There’s a thing about people. They have multiple sides. Introverted, extroverted, mean or nice. There is always more than one. Nothing is one-sided. If it was-it’d be a sphere.
Jacob
The side of the house was always so messy, but I rather liked to think of it at a jungle of memories and vintage toys. I missed those days when my siblings and I would rummage through it and find our past within.
Shanna
My side of the bed is forever tainted by that night. Every time I curl into my bed, I think about you laying next to me. I think about you not caring, but wanting everything I have to offer. You have changed. You’re not the same person I fell in love with. You’re not the same person I helped you become. I don’t know where you are.
Alecs
the side of my house
is big i hate mowing the lawn back there its rough and theres more dirt then grass so i feel useless but never the less it has to be done. hard work never hurt any one the world is run by c+ school grade people who work hard there whole life.
Nic Cozens
She was there on my side, every time I tried something reckless, but now I felt lost. She was missing, you know. What will become of all my life, oh, dear?
Dan Butuza
What side of the world do I fit in, the world thats full of hate, that makes me want to die from the pain, the sadness. Or the side of the world that shows me compassion and kindness…
I am torn between the two.
sue
i dont know whose side i will take if given a choice. side means something related to choice and opinion, adn it can be relative also. pen is kept on sid
Sometimes I wish I had a side to be on. You know, something to believe in. Too often I feel I am the girl who can be persuaded either way, who lacks a strong opinion. I want to believe in something, and to believe in it passionately. I want to care, I want to have a SIDE. I want to try to get other people to believe in my cause, but not care if they don’t. It’s my side, be on it if you want.
Leeezuh
A binary choice has only two answers. Imagining that the world is binary compels one to choose. There is no middle of the road. There is only yes or no, etc. or not. Every day we choose to live or not. Or the choice is made for us.
As I looked from side to side, I saw nothing. Nothing was around me. It was like staring at a vast emptiness. But then I slowly awoke and looked to my side and saw the girl of my dreams laying next to me, eyes open, smiling. I kissed her. She smiled again. That’s when I knew that emptiness was only in a dream.
I looked to my side and saw her. She was the girl I’ve been waiting for my entire life. It was like looking at a miracle that just stood there without returning my looks. But I kept on staring because her beauty was magnetic. I couldn’t look away. She was the most beautiful girl ive ever seen.
michael kirshner
Stepping away, I tried to pull her by the shirtsleeve to my side, but she was sturdy in her position. Settled. Eyes squinted. “But” But I could tell by her face there were no buts to be had. She was never coming home.
i saw him out of the corner of my eye, a bright splotch of color on the dreary street corner. Skidding to a halt, i stopped and stared, unashamed, for a full minute. He was the strangest person i had ever seen. Any normal passerby would never have noticed anything peculiar. I, however, am far from average. I noticed immediately that his eyes, barely visible behind the thick glass lenses and folds of sagging skin that framed them, glowed like fireflies. They were timeworn eyes, eyes that had seen more than any human could endure, and yet there was such a brilliant light within them. The eyes seemed to shine with a niave courage and yet they possessed amazing wisedom–the dark centers were warm and strong, and they bled into the faded irises, which were speckled with memories; stories lost in the cobwebs of the past. The starry orbs blinked, found me in the crowd, and smiled widely. In that moment I realized the truth:This fragile old man had the eyes of a child.
Melanie
on the other side of the road there was so much. there was the lake, where jenny caught a snake and threw it at hailey… starting her snake fear. There was the field that had all those bunny’s we set out to catch every day and the big oak tree, that had the tire swing, that’s where i got my scar, all on the other side of the road.
daria
Churchill said they stood side by side and it was true. But when they stood side by side, laughing at their shared enemies, they still held knives to each other’s backs and smile-less eyes whispered “I don’t trust you.”
it is not this side or that side. It is a matter of opinion, a matter of options, of chance and of particulars. It is neither black nor white, based entirely upon circumstance.
melissa
i need you by my side, forever and ever. when you are away i will be lonely, sad, and incomplete. i will cry and cry, and no one will be able to console me. it is impossible to fathom any misery but your own.
