Being a Rust Belt baby takes patience. I learned this early on but first articulated it in my mind on our musky old couch. It curled against a window which overlooked an industrial landscape. New Castle, PA. Abandoned smoke stacks our mountains. Things used to be different, there was more money in the valley, but today I wear old clothes, walk to school and anxiously pick at the scab on my arm that’s been there for months. A deep sigh shakes me back to reality and I notice the location of the sun in the sky. I rise and leave Time for another day.
Waiting is the hardest thing on earth sometimes. If it’s good news you worried so long for no good reason, but if it’s bad news your whole world changes forever. And there’s no way to know which news you’re going to get until it arrives. Until that moment you’re both sick and well, your fear is laughable and serious, but far too late to do any good. There’s an odd sense that everything is possible until you know for sure.
Doctors think they have the hardest job but I tell you, their stress and worry is nothing in comparison to their patients.
terradi
I have become a new patient to many doctors recently because I realized I have major anxiety. It holds me back in a lot of situations and I’ve missed out on things due to it. I am now taking medication so I have to be patient for it to finally start working.
Sometimes it’s very difficult to be patient. Especially when we are used to having things happen immediately. But if we just wait, sometimes the things we’ve been waiting for will actually happen on their own. The problem is finding ways to not think about it in the meantime. Perhaps patience is learned.
Riko
She was a patient of life, as it administered its medicine in daily doses of freshly cut tulips on her round oak kitch table, delivered there by her husband after a rather mundane day at work. Of sunrises that greeted her as she turned right out of her driveway each morning to take her child to fourth grade. And of feeling of her baby’s beautiful little hands pressing against the inside of her womb – reaching for the starts above.
I’m just another patient. I’m not perfect, and I definitely need help. Will you please be my doctor, helping me and saving me from my own insanity? From the truths I’ve created in my mind, you aren’t allowed, but I know you are outside of this reality, shining brightly and here to help me.
Patient. Her mother told her to be patient, but how could she? She was anxious to see her father again. She hadn’t seen him since August of 1971, when he left for the war. She got a letter saying that it would only be 30 days when he would be home; the day is finally here.
Emma Rose
It’s grown harder and harder over the past few days to simply be content with sitting around and waiting to be miraculously healed. His leg is propped up in such a way that, if he bend his head almost painfully far forward, he can see the ugly gray cast. “Just be patient,” his doctor, a stern older man who probably never once shattered a femur in his life reminds him practically every time they see each other. But the minutes stretch on into excruciating days, and he counts the number of sunrises and sunsets that he can see through the hospital window until he thinks he will go insane from the boredom of being stationary.
And then one day, finally, the cast comes off.
It gives the best feeling, after you experience it. it takes away all the heat from anxiety, and the pressure you feel about worrying. Being patient, which i hope i got the right word, is something worth trying everyday.
Lynnette
A patient man would not worry about delay, unless he is a patient in an emergency room, bleeding to death. In such circumstances, impatience can be forgiven in an impatient patient.
tonykeyesjapan
It was an impressive room. The ceilings, as high as they were, swept down to meet you. Through the eagerness to explore more, he tempered himself. Begging his mind to be patient he finally quelled his eagerness and and decided to feel the moment.
{word is “Patient” } Pain, hurt. Thats all I feel. Thats what i want to feel. i never know why. it’s just always present in my life. Want might be a little to strong but its the truth. why must it be this way. Sadness comes more offten that usual. does that mean im depressed? I don’t want to be. i don’t know if i am. but does that put me in denile. I don’t get it. what most people say. there just words half that time that don’t mean anything. i feel as if no one cares if i make it through this world. i don’t even know how i will. i don’t know what the will is that gets me up in the morning. maybe i just don’t want to fail. but im doing the barminamum not to fail. why can’t i reach my portecatl that i don’t know but i know i can reach if i try. i guess im lazy. but i want a real anwser other than “i guess”. That hard, to put into words. i know its aful and confusing. i just can’t, no i just don’t know how to. Why do i want the answers to my questions so bad? is that just because it’s human nature to do so? their we go again. with the questions. But is asking questions bad? (again) Mostly no one aswers them. no one has the answers. I know things i Should do. its just if im going to do them. Whats sad is that i don’t even know what i think and i expect somone else to give me that answer i don’t know i want.
