On a different level than most. maybe lower maybe higher you never know. Games have lots of levels and they get harder as they go. only a few can make it to the highest level
khalil Campbell
“level with me,” he said, looking exhausted. “who is he?”
The love of my life.
“Just some guy.”
emma
There are many levels of exhaustion. The first and smallest level being that one merely pants, and their blood pressure has increased. But the highest level of exhaustion is when one’s body can not handle the pressure anymore so it just gives up. Not unless you’re a fighter. Fighters never give up.
And as we went to the next level, I thought about the journey that took us here. And I was content. Not in a way that leads to stagnation, but purely, blissfully joyous. Not happy necessarily, as happiness is one of the most elusive things in life.
Amanda
Keep it on a level. That is it, The modern fear. If you are a little out of sync, a little tipsy on life’s seesaw, a little wonky underfoot, then watch out. They’ll come and get you, hunt you down, amrk your card, daub your door. If you aren’t part of the machine, you aren’t on the level.
I don’t know what to right. This is on an extreme level, What do I WRITE POETRY, nONFICTION. How about a story, There once was a girl who beat the hardest ever level on this game, then the game became real!
Tahlia
A level has many meanings. Level as in a stage in a game or level as in a new step forward. Levels give a challenge to anything be it a game, work or even life. If we have no challenges in life, it would be like playing tennis without a net. Therefore, I think levels are essential in our lives
Marcel
none of us are really that level. who really is crazy and who is sane? i mean, come on it’s total bullshit to assume we are all one or the other….no one is on the level. fuck it, not like I care. being exactly what we are “supposed” to has always been boring to me. fuck being level. i want to bounce all over the place
Erin Friedrich
get on my level. all these people in rap songs are telling other people to get on there level…why? not everyone needs to be on the same level? wouldnt that just completly crash the level system? if everyone is on the same level then that level will come crashing down. we have to evenly lay out the levels in order to have a normal working society…dont get on there level. be happy on yours.
allison kepp
Level. I want to level out these things that I feel. They get to be so uneven; so complicated; to much chaos. I want them to level out. I want to feel something stable. I don’t want to feel so unstable all the time. I want to be level. I want my mind and feelings to be level.
it balances out, one side the same as the other. flip it around and you’ll get the very same thing. one side, the other side, even. climb up to the next level and rest there for a while. take in what you can. stand your ground. see what there is to see. it’s higher, but you can handle it now.
oliver danni
Level. Different levels of a building. Different levels of feeling. Leveling out. Leveling out a building. Leveling out my feelings. I shouldn’t have to do either.
Jessica
a level can be a certain stance, a place in achievement or underachievement. A way to show how much effort one has put into something. Its funny though because the level someone is at can drive a person, or break them.
James Callaghan
wow. this will be a tough first day. I need a little something to level the playong field . Which reminds me of the bike I want to buy. Then maybe iI can keep up with the serious bikers?
I guess it comes down to how much you’re willing to commit. I put a lot of hours into video games as a kid. You wouldn’t find a person better at Super Mario Bros than me. But now? Twenty years later, I get the feeling I’m never going to reach the Boss Level. And no amount of 1ups is going to help me now.
this is it. this is the end. and it’s all going wrong for cormac. he should have known it would, of course; everyone said as much. mother, father, teachers, even friends. but he never quite believed them until now, lying face down in a pool of his own blood. these things were a lot more glamorous in video games.
Hannah
There are different levels of support. I always need more than I get. Casual support isn’t enough. I need tangible support. I guess there are also different levels of friendship.
He brought us to level 2 of the building. It was all dirty and broken. It actually looked like the roof was about to collapse and rats ran around every where. It was a terrible sight.
I’m on a level, temporary rebel. I cant understand, the notes outside the treble.
gerald
I wanted to level with him and tell him everything that I felt at that moment. Everything that I had done and will do and will have to do.
I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t.
I closed my mouth, turning away, I couldn’t stain his soul with my burdens.
“Just leave. Leave.” I muttered, not looking at him.
On some level I suppose it makes me glad.
