Sigh… the first thing that i do when entering this page, its not because i dont like it, its because it kinda exposes my lack of imagination and all that, but well, here i am writing, so i’m trying to get over that….
Diego
he let out a SIGH as she hugged her jacket tighter around herself. why was she still so stubborn?
well, it didn’t matter anymore. he said the words and there was nothing he could do to take them back.
jamie
sigh of contentment? Sigh of weariness?
I am making red velvet cookies with cream cheese frosting. Will I sigh with delight or disappointment? It’d better be the former, if I have enough money to bake stuff I don’t actually need, you know? I mean, not to get preachy or anything, but one does have to count one’s blessings.
MissouriMom
A sound I make when I think ahead too far. When I think and I see the end of a conversation and I know how it will go and what will be said.
I wonder.
andrew meare
He looked at her once again, as he clicked the shutter. Somehow, after all of those times, she never failed to make his heart skip a beat, never failed to take his breath away. “Remarkable,” he said to himself.
e. anthony
I sighed, with every breathe I took, I was one step away from loving you. That was my goal, my end all of end all. If I could get over my thoughts and feelings for you I would be happy. It seems that all these 60 second typefest are about you, I hope one day that they are not. That will be the best day of my life. I cannot wait.
Jess
The breath somehow escapes his notice but not mine, which is strange as the air is passing through HIS lips. There is no sound at all only the feeling of sound like the vibration against skin, like the movement between fingers like the pressure of unseen things.
Elea
I think about the sun setting over the ocean. The beautiful orange hues mixed with the pink and violet swipes of a paintbrush. Waves of heat shimmer in the water, swimming away in sleepiness.
Sheri Irvin
i sighed with content as the last leaf fell from the last tree of autumn. and the last unicorn sighed as the butterfly landed on her nose and begin to sing trendy pop songs, while adjusting his sunglasses. the world sighed and it rippled gently through all seven seas.
I’m so tired of hearing that last night was fun. I’m so tired of you saying the same thing every morning. I hate that you keep acting like you don’t remember what happened between us. Last night was far more than just fun. Last night was fate.
We are fate.
Cori Elizabeth
The clouds breathe one last heavy sigh as they move out, on, and over. That little, yet everlasting gust of wind dies down. What was once violent and fast is nothing more than a memory as it fades, travelling over the mountains never to return once more.
Laurel
She sigh as the car disappeared over the horizon and she turned to go back into the house. The door shut quietly behind her and she took off her coat. The cat wandered by but paid her little attention.
Matt
“I want a milkshake, NOW!” Emmy demanded, I sighed in defeat, I knew when I’d been beat.
Elizabeth Cullen
I looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. What a day it’s been, from work to home again. My family has been waiting for me and I have been waiting to greet them with open arms. I know Leo got the promotion at work and that Anna has been working on her project for school. Even though it’s raining outside, I can’t help but sigh; everything is finally coming together. I have waited for this solitary moment my entire life and I thank God for all that I’ve been given. It’s amazing how much work has been put into this world and I can’t help but sigh.
Trina
a deep breath. exhaust. relief. disappointment. melted. anxious. sorrow. excitement. taken away. confusion.
Kelly Baptiste
ohh boyyy. what a tireing day. school wa boring adn im rired. theres nothing to do at all. i cant waite to go home. the kids on the buss are a major pain. i want to go homeeeeeeeeee. i wish this busride could go faster. i doupt that it ever will tough.
phorbr
she sighed when the stick turned blue. only rubbing it in so much more, I’m barren. what a bitch.
anna
i sighed at the disco, with no other in the room to hear me. the sigh echoed in my ears at the same tempo as my heartbeat. i wanted to be elsewhere, and fast. there were no doors.
ed
an emotion in a single breath. all emotions. love = sigh. frustration = sigh. empathy = sigh… and so on. i feel the sigh before it comes, and ache for it after it leaves my lips.
kelli
Sighs mean many things. Happiness, wistfulness, sadness, but you never know which. It’s a complicated yet simple act, you never know what people mean when they sigh. I sigh too much, but not enough. Maybe I should be less cryptic.
Kaitlyn
I sigh.
