pattern

March 15th, 2012 | 529 Entries

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529 Entries for “pattern”

  1. i ate a pattern of stars, constelations they call them, i call them coincidence, my patterns, not in the world really

    moranity
  2. I couldn’t get the mechanism to work. Why? Because it wasn’t ingrained in me to learn the complexities of the most insignificant machinery. A pattern repeated through my lineage. Luckily, none of my ancestors were watch makers.

  3. spirals that go on indefinitely, whirls, black and white on repeat.
    found in everything.
    3.14.
    shapes on skin.
    shadows on the walls.
    smoker’s breath, smoke swirls.
    circular.
    infinite.

    Cheryl
  4. The pattern of her thoughts spun out before her like an intricately woven blanket. All bright colours and interlocking designed that sparkled and danced before her eyes. But there was one constant. In all her muddled thoughts she kept coming back to the same thing.

    Rachael
  5. I see it all around. Sometimes it’s good and beneficial. But sometimes, it is also good to have none of it sometimes. Pattern versus spontaneity. I’m a mix of both sometimes.

    Liv
  6. fibonacci sequence. Im going to be getting this tattooed on me some time soon. I want this because I am a nerd. and a geek. I am proud to be both. i am happy to be both. it makes me happy to be both

    Emily
  7. The sun shining through the leaves left patterns on my body as I lay under the cool shade of the tree. It was a warm, peaceful day. Something I needed. It had been a long time since I felt so tranquil and could finally trust that I’d be ok.

    Shumita
  8. There are patterns everywhere. The most beautiful are the ones we don’t see. The pattern of the growing grass or the white water. Be inspired by everything! Go out and see the things that the world has to offer.

    abcdjess
  9. love the patterns around us
    it makes me wonder out loud
    as i stroll through the myriad

  10. The idea switched me on like a lightbulb. It all seemed to make sense. How the criminal killed them. I looked down on to the map. It was a pattern.

  11. The pattern emerged as the last piece of the jigsaw, the final clue, smoothly slotted into place. Her entire body trembled, violently, as she understood what was happening. She snatched the phone from his cold, dead hands and clumsily pressed the buttons. The horror of the ringing and ringing at the other end brought hot bile to the back of the throat. She wouldn’t be able to reach her in time. That’s when the tears fell, loud noisy sobs, splashing on to his navy jacket, staining this memory forever more. She clutched at her hair, willing a voice to answer the phone, but she knew it was too late. Another fatality to add to the growing list of connected names.

  12. Every time I see a pattern on a wall,
    I wonder how they made it at all.
    All those lines and swirls,
    makes my mind go into a whirl.
    Seeing patterns on all those walls,
    makes me see the whole world all in all.

    E. Bidwell
  13. I love the patterns around me – the patterns that nature has given us – it has inspired me in my work. I walk on for hours just to find these patterns so that i may appreciate what i have

    Sarah
  14. theres a pattern to my life.
    its a little dull
    school
    drink
    hookup with boy i like but only when drunk
    repeat.
    pattern.
    could be worse this pattern.

    hm
  15. The pattern I see myself gettin into
    I see as coming out as destructive
    I know no what my mind is goins through
    I hope it will be constructive
    Patterns are a telegraph that tella us who we are.
    Patterns define ourselves, they’re our deepest scar.

    Nicko Kim
  16. Moments of inexplicable repetition (sometimes) and the shape of woven cloth. The way our lives often play out without us noticing. The sound of rain on a tin roof. The way women in the 50s would mark the barometer of their days and the retro girls with sewing machines that now live in Dalston or East Dulwich.

    Amie Mills
  17. The fabric swayed in the air; a giant, swathing fold. The vibrant colours lit up the greyish room, and settled down on a large, plastic table.

    Anon
  18. sewing, I like sewing, but when I think about sewing all I want to do is a ton of other projects. So I buy a ton of stuff to do all of these projects and end up just staring at it. I am like a craft hoarder.

    Elizabeth
  19. Picking patterns at the sewing store, I notice a houndstooth and a brocade. I can’t so on these, I can’t sew silk either, but they are so wonderful.

  20. Sometimes I fail to believe there is a pattern in the cosmos. Most of the time though, I know there is the truth out there – the answer to all things. All the answers to who we are on the inside are out there. And out there, inside of us.

    Shona
  21. “Put him down.” The voice was deadly–not just for the chill in the tone, but the soft hissing that trailed off at the end. “Put him down and back away and maybe I won’t claw your eyes out.”

    “J-jessa?” Merith squirmed. “Jessa, help!”

    “I said to put my little brother down, you empty-headed-” The words trailed off as the tall redhead merely flipped the knife around in her hand and thumped the heavy hilt at the neck of the attacker. “Why is this turning into a pattern of some sort?” She frowned at her little brother.

