It’s so hard to be still. Try it sometime. You won’t be able to, I guarantee it. Your body will move in small ways that you don’t usually notice, until you stop and you try. Stillness is not something that comes naturally to humans. But maybe it is a necessary thing to be, every once in a while.
snickerdoodle
“be still,” she whispered, trembling in fear with eyes wide and heart fluttering with the wings of a dying bird, “be still.” the world was still turning, the pain was still burning, and nothing was ever going to be wonderful again. there was an eerie and calm still surrounding the remains of the battlefield, something that would never be disturbed, never be breached, and would never be still in her heart.
Be still my typing fingers. Still, my mouth worked faster than my brain, which made for some good laughs! I am still here cracking myself up and wondering about the stillness outside that in no way mirrors the energy inside.
Still waiting for a sign about what college to go to. It is such a stressful decision. How am I supposed to know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Ugh, I hope I will know soon. But I can’t stay still.
annuit02
There’s something happening here, What it is ain’t exactly clear, there’s a man with a gun over there, telling me, i got to beware. Stop hey whats that sound everybody look what’s going ’round. Wow that doesn’t even have the word in it.. Still, I love that song.
the air around you is cold and unmoving. the wind in the trees is silent. the lake reflects the sky perfectly, making two moons and a thousand extra stars, doubling the night light. the animals are silent. the waves lapping the shore are the only movement, the only noise out side of your bated breath. there is a reason this place is called kolob.
taylor
She didn’t move. He didn’t move. The air fell silent, stopped playing with her hair. She stared at the surface of the lake, completely still, reflecting the clouds so heavy with rain they appeared not to be moving at all. She let out a breath.
I am still in this place. I am all alone. i need my friends. i need my family. i just need somebody. i am still here. stuck in time and wasted space. i am still here. i would go but i don’t know how
caroline
Still I wonder what the world was like before buildings, before all this civilization. I look out the window and see the world at a stand still. Still life. I wonder how many years these trees have seen and how much it has changed. Time and time again, season after season. Buds are born, leaves fall, and snow covers the land. Still, many things remain the same. Yet, many things change. In this moment, still life moment. I still wonder.
Sarah
A beach calm and quite. Soothing and bare, nothing at all. Beautiful and luscious, amazing views. And there is nothing new it’s all the same thing
Jessica
my mind the earth and all that I know. I strive for this in all that I do.
I try to instill this in others. It is my heart.
jamie
Do you really still want all this? After everything we’ve been through, after everything you’ve seen? After knowing how hard it’s going to be — do you really still want to try? I do.
Stewart
He was angry still. Nothing really dissipated as the steam rose from his red hot head. Instead, he just boiled over and spewed with a volcanic rage. It burned and seared all in front of him. No one will ever touch his cheese again.
i am in re. doing this as a form of procrastination. its fabulous really. like cheese on cracker. with mayo.
courtneythefish
I still don’t know if I want to say it. I know it’s just a word. A tiny word, really when you compare it to there great expanse of lexical possibilities that abounds in the world. But that little word can mean so much. And I think I can say it. I think it’s okay. It slips off easily on paper. It leaks out of my pen. But my tongue still wants to hold it back. I wonder if that’s bad.
Lisa
i am a chinese dancing horse look at my hooves of cress.
hooves.
cress.
courtneythefish
Just sit still. Don’t even move. Those were his directions that night. I sat in his basement with a blind fold around my eyes. I giggled. My boyfriend claimed that he was going to bring back the spirits of the people that once lived in this house. All the lights were off. The only thing illuminating that cold basement was a wax candle. I couldn’t see of course with the blind fold around my eyes. My boyfriend walked around me slowly. I heard something hit the floor with a clatter, like silverware. But bigger. Like…a knife? I giggled nervously as my boyfriend bent down to retrieve it. It sounded like a big knife.
“What are you doing?” I laughed nervously. My hands started to shake.
“Shush.” He told me quietly. I could feel him standing behind me. All of a sudden, the room became freezing, like something chilled passed through my body. I shivered.
“Do you feel it?” He asked me.
“I don’t know. What is it supposed to feel like?” I asked, becoming anxious.
“Kind of like…this.” I gasped and before I could say anything else, my body went limp and I feel from the wooden chair. The blindfold slid off of my forehead slowly. I saw a large knife drop to the floor, with red blood dripping down it, like wax of a burning candle. I suddenly smelt something of…blood. I saw a pool of maroon blood surround me.
