Be still my heart. Be still. Calm yourself. Why are you beating so rapidly? What has frightened you? Why, it’s love, something rarely seen and seldom lived.
don’t move, be still and all will come to you in the form of love an beauty, still, the idea of the unmoving body, stillness, like that of the sky before a storm, like that of a baby still to be born, still, the simple words of that which is so unmoving, so encased in ones single form, so anxious in waiting, still, a beautiful method, the process of meditation in its purest form, challenges the now, the constant movement, the constant energy, the constant way of like in motion, challenges time its self. stay still and you will be virtous, stay still and you will see things that those who are moving to fast are to ignorant to see, stay still and you will achieve what time cannot, what history has not, and what the future might never decode.
Alexa
As the door slowly opened, there was a haunting squeak which seemed to last forever. We were holding our breath, sitting as still as we could listening helplessly as the footsteps got closer, then, ka-boom! She was gone. Gone forever.
still means to be completely unmoved and unaffected by the environment around you and to be at peace
aidan
very very very very still. my body is being still except for my hands. i love being still. the word s-t-i-l-l means not moving. being still is not for impatient people.
Joy Brown
Still has two ells in it. IT is a really cool word faaarrrttttt. hello ha I didnt really mean to say faartt. caleb is really wierd
coltin
Standing, sitting with out a sound or movement. The house or place is silent. No one is talking or moving its with out a sound . Still… the time to be silent.
rachael
its wear you are motionless.
trinity Barrett
the atmosphere was still. Nobody was around. It was just empty. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Time stood still. I stood still. The wind blew, the sun shined, the birds chirped. Still. Everything stood still in this precious moment of time. Would I ever forget this? I certainly hope not.
Amy Dominguez
i still don’t understand what those two want fro me. whether they want me to be their best friend, or more than that. & how will they decide which one gets me, if one of them actually does.
i still don’t get those two. i just don’t.
i like being still in bed with him. when we’re laying there and there is a silence in between his breaths and mine. the stillness of his hand in mine when we lay there and i pretend to sleep but really im going insane wanting to kiss him
eillek
sit. do nothing. dream. still do it. and forget. and start again. don’t leave it.
tauh
My book is staying still. until I pick it up and read it.
I lay still, staring up into the darkness, thinking about everything. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t have anything to lament over. I wasn’t the same person I had been last year. I wasn’t horribly broken and potentially irreparable. My life held but a wisp of the melancholy from my past, and although I wanted to channel it and pity my old self, I couldn’t. That girl no longer existed, giving no one the opportunity to cry for her. Maybe it was for the best; she was never the greatest version of me.
my mind is still
i am still the same girl i was when i was just so little and naive
the stillness of my memory:
it is locked in its place in my mind
not to be touched
but it is still there
in there somewhere
i just can’t find it
i still want more
i still can see beauty
although corruption temporarily blinded me
I still feel the same. No matter how much people said I’ve changed. I feel like I am still the same person. My friends act different towards me now. I dont like that. I have feelings.. and i dont like for me to be judged because of something that i STILL dont know that i did. I just wish that i could have my life back again.
Krystina
be still my love my baby my child be still and wait for the calling the calling that will take us from this place and this world into one more beautiful than we could ever imagine one made especially for us and our souls for which we must wait and be still
Stand still. Stop twitching. You need to stop being so disruptive. Please leave now. People cannot think with you in here. Stand still!
Erin
still there is time to do the things you would like to do. Having sounded redundant. I cannot stress enough the time we have is critical. We need to do everything we can in order to fulfill our life and to live like we would have wanted to live.
thompson
Be still and know that I am God.
Why don’t we ever take the time to sit and be still? To let go of stress, worry, fears. In the stillness we find rest, but most importantly we hear from our Creator. Our Father. In the busyness of life he gets shoved aside, no matter how hard I try. It’s the times when I sit, in the stillness, in the silence, where I feel him touch my heart. Where I hear his voice and my life is brought to a point of peace.
haley q
still. I sit still a lot. Stillness is what helps me be sain. It keeps me calm. We always have movement around us and its nice when we don’t have to be typing or walking, eating or watching. We just get to be still. We can understand the world better when we are still.
