You waver in the decisions
that mean less to you
than all the smallest big one
yet that minute decision
is the one on which you waver
the one that gives you the least security
what if that one decision
affected all the rest
and subconciously
you have a preferred direction
but how do you know if that will be right
for all other decisions
you may make in the future?
jillmjacobs
Waivering, quivering, shaking. You can see her little goose pimples. She’s crying and calling you a bastard. Your flowers are out the window now. This is why wine was a bad choice.
The infectious waver held his hand tightly. She attempted to shake free from his quivery grip but unable to do so, gave in and held him close. It was too hard to resist.
Keshav B
i don’t know what to write about waver. I guess people try not to waver from things…I’m not really sure how to explain the word, much less write about it..and for 60 seconds… wow, couldn’t they have picked an easier and more interesting word to write about. What on earth is there to write about the word waver? Anyone?
Alice
I waver the right to freedom by becoming a mom. I love the bondage of servitude I feel when raising my sons. I’m so proud of the accomplishments each of them have made. I wish they all lived closer. I thank God for rewarding me with Justin, Cody, and Chase! I think motherhood is the greatest honor in the world. Amen to all mothers who love their kids.
robyn
hands are shaky, like the sail on a boat on some waves
quickly we go back anf forth, stuck in a moment of time that repeats and reverses and repeats. the unknown is present. almost like a vibration of the unspeakable, the unknowable.
isabella
What to do? the indecision. Wavering between the options. Critical choices. I t could make the day or break the day. The wavering keep me sending her back. Yes? Yes or No? Should I have the omlette or eggs benny?
I wavered once. I had the opportunity to do something great, and I didn’t. Or more like, I didn’t waver. My mouth should have wavered open, my voice should have wavered out. Well, it should have belted out, but it didn’t, and even a waver would be good, but I didn’t manage that, either. I just…. Muted. No belt. No waver. Just nothing.
Archie
I have to get a waver so I can give it to them so if they get hurt we will not be liable. Therefore our company can not get sued even though they might injury themselves on our property participating in our service.
Emily
“Can you waver these fees?” asked the destitute young mother.
“Absolutely not, we like to be assholes!” the fuzz replied.
Mike W
I stood alone at the top of the cliff face. The men behind me had stopped running a long time ago, they knew i’d never get out of this place. My hands itched. I stepped back a few inches, then i turned and ran. my bare feet had numbed now but the blood still left footprints, I was too easy to follow and being caught was not an option. I kept running, tears streaming down my face. I could feel my confidence begin to fail me, and then it snapped. I tripped and fell, deep and heavy sobs erupted from my lungs as the salt water dissolved the dried salt already on my face. I heard a car door slam behind me and i instinctively leapt up and began to run. I could hear growling and barking now, they had brought dogs. I was an easy target. Then I found myself at a cliff face once more. I could see my footprints on the damp grass. I turned frantically to see three of the dogs propelling towards me, closing the gap faster then I could think. I drew closer to the cliffs edge, inch by inch. A small, wavering smile flittered across my lips, and then I pushed. I fell deep down. The waves caught me and the dogs, almost motherly, then slammed all four bodies against the cliff. I felt every bone in my body at once, every muscle, every fibre, every cell and every nerve. They all screamed protest. Scratching and clawing at my brain as the sea drew me back again. Then the second wave propelled me higher and i could hear nothing but snapping and cracking. But I did not cry, or if I did the sea washed them away before I was aware of them. I heard a distant yelp. Then my ragdoll remains slammed against the wall again. Blackness surrounded me then, nothing but blackness.
And then, there was a lantern, illuminating the path ahead.
I follow.
Phoenix Morriss
My feelings have wavered about you. But mostly, I felt this anger and hatred, that you didn’t care as much as I did. But now, too late, I know that you did. And I can’t change the fact that I did what I did. It’s too late. Time is a fickle friend.
Japes
“tuition waver” sounds very attractive, but it was hard to get the waver for an international student. if i could be wavered anything, that would have been great.
kaorita
Say hello to the simple passerby. Pure such ignorance is a virtue amusing lesser beings. Likelihood the foul tense renders across the lesser plains. Highly unrecognizable, it sinks. This growling pain. Gaping, its opening like a endless void. Contemplating on reenactment is futile, who is to blame?
just count me out on the conformist everything of living here, the polite friendly conversations with not a shred of kindness behind it, no humanity in anything, it is after all a place where a misjudged phrase can threaten your life, where politics kills, where opinions are to be hermetically guarded, where charity is merely a parade of wealth and status, strutting out to balls and sending big cheques to foreign cultures they look down upon, while the neighbour next door can’t heat her house and has only eaten rice krispies for the last two weeks so her kids were fed and they wouldn’t demean themselves to say good morning to her, where human life has very little value, where children pay the price, brutalised in their churches- the expression of the soul of this province
geraldine
Anne fidgeted on the uncomfortable plastic seat as the school hall descended into semi-darkness and the audience fell silent. Someone coughed down at the front. Mrs Brown struck up on the piano and the curtains opened. There, standing in the spotlight, stood Thomas, on his own. Nervously, he began to sing. Anne’s stomach flipped into knots as she heard her son’s wavering little voice begin to soar above the piano.