I want to follow Silverstein’s sidewalk. Open Narnia’s wardrobe. But in this world, there is no yellow road. No rabbit-hole where I can fall in, no walls of brick that will take me right through Hogwarts. There isnt such a thing. A real door that will unlock the other side of dreams. In here, there are only pillows. Feathered wonders. Inviting me to get lost in my sleep. And I can close my eyes and see it across my eyelids. Hear it whisper ” welcome, to other side of reason.”
Alyssa-28
I’m skinny. I turn to the side and I disappear. No, I’m not anorexic like everyone thinks. I eat all the time. It’s called a high metabolism and it’s in my genetics. My body is shaped this way. Please leave me alone.
there was a side of me that I never knew before… One that scared me, I didn’t like it. I always thought that I was a kind and generous man.
Angus
I had to choose. My best friend or the girl I’ve known since 4th grade. I love them both. Both of them are wrong in some ways and both are right. I don’t know what to do with myself. The whole situation just sucks. I’m choosing not to choose. I won’t pick a side.
Her captor touched the side of his jaw gingerly. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, sweetheart,” he murmured, taking two long strides towards her.
Laina gasped and sprinted away, hoping to get somewhere where there was help before he caught her. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, causing a panicked scream to escape her lips.
“The side of what?” Suzie exclaimed, backing away from Justin slowly. “Hell no, I’m not letting you touch my side!”
“But, you don’t know what’ll happen,” Justin complained, stomping his foot childishly.
“Yes, I do,” Suzie shouted, turning to run away. “Stay away from me!”
Justin chased her down the street while Suzie screamed. There was no way Suzie was letting him touch her at all. He was a freaking weirdo, and weirdos didn’t get to touch the famous Suzie Almeda. Of course, her boyfriend was a weirdo, so she was being a slight hypocrite at the moment.
Everyone hopes to have someone there, someone to lean on. Your side is your safe haven, your place of solace and hope. You always want someone there.
KMS
Who would’ve thought that the end of the world had been written on the side of a cereal box? Yeah, you heard me. It’s as unbelievable as it sounds. AND, we ignored it because it was on the side of a freaking cereal box! Can you get anymore unpredictable? Anymore stupid? Gah, we were doomed from the start.
Which side? Left…right… She looked over her options again. It wasn’t so much a logical decision as an intuitive one. Time was intuitive, not scientific, she reminded herself, and this was no different. She just had to pick the side to manipulate. Go left, or go right? It was like a damned video game.
I’m layingon my side at the koment and it’s great because you can watch tv without having to move to fall asleep and it just wonderful and yeah. I love sleeping on my side. It’s really comfortable. I’m not gramatically correct in this paragraph or whatever this is .
Sierra
The smell of charred flesh was sickening, filling Sicily’s nose with the unwanted smell. She clutched her side as if if she didn’t hold on, her skin would fall off. It’d already been burned, she didn’t need her organs falling out. She stumbled across the street, her hand reaching out as she collapsed to her knees in the grass of the yard in front of her.
Sage Madison
Let me run my nails down your side,
dig them in and draw from you a
confirmation.
Live to Cry, but not only because it hurts, cry because you can also cry in the great moments.. To Maybe lie a little bit, but never to cause pain.. To discover the magic inside you.. And to finally never forget what you had, have and will have.. L
luciana
Her side hurt. Blood seeped through her fingers and pain radiated throughout her body as she limped forward, toward the busy street. She muttered words that only she could hear and understand. Anger radiated off of her. Her gun was still snug in its holster and her Vampire League badge was tucked onto her pants. Although she had authority to bring him in, tonight was the one time she thirsted for more. If she’d had magical powers, she’d have called it all down to bring that S.O.B. back to stand before her. Not only had he gotten away, but he’d destroyed her expensive silk blouse. Nothing got blood out of silk!
Her fangs slowly retracted. She’d have to feed soon or bleed out.
I have a pain in my side. I usually do when I run, but this one is worse than usual, I can’t stand up straight. I need oxygen fast. I’m dying. Whoa!
Who’s side do you take? Do you take your friends’ side even though you know they are in the wrong? Or do you do something about it?
There’s a thing about people. They have multiple sides. Introverted, extroverted, mean or nice. There is always more than one. Nothing is one-sided. If it was-it’d be a sphere.
