I lined up the bow carefully, knowing that if I didn’t make this shot, chance of survival was equal to zero. I pulled back hard; it was a long shot. There he was, yelling at another member of his group for letting me escape. Typical. I aimed it right at his head and released. It fle two inches too high. I quickly reached back for another arrow. Uh oh.
i aimed at the target, but i missed. i aimed again, thinking i adjusted, but i missed again. my brain wouldn’t let go of the first thing i saw.
drew
out, the bus, the point…….does it matter if you don’t realise you missed something? Or even if you did? Maybe you missed that flight that crashed into the atlantic and everyone died? Maybe you missed that party and failed to meet your soulmate….who knows, and do you care?
georgie
I missed you like crazy – when you left, it felt like all of the air left the room. I have an emptiness inside me – I look out the window for your car everyday – you are missed!
DeAnna
There, where their Future lays hopeless and missed, its virginity robbed, raped, over and over screwed by the pestilence of the Past that never dries on wet tear soaked pages of history, unable to turn to a new chapter without clinging to the pain on prior pages. On those wet pages every new sentence written, no matter how bold bleeds and runs rabid like a dog diseased with rabies attacking its owner, their Future threatening their Now, the only place they exist, never to draw near to it, foaming from the mouth at the present moment that owns it.
stupid girl. missed the opportunity, missed the words you were meant to say, missed the date, missed the boat, missed by no one. you think you have what it takes, but you don’t even know what “it” is. fuck all of it, you’re just some misanthrope with a can’t-do attitude.
I missed it when you took your first step. I missed it when you started school. I missed it when you won the award. I understand that I’ve missed you.
Morgan
missed you should I call you I’m so frightened to have you hang up on me I know when we parted we said always but always always supposed to be you and me for forever guess they’re not making forever the way they used to goodbye but I know we’ll meet again.
Melody J Haislip
you missed the bunch like girls every fifteen minuets a new one is coming i missed the cahnce to not do what i do i missed out on everyithing and i havce done everytihgng i can only speak for the things thati have been gtruh i have mnissed nothing i have everything iawlay s haveit i am wiht out a misstresss a misss hey why is the miss and so miss so they same that can not all be by kawinkadink eh…
i missed the chance to show how i really was to a person who i desperately wanted to impress. i missed the chance to attend the college i really wanted to go to because i missed a lot of class and didn’t apply my self.
anonymous
Missing someone can sometimes take days, weeks, months, and years but often times missing someone can just take minutes and/or hours. Missing someone is a direct result of them having provided something new that you can not go with out.
Heart ache. Long drives home from sunny skies. Yearning burning inside. Empty heart. Empty lips. Without arms that hold and keep away cold. The waves have stopped flowing and we are in the mist.
Katarina
I’ve missed you today. I know it’s only been 2 days, but you’ve been here all my life for me. How is this weird absence supposed to be received normally. I know with all of today’s technology, you’re only one quick trip to a satellite and back, but really, I prefer talking to your face.
Kelsey
the one that got away. moving away and finding out you had noone at all. the years that have gone. nothing remarkable. something incredible that you’ll never have the chance again. sadness…. needless to say, my jumbled thoughts made me realize i wish i had been a better person in the past so that i might be able to be missed now..
Skyelar Casada
I can’t even think right now. I’m leaving for college in 4 days. I can’t stop thinking about all the things that I’m going to miss. Mom. My sister. My grandparents. My home. I’ve lived here my whole life. And now I’m moving 2000 miles away and I just can’t think straight. I know that this is going to be so good for me. I am going to be able to start my own life and everything, but I just know I’m going to miss everything here so much. It’s odd.
I missed you. But it was too late to go back. I sat alone wondering what could have been if I’d stayed that dark night. Would you have wanted to hold me the way I’d hoped to hold you forever? Would you have brushed my hair back and smiled at me with that longing look like you wanted to stay here forever?
Nina Gordon
That was my last chance. That was my last hope of survival, and now it’s gone. I missed the shot, and now they’re going to kill me. I silently say goodbye to my mother and sister, and embrace death as the bullet pierces my skin.
Inspiration: Hunger Games.
If I missed the chance to finish NaNoWriMo this year, I think it would signal the end of my writing “career”. Even though my career is non-existent… It’s not like I wouldn’t ever write again because I probably would, but I would just feel like super shit if I didn’t win this year. 50k Words? I can do that. Yeah. No problem.
onewordmamma
I guess everyon has something they miss. Wheather they miss it uncouncsiously or wheather they are down right, flabbergasted, in mourning or obsessed. It’s one of those feelings that can scatter your heart into a million peices and seep right down to your core with every last drip of emiotional intensity. But even though it’s hard to bear, remember there’s probably someone out there who is missing you too.