    The bandit had begun to ease the child down to the forest floor, when the unexpected blow sent him stumbling to the ground and set the child free.

    “Jessa, Jessa!” He hugged her tight. “You came!”

    “Course I came, silly.” She hugged him tight. “You know I’d never leave you.”

    “But you came!” He wailed. “I didn’t think you would!”

    “Should I change my mind?” She snorted. “Come one, we haven’t got much time. We need to clear out of here before the place is swarming with-oh dear.” It seemed as if her mouth finally caught up to her mind and she realized she hadn’t really stabbed the bandit, but rather, she’d hit him with the heavy hilt. “Merith, run!”

    “You shouldn’t have taken your eyes off me.” The velvet voice chuckled darkly. “I guess today is my lucky day.”

  22. like folds in the fabric, our makeup written clearly on our faces we can’t change what we are made of we can’t change what made us, revealing our patterns to everyone who we come across.

    heather
  23. sequence and symmetry of anything. it is to place something in order. the pattern of anything makes u understand it better than the rough plane.

    Najeeba Zia
  24. pattern itself doesnt exhibit a reapeating pattern in either its sound or its written form. that isnt to say that it doesnt have a pattern, in fact it has a very strict pattern

    Terry
  25. Pattern, of your attitude. How it changes from lighter to darker. Like your empty smile. Like your empty body. Warm up with tenderness, enojoy the pattern of light.

  26. there were patterns everywhere, across the walls and spinning in on themselves
    colors unlike colors are, but rather as feelings feel
    I knew I wouldn’t be gone forever

    Quinn Linburg
  27. pattern? really? well a pattern could be anything, like something that happens throughout time, or like that weird pattern that’s on my blankets. patterns can be interesting things, all you have to do is take the time to study them and embrace their beauty.

    namine
  28. i pattern with my heart on the people i love, i plce a patern everywhere i go. the patten i place is the pattern of my heart. to make a mark where ever i go

    marz
  29. The pattern of the colors your eyes make when they cry. Makes me light with wonder, and that wonder turns red, orange and yellow, cause it’s warm like your eyes, like your soul, like your smile. Warm me up ever so gently cause this night is cold and i could fall for such tenderness.

    katerina
  30. Patters constitute a basis for all connections in the world. They provide a way to interact with different people, objects or ideas that are separate from our own. They are able to connect pictures, people, etc. They serve as a thinking-tool to further our knowledge as human beings.

    Rachael C
  31. of lines. The day peters out. The dull noon sun beats once on the grimy window and washes the room, and it stays soaked. Pattern of days. It’s so garish. Mom won’t be home until 8 pm.

    Crystal
  32. I have a problem. I love pattern. I love consistency and I hate change. I lie. I tell everyone I love new things but I’m really afraid of everything.

    Ev
  33. pattern is the most beautiful type of asthmatically styling we humans have we have pattern in our bodies and in our emotions, the way we think has had a pattern since the day we were born. pattern can be seen and heard in our current generation, from street art to hip hop music.

    luke
  34. This is not a normal pattern.
    Boy and girl talk,
    become friends,
    in a few months
    become more than friends.
    Boy and girl
    want to be together,
    miss each other,
    want to be
    in the same state.
    The same room
    would be pushing the limits.
    Boy and girl
    are still together,
    waiting
    to get one more chance
    to feel how we felt,
    like we always feel
    in our minds and in our hearts,
    on our skin.
    We want to laugh
    in the same room
    just once more.
    That will be enough
    for the next time.
    That will be enough
    for us.

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    Madison
  36. when i think of pattern, i think of a crochet hat. A crochet hat is meant to use a pattern, but FUCK that… who the fuck needs a pattern to make a sick as hell beanie… like the ones i make… do you know what crochet is? Crochet is similar to knitting, but you can make way sicker stuff and it only uses one needle.. a hook.

    Andrew
  37. a pattern between our heartbeats occurs. beating slowly. right beside each other. i look into your eyes and see the colours looking back at me. your slow blinks create the cutest pattern.

    maddy
  38. A pattern is a recurring series of events. Often comfortable if repeated daily by a single person, such as myself. But, as well as comfort, a pattern can bring unease, especially when broken.

    Curtis Lueke
  39. Last night Laurie gave me a bracelet. Her mum made it. She said it’s her hobby. It’s green, orange, and purple in colour. All my favourite hues! It got little plastic beads as well in chromatic colours. I dont know why I’m just describing it but the bracelet is just nice. I wanna learn how she does it. But most of all I wanna know how I can tie it onto my wrist…

    Cecilia
  40. repeating lines and shapes fill my mind a crazy fractal world of shapes and color repeating so pleasing my eyes jump around with glee over what i see. everywhere webs and droplets leave traces of the places they have been of the patterns they have seen.

    Gabby Zee