Kyia
Pain, hurt. Thats all I feel. Thats what i want to feel. i never know why. it’s just always present in my life. Want might be a little to strong but its the truth. why must it be this way. Sadness comes more offten that usual. does that mean im depressed? I don’t want to be. i don’t know if i am. but does that put me in denile. I don’t get it. what most people say. there just words half that time that don’t mean anything. i feel as if no one cares if i make it through this world. i don’t even know how i will. i don’t know what the will is that gets me up in the morning. maybe i just don’t want to fail. but im doing the barminamum not to fail. why can’t i reach my portecatl that i don’t know but i know i can reach if i try. i guess im lazy. but i want a real anwser other than “i guess”. That hard, to put into words. i know its aful and confusing. i just can’t, no i just don’t know how to. Why do i want the answers to my questions so bad? is that just because it’s human nature to do so? their we go again. with the questions. But is asking questions bad? (again) Mostly no one aswers them. no one has the answers. I know things i Should do. its just if im going to do them. Whats sad is that i don’t even know what i think and i expect somone else to give me that answer i don’t know i want.
Kyia
Her feet swung aimlessly under her chair as she leaned back. Groaning, she glanced up at the ever-moving clock hand, still ticking at it’s insanely slow pace. She sighed, flipping through yet another boring magazine present on the table next to her. The waiting room was still.
Alex
i am patient. the patterns that i walk on are misleading. patience can derail you, but resilience is what stands your worth. i am a patient in this universe.
Be patient. Wait longer. The pain will dissipate eventually. Savor spoonfuls of medicine while you lie in bed. Pillow’s extra fluffy. Blanket’s extra warm. Also extra fluffy. Don’t panic. Don’t be ashamed. Don’t be embarrassed. And for the love of God, do not cry. Because crying just makes it sting more.
Sit up. She’s brought you soup. Hot, full of noodles. The hearty kind. You take a sip, and she kisses you. Two sensations.
Belinda Roddie
‘I just want to go home, Lisa!’ Matar huffed, folding her arms for the seven hundredth time. This room was driving her crazy , but not as crazy as knowing that she had the opportunity to stand up and leave at any moment.
Lisa looked at her with pleading eyes ‘Please Matar, I can’t do this without you,’ she weaved her fingers into hers, ‘I need you.’
Matar sighed and kissed her partners fingers ‘And don’t I know it.’
Patient. My whole life, I was told to be patient. I didnt really know what that meant, when I have 5. But I knew that my mother and father wanted me to be patient.
taylor
Finding that I have the ability to be patient with myself is a virtue I am finally developing. This has been a tough year….my child is in his NO phase. Help!
I am patient. I am kind. I can be your peace of mind. I am what you love, I am what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try. I’m hiding, I’m waiting, you’ll meet me someday. But until then, my love, be on your way.
Non riesco ad aspettare. Non so aspettare. Non riesco a rimanere fermo, guardare le cose accadere eppure è quello che ho fatto la vita intera. Non ho mai preso una decisione, non ho mai deciso del mio futuro. Tutto quello che mi è accaduto fino ad oggi è frutto del caso, o meglio delle decisioni altrui. Sono così impaziente da voler prendere una decisione prima ancora che questa posssa in alcun modo essere considerata attendibile. Devo dormire.
I am patient. I am kind. I am your peace of mind. I am what you love, I what what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try.
Anna
He told me to be patient. Good things will come to those who wait. What was he thinking. The guys never want to wait. But he is special. He taught me to love myself, and respect myself. We waited, so it was more special. I wanted to do it to get it over with. He knew I was wrong so he helped me. We waited. So it was special.
Waiting because there is always something better. How do you know you’ve got what you want? Implies willingness to wait, which not many people have. Impatience is far more common.
Meghan
Be patient in your studies, and the answers will come to you. Well to that I have one slur and that you can guess that little cue. I’m not vindictive, just tired of this true and tried formula of living. A pitiful patient of this peaceful generation, yet all I want is to achieve and receive, have the world handed to me by its hypocrisy. And fuel the cycle, for tomorrows evolution. SO yes I would choose life B, a brain in a vat is preferable to reality. A reality where reality is just a set of created metaphysics, to be later manipulated to pull the wool over your eyes. But would it really be so bad? Life would have nothing but death would rob you something you never had. And life itself may not be the end, an endless scenario of life might be at all and you, a mind, a ego, a conciousness would never know and never know to lament. Immortality made fresh, with a disconnected quasi beginning and end. Yes I’d like that, a silver plater, steak and potatoes, fine dinner meal, I supply Smith and with my memory wiped, experienced another brilliant life at last.
be patient.
you’ll grow.
your heart will come to know things that
it never knew before
you eyes will come to see the world
in a way you never have
your mind will expand its boundaries
to reach the endless shore
mmm i dont know…. loneliness. not everybody has the luck to be patient its just kind of… a gift.. yeahhh a gist from god.mmmm what the hell
mary
He was driving in the fast lane. Everything seemed fine until he crossed the brigde into the city. The traffic went to a complete stop in his lane, but middle lane was still moving really fast. He moved over into that lane as soon as he got the chance. Then that lane stopped, and the fast lane started moving faster than ever before, and the right lane was moving also. His lane was completely stoped. Then he snaped when he merged into a moving lane and stopped immedietly. He did not have the patients for this.
