the pattern which words go in a poem is like how like to see things flow across my mind. if there could be a pattern to this, it would make it more pleasing to the eyes and the mind and the mouth and the ears. But i have no time, and i’m racing to write down these last words as a beautiful statement.
Gerad Brodess
Thin pink skin patterned with emerging quills simply waiting to become proper feathers. Then nothing will be able to hold you back any longer.
I see pattern in everything. Breathing, blinking, even walking. It’s like OCD. Sometimes people have to walk an even number of steps, or make sure the pressure used with each foot is equal. And other times it’s just going shopping and choosing a new dress. Patterns are everywhere, in everything. If only we take the time to look.
Erin
lying in the ground, watching the clouds. an eternal pattern of cotton contradictions, of contradictions, of sublime differences telling a story in the midst of a new day that has nothing to offer
It’s something you see at the fabric store plastered on the walls. It’s in the small cut outs of your grandmother’s blanket and in the numbers your kids see at school. It becomes something you do, then it’s who you are.
Gabriella
there is a pattern on my pillows. it looks like peacock feathers. i like peacocks because they are beautiful. beauty is something that is very important to me. i am insecure of how i look to others.
feathers
triangles.circles.over and over again. repeated. zebra. math picture. my life. really more? im getting tired of seeing patterns in my head. jump up jump
Chanz
Pattern on a quilt. I can see it. Twisting shapes, double helix. Psychedelic colors. Color scheme..
Oh gee, patterns. You see them everywhere in our lives, without thinking about them, really. What would our lives be without patterns? A big jumble of junk, that’s what. Hehe.
Garrett Alkofer
every single day we see patterns, follow patterns, break patterns and create new patterns for ourselves. during my first year of law school, i read about a lawsuit in my property class about the copyrighting of patterns by the style house chanel. i was absolutely perplexed by my ability to understand both sides. specifically, i empathized with the david side, the low income creator of a particular upholstery pattern that stood to lose much money by having a goliath company reproduce its design for its own profit, without giving credit to its original creator. on the other hand, i could perfectly understand the idea that patterns are created in nature and to claim an ownership without certainty over a particular combination of colors and threads is almost impossibly verifiable.
Lissette
I looooove patterns! But i wish I could see more of them. I like when I see things that other people don’t see. Like when the colors of the m&ms in my hand are equal and I can eat them systematically so none of the colors outweigh the others. or when buildings form the at&t bars!!!
Kenzie
hi love, i waited for you today. ok, well, i hate u more than ever. the worst thing in my life. Thank you. for all. Die
Mono
There’s not a single pattern in the world that doesn’t change sometime. Complex or simple. If you don’t be one step ahead, all you will see is someone’s back.
mixed and bold, confusing, more than one…increases the likelihood, predictor. you think you can understand me because i fit a pattern., does it make u feel safe, put things intoboxes, patterns, urns, i dont understand…society accepts patterns
Lindsey
Art class. The teacher always saying, “You should have pattern” and “Create pattern by doing this”. Nope, i never listened to her. I just do my own thing. I know what im doin.
A pattern in anything you see. Trees, nature, cards, numbers, cars. Patterns are natures path. They are beauty formed. They are what makes us unique. Find yours.
Punita Sidapra
The pattern of kisses that I place upon his skin. The scent of him lingers. Him- oh he is it. The ecstasy that we engulf ourselves in every time we are together. The flashbacks seem too real, his touch feels like reality. Replays in my mind time after time. The look in his eyes when our lips connect. The magic; oh he is my high. Lost in love not in lust.
flow
tree
trains
wallpaper
house
car
moms
purse
women
checkers
cheetah
zebra
Eric Walton
Patterns are everywhere. except where you want to see them. is there a pattern in the way you think? maybe, i hope so, but it depends where you’re head is. I don’t understand where some people find the patterns that I haven’t been looking for. it’s easy to get lost if the roads on your map look like triangles inside of larger triangles representing mountainous areas or state lines. I’ve never seen a pattern I understood or wanted to remember, to save for later and obsess over where it came from and where it was going. but that’s what happens and we keep those questions in mind as small talk for our hot date so we can pretend we want to know about her but really just want to know her. difficult though, when you can’t find the restaurant. is it on Thomas or Osborn? 7th or 12th? exit here, circle this block, no parking.
josh
Tapping onto a pane of glass, drips of water create areas of momentary activity. I roll over, counting the spaces in between the beats, tip, tap, dropping on top of the sill.