I can hear the rain still dripping off the leaves outside of my window. Each drop slowly sliding down the end, balancing precariously, as though hesitating, before leaping to the ground; ultimately death. The scents of petrichor, toast and fabric softener tickle my nose. Its too early in the morning today. I should be sleeping still. Something woke me though, some feeling of necessity. Its like the world was calling out to me, hence I woke up. Your words were the next thing to tumble into my dewy morning. I wish I could still call them sweet words or welcome words but..they scared me. I tried so hard to fight off the temptation that you are. Like the sweet scent of a Venus Fly Trap you called me in, and nearly ate my heart. Its all I can do not to be attracted to something designed to attract me. I think though that I can be this level.
Lili
I wanted to level with him. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened, everything that I had gone through to end up here in front of him.
But I couldn’t. He stared at me the same way he always did, but there was something else in his eyes now that told me that he was ready to be let down.
No, he was too good for me to stain his soul with my troubles and all the stupid things I had done in my life.
“Leave me alone.” I said.
Arina
I think of video games and how you solve each level to move onto the next. Sometimes you have to puzzle through it and some take longer than others, but eventually you finish the game. I also think of reaching goals or new ‘levels’.
Ashtin
Level 27, the screen flashed in bright red letters. I knew I was wasting away,sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing. I was wasting my life. I sat here, all day, barely taking time to go to the bathroom. I would stop, but… I’m on level 27 already.
Molly
stone face, once a place in time. archway enter through. statues askew. crumbling and etchings. lone child standing, the man steps forward, notepad in hand, backpack adjust asks he, ‘what your business’. replies she ‘they here afterall.’
might just need to climb a little higher, a little further. running towns, passing stairs, don’t need none of those steps to climb. perspective out of glance. men and women looking back, mightn’t they just glance. might need mopping. might need force
You spend so much time working hard. Whether it’s earning money, building relationships, bettering yourself or walking your crippled neighbour’s claustrophobic octupus.
A system in which you level up would be a nice way to see if what you’re doing is worthwhile and to determine how successful you’ve been in life.
One day this little midget was tired to be on the lower level of the city because he was a midget. Then he looked in the mirror and said, “hey… maybe I can use my big boobs to get me to the upper level”
juana
another way station… another place, another level of inspiration
msdedi
level, whats with the level. at first i didn’t see level.
that could mean so many things, level house, level waters, level life etc, etc, etc.
This makes me thing of a rhyme. something about a midget and an umbrella, rain and the level he lived on.
Connor Halliday
once there was a hippo with infinite love for all things purple. one day he was wondering and he met a lass called rachel who offered him many, many peanut good. without thinking he grabbed one of the peanut goods, not realising that up until this point in his life he had not realised his horrible deadly peanut allergy. he promptly died.
Connor Halliday
im on the level of anticipation when im talking to her. she constantly tests my patience just because im nice to her. i dont think thats how im supposed to be treated.
Yasshene Ann Manuel
What level do you mean? My level? Our level? The level of water floation? The level of schools? WHat kind of level? I dont know any level what is better than the highest level. That´s the level I always prefer.
Anna Tolstrup Christensen
love
sorry
forget
missing
hurt
heartbroken
baby
sweetheart
achuee92
“level” for me means “degree” of.. for eg” level of inteligence, level of maturity, or sometime, it could be used stating – which level of floor do you want to get down in lift.
priya
I had to think fast,I had to maintain a level head, some men had attack our home and force their way into our living room armed with a gun. My first reaction was to run, but then I remember that my children was in to house also.
victor walkes
people often think about levels. Are they good enough? Where would they be classed? Many times, they give up, saying “this is too high of a level for me”. What they don’t know is that levels are defined by their commitment and will to progress, which will help them gain the confidence and, at the same time, the level desired.
Sevana
Keeping my emotions level is a struggle. I don’t tell many people that. But it feels good to admit it. Everyone has their own interpretations of who or what i am. Some say i’m sensitive, i guess some would call me crazy, the psychic said i’m an empath. I just feel emotions and express them the only way i know how…
On a different level than most. maybe lower maybe higher you never know. Games have lots of levels and they get harder as they go. only a few can make it to the highest level
“level with me,” he said, looking exhausted. “who is he?”
