I am not satisfied with who I am. I don’t think I’ll ever be. It’s just what 15 years of football(soccer) has done to be. There is always something more to achieve for. There is always room to improve, the next tournament to win, the next player title to achieve.
I will never be satisfied with who I am, but is that a problem?
PFT.
I still hate him.
After all these long, long years.
I’ve still never have been satisfied.
No matter what he did, what he said, what he gave me, I never forgave him.
Till now. I mean, you can’t hold grudges against a dead person, can you?
That would just be sad.
satisfy the thing inside you.
the thing that’s gaping in your core, your belly.
the thing that cries more more more but is never satisfied with its current life.
satisfy your life
your dreams
your ambitions
go and do.
I wish I could be. Lovers can never do it. All the kissing and thrusting. What is sex, anyways? What is GOOD sex? Is it about being satisfied or that whole “emotional connection?” I don’t think its about either.
Andrea Tyrell
With the onslaught of frost
the darkening of afternoon skies
With your sharp icy tongue
and my reluctance to retreat
How can one hope to meet the need?
How can one pray for love that connects the dots,
that holds the hearts is rips from their cages-
That will satisfy the hunger within?
The only thing that would satisfy my soul right now is money. Money, money, money. Gotta have it, I need it, so I can build a house on 2 acres of land.
what are you going to do to satisfy me? are you going to give me my life’s ambition, my love back, my whole purpose of life ? are you going to look at me that way you always do and give me hope and satisfaction again? I doubt it. I think you’ll just give me emptiness, sadness, and death like you have before. Nothingness fills me when I venture into your eyes. So dark and black they are I’m led to believe that you are the embodiment of death here to take me away. You won’t take me away. I won’t let you.
Adizzle
i will get what i need i will look onto the past seed and see where i go till i receive no greed just a perspective of the questions fuck a why it is what it is if you are or aren’t satisfied.
Raul Salas
mosquito
A lady buzzes
She lingers, hovers and lands
Ah! Blood of an angel.
Satisfy means popsicles with my best friend Savannah on a hot summer day in the early 2000s. Satisfy means a cat purring over affection from an owner. Satisfaction means receiving love from those around you.
I am not very satisfied with this life. I wish I could get on with everything that’s going right and forget about the things that have gone wrong. I don’t want to live in the past, but I can’t seem to stop doing it. I wish I could just move on.
Rachel LeeAnn
cookie, cookie, cookie, meany cookie, come here and satisfy my desire of pleasure. Let ignorance win, let bad toughs come over us, just let me eat that delicious cookie of yours.
catarina
Can one part of my heart ever be satisfied? Sure one can keep me company for a night and hug me in the morning but once he is gone i am empty again. she can make me laugh and be a companion, but when the night rolls in i am left alone and the boy that once was once was mine is gone away. I am unsatisfied.
I have to satisfy my curiosity of living and fly high above the ugly buildings of society. But not to know everything is a essencial peace of the human being sanity.
catarina
Popsicles. those are a satisfactory summer treat. Savannah and I used to eat them all the time over the summer when I was at her house. that and a ridiculous amount of gogurt. And mariokart… good childhood memories with a best friend.
Wendy
What does it mean to satisfy? Will we ever know? In today’s world, people are getting farther and farther away from satisfaction. They want more, stronger, faster, harder… it never ends. How will you find a way to be satisfied and stay satisfied? Ask Buddha. Good luck
Lindsey
i am only satisfied, never. only when something that will never happen happens. Only when nothingness is something.
I cannot say with confidence that I am satisfied with my life; luckily for me, I can’t say that anyone else is either. But, then, if nobody is satisfied, what’s the point? Why bother trying to satisfy people who can’t be satisfied? Sometimes it’s best not to wonder about these things.
Natasha
“I can’t satisfy your needs the way you need me to,” she’d murmered, her head hung low.
“And how exactly do I need to be satisfied?” she replied back, her smoldering green eyes boring through the girl she called her best friend.