I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls. The repeating, looping, never-ending eternal patter that covers my entire eye span. Each turn, each neck crane, each step, only furthers me into the portal of pattern I’ve been sucked into. Everything’s the same. I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls.
David Raygoza
I like patterns. My friend sews them, and she makes fabulous works. She just recently made a replica Mad Hatter hat for her theatre class in college. It looks great. Everything has a pattern. I wish some patterns could be broken though, things might be better that way, you know?
Sarah
patterns in the water like rings of an onion peeling away slowly in an iridescent pool of love. You fucking junkie and your ugly patterned dress wiping away alligator tears in the dirty moonlight.
Jimbob
The pattern of quilts make me happy inside. the pattern of water the pattern of shoes the pattern of life the pattern of toilet paper the pattern of your face, pattern. pattern, lalalalalalallaalalalalalalalalaa pattern.
melinda
colors, cats, dogs, animals, purple pattern, same thing, rotation, order, logic, candy, things that can be quantify, what is the point of this? why do i feel i need to type out a pattern? purple pattern, 60 seconds is a long time, purple pattern, am i doing a pattern now? wow i type fast, hurry
Vera
The pattern that binds all humans together is how we treat one another. It is the simple act of humanity, masked in culture and in heritage that creates the different quilt pieces, weaving together the human race. I am one stitch. My one act of kindness is one thread in the quilt of the world.
There are shapes that combined create a sillouette of the majestic view outside. Much of what I see is different from what others see but I’m sure there is an eqiuvalent that we can all understand. For everyone experiences a certain universality.
Emma
Patterns. The one’s we see in everybody. The patterns in their behavior, in their speech. The patterns that really determine one’s personality. Just a string of gestures, one after another. It’s amazing how significant they really are.
patterns. the ones we see in everyone’s behavior, that determine who we are. who would have known how noticeable they can be? that once you stop and notice someone’s pattern, you suddenly understand more of who they are.
Jasmine King
I see patterns in everything it’s how my brain functions. the life of an architect. We are trained from birth to recognize patterns. numbers, letters, words, days of the week, months of the year. I remember in first grade I learned a song. it went like this : “sunday-monday, tuesday-wednesday, thursday-friday sat-ur-day…”
Amy
Patterns are the buttons spread across the hard wood floor for me to sort. Patterns are in the fabric of my favorite toy elephants back, or the patches of caramel colors of my dogs fur. patterns are the swirls of the root i unearthed in the graveyard while searching for 200 year old headstones this summer.
Meghan Costello
Patterns are helpful when you need to start something, but hopefully what happens is you start to move away from the pattern and start to create something that represents more of what you are. Patterns can be visually pleasing and familiar, but we can find beauty in the abnormal and the path less traveled.
Jacob Jackson
It’s what makes things different from each other…what makes things so unique. It can be simple, or complex. It can be with colors, shapes, textures, sounds. Patterns are what we see and feel, and sometimes hear.
Kali Rees
swirls dots and designs never ending stitches to make up the fabric of time and space holding everything together, one grand design, all part of the pattern.
Jen
There’s a pattern to falling in love. Each person has their own pattern but it’s there. You go from one lover to the next, each one even more perfect than the last. Each time, you fall deeper and further in love. Each time you promise yourself you won’t make the same mistakes. Each time you promise yourself you’ll be careful.
the pattern on your dress makes me think of hot summer days where you’re gasping for that conditioned air in the mall, that lick of ice cream you hope will cool you down. I can’t find that feeling anymore, because the sun has gone and the clouds make my days cold.
Shelby
see them? like a patch work quilt. all colors, sizes and styles. it’s what makes the world beautiful.
Ben
The pattern of those socks is quite mundane. It reminds me the time I had to sit in a lawyers office for three hours. I would have rather died three times over than sit there in boredom. It’s not my fault I ran my car into a light pole and caused a black out because I was eating a snickers.
