To visit me
In my heart broken state
Would bring great dishonor
for you are not suppose to look upon one of gods men
not suppose to look upon gods men ‘o so like this
For she has left
And will never come back
So don’t visit me, my love, for in my heart broken state
I shall die upon your look
Remember when I used to visit you and imagine
that we had a future together? Then I would go back
to my own town and my own life and file you away
until the next time when I would visit, not enmesh
our lives but only drop in for a week or two/
Robin
once i was walking up a street, there was a man to my left next to what looked to be a sewer. middle-aged, overweight, with a rough past. he was once a charming fellow that whistled and looked up at the cherry trees.
Erin Cate
Visit my mother. Visit my home town. Visit Southampton. Visit my friend Keisha. Visit my girlfriend. Visit Chika. Visit chi Van. Visit Jayden. Visit Xinh.
Tung
I am visiting exeter. I do my best to live here but I am a visiter. Maybe i am a visitor always, wherever I go. Did I really live in Victoria for years? I have never planned to stay. Maybe i never will.
Kayla Smith
Visit me in my little world. I’ve spend enough time in yours. Visit me in my little paradise, which is so much better than yours. Feel the wind fly across, leaving us without a care. You will never find a place like this anywhere, anywhere.
Matt
I can’t bring myself to visit her grave. I feel bad. Awful. Terrible. But I can’t do it. She is my best friend, well, was, and I tried to tell myself that if I couldn’t have any proof that she was dead, she might just be on vacation.
staring through the dusty glass, she could see the sparkling green snake coiled seductively around the birch tree.
SGM
she came
she saw
she conquered
her visit was one of the best things
that happened
all day
all week
all year
i mean does she really mean that much to me?
i guess this means she does
she is that much of my life
that much of my concern
but her visit
that’s when my world stops
and its only her
and that’s why her visit is so amazing
she came
she saw
she conquered
her visit was one of the best things
that happened
all day
all week
all year
i mean does she really mean that much to me?
i guess this means she does
she is that much of my life
that much of my concern
but her visit
that’s when my world stops
and its only her
i want to visit my ex girlfriend, at her school, while she kissing her boyfriend. it may be an awkard moment, i dont know. and i cant write very well in hurry. i want to do this for my language. it is a brillant project!
Uğur Arıcı
I hadn’t seen her in so many years. It would be a sad visit, but it would feel good, maybe.
I stepped under the tree. Under the shade, towards the black slate. Back home, finally.
REST IN PEACE.
“Hi, mom. It’s me, Dean.”
Lauren
The man had promised to visit within a week, but by Friday, Annabelle was beginning to doubt it. He had assured her that yes, he would come and make sure her mother was looked after, no, he would not forget, but Annabelle was beginning to realize that he had scarpered, leaving them stuck.
He peered through the glass at his brother, like an animal in the zoo. He don’t know how his twin could have drifted so far down this path, while he worked hard at Harvard.
“It’s been awhile.” I say under my breath as I sit beside your grave. It’s been a few months and it seems like a routine to just come and sit with you, tell you about my day, and just cry.
Micheala
Visiting hours were for family only; I lied I was his sister. Goodbyes weren’t my specialty, and I always feared the worst…
My friend is coming to visit me! And while I fear I will be so busy, I can’t wait to see her face. I haven’t seen her in ages, and we have to catch up on all that’s happened in the last… four years? No, it’s less than that. Isn’t it? Can’t remember. Hope not. I love that girl. So much.
It’s been a while since I visited him last, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of me thought back to the bright little boy that once teased me for trying to save turtles on the seashore, but another part of me remembered the last time I saw him. He was seventeen, homeless and alone.
I visited you in Amsterdam after a crazy emotional vacation in the most beautiful place on earth. And that’s when I fell in love with you. I visited your life, personal and intense, in a city that had become my home before. You showed me a new side of it.
Luzie Louisa
I used to visit her every day. I remember her vacant smile and the shadow of drool faded but still visible off of the side of her mouth. When I was a child and still too young to understand what her reality was, I remember even then loving her. “This is your mother.” They told me. I figured if she loved me enough to bring me into this world, then I could love her through to when she chooses to leave it.
