No matter how awful she treated him, he knew that she cared for him. The love that held them together was not compatibility or shared interests… It was the love of a sibling. Relatives are the ones who will stand by you through thick and thin, and even though she was changing and hurting him in the process, he knew she would always be there for him. And he would always be there for her.
The thing you dread most but can’t wait to see. My family is a mess of emotions and the long distances make the emotions okay to be without. I hope one day all my relatives come to realize that they are a piece of me and likewise.
Amy Rossi
relatives. family but not family. what would they think. what would they do. i’d bring down the family name. they’d be ashamed to talk mention me. black sheep black sheep black sheep. i’m sorry mom and dad. really, i am.
relatives are very strange sometimes. I had this relative once, she was a belly dancer. She was like uber pale though, so it was a strange sight. Everyone thought she was adopted. Turned out that she wasn’t even anyone’s real kid, she just liked coming to our reunions for some reason.
crazy nights.
laughter.
mom drunk off her ass.
grandma saying things she should not.
holidays.
smoking.
dog fights.
arguments over marriage.
week long visits that feel like years.
happiness.
Maddie
Who are they? My aunts and uncles or my co-workers and colleagues? My partners in crime or my life partner? Which is more relevant, after all?
she quickly fastened her seatbelt as they drove down the road. a police oficer followed close behind, so she didnt want to get a fine. She was on the way to aunt Gloria’s house where the family party was already in full swing.
Katie
I do shudder when I think of them. Is there a group more painful than one’s own relatives? Why is it that society dictates we must visit them for thanksgiving and then again for Christmas? Isn’t it enough that I send them birthday cards?
They live with me, the share things with me. Some are annoying, some are quiet. Some are successful, others are not.
They teach you things that you thought you knew about your own family. Secret pasts, life lessons: the things your mother never told you about.
Nicole
the missles were relatives of each other.each carried the same code.the same propulsion systems.superior man quickly grabbed hold of one and aimed it at it’s brother:boom!the third had to be dealt with before it totally opened up the underground fault line.query:why would one human risk millions of his own kind for the life of only one?
My relatives aren’t picking up their phone right now. My birthday was two weeks ago and I haven’t been able to summon the “sweet grandson” within me to drop them a thank-you for the cash until now.
He hated his relatives. Well, not all of them but the older one’s for sure. They were so judgmental. They looked down on him, he was sure. He didn’t know why he let them get under his skin but they did. They had the ability to make him feel like a failure.
My relatives aren’t picking up their phone right now. My birthday was 2 weeks ago and I haven’t managed to summon the sweet-grandson within me to call them until now; and they’re not home.
Ryan
I went and saw my relatives the other day. I try to ignore the way old people smell, and how my uncle looks like a pedophile and how my cousin stares at my chest just a little too much for comfort. Yeah it was an average day I guess
Renee
hey, i already had this word, is it the same word everyday? what if i want to play some more, wonder who’s typed the most, not really who, but, what is the most that anyone has typed in one minute, sixty seconds, and how long will it let me go after my one minute, it’s still letting me type………………..
laurie b.
I love them. No matter what.
But then again, I love everything.
In a sense.
They’re my relatives, yet we can’t relate.
are kind of funny to me, they know how to work your nerves, i don/t like this one sister in law that i have, al djflakj fkjd fher name is may, she’s mean, mean may, oh my dog is doing something…just a minute,s, so.
laurie b.
i do like my relatives ,becuase they are part of me ,now and what was.They are part of what will be and what never has been.relatives are relatively part of all.
Christiane Tolman
family friends holidays food kitchen table cinema picnic forest home house coziness heat warmth blankets quilts pillows pillow fights
Capri
family
friends
brother
sister
love
share
dinner
conversation
time
family-tree
comfort
home
tension
gloria
Relatives are funky relatives are cool, relatives are crazy. What more could you ask for from relatives? Think about your relatives!
Baiey
Trying to find the answer to our dismay
Can’t pin-point reasons why I should’ve stayed
I guess the relatives speak more than the emotions
We once thought to have felt.
Sometimes I hate my relatives. They seem to go out of their way to upset me. I really don’t know why as I haven’t done anything to hurt them. They must be missing something in their lives, like a life.
Cas Warner
Relatives, Relatives, Relatives, well i have a lot of them and im not going to name then all now but i have quiet a few… Today i got an assignment in class to make a family tree in Spanish.. so relatives here i come, im about to dig deep into my ancestors!
Only the world hands these to you. You cannot control them. Funny, you love them, you hate them. Sometimes you dream of murdering them. Sometimes you think that squeezing their necks until their face turns blue might do you some good. And then you think of that face, the feel of their skin beneath your grip. And you release. You breathe and love.
D.S. Hudson
family, bother, sister, aunt uncle. relations
friends are the family you choose for yourself. Mother, father, grandparents. rentals
Kelly Newton
I despise them. They come and violate the sanctity of my home, invading like a swarm of overly cheerful locusts. Look at them; fat and blubbering, mindless cattle. Leave. Now.
