Scatter brained. That’s what they called him. He stumbled on his words in class all the time. She was enthralled by him. She was the quiet girl in the back and she wanted the boy who continued to talk, even if he couldn’t. She wanted to kiss those lips that fumbled for the right words.
This word means nothing to me, and I kind of find that funny. I got a squirrel today as a Christmas gift! It’s small and fluffy and it’s just in my cabinet sitting there all innocent almost like a kungfu fighter because its hands are in front of it together and it’s just so nice to know that somebody knows me.
dashed seeds spilling out on the ground, mice running from the clonking feet, papers tossed about a desk. my brain. things dashed about far too quickly, done far too fast. slapdash, sloppy, swift.
destroy. be evil. ruin everything. make everything and everyone bad, but yourself. i don’t know what else to say.
gichi
The ashes at her feet began to scatter to the four corners of the Earth with the whispering wind. She choked back a sob and tears welled in her eyes. It was time to say her final goodbye.
The leaves scattered in the breeze, crackling and chattering in the cold, their crisp voices seeming to say, “Flee! Flee with us! Flee the cold! Flee the winter! Flee! Flee!”
It was like i couldn’t find a single damn thing that i was looking for that night. My mind felt as scattered as the messy room I was in, and not only was i consciously starting to grow more and more frustrated as the time passed by, but I was psychologically as well going through chaos, when an overwhelming mass of anxiety began to sweep all over my body.
Christina Robles
The wind scattered bits of trash around the desolate streets. Kamphrey turned his collar up and sludged on. Tears blurred his vision but he swept them away with the back of his hand.
Sara
“My thoughts are scattered. I can’t focus.”
“How long has you had this scattered feeling?”
“I don’t know. I can’t tell anymore. My brain likes to tell me that this is the way it’s always been.”
She took notes. I leaned my head back against the blue cushion and tried to settle. My eyes were itchy in their round sockets. My left nostril was clogged. My throat was dry.
“So what is something you like to do that helps you relax?”
Belinda Roddie
as i lay on the ground of the scorched battlefield, all I could see around me were body parts scattered across the landscape. never in all my years at war have i seen such bloody carnage. it was an eye opener. I never will forget that day at Omaha Beach
Kory
Marion liked watching the urchins play. That’s what she called the neighborhood kids that ran around like kings of the streets, drunk as lords on power and freedom. She liked their pick-up games of baseball in the dirt, scattering when there was an auto. She liked their intense snowball fights in the winter.
the stars have scattered
among feasting
fires
burning up the night
with careless disregard
the wind pretends to hear us
and forgets we ever were
here for just a synapse
but blatant
disregard
keeps us from transcendence
It was then that she was always at her most scattered. Her thoughts thrown across the room like cheap confetti, her emotions laid out like a drying towel. She had no chance to hide that which she always hoped to hold in for when left alone with them, she was scattered.
The children scattered like a bowling pins against a bowling ball. Their shouts pierced the night air, ringing into the thousands of ears of spectators that watched the scene below them. They felt a twinge of guilt but immediately brushed it aside. This was how it’s always been. Kids fighting to survive in this game.
Michelle Zaldivar
“Hand me down my scatter gun Ginny, there’s a bald-headed, pot-bellied, man-shaped pig out in our back yard an’ he’s wieldin’…he’s weildin’ what looks like a bottle of hooch!” Ginny gasped. Luke! “No Papa, that’s Luke, father of my soon-to-be baby!” She clasped her hands over her mouth. Papa squinted one bugeye at Ginny and snarled. “All th’ more reason to blast ‘im to kingdom come. Cause he shouldn’t have come, not in my daughter, not in my back yard. Ginny chased after Papa. He kicked the screen door open, raised the scatter gun and took aim. Ginny screamed “NO PAPA!” but it was too late. Pig man was full’a buckshot.
after scattering the ashes I realized the truth. It was a little late however, since I never got to tell you it: I love you. so much for not having regrets.
He was so scattered. Everything was out of place. The room was scattered as well, as if it was reflecting his insides. His papers were splayed across the floor and a week’s worth of clothes was piled on his desks. This was what happened when he stopped caring.
sounds like a scar, but it isn’t. not sure what this word really means but sounds more like an adjective. dont know what else to write since I don’t know the word’s meaning.
Priscila Moya
Memories scattered around everywhere. Memories of us.
I’m not going to sound lovesick because I know you don’t like it. But if you’re reading this,all I wanna say is I miss you so much.
Everyday I gather pieces of memories together and try to form a picture of how we were like back then, bits by bits. To remember the days we were young and happy, to remember how it was like when we were best friends.
My brain wants to scatter with thoughts of to-dos and to-don’ts. Where to start and what to do. It can feel paralyzing when we allow the mind to take over in this ridiculous pattern of chaos. Breathe. Focus. Relax. It comes back to clarity.
The people scattered in front of him like so many particles of light, spinning and racing away. He couldn’t see through the glitter in his eyes; maybe they were just dancing. The drums behind him vibrated in his ears.
all the things in my life that can’t be controlled.my heart in bits and pieces.
they dissipate, and show me what i’m really made of.
