything we leave on this planet will continue on to be something, some where and somehow.
I tried to finish it, but i simply couldn’t. It was ruining my life. Everything about it was gnawing at my brain. How could it come to this? The only thing that was stopping it’s completion was myself. Its my own fault. I only need to fucking focus.
Incomplete is something which isn’t complete. Like an incomplete drawing, its called incomplete, because it’s not completed by its owner. Incomplete can be referred while we talk about life, too.
I am incomplete, there’s something crawling in my head
and it’s telling me about how incomplete I feel
I lie and lie and lie and lie
My chemistry exam was so exhausting. I barely remembered what I did yesterday, and this, all of these facts and names and stoichiometry, I tried I really did, but I ended up handing my exam, incomplete. I think I’ve failed my mother.
The thought was left incomplete, forever dangling, for in the next moment a distraction in the form of a fist collided with the side of his face.
1
My life is incomplete. I have yet to explore all the aspects of life I yearn for. I am held back by what other people want me to do and what society says i should do. If it was me I would explore the romances of the unusual.
There is an incomplete feeling I get when I go somewhere to eat, decide to try something new, then be totally disappointed.
Two halves make a whole. One without the other is simply incomplete.
“I feel so incomplete anymore, life just seems to weigh me down. It is hard to focus.” “what do you mean life just seems to weigh you down?” “I don’t know, it just does.” Elesy released a long sigh and sucked in a soft breath of air to calm her nerves.
Life is incomplete without love and kindness . Everyone should male a point to complete everyone else. The world would be a better place.
You know there’s something missing too, right? Don’t make me the bad guy just for saying what we’re both feeling. Oh great, cry. You know what, you’re lying to yourself right now. Don’t you even dare pretend like we were good together. Don’t you even dare.
incomplete is something that is not finished.
I was lost. without all of the things I believed I needed. I guess I couldn’t possibly understand the truth of love and want. Lust and desire. Perhaps I am just screwed up. I will never understand the actual need of love. Some people are obsessed. But to quote, “Thank you for curing me of my ridiculous obsession with love.”-Moulin Rouge
Life is incomplete without love. But when your happiness is left behind for love, then what has happened?
I’ve always felt incomplete.
It scares me, just staring in that mirror clutching my tool.
I kill to feel complete; but how complete am I truly when the feeling disappears after so long?
My first murder, it made me so happy. I stopped the abuse, I was free – I was a complete person that wasn’t put down!
…but now?
I’m just a murderer, taking things from peoples lives just because I don’t have them. So angry, so sad, so broken…
So incomplete.
tripping slipping gripping a pen words flip and, beginning to make sense I, grab you by the shoulders it. hasn’t started yet. has. will. won’t ever come out. has to. I won’t let you complete me.
This sentence is
The three adventurers rushed out of the catacombs.
Mark was the last one out and just in time, too. The entire structure collapsed behind them.
“We’re out”. They struggled for breath.
Lynda reached for the retrieved. Her face turned white.
Mark was the first to see what she was. Part of the artifact had broken off.
I am thinking about bad music, the electrim beats of an imagined drum and how we seek music to fill holes in our bodies which we imagine ourselves, these imagined sounds filling imagined places with imagined synthesis. I feel cathartic today with how much and how little I find myself in, and watching you drive your car south, in the opposite direction of this girl I am with snow skin and a penchant for tucking herself into mountains.
I feel imcomplete all of the time. I feel like nobody can understand what it really feels like to be complete, until they reach total happiness. And what is total happiness? Does anybody even know. I sure don’t. I’m far far away from that line, and I just can’t seem to reach it!
incomplete mean to be unfinished with something. When your incomplete you won’t have the feeling of fulfilment inside. I love that feeling. When you not done it feels bad. Incomplete is just bad in general. Always be complete instead of incomplete. Do you like the feeling of being incomplete? I bet it sucks so always be complete. When kids forget to do their homework they are incomplete.
that’s my feelings, mostly what i feel.
Sometimes, I feel as if my life is incomplete, other times, I’m grateful for what I have and think that I’ve got it all.
Incomplete is what I feel. When I see the word incomplete, I think of myself… My life
and the world without
Sometimes when I’m depressed, I feel incomplete. Empty. Like nothing’s real. But then Tom kisses me, and it brings me home. Relights the fire in my heart. Makes me feel.
He felt incomplete without the weight of the thing on his finger – incomplete, and yet somehow completely, terrifyingly free.
not finish something, leave unfinished. not completed, left undone. start but but left like that.
How can I hold the world in the palm of my hand and feel so poor? I possess wealth, good looks, charm, and intelligence and go home every night and feel so alone. Where is my other half, where do I
There world was in his the palm of his hand. He had the biggest house in the neighborhood. The best car, and wore only designer suits. Charm, looks, and intelligence had blessed him. But every night, he’d slip into a bed too big for him and
this portion is finished, this stage fulfilled. i have managed to acomplish that, and now am done with this task. what do i strive for now? where do i go, where might it all take me; i’m losing my direction, the fringes of my focus fray, because i have not yet reached my destination, there are still so many blanks to be filled in.
I can’t help but think that I am missing something. I have my family, and my health. I have everything anyone could ever want, and yet I’m left with the feeling that my life is incomplete. Am I to blame?
Everything is incomplete
My mind is incomplete
What I wanna do I don’t know
My father wants incomplete things from me
Really my life sucks
Sometimes I question why I’m here
Sex?
Taboos?
Do I live y life in vain?
I really don’t know anything
Sometimes I think I’m Jon Snow
Everything feels so incomplete. This life, this love, this so-called succes of his, it all feels complete. How come he let it get this far? How could it get this far? He looked at Vera who was lying near his feat, unconscious. This was her, this was it, this was the love of his life. And this was her end. How could it get this far?
life is incomplete without a secondary activity in your life… an activity that you love and enjoy involving yourself in and above all an activity that gives you happiness. it can be anything from sports, to leisure reading, rapping, poetry…anything that is not your day to day job or school work for those in school. we all need that one thing that distracts as from the hustle and bustle of every day life, something that engages you fully, something that when you are doing takes all your focus and above all leaves you feeling relaxed and relieved from all other pressures, even though just for a short time. it also has to be something that adds value to your life.
mine is Rugby.
my life was incomplete without you. and then i met you. and since then, i haven’t had a chance to think what it will be like without you. or rather. i wouldn’t want to think about it. i’ve spent my whole life, looking for you. trying to imagine what it’ll be like when someone finally opens my box of presents. the special something that finally would have an owner. and now, i’m comple—-
this world is incomplete without you mr. fictional character who i happen to be in love with for some reason and initially i intended…i intended this to be a tribute but it ended with me sprawled out on the floor convulsing with sweat dripping down the side of my face and myself screaming and talking about me because all is me all is fantasy and me and nothing is real or close all is far especially you because you are fiction
my life is incomplete without love….my parents…my sister……incomplete is the world without love…nd i hate being incomplete…i mean they wont even fetch u marks in exzams….being i