Passively, he received the gift. But was it an active assent, to be granted the privilege? Or was he unable to comprehend that which he was given; was the possessing of the thing required to understand it? Was it such that he received a blank package, or thought it was another thing entirely? A gift which, until touched, until he placed his oily, wrinkled, disgusting hand upon it’s purity, was without form, for him who received and also the giver.
i’ve gotten a lot from my mother. anxiety, good looks, enjoyment of cooking.
but the best present I’ve received? my empathy.
It’s important to identify with people. feel their pain. their love. their hate.
to understand.
it helps you become a better person.
thanks mom, for helping me become a better person.
Matty M.
I have received
Warmth
That I do not deserve.
These coals in my chest
Save me
From
The bitterness of self
But I scorn them
And wish that they would burn
Brighter.
One day a breathtaking woman walked up to a church and fell to her knees, because the previous day she had just lost a child to Cancer. His name was Laurence; without his presence in her life she needed a hand to lift her up. That hand was God’s. (republished after creating my account)
She looked at the message. Just a glance. And it was gone. Done with. The text, that long angry thing, ending with just a few words. And those few words, they were the ones that made her alone. They forced the tears out of her eyes and they forced her lips shut when he walked by. They forced the relationship to a close, those single things that were sent and received over a machine.
I received a letter in the mail. It was written from someone I know very well and sent from my favorite city. It encouraged me not to give up on myself but to follow my path and trust that the future can be good. I read that letter and wept. I wrote that letter and wept.
Summer
i received a pillow from my father on my birthday. although i knew it was what my sister wanted for her birthday which was only a few days later, i graciously accepted the gift. I now do not know what to write about. I enjoy quick writing though. Makes for great insight on quick topics.
Leese Horne
One day a breathtaking woman walked up to a church and fell to her knees, the previous day she had just lost a child. His name was Laurence and without his presence in her life she needed a hand to lift her up. That hand was God’s.
kimbrey Thole
today, I recieved the honor of having dinner with a friend. I realized that she and I had an unspoken bond that didn’t need the attention most friendships may require but that everything that wasn’t said between us was actually okay. And that we were a lot better friends than words could convey.
Savannah
Sometimes, all we want is to received love. After all, isn’t that what life is worth living for? I’d like to wake up every day knowing that my love is reciprocal and that while I take the time to give—he will take the time to receive. And vice versa.
I received. I gave and I received.
Somehow, I didn’t receive what I gave.
I gave everything positive.
I received everything negative.
Maybe I did get what I gave.
Everything.
But not the everything I believe I deserve.
when you were born you were “Received”
your mother reached for you , and wanted you.
i hope you appreciate that from her and respect her all your days.
I received a letter today. The terrible kind. The kind that makes you want to curl up into a ball, tearing out your hair while the tears pour down your face. The type of letter that you can never go back from reading, the kind that keeps you up at night. The kind of letter that haunts you.
jorydoll
i received the letter of a Friday. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did i know it was on its way but when it dropped through the letterbox on that sunny Friday morning my heart dropped with it. I knew that this letter could only hold bad news. News I wasn’t ready to hear but a letter must be opened…Mustn’t it?
I held my breath and picked up the letter. The envelope was rich in texture and had the feel of luxuryt andexpense about it. I realised the irony as I held it. Such a luxurious exterior containing what could only be a horrible interior, bad news. No one wants to hear bad news
Jessie
receive this love. don’t thank me, don’t reciprocate, just receive it. I want to see you stand there and take it like a man. fearlessly. humbly. simply. just receive this love. take my love, acknowledge it, and let it flow into the parts of you worn down by time and frozen solid by hurt.
Have you received it yet? I sent it a long time ago, ages and ages. Really an eon ago, just past a thousand years, through all that history and time, so many emotions and thoughts, wars and loving. a
Jennifer Lemming
Something out of a dream, probably influenced by the idyllic families and suburbs of 1950s television. The box was pink, the bow was red. I’ll never know the contents of the box I received–some symbolic gift that promised a gift of obligation and devoid of thought.
I have received this word before , but because I was impatient and I clicked the submit button twice, I was sent to a screen of white, a screen that erased my story about a letter I had received from a lover. But now I’m back and have less than
Kevin P
Received the letter I received. In her script like caligrophy. I kissed the parchment, and ran up to my room with my letter held tight but dearly, as not to crumple it. I tore it open and read about our time apart, and felt that I’d let her keep my heart, even if from a distance.
