The offer was this: take what was easy and use it to jump your way to the top of an easy, predictable life with no break or difference, or take a small chance that it would be better to risk for the higher outlook. There was no way of knowing, or believing all the silly stories that made everyone unique. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t probable, but it was worth it. The chance for a different ending.
Offer up your indecent virtues like just because I’m comfortable with a little leg hair, with a little fluid exchange, doesn’t make one ‘bad’ or another ‘better’.
a window of light opens up as the offer is revealed
beams of lights eject from the window,
results of the offer.
the rays turn to sludge and now the offer is darkened.
the only reason I have for this is fate
If only people offered all of what they have as opposed to what they want to offer, maybe the world would be more open and free, people would be closer to each other and not in constant warfare.
Bunny
She sits diagonally to me in the office. I was busy checking my mails when she pinged me, ‘Hey, know where Karla sits? Need her help in formatting.’
‘Just come on over. I’ll help you’, I said as I was familiar with Karla’s work.
“Okay, just open the last mail I sent you”, someone called from behind.
I turned and saw her. I just kept looking at her dumbstruck, “Whaaa…”
I recovered quickly and offered her a chair, “Sorry, what?”
She was smiling now, “Nevermind, how about coffee in the cafeteria?”
to the utmost gratitude i humbly ask of you to be so kind and accept this dear grievance. i know not for you, but this is for me, as i can no longer live in this sequence. damn nigga jus take the damn 20$ its your birthday present, shit!
gerald
I would like to offer someone a bit of advice. I’m in that kind of mood where it would feel good to make someone’s day with something I say. At least I can offer my followers this—it’s almost Friday! It will be a three day weekend for most, so enjoy it, but not too much, and sit down and read a book. Cause I think I might do that myself.
Teeps
“I offer you but one choice: Give me the codes and the girl will live. I think that’s an offer you can’t refuse.” Davidson pressed the gun against her ruffled hair as she let out a squeak.
I hesitantly took the microchip out of my pocket. The answers to everything, the generator, the experiments — all contained within a single decryption code. I offered the chip to him with an outstretched arm. Carefully, he reached forward and snatched the code while keeping his eyes trained on his hostage. At least she would be safe.
Tomorrow offered new changes. I didn’t know how to approach it at all; I would let time do its job and wait it out until then. When I walked through those doors, I wouldn’t feel the change immediately. But the reality was that change would occur gradually. And I hoped it would be in my favor.
her hand kept rising. ‘why do you keep putting your hand in my way?’ “if you need it, it will always be here.” her hand fell. steps taken. the snow crunched so effortlessly. head low. ‘dont leave. i need you here. here. here with me.’ the snow crunched, it crunched; it crunched. “too bad it took you years to realize. im far to gone to have left my hand dancing in the air until you noticed i was there.”
give you something that I want.
I really don’t understand. He trembled.
Give me what I want. I repeated.
He blubbered and wept as I pressed the gun to his forehead.
Give. It. To. Me.
I don’t know! He screamed but it was drowned out by the crack of the gun.
Julie
They offered me white wine (which now, looking back on it doesn’t even make sense) in a gold goblet. I took it, and lifted it slowly towards my mouth. I took a sip, and was immediately set back. I went into a horrid coughing attack. Hmm… even at God camp for Youths, I guess they actually serve wine. Didn’t see that coming… Oh. Right. It’s part of the religion. Gotcha.
‘You have nothing to offer, you are just a Lifeless Darklen.’ THe nasty thought snuck through her head as she watched the bright color of High Court dresses wheel around her. She would never be one of them, the voice was right. She was an outcast, and would never be seen for anything but a Darklen.
make me an offer for my end over end isaid to him. 40 dollers said he quick as a flash. end over end says i.
jack maye
“That’s your best offer?” I was bluffing, holding out for something better. I knew they needed me more than I needed them, and I was going to settle for anything less than the corner office with the view of the city.