Danni
Scattering thoughts flickered across the sunkissed stage and the stalkers told me I had to turn the page and run away from the pain
From this place
And fly to a new world
A new day
Scattering notes hit my heart hard and leave trademarks bigger than any scars left up and down my forearms
Annie
Scattered around her in sad little heaps were those tiny, innocent-looking devils. They mocked me as they dripped over the side of the table, an inconsistent drum beat. She looked at me through eyes like windows, but no one was home. The small little pills, scattered around the floor, almost formed a word, but no one could read it.
The dead were everywhere…I did not know what to do…I did not know where to go…I did not know where to ask…All i know is that im at a Graveyard…where all the dead are scattered around :(
Sometimes my ideas get so scattered
that blow in the wind. I see them catch
on the branches and hover in the sun.
I need a huge net to bring them back to me.
Robin
scatter brain, strewn across the universe
looking for the pieces
finding only more distractions
Sean Clements
The leaves scatter as the two strangers walk through the sea of crunchy autumn despair. Their feet eat the ground. Their arms around each other are in a state of scatter themselves. Then it rains.
Farida
It ignites. and everyone around can finally tell just how horrible he really was. all those lives, tossed at the center of such a glowing blaze. all those lives.
he was just another person in my life. another victim turning regular old folks into victims. but i watched that blaze with a sadness that no one else will ever feel. not in a million years.
it hurts to love the monster, doesn’t it??
They would scatter at the first shot, that much was certain. They thought they were a tough bunch of punks, but they were nothing. One shot. That’s all, and they would be gone, heading for their mama’s skirts as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
Brixton smiled. He’d make sure that the one shot counted, too.
I want my negative thoughts to scatter. Just jumble up and gather themselves up and disappear. Why can’t that happen?
Why can’t I just be content with things?
around. everywhere. running through the forest like life depends on it. away from the sound that’s chasing me. run. far. like it’s following. farther, faster, harder. heart racing. keep going. keep keep keep. trying to live. trying not to… what everyone behind me did. not an option. duck and cover.
as one atom hits another, as the world speeds through this emptiness we call a universe, we scatter like particles in a supercollider, like drops of rain in the wind.
my brain is in shredded little pieces in the morning. Scattered throughout the night, I need to search ever place i know to lose things to find it. It won’t be an easy task, but things worth doing never were. if i am successful, ill have the best day of my life.
Scatter brained. That’s what they called him. He stumbled on his words in class all the time. She was enthralled by him. She was the quiet girl in the back and she wanted the boy who continued to talk, even if he couldn’t. She wanted to kiss those lips that fumbled for the right words.
This word means nothing to me, and I kind of find that funny. I got a squirrel today as a Christmas gift! It’s small and fluffy and it’s just in my cabinet sitting there all innocent almost like a kungfu fighter because its hands are in front of it together and it’s just so nice to know that somebody knows me.
dashed seeds spilling out on the ground, mice running from the clonking feet, papers tossed about a desk. my brain. things dashed about far too quickly, done far too fast. slapdash, sloppy, swift.
destroy. be evil. ruin everything. make everything and everyone bad, but yourself. i don’t know what else to say.
The ashes at her feet began to scatter to the four corners of the Earth with the whispering wind. She choked back a sob and tears welled in her eyes. It was time to say her final goodbye.
The leaves scattered in the breeze, crackling and chattering in the cold, their crisp voices seeming to say, “Flee! Flee with us! Flee the cold! Flee the winter! Flee! Flee!”
My hopes scattered like leaves in the wind. And it hurt more than I would’ve ever expected it to. Disappointment. Frustration. Regret.
the cards drifting along the milky way kissing my eyes
It was like i couldn’t find a single damn thing that i was looking for that night. My mind felt as scattered as the messy room I was in, and not only was i consciously starting to grow more and more frustrated as the time passed by, but I was psychologically as well going through chaos, when an overwhelming mass of anxiety began to sweep all over my body.
The wind scattered bits of trash around the desolate streets. Kamphrey turned his collar up and sludged on. Tears blurred his vision but he swept them away with the back of his hand.
“My thoughts are scattered. I can’t focus.”
“How long has you had this scattered feeling?”
“I don’t know. I can’t tell anymore. My brain likes to tell me that this is the way it’s always been.”
She took notes. I leaned my head back against the blue cushion and tried to settle. My eyes were itchy in their round sockets. My left nostril was clogged. My throat was dry.
“So what is something you like to do that helps you relax?”
as i lay on the ground of the scorched battlefield, all I could see around me were body parts scattered across the landscape. never in all my years at war have i seen such bloody carnage. it was an eye opener. I never will forget that day at Omaha Beach
Marion liked watching the urchins play. That’s what she called the neighborhood kids that ran around like kings of the streets, drunk as lords on power and freedom. She liked their pick-up games of baseball in the dirt, scattering when there was an auto. She liked their intense snowball fights in the winter.
