is nice to do after walking for a long time. However, if you sit for too long you will become lazy and fat. Sitting chairs are generally comfy and you can snuggle up in them while you watch all your favourite TV shows. When you’re ill a blanket is also necessary.
Mark
like standing only different, sometimes it hurts my bum when it is on hard surfaces. I like sitting on peoples knees and smelling their hair or chewing their beeds you can’t really do this when you are 27 at least not with out people starring at you.
Krystal_Knight
on a stool with my dog at my feet and he’s growling at the window because the cat next door is at the screen but its okay they never usually fight. well almost never. today is a good day chilln sitting on my stool. my stool i sit on is my stool i siyon. has it been 60 seconds yet?
dj
a girl sits in the chair of a doctors office, and nervously winds the loose string from her shirt around her fingers. she should feel more prepared for this but, her nerves have taken over. just as she closes her eyes to try and relax herself the assistant calls out her name.
Jamie
sitting at work is perhaps the worst thing one can do for overextended periods of time. your ass conforms to a seat and congeals to the daily grind of flickering screens and endless amounts of lonely blinks. the occasional trip to the water cooler is of little reprieve – yet one does get thirsty
bridget
i am sitting on this godforsaken chair. it makes me sit on my ass the whole day. i am drawn by its position: in front of the luminosity of the screen that tells me that I am about to enter a world of myself. of curiousity.
i like sitting
but sometimes i sit on my ass the whole day.
sigh.
no, really.
i think thats where ive gotten my stretch marks from
and that kills me
dan
chairs in a row, in the hot sun, no place to go, weddings and funerals
Zwyrthrop
Sitting is an art form. It takes patience, an awareness of yourself and insight into your own soul. Sitting whether it be on the porch, on a bench, near a lake or in someones lap can only truly be appreciated by those who know life.
Kevin Reilly
im sitting here in this room on this hard chair that is making my butt hurt, i really wish i could be sitting outside where the sun could shine over my face and i wouldn’t feel like i am wasting away indoors. the people behind me are talking bout albino people. i dont sit in groups like they do. i stay by myself.
stephanie
in the livingroom we had our meal, it was not that formal but still no one talked. Father there, mother there, sister there, me there, 4 of us held the sitting without saying. Just sitting.
Anonymous
On top of the soft cushions, the man, like a hells-angel santa clause, sat. He was slouched and wrinkled, much like the pillow which he sat on. A posture of regret, and forgiveness
Anonymous
Sitting…
I am sitting right now…
Why am I sitting?
I don’t really know…
Maybe I’ll try standing…
You know, I once stood in a stage and forgot my lines…
It was embarrassing but I restarted and I actually finished the poem.
Speaking of poems,
I love poems.
I create my own poems in fact…
I enjoy writing poems about a lot of stuff…
And I do so quickly too…
John Paul Inawat
There he was. Sitting there on the park bench, by the tree, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. His eyes looked up briefly and met mine; I was mesmerized. I am not the type to come on first, but my mind and body wouldn’t let me walk by without asking.
“Are those Bugle Boy Jeans you’re wearing?”
We both laughed.
Heather Vance
Sitting… waiting… always wondering what is going to happen… the edge of eternity never coming… always waiting and never receiving. waiting forever.
David Sutton
wen i was sitting beneath the tree, that was when it started. i could se people for as far as i could see . eah peson sitting in there own individual place, like they where put there for a reason. what that reason is i don’t know an to this day i still don’t. it’s a strange place sitting letin the wrld around you fill your head ith foughts.
ignotus
i am sitting in a chair. I am also eating an apple, while watching something on the computer. Oh wait, I am typing something on the computer and I am not eating an apple. There is a conversation going on about people who look famous people.
Benji Franklin
im sitting at my desk, sitting in a chair, listening to music and trying to work. sitting sucks. i’d rather stand. sitting on a porch swing is nice though, or a dock by the lake. sitting on a motorcycle would be fun too i suppose. :D sitting makes my bum numb.
Sandra
I was sitting under the tree of life and I saw. I saw before me a light, a shiny energy that engulfed my very being. It was quiet but loud. I then heard a voice that said. Life is a journey. Where are you going?