Hailey Voorhees
still i sit here and wait for all these people to come and get their shirts. it makes me mad that i am still waiting, still wishing and still hoping that we would be able to make more of a difference then just sell and pass out shirts. i feel let down when i realize all that money is going to what, more shirts. still i do it. but why? i just talked to mallory, hearing all about the boys that have been lost and been put away for something so simple.they still need clothes, still need shirts and still need love.
shannon
when I sit still no one sees me. I am still, lifeless almost, a statue in the dark. Glued to my seat I sit. Waiting to move.
still i imagined it would have been a little brighter here. don’t get me wrong, i’m not ungrateful to be here. not everyone gets to live on the coast. but i still can’t shake the gloom that followed me out to the edge of the sea..
meredith
I try to sit still but never can. It seems to be beyond my control. I’m always fidgeting, I can never stay idle. Keeping busy is a good thing, but not when you’re micromanaging it.
I lay still in the empty house, hoping that he won’t see through the window, hoping, that he doesn’t find the bad inside him. Now i have began to think about what might happen if he can manage to find the anger, but doesn’t find the courage to find the house where that all will begin. maybe he will have so much inside him, he will find another emotion that will hurt him even more. i don’t know what will happen i don’t want to know either but that is in the future and i can’t control that. i can’t bear it any more i have to go my self, but, i still am hear by myself i am still .
The orbs light up and give sight to the world. Tangles of limbs climb out of the mass of heat, slamming down on the screeching demon. The frost all around is almost tangible. Shuffling can be heard as the heavy limbs move up and into the beckoning kitchen. The night has passed in an instant, and the morning has come. I grab the bowl and pour myself some cereal. I ponder the accomplishment of the previous day, and make my plans for this new one. Fog can be seen sweeping across the lawn. All is still.
Nothing moved. There was not a sound. The trees stood like dark shadows all around me, utterly still. The night air was eerily silent and the only light was that of the silvery moon shining like an orb in the heavens above.
Be still my heart. Be still. Calm yourself. Why are you beating so rapidly? What has frightened you? Why, it’s love, something rarely seen and seldom lived.
don’t move, be still and all will come to you in the form of love an beauty, still, the idea of the unmoving body, stillness, like that of the sky before a storm, like that of a baby still to be born, still, the simple words of that which is so unmoving, so encased in ones single form, so anxious in waiting, still, a beautiful method, the process of meditation in its purest form, challenges the now, the constant movement, the constant energy, the constant way of like in motion, challenges time its self. stay still and you will be virtous, stay still and you will see things that those who are moving to fast are to ignorant to see, stay still and you will achieve what time cannot, what history has not, and what the future might never decode.
As the door slowly opened, there was a haunting squeak which seemed to last forever. We were holding our breath, sitting as still as we could listening helplessly as the footsteps got closer, then, ka-boom! She was gone. Gone forever.
the zebra was very still when the tiger attacked it and its grandmother because they seemed like easy prey.
still is the time to be quite. Still is the bet time to write.
when you are just sitting or standing with out doing nothing. when the house has no sound and no one is moving like the house has no one in it…
frozen, not any movement, matter stops
i am still waiting for my brother to give me a turn on the computer.
wow that guy is still flying i hope he will be ok “fALLING FALLING FALLING”SPLAT
i could stay steel on the sit
still means to be completely unmoved and unaffected by the environment around you and to be at peace
very very very very still. my body is being still except for my hands. i love being still. the word s-t-i-l-l means not moving. being still is not for impatient people.
Still has two ells in it. IT is a really cool word faaarrrttttt. hello ha I didnt really mean to say faartt. caleb is really wierd
Standing, sitting with out a sound or movement. The house or place is silent. No one is talking or moving its with out a sound . Still… the time to be silent.
its wear you are motionless.
the atmosphere was still. Nobody was around. It was just empty. I didn’t know what to do with myself. Time stood still. I stood still. The wind blew, the sun shined, the birds chirped. Still. Everything stood still in this precious moment of time. Would I ever forget this? I certainly hope not.
i still don’t understand what those two want fro me. whether they want me to be their best friend, or more than that. & how will they decide which one gets me, if one of them actually does.
i still don’t get those two. i just don’t.
I am still standing. He is still standing in the cold hard rain.
i like being still in bed with him. when we’re laying there and there is a silence in between his breaths and mine. the stillness of his hand in mine when we lay there and i pretend to sleep but really im going insane wanting to kiss him
sit. do nothing. dream. still do it. and forget. and start again. don’t leave it.
