Love is the most powerful thing in the world. With no love, there will be no point of living.
Share your love, don’t be selfish, there’s always some people who need it more than you do.
alyssa rae
Her dress was scarce. It skimmed the middle of her thighs and the color highlighted her caramel tan.
Kelsey
Food was scarce in those days and momma and daddy rarely ate anything. They gave most of the meat and substantial food to us kids, hoping we would avoid starvation. It was cold that winter. I remember thinking that my legs had fallen off in the night one time. I woke up and they were numb from the cold. I didn’t think we had it bad back then, but when I think back on it, I wonder how we lived through it.
Everything was scarce.
Food.
Water.
Shelter.
Hope.
Everyone was giving up.
Everyone except for her.
She kept her spirits up when the rest of the world was down.
How did she do it?
It was something darker than anyone of us would have liked to imagine.
Emily
yes, treats are scarce in this house. something to do with a 3 year old. and an 8 year old. and a 37 year old, and a 46 year old. thank goodness the 7 month old hasn’t found the snack drawer yet.
“There’s nothing to do.” Jamie whined.
“You’re complaining.” said Jensen. “That’s something.”
“Lets walk to the park, or something.”
“No. If I’m going to be bored I’m going to be bored in comfort.”
“Poopy-poop.”
Edna
“What is it?”
“A daisy, I think.”
“You think? I thought you knew everything.”
“Shut up, you big idiot.” She reached for his shoulder, using him for leverage to stand on her feet. She winced, as her crooked leg wavered beneath her. “Daisies are rare these days. Scarce as an honest heart. It does look white and that is yellow in the middle, isn’t it?”
“Looks like it to me.” I shrugged. “Not that I could tell white and yellow from red and-”
Not enough. Rare. Precious. Want it. Save. Don’t use too much of it. Save. Hope for more. What should we do with it? When should I use it? Where do we get more of it?
Shun
“She’s scarce around these parts, you’ll never catch her unawares, if that’s what you’re looking for.” The old woman eyed them, suspiciously. “Do you know what you’re asking of me? She’s my granddaughter and I care heaps about her, the poor girl, bless her. She’s not the kind that’ll take up with you.”
“Please, ma’am.” He tried to soften his tone, but the panic was creeping in as he twisted his hands in his lap, a scared glance thrown at his pale, older brother. “She’s our last hope, I’ve got to, we’ve got to–if she doesn’t, we’ll be-”
“I don’t think I could help someone that couldn’t even properly articulate their necessary situation.” She drawled from the doorstep, pushing back the cloak of her hood as she approached the trio seated on the white garden furniture. “Can’t take a memory if you can’t solidify it.” She snorted. You’re lucky she believe you, you know. If she hadn’t asked, I wouldn’t have come and Memory Holders are rather scarce these days, aren’t they?”
True love is scare. It’s something we all look for. Something many fool themselves into thinking they’ve found it. It’s something I hope to find in this lifetime. If only we could all be so lucky as to find it.
The child didn’t understand. Just weeks before, he had toys and candy and nearly all he wanted. And now, his mother sat crying. And he stomach sat growling.
He couldn’t comprehend what it was about. Why couldn’t it just go back to the way it was before?
Water is scarce in the arctic, but he figures that snow is plentiful, so he can probably just survive on that. He saw a tv show once where camels did that. Because, really Antarctica just seems like a fantastic idea right now. Or wait, is Antarctica in the arctic? He goes to find his atlas, and by the time he’s found Antarctica he’s decided that Jamaica is a much better place to escape from his ‘family’, who people keep telling him he should love.
Katie
love is scarce sometimes. good friends are hard to find. it can me lonesome, and that’s where i’m at right now. i feel like i have very few people i can confide in and no real friend group to hang out with. mine has been infested with somebody i don’t like, so i am on guard even around those tried and true friends. so many people have left over the last year, i’m just scared of losing any that i gain.
A.L. Rockwell
Scarce is love in my heart. As much as I see it, within me it is not. Have I ever loved? Yes. Will I love ever again? No. Hurt chains me upon a wall and I do not wish to be free lest I fall again.
Lucia Gocobachi
I ran, blending into the crowd like a fish hides in seaweed from a shark. The police couldn’t catch me, not like this. I knew that if I wanted to survive, I needed to make myself scarce. It was the only way I was going to prove my innocence.
Alexandra Bell
Things are scarce here.
carry
I came from a place where money was scarce. Dinner was always on the table, we had a small, old house, and health care was available but there were few extras. There were a ton of kids though. Fun and goofiness and reading and outdoor play and affection and imagination and community were decidedly NOT scarce.
