iPod, music revolution. Silouhettes, dancing fanatically. A small player delicately clips onto your belt, unmoved by your violent but rhythmic movements. There’s not a care in the world, just the matching of your vibrations to the universe.
Shuffle. The sheets shifting in the dark. The sound of your lies as you try to apply circular logic. The sound of your clothes, of your hands in your hair, as you flirt with a boy. Me dropping into a chair in defeat.
We had to do a shuffle to get the fox and the chickens across the river without incident. We had to take the fox over first, and leave it to its own devices while we returned for the chickens. Or perhaps it was the chickens first, and leave the fox to its own devices. I was never good at logic problems anyway, and I was even worse when there were real foxes and chickens involved.
every day i shuffle to class, drag my ass. today, i changed. i slept. i wish i had wept in pursuit of release. why didn’t he invite me? i can feel the crease
in my heart.
One song skipped, two songs, then three. I glanced down at the translucent screen of my iPod. An amalgamation of all the soundtracks of my lifetime. How much did it say about me? Was it genuine? Pretentious? I vaguely wondered what people would think should they shuffle through it.
theartofsleep
The grass and sun is melting all around me, I can’t help but think of my new home. The shit I won’t ever get tired of. The shit my body longs for. Cheap cigarettes and expensive prides. Fake McDonald’s, and real plants. Mud used medically and weeds grown sporadically. Freckles on dark skin and a long body, a smile that kills.
She shuffled off, feeling awkward and lost and out of place and why was she here again? Oh right, to help her brother. Her younger brother that everyone seemed to like more than her. Why couldn’t they see that he was just copying her? That he was fake and unrealistic, with his pale gold hair and brilliant blue eyes that glinted like sapphires– cold and heartless and so very beautiful… she bit back a sob. There was something wrong with her, wasn’t there?
Millions of flashing casino lights lit the night, staining the skies with its lights. Inside, the people threw their money in like pieces of candies, watching their hard work be taken away by the shuffle of cards.
Mary
He shuffled his feet as he went through the alleyway, trying to avoid any and all notice. Usually he succeeded. This was not one of his better days.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Oh, that voice. He would recognize it anywhere.
“I’m leaving. And you’re doing the same.”
“I don’t think so.” Everything began all over again.
She shuffled along in the crowded hallways.
Everything seemed so huge. She felt so tiny.
Someone’s elbow smashed into her ribs.
She yelped, leaping sideways.
She hit a tall boy.
He pushed her.
She stumbled across the hall, and in to a locker.
This high school was sure different from her old one.
It’s the way we pass through the masses of people hoarding around throughout the day. We squeeze and slip between them, never glancing up, never giving another thought to the fact that we are brushing up against a completely unique individual.
he shuffled his feet nervously under his desk. he had no idea what her name was. but he couldnt stop staring at the back of her head. he wished so hard that she would turn around. mabye then she would flash him a smile. his heart fluttered.
her feet shuffeled across the floor; shyly, timidly. why couldnt she be bold and daring? her mousy hair fell into her face. she wished she could be a star int he sky. her light would be golden and shiny and bright. she wouldn’t be missed; no, you’d look up into the sky and look right to her. suddenly, someone steps on her foot. “oh sorry, didnt see you there” he mumbles.
everyday i’m shuffling
memories of the tree
sitting outside, dreaming of great things
i could go so far, do so much, everything is possible
and feeling so accepted, wishing i could stay there forever
but wishing i didn’t have to be so cold and so old and everything is falling apart. from the start nothing but a broken heart. what’s going on? they stole my crown and my innocence too.
i used to be jealous of people who knew how to shuffle cards. then i tried it. it was stupidass easy. i love to shuffle cards now. i feel that i am pretty proficient at it, more so than most other people. goes to show what trying will do.
Michael
As I shuffle through life I move onward and forward. Towards what i don’t know. My grandfather would say my purpose, but i don’t know. How do you know what your purpose is? we shuffle until we find what God laid out for us, but if we know then why do we search?
I think the world is a big joke.
Jasmine H
if I pass away
will you heal
my deaf way
of light bray ?
Shuffling.. Shuffling.. shuffle. Does anyone know how to shuffle past the cards of life? Is it even possible. The words I think about are so jumbled, shuffling is the only thing I can do… It’s almost impossible to see into your heart without shuffling. Shuffling the cards of my life to rearrange them in a way that you are incorporated and make sense. shuffle… shuffling…Shuffling.
