It was a gift from the cliffs. It hit me square in the temple and I trembled and scanned the beach for a soul to evenge. There was not one to be counted. Not a scurrying or bellowing sound betrayed. My forehead was flushed, my biceps were contracted. Then as I looked out across the recurrent foam-lipped ocean waves, the calm plane of thought that I had been enjoying previous, returned to me. I knelt down and examined the projectile that had halted me. It was a shimmering gold coin from ancient civilisation. I was a keen economist in those days, I could discern its worth. I skimmed it across the water. Goodbye folly.
Dave
a praise of worship for God. A holy place. A part of the body. The body itself is a temple. A place of worship to God.
Nathan
The school I can’t wait to finally get accepted to.
I can’t wait till next semester. I can’t wait for Spring semester 2012.
I think I did my time at community college and my amounts of fuck ups.
I am focused.
I am ready.
I am ready for my career.
i’m ready to be a temple university graduate.
Natalie
temple, that’s all
Gagah
I already did this word. It’s kind of annoying because i was so excited to get a new word and try this again. It’s been kind of helping me straighten out my thoughts. My journal will start to miss me.
She was tired of all of this, she thought, while rubbing the temple of her head. Why can’t Tiffany understand this situation? With all the mess in her house, how could she visits Tiffany regularly?
~
I didn’t even realize that I had let him in. It was just so sudden that I did not have the chance to fight it. Once he was there, it was not what I had expected. Yet isn’t it funny how you miss it more when it’s gone? After a while I felt it was too much…..so I fought it. Hard. Once I began to fight, there was no stopping me. My heart of steel could not be defeated. Now he is gone and the tears have found my cheek again. My long lost friends. Perhaps, I just miss the company. I have no one. I guess once you push love out of your heart, it is not just a lover you push out, but you push everyone out. So, what is left for me now? A heart of steel, an empty house and a wet pillow…….I have cleared my own path, now I must walk it.
he stood at the foot of the massive and breath taking elaborate doors of the temple wondering if he had the courage to continue on. he knew what lay ahead and what he would face if he decide to take even one more step.
pain. death. one blow. but wait, here’s another thought. worship. unfamiliarity. discomfort. oh and we can’t forget. the history. all the ancient ruins they call temples. they must be kinda important too. but which matters most?
abby vincent
How a place can be
Open to the public
Living, and livening
Your sacred life.
She stood looking at the temple, but it wasn’t an ordinary temple, at least not the temple that first comes to mind. While all temples are technically man-made, this was man-made for the glory of man. They were worshiping idols. Society had create a new temple that ruled everybody’s lives, but when would they realize that it wouldn’t bring happiness? Couldn’t they see that they were unhappy?
She rubbed her temple, but the throbbing wouldn’t subside. Anxiously, she refreshed the page again. And again. And again. And again.
“It’s not coming today,” Carmen insisted, but still Lydia pressed on.
Suddenly, a small “bing” indicated that the fateful message had arrived. Lydia felt her breath screech to a halt, her pulse erratic and loud behind her eardrums. With a shaky hand, she moved her mouse towards the unopened email, eyes almost unable to focus. She felt lightheaded, and was unaware of the intensity of Carmen’s gaze upon herself.
“Well, come on,” said Carmen in a hushed voice.
And with a single motion and a soft “click”, Lydia opened the email.
As our eyes set,
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell
across the horizons
or your face.
As our eyes set,
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell across the horizons of your face.
the temple-a sacred, holy place. a place where fear resonates within you, but the peace it brings silences the fear. overwhelmed. awed. its clean, pure and true. im safe here. or am i? am i just waiting for more? more of Your presence, or am i just waiting for my self-righteousness to eat me up inside. yet i continue to sit. to wait. feeling secure and safe. in Your temple, I am made whole.
my body is his temple it has me in place i cant move i want to scream i cant its too hard im tired of dealing with him its all too much to handle i cant stand myself his body is anothers temple everyone elses and mine its not enough to share i want his for my own its just not enough
Greta
Spiriling up to the sky spearing clouds in its reach to the hand of god. Worship. My body.
It comes down to something untouchable. I know it’s precious. I know I must be careful of it. For it. With it.
But then what am I left with?
I don’t know what to make of it and somehow I feel as if I must have all the answers, even as the jumble of chaos begins to scream and cry in my head, I find that the gate is left open and there is no end in sight.