Katelyn Curtis
The batter missed the ball. The catcher missed the ball and it barely missed his nose. He broke his neck tripping backwards over the ball he missed. His family missed him afterwards.
taylor
All of the opportunities I have missed in life motivate me to grab the ones that are currently presented. When I miss things, it’s usually my own fault. Time to get motivated and apply for internships and REALLY start thinking about grad school.
I feel like I missed my moment. Our moment together. I feel like there could’ve been weeks, months, years, of us being together if only things had lined up in those critical moments in the past. I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed who I was supposed to be. I feel like we could’ve been amazing.
I missed the days of elementary school. The days of excitement and wonder, when every experience was a new one. When every day was a new adventure. Today monotony is your best friend and worst enmy. It can creep up on you when you least expect it. But in lew of al that I have love. This is the secret to happiness. Yay.
Mike Thompson
I missed you until you fucked me over. Yes I did, but I don’t anymore. You don’t deserve me, and you are seriously stupid and dumb and… Juts oblivious. So, goodbye, because I do not want to see your face ever again. Understood?
Caroline
I missed a lot of things in my life, although I am not really old, have not seen many things, have not known many people. Still, I miss, every second. And it’s bittersweet, as it should be.
Alexis
Jared stared out across the cliff edge, eyes wide and fists clenched. How? How, how the fucking hell could he have missed? His one and only chance to take revenge on the person that took EVERYTHING from him, murdered the girl he was so desperately in love with before he ever even had the chance to tell her and he had MISSED?! That bullet should’ve gone straight into his skull, but Jared had let his poor, beautiful lover go unavenged because his aim was off.
Fallen Soul
Missed opportunities. That was the subject of tonight’s Alcoholic’s Anonymous meeting that I still, begrudgingly attended. At this point, I’m through with standing up and proclaiming, “My name is Silvester, and I’m an alcoholic,” but convincing anyone else of its uselessness seems to be impossible. Especially the courts.
I missed you this week. I don’t know why. It’s been ages since we’ve talked, but somehow… I didn’t really notice until now. It started five days ago. I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think of you. I don’t love you, and I probably never will, but I need you there. I miss you.
Ray
Missed out. Missed the boat. Missed like a missile pinned to an ed wall of obstacles, and me in between. Missed like a ghost wearing a white sheet. Missed like almost rhyming with kiss, or ill-ness.
failed, missing someone, missed opportunity, blues, bob dylan, chance, almost had,
roger doyle
I used to be under the impression that I missed you, and I suppose on some days I still do. But considering and looking at all the things I have now; beautiful things that keep my soul shining and my heart smiling. I know in my heart that I don’t miss you at all. You were evil and awful, and I couldn’t even think of wishing to see you again.
The baseball skidded on the pavement and then continued along a trajectory that would eventually lead it directly into the side of Chris’ head, which was only slightly higher than the level of the road because he was standing in a ditch. Todd had thrown the ball hard, just as Chris’ attention was drawn elsewhere – by a bird chirping? a garage door opening? an itch calling? After the fact, when Todd looked closely at the skin on the left edge of Chris’ forehead, he could see the impact mark left by the stitching on baseball. All in a summer day’s work the two muttered as they eventually went back to playing catch – Chris then more attuned to what the baseball was doing and less so about anything else around him. Perhaps this could be taken as a hard-earned lesson to focus on the task at hand.
The paper airplane flew out the window. It was alive with possibility and narrowly missed the upturned nose off Mr. Johnson on the early sping street in spitting snow and intermittent sunlight.
Jeff Goodman
I missed more than I hit it seemed these days. and there wasn’t anything i could to about it. I wanted to go to college but lack of funds prevented me from doing so…what could I do? Where would I go if I coulden’t make it anywere. Maybe death missed me when i was a child, when nothing was in my favor when i was born: I should have died and i survived. Maybe, I even messed up at dying
i missed him so much all i wanted was to have him back in my arms, i knew this was impossible, I knew he would be gone forever. and no one could bring him back, unless, there was some other way of getting to him.. just some other way, possibly beyond this world.
Olivia Washington
missed the bus ran so fast to catch up but it was no use i couldn’t run fast enough. the consequences were disasterous. lost my job. lost my life. lost my love. all for ten seconds extra in the shower. it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. not fair. not fair at all.
What did you miss again?
“No, no, it was a small thing, with a ratchet, must be here’, he said while scratching his head.
“Now we wait for an hour again, I tell you, we’ll be late for the ceremony.”
suriti
deer
faun
fawn
all over the place
speckled alive until it’s dead
run over
road kill
metaphorically speaking
i was left for dead beaten left by the side of the road rescued by someone i didn’t know who cared. for me. alive again.