I’m tired. I’m so done with school, with EVERYTHING.
but really, I’m not tired of you at all.
I’ve just gotten started with you, and so really, I think you should stay with me for at least a little bit longer.
I love you with my whole heart,
and really,
I believe that you love me with all of yours.
Stop thinking so hard beautiful!
Just…
listen to your heart, and come love me again <3
Stella Heather
i was sighing into the grey black crapola place. the air was strong with the smell of sulfur. and cow milk.
Taran
Act like I exist, dollface.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy the anonymity of my life,
It’s that I want you to see me, and say “Hey there.”
Nobody else matters, really. I could go a lifetime without them, if you’d just smile for me every once in a while.
My time’s up in more ways than one, but I stopped caring a long time ago. I don’t need to prove to anyone that what we did was real.
So act like I exist, dollface.
And stop with the sighing.
Justin
I already sighed enough today.
John
Oh how i sigh all alone at night. I hate the lonliness I feel. It is saddening to know that others in the world have it so much better than me, then others who have it so much worse. Sigh. It’s all I can do to get my mind off of the tragedy that fills my life. I wish you could know it.
Tregg
Let your self go man take a sigh, and move on. Life is gonna through you curveballs and your gonna get hit in the balls by those curveballs life has a mean arm. But when that happens just take and sigh because thats all you can do to life that worth it. Dont get pissed unless its a really good reason and it wasnt life it was your roommate who pissed you off.
Sean
It’s sad, really.
This is the only aperture for my depression.
You people know me better than I know myself.
You know that my despondency is nothing new.
And I only know that when I’m finished with this,
the name you perceive at the footing of this paragraph will be fraudulent…
So I’m sorry.
John
i sigh. i breathe in deep as i feel the pressure building up behind my eyes. like dark clouds before the worst storm of the season. i scream. it’s silence. like black static. can you hear my sigh once more? i don’t feel myself anymore.
Cholera
A release of emotion via exhaling
anonymous
I want you to love me like I love you. I want you to smile when you hear my name. Maybe I’m too young. Maybe I love her. She loved me too, sometimes. But no one really cares. So with a sigh, it’s over.
Barnaby
A word that expresses so much: frustration, anger, ecstasy, satisfaction. One simple output of air, yet, so much.
TB
as away of relieving the pain in my chest.You betraied my trust.
maya
i’m exhausted. i can’t wait to sleep. and dream. and be normal again. and i dont want to see LA for a while. or traffic. but i’m grateful. and blessed. so so blessed.
mindy
She pulled herself off the railing and wandered towards the fences. “I don’t know how much longer I can listen to that man play the guitar for. Every time he reaches a chorus the key changes a few tones higher.” The man with the guitar was straining now. Soon only the dogs could hear him.
crabmuffins
She glowed in the moonlight. I kissed her. She smiled, and I smiled back, and we were happy. She changed. I changed. I loved her. I think. But that doesn’t matter. And it’s over.
She doesn’t even return my calls.
She’s beautiful.
So I sigh.
Yakob
sighing
fucking
flying
kissing
zippers
bracing
sheets
whispers
moans
echoes
bliss
throbbing
pounding
passion
red
thumping
bursting
biting
licking
digging
scratching
pain
pain
pain
pain
pain
bliss
love
hatred
beauty
joy
tears
together
Samantha
Sighing flying soaring, above above, look, over there now. Away, she flies, she’s pure bliss, her depression – gone. Her troubles – even more gone. her feelings, her thoughts…whisked away with the wind. sighing flying soaring dipping screaming crashing falling burning aching dying dying dying dead, nevermind. It’s back, it’s all back, it’s coming to get her. It’s back. it engulfs her…takes her…she’s gone.
Samantha
Sigh. A perfect reminder of a very sexual experience. Together, fingers entwined under a starry night sky, lying in the grass. Fingers caressing a throat at the remembrance of that night, perhaps a month or two later when all hope for a repeat has left and what remains is the crystallized memory of that one night.
Leon Hart
I sighed heavily as the weights just dropped onto my shoulders. My sister was having a phone conversation with my narcissistic father, on the verge of tears because he’d just told her that he doesn’t care. About what, I wasn’t sure, but just to hear that from him, those three words…just confirmed all of our beliefs about him. He really didn’t care about us. I sighed once more and grabbed the key to my stash, desperate for some sort of relief.