The side of the house was always so messy, but I rather liked to think of it at a jungle of memories and vintage toys. I missed those days when my siblings and I would rummage through it and find our past within.
My side of the bed is forever tainted by that night. Every time I curl into my bed, I think about you laying next to me. I think about you not caring, but wanting everything I have to offer. You have changed. You’re not the same person I fell in love with. You’re not the same person I helped you become. I don’t know where you are.
the side of my house
is big i hate mowing the lawn back there its rough and theres more dirt then grass so i feel useless but never the less it has to be done. hard work never hurt any one the world is run by c+ school grade people who work hard there whole life.
She was there on my side, every time I tried something reckless, but now I felt lost. She was missing, you know. What will become of all my life, oh, dear?
What side of the world do I fit in, the world thats full of hate, that makes me want to die from the pain, the sadness. Or the side of the world that shows me compassion and kindness…
I am torn between the two.
i dont know whose side i will take if given a choice. side means something related to choice and opinion, adn it can be relative also. pen is kept on sid
The One Place
That She is Never at.
Sometimes I wish I had a side to be on. You know, something to believe in. Too often I feel I am the girl who can be persuaded either way, who lacks a strong opinion. I want to believe in something, and to believe in it passionately. I want to care, I want to have a SIDE. I want to try to get other people to believe in my cause, but not care if they don’t. It’s my side, be on it if you want.
A binary choice has only two answers. Imagining that the world is binary compels one to choose. There is no middle of the road. There is only yes or no, etc. or not. Every day we choose to live or not. Or the choice is made for us.
As I looked from side to side, I saw nothing. Nothing was around me. It was like staring at a vast emptiness. But then I slowly awoke and looked to my side and saw the girl of my dreams laying next to me, eyes open, smiling. I kissed her. She smiled again. That’s when I knew that emptiness was only in a dream.
I looked to my side and saw her. She was the girl I’ve been waiting for my entire life. It was like looking at a miracle that just stood there without returning my looks. But I kept on staring because her beauty was magnetic. I couldn’t look away. She was the most beautiful girl ive ever seen.
Stepping away, I tried to pull her by the shirtsleeve to my side, but she was sturdy in her position. Settled. Eyes squinted. “But” But I could tell by her face there were no buts to be had. She was never coming home.
i saw him out of the corner of my eye, a bright splotch of color on the dreary street corner. Skidding to a halt, i stopped and stared, unashamed, for a full minute. He was the strangest person i had ever seen. Any normal passerby would never have noticed anything peculiar. I, however, am far from average. I noticed immediately that his eyes, barely visible behind the thick glass lenses and folds of sagging skin that framed them, glowed like fireflies. They were timeworn eyes, eyes that had seen more than any human could endure, and yet there was such a brilliant light within them. The eyes seemed to shine with a niave courage and yet they possessed amazing wisedom–the dark centers were warm and strong, and they bled into the faded irises, which were speckled with memories; stories lost in the cobwebs of the past. The starry orbs blinked, found me in the crowd, and smiled widely. In that moment I realized the truth:This fragile old man had the eyes of a child.
on the other side of the road there was so much. there was the lake, where jenny caught a snake and threw it at hailey… starting her snake fear. There was the field that had all those bunny’s we set out to catch every day and the big oak tree, that had the tire swing, that’s where i got my scar, all on the other side of the road.
Churchill said they stood side by side and it was true. But when they stood side by side, laughing at their shared enemies, they still held knives to each other’s backs and smile-less eyes whispered “I don’t trust you.”
it is not this side or that side. It is a matter of opinion, a matter of options, of chance and of particulars. It is neither black nor white, based entirely upon circumstance.
i need you by my side, forever and ever. when you are away i will be lonely, sad, and incomplete. i will cry and cry, and no one will be able to console me. it is impossible to fathom any misery but your own.
I want to follow Silverstein’s sidewalk. Open Narnia’s wardrobe. But in this world, there is no yellow road. No rabbit-hole where I can fall in, no walls of brick that will take me right through Hogwarts. There isnt such a thing. A real door that will unlock the other side of dreams. In here, there are only pillows. Feathered wonders. Inviting me to get lost in my sleep. And I can close my eyes and see it across my eyelids. Hear it whisper ” welcome, to other side of reason.”