I lined up the bow carefully, knowing that if I didn’t make this shot, chance of survival was equal to zero. I pulled back hard; it was a long shot. There he was, yelling at another member of his group for letting me escape. Typical. I aimed it right at his head and released. It fle two inches too high. I quickly reached back for another arrow. Uh oh.
i aimed at the target, but i missed. i aimed again, thinking i adjusted, but i missed again. my brain wouldn’t let go of the first thing i saw.
out, the bus, the point…….does it matter if you don’t realise you missed something? Or even if you did? Maybe you missed that flight that crashed into the atlantic and everyone died? Maybe you missed that party and failed to meet your soulmate….who knows, and do you care?
I missed you like crazy – when you left, it felt like all of the air left the room. I have an emptiness inside me – I look out the window for your car everyday – you are missed!
There, where their Future lays hopeless and missed, its virginity robbed, raped, over and over screwed by the pestilence of the Past that never dries on wet tear soaked pages of history, unable to turn to a new chapter without clinging to the pain on prior pages. On those wet pages every new sentence written, no matter how bold bleeds and runs rabid like a dog diseased with rabies attacking its owner, their Future threatening their Now, the only place they exist, never to draw near to it, foaming from the mouth at the present moment that owns it.
stupid girl. missed the opportunity, missed the words you were meant to say, missed the date, missed the boat, missed by no one. you think you have what it takes, but you don’t even know what “it” is. fuck all of it, you’re just some misanthrope with a can’t-do attitude.
I have only one regret in my life. That being that I missed out on the college experience as a young adult.
I missed it when you took your first step. I missed it when you started school. I missed it when you won the award. I understand that I’ve missed you.
missed you should I call you I’m so frightened to have you hang up on me I know when we parted we said always but always always supposed to be you and me for forever guess they’re not making forever the way they used to goodbye but I know we’ll meet again.
you missed the bunch like girls every fifteen minuets a new one is coming i missed the cahnce to not do what i do i missed out on everyithing and i havce done everytihgng i can only speak for the things thati have been gtruh i have mnissed nothing i have everything iawlay s haveit i am wiht out a misstresss a misss hey why is the miss and so miss so they same that can not all be by kawinkadink eh…
i missed the chance to show how i really was to a person who i desperately wanted to impress. i missed the chance to attend the college i really wanted to go to because i missed a lot of class and didn’t apply my self.
Missing someone can sometimes take days, weeks, months, and years but often times missing someone can just take minutes and/or hours. Missing someone is a direct result of them having provided something new that you can not go with out.
Heart ache. Long drives home from sunny skies. Yearning burning inside. Empty heart. Empty lips. Without arms that hold and keep away cold. The waves have stopped flowing and we are in the mist.
I’ve missed you today. I know it’s only been 2 days, but you’ve been here all my life for me. How is this weird absence supposed to be received normally. I know with all of today’s technology, you’re only one quick trip to a satellite and back, but really, I prefer talking to your face.
the one that got away. moving away and finding out you had noone at all. the years that have gone. nothing remarkable. something incredible that you’ll never have the chance again. sadness…. needless to say, my jumbled thoughts made me realize i wish i had been a better person in the past so that i might be able to be missed now..
I can’t even think right now. I’m leaving for college in 4 days. I can’t stop thinking about all the things that I’m going to miss. Mom. My sister. My grandparents. My home. I’ve lived here my whole life. And now I’m moving 2000 miles away and I just can’t think straight. I know that this is going to be so good for me. I am going to be able to start my own life and everything, but I just know I’m going to miss everything here so much. It’s odd.
I missed you. But it was too late to go back. I sat alone wondering what could have been if I’d stayed that dark night. Would you have wanted to hold me the way I’d hoped to hold you forever? Would you have brushed my hair back and smiled at me with that longing look like you wanted to stay here forever?
That was my last chance. That was my last hope of survival, and now it’s gone. I missed the shot, and now they’re going to kill me. I silently say goodbye to my mother and sister, and embrace death as the bullet pierces my skin.
Inspiration: Hunger Games.
“he missed you. “
If I missed the chance to finish NaNoWriMo this year, I think it would signal the end of my writing “career”. Even though my career is non-existent… It’s not like I wouldn’t ever write again because I probably would, but I would just feel like super shit if I didn’t win this year. 50k Words? I can do that. Yeah. No problem.
I guess everyon has something they miss. Wheather they miss it uncouncsiously or wheather they are down right, flabbergasted, in mourning or obsessed. It’s one of those feelings that can scatter your heart into a million peices and seep right down to your core with every last drip of emiotional intensity. But even though it’s hard to bear, remember there’s probably someone out there who is missing you too.
