the block of clay sat before, sad and lifeless. It was my duty to bring breathe air into the dough, it was my job to shape the earth into a masterpiece. i placed my, clamp shaking hands to the brown putty; but pulled away abruptly with apprehension.
Shape. There are lots of different shapes. Geometric, circles, squares and what not. Then body shape, there’s a certain image of body shape that we all think we should fit, when we don’t. Also it rhymes with snape.
Elizabeth Davies
I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, if my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.
The dress clung to her body in all the right places and, unfortunately, in all the wrong ones too. It wasn’t that she was a rotten shape, just that there was quite a lot of her to fit into the filmy red silk frock. A little too much. ‘Do you have this in a larger size,’ she queried. The assistant raised a perfect arched brow and shook her head, ‘That’s XXL as it is, madam.’
Alison Cross
I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, whether my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.
The human mind.
It’s so fragile. So fragile for such an amazing thing.
He could show them a shape.
A shadow.
It didn’t even have to be anything, didn’t have to make sense.
But the human mind.
It fills in the blank.
It gives the shape a name.
The shadow a face.
He could show them their worst nightmare.
And their mind does half the work.
His fingers ran across the surface, delicately brushing every dip, every imperfection on the surface. He kept his eyes closed as he turned it around in his hands. She watched him carefully, wringing her hands in her lap. “D-Do you like it?” she asked hesitantly. He carefully turned in the direction of her voice, and gave her an easy smile. “It’s definitely interesting, Madeline.”
Many people mistake shape for form. Shape is two-dimensional; form is three-dimensional. Of course, our language doesn’t help with the differentiation…Shape magazine, getting in shape, etc…Shapes (the circle, square, triangle, oval, etc) are beautiful, but form is divine.
FIgures always moving
all composed of simple shapes
Some view them with pleasure to their eyes
others squint to see
All different shapes
from sea
to sea
NinaNinaa Nickerson
I can’t stand it. I really can’t.
The other girls complain constantly about their weight and their bodies. They don’t know what it’s really like to have such a loathsome form.
And the worst part is knowing that everyone who sees me judges me by my shape rather than the person I am.
The shape of things to come. I need to get into better shape. I like the shape of that vase. That house is in poor shape. Shape up or ship out! Shape your life by making wise choices. Shape, shale, shark, cape, escape, escarpment, sarcasm, ape, mimic…
Shame, shaman…shrapnel.
There’s real shape to the situation. There’s real shape to his life now. Sure, most days are still spent the same. The Desolate doesn’t offer a lot of variety. But things have changed and he can only hope they will keep changing, always for the better.
the sun sets..i awake
seein you look back at me…
those beautiful amber eyes.
Feelin it, all over again..
love takes shape again….
and again….
and again.
I’ve been molded. Formed. Shaped. By everything around me. Small, big. Good, bad. It all influences our lives. Each decision. Each thought. Each breath. Makes a difference in who we are and what we will become.
There are shapes all around us. Which one will you be? Will you take the shape that stands up for others or you will watch as it passes by? Will you take the shape of a strong and confident individual or will you hide in the corner? Choosing the right shape is difficult in a one minute time slot, choose wisely.
Shape is what everyone is so concerned about.. Am I in right shape.. Hell No! But I wouldn’t lose living my life after that..
ifarhan
Shape. it is essential to art. you shape poems out of words, sculptures out of clay, paintings out of colors. The shape of a poem could be sharp or round or anything, the others are more concrete.
More shapes. They form the world and our universe. Love found between the shapes of each person, object and element. Uniting us all. Color and beauty, love and joy, endless shapes abound.
i alreadsy did this word yesterday! waht the heck! thats not classy. but ya i wish i was in shape, that deosnt mean i am fat. Cuz im not fat at all, im just not like a model kind of skinny. I wish i was though. I used to be cuz last year i had an eating problem and i lost a lot of weight, those were the good days……
I’ve let me shape get in the way of me living my life that way I really & deeply want to live it, it amazes me how much I let peoples opinion of me stop me from living my life to the fullest. NO MORE I am free.
I lost it in front of all of my friends. My life changed and I was now witnessing the shape of things to come. The future didn’t look bright. There,in front of everyone was the man who dumped me with the woman he loved.
the shape of the circular ball blocked the sun from his eyes. When he caught it the glimmer of brightness blinded him and he fell to the ground. He stood up and did it again.
Circles, triangles, squares, ovals, hearts.
But, nowadays, shape usually refers to how much fat is around your middle.
Does anybody even understand geometry anymore?
It doesn’t matter what shape you are when you begin. You can be round, you can be straight and flat. Running is for everyone. You will certainly get INTO shape if you start running. That much is for sure. Take a chance- try it!
Shape. I love the shape of things, the robust texture, the strong smooth exterior.
Like a porcelain cup.
Reshaping coffee to it’s own form, molding it to it’s own, just like a perfect puzzle piece.
Heather
misshape in all of us creates the shape that we are that we wanna be in time the shape dies away.
the block of clay sat before, sad and lifeless. It was my duty to bring breathe air into the dough, it was my job to shape the earth into a masterpiece. i placed my, clamp shaking hands to the brown putty; but pulled away abruptly with apprehension.
the shape of my foot is so weird. it is shaped like a waterslide. a waterslide with a big curvy dip! it’s awkward sometimes.
go hawks! :)
Shape. There are lots of different shapes. Geometric, circles, squares and what not. Then body shape, there’s a certain image of body shape that we all think we should fit, when we don’t. Also it rhymes with snape.