Danielle Vyas
A child sat in his room. His walls slowly bellowed out into nothingness. And then the light appeared. It was a warm light. A happy light. Grass sprung up all around our young child. He decided not to run in the grass, but to sit, and absorb it all in; for he knew that this was all a dream.
Jarico
I am sitting, which is better than standing, as long as you have something to do. There is nothing worse than just sitting with nothing to do.
lee holdridge
sitting pretty in the catbird seat
what a thing to do!
what a feat!
sitting
thinking
mulling over instead
all the thoughts that swirl about
inside my dizzy dizzy head
sitting with me
sitting, not alone
Sue Corey
On the beach, my feet in the sand, watching the ocean. The grand ocean ominous, deep, dark and wise. The sand feels cold, not yet warmed by the morning sun.
Monda
down in a pit full of dirt with the sun setting there really isn’t much to do. grass at the top, way out of reach now it’s getting soggy. sitting can’t turn around then I will get dirty, can’t stand up because I can’t reach sitting sitting getting tired the sun has pretty much set and the dirt above has started to come together over me now I feel black there isn’t anything else to see. I’m just sitting. Now, and in the future. sitting down with my legs out reaching, stretching never reaching anything
Joey C.
sitting sucks
well not sitting just the waiting
if i can sit and relax that’s great
but sitting to wait is like this social restriction
one feels so grounded and hopeless
ryaniscorriganis
O,sitting again.I had to do it again becouse i didn’t see that the time was up,sorry-i didn’t intent to cheat.
So,I was saying how much I love to seat on the sun with my head leaned back.
superstarr
Dang it. The same word again. Here I am sitting typing about the fact that I am sitting here wasting my day typing about nothing. Sitting. Urgg. There you go.
Me again.
I sit here and think about sitting like I never have before.
Thatcher
when you read your forget about the fact worlds and enter into the ideas world :)
dha
There was a cat sitting on the window. It was orange and it tilted its head slightly, I looked out the window. and then I saw it. I was quite amazed that there was actually something there, because cats always look outside the window and tilt there heads. But there it was, clear as day, a girl playing in our fountain. She was wearing tattered jeans and had mussed hair.
Melissa Annette
I am sitting at my desk. I hate sitting. I sit all day at work and then I go home and sit at the dinner table with my family and then I sit with my daughter and watch cartoons. On the weekends…I run. Sitting is like my invisible cage. I sit on the subway, sit in the car, sit at home, sit at work, sit sit sit sit sit. I HATE SITTING!!!!!!
Ginny
Are you sitting comfortably – then I will begin…
daymo
Iam sitting on the toilet seat and am enjoying it.Its the only ti
ram
Here I am… sitting… feeling guilty I’m not reading my girls a story… but they are watching BrainPop. Is that much of a substitute for a mother? Ok… here I go. Hugs and kisses all around for my two sweet girls. We do way too much sitting anyways.
Kittypride
i was sitting in a chair thinking about what to do, since I didnt find anything good to do, I just stayed there looking at the people passing by. I was just doing nothing sitting in that chair… at work.
nan
Thinking what could possibly come of me writing about one word. Sitting can be relaxing but it can also be uncomfortable. Sitting instead of doing.
Tisha
in a dark alley is a boy his name seems to be forgotten and things of his past rush up to him. He’s so lost. All he can do is cry and reach up to you. Where am I?! I need you! I love you! Why have you forgotten me. Then you reply… I am Here, and I love you.
Jenessa
under a tree. a sunny wood. no car no buildings no people. sunlight through the leaves.
Adrienne
on the chair with the headache, thnking about problesm and issues,exploring options to find fuds. Also sittig reminds me of Buddha inn his lotus position.eating f
hersh
i was just sitting there. that was always my excuse. it was something out of my control, happening around me. i didn’t even stand up. i was just sitting there. later on, my dorm neighbors would make fun of me for this. the two girls saw my life changing, and gave me hell. but in reality, i couldn’t help it. it’s just how the world worked, i guess.