Your life does not run on business hours. do not sleep when others say you have to. I offer you as many hours as you want, there is no such thing as days or nights here,there is only sunlight and darkness. There is no natural law that forces you to run on Gregory’s system. Here, the offer is made, and it means choice, it means alternatives. I have given you creativity as well, and by that I mean, the ability to see new patterns from the structures you’ve been taught to perceive.
He offers you a gift. It’s not wrapped in flashy gift wrap to distract you of what’s inside. It’s there in plain sight, but we’re too busy chasing the gifts in the fancy wrapping paper to notice the obvious beauty of this one.
The greatest gift of all, that only a few notice & accept.
She gave me a choice to do what I thought was right. And I chose. I chose what I thought I knew best, what was right. But I took the wrong offer. And I lost her.
If I offer myself up to you, will you be complacent? I have only that left, my body- as you’ve taken my pride, ambition, and soul. Is my body going to be enough for your thirst? I wish it were so and perhaps then I could bargain, I could barter body for soul. I can live without control of this body but I’d like to have my soul back, you greedy narcissist.
I’m offering you the pile of rock and salt and decay that is my heart. I promise, if you’re willing to sift and clean and polish, there is gold to be found.
I didn’t have much to offer. So I just became my honest self and pleaded. I’m not a fan of begging, and I knew she wasn’t either, but this was from my heart.
I tried to offer her a ride, but she was too stubborn to admit that she had no way else to get where she needed to be, that I was her only option, and that I wouldn’t for a second even think of leaving her alone in this state.
i offer very much. as a friend, brother, son, etc. i never offer enough though. they all deserve more, and i’m only human, right? i wish i could offer more, whatever they want, but i’m too stupid and stuff. just kidding, i’m just trying to say things to take up time. uhh, i dunno
ignatz
It came to be that an offer was made. I couldn’t offer my love back.
Allie
A shinning ribbion of wet sand wrapped the secret stretch of beach, offering itself as a gift to me, gesturing me with a handwave of waves to unwrap its warm, white sands with my naked body.
i want to offer you my life. i want to give you all the credit. because even if i could do 150% more work in every single day, and worked only for goodness, and if i offered one hundred percent to you and you alone, took no credit, it would still not be enough to repay you all tat you have set up for me, here, now, tomorrow, yesterday, everyday and really far away from now.
I offer you my heart. I offer you my life. They are not mine to give and take, but illusion tells me I can. I offer you my hope to love, to breath in sweet joy, sweet peace, sweet ecstasy. But I know these are temporary thoughts, moving in the flow of the divines sweet memory.
so many don’t
but so very many do.
More often than not they do
Those who do are often forgotten
because they do all of the time
Those who don’t tend to be remembered
because when you don’t
people notice
I offer this
katrin
No one ever offers to help when you need them to.
thecolouringinroom
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking that I really think of what I want to say. And as I’m drifting in one direction or the other everything is so simply and eloquently arranged, and I feel satisfied, but when I actually sit down to write I find myself stuck with the words, “got”, “put” and “so”. Everything goes right out the window. And then I find myself frustrated, because I feel like I have so much more to offer than what actually comes out.
If I came up to you with a place to stay and a blanket, a little bit of time and an ear, would you come with me? If I came up to you and offered to let you stay in my bed instead of on the floor, would you take me up on it, the way you have for the past seven nights, or would you laugh and tell me you’re pretending to be over me, again? It’s the same, and different every single time. I’m giving you a bunch of choices – I just don’t think I like the way your mind is moving.
In improv, they always say to make good offers. But it’s even more important to accept offers. Like one time, 2 guys I know were in a scene, and one said to the other “Could I please have a large latte?” The other said “No this is a pet shop” completely shutting down the scene.
The offer was this: take what was easy and use it to jump your way to the top of an easy, predictable life with no break or difference, or take a small chance that it would be better to risk for the higher outlook. There was no way of knowing, or believing all the silly stories that made everyone unique. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t probable, but it was worth it. The chance for a different ending.
Talk about an offer I couldn’t refuse… breakfast in bed and whale songs on the radio. Snooze the alarm because I’m staying in.