I’m skinny. I turn to the side and I disappear. No, I’m not anorexic like everyone thinks. I eat all the time. It’s called a high metabolism and it’s in my genetics. My body is shaped this way. Please leave me alone.
there was a side of me that I never knew before… One that scared me, I didn’t like it. I always thought that I was a kind and generous man.
I had to choose. My best friend or the girl I’ve known since 4th grade. I love them both. Both of them are wrong in some ways and both are right. I don’t know what to do with myself. The whole situation just sucks. I’m choosing not to choose. I won’t pick a side.
Her captor touched the side of his jaw gingerly. “You’re gonna wish you didn’t do that, sweetheart,” he murmured, taking two long strides towards her.
Laina gasped and sprinted away, hoping to get somewhere where there was help before he caught her. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, causing a panicked scream to escape her lips.
“The side of what?” Suzie exclaimed, backing away from Justin slowly. “Hell no, I’m not letting you touch my side!”
“But, you don’t know what’ll happen,” Justin complained, stomping his foot childishly.
“Yes, I do,” Suzie shouted, turning to run away. “Stay away from me!”
Justin chased her down the street while Suzie screamed. There was no way Suzie was letting him touch her at all. He was a freaking weirdo, and weirdos didn’t get to touch the famous Suzie Almeda. Of course, her boyfriend was a weirdo, so she was being a slight hypocrite at the moment.
“The side of what?” Suzie exclaimed, backing away from Justin slowly. “Hell no, I’m not letting you touch me there!”
“But, you don’t know what’ll happen,” Justin complained, stomping his foot childishly.
“Yes, I do,” Suzie shouted, turning to run away. “Stay away from me!”
Everyone hopes to have someone there, someone to lean on. Your side is your safe haven, your place of solace and hope. You always want someone there.
Who would’ve thought that the end of the world had been written on the side of a cereal box? Yeah, you heard me. It’s as unbelievable as it sounds. AND, we ignored it because it was on the side of a freaking cereal box! Can you get anymore unpredictable? Anymore stupid? Gah, we were doomed from the start.
Which side? Left…right… She looked over her options again. It wasn’t so much a logical decision as an intuitive one. Time was intuitive, not scientific, she reminded herself, and this was no different. She just had to pick the side to manipulate. Go left, or go right? It was like a damned video game.
I’m layingon my side at the koment and it’s great because you can watch tv without having to move to fall asleep and it just wonderful and yeah. I love sleeping on my side. It’s really comfortable. I’m not gramatically correct in this paragraph or whatever this is .
The smell of charred flesh was sickening, filling Sicily’s nose with the unwanted smell. She clutched her side as if if she didn’t hold on, her skin would fall off. It’d already been burned, she didn’t need her organs falling out. She stumbled across the street, her hand reaching out as she collapsed to her knees in the grass of the yard in front of her.
Let me run my nails down your side,
dig them in and draw from you a
confirmation.
A Side of my head says no the other side can’t decide yet
Live to Cry, but not only because it hurts, cry because you can also cry in the great moments.. To Maybe lie a little bit, but never to cause pain.. To discover the magic inside you.. And to finally never forget what you had, have and will have.. L
Her side hurt. Blood seeped through her fingers and pain radiated throughout her body as she limped forward, toward the busy street. She muttered words that only she could hear and understand. Anger radiated off of her. Her gun was still snug in its holster and her Vampire League badge was tucked onto her pants. Although she had authority to bring him in, tonight was the one time she thirsted for more. If she’d had magical powers, she’d have called it all down to bring that S.O.B. back to stand before her. Not only had he gotten away, but he’d destroyed her expensive silk blouse. Nothing got blood out of silk!
Her fangs slowly retracted. She’d have to feed soon or bleed out.
Side to side
Feel the rhythym
Steadying of the heartbeat
Feel the warmth
Feel the poison
Bitter
Comforting
Slides down the throat with a scald.
Side is one of those weird words that if you look at it too much it starts to look silly. Like prove, or yeah. YEAH. Just look at it. It looks weird…
ways
i sometimes forget that you’re not here
i forget you’re never again going to walk by my side
it hits me
it kills me
but i keep it inside