Luke
I’ve been patient for you.
Honestly, I have.
But I grow restive in my wake,
only to escape to deceit in my sleep.
ill be patient just at any time, i promise, so please forgive me if i dont, im actually trying my best. i hope youll be patient to.
mary
He’s waiting for me as I exit. He opens his mouth to say something, but I throw my hands against his shoulders and slam him into the wall behind.
“What the hell was that?” I spit, my face inches from his. “You said you had my back – you said you’d be there for me! I looked like an idiot back there! And you just stood by and watched.”
I fall silent, breathing heavy. I let my hands slip down, and they hang loosely at my sides. He grabs my wrist before I can turn away.
“Listen,” he says gently. “I’m sorry. I was just following orders.”
He’s so patient and calm, even when I yell. It makes it hard for me to stay angry.
I was patient. I turned the other cheek. I tried everything I could, but I just couldn’t handle this anymore. She was a demon. She destroyed everything she touched. Including my life.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted over the roar of my burning house.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” she smirked as her body was immersed in the flames.
I was done. I tore the dagger from my belt and stalked towards her.
I am not one to be patient. I hate people who come to meetings late because I made the effort of being there on time so have the decency to show up on time! I don’t understand how people are so patient with children. I don’t have the patience to act like I am 10 years younger for them to understand me.
Leah T.
i wait with parsed lips
the time flies away
i sit there
wringing my hands
wishing i was here to say
“be patient” my dear
“things make sense in time”
but life isn’t like that some times
sometimes you have to leave
and don’t look back
because hindsight is blinding.
Matty M.
Every minute, every second, every hour, every day, it never ends. The urge to give up has become increasingly overwhelming. Yet for some strange reason I feel I have to give you another chance. My heart tells me that I must be patient.
Being a Rust Belt baby takes patience. I learned this early on but first articulated it in my mind on our musky old couch. It curled against a window which overlooked an industrial landscape. New Castle, PA. Abandoned smoke stacks our mountains. Things used to be different, there was more money in the valley, but today I wear old clothes, walk to school and anxiously pick at the scab on my arm that’s been there for months. A deep sigh shakes me back to reality and I notice the location of the sun in the sky. I rise and leave Time for another day.
Waiting is the hardest thing on earth sometimes. If it’s good news you worried so long for no good reason, but if it’s bad news your whole world changes forever. And there’s no way to know which news you’re going to get until it arrives. Until that moment you’re both sick and well, your fear is laughable and serious, but far too late to do any good. There’s an odd sense that everything is possible until you know for sure.
Doctors think they have the hardest job but I tell you, their stress and worry is nothing in comparison to their patients.
I have become a new patient to many doctors recently because I realized I have major anxiety. It holds me back in a lot of situations and I’ve missed out on things due to it. I am now taking medication so I have to be patient for it to finally start working.
Sometimes it’s very difficult to be patient. Especially when we are used to having things happen immediately. But if we just wait, sometimes the things we’ve been waiting for will actually happen on their own. The problem is finding ways to not think about it in the meantime. Perhaps patience is learned.
She was a patient of life, as it administered its medicine in daily doses of freshly cut tulips on her round oak kitch table, delivered there by her husband after a rather mundane day at work. Of sunrises that greeted her as she turned right out of her driveway each morning to take her child to fourth grade. And of feeling of her baby’s beautiful little hands pressing against the inside of her womb – reaching for the starts above.
I’m just another patient. I’m not perfect, and I definitely need help. Will you please be my doctor, helping me and saving me from my own insanity? From the truths I’ve created in my mind, you aren’t allowed, but I know you are outside of this reality, shining brightly and here to help me.
Patient. Her mother told her to be patient, but how could she? She was anxious to see her father again. She hadn’t seen him since August of 1971, when he left for the war. She got a letter saying that it would only be 30 days when he would be home; the day is finally here.
It’s grown harder and harder over the past few days to simply be content with sitting around and waiting to be miraculously healed. His leg is propped up in such a way that, if he bend his head almost painfully far forward, he can see the ugly gray cast. “Just be patient,” his doctor, a stern older man who probably never once shattered a femur in his life reminds him practically every time they see each other. But the minutes stretch on into excruciating days, and he counts the number of sunrises and sunsets that he can see through the hospital window until he thinks he will go insane from the boredom of being stationary.
