I waver between loving you and hating you. I waver between walking away and standing here, waiting, forever. I stand and waver, indecisive, about what precisely we are, about what precisely I want. I waver between darkness and light. Love and freedom, happiness and sorry. I waver between doing what is good for me, and what I want for me. What I want is you, what is good for me is not.
waver is the only one thing i thought wouldn’t be the word for me but hey, who knows ha? when you wave you become a waver and there is nothing to wave about it. at least not this time, no.
ayse yurdakul
For the life of me I could not figure out how to get them to sign the waver. I knew the company was depending on me to convince these barbarians to put their John Hancock on the bottom of this document and time was running out.
Suddenly a loud explosion rocked the entire building sending all sorts of things toppling. Glass from windows sounded like wind-chimes i remember my mother having when I was a small child, tinkling in the background as men and women screamed or yelled orders to others who just stood there in shock.
cindi
I did not waver. Stoic, I held on. I gave no words to words that were given, and kept my eyes high. He had no power here. He would bludgeon and beat me soundly, but he would not win. I did not waver.
Amanda
to change ones thoughts or opinions because of outside influences. to walk in a crooked line. motion. drunk. ocean.
julia anne
I could waver in my opinion of him at this moment. I have no definite ties or moral objections to his way of life because I do not yet know him. While I don’t enjoy being pushed together with him, I can’t help but be excited at the prospect of love.
Natalie
As I was walking along the wet bank, I noticed a young girl sitting precariously on a piece of driftwood. She had dark brunette hair, and curls that came down to her shoulders. Her face was angelic, which also seemed to have a hint of discontent, and a dash of waver.
first i thought this was a spelling error
and that got me thinking
about my WAIVER that i had to fill out
to transfer to james river high school
mrs. fensom told me there was no magic formula
so i just wrote a big essay
on why i wanted to transfer
As I was walking along the wet bank that was scattered with seashells, I noticed a young girl sitting on precariously on driftwood. She had dark brown hair, and curls that came down to her shoulders. Her face was angelic, which also seemed to have a hint of discontent and a dash of waver.
a simple paper that ended my life. guess its not really the paper that ended it. even if i didnt sign it, id be dead. although my family would have money right about now. i guess thats life. or was anyway.
L.I.A.M.
I will waver the fee for you today. I understand that you did not call before 24 hours, like our policy states, and the paper you signed when you came in for your first appointment, but things happen..I understand that. It is a high fee, also- $70. I hope whatever made you late wasn’t too serious. If I were late to this appointment….or actually it’s missed. So.. If I were you and I missed this appointment, I would come up with a really good excuse to get out of paying the fee. I’ll take care of this one for you.
jes
I will waver the fee for you today. I understand that you did not call before 48 hours, like our policy states, and the paper you signed when you came in for your first appointment, but things happen..I understand that. It is a high fee, also- $100. I hope whatever made you late wasn’t too serious. If I were late to this appointment….or actually it’s missed. So.. If I were you and I missed this appointment, I would come up with a really good excuse to get out of paying the fee.
jessie ze
I waver to complete this exercise. I would never sign a waver without reading it carefully, maybe I would even have my daddy read it too. I am not sure how else the word can be used and I’m fairly certain I’m wavering on the edge of failure for this exercise.
Brittney
one world is this one we are living in right now, and have been all these years. this one world is different from all the others and should stay like this. keeping its identity, the many identities it has.
Mihaela
I’m wavering… between two extremes. I can’t tell you how much I hate this. The indecision. It’s killing me. Using me up, the same way that you use me. Burning through me like a forest fire, leaping from tree to tree.
Tkot
My love for you will never waver. Though my heart is bleeding and the pain I am feeling is astounding, I will love you forever. Nothing will ever change the way I feel for you. I cherish the few moments that we had together, replaying them over and over in my mind. My only comfort are the sweet words you have written to me in weeks past. Is this truly going to fix things? I dont think so but I suppose only time will tell. I hope for you that it does, I hope for you a happy future with her, why I couldnt be part of it too, I dont know. I miss you terribly. Im aching, finding no beautiful thing full of sorrow. Im sorry things are this way, Im sorry you were hurting, Im sorry all of our love wasnt enough to keep your fears aside. She doesnt deserve you, but then who does. You truly are beautiful, inside and out. I love you and miss you, forever my darling.
Jillian
At first I thought of waiver, and thought about all the things in my life that I would like to be able to use a waiver on. Then I realized that this word meant a person that waves, like the friendly greeting you use when you run into someone you know.