Laura Kroeger
sometimes its good just to sit down with a head full of thoughts and ponder the complexities of the world. It helps if you have a large glass of ‘Christmas in a cup’ (insert favorite drink here) and possible a sharp pencil. This will enable you to sit for long periods of time thinking up the wonderous thoughts and engenious ideas. Try not to think too hard though, a mind is a terrible thing to waste sitting down.
is nice to do after walking for a long time. However, if you sit for too long you will become lazy and fat. Sitting chairs are generally comfy and you can snuggle up in them while you watch all your favourite TV shows. When you’re ill a blanket is also necessary.
like standing only different, sometimes it hurts my bum when it is on hard surfaces. I like sitting on peoples knees and smelling their hair or chewing their beeds you can’t really do this when you are 27 at least not with out people starring at you.
on a stool with my dog at my feet and he’s growling at the window because the cat next door is at the screen but its okay they never usually fight. well almost never. today is a good day chilln sitting on my stool. my stool i sit on is my stool i siyon. has it been 60 seconds yet?
a girl sits in the chair of a doctors office, and nervously winds the loose string from her shirt around her fingers. she should feel more prepared for this but, her nerves have taken over. just as she closes her eyes to try and relax herself the assistant calls out her name.
sitting at work is perhaps the worst thing one can do for overextended periods of time. your ass conforms to a seat and congeals to the daily grind of flickering screens and endless amounts of lonely blinks. the occasional trip to the water cooler is of little reprieve – yet one does get thirsty
i am sitting on this godforsaken chair. it makes me sit on my ass the whole day. i am drawn by its position: in front of the luminosity of the screen that tells me that I am about to enter a world of myself. of curiousity.
i like sitting
but sometimes i sit on my ass the whole day.
sigh.
no, really.
i think thats where ive gotten my stretch marks from
and that kills me
chairs in a row, in the hot sun, no place to go, weddings and funerals
Sitting is an art form. It takes patience, an awareness of yourself and insight into your own soul. Sitting whether it be on the porch, on a bench, near a lake or in someones lap can only truly be appreciated by those who know life.
im sitting here in this room on this hard chair that is making my butt hurt, i really wish i could be sitting outside where the sun could shine over my face and i wouldn’t feel like i am wasting away indoors. the people behind me are talking bout albino people. i dont sit in groups like they do. i stay by myself.
in the livingroom we had our meal, it was not that formal but still no one talked. Father there, mother there, sister there, me there, 4 of us held the sitting without saying. Just sitting.
On top of the soft cushions, the man, like a hells-angel santa clause, sat. He was slouched and wrinkled, much like the pillow which he sat on. A posture of regret, and forgiveness
Sitting…
I am sitting right now…
Why am I sitting?
I don’t really know…
Maybe I’ll try standing…
You know, I once stood in a stage and forgot my lines…
It was embarrassing but I restarted and I actually finished the poem.
Speaking of poems,
I love poems.
I create my own poems in fact…
I enjoy writing poems about a lot of stuff…
And I do so quickly too…
There he was. Sitting there on the park bench, by the tree, he was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. His eyes looked up briefly and met mine; I was mesmerized. I am not the type to come on first, but my mind and body wouldn’t let me walk by without asking.
“Are those Bugle Boy Jeans you’re wearing?”
We both laughed.
Sitting… waiting… always wondering what is going to happen… the edge of eternity never coming… always waiting and never receiving. waiting forever.
wen i was sitting beneath the tree, that was when it started. i could se people for as far as i could see . eah peson sitting in there own individual place, like they where put there for a reason. what that reason is i don’t know an to this day i still don’t. it’s a strange place sitting letin the wrld around you fill your head ith foughts.
i am sitting in a chair. I am also eating an apple, while watching something on the computer. Oh wait, I am typing something on the computer and I am not eating an apple. There is a conversation going on about people who look famous people.
im sitting at my desk, sitting in a chair, listening to music and trying to work. sitting sucks. i’d rather stand. sitting on a porch swing is nice though, or a dock by the lake. sitting on a motorcycle would be fun too i suppose. :D sitting makes my bum numb.
I was sitting under the tree of life and I saw. I saw before me a light, a shiny energy that engulfed my very being. It was quiet but loud. I then heard a voice that said. Life is a journey. Where are you going?