“Help…” I stuttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear as I gasped for air. I suddenly tasted salt. I coughed, splattering the cold floor with blood. I heard my boyfriend snicker. My eyes fluttered closed, encasing me in darkness. My boyfriend blew out the candle and left. I let out a terrible moan, then there was nothing, but my dead body spread across the floor like a rag doll, remaining in that dark, cold basement forever.
After hitting the squat concrete wall that ringed the playground, the whole city seemed still. Then, the return blast wave sucked him away from the wall and tossed him to the other side of the playground. Meanwhile, a white hot flash seared everything like a photo flash from hell.
Why am I still trying? I’ll never be able to do enough.
Melissa
I still can’t fix it. I’m interrupting the integrity of it all in my pursuits. My futile pursuits. And yet i’m still trying.
Meghan
Am I still just one of those people? I thought we’d gotten past all of that. I guess not.
Trevor
I’m still embarrassed of what comes out of my head. That’s why I’m still busy doing this to cover all of it up instead of letting it be out there. Instead of letting everyone know this is me, this is what I think. I’m still working furiously to cover my tracks.
joanne
The answer is still yes.
Hannah
when everything is most still, I’m the most afraid of what’s to come.
Albert
you still just don’t get it.
Karen
Still. I still think about you every day. I think about you every night. As I’m lying alone in bed missing your body next to mine. Missing your arms around me, holding me tight, your warm breath on my neck and your hands down my back. I still need you more than anything, and it’s not getting any easier. And I still worry that it never will.
Elizabeth
Still hoping. Still wishing. Still worrying. Still laughing. Still loving. Still smiling. Still crying. Still alone. Still happy. Still holding on to what I can’t have/haven’t got. Still a dreamer. Still a kid. Still scared. Still curious. Still breathing, still living.
Gabby
I know its over yet I think about it still. I think about how it felt to know you were mine and I still wish you were. I still think about what it felt like with your lips on mine. I still think about you smiling at me from across the room. I still think about you.
She was so still as I stood over her. Her body limp at my feet, I began to weep. I couldn’t have done this. I couldn’t have been the murderer. Jumping to my knees, I shook her body.
“Wake up! Wake up!” I called. Still, her body lay limp. Please wake up, I recited in my head over and over again as I shook her slower and slower. Finally out of breath, I laid my head on her chest.
“I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry.” I whispered.
I am still. My life is still. I am non-moving. My life is non-moving. I am sessile. My life is sessile. And until I can find a way to move on, both my body and my mind are still.
Cristina
still. at the top of the hill.
i cant bring myself to breathe.
to take a single step.
to shed a freakin tear.
everywhere i look, everyone’s moving on like nothing happened.
and God.. i get so angry. so mad.
the green light will turn red soon… may be that’s when ill move.
may be then.
for now, i stand. for now, ill be a brick wall. ill stare into space until i find the will
for now, il just stand
STILL
I find it very hard to sit still. The concept of being still is a really weird thing….we never can actually be completely still. Think of all the involuntary movement that happen every second in our body; beating of our hearts, muscle flitches, eye movement….. Even inanimate objects are constantly moving because of their molecules. So really, is there even such a thing as being still?
Lola
She lays there. I look and walk around to the other side. Her chest rises and falls. I can breathe again knowing we share the same air. She is alive, but she is still. She doesn’t shiver even though the cold cuts me to the bone.
just emily
And still there has been no change.
I tell myself every single day to change, but it doesn’t come. What can I do to make me do stuff? Since when did action become such a hard thing to ignite? I can’t even remember the last time I seriously felt proud of myself for doing something, for changing something. Somebody help me get out of the “still” and into the will.
Aileen
I still care. After all this time it’s still you. No matter how hard I try. Still.
Soleilmarie
I still love this place the people are friendly the service is great, and it is the only place that you can get servise like this for this price. Now tell me, don’t you wish that there were most places like this? okay, so maybe there are, but i have never seeing them. Here, we can look at the menu…
Jess J.Z.
I swore I just completed this word and STILL I write. Still I cannot resist the mystery of what the next word may hold. I sit here watching time slowly dwindle, sitting very STILL..
