Stalling, running away from what I knew was an unavoidable destiny. I knew that someday our hands would be intertwined and that with the same sentence everything would be different. But alas, all I did was stall.
Cristelita
THE REASON I DIDN’T WRITE MORE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF WHAT IT MADE ME REALLY THINK. ABOUT THE BOY, THE BOY WE ALL THE KNOW. THE MAN. JUST A MAN. LIKE ALL OF US.
DREWMADCHICKEN
keep waiting, waiting
and it will all come soon
I’ll keep waiting, waiting
and continue to lose
Josh Miller
stall
joe
Why do I keep stalling this? I know that he’s liked me for forever, but it’s not just a relationship with him that I was avoiding. It’s every relationship. I don’t know whether to keep waiting for that perfect guy, or to truely give up because he doesn’t exist maybe? I just want to scream the the heavens “Why” to so many questions, but most of all, I want answers.
M.Rosalee
The stall door was hanging open on its hinges. It creaked as it swayed, the wind that felt gentle on my skin strong enough to move the steel. The light above the stall was broken and flickered occasionally. Every time it did I thought I saw something in the shadows. But no. He was long gone. The best part was I didn’t see any blood. But that didn’t mean he was okay, and my heart couldn’t seem to slow down.
Juniper
I stalling the inevitable. Just waiting so somehow the pain just disappears.
How I hate getting my mouth drilled into.
Like an ore looking for precious metal.
The only metal you’ll find in there is the rusted iron from the previous filling.
Sowmiya
He sat before the takoyaki stall. The octopus behind cooking the balls seemed rather strange, but he himself wasn’t a fishman, so who was he to critisize what they cooked and if it were perhaps some strange form of cannibalism. He shrugged, the hot balls smelled delicious and it’d been far too long since he’d had a decent meal. He took the tray with the sauce drizzled snacks and ate.
Tony Veraun
I sit in the stall, awaiting the deposit to fall. I think about the day, wondering if I’m making the right choices. I wonder if the future holds all the joys and wonders I hoping for. I sit here thinking for a while, and then its done. I emerge from this stall, my cage of thought, and face the world again.
J
Stalling is like beating around the bush; useful at times, but equally often, a load of crap. Stalling is just a fancy version of procrastinating, just like beating around the bush is a fancy way of not saying what you need to say. So quit it, alright? Stop stalling and just fuck me.
chexala
horses, don’t tell, hay, pasture, time, out of time help
Molly
You can stall the moment…but for how long is the question? You cant be in denial forever. It hits you and you have to move on and perhaps that is for the best in the long term. Or is that just a way of reconciliation? The world makes you fee like a loser.
buzzy
The bathroom didn’t stop him, nor did the barn. What did slow him down was the idea that after all of these silly obstacles, he would see her, and she would be expencting an answer. What would he say? He had to think of something to buy himself some time before the plane flew overhead with the words attached: “Marry me, Wanda.”
TSteacy
The was a moment in time where I couldn’t thing could not act. There was nothing I could to about it. I had no where to go. I was looking for any excuse to not do anything. and excuse to keep going backwards rather than forwards. I couldn’t do anything. now I could only wonder how to stop the stalling habit.
Allison
I dont like to stall. It makes me feel as though I hiding something. Unless it is my car that I stalling. That makes me feel exposed. Strange, isn’t it? That one word can make you feel both hidden and exposed? Both guilty and embarassed? Well, I guess a lot of things can make you feel guilty and embarassed.
J
Stall for time!
You’re dying, you’re dying.
Even as you read this (agent of change)
I’m lying (laughing) I’m lying.
Or I?
You’re not living here, you’re congealing.
Grace
I feel like I’m in a quarterlife crisis, and all you feel is stalled by your own inequities, like what good did my education ever do me? Why did I even bother? I thought I went to school so I wouldn’t be stuck waitressing, living in my mom’s basement. I just want to know when my life is going to start happening. I get really worried that this is just gonna be it. That this is it for the rest of time.
Lacey
So ugly you belong in a stall.
