‘Sure I would love to try that’. It’s all about saying YES to the Universe and letting it carry you where your heart and soul wish to travel. To your destiny. To your purpose.
so I just found out
that there’s a new word each day
just one word. . and i’m like hey!
“I don’t want just one word per day
I have lots of feelings
Tons of things to say”
So my friend said “calm down
there is a tomorrow,
you’ll be alive
so no need to be sorrow”
I said I’ll be fine,
I mean I am quite demure
But now that I think of it,
I don’t know if I’m for sure.
“Sure, I’ll go with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to.”
“No, I do want to. I want to go.”
“Really?”
“Sure as the day is long.”
“Okay,” he said tentatively, glancing over his shoulder at her as he walked to the end of the garden. His hand rested on the gate almost protectively.
Kait
I’m not sure of anything anymore. The world can be so confusing and deceiving. I am not convinced that the pain I am feeling right now is going to be worth it in the end. I’m not confident that everything will be okay. I am unsure of what is going on around me. I’m uncertain about where I am supposed to go from here. What’s the difference between up and down, left and right? It’s all jumbled and tangled together, practically impossible to straighten out. It’s as if the world is spinning too quickly, or the earth is being tilted on it’s side. Nothing makes sense anymore, and the thing I am most unsure of is myself…
I’m sure that if I don’t find something that makes me feel accomplished and successful soon, I think I’ll go insane. I wouldn’t be surprised if I got depressed if I didn’t. All I want to do is find something meaningful.
Sure. Sure of myself, sure of my friends, sure of my family. I’m almost never sure of myself. My confidence wavers. Will I ever restore it? I’m not quite sure. I’m never sure. Can I ever be sure?
M
I’m not sure about a lot of things. I’m not sure who I’m going to be or how my life will go on. I’m not sure what I’m going to do or who I’ll meet. I am sure that I’ll be a writer, because that’s the only thing I really want to do. Most people aren’t sure about life, and I guess that makes it okay that I’m not sure either.
Abbey Butler
sure, its fine. i don’t really care. keep doing that. keep saying that. it doesn’t matter you’ll always be like this. you’ll always say that and you’ll always do that. nothing i say matters. sure. GO be free. do what you want. be who you want to be. it doesn’t irritate me right to my very core. it doesn’t piss me off to lengths and depth i can’t say. just go. sure.
jp
i’m tired about writing about sure
it’s getting me mad
i want a new word
if not i’ll be sad
I study Philosophy, that’s why I learned you can never be sure about anything…
Tina
I am sure that something good will happen this year. What? I have no idea. But it’s about time something did. Of course I have to get off my ass to make it happen. It’s not going to just fall in to my lap> but I am lazy and scared. Very scared. Scared to make an ass of myself or to get hurt or to need to run and run and hide. Always to hide. I need a safe place.
sure i’ll go out
sure i’ll be yours
sure i’ll be fine
sure i’ll be sure
fine i can’t write
fine i can’t sing
fine i am wrong
fine i have sinned
let’s go play now
let’s go play forever
let’s go to a step further
let’s go be together
maybe i can’t type
maybe i try too hard
but i do my best
and i made it this far
i tried my best
to write things about sure
so cut me some slack
because i’m insecure.
We stumble up the steep muddy slope, hand in hand our fingers interlocking. We grasp hard to each other even as the ground beneath us is slipping and falling away. Our hearts pounds in our chests and our breathe comes short and burning, ripping out of us like nothing before. But still we run, blindly we run. We dont know where we are going but we do know one thing for sure. We can never go back
-Are you sure?
-Positive.
-Really? You’re not just saying that?
-I told you, I’m doing this. Nothing you say is going to stop me.
-All right, if you’re sure . . . you are sure, aren’t you?
-Positive.
“Are you sure?” she asked, as she stared at the knife in my hand. She slowly put her hand on mine, and moved the blade down. The room wash hushed, all watching in anticipation, then filled with applause as we cut the cake.
tonykeyesjapan
sure i’ll go out
sure i’ll be yours
sure i’ll be fine
sure i’ll be sure
fine i can’t write
fine i can’t sing
fine i am wrong
fine i have sinned
let’s go play now
let’s go play forever
let’s go to a step further
let’s go be together
Lupe garcia
sure,i loved him. sure, id do anything for him. sure. But he doesnt even know how much he means to me. I wish he could see. Sure, i love him.
sure i will, it sounds great. why not quit this disgustingly shitty job, get osap, and go back to college. at 30. sure, it’ll work. why the fuck not, eh wha? sure, i’m scared, but i’m sure it’s right. at least, it’s better than surely dying slowly while running fast at work.