KayElli
I watch you as you shuffle along in the dog park, using your walker, as your little dog prances beside you. Your bright white hair is sticking straight up at the back. Your shoulders are rounded. You stop and ever so slowly and carefully bend over until you can pick up the ball and throw it for your companion. He yips with joy as he chases after it. You take a few more steps to meet your little dog as he runs back to you. I want to hug you.
cheryl
she felt like a deck of cards, being shuffled and flipped and misplaced. she had never been spoken to like that before. people left her alone, and she left them alone. the words stung; pierced her like pins. she could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, but pride refused to let them fall. as she walked away she heard what they called her…what they said. The name…and the words whirled around her until she fell asleep, hoping she would wake up the next day and find it had all been a dream.
Melanie
the sounds of cards slipping past each other. bunny slippers and socks slidding across the wooden floor at night. the dance we sweated into the wild night.
Shuffle everything in your life and see what you get. Is there something out of order? It might mean you’re too strict. Shuffle. Shuffle. Is everything in it’s place, where you thought it would be before the shuffle? Are you prepared? What will you do? The shuffle is life. Have fun.
Kent
the line was obscenely long; it stretched as far as Myra could see, and she knew it went on for longer. It was a crooked, scraggly line, like one a child had scrawled messily with crayon. Even the people in the line were scraggly and crooked; most of them were homeless, jobless, and, in most cases, hopeless. Myra could pick out a few smiles though, as the procession shuffled forwards. A thin, guant woman followed by six small children smiled cheerily and hugged the youngest close to her. A young girl, no more than thirteen, carried a small journal in her dirty hands. As she wrote, her face filled with emotions ranging from laughter to near tears. These were the people who weren’t giving up. These were the people who still felt they had something to live for, althougth they had nothing. Myra’s smile mirrored the few hopefuls’ in the line, and she shuffled forward with the rest, wondering what life awaited beyond the brick wall.
Melanie
The shuffle of her hands became part of her uncertainty.
Natalie
shuffle the world, shuffle the music. WE’re all on replay in this game that we call life. From one moment to the next there is a song out there able to bend and bow to the will of the moment. WE feel so misunderstood so lost and alone when really there are millions just like us. A fact quick to come and quick to go, like an ipod on shuffle.
haley
We shuffle things around in our life to acomodate people all the time
ONE TIME you should’ve shuffled your own life around and you didn’t,
so you have no right to try and make anyone feel guilty because you “couldn’t” be there
We are not here to service your needs
Bryan Green
Is that a tear in my eye? Nope, just allergies.
alex
The shuffle makes me sick. Tossed, change, waves. Please, plant me solid. A foundation in which I have a grasp, in which I am not grabbing onto anything around me for strength.
cards feet papers houses lovers. a choragraphy of experience–shuffle down the aisle, take a left at the altar, scatter favors, run off into the sunset. slow down slow down mix it up
Her feet shuffle against the packed dirt of the woods. It’s dark and it’s cold, and she’s all alone and there’s a disembodied voice telling her to go to the narrow lit house hidden within the greenery of the forest. She usually isn’t inclined to listen to voices without a face, but she’s up to the door before she wakes up.
People shuffling off into different directions, into different worlds. Look at one and wonder, what’s their story. Why are they here. You then realize; they are here for the exact same reason you are.
somebody
Man this is hard. Shuffle – confused, turned around, turned upside down or inside out. Finding new friends. Being alive – with me.
Esther Pla
Walking fast paced, head down
Damaged goods go far
and broken trust is a fine seem to sew.
In time, in time,
Just think.
Shuffle! shuffle. a timeless word. used for hundreds of years! well, maybe not hundreds.
i wish i could come up with a timeless word. but nearly everything sensible i think of already exists! plus, what is so timeless it could last as long as… shuffle?!
the shick, shick, shick sound of her shuffling feet echoed in the empty streets. it was nighttime and Sarah was on her way home. she’d just had an amazing second date and was buoyant with the romantic potential. she had her earbuds jammed in her ears and a triumphant soundtrack pumping from her ipod. how was she to know what lurked in the dark corners of the streets she knew so well?
reedz
I can’t lift my legs, they are heavy as my heart. Shuffling along but it’s difficult. I’m so tired, so tired of the lies and the betrayals and the people who let me down. I can hardly make myself move forward, I’m too absorbed in my sadness. Every day is like this, the monotonous struggle.. Except when you come into my life! http://howtobecharming.wordpress.com
Caught reading at work and I shuffled off feeling a mite embarrassed. Not that it mattered in the long scheme. I could still play the newbie card for another week, or maybe the rest of the month. After a while, though, I’d grow out of the ownership phase. Oh, well. I was learning. And I had a wicked inclination for Hefeweizen.
iPod, music revolution. Silouhettes, dancing fanatically. A small player delicately clips onto your belt, unmoved by your violent but rhythmic movements. There’s not a care in the world, just the matching of your vibrations to the universe.
board
deck
buffalo
lost
Shuffle. The sheets shifting in the dark. The sound of your lies as you try to apply circular logic. The sound of your clothes, of your hands in your hair, as you flirt with a boy. Me dropping into a chair in defeat.