J O'Neill
When I stepped through the door of my one-bedroom apartment on the East Side, I realized that my boyfriend was no longer there. He had stayed with me there for the past 6 months, and he was scarce when I arrived home. I blindly searched around, to find a note taped on the fridge which simply said, “Leaving. See you again. Maybe. I love you, Brendan.”
Juliette
You’re scarcely there anymore.
I’ve ben talking to the wind, to the clouds.
they don’t answer the way they used to,
when you’d go out with me
over the rolling green hills
now those selfsame hills are snow capped
drenched
drowned
dying under the pressure of crystallized water
you’re not there anymore
and i’m beginning to wonder if i even care, now
if i did
if i could
maybe that would make this
easier
Food shortage in foreign countries? isn’t it scary how we can eat until we’re full but they can’t get an amount of food to half-way fill their tummies?
Sammy_says
scarcity thinking is said to be the source of people’s frustration, and what blocks them from doing what they truly want to do with their lives. scarce money, scarce chance…oh how difficult it is until you realize that there’s no such scarcity!
kaorita
There are very few life forms here. In fact, everything is scarce. I may just be the only living thing on this..what..planet? I’m not quite sure where i am anymore. All i know is that I am afraid. And I am all alone…
Nicole
Food is scarce, water is scarce, love is scarce. True love is scarce, at least. Lives full of “OMG LUV U 2 GURL LOL”, and brief meaningless “i love you’s” detract from the true meaning of love.
Nicole
I feel guilty flushing a toilet
After seeing commercials about
Children being dried up in desserts
Like untethered cactus flowers because
Water is scarce
While my bodily functions result
In a stream of waste
These young ones lie
Parched and waiting for help
ellie griffith
The land was isolated from civilization. A perfect place to settle down from the rushing world. Even though the people here are have a scarcity of food and water, they get to live by. They get along with what they have, and order was always observed. Their leader, a dark man marked with tribal feathers, always solved his people’s problems by calling up small gatherings and meetings. All in all, this place is a break from the modern world, where things like chaos and war exist.
It was a cold night, colder than it had been in weeks. Food was scarce in the house, barely a crumb or two to be found. He was hungry, scared and lonely. When was the last time he had seen his parents?
Jami
How funny it is.
When I want you you are here, you are here for my tantrums and my radical thoughts, you are here for everything I hold nearest and dearest.
But now, you have left me, and through the pain of this I need you most.
But you are as scarce as flowers in the winter.
Time is so scarce. Time to accomplish all of my dreams and reach all my goals. The time to touch so many hearts and enrich so many minds. I just want to matter. But this time, or lack there off, is getting in my way.
I flick through the pages, finding that the pictures are scarce. I toss the book to the coffee table, and turn the TV on. When Ziva walks in, she sees that the book had landed face up, open to a page. “I knew that you would read it!”
There is no water around anywhere. The desert has completely run dry. Of course, the animals are used to this by now. But all of them? Poor soul, he will not survive the summer. We all knew this would happen. But did he?
Davey
the supplies are scarce, the time is limited, and you are the only one for the job. I’m sorry to have to be the one to take you away from your family and home, but I don’t think you realize how important this mission really is. we have to leave now, if you can leave everything that would be ideal, grab maybe an apple and lets go!
Less common than you know
More often than you think
I can always make myself
scarce,
even before you
have to remind
me
S.P.
I watched her body tickle the morning spring wind. She floated against the light with divine brilliance. All the scarce desire hiding in the eddies of my spirit suddenly scurried to chase her ecstasy.
There had scarce been a breath in the room before Lucy threw her highball glass at the man who had just stepped onto the premises, hair combed painfully back and exposing a vividly receding hair glass. The glass – along with its contents – became a shattered mess against the wooden floor, as the man cleared his throat and raised his hands in skepticism.
“Dear,” he said, “it’s a birthday party. And Bob is my friend, too. So do you mind if I can just have a little fun without being physically assaulted?”
Belinda Roddie
Water.
Life.
Love.
Food.
Shelter.
Sympathy.
Money.
Maia
what you believe to be scarce is not. it is simply hidden from view. there is more than enough of the thing you need to carry you through your life. you need only look within , listen to the quiet confident voice that whispers to you that you have what you need. you are who you need to be.
debra
Scarce is the time I think I need to purse my dreams.
Love is the most powerful thing in the world. With no love, there will be no point of living.