Whiskeyjane
sure. fine. i’m sure i’m fine. remember that commercial for deodorant called “sure”? it was like “raise your hand if you’re sure” and people stuck their arms up on the subway so they could show everyone else they didn’t care what their pits smelled like.
Maurita
i can find a way,
to be sure,
in any world but my own.
somehow, it seems impossible that you could be
this way.
you’ve destroyed me.
how can you be so sure?
must it possess you
to be anything but over?
age is deterministic.
forget everything.
I cant say it out loud when you ask me like that. I cant just be commanded to say it. I say it when I get overwhelmed by you heart and your face and by your beautiful self. Sure, I love you.
I’m sure. I’m sure about everything. I’m sure that the world is a fair and honest place. I’m sure that my life will turn out ok. But I’m just not so sure if I’m so sure anymore. Because part of life is learning what you’re sure about, right?
Grace
Is what she said. It is so hard to convince someone how beautiful they really, truly are. It is also hard to express this feeling as well. There aren’t enough words in the english language to express how I feel about you.
Sean
Is that danger ‘woman speak’ for ‘I am agreeing with you but only so you will shut up?
I kind of get that feeling. As though, if I accept his agreement, what I am really doing is signing a death warrant.
sydnee
Sure. It would all be okay. I mean, why wouldn’t it? Kathy assured Matt that she was fine, that it would all be alright.
But still…
He knew it, he didn’t know how, he could never explain it, but he knew she was lying to him.
I’m never sure about anything. Always second-guessing myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been positively sure about any one thing in my life. I always find myself thinking about what could have been. Embarrassing moments from the past repeat in my mind in a constant loop.
Stephen
Sure things don’t always work out. Sure it sometimes doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Sure they weren’t the person you thought they were. Sure you’re only wasting time. That doesn’t mean things won’t be magnificent in the end.
Aoife D
I was sure about so many things.
Sure that L was the one. Sure that following him was worthwhile. Sure that he was strong enough. Sure that I was strong enough to protect him.
Sure that my heart was safe with S. Sure that S loved me with everything he had. Sure that we would all make it out and the world would be better than we started.
I was so wrong.
faded_reminder
Sure is a word that people always say when they want to say fine, but mean it to be more confident. People are rarely as certain and as sure as they say they are whenever they say this word. It’s more of a compromising word that anything, really. It means, yes, I guess, or I suppose most of time. Rarely are you as sure as the word sure that you say.
I don’t know how I knew, but somewhere in the back of my mind I could feel it. He was the one. That one guy I was going remember forever and feel everyday. He’d be in my heart. They always say the first love is the last, they’re right. No matter who comes after him, he’ll be my first, my definite, my sure. I’m sure of it.
cailyn s
“Sure.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m sure that sure. I’d love to go.”
Erik couldn’t believe it. He just kept staring at Josh. Beautiful, beautiful Josh. The quarterback with the red curly hair.
“Um…I…” he nearly swallowed his tongue. “Are you sure?”
Josh laughed. “Erik, c’mon. I’ve been dying to go to that restaurant. We can get the mozzarella sticks!”
“Yeah. Uh…that’d be great.”
Belinda Roddie
Sure. Am I sure I want to apply to grad school? Well yes. It’s my life goal to be a professor… sort of. so really though. Am I sure? Maybe… but school and life and … there are so many things that I’m not ready for right now. I’m sure, but I’m not sure.
Namiko Hitotsubashi
Oh sure, you think it’s all going to be okay, but can you really be sure? And if so, how sure can you be? Somewhat sure? Totally sure? Surer than sure? If you’re sure, you’re sure, right? Sure you are.
surely you have something to say for yourself? something to defend yourself, insiting that you didn’t do anything, that you are not guilty of treason?
teresa
Sure, I’ll do that for you. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t do it. I’ll do anything if you won’t do it. I don’t know what I could ever do without you. Sure, I love you. Sure I’ll do anything.
Sure, yeah, I’ll do it. The number of times I have said those words, said them to friends at best, acquaintances sometimes… and yes, people I don’t give two shits about, or if I do, I hope they get shat on. Twice. Does that make sense? I make sense much less often these days. Maybe I’m going crazy, what with all the favours I’m doing people. Everybody gets a favour, and every time it happens, I lose a fraction of my sanity. Go figure. I’m giving more than one thing away.
Jasmine
I am sure of myself. That was the first thing that came to mind but I guess now that I’m still lingering on it, I might be unsure. Sure, that’s fine with me. I guess I say that one more. I’m sure with everything but myself.