Her lip quivered as she prepared to utter the words she could barely believe came from her own very mind. She needed to speak the truth. She could not waver. But then again…what was there to do? The decision was made once she spoke “I think…”
Elizabeth
you know, i’m not quite sure what a waver is. maybe someone that waves? at first, i thought the word said waiver, as in a piece of paper or document that waives a fee or something else that might be relevant to waive.
karista
???? to shake back and forth. That reminds me of my friend who would shake when she laughed. It was pretty annoying at the time, but it kind of gave her a signature move. Everyone has a signature move, right? Obama’s, “Yes, we can!” will leave a permanent impression on America.
Grace Rubenstein
I like signing wavers to things that I really don’t feel like doing. I sometimes wish there was a waver for a lot more things in my life that I really don’t like doing.. like falling out of love and dealing with heartbreak, or losing a loved one, or feeling like a failure when you couldn’t quite do something the as best as you thought you could.
ashley
Some people are wavers. Some are greeters. I’m a smiler but not a speaker.
hes like a surfer but he rides the waves without a board. a man that can walk on water, he can make waves and destroy them. the master of water. thats what he is. blue waves is what he does. he has a blue, fat face.
waver
waver
i first i thought waiver
but no this is a person that waves
queen elizabeth
that is about all I got for wavers
red coats suck
that whole royal wedding thing was royally gay
usa!
Phil
Would his resolve waver, after going this far, to another world in a ship filled with nothing but his dreams?
yhjvyvhyn hello, how ARE ya doing?!??? Waver gaver party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! favor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is such a long time what is it going to do when our time is up
andrew
someone who sees someone and wants to say hi but they can’t find the words to be like hey what’s up so they just wave and then kind of awkwardly put their head down or look at their phone or the floor or something along those lines to avoid speaking to anyone
allie
i waver about the future of human kind. nothing is secure and as the years go by it becomes worst
Aoki Kotomi
waving at passers-by I keep feeling like I’m deathly alone maybe in the future someone will remove me or something but for now apathy is therapy this is the last thing anyone wants so i won
Zack
Take time and waver from what feels right. Take time, step back, and look at everything you call “life”. Don’t fret over previous beings, taking over all that we’ve ever seen. It’s okay not to know, not to feel okay. It wouldn’t be wavering if there were nothing to waver from. If there were no past to step back and finish covering behind layers of sand.
Waver from the past. Take up arms and follow your fellow men into war. Waver from your first love. Forget about the gentle kisses and become drunken with that anew. Waver from familiarity. Move.
Change mind, easily bendable with thoughts and suggestions
Penny
The woman strolled across the balcony, looking at the ocean pounding against the sand. Her feelings for that man had began to waver and she felt disorientated and confused.
How could she still love him after how he treated her? Their relationship together was wrong but she adored him still. She could not let her feelings go, no matter how many times he hit her. No one understood her.
Morgan
Don’t waver from far being. Anything from your subtle waters gone. Do not waver from the lands that brought you here. Take hold of life as time bring you near. Do not waver from the love my heart has shown. Take me closer now — don’t let go. Don’t waver, my friend, from the ideas of life. Give me little hints, to your pain and strife. Do not waver from your undying truth. Lie down with the wolves, and live how you choose.
Brittany Rose
The ocean is one of my favorite places
The tingly sand inbetween your toes
Warm sun beating onto your face
Cold water splashing your ankles
I’m waiving life science in school
Why would that be a requirement if you can just disregard it anyway
to be unsure and waver in your ideas. to be unbalanced and waver on your feet. to be the one who waves first – a waver at others. wavering is not the worst thing, it shows consideration, but you shouldn’t waver in your serious convictions. don’t let others force you to waver.
sarah
“So, what do you say?” he said, gazing at her with a huge smile. The smile faded; he looked crestfallen.
“Wait, what? What’s wrong?” she asked quickly.
“Forget it… you wavered. I… nevermind… I shouldn’t have done this… it was…” he faltered, his voice turning into incoherent syllables, as he shoved the small box back into his pocket.
“No, no, I just… I was so shocked, I …” she stumbled. “Wait, please!” She placed her hand on his shoulder.
Her touch seemed to burn him, and he recoiled, spinning around so he didn’t have to face her.
She was wavering in the corner, like she did everyday, as if she were a limp tree in a strong breeze in the fall time. I knew the sickness was getting worst, it was affecting her body, her nerves, her mind. I watched her waver everyday in the same corner, like she was planted to the floor, to always waver.
Talia
A child hesitates, simple options present themselves before him. He wavers. A teenage boy stutters, simple words sit at the end of his tounge. He wavers. An young man sighs, his pockets empty and his heart heavy. And though all he has is a smile that is not his own, he wavers. An old man breaths deeply, his last few breaths. He wears a smile, though it is not his own. He is alone, but has a ring on his finger, and his heart is heavy with the weight of the one who has given him his expression. His pockets are still empty, but his heart is full. As he breathes out his last breath, he does not waver.
One can weigh the risks, the choice to live to the fullest possible will always be a difficult one to make. But you should always choose the option that most allows you to live, because one day you will not have the choice.