Offer up your indecent virtues like just because I’m comfortable with a little leg hair, with a little fluid exchange, doesn’t make one ‘bad’ or another ‘better’.
Offer…Otter…Ottoman…Empires…Emperors…Empanadas
a window of light opens up as the offer is revealed
beams of lights eject from the window,
results of the offer.
the rays turn to sludge and now the offer is darkened.
the only reason I have for this is fate
If only people offered all of what they have as opposed to what they want to offer, maybe the world would be more open and free, people would be closer to each other and not in constant warfare.
She sits diagonally to me in the office. I was busy checking my mails when she pinged me, ‘Hey, know where Karla sits? Need her help in formatting.’
‘Just come on over. I’ll help you’, I said as I was familiar with Karla’s work.
“Okay, just open the last mail I sent you”, someone called from behind.
I turned and saw her. I just kept looking at her dumbstruck, “Whaaa…”
I recovered quickly and offered her a chair, “Sorry, what?”
She was smiling now, “Nevermind, how about coffee in the cafeteria?”
to the utmost gratitude i humbly ask of you to be so kind and accept this dear grievance. i know not for you, but this is for me, as i can no longer live in this sequence. damn nigga jus take the damn 20$ its your birthday present, shit!
I would like to offer someone a bit of advice. I’m in that kind of mood where it would feel good to make someone’s day with something I say. At least I can offer my followers this—it’s almost Friday! It will be a three day weekend for most, so enjoy it, but not too much, and sit down and read a book. Cause I think I might do that myself.
“I offer you but one choice: Give me the codes and the girl will live. I think that’s an offer you can’t refuse.” Davidson pressed the gun against her ruffled hair as she let out a squeak.
I hesitantly took the microchip out of my pocket. The answers to everything, the generator, the experiments — all contained within a single decryption code. I offered the chip to him with an outstretched arm. Carefully, he reached forward and snatched the code while keeping his eyes trained on his hostage. At least she would be safe.
Tomorrow offered new changes. I didn’t know how to approach it at all; I would let time do its job and wait it out until then. When I walked through those doors, I wouldn’t feel the change immediately. But the reality was that change would occur gradually. And I hoped it would be in my favor.
she made an offer and cast me yet again into a whirlpool of emotion and indeceision. sometimes it’s simple and great without choice
her hand kept rising. ‘why do you keep putting your hand in my way?’ “if you need it, it will always be here.” her hand fell. steps taken. the snow crunched so effortlessly. head low. ‘dont leave. i need you here. here. here with me.’ the snow crunched, it crunched; it crunched. “too bad it took you years to realize. im far to gone to have left my hand dancing in the air until you noticed i was there.”
give you something that I want.
I really don’t understand. He trembled.
Give me what I want. I repeated.
He blubbered and wept as I pressed the gun to his forehead.
Give. It. To. Me.
I don’t know! He screamed but it was drowned out by the crack of the gun.
They offered me white wine (which now, looking back on it doesn’t even make sense) in a gold goblet. I took it, and lifted it slowly towards my mouth. I took a sip, and was immediately set back. I went into a horrid coughing attack. Hmm… even at God camp for Youths, I guess they actually serve wine. Didn’t see that coming… Oh. Right. It’s part of the religion. Gotcha.
‘You have nothing to offer, you are just a Lifeless Darklen.’ THe nasty thought snuck through her head as she watched the bright color of High Court dresses wheel around her. She would never be one of them, the voice was right. She was an outcast, and would never be seen for anything but a Darklen.
to give what you have. charity to someone that is in need. give to an institution make a motion to someone of gift.
make me an offer for my end over end isaid to him. 40 dollers said he quick as a flash. end over end says i.