I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, if my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.
The dress clung to her body in all the right places and, unfortunately, in all the wrong ones too. It wasn’t that she was a rotten shape, just that there was quite a lot of her to fit into the filmy red silk frock. A little too much. ‘Do you have this in a larger size,’ she queried. The assistant raised a perfect arched brow and shook her head, ‘That’s XXL as it is, madam.’
I’ve always been afraid of the future. So much so, I’ve spent all of my life searching. Searching, for clues of what tomorrow might hold. If I will be happy a few years from now; if the relationships I have made will make it or break it. But most of all, whether my dream becomes reality. I’ve trudged this lonely road for years now, against unbelieving winds, searching for the shape of comfort. The shape, that would relieve my fears and guide my weary self home. Little did I know that you were right there by my side, ready to catch me if I ever fell. The future we dream about every night, the future that encourages us to persevere through the storm of life’s uncertainty — I can see it. I can see my future… with you. And I’m not afraid.
The human mind.
It’s so fragile. So fragile for such an amazing thing.
He could show them a shape.
A shadow.
It didn’t even have to be anything, didn’t have to make sense.
But the human mind.
It fills in the blank.
It gives the shape a name.
The shadow a face.
He could show them their worst nightmare.
And their mind does half the work.
His fingers ran across the surface, delicately brushing every dip, every imperfection on the surface. He kept his eyes closed as he turned it around in his hands. She watched him carefully, wringing her hands in her lap. “D-Do you like it?” she asked hesitantly. He carefully turned in the direction of her voice, and gave her an easy smile. “It’s definitely interesting, Madeline.”
You take my form,
I take your hand.
Confusion girl.
Confusing me.
Let’s run away,
confusion girl.
This weekend shaped up to be quite a weekend. With Sweetie’s team showing up me and my preconceived notions of what her D.I. team could do.
Many people mistake shape for form. Shape is two-dimensional; form is three-dimensional. Of course, our language doesn’t help with the differentiation…Shape magazine, getting in shape, etc…Shapes (the circle, square, triangle, oval, etc) are beautiful, but form is divine.
FIgures always moving
all composed of simple shapes
Some view them with pleasure to their eyes
others squint to see
All different shapes
from sea
to sea
I can’t stand it. I really can’t.
The other girls complain constantly about their weight and their bodies. They don’t know what it’s really like to have such a loathsome form.
And the worst part is knowing that everyone who sees me judges me by my shape rather than the person I am.
The shape of things to come. I need to get into better shape. I like the shape of that vase. That house is in poor shape. Shape up or ship out! Shape your life by making wise choices. Shape, shale, shark, cape, escape, escarpment, sarcasm, ape, mimic…
Shame, shaman…shrapnel.
This was yesterday’s word! What’s up oneword?
There’s real shape to the situation. There’s real shape to his life now. Sure, most days are still spent the same. The Desolate doesn’t offer a lot of variety. But things have changed and he can only hope they will keep changing, always for the better.
the sun sets..i awake
seein you look back at me…
those beautiful amber eyes.
Feelin it, all over again..
love takes shape again….
and again….
and again.
I’ve been molded. Formed. Shaped. By everything around me. Small, big. Good, bad. It all influences our lives. Each decision. Each thought. Each breath. Makes a difference in who we are and what we will become.
There are shapes all around us. Which one will you be? Will you take the shape that stands up for others or you will watch as it passes by? Will you take the shape of a strong and confident individual or will you hide in the corner? Choosing the right shape is difficult in a one minute time slot, choose wisely.
Shape is what everyone is so concerned about.. Am I in right shape.. Hell No! But I wouldn’t lose living my life after that..
Shape. it is essential to art. you shape poems out of words, sculptures out of clay, paintings out of colors. The shape of a poem could be sharp or round or anything, the others are more concrete.
More shapes. They form the world and our universe. Love found between the shapes of each person, object and element. Uniting us all. Color and beauty, love and joy, endless shapes abound.
i alreadsy did this word yesterday! waht the heck! thats not classy. but ya i wish i was in shape, that deosnt mean i am fat. Cuz im not fat at all, im just not like a model kind of skinny. I wish i was though. I used to be cuz last year i had an eating problem and i lost a lot of weight, those were the good days……
I’ve let me shape get in the way of me living my life that way I really & deeply want to live it, it amazes me how much I let peoples opinion of me stop me from living my life to the fullest. NO MORE I am free.
I lost it in front of all of my friends. My life changed and I was now witnessing the shape of things to come. The future didn’t look bright. There,in front of everyone was the man who dumped me with the woman he loved.
the shape of the circular ball blocked the sun from his eyes. When he caught it the glimmer of brightness blinded him and he fell to the ground. He stood up and did it again.
Circles, triangles, squares, ovals, hearts.
But, nowadays, shape usually refers to how much fat is around your middle.
Does anybody even understand geometry anymore?
It doesn’t matter what shape you are when you begin. You can be round, you can be straight and flat. Running is for everyone. You will certainly get INTO shape if you start running. That much is for sure. Take a chance- try it!
Shape. I love the shape of things, the robust texture, the strong smooth exterior.
Like a porcelain cup.
Reshaping coffee to it’s own form, molding it to it’s own, just like a perfect puzzle piece.
misshape in all of us creates the shape that we are that we wanna be in time the shape dies away.