Kevin P
i received your love like a tidal wave. Powerful, strong, and washed over me like no one else could.
I received the skull in the mail the day before Christmas. I live alone, and my family is dead, and I have no friends; I was surprised about the big box in the mail, but thought that maybe it was medicine from my health provider for my diabetes, and left it on the table to be opened later. I had a nice, quiet lunch, and watched some cartoons while filling out paperwork for the office. When I was finished, I turned my attention to the package. The skull was black, and with my limited layman’s knowledge of geology, looked at least a hundred years old. There was a handwritten note on yellow parchment poking out of the skull’s eye. After I had finished examining the thing dispassionately, I picked up the paper and read it: “There’s more where this came from.”
I’ve never been able to spell received correctly on my own. Every time I type it they always show me that red squiggly line that says I’m doing it wrong. The I before E except after C rule must have been completely lost on me. Maybe I didn’t come to school when they taught that one. Perhaps I never received a proper lesson on how to spell it.
Aja
She received his gift with open hands, relieved, almost, that she had finally been given some attention. It had seemed to her lately that he had despised her, or not actually cared about her. A little smug look passed over her face in the car that day – she was important to someone. She was important to him. She wasn’t just some invisible little girl, counted out by everyone. There was something in her that was special. Something unique, and she just needed to find it.
I have been. And I am blessed to have the people around me that I do. This life has recived me in a way I am forever grateful for…even if i dont always act or feel like it.
Passively, he received the gift. But was it an active assent, to be granted the privilege? Or was he unable to comprehend that which he was given; was the possessing of the thing required to understand it? Was it such that he received a blank package, or thought it was another thing entirely? A gift which, until touched, until he placed his oily, wrinkled, disgusting hand upon it’s purity, was without form, for him who received and also the giver.
A date. A time. A deadline. No it can’t be over. No.
i’ve gotten a lot from my mother. anxiety, good looks, enjoyment of cooking.
but the best present I’ve received? my empathy.
It’s important to identify with people. feel their pain. their love. their hate.
to understand.
it helps you become a better person.
thanks mom, for helping me become a better person.
I have received
Warmth
That I do not deserve.
These coals in my chest
Save me
From
The bitterness of self
But I scorn them
And wish that they would burn
Brighter.
not so much a present as a gift
Recieved with no note, no signature
Take in hand and place it in your pocket
Take it out to remind you of me
One day a breathtaking woman walked up to a church and fell to her knees, because the previous day she had just lost a child to Cancer. His name was Laurence; without his presence in her life she needed a hand to lift her up. That hand was God’s. (republished after creating my account)
Something given from one to another such as receiving a present or telephone call. It is better to give than to receive apparently.
She looked at the message. Just a glance. And it was gone. Done with. The text, that long angry thing, ending with just a few words. And those few words, they were the ones that made her alone. They forced the tears out of her eyes and they forced her lips shut when he walked by. They forced the relationship to a close, those single things that were sent and received over a machine.
I received a letter in the mail. It was written from someone I know very well and sent from my favorite city. It encouraged me not to give up on myself but to follow my path and trust that the future can be good. I read that letter and wept. I wrote that letter and wept.
i received a pillow from my father on my birthday. although i knew it was what my sister wanted for her birthday which was only a few days later, i graciously accepted the gift. I now do not know what to write about. I enjoy quick writing though. Makes for great insight on quick topics.
One day a breathtaking woman walked up to a church and fell to her knees, the previous day she had just lost a child. His name was Laurence and without his presence in her life she needed a hand to lift her up. That hand was God’s.
today, I recieved the honor of having dinner with a friend. I realized that she and I had an unspoken bond that didn’t need the attention most friendships may require but that everything that wasn’t said between us was actually okay. And that we were a lot better friends than words could convey.
Sometimes, all we want is to received love. After all, isn’t that what life is worth living for? I’d like to wake up every day knowing that my love is reciprocal and that while I take the time to give—he will take the time to receive. And vice versa.
I received. I gave and I received.
Somehow, I didn’t receive what I gave.
I gave everything positive.
I received everything negative.
Maybe I did get what I gave.
Everything.
But not the everything I believe I deserve.
when you were born you were “Received”
your mother reached for you , and wanted you.
i hope you appreciate that from her and respect her all your days.