“That’s your best offer?” I was bluffing, holding out for something better. I knew they needed me more than I needed them, and I was going to settle for anything less than the corner office with the view of the city.
tough delusional choices
easy conclusions
voices whisper
risks risks
risk my life
a sip
a toke
a prick
all dope
to me
Your life does not run on business hours. do not sleep when others say you have to. I offer you as many hours as you want, there is no such thing as days or nights here,there is only sunlight and darkness. There is no natural law that forces you to run on Gregory’s system. Here, the offer is made, and it means choice, it means alternatives. I have given you creativity as well, and by that I mean, the ability to see new patterns from the structures you’ve been taught to perceive.
He offers you a gift. It’s not wrapped in flashy gift wrap to distract you of what’s inside. It’s there in plain sight, but we’re too busy chasing the gifts in the fancy wrapping paper to notice the obvious beauty of this one.
The greatest gift of all, that only a few notice & accept.
She gave me a choice to do what I thought was right. And I chose. I chose what I thought I knew best, what was right. But I took the wrong offer. And I lost her.
If I offer myself up to you, will you be complacent? I have only that left, my body- as you’ve taken my pride, ambition, and soul. Is my body going to be enough for your thirst? I wish it were so and perhaps then I could bargain, I could barter body for soul. I can live without control of this body but I’d like to have my soul back, you greedy narcissist.
I’m offering you the pile of rock and salt and decay that is my heart. I promise, if you’re willing to sift and clean and polish, there is gold to be found.
I didn’t have much to offer. So I just became my honest self and pleaded. I’m not a fan of begging, and I knew she wasn’t either, but this was from my heart.
I tried to offer her a ride, but she was too stubborn to admit that she had no way else to get where she needed to be, that I was her only option, and that I wouldn’t for a second even think of leaving her alone in this state.
Beg, borrow, steal.
It’s on the table, they say.
As soon as you go to grab it, you realize it was never there.
Getting what you get should be good enough.
i offer very much. as a friend, brother, son, etc. i never offer enough though. they all deserve more, and i’m only human, right? i wish i could offer more, whatever they want, but i’m too stupid and stuff. just kidding, i’m just trying to say things to take up time. uhh, i dunno
It came to be that an offer was made. I couldn’t offer my love back.
A shinning ribbion of wet sand wrapped the secret stretch of beach, offering itself as a gift to me, gesturing me with a handwave of waves to unwrap its warm, white sands with my naked body.
i want to offer you my life. i want to give you all the credit. because even if i could do 150% more work in every single day, and worked only for goodness, and if i offered one hundred percent to you and you alone, took no credit, it would still not be enough to repay you all tat you have set up for me, here, now, tomorrow, yesterday, everyday and really far away from now.
Goffer loan the bagh tee
thuls their beur demand
still gramm mo…rang-d
Offer up your time,
your grace.
It will never be to late,
No matter what they say.
I offer you my heart. I offer you my life. They are not mine to give and take, but illusion tells me I can. I offer you my hope to love, to breath in sweet joy, sweet peace, sweet ecstasy. But I know these are temporary thoughts, moving in the flow of the divines sweet memory.
so many don’t
but so very many do.
More often than not they do
Those who do are often forgotten
because they do all of the time
Those who don’t tend to be remembered
because when you don’t
people notice
I offer this
No one ever offers to help when you need them to.
It’s in the moments between sleeping and waking that I really think of what I want to say. And as I’m drifting in one direction or the other everything is so simply and eloquently arranged, and I feel satisfied, but when I actually sit down to write I find myself stuck with the words, “got”, “put” and “so”. Everything goes right out the window. And then I find myself frustrated, because I feel like I have so much more to offer than what actually comes out.
If I came up to you with a place to stay and a blanket, a little bit of time and an ear, would you come with me? If I came up to you and offered to let you stay in my bed instead of on the floor, would you take me up on it, the way you have for the past seven nights, or would you laugh and tell me you’re pretending to be over me, again? It’s the same, and different every single time. I’m giving you a bunch of choices – I just don’t think I like the way your mind is moving.
In improv, they always say to make good offers. But it’s even more important to accept offers. Like one time, 2 guys I know were in a scene, and one said to the other “Could I please have a large latte?” The other said “No this is a pet shop” completely shutting down the scene.