My book is staying still. until I pick it up and read it.
I lay still, staring up into the darkness, thinking about everything. I wanted to cry, but I didn’t have anything to lament over. I wasn’t the same person I had been last year. I wasn’t horribly broken and potentially irreparable. My life held but a wisp of the melancholy from my past, and although I wanted to channel it and pity my old self, I couldn’t. That girl no longer existed, giving no one the opportunity to cry for her. Maybe it was for the best; she was never the greatest version of me.
my mind is still
i am still the same girl i was when i was just so little and naive
the stillness of my memory:
it is locked in its place in my mind
not to be touched
but it is still there
in there somewhere
i just can’t find it
i still want more
i still can see beauty
although corruption temporarily blinded me
I still feel the same. No matter how much people said I’ve changed. I feel like I am still the same person. My friends act different towards me now. I dont like that. I have feelings.. and i dont like for me to be judged because of something that i STILL dont know that i did. I just wish that i could have my life back again.
be still my love my baby my child be still and wait for the calling the calling that will take us from this place and this world into one more beautiful than we could ever imagine one made especially for us and our souls for which we must wait and be still
I am so you are – who will be the first to run?
Stand still. Stop twitching. You need to stop being so disruptive. Please leave now. People cannot think with you in here. Stand still!
still there is time to do the things you would like to do. Having sounded redundant. I cannot stress enough the time we have is critical. We need to do everything we can in order to fulfill our life and to live like we would have wanted to live.
Be still and know that I am God.
Why don’t we ever take the time to sit and be still? To let go of stress, worry, fears. In the stillness we find rest, but most importantly we hear from our Creator. Our Father. In the busyness of life he gets shoved aside, no matter how hard I try. It’s the times when I sit, in the stillness, in the silence, where I feel him touch my heart. Where I hear his voice and my life is brought to a point of peace.
still. I sit still a lot. Stillness is what helps me be sain. It keeps me calm. We always have movement around us and its nice when we don’t have to be typing or walking, eating or watching. We just get to be still. We can understand the world better when we are still.
still i sit here and wait for all these people to come and get their shirts. it makes me mad that i am still waiting, still wishing and still hoping that we would be able to make more of a difference then just sell and pass out shirts. i feel let down when i realize all that money is going to what, more shirts. still i do it. but why? i just talked to mallory, hearing all about the boys that have been lost and been put away for something so simple.they still need clothes, still need shirts and still need love.
when I sit still no one sees me. I am still, lifeless almost, a statue in the dark. Glued to my seat I sit. Waiting to move.
Sit still. Teachers always told me. Why can’t you just sit still? My answer inside my brain was: I am not a statue. I am a living breathing being.
still i imagined it would have been a little brighter here. don’t get me wrong, i’m not ungrateful to be here. not everyone gets to live on the coast. but i still can’t shake the gloom that followed me out to the edge of the sea..
I try to sit still but never can. It seems to be beyond my control. I’m always fidgeting, I can never stay idle. Keeping busy is a good thing, but not when you’re micromanaging it.
I lay still in the empty house, hoping that he won’t see through the window, hoping, that he doesn’t find the bad inside him. Now i have began to think about what might happen if he can manage to find the anger, but doesn’t find the courage to find the house where that all will begin. maybe he will have so much inside him, he will find another emotion that will hurt him even more. i don’t know what will happen i don’t want to know either but that is in the future and i can’t control that. i can’t bear it any more i have to go my self, but, i still am hear by myself i am still .
Standing and waiting.
why are these people still staring at me(lights go out)……. HELP me its dark in here
The orbs light up and give sight to the world. Tangles of limbs climb out of the mass of heat, slamming down on the screeching demon. The frost all around is almost tangible. Shuffling can be heard as the heavy limbs move up and into the beckoning kitchen. The night has passed in an instant, and the morning has come. I grab the bowl and pour myself some cereal. I ponder the accomplishment of the previous day, and make my plans for this new one. Fog can be seen sweeping across the lawn. All is still.
Nothing moved. There was not a sound. The trees stood like dark shadows all around me, utterly still. The night air was eerily silent and the only light was that of the silvery moon shining like an orb in the heavens above.
I still don’t know.. :/ I just don’t know..