Sami
I have no idea what a waver is. Maybe it’s something related to waves and the ocean and the beach…? I like the beach. Well, sometimes I don’t.
I waver between loving you and hating you. I waver between walking away and standing here, waiting, forever. I stand and waver, indecisive, about what precisely we are, about what precisely I want. I waver between darkness and light. Love and freedom, happiness and sorry. I waver between doing what is good for me, and what I want for me. What I want is you, what is good for me is not.
waver is the only one thing i thought wouldn’t be the word for me but hey, who knows ha? when you wave you become a waver and there is nothing to wave about it. at least not this time, no.
For the life of me I could not figure out how to get them to sign the waver. I knew the company was depending on me to convince these barbarians to put their John Hancock on the bottom of this document and time was running out.
Suddenly a loud explosion rocked the entire building sending all sorts of things toppling. Glass from windows sounded like wind-chimes i remember my mother having when I was a small child, tinkling in the background as men and women screamed or yelled orders to others who just stood there in shock.
I did not waver. Stoic, I held on. I gave no words to words that were given, and kept my eyes high. He had no power here. He would bludgeon and beat me soundly, but he would not win. I did not waver.
to change ones thoughts or opinions because of outside influences. to walk in a crooked line. motion. drunk. ocean.
I could waver in my opinion of him at this moment. I have no definite ties or moral objections to his way of life because I do not yet know him. While I don’t enjoy being pushed together with him, I can’t help but be excited at the prospect of love.
As I was walking along the wet bank, I noticed a young girl sitting precariously on a piece of driftwood. She had dark brunette hair, and curls that came down to her shoulders. Her face was angelic, which also seemed to have a hint of discontent, and a dash of waver.
first i thought this was a spelling error
and that got me thinking
about my WAIVER that i had to fill out
to transfer to james river high school
mrs. fensom told me there was no magic formula
so i just wrote a big essay
on why i wanted to transfer
As I was walking along the wet bank that was scattered with seashells, I noticed a young girl sitting on precariously on driftwood. She had dark brown hair, and curls that came down to her shoulders. Her face was angelic, which also seemed to have a hint of discontent and a dash of waver.
a simple paper that ended my life. guess its not really the paper that ended it. even if i didnt sign it, id be dead. although my family would have money right about now. i guess thats life. or was anyway.
I will waver the fee for you today. I understand that you did not call before 24 hours, like our policy states, and the paper you signed when you came in for your first appointment, but things happen..I understand that. It is a high fee, also- $70. I hope whatever made you late wasn’t too serious. If I were late to this appointment….or actually it’s missed. So.. If I were you and I missed this appointment, I would come up with a really good excuse to get out of paying the fee. I’ll take care of this one for you.
I will waver the fee for you today. I understand that you did not call before 48 hours, like our policy states, and the paper you signed when you came in for your first appointment, but things happen..I understand that. It is a high fee, also- $100. I hope whatever made you late wasn’t too serious. If I were late to this appointment….or actually it’s missed. So.. If I were you and I missed this appointment, I would come up with a really good excuse to get out of paying the fee.
I waver to complete this exercise. I would never sign a waver without reading it carefully, maybe I would even have my daddy read it too. I am not sure how else the word can be used and I’m fairly certain I’m wavering on the edge of failure for this exercise.
one world is this one we are living in right now, and have been all these years. this one world is different from all the others and should stay like this. keeping its identity, the many identities it has.
I’m wavering… between two extremes. I can’t tell you how much I hate this. The indecision. It’s killing me. Using me up, the same way that you use me. Burning through me like a forest fire, leaping from tree to tree.
My love for you will never waver. Though my heart is bleeding and the pain I am feeling is astounding, I will love you forever. Nothing will ever change the way I feel for you. I cherish the few moments that we had together, replaying them over and over in my mind. My only comfort are the sweet words you have written to me in weeks past. Is this truly going to fix things? I dont think so but I suppose only time will tell. I hope for you that it does, I hope for you a happy future with her, why I couldnt be part of it too, I dont know. I miss you terribly. Im aching, finding no beautiful thing full of sorrow. Im sorry things are this way, Im sorry you were hurting, Im sorry all of our love wasnt enough to keep your fears aside. She doesnt deserve you, but then who does. You truly are beautiful, inside and out. I love you and miss you, forever my darling.
At first I thought of waiver, and thought about all the things in my life that I would like to be able to use a waiver on. Then I realized that this word meant a person that waves, like the friendly greeting you use when you run into someone you know.
Her lip quivered as she prepared to utter the words she could barely believe came from her own very mind. She needed to speak the truth. She could not waver. But then again…what was there to do? The decision was made once she spoke “I think…”
you know, i’m not quite sure what a waver is. maybe someone that waves? at first, i thought the word said waiver, as in a piece of paper or document that waives a fee or something else that might be relevant to waive.