And then one day, finally, the cast comes off.
It gives the best feeling, after you experience it. it takes away all the heat from anxiety, and the pressure you feel about worrying. Being patient, which i hope i got the right word, is something worth trying everyday.
A patient man would not worry about delay, unless he is a patient in an emergency room, bleeding to death. In such circumstances, impatience can be forgiven in an impatient patient.
It was an impressive room. The ceilings, as high as they were, swept down to meet you. Through the eagerness to explore more, he tempered himself. Begging his mind to be patient he finally quelled his eagerness and and decided to feel the moment.
{word is “Patient” } Pain, hurt. Thats all I feel. Thats what i want to feel. i never know why. it’s just always present in my life. Want might be a little to strong but its the truth. why must it be this way. Sadness comes more offten that usual. does that mean im depressed? I don’t want to be. i don’t know if i am. but does that put me in denile. I don’t get it. what most people say. there just words half that time that don’t mean anything. i feel as if no one cares if i make it through this world. i don’t even know how i will. i don’t know what the will is that gets me up in the morning. maybe i just don’t want to fail. but im doing the barminamum not to fail. why can’t i reach my portecatl that i don’t know but i know i can reach if i try. i guess im lazy. but i want a real anwser other than “i guess”. That hard, to put into words. i know its aful and confusing. i just can’t, no i just don’t know how to. Why do i want the answers to my questions so bad? is that just because it’s human nature to do so? their we go again. with the questions. But is asking questions bad? (again) Mostly no one aswers them. no one has the answers. I know things i Should do. its just if im going to do them. Whats sad is that i don’t even know what i think and i expect somone else to give me that answer i don’t know i want.
Pain, hurt. Thats all I feel. Thats what i want to feel. i never know why. it’s just always present in my life. Want might be a little to strong but its the truth. why must it be this way. Sadness comes more offten that usual. does that mean im depressed? I don’t want to be. i don’t know if i am. but does that put me in denile. I don’t get it. what most people say. there just words half that time that don’t mean anything. i feel as if no one cares if i make it through this world. i don’t even know how i will. i don’t know what the will is that gets me up in the morning. maybe i just don’t want to fail. but im doing the barminamum not to fail. why can’t i reach my portecatl that i don’t know but i know i can reach if i try. i guess im lazy. but i want a real anwser other than “i guess”. That hard, to put into words. i know its aful and confusing. i just can’t, no i just don’t know how to. Why do i want the answers to my questions so bad? is that just because it’s human nature to do so? their we go again. with the questions. But is asking questions bad? (again) Mostly no one aswers them. no one has the answers. I know things i Should do. its just if im going to do them. Whats sad is that i don’t even know what i think and i expect somone else to give me that answer i don’t know i want.
Her feet swung aimlessly under her chair as she leaned back. Groaning, she glanced up at the ever-moving clock hand, still ticking at it’s insanely slow pace. She sighed, flipping through yet another boring magazine present on the table next to her. The waiting room was still.
i am patient. the patterns that i walk on are misleading. patience can derail you, but resilience is what stands your worth. i am a patient in this universe.
Be patient. Wait longer. The pain will dissipate eventually. Savor spoonfuls of medicine while you lie in bed. Pillow’s extra fluffy. Blanket’s extra warm. Also extra fluffy. Don’t panic. Don’t be ashamed. Don’t be embarrassed. And for the love of God, do not cry. Because crying just makes it sting more.
Sit up. She’s brought you soup. Hot, full of noodles. The hearty kind. You take a sip, and she kisses you. Two sensations.
‘I just want to go home, Lisa!’ Matar huffed, folding her arms for the seven hundredth time. This room was driving her crazy , but not as crazy as knowing that she had the opportunity to stand up and leave at any moment.
Lisa looked at her with pleading eyes ‘Please Matar, I can’t do this without you,’ she weaved her fingers into hers, ‘I need you.’
Matar sighed and kissed her partners fingers ‘And don’t I know it.’
Patient. My whole life, I was told to be patient. I didnt really know what that meant, when I have 5. But I knew that my mother and father wanted me to be patient.
Finding that I have the ability to be patient with myself is a virtue I am finally developing. This has been a tough year….my child is in his NO phase. Help!
I need to be satisfied enough in the present that I need not worry about the future. I need to be patient.
I am patient. I am kind. I can be your peace of mind. I am what you love, I am what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try. I’m hiding, I’m waiting, you’ll meet me someday. But until then, my love, be on your way.