I prefer to use the stall when going to the bathroom, prefer the privacy and the toilet paper.
Christian
How are you?
I love your shoes.
How are you?
They’re gorgeous.
You’re stalling.
I’m stalling?
Yeah, you are.
Oh. How are you, anyway?
I’m all right. How are you?
I love your shoes.
Anonymous
bathrooms are disgusting in public, i hate feeling liek i’m being watched by some creepy old mad stroking his knuckles and wondering when you’re going to be finished so he can resume thinking about preteen asian girls and masturbate. really, that’s kind of fucked up to have to deal with when you’re trying to take a piss.
Anonymous
It’s all about denial, really. It’s a constant avoidance of what is really there, REALLY there, in all its fury. Yep, it’s there, and you are stalling in acknowleding its presence. How silly. Does it do you any good, ANY good???
Joelle
is what i’m doing right now. Where I will go tomorrow morning
Rick
dirty smelly and on the wall with yellow goozing all over it. the bathroom stall….
Nichole and Pete
here i with kierkegaard staring at me
from the back of Works of Love
here i, a human with such potential
for love yet so unwilling to share it
except for those i feel can make me happy.
stalling
i cant even move
Z
my friend drives like a fucker. he is so scatter
brained its ridiculous. im afaid im gonna die when im with him. it really pisses me off. whatevs. my asian friend is way worse
Anonymous
i have never used this tactic, in love. If you stall you will miss what is coming right at you. i cant stall now i only have.
nate the great
I hate being in a bathroom stall when some one else is pooping. I not uncomfortable. I just feel bad because I know that they feel awkward with me there. I
Anonymous
“Wait! Think about this a second. Are you sure you really REALLY want to do this? I mean, sure. I stole state secrets. Sure. I sold them to the terrorists. Sure. The terrorists are probably gonna use them against us. But still…NOW!”
My interrogator fell dead. I was untied, and made a hasty escape.
Luke!
She hid in the bathroom stall, feet tucked up under her so nobody would see. But when her friends came in after her, they could hear her sobbing anyway. “Come out of there,” they called. “He’s only one boy.”
“He was THE boy!” she called back.
Liane
I stall for time as I distract him. He wasn’t supposed to find out as we stand outside my apartment.
I hear the rustling of papers and the rushing to put on clothes as I frantically try to lead him back down the stairs.
The sin I committed could never be found out, least by the likes of him.
Jenni
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to my mind. I opened my mouth, waiting for soemthing to spill out. Something. Anything.
“I love you.”
Shoot…
Why did I think ‘anything’…
I bowed my head in defeat, trying not to look him in the eye.
“I love you too,” he said back, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
My heart raced.
Ampizzle
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to my mind. I opened my mouth, waiting for soemthing to spill out. Something. Anything.
“I love you.”
Shoot…
Why did I think ‘anything’…
I bowed my head in defeat, trying not to look him in the eye.
“I love you too,” he said back, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
My heart raced.
pizzle
She comes to the stall to ease her mind. The anger flows away as she sees him standing there. Tall, majestic, black coat shining as he whinnies his greeting.
Abby smiles at her horse and pats his neck affectionately. “You can always make me feel better,” she murmurs as she burrows in close to his comforting warmth.
Katie
horse stall. bathroom stall. carnival stall. try to not stall youself whmile writing. my car stalled the other day. engine problems
Rob
i love it when the stall of hand made goods come to town. i love to look at all there is to look at and on some occasion i like to buy somthing
braedon
Waited to long to have children. Oh well.
ukwench
there are in bathrooms, as well as it is something you do to give your self more time.
iro
bathroom. the ones in middle schools are so tiny that if i stand, i can almost see the other person next to me. how awkward. actually, i thought of a horse’s stable at first. i guess that isn’t a stall but it’s close. right?
lena
“we have to stall the train. Harry’s not on yet!” yelled Hermione.
“forget harry, we have to leave!” replied Ron.
“We’re prefects!”
“I don’t care! We’re waiting for harry!”
“Calm down guys, I’m right here.”