Derek
the pattern was simply amazing; the odd fan like shapes glistened in the sun and was breath taking. it captivated the audience who looked at it with awe.
cassy
This pattern is different, this pattern is new. This pattern I something that I never went through. This pattern is strange, this pattern is nice. This pattern weeds out the men from the mice.
the pattern which words go in a poem is like how like to see things flow across my mind. if there could be a pattern to this, it would make it more pleasing to the eyes and the mind and the mouth and the ears. But i have no time, and i’m racing to write down these last words as a beautiful statement.
Thin pink skin patterned with emerging quills simply waiting to become proper feathers. Then nothing will be able to hold you back any longer.
I see pattern in everything. Breathing, blinking, even walking. It’s like OCD. Sometimes people have to walk an even number of steps, or make sure the pressure used with each foot is equal. And other times it’s just going shopping and choosing a new dress. Patterns are everywhere, in everything. If only we take the time to look.
lying in the ground, watching the clouds. an eternal pattern of cotton contradictions, of contradictions, of sublime differences telling a story in the midst of a new day that has nothing to offer
It’s something you see at the fabric store plastered on the walls. It’s in the small cut outs of your grandmother’s blanket and in the numbers your kids see at school. It becomes something you do, then it’s who you are.
there is a pattern on my pillows. it looks like peacock feathers. i like peacocks because they are beautiful. beauty is something that is very important to me. i am insecure of how i look to others.
triangles.circles.over and over again. repeated. zebra. math picture. my life. really more? im getting tired of seeing patterns in my head. jump up jump
Pattern on a quilt. I can see it. Twisting shapes, double helix. Psychedelic colors. Color scheme..
Oh gee, patterns. You see them everywhere in our lives, without thinking about them, really. What would our lives be without patterns? A big jumble of junk, that’s what. Hehe.
every single day we see patterns, follow patterns, break patterns and create new patterns for ourselves. during my first year of law school, i read about a lawsuit in my property class about the copyrighting of patterns by the style house chanel. i was absolutely perplexed by my ability to understand both sides. specifically, i empathized with the david side, the low income creator of a particular upholstery pattern that stood to lose much money by having a goliath company reproduce its design for its own profit, without giving credit to its original creator. on the other hand, i could perfectly understand the idea that patterns are created in nature and to claim an ownership without certainty over a particular combination of colors and threads is almost impossibly verifiable.
I looooove patterns! But i wish I could see more of them. I like when I see things that other people don’t see. Like when the colors of the m&ms in my hand are equal and I can eat them systematically so none of the colors outweigh the others. or when buildings form the at&t bars!!!
hi love, i waited for you today. ok, well, i hate u more than ever. the worst thing in my life. Thank you. for all. Die
There’s not a single pattern in the world that doesn’t change sometime. Complex or simple. If you don’t be one step ahead, all you will see is someone’s back.
mixed and bold, confusing, more than one…increases the likelihood, predictor. you think you can understand me because i fit a pattern., does it make u feel safe, put things intoboxes, patterns, urns, i dont understand…society accepts patterns
Art class. The teacher always saying, “You should have pattern” and “Create pattern by doing this”. Nope, i never listened to her. I just do my own thing. I know what im doin.
A pattern in anything you see. Trees, nature, cards, numbers, cars. Patterns are natures path. They are beauty formed. They are what makes us unique. Find yours.
The pattern of kisses that I place upon his skin. The scent of him lingers. Him- oh he is it. The ecstasy that we engulf ourselves in every time we are together. The flashbacks seem too real, his touch feels like reality. Replays in my mind time after time. The look in his eyes when our lips connect. The magic; oh he is my high. Lost in love not in lust.
flow
tree
trains
wallpaper
house
car
moms
purse
women
checkers
cheetah
zebra
Patterns are everywhere. except where you want to see them. is there a pattern in the way you think? maybe, i hope so, but it depends where you’re head is. I don’t understand where some people find the patterns that I haven’t been looking for. it’s easy to get lost if the roads on your map look like triangles inside of larger triangles representing mountainous areas or state lines. I’ve never seen a pattern I understood or wanted to remember, to save for later and obsess over where it came from and where it was going. but that’s what happens and we keep those questions in mind as small talk for our hot date so we can pretend we want to know about her but really just want to know her. difficult though, when you can’t find the restaurant. is it on Thomas or Osborn? 7th or 12th? exit here, circle this block, no parking.