Sigh… the first thing that i do when entering this page, its not because i dont like it, its because it kinda exposes my lack of imagination and all that, but well, here i am writing, so i’m trying to get over that….
he let out a SIGH as she hugged her jacket tighter around herself. why was she still so stubborn?
well, it didn’t matter anymore. he said the words and there was nothing he could do to take them back.
sigh of contentment? Sigh of weariness?
I am making red velvet cookies with cream cheese frosting. Will I sigh with delight or disappointment? It’d better be the former, if I have enough money to bake stuff I don’t actually need, you know? I mean, not to get preachy or anything, but one does have to count one’s blessings.
A sound I make when I think ahead too far. When I think and I see the end of a conversation and I know how it will go and what will be said.
I wonder.
He looked at her once again, as he clicked the shutter. Somehow, after all of those times, she never failed to make his heart skip a beat, never failed to take his breath away. “Remarkable,” he said to himself.
I sighed, with every breathe I took, I was one step away from loving you. That was my goal, my end all of end all. If I could get over my thoughts and feelings for you I would be happy. It seems that all these 60 second typefest are about you, I hope one day that they are not. That will be the best day of my life. I cannot wait.
The breath somehow escapes his notice but not mine, which is strange as the air is passing through HIS lips. There is no sound at all only the feeling of sound like the vibration against skin, like the movement between fingers like the pressure of unseen things.
I think about the sun setting over the ocean. The beautiful orange hues mixed with the pink and violet swipes of a paintbrush. Waves of heat shimmer in the water, swimming away in sleepiness.
i sighed with content as the last leaf fell from the last tree of autumn. and the last unicorn sighed as the butterfly landed on her nose and begin to sing trendy pop songs, while adjusting his sunglasses. the world sighed and it rippled gently through all seven seas.
relief. frustration. anger. sorrow. sadness. drained. tired. bewilderment. amazement.
“Last night was fun,” you said with a sigh.
I’m so tired of hearing that last night was fun. I’m so tired of you saying the same thing every morning. I hate that you keep acting like you don’t remember what happened between us. Last night was far more than just fun. Last night was fate.
We are fate.
The clouds breathe one last heavy sigh as they move out, on, and over. That little, yet everlasting gust of wind dies down. What was once violent and fast is nothing more than a memory as it fades, travelling over the mountains never to return once more.
She sigh as the car disappeared over the horizon and she turned to go back into the house. The door shut quietly behind her and she took off her coat. The cat wandered by but paid her little attention.
“I want a milkshake, NOW!” Emmy demanded, I sighed in defeat, I knew when I’d been beat.
I looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. What a day it’s been, from work to home again. My family has been waiting for me and I have been waiting to greet them with open arms. I know Leo got the promotion at work and that Anna has been working on her project for school. Even though it’s raining outside, I can’t help but sigh; everything is finally coming together. I have waited for this solitary moment my entire life and I thank God for all that I’ve been given. It’s amazing how much work has been put into this world and I can’t help but sigh.
a deep breath. exhaust. relief. disappointment. melted. anxious. sorrow. excitement. taken away. confusion.
ohh boyyy. what a tireing day. school wa boring adn im rired. theres nothing to do at all. i cant waite to go home. the kids on the buss are a major pain. i want to go homeeeeeeeeee. i wish this busride could go faster. i doupt that it ever will tough.
she sighed when the stick turned blue. only rubbing it in so much more, I’m barren. what a bitch.
i sighed at the disco, with no other in the room to hear me. the sigh echoed in my ears at the same tempo as my heartbeat. i wanted to be elsewhere, and fast. there were no doors.
an emotion in a single breath. all emotions. love = sigh. frustration = sigh. empathy = sigh… and so on. i feel the sigh before it comes, and ache for it after it leaves my lips.
Sighs mean many things. Happiness, wistfulness, sadness, but you never know which. It’s a complicated yet simple act, you never know what people mean when they sigh. I sigh too much, but not enough. Maybe I should be less cryptic.