We had to do a shuffle to get the fox and the chickens across the river without incident. We had to take the fox over first, and leave it to its own devices while we returned for the chickens. Or perhaps it was the chickens first, and leave the fox to its own devices. I was never good at logic problems anyway, and I was even worse when there were real foxes and chickens involved.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Songs pass, memories stay.
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
May I escape?
Shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
every day i shuffle to class, drag my ass. today, i changed. i slept. i wish i had wept in pursuit of release. why didn’t he invite me? i can feel the crease
in my heart.
One song skipped, two songs, then three. I glanced down at the translucent screen of my iPod. An amalgamation of all the soundtracks of my lifetime. How much did it say about me? Was it genuine? Pretentious? I vaguely wondered what people would think should they shuffle through it.
The grass and sun is melting all around me, I can’t help but think of my new home. The shit I won’t ever get tired of. The shit my body longs for. Cheap cigarettes and expensive prides. Fake McDonald’s, and real plants. Mud used medically and weeds grown sporadically. Freckles on dark skin and a long body, a smile that kills.
She shuffled off, feeling awkward and lost and out of place and why was she here again? Oh right, to help her brother. Her younger brother that everyone seemed to like more than her. Why couldn’t they see that he was just copying her? That he was fake and unrealistic, with his pale gold hair and brilliant blue eyes that glinted like sapphires– cold and heartless and so very beautiful… she bit back a sob. There was something wrong with her, wasn’t there?
Millions of flashing casino lights lit the night, staining the skies with its lights. Inside, the people threw their money in like pieces of candies, watching their hard work be taken away by the shuffle of cards.
He shuffled his feet as he went through the alleyway, trying to avoid any and all notice. Usually he succeeded. This was not one of his better days.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
Oh, that voice. He would recognize it anywhere.
“I’m leaving. And you’re doing the same.”
“I don’t think so.” Everything began all over again.
She shuffled along in the crowded hallways.
Everything seemed so huge. She felt so tiny.
Someone’s elbow smashed into her ribs.
She yelped, leaping sideways.
She hit a tall boy.
He pushed her.
She stumbled across the hall, and in to a locker.
This high school was sure different from her old one.
It’s the way we pass through the masses of people hoarding around throughout the day. We squeeze and slip between them, never glancing up, never giving another thought to the fact that we are brushing up against a completely unique individual.
he shuffled his feet nervously under his desk. he had no idea what her name was. but he couldnt stop staring at the back of her head. he wished so hard that she would turn around. mabye then she would flash him a smile. his heart fluttered.
her feet shuffeled across the floor; shyly, timidly. why couldnt she be bold and daring? her mousy hair fell into her face. she wished she could be a star int he sky. her light would be golden and shiny and bright. she wouldn’t be missed; no, you’d look up into the sky and look right to her. suddenly, someone steps on her foot. “oh sorry, didnt see you there” he mumbles.
everyday i’m shuffling
memories of the tree
sitting outside, dreaming of great things
i could go so far, do so much, everything is possible
and feeling so accepted, wishing i could stay there forever
but wishing i didn’t have to be so cold and so old and everything is falling apart. from the start nothing but a broken heart. what’s going on? they stole my crown and my innocence too.
i used to be jealous of people who knew how to shuffle cards. then i tried it. it was stupidass easy. i love to shuffle cards now. i feel that i am pretty proficient at it, more so than most other people. goes to show what trying will do.
As I shuffle through life I move onward and forward. Towards what i don’t know. My grandfather would say my purpose, but i don’t know. How do you know what your purpose is? we shuffle until we find what God laid out for us, but if we know then why do we search?
I think the world is a big joke.
if I pass away
will you heal
my deaf way
of light bray ?
Shuffling.. Shuffling.. shuffle. Does anyone know how to shuffle past the cards of life? Is it even possible. The words I think about are so jumbled, shuffling is the only thing I can do… It’s almost impossible to see into your heart without shuffling. Shuffling the cards of my life to rearrange them in a way that you are incorporated and make sense. shuffle… shuffling…Shuffling.