Christina
She came at the time it was most unexpected. It started with a knock on the door. Then objects was hidden. She came, saw and left.
thinus
The man was sick with a rare case of tuberculosis, and the only person who would visit him – and he desisted – was his brother, more usually found enslaved at home, playing online games. Thus, the tuberculosis ridden man had no choice but to find solace and comfort during his three week isolation in refining his rapper skills and recording Youtube videos.
Wendy P
Lavender made him sneeze, he’d said. And it reminded him of his Baba’s cookies which always came out burnt.
She’d frowned and sprayed the bottle in his face. You’ll miss it when I’m gone. She’d winked before dashing across the room.
Smelling it now, he smiled and reached out his hand.
He is to visit today. 87 years of living, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I wanted to travel the world, revisit all of my favorite places. But today death will visit, and there is only one place I will be traveling to.
It was not a visit I was looking forward to, but it needed to be done. As I walked through the automatic door, a blast of air smelling like Vicks Vaporub, mothballs and death hit me in the face.
“I’m here to see my mother, Jean Smalls,” I muttered to the matron with the glued-on smile at the reception counter.
Why, I muttered, are we always out of cinnamon.
I love cinnamon. I really do. I love it enough, in fact, to start the 12 mile trek to the nearest Stop-n-Go style shop to pick up more. My friend Shan and I had been living in the Catskills for the past two months. It began as a visit but ended up becoming a bit more, and I’d never been so thankful to be anywhere. You couldn’t wear out your welcome in a place like this, not living the way we did.
There’s a million places I’d go but only one place I belong. I’ve learned this now. It isn’t home, either. This whole earth… it’s just a visit. I’m visiting this planet, this life, this universe. I don’t belong here. I’ve never belonged here. I’ve accepted that, but I don’t know what to do about it.
Except get the fuck out.
Visitations are held up
by the soft, lined hands
of those who love
without restraint
without condition
who can simultaneously
see all fault and problem
and love anyways
presence is what we speak of
presence is what we notice
sometimes people attend an event
but really never visit
i love visiting with friends and relatives. This is actually one of my favorite activities and I wish I could do a lot more of it. Here in Austin, I often find that work and constant professional demands come in the way of my visiting with people I wish I could see more often.
Maya
this is umm…. im thinking too much im sorry.
erin
I wanna go to many different places in the whorl. maybe europe or africa. places like that. out door and nature scenes. or london and glam places like hollywood and la and nyc. That would be fun.
Divina Davidds-Garrido
had a visit from common sense. it asks that i notice what i see, take heed to what i hear, trust what i feel, act on what prompts, honor that inner voice, rely on my gut and have the chips fall where they may.
Shit, I thought, why are we always out of cinnamon.
I love cinnamon, I really do. Enough to even start the twelve mile trek to the nearest Stop-n-Go style shop. Me and my friend Shan had been living in the Catskills for the past two months, a mountain range to the south of New York. It was supposed to be a visit but ended up become something a bit more.
Grace Lally
I feel so bad not paying my dad a visit more often. But when I do visit I feel as though i am impeding on his day.
I’ve visited my mind many times. It happens when one doesn’t even think about it, knowing what you want to say and see happens. Visiting a high and open place to take your mind off things, and in that moment you truly know your mind, it is an interesting site. Mind. Visitation.
Jan2510
Last month I visited my grandfather in California for Christmas. I love being in Huntington Beach, but this time his new wife was really getting on my nerves. In about 2 months, I’ll visit Colorado for the Crossroads tournament! :) While I’m there I also get to visit the Colorado School of Mines!
Jacqui
i really like visiting places. especially places like portsmouth. i never knew how much of an impact portsmouth, nh would have on me until now. i’ve reached the age where i can visit places by myself instead of having a parent or having to use the buddy system.
Kelsey Gallagher
Harvey made his last visit to the bank to say goodbye to his…
I visited my own mind last night. A dream. It was of me and my friends we were drafted for a war. We were in a foreign country. It was hard for me to think of us all dying together, but I liked it too. I love them.
Will
LOL 60 seconds here we go. I don’t know what to write.