Share your love, don’t be selfish, there’s always some people who need it more than you do.
Her dress was scarce. It skimmed the middle of her thighs and the color highlighted her caramel tan.
Food was scarce in those days and momma and daddy rarely ate anything. They gave most of the meat and substantial food to us kids, hoping we would avoid starvation. It was cold that winter. I remember thinking that my legs had fallen off in the night one time. I woke up and they were numb from the cold. I didn’t think we had it bad back then, but when I think back on it, I wonder how we lived through it.
Everything was scarce.
Food.
Water.
Shelter.
Hope.
Everyone was giving up.
Everyone except for her.
She kept her spirits up when the rest of the world was down.
How did she do it?
It was something darker than anyone of us would have liked to imagine.
yes, treats are scarce in this house. something to do with a 3 year old. and an 8 year old. and a 37 year old, and a 46 year old. thank goodness the 7 month old hasn’t found the snack drawer yet.
“There’s nothing to do.” Jamie whined.
“You’re complaining.” said Jensen. “That’s something.”
“Lets walk to the park, or something.”
“No. If I’m going to be bored I’m going to be bored in comfort.”
“Poopy-poop.”
“What is it?”
“A daisy, I think.”
“You think? I thought you knew everything.”
“Shut up, you big idiot.” She reached for his shoulder, using him for leverage to stand on her feet. She winced, as her crooked leg wavered beneath her. “Daisies are rare these days. Scarce as an honest heart. It does look white and that is yellow in the middle, isn’t it?”
“Looks like it to me.” I shrugged. “Not that I could tell white and yellow from red and-”
She elbowed him in the stomach.
Not enough. Rare. Precious. Want it. Save. Don’t use too much of it. Save. Hope for more. What should we do with it? When should I use it? Where do we get more of it?
“She’s scarce around these parts, you’ll never catch her unawares, if that’s what you’re looking for.” The old woman eyed them, suspiciously. “Do you know what you’re asking of me? She’s my granddaughter and I care heaps about her, the poor girl, bless her. She’s not the kind that’ll take up with you.”
“Please, ma’am.” He tried to soften his tone, but the panic was creeping in as he twisted his hands in his lap, a scared glance thrown at his pale, older brother. “She’s our last hope, I’ve got to, we’ve got to–if she doesn’t, we’ll be-”
“I don’t think I could help someone that couldn’t even properly articulate their necessary situation.” She drawled from the doorstep, pushing back the cloak of her hood as she approached the trio seated on the white garden furniture. “Can’t take a memory if you can’t solidify it.” She snorted. You’re lucky she believe you, you know. If she hadn’t asked, I wouldn’t have come and Memory Holders are rather scarce these days, aren’t they?”
What was that that’s never there? Begins with words ends with hair
True love is scare. It’s something we all look for. Something many fool themselves into thinking they’ve found it. It’s something I hope to find in this lifetime. If only we could all be so lucky as to find it.
The child didn’t understand. Just weeks before, he had toys and candy and nearly all he wanted. And now, his mother sat crying. And he stomach sat growling.
He couldn’t comprehend what it was about. Why couldn’t it just go back to the way it was before?
Water is scarce in the arctic, but he figures that snow is plentiful, so he can probably just survive on that. He saw a tv show once where camels did that. Because, really Antarctica just seems like a fantastic idea right now. Or wait, is Antarctica in the arctic? He goes to find his atlas, and by the time he’s found Antarctica he’s decided that Jamaica is a much better place to escape from his ‘family’, who people keep telling him he should love.
love is scarce sometimes. good friends are hard to find. it can me lonesome, and that’s where i’m at right now. i feel like i have very few people i can confide in and no real friend group to hang out with. mine has been infested with somebody i don’t like, so i am on guard even around those tried and true friends. so many people have left over the last year, i’m just scared of losing any that i gain.
Scarce is love in my heart. As much as I see it, within me it is not. Have I ever loved? Yes. Will I love ever again? No. Hurt chains me upon a wall and I do not wish to be free lest I fall again.
I ran, blending into the crowd like a fish hides in seaweed from a shark. The police couldn’t catch me, not like this. I knew that if I wanted to survive, I needed to make myself scarce. It was the only way I was going to prove my innocence.
Things are scarce here.
I came from a place where money was scarce. Dinner was always on the table, we had a small, old house, and health care was available but there were few extras. There were a ton of kids though. Fun and goofiness and reading and outdoor play and affection and imagination and community were decidedly NOT scarce.