‘Sure I would love to try that’. It’s all about saying YES to the Universe and letting it carry you where your heart and soul wish to travel. To your destiny. To your purpose.
so I just found out
that there’s a new word each day
just one word. . and i’m like hey!
“I don’t want just one word per day
I have lots of feelings
Tons of things to say”
So my friend said “calm down
there is a tomorrow,
you’ll be alive
so no need to be sorrow”
I said I’ll be fine,
I mean I am quite demure
But now that I think of it,
I don’t know if I’m for sure.
“Sure, I’ll go with you.”
“There’s nothing wrong with not wanting to.”
“No, I do want to. I want to go.”
“Really?”
“Sure as the day is long.”
“Okay,” he said tentatively, glancing over his shoulder at her as he walked to the end of the garden. His hand rested on the gate almost protectively.
I’m not sure of anything anymore. The world can be so confusing and deceiving. I am not convinced that the pain I am feeling right now is going to be worth it in the end. I’m not confident that everything will be okay. I am unsure of what is going on around me. I’m uncertain about where I am supposed to go from here. What’s the difference between up and down, left and right? It’s all jumbled and tangled together, practically impossible to straighten out. It’s as if the world is spinning too quickly, or the earth is being tilted on it’s side. Nothing makes sense anymore, and the thing I am most unsure of is myself…
no doubts about something
I’m sure that if I don’t find something that makes me feel accomplished and successful soon, I think I’ll go insane. I wouldn’t be surprised if I got depressed if I didn’t. All I want to do is find something meaningful.
Sure. Sure of myself, sure of my friends, sure of my family. I’m almost never sure of myself. My confidence wavers. Will I ever restore it? I’m not quite sure. I’m never sure. Can I ever be sure?
I’m not sure about a lot of things. I’m not sure who I’m going to be or how my life will go on. I’m not sure what I’m going to do or who I’ll meet. I am sure that I’ll be a writer, because that’s the only thing I really want to do. Most people aren’t sure about life, and I guess that makes it okay that I’m not sure either.
sure, its fine. i don’t really care. keep doing that. keep saying that. it doesn’t matter you’ll always be like this. you’ll always say that and you’ll always do that. nothing i say matters. sure. GO be free. do what you want. be who you want to be. it doesn’t irritate me right to my very core. it doesn’t piss me off to lengths and depth i can’t say. just go. sure.
i’m tired about writing about sure
it’s getting me mad
i want a new word
if not i’ll be sad
I study Philosophy, that’s why I learned you can never be sure about anything…
I am sure that something good will happen this year. What? I have no idea. But it’s about time something did. Of course I have to get off my ass to make it happen. It’s not going to just fall in to my lap> but I am lazy and scared. Very scared. Scared to make an ass of myself or to get hurt or to need to run and run and hide. Always to hide. I need a safe place.
This was a sure thing. Alana knew it. Much knew it. There was no getting around the fact that they were going to get married.
Someday.
As a little jazzy baby boy lit her cigarette, Alana could not deny herself another meaningless fling.
sure i’ll go out
sure i’ll be yours
sure i’ll be fine
sure i’ll be sure
fine i can’t write
fine i can’t sing
fine i am wrong
fine i have sinned
let’s go play now
let’s go play forever
let’s go to a step further
let’s go be together
maybe i can’t type
maybe i try too hard
but i do my best
and i made it this far
i tried my best
to write things about sure
so cut me some slack
because i’m insecure.
We stumble up the steep muddy slope, hand in hand our fingers interlocking. We grasp hard to each other even as the ground beneath us is slipping and falling away. Our hearts pounds in our chests and our breathe comes short and burning, ripping out of us like nothing before. But still we run, blindly we run. We dont know where we are going but we do know one thing for sure. We can never go back
-Are you sure?
-Positive.
-Really? You’re not just saying that?
-I told you, I’m doing this. Nothing you say is going to stop me.
-All right, if you’re sure . . . you are sure, aren’t you?
-Positive.
“Are you sure?” she asked, as she stared at the knife in my hand. She slowly put her hand on mine, and moved the blade down. The room wash hushed, all watching in anticipation, then filled with applause as we cut the cake.
sure i’ll go out
sure i’ll be yours
sure i’ll be fine
sure i’ll be sure
fine i can’t write
fine i can’t sing
fine i am wrong
fine i have sinned
let’s go play now
let’s go play forever
let’s go to a step further
let’s go be together
sure,i loved him. sure, id do anything for him. sure. But he doesnt even know how much he means to me. I wish he could see. Sure, i love him.
sure i will, it sounds great. why not quit this disgustingly shitty job, get osap, and go back to college. at 30. sure, it’ll work. why the fuck not, eh wha? sure, i’m scared, but i’m sure it’s right. at least, it’s better than surely dying slowly while running fast at work.
sure. fine. i’m sure i’m fine. remember that commercial for deodorant called “sure”? it was like “raise your hand if you’re sure” and people stuck their arms up on the subway so they could show everyone else they didn’t care what their pits smelled like.
i can find a way,
to be sure,
in any world but my own.
somehow, it seems impossible that you could be
this way.
you’ve destroyed me.
how can you be so sure?
must it possess you
to be anything but over?
age is deterministic.
forget everything.