A visit should be visitish, perhaps. Visitory visists are the best.
I like visits.
But sometimes my mind visits my good friend misery, and suddenly I want to pack up my case and leave.
To visit me
In my heart broken state
Would bring great dishonor
for you are not suppose to look upon one of gods men
not suppose to look upon gods men ‘o so like this
For she has left
And will never come back
So don’t visit me, my love, for in my heart broken state
I shall die upon your look
Remember when I used to visit you and imagine
that we had a future together? Then I would go back
to my own town and my own life and file you away
until the next time when I would visit, not enmesh
our lives but only drop in for a week or two/
once i was walking up a street, there was a man to my left next to what looked to be a sewer. middle-aged, overweight, with a rough past. he was once a charming fellow that whistled and looked up at the cherry trees.
Visit my mother. Visit my home town. Visit Southampton. Visit my friend Keisha. Visit my girlfriend. Visit Chika. Visit chi Van. Visit Jayden. Visit Xinh.
I am visiting exeter. I do my best to live here but I am a visiter. Maybe i am a visitor always, wherever I go. Did I really live in Victoria for years? I have never planned to stay. Maybe i never will.
Visit me in my little world. I’ve spend enough time in yours. Visit me in my little paradise, which is so much better than yours. Feel the wind fly across, leaving us without a care. You will never find a place like this anywhere, anywhere.
I can’t bring myself to visit her grave. I feel bad. Awful. Terrible. But I can’t do it. She is my best friend, well, was, and I tried to tell myself that if I couldn’t have any proof that she was dead, she might just be on vacation.
staring through the dusty glass, she could see the sparkling green snake coiled seductively around the birch tree.
she came
she saw
she conquered
her visit was one of the best things
that happened
all day
all week
all year
i mean does she really mean that much to me?
i guess this means she does
she is that much of my life
that much of my concern
but her visit
that’s when my world stops
and its only her
and that’s why her visit is so amazing
she came
she saw
she conquered
her visit was one of the best things
that happened
all day
all week
all year
i mean does she really mean that much to me?
i guess this means she does
she is that much of my life
that much of my concern
but her visit
that’s when my world stops
and its only her
i want to visit my ex girlfriend, at her school, while she kissing her boyfriend. it may be an awkard moment, i dont know. and i cant write very well in hurry. i want to do this for my language. it is a brillant project!
I hadn’t seen her in so many years. It would be a sad visit, but it would feel good, maybe.
I stepped under the tree. Under the shade, towards the black slate. Back home, finally.
REST IN PEACE.
“Hi, mom. It’s me, Dean.”
The man had promised to visit within a week, but by Friday, Annabelle was beginning to doubt it. He had assured her that yes, he would come and make sure her mother was looked after, no, he would not forget, but Annabelle was beginning to realize that he had scarpered, leaving them stuck.
He peered through the glass at his brother, like an animal in the zoo. He don’t know how his twin could have drifted so far down this path, while he worked hard at Harvard.
“It’s been awhile.” I say under my breath as I sit beside your grave. It’s been a few months and it seems like a routine to just come and sit with you, tell you about my day, and just cry.
Visiting hours were for family only; I lied I was his sister. Goodbyes weren’t my specialty, and I always feared the worst…
My friend is coming to visit me! And while I fear I will be so busy, I can’t wait to see her face. I haven’t seen her in ages, and we have to catch up on all that’s happened in the last… four years? No, it’s less than that. Isn’t it? Can’t remember. Hope not. I love that girl. So much.
It’s been a while since I visited him last, so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Part of me thought back to the bright little boy that once teased me for trying to save turtles on the seashore, but another part of me remembered the last time I saw him. He was seventeen, homeless and alone.
I visited you in Amsterdam after a crazy emotional vacation in the most beautiful place on earth. And that’s when I fell in love with you. I visited your life, personal and intense, in a city that had become my home before. You showed me a new side of it.
I used to visit her every day. I remember her vacant smile and the shadow of drool faded but still visible off of the side of her mouth. When I was a child and still too young to understand what her reality was, I remember even then loving her. “This is your mother.” They told me. I figured if she loved me enough to bring me into this world, then I could love her through to when she chooses to leave it.