Tralia Barton
I was satisfied by the lovely coolness of the air. It wasn’t hot, it was not cold either. Just a content in-between place that I craved so dearly. I couldn’t fathom why I noticed the air that day, although several years later I’d soon realise that what I felt that day I would never feel again.
Vikki
The feeling pushes up through your chest and out your throat, sending your energy elsewhere to be caught by others. It warms you up, spreads from your fingertips to the ground underneath your feet. It’s overwhelming energy, fully replenishing itself over and over. Always keeping you happy. You’re satisfied. Until something goes wrong. Then suddenly the perfectness is gone, and all you can concentrate on is the one flaw. The one thing that sets your life out of orbit. So you work, work ever so hard, for the sense of satisfaction, that cozy feeling, to fill you again.
the binds I wear
the ones that are supposed to satisfy me
if they do not satisfy others then what is the point?
(I still don’t know how to talk about this)
if I give up and remove them
then there are no expectations to try and meet
no ‘sirs’
but
I will never be satisfied
How to satisfy her? To offer up the world like an advent calendar, a succession of options for her choosing. An array of sensual pleasures. The overwhelming scent of flowers, pollen-heavy, when you press your face into them. The yellowed pages of books pinched gingerly between the fingers. Sauce thickening on the stove, a wooden spoon making its spiral mark.
i am here to satsify you and this is how you treat me! i yelled as loud as i could. i am done being a servant to that selfish queen. i work as hard and long as i can. i do everything i can do to be at least please you. this is not how you should repay me. why? why does this happen to me?
They tried. They really did try to satisfy my needs. But they didn’t know my needs. They fed me lab blood from those plastic bags. But that blood was old, stale. I needed fresh blood to fuel my existence. There is no was to satisfy a vampire without any death.
NOTHING WILL EVER SATISFY YOUR CRAVING. can she? or can she not?
Stephanie
It didn’t take much to satisfy him, she knew that. If all she had to do was show up, you bet that’s all she did. He never seemed to mind either way, as long as he was satisfied.
it isn’t easy to be satisfied w/ life. Meaningless at almost all times but the silver lining is that we all dilute ourselves in the same way.
Pedro
I think this word is the reason I am angry with myself and ultimately everyone else. I cannot achieve anything that satisfies me. Satisfy is a verb – a really difficult word to deal with. I satisfy you, myself, other people …. but there are always constraints (restraints) on its use. The Rolling Stones sang “I can’t get no satisfaction”, but what they were really saying was “You can’t satisfy me”.
There was a time when they would dress as women and the men would dress as spinal illuminated horoscopic whores. Through this I learned the true nature of our roots. Her smile was lovely. it was all I needed when It was storming. When their heels were making sounds.
G.Sommer
His hand brushed against hers as she handed him the files. She deliberately met his eyes and let the corner of her mouth twitch up for a brief (such a brief) second. He smirked, turned, and made his way back to his desk. His mind was overtaken by a series of memories, of his hand gripping hers, of decided stares that lingered and played.
“Why are you here?” Kye demands, executing a vertical slice.
“I thought out could use some help,” I say through clenched teeth, thrusting my short blade into my opponents right arm. When he falls, I turn my attention to the next two opponents.
“Thank you, Tris,” he cries over the deafening scream of war.
He seems satisfied with my answer. If only he knew… I shake off the guilt, pulling an arrow from my quiver, sending it flying through the air. If my plan works, he never will know.
“Why are you here?” Kye demanded, executing a vertical slice.
“I thought out could use some help,” I said through clenched teeth, thrusting my short blade into my opponents right arm. When he falls, I turn my attention to the next two opponents.
“Thank you, Tris,” he cries over the deafening scream of war.
He seemed satisfied with my answer. If only he knew… I shake off the guilt, pulling an arrow from my quiver, sending it flying through the air. If my plan works, he never will know.
I am not satisfied with who I am. I don’t think I’ll ever be. It’s just what 15 years of football(soccer) has done to be. There is always something more to achieve for. There is always room to improve, the next tournament to win, the next player title to achieve.
I will never be satisfied with who I am, but is that a problem?