Will
i wish you would come home. i miss you. i forget what it was like to live without you. you’re my little brother; i’m responsible for you. i feel like it’s my fault you left. it’s my fault mom is so sad. i don’t understand why dad would do this to us, why he would take you away. i don’t understand why you believe him.
Alexis
relatives are … well, what can I see. they can be the most wonderful things in your life or the most painful. thinking that God puts them in our lives on purpose I have to wonder sometimes. What would we be without our relatives?
T
relatives are like a sickness and a blessing all in one one mintue you love them and always want them around and apart of your life and the next mintue your count down the seconds until they can get the fuck away from you but then you stop and think hate them or like them there still your family and cant nobody talk shit about them but you…and another family member of course!!! <3
Arthur buried his face in his hands. leave it to his win sister to dump all of the family secrets. However, a strong arm wrapped around him and he looked up to face Eames who was still listening to Noventa. However, he wasn’t running in the opposite direction and he didn’t look mortified, so Arthur smiled weakly, glad he had introduced his boyfriend to his family.
My grandma is crazy. I love her. She watched the Omen at Christmas because she was sick of all the sappy movies on tv. What a lady. I wish she wasn’t sick.
Shay
It was another party with relatives. I smoothed my blond hair back and walked out into the dining room with my heels clacking on the hard floor all the way. Dying on the inside, I greeted my sisters, knowing they looked better than I did, and when I forgot to smile at my grandmother, my mother shot me a chastising look. At twenty-four years old and living in my own home, I still would never be free of her.
my relatives are hard to understand. they are difficult and dont make sense.they have mant problems and dont get alone. but i know i wouldnt want to live without them. relatives. making the world a better place just by existence.
Rachael
Ugh. Family. Seriously? They never have anything interesting or, you know, new, to bring up, but we always have to talk to them like they’re the most amazing people ever, and as if they have the most wonderful lives. Just because they’re family.
Well I hate relatives.
Or, more importantly, I hate family gatherings.
I can’t help it. My cousins always rub in my face about their amazing husbands, and my sisters always beg me afterwards to tell me everything I can remember about them, not that there’s anything new to tell them.
what awkward obstructions of social patterns
why must we be blocked into this nuclear bond?
it constructs blocks from forth we grow
and severs the water from which we flow.
No matter how awful she treated him, he knew that she cared for him. The love that held them together was not compatibility or shared interests… It was the love of a sibling. Relatives are the ones who will stand by you through thick and thin, and even though she was changing and hurting him in the process, he knew she would always be there for him. And he would always be there for her.
o_o
The thing you dread most but can’t wait to see. My family is a mess of emotions and the long distances make the emotions okay to be without. I hope one day all my relatives come to realize that they are a piece of me and likewise.
relatives. family but not family. what would they think. what would they do. i’d bring down the family name. they’d be ashamed to talk mention me. black sheep black sheep black sheep. i’m sorry mom and dad. really, i am.
relatives are very strange sometimes. I had this relative once, she was a belly dancer. She was like uber pale though, so it was a strange sight. Everyone thought she was adopted. Turned out that she wasn’t even anyone’s real kid, she just liked coming to our reunions for some reason.
crazy nights.
laughter.
mom drunk off her ass.
grandma saying things she should not.
holidays.
smoking.
dog fights.
arguments over marriage.
week long visits that feel like years.
happiness.
Who are they? My aunts and uncles or my co-workers and colleagues? My partners in crime or my life partner? Which is more relevant, after all?
she quickly fastened her seatbelt as they drove down the road. a police oficer followed close behind, so she didnt want to get a fine. She was on the way to aunt Gloria’s house where the family party was already in full swing.
I do shudder when I think of them. Is there a group more painful than one’s own relatives? Why is it that society dictates we must visit them for thanksgiving and then again for Christmas? Isn’t it enough that I send them birthday cards?
They live with me, the share things with me. Some are annoying, some are quiet. Some are successful, others are not.
They teach you things that you thought you knew about your own family. Secret pasts, life lessons: the things your mother never told you about.
the missles were relatives of each other.each carried the same code.the same propulsion systems.superior man quickly grabbed hold of one and aimed it at it’s brother:boom!the third had to be dealt with before it totally opened up the underground fault line.query:why would one human risk millions of his own kind for the life of only one?
my loves, my relatives, my life; they all mean little when they can’t hear my strife.
My relatives aren’t picking up their phone right now. My birthday was two weeks ago and I haven’t been able to summon the “sweet grandson” within me to drop them a thank-you for the cash until now.
He hated his relatives. Well, not all of them but the older one’s for sure. They were so judgmental. They looked down on him, he was sure. He didn’t know why he let them get under his skin but they did. They had the ability to make him feel like a failure.