I sigh.
I’m tired. I’m so done with school, with EVERYTHING.
but really, I’m not tired of you at all.
I’ve just gotten started with you, and so really, I think you should stay with me for at least a little bit longer.
I love you with my whole heart,
and really,
I believe that you love me with all of yours.
Stop thinking so hard beautiful!
Just…
listen to your heart, and come love me again <3
i was sighing into the grey black crapola place. the air was strong with the smell of sulfur. and cow milk.
Act like I exist, dollface.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy the anonymity of my life,
It’s that I want you to see me, and say “Hey there.”
Nobody else matters, really. I could go a lifetime without them, if you’d just smile for me every once in a while.
My time’s up in more ways than one, but I stopped caring a long time ago. I don’t need to prove to anyone that what we did was real.
So act like I exist, dollface.
And stop with the sighing.
I already sighed enough today.
Oh how i sigh all alone at night. I hate the lonliness I feel. It is saddening to know that others in the world have it so much better than me, then others who have it so much worse. Sigh. It’s all I can do to get my mind off of the tragedy that fills my life. I wish you could know it.
Let your self go man take a sigh, and move on. Life is gonna through you curveballs and your gonna get hit in the balls by those curveballs life has a mean arm. But when that happens just take and sigh because thats all you can do to life that worth it. Dont get pissed unless its a really good reason and it wasnt life it was your roommate who pissed you off.
It’s sad, really.
This is the only aperture for my depression.
You people know me better than I know myself.
You know that my despondency is nothing new.
And I only know that when I’m finished with this,
the name you perceive at the footing of this paragraph will be fraudulent…
So I’m sorry.
i sigh. i breathe in deep as i feel the pressure building up behind my eyes. like dark clouds before the worst storm of the season. i scream. it’s silence. like black static. can you hear my sigh once more? i don’t feel myself anymore.
A release of emotion via exhaling
I want you to love me like I love you. I want you to smile when you hear my name. Maybe I’m too young. Maybe I love her. She loved me too, sometimes. But no one really cares. So with a sigh, it’s over.
A word that expresses so much: frustration, anger, ecstasy, satisfaction. One simple output of air, yet, so much.
as away of relieving the pain in my chest.You betraied my trust.
i’m exhausted. i can’t wait to sleep. and dream. and be normal again. and i dont want to see LA for a while. or traffic. but i’m grateful. and blessed. so so blessed.
She pulled herself off the railing and wandered towards the fences. “I don’t know how much longer I can listen to that man play the guitar for. Every time he reaches a chorus the key changes a few tones higher.” The man with the guitar was straining now. Soon only the dogs could hear him.
She glowed in the moonlight. I kissed her. She smiled, and I smiled back, and we were happy. She changed. I changed. I loved her. I think. But that doesn’t matter. And it’s over.
She doesn’t even return my calls.
She’s beautiful.
So I sigh.
sighing
fucking
flying
kissing
zippers
bracing
sheets
whispers
moans
echoes
bliss
throbbing
pounding
passion
red
thumping
bursting
biting
licking
digging
scratching
pain
pain
pain
pain
pain
bliss
love
hatred
beauty
joy
tears
together
Sighing flying soaring, above above, look, over there now. Away, she flies, she’s pure bliss, her depression – gone. Her troubles – even more gone. her feelings, her thoughts…whisked away with the wind. sighing flying soaring dipping screaming crashing falling burning aching dying dying dying dead, nevermind. It’s back, it’s all back, it’s coming to get her. It’s back. it engulfs her…takes her…she’s gone.
Sigh. A perfect reminder of a very sexual experience. Together, fingers entwined under a starry night sky, lying in the grass. Fingers caressing a throat at the remembrance of that night, perhaps a month or two later when all hope for a repeat has left and what remains is the crystallized memory of that one night.
I sighed heavily as the weights just dropped onto my shoulders. My sister was having a phone conversation with my narcissistic father, on the verge of tears because he’d just told her that he doesn’t care. About what, I wasn’t sure, but just to hear that from him, those three words…just confirmed all of our beliefs about him. He really didn’t care about us. I sighed once more and grabbed the key to my stash, desperate for some sort of relief.