“oh haha, under your invisibility cloak”
anonymous
I can’t wait any longer.
This silence is all too much.
I need to do something.
Be something. Happy?
Procrastinate no more.
Hear our happiness.
Speak my mind.
Let time be my home.
I will stall no more.
Stalling, running away from what I knew was an unavoidable destiny. I knew that someday our hands would be intertwined and that with the same sentence everything would be different. But alas, all I did was stall.
THE REASON I DIDN’T WRITE MORE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE OF WHAT IT MADE ME REALLY THINK. ABOUT THE BOY, THE BOY WE ALL THE KNOW. THE MAN. JUST A MAN. LIKE ALL OF US.
keep waiting, waiting
and it will all come soon
I’ll keep waiting, waiting
and continue to lose
stall
Why do I keep stalling this? I know that he’s liked me for forever, but it’s not just a relationship with him that I was avoiding. It’s every relationship. I don’t know whether to keep waiting for that perfect guy, or to truely give up because he doesn’t exist maybe? I just want to scream the the heavens “Why” to so many questions, but most of all, I want answers.
The stall door was hanging open on its hinges. It creaked as it swayed, the wind that felt gentle on my skin strong enough to move the steel. The light above the stall was broken and flickered occasionally. Every time it did I thought I saw something in the shadows. But no. He was long gone. The best part was I didn’t see any blood. But that didn’t mean he was okay, and my heart couldn’t seem to slow down.
I stalling the inevitable. Just waiting so somehow the pain just disappears.
How I hate getting my mouth drilled into.
Like an ore looking for precious metal.
The only metal you’ll find in there is the rusted iron from the previous filling.
He sat before the takoyaki stall. The octopus behind cooking the balls seemed rather strange, but he himself wasn’t a fishman, so who was he to critisize what they cooked and if it were perhaps some strange form of cannibalism. He shrugged, the hot balls smelled delicious and it’d been far too long since he’d had a decent meal. He took the tray with the sauce drizzled snacks and ate.
I sit in the stall, awaiting the deposit to fall. I think about the day, wondering if I’m making the right choices. I wonder if the future holds all the joys and wonders I hoping for. I sit here thinking for a while, and then its done. I emerge from this stall, my cage of thought, and face the world again.
Stalling is like beating around the bush; useful at times, but equally often, a load of crap. Stalling is just a fancy version of procrastinating, just like beating around the bush is a fancy way of not saying what you need to say. So quit it, alright? Stop stalling and just fuck me.
horses, don’t tell, hay, pasture, time, out of time help
You can stall the moment…but for how long is the question? You cant be in denial forever. It hits you and you have to move on and perhaps that is for the best in the long term. Or is that just a way of reconciliation? The world makes you fee like a loser.
The bathroom didn’t stop him, nor did the barn. What did slow him down was the idea that after all of these silly obstacles, he would see her, and she would be expencting an answer. What would he say? He had to think of something to buy himself some time before the plane flew overhead with the words attached: “Marry me, Wanda.”
The was a moment in time where I couldn’t thing could not act. There was nothing I could to about it. I had no where to go. I was looking for any excuse to not do anything. and excuse to keep going backwards rather than forwards. I couldn’t do anything. now I could only wonder how to stop the stalling habit.
I dont like to stall. It makes me feel as though I hiding something. Unless it is my car that I stalling. That makes me feel exposed. Strange, isn’t it? That one word can make you feel both hidden and exposed? Both guilty and embarassed? Well, I guess a lot of things can make you feel guilty and embarassed.
Stall for time!
You’re dying, you’re dying.
Even as you read this (agent of change)
I’m lying (laughing) I’m lying.
Or I?
You’re not living here, you’re congealing.
I feel like I’m in a quarterlife crisis, and all you feel is stalled by your own inequities, like what good did my education ever do me? Why did I even bother? I thought I went to school so I wouldn’t be stuck waitressing, living in my mom’s basement. I just want to know when my life is going to start happening. I get really worried that this is just gonna be it. That this is it for the rest of time.
So ugly you belong in a stall.