alison cross
when we first saw the boat it was sailing like a flannel on an oil tin – turgid and floral – blooms of steam sprouted in tendrils around the vents and green rimmed plumes whipped the prow
As the light wavers on and off, all I can think about is you. No longer does the light waver on and off. It is dark. I sit in this dark room and think of the only thing that can bring light to my day. I sit in this dark room and think of you.
I saw him, standing by the cliff, looking ahead and not speaking. An empty look in his eyes, it broke my heart. I hid behind the tree and kept watching, wondering where his emotions were going to take him…Thean I saw him waver and my heart skipped a beat. I hoped, I wondered, I prayed…
I didn’t know how to vote, despite the fact I am a member of the Labour Party. I don’t like the Labour Party now. My values have not changed, but theirs. I arrived at the polling booth and stared. I gave my vote to Liberal Democrat. It was tough, and I wavered, but it was the right thing to do. I probably won’t do it again, because after the kicking the Labour Party got at the polls, I imagine they’ll start to make some appropriate changes.
Jemima
I wave the rights for you to own a heart. You have destroyed far too many already. You have no idea what you do.
Jake Steps
She wavers,
She wavers as she strives
For composition,
For totality,
Swirling
Swaying
Sweeping sensations
Giving life
To illumination
Oh no not again it’s still happening I thought I had it under control but no not yet in fact not in this lifetime. Why oh why can’t I make a decision without waveing.
Shirley
Wavering, she was wavering there. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t stand. Her mind was in chaos. She was shivering, but was it from the cold? Her voice was silent, but trembling in her mind. It was awful.Why did she feel this way? What happened? All she knew was that the emotions just came bursting in. From nothing, from everything. From anything.
zero.clue
To waver or not. There was little time to think about the entire idea, but instead he found himself thinking of the stuff that happened yesterday. That made it all the more difficult, but at the same time… He could only drive in that direction. It was the only way. To waver the last license to access it to help them was… madness.
Waver! what a boring word. Not much to really say about a waver. I think of relief, happiness, an exhale of breathe at being waved from something horrible.
I constantly waver between whether or not i should talk to lauren. i waver about our status as friends and i waver between whether or not i actually even like her anymore. I don’t think i do. she is simply not very nice or very positive and i dont like it
Meg Taylor
a waver is pretty cool. you can do some shit that you wouldn’t be able to do without parental permission, sweet. Like go jump on some trampolines at Jump Street. or get your ears pierced. or get a tattoo. Or eat some really spicy ice cream, as seen on food network. who makes spicy ice cream anyway? and why? What a strange yet brilliant combination. Something cold, yet hot. Pure genius.
Celeste
Couldn’t relate to this word any more than right now. When my interests expire,
and my mind wanders, just what are we to do?
My decisions wavered as I looked at my options. There were two different distinct paths in front of me, but what should I take? I knew what I SHOULD do, or at least I thought I did. But once the actual decision was infront of me I didn’t know what to do.
Bethany
A waver is not just any kind of individual- its that individual who always irritates you by waving at you across the crowded room. You feel some kind of obligation to respond, even though you have no memory of them. You are torn between some kind of ethical need to go find them, and your total lack of interest in anything they could possibly have to say. Not fun.
John Smith
A waver is an unusual device usually located in transmat machines…It can help teleport you across the galaxy in less time than it takes you to boil an egg. Though why you would be boiling an egg instead of teleporting I really don’t know. What it does is offer the galaxy a refund on its worst movie if it will let you skip physics.
John Smith
I was driving along the highway, top down on my Malibu, bright sunshine on a beautiful day shining down on me. To my right, I see this rapidly waving man, as if he knew who I was. Crazy man driving.
Jacki
Wavves. Nathan Williams. W33d. Snacks. Bethany Cosentino. Liking James Albert so shamelessly from afar and relating my pathetic crush to best coast lyrics. Best coast + wavves = best show ever. Wow this was lame. I’m such a bad writer.
you cannot sit on the fence your entire life. Actually, you can. But your loss will be profound at the end of your life on planet earth. Why do I sound so strong on this subject? We were created with free wills to choose as we wish.
You waver in the decisions
that mean less to you
than all the smallest big one
yet that minute decision
is the one on which you waver
the one that gives you the least security
what if that one decision
affected all the rest
and subconciously
you have a preferred direction
but how do you know if that will be right
for all other decisions
you may make in the future?