The path runs on and the future hints that there is something more. Something more than this temple of dreams that I cannot quite grasp with these ancient hands…
My temple
My forehead
Gold
Silver
Etched in lines in portraits
Taken by strangers I will never meet
Palacial
Glacial
Shirley Temple what I drink with a straw
Poison of choice
I don’t drink alcohol
This is my temple speaking.
ellie griffith
I live near this temple called “The Budhist Temple”. I usually have to pass it everyday when I’m going somewhere because I live so close to it. It’s wierd because i’ve passed it so many times and never really got the chance to see what was inside. One day I shall explore inside it. One day. :)))
his soft velvet lips brush slowly across my temple sending chills down my back he kisses me softly on my lips and all i can think about is his lips next to mine and his heart beating in a chorus with mine.
A nickel buys a candle that gleams a sharp ember, shedding chalky ash onto the marble table.
It flickers choking on the thick air musty with incense and dust. The white plaster angels hunch festooned under their heavy, crippling wings tipped with gold but their eyes are lidded and melancholy gaping white and lost.
My sister got accepted into Temple University
It’s weird watching the world change around you not realizing you’re changing along with it
Who’s going to drive me places now?
Good Luck, sis.
A sense of overwhelming peace and safety; I realized that God was real when it dawned on me that He is the only one that has ever made my anxiety go away entirely – He is the only one that has ever given me true, unbreakable peace.
the temple is the place where i go to study my god, my center, i collect my thoughts all in one place, the temple is for positive thoughts the good not the bad the temple is for everyone not just muslim’s or jew’s its for everyone the temple is where i truly belong
jada
The white columns gleamed with purity beneath the Grecian sun. The philosophers in their sandals padded about, their heads lost in their thoughts, their arms lugging scrolls.
it was a place where she could clear her head. every time she went there she felt closer to the spirit and back to her childhood of going to temple all the time. she felt safe again. something she had not been able to feel since the day it all went to hell
It was a beautiful temple, completely covered in sparkling gold. There was a reason it was so breathtaking, with beauty unimaginable by most people. It was the Lord’s temple.
She pressed herd finger tips to her temples. “is it always going to be like this?”
he looked at her sideways “well, it depends. are you going to accept change?”
Amid the incense smoke, Jeffrey lovingly sawed off Marcie’s leg and placed it upright into the concrete housing in the ground. Her other leg he placed across from it, exactly 24 feet away. He placed her left arm across the two and the archway over the door was complete.
“Ahem,” Marcie said, “I kind of wanted those limbs attached to my body. I was still using them.”
“But Marcie, haven’t you read? Your body is a temple!” Jeffrey replied, “Now hold still while I fashion a yin/yang out of your stomach and liver.”
I made my way to the temple, unsure about what he was going to say when I walked in. He was unaware that I was going to be there today. As I pushed myself through those doors, he looked at me dead in the face, smiled his bright smile, and dropped everything just to kiss me.
Alyx
I could not think,
Not here,
Not anywhere,
Trying to find a sanctuary,
And I did,
To the building so calm and so quiet,
I could be free of mind,
Reach a sort of enlightenment,
As I settle in with ease,
Taking a new journey,
Carving a new path,
I only wish you would have joined me.
The sultan sat. The bells rang. And all the stage was blazing with the monks’ bodies. Across the globe, a rabbi taught the story of Moses to a group of college students. They all wore greens and blues. One wore purple because another young gay boy had thrown himself off a bridge. And in every corner of the world, it rained a little puddle and the oceans grew a little saltier.
Belinda Roddie
I want to go to the temple to drop off food for family table. It’s hard to believe that in our community, in our country, there are hungry people but there really are and it is our mission to rectify that, not just at the holidays but all year round.
Robin
what is a temple, really? a place of worship? a house of god? a spot on your brain that when pressed hard enough can kill you? this word has so many meanings. a temple can be a place where one goes to meditate or realx
It was on the horizon. She had seen what she had been walking so long for. Freedom. Pride. Everything her whole family ever wanted. That temple. That place. It’s the best choice for her and her family.
Shmozow
She enters the temple with a determination she had never before felt. The runes that laced her arms flared to life upon her stepping upon the stone, sparkling and throbbing along her skin. Temples had that effect on her.