PFT.
I still hate him.
After all these long, long years.
I’ve still never have been satisfied.
No matter what he did, what he said, what he gave me, I never forgave him.
Till now. I mean, you can’t hold grudges against a dead person, can you?
That would just be sad.
Ty was insatiable. No amount of booze, sex, drugs, or violence could satisfy his thirst for chaos and oblivion.
satisfy the thing inside you.
the thing that’s gaping in your core, your belly.
the thing that cries more more more but is never satisfied with its current life.
satisfy your life
your dreams
your ambitions
go and do.
I wish I could be. Lovers can never do it. All the kissing and thrusting. What is sex, anyways? What is GOOD sex? Is it about being satisfied or that whole “emotional connection?” I don’t think its about either.
With the onslaught of frost
the darkening of afternoon skies
With your sharp icy tongue
and my reluctance to retreat
How can one hope to meet the need?
How can one pray for love that connects the dots,
that holds the hearts is rips from their cages-
That will satisfy the hunger within?
The only thing that would satisfy my soul right now is money. Money, money, money. Gotta have it, I need it, so I can build a house on 2 acres of land.
what are you going to do to satisfy me? are you going to give me my life’s ambition, my love back, my whole purpose of life ? are you going to look at me that way you always do and give me hope and satisfaction again? I doubt it. I think you’ll just give me emptiness, sadness, and death like you have before. Nothingness fills me when I venture into your eyes. So dark and black they are I’m led to believe that you are the embodiment of death here to take me away. You won’t take me away. I won’t let you.
i will get what i need i will look onto the past seed and see where i go till i receive no greed just a perspective of the questions fuck a why it is what it is if you are or aren’t satisfied.
mosquito
A lady buzzes
She lingers, hovers and lands
Ah! Blood of an angel.
Satisfy means popsicles with my best friend Savannah on a hot summer day in the early 2000s. Satisfy means a cat purring over affection from an owner. Satisfaction means receiving love from those around you.
I am not very satisfied with this life. I wish I could get on with everything that’s going right and forget about the things that have gone wrong. I don’t want to live in the past, but I can’t seem to stop doing it. I wish I could just move on.
cookie, cookie, cookie, meany cookie, come here and satisfy my desire of pleasure. Let ignorance win, let bad toughs come over us, just let me eat that delicious cookie of yours.
Can one part of my heart ever be satisfied? Sure one can keep me company for a night and hug me in the morning but once he is gone i am empty again. she can make me laugh and be a companion, but when the night rolls in i am left alone and the boy that once was once was mine is gone away. I am unsatisfied.
I have to satisfy my curiosity of living and fly high above the ugly buildings of society. But not to know everything is a essencial peace of the human being sanity.
Popsicles. those are a satisfactory summer treat. Savannah and I used to eat them all the time over the summer when I was at her house. that and a ridiculous amount of gogurt. And mariokart… good childhood memories with a best friend.
What does it mean to satisfy? Will we ever know? In today’s world, people are getting farther and farther away from satisfaction. They want more, stronger, faster, harder… it never ends. How will you find a way to be satisfied and stay satisfied? Ask Buddha. Good luck
i am only satisfied, never. only when something that will never happen happens. Only when nothingness is something.
I, the most satisfying man on earth, refuse to get drunk on myself.
I cannot say with confidence that I am satisfied with my life; luckily for me, I can’t say that anyone else is either. But, then, if nobody is satisfied, what’s the point? Why bother trying to satisfy people who can’t be satisfied? Sometimes it’s best not to wonder about these things.
“I can’t satisfy your needs the way you need me to,” she’d murmered, her head hung low.
“And how exactly do I need to be satisfied?” she replied back, her smoldering green eyes boring through the girl she called her best friend.
I was satisfied by the lovely coolness of the air. It wasn’t hot, it was not cold either. Just a content in-between place that I craved so dearly. I couldn’t fathom why I noticed the air that day, although several years later I’d soon realise that what I felt that day I would never feel again.