???? to shake back and forth. That reminds me of my friend who would shake when she laughed. It was pretty annoying at the time, but it kind of gave her a signature move. Everyone has a signature move, right? Obama’s, “Yes, we can!” will leave a permanent impression on America.
I like signing wavers to things that I really don’t feel like doing. I sometimes wish there was a waver for a lot more things in my life that I really don’t like doing.. like falling out of love and dealing with heartbreak, or losing a loved one, or feeling like a failure when you couldn’t quite do something the as best as you thought you could.
Some people are wavers. Some are greeters. I’m a smiler but not a speaker.
hes like a surfer but he rides the waves without a board. a man that can walk on water, he can make waves and destroy them. the master of water. thats what he is. blue waves is what he does. he has a blue, fat face.
waver
i first i thought waiver
but no this is a person that waves
queen elizabeth
that is about all I got for wavers
red coats suck
that whole royal wedding thing was royally gay
usa!
Would his resolve waver, after going this far, to another world in a ship filled with nothing but his dreams?
yhjvyvhyn hello, how ARE ya doing?!??? Waver gaver party!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! favor!!!!!!!!!!!!!! this is such a long time what is it going to do when our time is up
someone who sees someone and wants to say hi but they can’t find the words to be like hey what’s up so they just wave and then kind of awkwardly put their head down or look at their phone or the floor or something along those lines to avoid speaking to anyone
i waver about the future of human kind. nothing is secure and as the years go by it becomes worst
waving at passers-by I keep feeling like I’m deathly alone maybe in the future someone will remove me or something but for now apathy is therapy this is the last thing anyone wants so i won
Take time and waver from what feels right. Take time, step back, and look at everything you call “life”. Don’t fret over previous beings, taking over all that we’ve ever seen. It’s okay not to know, not to feel okay. It wouldn’t be wavering if there were nothing to waver from. If there were no past to step back and finish covering behind layers of sand.
Waver from the past. Take up arms and follow your fellow men into war. Waver from your first love. Forget about the gentle kisses and become drunken with that anew. Waver from familiarity. Move.
Change mind, easily bendable with thoughts and suggestions
The woman strolled across the balcony, looking at the ocean pounding against the sand. Her feelings for that man had began to waver and she felt disorientated and confused.
How could she still love him after how he treated her? Their relationship together was wrong but she adored him still. She could not let her feelings go, no matter how many times he hit her. No one understood her.
Don’t waver from far being. Anything from your subtle waters gone. Do not waver from the lands that brought you here. Take hold of life as time bring you near. Do not waver from the love my heart has shown. Take me closer now — don’t let go. Don’t waver, my friend, from the ideas of life. Give me little hints, to your pain and strife. Do not waver from your undying truth. Lie down with the wolves, and live how you choose.
The ocean is one of my favorite places
The tingly sand inbetween your toes
Warm sun beating onto your face
Cold water splashing your ankles
I’m waiving life science in school
Why would that be a requirement if you can just disregard it anyway
to be unsure and waver in your ideas. to be unbalanced and waver on your feet. to be the one who waves first – a waver at others. wavering is not the worst thing, it shows consideration, but you shouldn’t waver in your serious convictions. don’t let others force you to waver.
“So, what do you say?” he said, gazing at her with a huge smile. The smile faded; he looked crestfallen.
“Wait, what? What’s wrong?” she asked quickly.
“Forget it… you wavered. I… nevermind… I shouldn’t have done this… it was…” he faltered, his voice turning into incoherent syllables, as he shoved the small box back into his pocket.
“No, no, I just… I was so shocked, I …” she stumbled. “Wait, please!” She placed her hand on his shoulder.
Her touch seemed to burn him, and he recoiled, spinning around so he didn’t have to face her.
She was wavering in the corner, like she did everyday, as if she were a limp tree in a strong breeze in the fall time. I knew the sickness was getting worst, it was affecting her body, her nerves, her mind. I watched her waver everyday in the same corner, like she was planted to the floor, to always waver.
A child hesitates, simple options present themselves before him. He wavers. A teenage boy stutters, simple words sit at the end of his tounge. He wavers. An young man sighs, his pockets empty and his heart heavy. And though all he has is a smile that is not his own, he wavers. An old man breaths deeply, his last few breaths. He wears a smile, though it is not his own. He is alone, but has a ring on his finger, and his heart is heavy with the weight of the one who has given him his expression. His pockets are still empty, but his heart is full. As he breathes out his last breath, he does not waver.
One can weigh the risks, the choice to live to the fullest possible will always be a difficult one to make. But you should always choose the option that most allows you to live, because one day you will not have the choice.
I have no idea what a waver is. Maybe it’s something related to waves and the ocean and the beach…? I like the beach. Well, sometimes I don’t.