She came at the time it was most unexpected. It started with a knock on the door. Then objects was hidden. She came, saw and left.
The man was sick with a rare case of tuberculosis, and the only person who would visit him – and he desisted – was his brother, more usually found enslaved at home, playing online games. Thus, the tuberculosis ridden man had no choice but to find solace and comfort during his three week isolation in refining his rapper skills and recording Youtube videos.
Lavender made him sneeze, he’d said. And it reminded him of his Baba’s cookies which always came out burnt.
She’d frowned and sprayed the bottle in his face. You’ll miss it when I’m gone. She’d winked before dashing across the room.
Smelling it now, he smiled and reached out his hand.
He is to visit today. 87 years of living, and it still doesn’t feel like enough. I wanted to travel the world, revisit all of my favorite places. But today death will visit, and there is only one place I will be traveling to.
It was not a visit I was looking forward to, but it needed to be done. As I walked through the automatic door, a blast of air smelling like Vicks Vaporub, mothballs and death hit me in the face.
“I’m here to see my mother, Jean Smalls,” I muttered to the matron with the glued-on smile at the reception counter.
Why, I muttered, are we always out of cinnamon.
I love cinnamon. I really do. I love it enough, in fact, to start the 12 mile trek to the nearest Stop-n-Go style shop to pick up more. My friend Shan and I had been living in the Catskills for the past two months. It began as a visit but ended up becoming a bit more, and I’d never been so thankful to be anywhere. You couldn’t wear out your welcome in a place like this, not living the way we did.
There’s a million places I’d go but only one place I belong. I’ve learned this now. It isn’t home, either. This whole earth… it’s just a visit. I’m visiting this planet, this life, this universe. I don’t belong here. I’ve never belonged here. I’ve accepted that, but I don’t know what to do about it.
Except get the fuck out.
Visitations are held up
by the soft, lined hands
of those who love
without restraint
without condition
who can simultaneously
see all fault and problem
and love anyways
presence is what we speak of
presence is what we notice
sometimes people attend an event
but really never visit
i love visiting with friends and relatives. This is actually one of my favorite activities and I wish I could do a lot more of it. Here in Austin, I often find that work and constant professional demands come in the way of my visiting with people I wish I could see more often.
this is umm…. im thinking too much im sorry.
I wanna go to many different places in the whorl. maybe europe or africa. places like that. out door and nature scenes. or london and glam places like hollywood and la and nyc. That would be fun.
had a visit from common sense. it asks that i notice what i see, take heed to what i hear, trust what i feel, act on what prompts, honor that inner voice, rely on my gut and have the chips fall where they may.
Shit, I thought, why are we always out of cinnamon.
I love cinnamon, I really do. Enough to even start the twelve mile trek to the nearest Stop-n-Go style shop. Me and my friend Shan had been living in the Catskills for the past two months, a mountain range to the south of New York. It was supposed to be a visit but ended up become something a bit more.
I feel so bad not paying my dad a visit more often. But when I do visit I feel as though i am impeding on his day.
I’ve visited my mind many times. It happens when one doesn’t even think about it, knowing what you want to say and see happens. Visiting a high and open place to take your mind off things, and in that moment you truly know your mind, it is an interesting site. Mind. Visitation.
Last month I visited my grandfather in California for Christmas. I love being in Huntington Beach, but this time his new wife was really getting on my nerves. In about 2 months, I’ll visit Colorado for the Crossroads tournament! :) While I’m there I also get to visit the Colorado School of Mines!
i really like visiting places. especially places like portsmouth. i never knew how much of an impact portsmouth, nh would have on me until now. i’ve reached the age where i can visit places by myself instead of having a parent or having to use the buddy system.
Harvey made his last visit to the bank to say goodbye to his…
I visited my own mind last night. A dream. It was of me and my friends we were drafted for a war. We were in a foreign country. It was hard for me to think of us all dying together, but I liked it too. I love them.
LOL 60 seconds here we go. I don’t know what to write.
A visit should be visitish, perhaps. Visitory visists are the best.
I like visits.
But sometimes my mind visits my good friend misery, and suddenly I want to pack up my case and leave.