When I stepped through the door of my one-bedroom apartment on the East Side, I realized that my boyfriend was no longer there. He had stayed with me there for the past 6 months, and he was scarce when I arrived home. I blindly searched around, to find a note taped on the fridge which simply said, “Leaving. See you again. Maybe. I love you, Brendan.”
You’re scarcely there anymore.
I’ve ben talking to the wind, to the clouds.
they don’t answer the way they used to,
when you’d go out with me
over the rolling green hills
now those selfsame hills are snow capped
drenched
drowned
dying under the pressure of crystallized water
you’re not there anymore
and i’m beginning to wonder if i even care, now
if i did
if i could
maybe that would make this
easier
food is scarce, water is scarce. This is the world as i know it. It isn’t good and it isn’t bad, it’s just the way it is.
Food shortage in foreign countries? isn’t it scary how we can eat until we’re full but they can’t get an amount of food to half-way fill their tummies?
scarcity thinking is said to be the source of people’s frustration, and what blocks them from doing what they truly want to do with their lives. scarce money, scarce chance…oh how difficult it is until you realize that there’s no such scarcity!
There are very few life forms here. In fact, everything is scarce. I may just be the only living thing on this..what..planet? I’m not quite sure where i am anymore. All i know is that I am afraid. And I am all alone…
Food is scarce, water is scarce, love is scarce. True love is scarce, at least. Lives full of “OMG LUV U 2 GURL LOL”, and brief meaningless “i love you’s” detract from the true meaning of love.
I feel guilty flushing a toilet
After seeing commercials about
Children being dried up in desserts
Like untethered cactus flowers because
Water is scarce
While my bodily functions result
In a stream of waste
These young ones lie
Parched and waiting for help
The land was isolated from civilization. A perfect place to settle down from the rushing world. Even though the people here are have a scarcity of food and water, they get to live by. They get along with what they have, and order was always observed. Their leader, a dark man marked with tribal feathers, always solved his people’s problems by calling up small gatherings and meetings. All in all, this place is a break from the modern world, where things like chaos and war exist.
It was a cold night, colder than it had been in weeks. Food was scarce in the house, barely a crumb or two to be found. He was hungry, scared and lonely. When was the last time he had seen his parents?
How funny it is.
When I want you you are here, you are here for my tantrums and my radical thoughts, you are here for everything I hold nearest and dearest.
But now, you have left me, and through the pain of this I need you most.
But you are as scarce as flowers in the winter.
Time is so scarce. Time to accomplish all of my dreams and reach all my goals. The time to touch so many hearts and enrich so many minds. I just want to matter. But this time, or lack there off, is getting in my way.
I flick through the pages, finding that the pictures are scarce. I toss the book to the coffee table, and turn the TV on. When Ziva walks in, she sees that the book had landed face up, open to a page. “I knew that you would read it!”
There is no water around anywhere. The desert has completely run dry. Of course, the animals are used to this by now. But all of them? Poor soul, he will not survive the summer. We all knew this would happen. But did he?
the supplies are scarce, the time is limited, and you are the only one for the job. I’m sorry to have to be the one to take you away from your family and home, but I don’t think you realize how important this mission really is. we have to leave now, if you can leave everything that would be ideal, grab maybe an apple and lets go!
Less common than you know
More often than you think
I can always make myself
scarce,
even before you
have to remind
me
I watched her body tickle the morning spring wind. She floated against the light with divine brilliance. All the scarce desire hiding in the eddies of my spirit suddenly scurried to chase her ecstasy.
There had scarce been a breath in the room before Lucy threw her highball glass at the man who had just stepped onto the premises, hair combed painfully back and exposing a vividly receding hair glass. The glass – along with its contents – became a shattered mess against the wooden floor, as the man cleared his throat and raised his hands in skepticism.
“Dear,” he said, “it’s a birthday party. And Bob is my friend, too. So do you mind if I can just have a little fun without being physically assaulted?”
Water.
Life.
Love.
Food.
Shelter.
Sympathy.
Money.
what you believe to be scarce is not. it is simply hidden from view. there is more than enough of the thing you need to carry you through your life. you need only look within , listen to the quiet confident voice that whispers to you that you have what you need. you are who you need to be.
Scarce is the time I think I need to purse my dreams.
I scarcely knew what was happening around me. I wasn’t sure why it was happening at all.
I just knew I wanted it to go on forever.
The colors swooshed by, a maelstrom of brilliance. I felt something – a longing, a faraway notion of something beyond myself.