Tapping onto a pane of glass, drips of water create areas of momentary activity. I roll over, counting the spaces in between the beats, tip, tap, dropping on top of the sill.
I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls. The repeating, looping, never-ending eternal patter that covers my entire eye span. Each turn, each neck crane, each step, only furthers me into the portal of pattern I’ve been sucked into. Everything’s the same. I see it all over the walls. I see it all over the walls.
I like patterns. My friend sews them, and she makes fabulous works. She just recently made a replica Mad Hatter hat for her theatre class in college. It looks great. Everything has a pattern. I wish some patterns could be broken though, things might be better that way, you know?
patterns in the water like rings of an onion peeling away slowly in an iridescent pool of love. You fucking junkie and your ugly patterned dress wiping away alligator tears in the dirty moonlight.
The pattern of quilts make me happy inside. the pattern of water the pattern of shoes the pattern of life the pattern of toilet paper the pattern of your face, pattern. pattern, lalalalalalallaalalalalalalalalaa pattern.
colors, cats, dogs, animals, purple pattern, same thing, rotation, order, logic, candy, things that can be quantify, what is the point of this? why do i feel i need to type out a pattern? purple pattern, 60 seconds is a long time, purple pattern, am i doing a pattern now? wow i type fast, hurry
The pattern that binds all humans together is how we treat one another. It is the simple act of humanity, masked in culture and in heritage that creates the different quilt pieces, weaving together the human race. I am one stitch. My one act of kindness is one thread in the quilt of the world.
There are shapes that combined create a sillouette of the majestic view outside. Much of what I see is different from what others see but I’m sure there is an eqiuvalent that we can all understand. For everyone experiences a certain universality.
Patterns. The one’s we see in everybody. The patterns in their behavior, in their speech. The patterns that really determine one’s personality. Just a string of gestures, one after another. It’s amazing how significant they really are.
patterns. the ones we see in everyone’s behavior, that determine who we are. who would have known how noticeable they can be? that once you stop and notice someone’s pattern, you suddenly understand more of who they are.
I see patterns in everything it’s how my brain functions. the life of an architect. We are trained from birth to recognize patterns. numbers, letters, words, days of the week, months of the year. I remember in first grade I learned a song. it went like this : “sunday-monday, tuesday-wednesday, thursday-friday sat-ur-day…”
Patterns are the buttons spread across the hard wood floor for me to sort. Patterns are in the fabric of my favorite toy elephants back, or the patches of caramel colors of my dogs fur. patterns are the swirls of the root i unearthed in the graveyard while searching for 200 year old headstones this summer.
Patterns are helpful when you need to start something, but hopefully what happens is you start to move away from the pattern and start to create something that represents more of what you are. Patterns can be visually pleasing and familiar, but we can find beauty in the abnormal and the path less traveled.
It’s what makes things different from each other…what makes things so unique. It can be simple, or complex. It can be with colors, shapes, textures, sounds. Patterns are what we see and feel, and sometimes hear.
swirls dots and designs never ending stitches to make up the fabric of time and space holding everything together, one grand design, all part of the pattern.
There’s a pattern to falling in love. Each person has their own pattern but it’s there. You go from one lover to the next, each one even more perfect than the last. Each time, you fall deeper and further in love. Each time you promise yourself you won’t make the same mistakes. Each time you promise yourself you’ll be careful.
the pattern on your dress makes me think of hot summer days where you’re gasping for that conditioned air in the mall, that lick of ice cream you hope will cool you down. I can’t find that feeling anymore, because the sun has gone and the clouds make my days cold.
see them? like a patch work quilt. all colors, sizes and styles. it’s what makes the world beautiful.
The pattern of those socks is quite mundane. It reminds me the time I had to sit in a lawyers office for three hours. I would have rather died three times over than sit there in boredom. It’s not my fault I ran my car into a light pole and caused a black out because I was eating a snickers.
the pattern was simply amazing; the odd fan like shapes glistened in the sun and was breath taking. it captivated the audience who looked at it with awe.
This pattern is different, this pattern is new. This pattern I something that I never went through. This pattern is strange, this pattern is nice. This pattern weeds out the men from the mice.