I prefer to use the stall when going to the bathroom, prefer the privacy and the toilet paper.
How are you?
I love your shoes.
How are you?
They’re gorgeous.
You’re stalling.
I’m stalling?
Yeah, you are.
Oh. How are you, anyway?
I’m all right. How are you?
I love your shoes.
bathrooms are disgusting in public, i hate feeling liek i’m being watched by some creepy old mad stroking his knuckles and wondering when you’re going to be finished so he can resume thinking about preteen asian girls and masturbate. really, that’s kind of fucked up to have to deal with when you’re trying to take a piss.
It’s all about denial, really. It’s a constant avoidance of what is really there, REALLY there, in all its fury. Yep, it’s there, and you are stalling in acknowleding its presence. How silly. Does it do you any good, ANY good???
is what i’m doing right now. Where I will go tomorrow morning
dirty smelly and on the wall with yellow goozing all over it. the bathroom stall….
here i with kierkegaard staring at me
from the back of Works of Love
here i, a human with such potential
for love yet so unwilling to share it
except for those i feel can make me happy.
stalling
i cant even move
my friend drives like a fucker. he is so scatter
brained its ridiculous. im afaid im gonna die when im with him. it really pisses me off. whatevs. my asian friend is way worse
i have never used this tactic, in love. If you stall you will miss what is coming right at you. i cant stall now i only have.
I hate being in a bathroom stall when some one else is pooping. I not uncomfortable. I just feel bad because I know that they feel awkward with me there. I
“Wait! Think about this a second. Are you sure you really REALLY want to do this? I mean, sure. I stole state secrets. Sure. I sold them to the terrorists. Sure. The terrorists are probably gonna use them against us. But still…NOW!”
My interrogator fell dead. I was untied, and made a hasty escape.
She hid in the bathroom stall, feet tucked up under her so nobody would see. But when her friends came in after her, they could hear her sobbing anyway. “Come out of there,” they called. “He’s only one boy.”
“He was THE boy!” she called back.
I stall for time as I distract him. He wasn’t supposed to find out as we stand outside my apartment.
I hear the rustling of papers and the rushing to put on clothes as I frantically try to lead him back down the stairs.
The sin I committed could never be found out, least by the likes of him.
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to my mind. I opened my mouth, waiting for soemthing to spill out. Something. Anything.
“I love you.”
Shoot…
Why did I think ‘anything’…
I bowed my head in defeat, trying not to look him in the eye.
“I love you too,” he said back, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
My heart raced.
I sat there, trying to think of something to say. Nothing came to my mind. I opened my mouth, waiting for soemthing to spill out. Something. Anything.
“I love you.”
Shoot…
Why did I think ‘anything’…
I bowed my head in defeat, trying not to look him in the eye.
“I love you too,” he said back, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on my cheek.
My heart raced.
She comes to the stall to ease her mind. The anger flows away as she sees him standing there. Tall, majestic, black coat shining as he whinnies his greeting.
Abby smiles at her horse and pats his neck affectionately. “You can always make me feel better,” she murmurs as she burrows in close to his comforting warmth.
horse stall. bathroom stall. carnival stall. try to not stall youself whmile writing. my car stalled the other day. engine problems
i love it when the stall of hand made goods come to town. i love to look at all there is to look at and on some occasion i like to buy somthing
Waited to long to have children. Oh well.
there are in bathrooms, as well as it is something you do to give your self more time.
bathroom. the ones in middle schools are so tiny that if i stand, i can almost see the other person next to me. how awkward. actually, i thought of a horse’s stable at first. i guess that isn’t a stall but it’s close. right?
“we have to stall the train. Harry’s not on yet!” yelled Hermione.
“forget harry, we have to leave!” replied Ron.
“We’re prefects!”
“I don’t care! We’re waiting for harry!”
“Calm down guys, I’m right here.”
“oh haha, under your invisibility cloak”
I can’t wait any longer.
This silence is all too much.
I need to do something.
Be something. Happy?
Procrastinate no more.
Hear our happiness.
Speak my mind.
Let time be my home.
I will stall no more.