The love of my life.
“Just some guy.”
There are many levels of exhaustion. The first and smallest level being that one merely pants, and their blood pressure has increased. But the highest level of exhaustion is when one’s body can not handle the pressure anymore so it just gives up. Not unless you’re a fighter. Fighters never give up.
And as we went to the next level, I thought about the journey that took us here. And I was content. Not in a way that leads to stagnation, but purely, blissfully joyous. Not happy necessarily, as happiness is one of the most elusive things in life.
Keep it on a level. That is it, The modern fear. If you are a little out of sync, a little tipsy on life’s seesaw, a little wonky underfoot, then watch out. They’ll come and get you, hunt you down, amrk your card, daub your door. If you aren’t part of the machine, you aren’t on the level.
I don’t know what to right. This is on an extreme level, What do I WRITE POETRY, nONFICTION. How about a story, There once was a girl who beat the hardest ever level on this game, then the game became real!
A level has many meanings. Level as in a stage in a game or level as in a new step forward. Levels give a challenge to anything be it a game, work or even life. If we have no challenges in life, it would be like playing tennis without a net. Therefore, I think levels are essential in our lives
none of us are really that level. who really is crazy and who is sane? i mean, come on it’s total bullshit to assume we are all one or the other….no one is on the level. fuck it, not like I care. being exactly what we are “supposed” to has always been boring to me. fuck being level. i want to bounce all over the place
get on my level. all these people in rap songs are telling other people to get on there level…why? not everyone needs to be on the same level? wouldnt that just completly crash the level system? if everyone is on the same level then that level will come crashing down. we have to evenly lay out the levels in order to have a normal working society…dont get on there level. be happy on yours.
Level. I want to level out these things that I feel. They get to be so uneven; so complicated; to much chaos. I want them to level out. I want to feel something stable. I don’t want to feel so unstable all the time. I want to be level. I want my mind and feelings to be level.
Heaven
Level 1
Level 2
Level 3
Level 4
Level 5
Level 6
Level 7
Level 8
Level 9
Level 10
Hell
Game On Baby!
Heaven
Level 1
Level 2
Level 3
Level 4
Level 5
Level 6
Level 7
Level 8
Level 9
Level 10
Hell
Game On Baby!
it balances out, one side the same as the other. flip it around and you’ll get the very same thing. one side, the other side, even. climb up to the next level and rest there for a while. take in what you can. stand your ground. see what there is to see. it’s higher, but you can handle it now.
Level. Different levels of a building. Different levels of feeling. Leveling out. Leveling out a building. Leveling out my feelings. I shouldn’t have to do either.
a level can be a certain stance, a place in achievement or underachievement. A way to show how much effort one has put into something. Its funny though because the level someone is at can drive a person, or break them.
wow. this will be a tough first day. I need a little something to level the playong field . Which reminds me of the bike I want to buy. Then maybe iI can keep up with the serious bikers?
I guess it comes down to how much you’re willing to commit. I put a lot of hours into video games as a kid. You wouldn’t find a person better at Super Mario Bros than me. But now? Twenty years later, I get the feeling I’m never going to reach the Boss Level. And no amount of 1ups is going to help me now.
this is it. this is the end. and it’s all going wrong for cormac. he should have known it would, of course; everyone said as much. mother, father, teachers, even friends. but he never quite believed them until now, lying face down in a pool of his own blood. these things were a lot more glamorous in video games.
There are different levels of support. I always need more than I get. Casual support isn’t enough. I need tangible support. I guess there are also different levels of friendship.
He brought us to level 2 of the building. It was all dirty and broken. It actually looked like the roof was about to collapse and rats ran around every where. It was a terrible sight.
I’m on a level, temporary rebel. I cant understand, the notes outside the treble.
I wanted to level with him and tell him everything that I felt at that moment. Everything that I had done and will do and will have to do.
I wanted to. But I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t.
I closed my mouth, turning away, I couldn’t stain his soul with my burdens.