Waivering, quivering, shaking. You can see her little goose pimples. She’s crying and calling you a bastard. Your flowers are out the window now. This is why wine was a bad choice.
The infectious waver held his hand tightly. She attempted to shake free from his quivery grip but unable to do so, gave in and held him close. It was too hard to resist.
i don’t know what to write about waver. I guess people try not to waver from things…I’m not really sure how to explain the word, much less write about it..and for 60 seconds… wow, couldn’t they have picked an easier and more interesting word to write about. What on earth is there to write about the word waver? Anyone?
I waver the right to freedom by becoming a mom. I love the bondage of servitude I feel when raising my sons. I’m so proud of the accomplishments each of them have made. I wish they all lived closer. I thank God for rewarding me with Justin, Cody, and Chase! I think motherhood is the greatest honor in the world. Amen to all mothers who love their kids.
hands are shaky, like the sail on a boat on some waves
quickly we go back anf forth, stuck in a moment of time that repeats and reverses and repeats. the unknown is present. almost like a vibration of the unspeakable, the unknowable.
What to do? the indecision. Wavering between the options. Critical choices. I t could make the day or break the day. The wavering keep me sending her back. Yes? Yes or No? Should I have the omlette or eggs benny?
I wavered once. I had the opportunity to do something great, and I didn’t. Or more like, I didn’t waver. My mouth should have wavered open, my voice should have wavered out. Well, it should have belted out, but it didn’t, and even a waver would be good, but I didn’t manage that, either. I just…. Muted. No belt. No waver. Just nothing.
I have to get a waver so I can give it to them so if they get hurt we will not be liable. Therefore our company can not get sued even though they might injury themselves on our property participating in our service.
“Can you waver these fees?” asked the destitute young mother.
“Absolutely not, we like to be assholes!” the fuzz replied.
I stood alone at the top of the cliff face. The men behind me had stopped running a long time ago, they knew i’d never get out of this place. My hands itched. I stepped back a few inches, then i turned and ran. my bare feet had numbed now but the blood still left footprints, I was too easy to follow and being caught was not an option. I kept running, tears streaming down my face. I could feel my confidence begin to fail me, and then it snapped. I tripped and fell, deep and heavy sobs erupted from my lungs as the salt water dissolved the dried salt already on my face. I heard a car door slam behind me and i instinctively leapt up and began to run. I could hear growling and barking now, they had brought dogs. I was an easy target. Then I found myself at a cliff face once more. I could see my footprints on the damp grass. I turned frantically to see three of the dogs propelling towards me, closing the gap faster then I could think. I drew closer to the cliffs edge, inch by inch. A small, wavering smile flittered across my lips, and then I pushed. I fell deep down. The waves caught me and the dogs, almost motherly, then slammed all four bodies against the cliff. I felt every bone in my body at once, every muscle, every fibre, every cell and every nerve. They all screamed protest. Scratching and clawing at my brain as the sea drew me back again. Then the second wave propelled me higher and i could hear nothing but snapping and cracking. But I did not cry, or if I did the sea washed them away before I was aware of them. I heard a distant yelp. Then my ragdoll remains slammed against the wall again. Blackness surrounded me then, nothing but blackness.
And then, there was a lantern, illuminating the path ahead.
I follow.
My feelings have wavered about you. But mostly, I felt this anger and hatred, that you didn’t care as much as I did. But now, too late, I know that you did. And I can’t change the fact that I did what I did. It’s too late. Time is a fickle friend.
“tuition waver” sounds very attractive, but it was hard to get the waver for an international student. if i could be wavered anything, that would have been great.
Say hello to the simple passerby. Pure such ignorance is a virtue amusing lesser beings. Likelihood the foul tense renders across the lesser plains. Highly unrecognizable, it sinks. This growling pain. Gaping, its opening like a endless void. Contemplating on reenactment is futile, who is to blame?
just count me out on the conformist everything of living here, the polite friendly conversations with not a shred of kindness behind it, no humanity in anything, it is after all a place where a misjudged phrase can threaten your life, where politics kills, where opinions are to be hermetically guarded, where charity is merely a parade of wealth and status, strutting out to balls and sending big cheques to foreign cultures they look down upon, while the neighbour next door can’t heat her house and has only eaten rice krispies for the last two weeks so her kids were fed and they wouldn’t demean themselves to say good morning to her, where human life has very little value, where children pay the price, brutalised in their churches- the expression of the soul of this province
Anne fidgeted on the uncomfortable plastic seat as the school hall descended into semi-darkness and the audience fell silent. Someone coughed down at the front. Mrs Brown struck up on the piano and the curtains opened. There, standing in the spotlight, stood Thomas, on his own. Nervously, he began to sing. Anne’s stomach flipped into knots as she heard her son’s wavering little voice begin to soar above the piano.
when we first saw the boat it was sailing like a flannel on an oil tin – turgid and floral – blooms of steam sprouted in tendrils around the vents and green rimmed plumes whipped the prow
As the light wavers on and off, all I can think about is you. No longer does the light waver on and off. It is dark. I sit in this dark room and think of the only thing that can bring light to my day. I sit in this dark room and think of you.