Non riesco ad aspettare. Non so aspettare. Non riesco a rimanere fermo, guardare le cose accadere eppure è quello che ho fatto la vita intera. Non ho mai preso una decisione, non ho mai deciso del mio futuro. Tutto quello che mi è accaduto fino ad oggi è frutto del caso, o meglio delle decisioni altrui. Sono così impaziente da voler prendere una decisione prima ancora che questa posssa in alcun modo essere considerata attendibile. Devo dormire.
I am patient. I am kind. I am your peace of mind. I am what you love, I what what you care. I am what you look for, when I’m not there. This is something words can not define, but you, my dear can try and try.
He told me to be patient. Good things will come to those who wait. What was he thinking. The guys never want to wait. But he is special. He taught me to love myself, and respect myself. We waited, so it was more special. I wanted to do it to get it over with. He knew I was wrong so he helped me. We waited. So it was special.
i told you to be patient
i told you to be kind
Waiting because there is always something better. How do you know you’ve got what you want? Implies willingness to wait, which not many people have. Impatience is far more common.
Be patient in your studies, and the answers will come to you. Well to that I have one slur and that you can guess that little cue. I’m not vindictive, just tired of this true and tried formula of living. A pitiful patient of this peaceful generation, yet all I want is to achieve and receive, have the world handed to me by its hypocrisy. And fuel the cycle, for tomorrows evolution. SO yes I would choose life B, a brain in a vat is preferable to reality. A reality where reality is just a set of created metaphysics, to be later manipulated to pull the wool over your eyes. But would it really be so bad? Life would have nothing but death would rob you something you never had. And life itself may not be the end, an endless scenario of life might be at all and you, a mind, a ego, a conciousness would never know and never know to lament. Immortality made fresh, with a disconnected quasi beginning and end. Yes I’d like that, a silver plater, steak and potatoes, fine dinner meal, I supply Smith and with my memory wiped, experienced another brilliant life at last.
be patient.
you’ll grow.
your heart will come to know things that
it never knew before
you eyes will come to see the world
in a way you never have
your mind will expand its boundaries
to reach the endless shore
quiet
calm
peaceful
listen to what others have in their minds
be mindful
show patience
that which I would like to believe myself to be yet am a million galaxies from reaching RIGHT NOW!!!!!! jUST sAYING
mmm i dont know…. loneliness. not everybody has the luck to be patient its just kind of… a gift.. yeahhh a gist from god.mmmm what the hell
He was driving in the fast lane. Everything seemed fine until he crossed the brigde into the city. The traffic went to a complete stop in his lane, but middle lane was still moving really fast. He moved over into that lane as soon as he got the chance. Then that lane stopped, and the fast lane started moving faster than ever before, and the right lane was moving also. His lane was completely stoped. Then he snaped when he merged into a moving lane and stopped immedietly. He did not have the patients for this.
I’ve been patient for you.
Honestly, I have.
But I grow restive in my wake,
only to escape to deceit in my sleep.
ill be patient just at any time, i promise, so please forgive me if i dont, im actually trying my best. i hope youll be patient to.
He’s waiting for me as I exit. He opens his mouth to say something, but I throw my hands against his shoulders and slam him into the wall behind.
“What the hell was that?” I spit, my face inches from his. “You said you had my back – you said you’d be there for me! I looked like an idiot back there! And you just stood by and watched.”
I fall silent, breathing heavy. I let my hands slip down, and they hang loosely at my sides. He grabs my wrist before I can turn away.
“Listen,” he says gently. “I’m sorry. I was just following orders.”
He’s so patient and calm, even when I yell. It makes it hard for me to stay angry.
And god, I hate him for it.
I was patient. I turned the other cheek. I tried everything I could, but I just couldn’t handle this anymore. She was a demon. She destroyed everything she touched. Including my life.
“Leave me alone!” I shouted over the roar of my burning house.
“I don’t know what your talking about.” she smirked as her body was immersed in the flames.
I was done. I tore the dagger from my belt and stalked towards her.
No soy paciente, a veces cultivar la paciencia es difícil en un medio tan egoista y poco brillante.
Something I lack.
I am not one to be patient. I hate people who come to meetings late because I made the effort of being there on time so have the decency to show up on time! I don’t understand how people are so patient with children. I don’t have the patience to act like I am 10 years younger for them to understand me.
i wait with parsed lips
the time flies away
i sit there
wringing my hands
wishing i was here to say
“be patient” my dear
“things make sense in time”
but life isn’t like that some times
sometimes you have to leave
and don’t look back
because hindsight is blinding.
Every minute, every second, every hour, every day, it never ends. The urge to give up has become increasingly overwhelming. Yet for some strange reason I feel I have to give you another chance. My heart tells me that I must be patient.