I received a letter today. The terrible kind. The kind that makes you want to curl up into a ball, tearing out your hair while the tears pour down your face. The type of letter that you can never go back from reading, the kind that keeps you up at night. The kind of letter that haunts you.
i received the letter of a Friday. I wasn’t ready for it, nor did i know it was on its way but when it dropped through the letterbox on that sunny Friday morning my heart dropped with it. I knew that this letter could only hold bad news. News I wasn’t ready to hear but a letter must be opened…Mustn’t it?
I held my breath and picked up the letter. The envelope was rich in texture and had the feel of luxuryt andexpense about it. I realised the irony as I held it. Such a luxurious exterior containing what could only be a horrible interior, bad news. No one wants to hear bad news
receive this love. don’t thank me, don’t reciprocate, just receive it. I want to see you stand there and take it like a man. fearlessly. humbly. simply. just receive this love. take my love, acknowledge it, and let it flow into the parts of you worn down by time and frozen solid by hurt.
i received a lot of mail today
“Was it well-received?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I’m glad.”
She pours him another glass of Kahlua. The ice exhales against the glass. White Russian ahoy.
“Your family’s so supportive,” she muses as he drinks. “I wish mine was.”
“Hey, we’ll stick this out together, okay?”
“Okay.”
“I’m serious. We’ll stick this out.”
“Okay,” she says. “I believe you.”
i have been received by the simplest of loves. i before e except after c when i is me and e is enough and c is completely intolerable.
whaddya mean this doesn’t make sense!
I received many gifts from my family and friend on Christmas and my birthday. And they all received my thank you to them.
In the mail I have received a reminder that I have an appointment next week and same with my dad.
when I was in the philipines I received a fliing monkey to the face.
he received the Noble Peace prize
she recived her ticket
I received a dollar from Skyler.
I received a present for my birthday. It was a hundred dollar bill. I spent it on McDonald’s.
dale received a punch to the face from me the awesome tanner if ur reading this and like ur awesome
i received a puppy today
she received a kitten
I received a call from my moms,brothers,sisters daughters,cousins,aunts,uncle inviting me to a party.
Have you received it yet? I sent it a long time ago, ages and ages. Really an eon ago, just past a thousand years, through all that history and time, so many emotions and thoughts, wars and loving. a
Something out of a dream, probably influenced by the idyllic families and suburbs of 1950s television. The box was pink, the bow was red. I’ll never know the contents of the box I received–some symbolic gift that promised a gift of obligation and devoid of thought.
Today I received my last pay check from the job i hate. I have no idea what to write. I like frogs. They are weird.
I have received this word before , but because I was impatient and I clicked the submit button twice, I was sent to a screen of white, a screen that erased my story about a letter I had received from a lover. But now I’m back and have less than
Received the letter I received. In her script like caligrophy. I kissed the parchment, and ran up to my room with my letter held tight but dearly, as not to crumple it. I tore it open and read about our time apart, and felt that I’d let her keep my heart, even if from a distance.
i received your love like a tidal wave. Powerful, strong, and washed over me like no one else could.
I received the skull in the mail the day before Christmas. I live alone, and my family is dead, and I have no friends; I was surprised about the big box in the mail, but thought that maybe it was medicine from my health provider for my diabetes, and left it on the table to be opened later. I had a nice, quiet lunch, and watched some cartoons while filling out paperwork for the office. When I was finished, I turned my attention to the package. The skull was black, and with my limited layman’s knowledge of geology, looked at least a hundred years old. There was a handwritten note on yellow parchment poking out of the skull’s eye. After I had finished examining the thing dispassionately, I picked up the paper and read it: “There’s more where this came from.”
I’ve never been able to spell received correctly on my own. Every time I type it they always show me that red squiggly line that says I’m doing it wrong. The I before E except after C rule must have been completely lost on me. Maybe I didn’t come to school when they taught that one. Perhaps I never received a proper lesson on how to spell it.
She received his gift with open hands, relieved, almost, that she had finally been given some attention. It had seemed to her lately that he had despised her, or not actually cared about her. A little smug look passed over her face in the car that day – she was important to someone. She was important to him. She wasn’t just some invisible little girl, counted out by everyone. There was something in her that was special. Something unique, and she just needed to find it.
I have been. And I am blessed to have the people around me that I do. This life has recived me in a way I am forever grateful for…even if i dont always act or feel like it.