I saw him, standing by the cliff, looking ahead and not speaking. An empty look in his eyes, it broke my heart. I hid behind the tree and kept watching, wondering where his emotions were going to take him…Thean I saw him waver and my heart skipped a beat. I hoped, I wondered, I prayed…
I didn’t know how to vote, despite the fact I am a member of the Labour Party. I don’t like the Labour Party now. My values have not changed, but theirs. I arrived at the polling booth and stared. I gave my vote to Liberal Democrat. It was tough, and I wavered, but it was the right thing to do. I probably won’t do it again, because after the kicking the Labour Party got at the polls, I imagine they’ll start to make some appropriate changes.
I wave the rights for you to own a heart. You have destroyed far too many already. You have no idea what you do.
She wavers,
She wavers as she strives
For composition,
For totality,
Swirling
Swaying
Sweeping sensations
Giving life
To illumination
From a larger perspective, being a waver, means to me more like being an opportunity seeker.
Stevie smith’s poem , there was a waver in it , nobkdy knew on the beach but this person was waving and drowning. it was sad.
“hey, remember the first day we met?” he asks, looking over the bridge and down to the water below.
“…no,” you stammer, voice uneven, and he smiles.
“the sky gave birth to the stars that night,” he says, then turns to face you.
“what would you do if there were a boy drowning down there, drowning in your love?”
“i wouldn’t save him,” you reply, and you give him a small smile.
Oh no not again it’s still happening I thought I had it under control but no not yet in fact not in this lifetime. Why oh why can’t I make a decision without waveing.
Wavering, she was wavering there. She couldn’t speak, she couldn’t stand. Her mind was in chaos. She was shivering, but was it from the cold? Her voice was silent, but trembling in her mind. It was awful.Why did she feel this way? What happened? All she knew was that the emotions just came bursting in. From nothing, from everything. From anything.
To waver or not. There was little time to think about the entire idea, but instead he found himself thinking of the stuff that happened yesterday. That made it all the more difficult, but at the same time… He could only drive in that direction. It was the only way. To waver the last license to access it to help them was… madness.
Please don’t. Stay on this most important path, it may well be the most crucial crusade of your life.
Waver! what a boring word. Not much to really say about a waver. I think of relief, happiness, an exhale of breathe at being waved from something horrible.
I constantly waver between whether or not i should talk to lauren. i waver about our status as friends and i waver between whether or not i actually even like her anymore. I don’t think i do. she is simply not very nice or very positive and i dont like it
a waver is pretty cool. you can do some shit that you wouldn’t be able to do without parental permission, sweet. Like go jump on some trampolines at Jump Street. or get your ears pierced. or get a tattoo. Or eat some really spicy ice cream, as seen on food network. who makes spicy ice cream anyway? and why? What a strange yet brilliant combination. Something cold, yet hot. Pure genius.
Couldn’t relate to this word any more than right now. When my interests expire,
and my mind wanders, just what are we to do?
wait a female in the navy during wwll?
My decisions wavered as I looked at my options. There were two different distinct paths in front of me, but what should I take? I knew what I SHOULD do, or at least I thought I did. But once the actual decision was infront of me I didn’t know what to do.
A waver is not just any kind of individual- its that individual who always irritates you by waving at you across the crowded room. You feel some kind of obligation to respond, even though you have no memory of them. You are torn between some kind of ethical need to go find them, and your total lack of interest in anything they could possibly have to say. Not fun.
A waver is an unusual device usually located in transmat machines…It can help teleport you across the galaxy in less time than it takes you to boil an egg. Though why you would be boiling an egg instead of teleporting I really don’t know. What it does is offer the galaxy a refund on its worst movie if it will let you skip physics.
I was driving along the highway, top down on my Malibu, bright sunshine on a beautiful day shining down on me. To my right, I see this rapidly waving man, as if he knew who I was. Crazy man driving.
Wavves. Nathan Williams. W33d. Snacks. Bethany Cosentino. Liking James Albert so shamelessly from afar and relating my pathetic crush to best coast lyrics. Best coast + wavves = best show ever. Wow this was lame. I’m such a bad writer.
you cannot sit on the fence your entire life. Actually, you can. But your loss will be profound at the end of your life on planet earth. Why do I sound so strong on this subject? We were created with free wills to choose as we wish.