I watch you as you shuffle along in the dog park, using your walker, as your little dog prances beside you. Your bright white hair is sticking straight up at the back. Your shoulders are rounded. You stop and ever so slowly and carefully bend over until you can pick up the ball and throw it for your companion. He yips with joy as he chases after it. You take a few more steps to meet your little dog as he runs back to you. I want to hug you.
she felt like a deck of cards, being shuffled and flipped and misplaced. she had never been spoken to like that before. people left her alone, and she left them alone. the words stung; pierced her like pins. she could feel the tears welling up behind her eyes, but pride refused to let them fall. as she walked away she heard what they called her…what they said. The name…and the words whirled around her until she fell asleep, hoping she would wake up the next day and find it had all been a dream.
the sounds of cards slipping past each other. bunny slippers and socks slidding across the wooden floor at night. the dance we sweated into the wild night.
Shuffle everything in your life and see what you get. Is there something out of order? It might mean you’re too strict. Shuffle. Shuffle. Is everything in it’s place, where you thought it would be before the shuffle? Are you prepared? What will you do? The shuffle is life. Have fun.
the line was obscenely long; it stretched as far as Myra could see, and she knew it went on for longer. It was a crooked, scraggly line, like one a child had scrawled messily with crayon. Even the people in the line were scraggly and crooked; most of them were homeless, jobless, and, in most cases, hopeless. Myra could pick out a few smiles though, as the procession shuffled forwards. A thin, guant woman followed by six small children smiled cheerily and hugged the youngest close to her. A young girl, no more than thirteen, carried a small journal in her dirty hands. As she wrote, her face filled with emotions ranging from laughter to near tears. These were the people who weren’t giving up. These were the people who still felt they had something to live for, althougth they had nothing. Myra’s smile mirrored the few hopefuls’ in the line, and she shuffled forward with the rest, wondering what life awaited beyond the brick wall.
The shuffle of her hands became part of her uncertainty.
shuffle the world, shuffle the music. WE’re all on replay in this game that we call life. From one moment to the next there is a song out there able to bend and bow to the will of the moment. WE feel so misunderstood so lost and alone when really there are millions just like us. A fact quick to come and quick to go, like an ipod on shuffle.
We shuffle things around in our life to acomodate people all the time
ONE TIME you should’ve shuffled your own life around and you didn’t,
so you have no right to try and make anyone feel guilty because you “couldn’t” be there
We are not here to service your needs
Is that a tear in my eye? Nope, just allergies.
The shuffle makes me sick. Tossed, change, waves. Please, plant me solid. A foundation in which I have a grasp, in which I am not grabbing onto anything around me for strength.
cards feet papers houses lovers. a choragraphy of experience–shuffle down the aisle, take a left at the altar, scatter favors, run off into the sunset. slow down slow down mix it up
Her feet shuffle against the packed dirt of the woods. It’s dark and it’s cold, and she’s all alone and there’s a disembodied voice telling her to go to the narrow lit house hidden within the greenery of the forest. She usually isn’t inclined to listen to voices without a face, but she’s up to the door before she wakes up.
People shuffling off into different directions, into different worlds. Look at one and wonder, what’s their story. Why are they here. You then realize; they are here for the exact same reason you are.
Man this is hard. Shuffle – confused, turned around, turned upside down or inside out. Finding new friends. Being alive – with me.
Walking fast paced, head down
Damaged goods go far
and broken trust is a fine seem to sew.
In time, in time,
Just think.
Shuffle! shuffle. a timeless word. used for hundreds of years! well, maybe not hundreds.
i wish i could come up with a timeless word. but nearly everything sensible i think of already exists! plus, what is so timeless it could last as long as… shuffle?!
the shick, shick, shick sound of her shuffling feet echoed in the empty streets. it was nighttime and Sarah was on her way home. she’d just had an amazing second date and was buoyant with the romantic potential. she had her earbuds jammed in her ears and a triumphant soundtrack pumping from her ipod. how was she to know what lurked in the dark corners of the streets she knew so well?
I can’t lift my legs, they are heavy as my heart. Shuffling along but it’s difficult. I’m so tired, so tired of the lies and the betrayals and the people who let me down. I can hardly make myself move forward, I’m too absorbed in my sadness. Every day is like this, the monotonous struggle.. Except when you come into my life!
http://howtobecharming.wordpress.com
Shuffle to the left,
Shuffle to the right,
Shuffle tell you drop,
Hot like a rock!
SHUFFLE!
Caught reading at work and I shuffled off feeling a mite embarrassed. Not that it mattered in the long scheme. I could still play the newbie card for another week, or maybe the rest of the month. After a while, though, I’d grow out of the ownership phase. Oh, well. I was learning. And I had a wicked inclination for Hefeweizen.