It’s so hard to be still. Try it sometime. You won’t be able to, I guarantee it. Your body will move in small ways that you don’t usually notice, until you stop and you try. Stillness is not something that comes naturally to humans. But maybe it is a necessary thing to be, every once in a while.
“be still,” she whispered, trembling in fear with eyes wide and heart fluttering with the wings of a dying bird, “be still.” the world was still turning, the pain was still burning, and nothing was ever going to be wonderful again. there was an eerie and calm still surrounding the remains of the battlefield, something that would never be disturbed, never be breached, and would never be still in her heart.
Be still my typing fingers. Still, my mouth worked faster than my brain, which made for some good laughs! I am still here cracking myself up and wondering about the stillness outside that in no way mirrors the energy inside.
S.T.I.L.L.
September, thought I’d like. Love!
Still waiting for a sign about what college to go to. It is such a stressful decision. How am I supposed to know what I want to do for the rest of my life. Ugh, I hope I will know soon. But I can’t stay still.
There’s something happening here, What it is ain’t exactly clear, there’s a man with a gun over there, telling me, i got to beware. Stop hey whats that sound everybody look what’s going ’round. Wow that doesn’t even have the word in it.. Still, I love that song.
the air around you is cold and unmoving. the wind in the trees is silent. the lake reflects the sky perfectly, making two moons and a thousand extra stars, doubling the night light. the animals are silent. the waves lapping the shore are the only movement, the only noise out side of your bated breath. there is a reason this place is called kolob.
She didn’t move. He didn’t move. The air fell silent, stopped playing with her hair. She stared at the surface of the lake, completely still, reflecting the clouds so heavy with rain they appeared not to be moving at all. She let out a breath.
I am still in this place. I am all alone. i need my friends. i need my family. i just need somebody. i am still here. stuck in time and wasted space. i am still here. i would go but i don’t know how
Still I wonder what the world was like before buildings, before all this civilization. I look out the window and see the world at a stand still. Still life. I wonder how many years these trees have seen and how much it has changed. Time and time again, season after season. Buds are born, leaves fall, and snow covers the land. Still, many things remain the same. Yet, many things change. In this moment, still life moment. I still wonder.
A beach calm and quite. Soothing and bare, nothing at all. Beautiful and luscious, amazing views. And there is nothing new it’s all the same thing
my mind the earth and all that I know. I strive for this in all that I do.
I try to instill this in others. It is my heart.
Do you really still want all this? After everything we’ve been through, after everything you’ve seen? After knowing how hard it’s going to be — do you really still want to try? I do.
He was angry still. Nothing really dissipated as the steam rose from his red hot head. Instead, he just boiled over and spewed with a volcanic rage. It burned and seared all in front of him. No one will ever touch his cheese again.
i am in re. doing this as a form of procrastination. its fabulous really. like cheese on cracker. with mayo.
I still don’t know if I want to say it. I know it’s just a word. A tiny word, really when you compare it to there great expanse of lexical possibilities that abounds in the world. But that little word can mean so much. And I think I can say it. I think it’s okay. It slips off easily on paper. It leaks out of my pen. But my tongue still wants to hold it back. I wonder if that’s bad.
i am a chinese dancing horse look at my hooves of cress.
hooves.
cress.
Just sit still. Don’t even move. Those were his directions that night. I sat in his basement with a blind fold around my eyes. I giggled. My boyfriend claimed that he was going to bring back the spirits of the people that once lived in this house. All the lights were off. The only thing illuminating that cold basement was a wax candle. I couldn’t see of course with the blind fold around my eyes. My boyfriend walked around me slowly. I heard something hit the floor with a clatter, like silverware. But bigger. Like…a knife? I giggled nervously as my boyfriend bent down to retrieve it. It sounded like a big knife.
“What are you doing?” I laughed nervously. My hands started to shake.
“Shush.” He told me quietly. I could feel him standing behind me. All of a sudden, the room became freezing, like something chilled passed through my body. I shivered.
“Do you feel it?” He asked me.
“I don’t know. What is it supposed to feel like?” I asked, becoming anxious.
“Kind of like…this.” I gasped and before I could say anything else, my body went limp and I feel from the wooden chair. The blindfold slid off of my forehead slowly. I saw a large knife drop to the floor, with red blood dripping down it, like wax of a burning candle. I suddenly smelt something of…blood. I saw a pool of maroon blood surround me.