A child sat in his room. His walls slowly bellowed out into nothingness. And then the light appeared. It was a warm light. A happy light. Grass sprung up all around our young child. He decided not to run in the grass, but to sit, and absorb it all in; for he knew that this was all a dream.
I am sitting, which is better than standing, as long as you have something to do. There is nothing worse than just sitting with nothing to do.
sitting pretty in the catbird seat
what a thing to do!
what a feat!
sitting
thinking
mulling over instead
all the thoughts that swirl about
inside my dizzy dizzy head
sitting with me
sitting, not alone
On the beach, my feet in the sand, watching the ocean. The grand ocean ominous, deep, dark and wise. The sand feels cold, not yet warmed by the morning sun.
down in a pit full of dirt with the sun setting there really isn’t much to do. grass at the top, way out of reach now it’s getting soggy. sitting can’t turn around then I will get dirty, can’t stand up because I can’t reach sitting sitting getting tired the sun has pretty much set and the dirt above has started to come together over me now I feel black there isn’t anything else to see. I’m just sitting. Now, and in the future. sitting down with my legs out reaching, stretching never reaching anything
sitting sucks
well not sitting just the waiting
if i can sit and relax that’s great
but sitting to wait is like this social restriction
one feels so grounded and hopeless
O,sitting again.I had to do it again becouse i didn’t see that the time was up,sorry-i didn’t intent to cheat.
So,I was saying how much I love to seat on the sun with my head leaned back.
Dang it. The same word again. Here I am sitting typing about the fact that I am sitting here wasting my day typing about nothing. Sitting. Urgg. There you go.
I sit here and think about sitting like I never have before.
when you read your forget about the fact worlds and enter into the ideas world :)
There was a cat sitting on the window. It was orange and it tilted its head slightly, I looked out the window. and then I saw it. I was quite amazed that there was actually something there, because cats always look outside the window and tilt there heads. But there it was, clear as day, a girl playing in our fountain. She was wearing tattered jeans and had mussed hair.
I am sitting at my desk. I hate sitting. I sit all day at work and then I go home and sit at the dinner table with my family and then I sit with my daughter and watch cartoons. On the weekends…I run. Sitting is like my invisible cage. I sit on the subway, sit in the car, sit at home, sit at work, sit sit sit sit sit. I HATE SITTING!!!!!!
Are you sitting comfortably – then I will begin…
Iam sitting on the toilet seat and am enjoying it.Its the only ti
Here I am… sitting… feeling guilty I’m not reading my girls a story… but they are watching BrainPop. Is that much of a substitute for a mother? Ok… here I go. Hugs and kisses all around for my two sweet girls. We do way too much sitting anyways.
i was sitting in a chair thinking about what to do, since I didnt find anything good to do, I just stayed there looking at the people passing by. I was just doing nothing sitting in that chair… at work.
Thinking what could possibly come of me writing about one word. Sitting can be relaxing but it can also be uncomfortable. Sitting instead of doing.
in a dark alley is a boy his name seems to be forgotten and things of his past rush up to him. He’s so lost. All he can do is cry and reach up to you. Where am I?! I need you! I love you! Why have you forgotten me. Then you reply… I am Here, and I love you.
under a tree. a sunny wood. no car no buildings no people. sunlight through the leaves.
on the chair with the headache, thnking about problesm and issues,exploring options to find fuds. Also sittig reminds me of Buddha inn his lotus position.eating f
i was just sitting there. that was always my excuse. it was something out of my control, happening around me. i didn’t even stand up. i was just sitting there. later on, my dorm neighbors would make fun of me for this. the two girls saw my life changing, and gave me hell. but in reality, i couldn’t help it. it’s just how the world worked, i guess.
sometimes its good just to sit down with a head full of thoughts and ponder the complexities of the world. It helps if you have a large glass of ‘Christmas in a cup’ (insert favorite drink here) and possible a sharp pencil. This will enable you to sit for long periods of time thinking up the wonderous thoughts and engenious ideas. Try not to think too hard though, a mind is a terrible thing to waste sitting down.