“Just leave. Leave.” I muttered, not looking at him.
On some level I suppose it makes me glad.
I can hear the rain still dripping off the leaves outside of my window. Each drop slowly sliding down the end, balancing precariously, as though hesitating, before leaping to the ground; ultimately death. The scents of petrichor, toast and fabric softener tickle my nose. Its too early in the morning today. I should be sleeping still. Something woke me though, some feeling of necessity. Its like the world was calling out to me, hence I woke up. Your words were the next thing to tumble into my dewy morning. I wish I could still call them sweet words or welcome words but..they scared me. I tried so hard to fight off the temptation that you are. Like the sweet scent of a Venus Fly Trap you called me in, and nearly ate my heart. Its all I can do not to be attracted to something designed to attract me. I think though that I can be this level.
I wanted to level with him. I wanted to tell him everything that had happened, everything that I had gone through to end up here in front of him.
But I couldn’t. He stared at me the same way he always did, but there was something else in his eyes now that told me that he was ready to be let down.
No, he was too good for me to stain his soul with my troubles and all the stupid things I had done in my life.
“Leave me alone.” I said.
I think of video games and how you solve each level to move onto the next. Sometimes you have to puzzle through it and some take longer than others, but eventually you finish the game. I also think of reaching goals or new ‘levels’.
Level 27, the screen flashed in bright red letters. I knew I was wasting away,sitting on the couch, doing absolutely nothing. I was wasting my life. I sat here, all day, barely taking time to go to the bathroom. I would stop, but… I’m on level 27 already.
stone face, once a place in time. archway enter through. statues askew. crumbling and etchings. lone child standing, the man steps forward, notepad in hand, backpack adjust asks he, ‘what your business’. replies she ‘they here afterall.’
might just need to climb a little higher, a little further. running towns, passing stairs, don’t need none of those steps to climb. perspective out of glance. men and women looking back, mightn’t they just glance. might need mopping. might need force
In life, it would be nice if you could level up.
You spend so much time working hard. Whether it’s earning money, building relationships, bettering yourself or walking your crippled neighbour’s claustrophobic octupus.
A system in which you level up would be a nice way to see if what you’re doing is worthwhile and to determine how successful you’ve been in life.
One day this little midget was tired to be on the lower level of the city because he was a midget. Then he looked in the mirror and said, “hey… maybe I can use my big boobs to get me to the upper level”
another way station… another place, another level of inspiration
level, whats with the level. at first i didn’t see level.
that could mean so many things, level house, level waters, level life etc, etc, etc.
This makes me thing of a rhyme. something about a midget and an umbrella, rain and the level he lived on.
once there was a hippo with infinite love for all things purple. one day he was wondering and he met a lass called rachel who offered him many, many peanut good. without thinking he grabbed one of the peanut goods, not realising that up until this point in his life he had not realised his horrible deadly peanut allergy. he promptly died.
im on the level of anticipation when im talking to her. she constantly tests my patience just because im nice to her. i dont think thats how im supposed to be treated.
What level do you mean? My level? Our level? The level of water floation? The level of schools? WHat kind of level? I dont know any level what is better than the highest level. That´s the level I always prefer.
love
sorry
forget
missing
hurt
heartbroken
baby
sweetheart
“level” for me means “degree” of.. for eg” level of inteligence, level of maturity, or sometime, it could be used stating – which level of floor do you want to get down in lift.
I had to think fast,I had to maintain a level head, some men had attack our home and force their way into our living room armed with a gun. My first reaction was to run, but then I remember that my children was in to house also.
people often think about levels. Are they good enough? Where would they be classed? Many times, they give up, saying “this is too high of a level for me”. What they don’t know is that levels are defined by their commitment and will to progress, which will help them gain the confidence and, at the same time, the level desired.
Keeping my emotions level is a struggle. I don’t tell many people that. But it feels good to admit it. Everyone has their own interpretations of who or what i am. Some say i’m sensitive, i guess some would call me crazy, the psychic said i’m an empath. I just feel emotions and express them the only way i know how…