“Help…” I stuttered, barely loud enough for anyone to hear as I gasped for air. I suddenly tasted salt. I coughed, splattering the cold floor with blood. I heard my boyfriend snicker. My eyes fluttered closed, encasing me in darkness. My boyfriend blew out the candle and left. I let out a terrible moan, then there was nothing, but my dead body spread across the floor like a rag doll, remaining in that dark, cold basement forever.
When I was 7, I would sit in church. My dad would tell me to be still, so that God could hear my thoughts.
I’d like to think that God can hear me anyways.
Maybe.
After hitting the squat concrete wall that ringed the playground, the whole city seemed still. Then, the return blast wave sucked him away from the wall and tossed him to the other side of the playground. Meanwhile, a white hot flash seared everything like a photo flash from hell.
Why am I still trying? I’ll never be able to do enough.
I still can’t fix it. I’m interrupting the integrity of it all in my pursuits. My futile pursuits. And yet i’m still trying.
Am I still just one of those people? I thought we’d gotten past all of that. I guess not.
I’m still embarrassed of what comes out of my head. That’s why I’m still busy doing this to cover all of it up instead of letting it be out there. Instead of letting everyone know this is me, this is what I think. I’m still working furiously to cover my tracks.
The answer is still yes.
when everything is most still, I’m the most afraid of what’s to come.
you still just don’t get it.
Still. I still think about you every day. I think about you every night. As I’m lying alone in bed missing your body next to mine. Missing your arms around me, holding me tight, your warm breath on my neck and your hands down my back. I still need you more than anything, and it’s not getting any easier. And I still worry that it never will.
Still hoping. Still wishing. Still worrying. Still laughing. Still loving. Still smiling. Still crying. Still alone. Still happy. Still holding on to what I can’t have/haven’t got. Still a dreamer. Still a kid. Still scared. Still curious. Still breathing, still living.
I know its over yet I think about it still. I think about how it felt to know you were mine and I still wish you were. I still think about what it felt like with your lips on mine. I still think about you smiling at me from across the room. I still think about you.
Be still my heart.
I don’t know yet what to expect. I’m preparing myself, steadying myself.
I know, I know it’s just a matter of time but…
Be still.
She was so still as I stood over her. Her body limp at my feet, I began to weep. I couldn’t have done this. I couldn’t have been the murderer. Jumping to my knees, I shook her body.
“Wake up! Wake up!” I called. Still, her body lay limp. Please wake up, I recited in my head over and over again as I shook her slower and slower. Finally out of breath, I laid my head on her chest.
“I’m sorry, I’m so very sorry.” I whispered.
I am still. My life is still. I am non-moving. My life is non-moving. I am sessile. My life is sessile. And until I can find a way to move on, both my body and my mind are still.
still. at the top of the hill.
i cant bring myself to breathe.
to take a single step.
to shed a freakin tear.
everywhere i look, everyone’s moving on like nothing happened.
and God.. i get so angry. so mad.
the green light will turn red soon… may be that’s when ill move.
may be then.
for now, i stand. for now, ill be a brick wall. ill stare into space until i find the will
for now, il just stand
STILL
I find it very hard to sit still. The concept of being still is a really weird thing….we never can actually be completely still. Think of all the involuntary movement that happen every second in our body; beating of our hearts, muscle flitches, eye movement….. Even inanimate objects are constantly moving because of their molecules. So really, is there even such a thing as being still?
She lays there. I look and walk around to the other side. Her chest rises and falls. I can breathe again knowing we share the same air. She is alive, but she is still. She doesn’t shiver even though the cold cuts me to the bone.
And still there has been no change.
I tell myself every single day to change, but it doesn’t come. What can I do to make me do stuff? Since when did action become such a hard thing to ignite? I can’t even remember the last time I seriously felt proud of myself for doing something, for changing something. Somebody help me get out of the “still” and into the will.
I still care. After all this time it’s still you. No matter how hard I try. Still.
I still love this place the people are friendly the service is great, and it is the only place that you can get servise like this for this price. Now tell me, don’t you wish that there were most places like this? okay, so maybe there are, but i have never seeing them. Here, we can look at the menu…
I swore I just completed this word and STILL I write. Still I cannot resist the mystery of what the next word may hold. I sit here watching time slowly dwindle, sitting very STILL..