My relatives aren’t picking up their phone right now. My birthday was 2 weeks ago and I haven’t managed to summon the sweet-grandson within me to call them until now; and they’re not home.
I went and saw my relatives the other day. I try to ignore the way old people smell, and how my uncle looks like a pedophile and how my cousin stares at my chest just a little too much for comfort. Yeah it was an average day I guess
hey, i already had this word, is it the same word everyday? what if i want to play some more, wonder who’s typed the most, not really who, but, what is the most that anyone has typed in one minute, sixty seconds, and how long will it let me go after my one minute, it’s still letting me type………………..
I love them. No matter what.
But then again, I love everything.
In a sense.
They’re my relatives, yet we can’t relate.
are kind of funny to me, they know how to work your nerves, i don/t like this one sister in law that i have, al djflakj fkjd fher name is may, she’s mean, mean may, oh my dog is doing something…just a minute,s, so.
i do like my relatives ,becuase they are part of me ,now and what was.They are part of what will be and what never has been.relatives are relatively part of all.
family friends holidays food kitchen table cinema picnic forest home house coziness heat warmth blankets quilts pillows pillow fights
family
friends
brother
sister
love
share
dinner
conversation
time
family-tree
comfort
home
tension
Relatives are funky relatives are cool, relatives are crazy. What more could you ask for from relatives? Think about your relatives!
Trying to find the answer to our dismay
Can’t pin-point reasons why I should’ve stayed
I guess the relatives speak more than the emotions
We once thought to have felt.
Sometimes I hate my relatives. They seem to go out of their way to upset me. I really don’t know why as I haven’t done anything to hurt them. They must be missing something in their lives, like a life.
Relatives, Relatives, Relatives, well i have a lot of them and im not going to name then all now but i have quiet a few… Today i got an assignment in class to make a family tree in Spanish.. so relatives here i come, im about to dig deep into my ancestors!
Relatives are relatively crazy.
With turkey, ham, and beef. Mashed potatos and potato salad.
Goo in the teeth.
And alcohol breath.
There is relative hesitation.
i thought about you on a relative scale
and no this is not a love poem
because i don’t love you that way,
i’d never shove my dick in you.
you are too beautiful,
mother earth
father sky
grandfather time.
Only the world hands these to you. You cannot control them. Funny, you love them, you hate them. Sometimes you dream of murdering them. Sometimes you think that squeezing their necks until their face turns blue might do you some good. And then you think of that face, the feel of their skin beneath your grip. And you release. You breathe and love.
family, bother, sister, aunt uncle. relations
friends are the family you choose for yourself. Mother, father, grandparents. rentals
I despise them. They come and violate the sanctity of my home, invading like a swarm of overly cheerful locusts. Look at them; fat and blubbering, mindless cattle. Leave. Now.
i wish you would come home. i miss you. i forget what it was like to live without you. you’re my little brother; i’m responsible for you. i feel like it’s my fault you left. it’s my fault mom is so sad. i don’t understand why dad would do this to us, why he would take you away. i don’t understand why you believe him.
relatives are … well, what can I see. they can be the most wonderful things in your life or the most painful. thinking that God puts them in our lives on purpose I have to wonder sometimes. What would we be without our relatives?
relatives are like a sickness and a blessing all in one one mintue you love them and always want them around and apart of your life and the next mintue your count down the seconds until they can get the fuck away from you but then you stop and think hate them or like them there still your family and cant nobody talk shit about them but you…and another family member of course!!! <3
Arthur buried his face in his hands. leave it to his win sister to dump all of the family secrets. However, a strong arm wrapped around him and he looked up to face Eames who was still listening to Noventa. However, he wasn’t running in the opposite direction and he didn’t look mortified, so Arthur smiled weakly, glad he had introduced his boyfriend to his family.
My grandma is crazy. I love her. She watched the Omen at Christmas because she was sick of all the sappy movies on tv. What a lady. I wish she wasn’t sick.
It was another party with relatives. I smoothed my blond hair back and walked out into the dining room with my heels clacking on the hard floor all the way. Dying on the inside, I greeted my sisters, knowing they looked better than I did, and when I forgot to smile at my grandmother, my mother shot me a chastising look. At twenty-four years old and living in my own home, I still would never be free of her.
my relatives are hard to understand. they are difficult and dont make sense.they have mant problems and dont get alone. but i know i wouldnt want to live without them. relatives. making the world a better place just by existence.
Ugh. Family. Seriously? They never have anything interesting or, you know, new, to bring up, but we always have to talk to them like they’re the most amazing people ever, and as if they have the most wonderful lives. Just because they’re family.
Well I hate relatives.
Or, more importantly, I hate family gatherings.
I can’t help it. My cousins always rub in my face about their amazing husbands, and my sisters always beg me afterwards to tell me everything I can remember about them, not that there’s anything new to tell them.