It was a gift from the cliffs. It hit me square in the temple and I trembled and scanned the beach for a soul to evenge. There was not one to be counted. Not a scurrying or bellowing sound betrayed. My forehead was flushed, my biceps were contracted. Then as I looked out across the recurrent foam-lipped ocean waves, the calm plane of thought that I had been enjoying previous, returned to me. I knelt down and examined the projectile that had halted me. It was a shimmering gold coin from ancient civilisation. I was a keen economist in those days, I could discern its worth. I skimmed it across the water. Goodbye folly.
a praise of worship for God. A holy place. A part of the body. The body itself is a temple. A place of worship to God.
The school I can’t wait to finally get accepted to.
I can’t wait till next semester. I can’t wait for Spring semester 2012.
I think I did my time at community college and my amounts of fuck ups.
I am focused.
I am ready.
I am ready for my career.
i’m ready to be a temple university graduate.
temple, that’s all
I already did this word. It’s kind of annoying because i was so excited to get a new word and try this again. It’s been kind of helping me straighten out my thoughts. My journal will start to miss me.
She was tired of all of this, she thought, while rubbing the temple of her head. Why can’t Tiffany understand this situation? With all the mess in her house, how could she visits Tiffany regularly?
I didn’t even realize that I had let him in. It was just so sudden that I did not have the chance to fight it. Once he was there, it was not what I had expected. Yet isn’t it funny how you miss it more when it’s gone? After a while I felt it was too much…..so I fought it. Hard. Once I began to fight, there was no stopping me. My heart of steel could not be defeated. Now he is gone and the tears have found my cheek again. My long lost friends. Perhaps, I just miss the company. I have no one. I guess once you push love out of your heart, it is not just a lover you push out, but you push everyone out. So, what is left for me now? A heart of steel, an empty house and a wet pillow…….I have cleared my own path, now I must walk it.
he stood at the foot of the massive and breath taking elaborate doors of the temple wondering if he had the courage to continue on. he knew what lay ahead and what he would face if he decide to take even one more step.
pain. death. one blow. but wait, here’s another thought. worship. unfamiliarity. discomfort. oh and we can’t forget. the history. all the ancient ruins they call temples. they must be kinda important too. but which matters most?
How a place can be
Open to the public
Living, and livening
Your sacred life.
She stood looking at the temple, but it wasn’t an ordinary temple, at least not the temple that first comes to mind. While all temples are technically man-made, this was man-made for the glory of man. They were worshiping idols. Society had create a new temple that ruled everybody’s lives, but when would they realize that it wouldn’t bring happiness? Couldn’t they see that they were unhappy?
She rubbed her temple, but the throbbing wouldn’t subside. Anxiously, she refreshed the page again. And again. And again. And again.
“It’s not coming today,” Carmen insisted, but still Lydia pressed on.
Suddenly, a small “bing” indicated that the fateful message had arrived. Lydia felt her breath screech to a halt, her pulse erratic and loud behind her eardrums. With a shaky hand, she moved her mouse towards the unopened email, eyes almost unable to focus. She felt lightheaded, and was unaware of the intensity of Carmen’s gaze upon herself.
“Well, come on,” said Carmen in a hushed voice.
And with a single motion and a soft “click”, Lydia opened the email.
As our eyes set,
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell
across the horizons
or your face.
As our eyes set,
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell across the horizons of your face.
the temple-a sacred, holy place. a place where fear resonates within you, but the peace it brings silences the fear. overwhelmed. awed. its clean, pure and true. im safe here. or am i? am i just waiting for more? more of Your presence, or am i just waiting for my self-righteousness to eat me up inside. yet i continue to sit. to wait. feeling secure and safe. in Your temple, I am made whole.
high on your temples
my fingers prayed
in circles,
making wishes
before those
shooting tears
that fell across horizons
of your cheeks.
my body is his temple it has me in place i cant move i want to scream i cant its too hard im tired of dealing with him its all too much to handle i cant stand myself his body is anothers temple everyone elses and mine its not enough to share i want his for my own its just not enough
Spiriling up to the sky spearing clouds in its reach to the hand of god. Worship. My body.
a god or a powerful person/people lives/live here. sometimes when abandoned, it has stories on it. it is gigantic.
We worshipped the sun
And rejoiced to the moon
Our tears were wiped from our faces
As we walked along
Together in June
Temple.
It’s special, sacred and special.
It comes down to something untouchable. I know it’s precious. I know I must be careful of it. For it. With it.