The feeling pushes up through your chest and out your throat, sending your energy elsewhere to be caught by others. It warms you up, spreads from your fingertips to the ground underneath your feet. It’s overwhelming energy, fully replenishing itself over and over. Always keeping you happy. You’re satisfied. Until something goes wrong. Then suddenly the perfectness is gone, and all you can concentrate on is the one flaw. The one thing that sets your life out of orbit. So you work, work ever so hard, for the sense of satisfaction, that cozy feeling, to fill you again.
the binds I wear
the ones that are supposed to satisfy me
if they do not satisfy others then what is the point?
(I still don’t know how to talk about this)
if I give up and remove them
then there are no expectations to try and meet
no ‘sirs’
but
I will never be satisfied
…
How to satisfy her? To offer up the world like an advent calendar, a succession of options for her choosing. An array of sensual pleasures. The overwhelming scent of flowers, pollen-heavy, when you press your face into them. The yellowed pages of books pinched gingerly between the fingers. Sauce thickening on the stove, a wooden spoon making its spiral mark.
i am here to satsify you and this is how you treat me! i yelled as loud as i could. i am done being a servant to that selfish queen. i work as hard and long as i can. i do everything i can do to be at least please you. this is not how you should repay me. why? why does this happen to me?
They tried. They really did try to satisfy my needs. But they didn’t know my needs. They fed me lab blood from those plastic bags. But that blood was old, stale. I needed fresh blood to fuel my existence. There is no was to satisfy a vampire without any death.
NOTHING WILL EVER SATISFY YOUR CRAVING. can she? or can she not?
It didn’t take much to satisfy him, she knew that. If all she had to do was show up, you bet that’s all she did. He never seemed to mind either way, as long as he was satisfied.
it isn’t easy to be satisfied w/ life. Meaningless at almost all times but the silver lining is that we all dilute ourselves in the same way.
I think this word is the reason I am angry with myself and ultimately everyone else. I cannot achieve anything that satisfies me. Satisfy is a verb – a really difficult word to deal with. I satisfy you, myself, other people …. but there are always constraints (restraints) on its use. The Rolling Stones sang “I can’t get no satisfaction”, but what they were really saying was “You can’t satisfy me”.
There was a time when they would dress as women and the men would dress as spinal illuminated horoscopic whores. Through this I learned the true nature of our roots. Her smile was lovely. it was all I needed when It was storming. When their heels were making sounds.
His hand brushed against hers as she handed him the files. She deliberately met his eyes and let the corner of her mouth twitch up for a brief (such a brief) second. He smirked, turned, and made his way back to his desk. His mind was overtaken by a series of memories, of his hand gripping hers, of decided stares that lingered and played.
I guess you could say we tried
a guess that’s what it looks like
when you and i
stand next to each other
waiting to feel it.
it just never came.
An aim to make someone content often with your actions. Feeding when hungry can satisfy. Sexual congress can satisfy too.
“Why are you here?” Kye demands, executing a vertical slice.
“I thought out could use some help,” I say through clenched teeth, thrusting my short blade into my opponents right arm. When he falls, I turn my attention to the next two opponents.
“Thank you, Tris,” he cries over the deafening scream of war.
He seems satisfied with my answer. If only he knew… I shake off the guilt, pulling an arrow from my quiver, sending it flying through the air. If my plan works, he never will know.
“Why are you here?” Kye demanded, executing a vertical slice.
“I thought out could use some help,” I said through clenched teeth, thrusting my short blade into my opponents right arm. When he falls, I turn my attention to the next two opponents.
“Thank you, Tris,” he cries over the deafening scream of war.
He seemed satisfied with my answer. If only he knew… I shake off the guilt, pulling an arrow from my quiver, sending it flying through the air. If my plan works, he never will know.
ing
yourself and others. curiosity, nature, ego, (to a certain extent.) hunger, love
you don’t need anything else. You have all you want, and no one can take that away from you. You are utterly immune to the pain.
His weathered eyes,
satisfy mine,
and I laugh
at the sympathy
of his tone.
Two far gone,
to know,
what’s ahead
and down the road.