The batter missed the ball. The catcher missed the ball and it barely missed his nose. He broke his neck tripping backwards over the ball he missed. His family missed him afterwards.
All of the opportunities I have missed in life motivate me to grab the ones that are currently presented. When I miss things, it’s usually my own fault. Time to get motivated and apply for internships and REALLY start thinking about grad school.
I feel like I missed my moment. Our moment together. I feel like there could’ve been weeks, months, years, of us being together if only things had lined up in those critical moments in the past. I feel like I missed you. I feel like I missed who I was supposed to be. I feel like we could’ve been amazing.
I missed the days of elementary school. The days of excitement and wonder, when every experience was a new one. When every day was a new adventure. Today monotony is your best friend and worst enmy. It can creep up on you when you least expect it. But in lew of al that I have love. This is the secret to happiness. Yay.
I missed you until you fucked me over. Yes I did, but I don’t anymore. You don’t deserve me, and you are seriously stupid and dumb and… Juts oblivious. So, goodbye, because I do not want to see your face ever again. Understood?
I missed a lot of things in my life, although I am not really old, have not seen many things, have not known many people. Still, I miss, every second. And it’s bittersweet, as it should be.
Jared stared out across the cliff edge, eyes wide and fists clenched. How? How, how the fucking hell could he have missed? His one and only chance to take revenge on the person that took EVERYTHING from him, murdered the girl he was so desperately in love with before he ever even had the chance to tell her and he had MISSED?! That bullet should’ve gone straight into his skull, but Jared had let his poor, beautiful lover go unavenged because his aim was off.
Missed opportunities. That was the subject of tonight’s Alcoholic’s Anonymous meeting that I still, begrudgingly attended. At this point, I’m through with standing up and proclaiming, “My name is Silvester, and I’m an alcoholic,” but convincing anyone else of its uselessness seems to be impossible. Especially the courts.
I missed you this week. I don’t know why. It’s been ages since we’ve talked, but somehow… I didn’t really notice until now. It started five days ago. I couldn’t sleep. All I could do was think of you. I don’t love you, and I probably never will, but I need you there. I miss you.
Missed out. Missed the boat. Missed like a missile pinned to an ed wall of obstacles, and me in between. Missed like a ghost wearing a white sheet. Missed like almost rhyming with kiss, or ill-ness.
failed, missing someone, missed opportunity, blues, bob dylan, chance, almost had,
I used to be under the impression that I missed you, and I suppose on some days I still do. But considering and looking at all the things I have now; beautiful things that keep my soul shining and my heart smiling. I know in my heart that I don’t miss you at all. You were evil and awful, and I couldn’t even think of wishing to see you again.
The baseball skidded on the pavement and then continued along a trajectory that would eventually lead it directly into the side of Chris’ head, which was only slightly higher than the level of the road because he was standing in a ditch. Todd had thrown the ball hard, just as Chris’ attention was drawn elsewhere – by a bird chirping? a garage door opening? an itch calling? After the fact, when Todd looked closely at the skin on the left edge of Chris’ forehead, he could see the impact mark left by the stitching on baseball. All in a summer day’s work the two muttered as they eventually went back to playing catch – Chris then more attuned to what the baseball was doing and less so about anything else around him. Perhaps this could be taken as a hard-earned lesson to focus on the task at hand.
The paper airplane flew out the window. It was alive with possibility and narrowly missed the upturned nose off Mr. Johnson on the early sping street in spitting snow and intermittent sunlight.
I missed more than I hit it seemed these days. and there wasn’t anything i could to about it. I wanted to go to college but lack of funds prevented me from doing so…what could I do? Where would I go if I coulden’t make it anywere. Maybe death missed me when i was a child, when nothing was in my favor when i was born: I should have died and i survived. Maybe, I even messed up at dying
i missed him so much all i wanted was to have him back in my arms, i knew this was impossible, I knew he would be gone forever. and no one could bring him back, unless, there was some other way of getting to him.. just some other way, possibly beyond this world.
missed the bus ran so fast to catch up but it was no use i couldn’t run fast enough. the consequences were disasterous. lost my job. lost my life. lost my love. all for ten seconds extra in the shower. it wasn’t supposed to happen like that. not fair. not fair at all.
What did you miss again?
“No, no, it was a small thing, with a ratchet, must be here’, he said while scratching his head.
“Now we wait for an hour again, I tell you, we’ll be late for the ceremony.”
deer
faun
fawn
all over the place
speckled alive until it’s dead
run over
road kill
metaphorically speaking
i was left for dead beaten left by the side of the road rescued by someone i didn’t know who cared. for me. alive again.