Page and his gang of kids made her laugh.
the stars have scattered
among feasting
fires
burning up the night
with careless disregard
the wind pretends to hear us
and forgets we ever were
here for just a synapse
but blatant
disregard
keeps us from transcendence
It was then that she was always at her most scattered. Her thoughts thrown across the room like cheap confetti, her emotions laid out like a drying towel. She had no chance to hide that which she always hoped to hold in for when left alone with them, she was scattered.
The children scattered like a bowling pins against a bowling ball. Their shouts pierced the night air, ringing into the thousands of ears of spectators that watched the scene below them. They felt a twinge of guilt but immediately brushed it aside. This was how it’s always been. Kids fighting to survive in this game.
“Hand me down my scatter gun Ginny, there’s a bald-headed, pot-bellied, man-shaped pig out in our back yard an’ he’s wieldin’…he’s weildin’ what looks like a bottle of hooch!” Ginny gasped. Luke! “No Papa, that’s Luke, father of my soon-to-be baby!” She clasped her hands over her mouth. Papa squinted one bugeye at Ginny and snarled. “All th’ more reason to blast ‘im to kingdom come. Cause he shouldn’t have come, not in my daughter, not in my back yard. Ginny chased after Papa. He kicked the screen door open, raised the scatter gun and took aim. Ginny screamed “NO PAPA!” but it was too late. Pig man was full’a buckshot.
after scattering the ashes I realized the truth. It was a little late however, since I never got to tell you it: I love you. so much for not having regrets.
He was so scattered. Everything was out of place. The room was scattered as well, as if it was reflecting his insides. His papers were splayed across the floor and a week’s worth of clothes was piled on his desks. This was what happened when he stopped caring.
isn’t scatter ı love of
sounds like a scar, but it isn’t. not sure what this word really means but sounds more like an adjective. dont know what else to write since I don’t know the word’s meaning.
Memories scattered around everywhere. Memories of us.
I’m not going to sound lovesick because I know you don’t like it. But if you’re reading this,all I wanna say is I miss you so much.
Everyday I gather pieces of memories together and try to form a picture of how we were like back then, bits by bits. To remember the days we were young and happy, to remember how it was like when we were best friends.
Sigh, what am I doing.
I am good scatter
My brain wants to scatter with thoughts of to-dos and to-don’ts. Where to start and what to do. It can feel paralyzing when we allow the mind to take over in this ridiculous pattern of chaos. Breathe. Focus. Relax. It comes back to clarity.
The people scattered in front of him like so many particles of light, spinning and racing away. He couldn’t see through the glitter in his eyes; maybe they were just dancing. The drums behind him vibrated in his ears.
all the things in my life that can’t be controlled.my heart in bits and pieces.
they dissipate, and show me what i’m really made of.
Scattering thoughts flickered across the sunkissed stage and the stalkers told me I had to turn the page and run away from the pain
From this place
And fly to a new world
A new day
Scattering notes hit my heart hard and leave trademarks bigger than any scars left up and down my forearms
Scattered around her in sad little heaps were those tiny, innocent-looking devils. They mocked me as they dripped over the side of the table, an inconsistent drum beat. She looked at me through eyes like windows, but no one was home. The small little pills, scattered around the floor, almost formed a word, but no one could read it.
“Scatter maggots!” Yelled the drill sergent “This is not a drill, it’s the comies!”
I did as i was told but no many got out alive… i was lucky.
Don’t you hate when you scatter all of your it get so mad!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The dead were everywhere…I did not know what to do…I did not know where to go…I did not know where to ask…All i know is that im at a Graveyard…where all the dead are scattered around :(
Sometimes my ideas get so scattered
that blow in the wind. I see them catch
on the branches and hover in the sun.
I need a huge net to bring them back to me.
scatter brain, strewn across the universe
looking for the pieces
finding only more distractions
The leaves scatter as the two strangers walk through the sea of crunchy autumn despair. Their feet eat the ground. Their arms around each other are in a state of scatter themselves. Then it rains.
It ignites. and everyone around can finally tell just how horrible he really was. all those lives, tossed at the center of such a glowing blaze. all those lives.
he was just another person in my life. another victim turning regular old folks into victims. but i watched that blaze with a sadness that no one else will ever feel. not in a million years.
it hurts to love the monster, doesn’t it??
They would scatter at the first shot, that much was certain. They thought they were a tough bunch of punks, but they were nothing. One shot. That’s all, and they would be gone, heading for their mama’s skirts as sure as the sun would rise tomorrow.
Brixton smiled. He’d make sure that the one shot counted, too.
I want my negative thoughts to scatter. Just jumble up and gather themselves up and disappear. Why can’t that happen?
Why can’t I just be content with things?
around. everywhere. running through the forest like life depends on it. away from the sound that’s chasing me. run. far. like it’s following. farther, faster, harder. heart racing. keep going. keep keep keep. trying to live. trying not to… what everyone behind me did. not an option. duck and cover.
as one atom hits another, as the world speeds through this emptiness we call a universe, we scatter like particles in a supercollider, like drops of rain in the wind.
my brain is in shredded little pieces in the morning. Scattered throughout the night, I need to search ever place i know to lose things to find it. It won’t be an easy task, but things worth doing never were. if i am successful, ill have the best day of my life.