But then what am I left with?
I don’t know what to make of it and somehow I feel as if I must have all the answers, even as the jumble of chaos begins to scream and cry in my head, I find that the gate is left open and there is no end in sight.
The path runs on and the future hints that there is something more. Something more than this temple of dreams that I cannot quite grasp with these ancient hands…
My temple
My forehead
Gold
Silver
Etched in lines in portraits
Taken by strangers I will never meet
Palacial
Glacial
Shirley Temple what I drink with a straw
Poison of choice
I don’t drink alcohol
This is my temple speaking.
I live near this temple called “The Budhist Temple”. I usually have to pass it everyday when I’m going somewhere because I live so close to it. It’s wierd because i’ve passed it so many times and never really got the chance to see what was inside. One day I shall explore inside it. One day. :)))
his soft velvet lips brush slowly across my temple sending chills down my back he kisses me softly on my lips and all i can think about is his lips next to mine and his heart beating in a chorus with mine.
A nickel buys a candle that gleams a sharp ember, shedding chalky ash onto the marble table.
It flickers choking on the thick air musty with incense and dust. The white plaster angels hunch festooned under their heavy, crippling wings tipped with gold but their eyes are lidded and melancholy gaping white and lost.
My sister got accepted into Temple University
It’s weird watching the world change around you not realizing you’re changing along with it
Who’s going to drive me places now?
Good Luck, sis.
A sense of overwhelming peace and safety; I realized that God was real when it dawned on me that He is the only one that has ever made my anxiety go away entirely – He is the only one that has ever given me true, unbreakable peace.
the temple is the place where i go to study my god, my center, i collect my thoughts all in one place, the temple is for positive thoughts the good not the bad the temple is for everyone not just muslim’s or jew’s its for everyone the temple is where i truly belong
The white columns gleamed with purity beneath the Grecian sun. The philosophers in their sandals padded about, their heads lost in their thoughts, their arms lugging scrolls.
it was a place where she could clear her head. every time she went there she felt closer to the spirit and back to her childhood of going to temple all the time. she felt safe again. something she had not been able to feel since the day it all went to hell
It was a beautiful temple, completely covered in sparkling gold. There was a reason it was so breathtaking, with beauty unimaginable by most people. It was the Lord’s temple.
She pressed herd finger tips to her temples. “is it always going to be like this?”
he looked at her sideways “well, it depends. are you going to accept change?”
Amid the incense smoke, Jeffrey lovingly sawed off Marcie’s leg and placed it upright into the concrete housing in the ground. Her other leg he placed across from it, exactly 24 feet away. He placed her left arm across the two and the archway over the door was complete.
“Ahem,” Marcie said, “I kind of wanted those limbs attached to my body. I was still using them.”
“But Marcie, haven’t you read? Your body is a temple!” Jeffrey replied, “Now hold still while I fashion a yin/yang out of your stomach and liver.”
I made my way to the temple, unsure about what he was going to say when I walked in. He was unaware that I was going to be there today. As I pushed myself through those doors, he looked at me dead in the face, smiled his bright smile, and dropped everything just to kiss me.
I could not think,
Not here,
Not anywhere,
Trying to find a sanctuary,
And I did,
To the building so calm and so quiet,
I could be free of mind,
Reach a sort of enlightenment,
As I settle in with ease,
Taking a new journey,
Carving a new path,
I only wish you would have joined me.
The sultan sat. The bells rang. And all the stage was blazing with the monks’ bodies. Across the globe, a rabbi taught the story of Moses to a group of college students. They all wore greens and blues. One wore purple because another young gay boy had thrown himself off a bridge. And in every corner of the world, it rained a little puddle and the oceans grew a little saltier.
I want to go to the temple to drop off food for family table. It’s hard to believe that in our community, in our country, there are hungry people but there really are and it is our mission to rectify that, not just at the holidays but all year round.
what is a temple, really? a place of worship? a house of god? a spot on your brain that when pressed hard enough can kill you? this word has so many meanings. a temple can be a place where one goes to meditate or realx
It was on the horizon. She had seen what she had been walking so long for. Freedom. Pride. Everything her whole family ever wanted. That temple. That place. It’s the best choice for her and her family.
She enters the temple with a determination she had never before felt. The runes that laced her arms flared to life upon her stepping upon the stone, sparkling and throbbing along her skin. Temples had that effect on her.