I cant say it out loud when you ask me like that. I cant just be commanded to say it. I say it when I get overwhelmed by you heart and your face and by your beautiful self. Sure, I love you.
I’m sure. I’m sure about everything. I’m sure that the world is a fair and honest place. I’m sure that my life will turn out ok. But I’m just not so sure if I’m so sure anymore. Because part of life is learning what you’re sure about, right?
Is what she said. It is so hard to convince someone how beautiful they really, truly are. It is also hard to express this feeling as well. There aren’t enough words in the english language to express how I feel about you.
Is that danger ‘woman speak’ for ‘I am agreeing with you but only so you will shut up?
I kind of get that feeling. As though, if I accept his agreement, what I am really doing is signing a death warrant.
Sure. It would all be okay. I mean, why wouldn’t it? Kathy assured Matt that she was fine, that it would all be alright.
But still…
He knew it, he didn’t know how, he could never explain it, but he knew she was lying to him.
I’m never sure about anything. Always second-guessing myself. I don’t think I’ve ever been positively sure about any one thing in my life. I always find myself thinking about what could have been. Embarrassing moments from the past repeat in my mind in a constant loop.
Sure things don’t always work out. Sure it sometimes doesn’t work out the way you want it to. Sure they weren’t the person you thought they were. Sure you’re only wasting time. That doesn’t mean things won’t be magnificent in the end.
I was sure about so many things.
Sure that L was the one. Sure that following him was worthwhile. Sure that he was strong enough. Sure that I was strong enough to protect him.
Sure that my heart was safe with S. Sure that S loved me with everything he had. Sure that we would all make it out and the world would be better than we started.
I was so wrong.
Sure is a word that people always say when they want to say fine, but mean it to be more confident. People are rarely as certain and as sure as they say they are whenever they say this word. It’s more of a compromising word that anything, really. It means, yes, I guess, or I suppose most of time. Rarely are you as sure as the word sure that you say.
I don’t know how I knew, but somewhere in the back of my mind I could feel it. He was the one. That one guy I was going remember forever and feel everyday. He’d be in my heart. They always say the first love is the last, they’re right. No matter who comes after him, he’ll be my first, my definite, my sure. I’m sure of it.
“Sure.”
“Sure?”
“Yeah, sure, I’m sure that sure. I’d love to go.”
Erik couldn’t believe it. He just kept staring at Josh. Beautiful, beautiful Josh. The quarterback with the red curly hair.
“Um…I…” he nearly swallowed his tongue. “Are you sure?”
Josh laughed. “Erik, c’mon. I’ve been dying to go to that restaurant. We can get the mozzarella sticks!”
“Yeah. Uh…that’d be great.”
Sure. Am I sure I want to apply to grad school? Well yes. It’s my life goal to be a professor… sort of. so really though. Am I sure? Maybe… but school and life and … there are so many things that I’m not ready for right now. I’m sure, but I’m not sure.
Oh sure, you think it’s all going to be okay, but can you really be sure? And if so, how sure can you be? Somewhat sure? Totally sure? Surer than sure? If you’re sure, you’re sure, right? Sure you are.
surely you have something to say for yourself? something to defend yourself, insiting that you didn’t do anything, that you are not guilty of treason?
Sure, I’ll do that for you. I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t do it. I’ll do anything if you won’t do it. I don’t know what I could ever do without you. Sure, I love you. Sure I’ll do anything.
I could never be sure what he had meant by that. Maybe it was his way of saying goodbye. I guess we’ll never know.
Sure, yeah, I’ll do it. The number of times I have said those words, said them to friends at best, acquaintances sometimes… and yes, people I don’t give two shits about, or if I do, I hope they get shat on. Twice. Does that make sense? I make sense much less often these days. Maybe I’m going crazy, what with all the favours I’m doing people. Everybody gets a favour, and every time it happens, I lose a fraction of my sanity. Go figure. I’m giving more than one thing away.
I am sure of myself. That was the first thing that came to mind but I guess now that I’m still lingering on it, I might be unsure. Sure, that’s fine with me. I guess I say that one more. I’m sure with everything but myself.