I like how
you never say
if
it’s always
when.
‘When we get out of here..’
‘When we grow up..’
‘When we can do what we want..’
I think I like the
“we” that follows
even more.
arabesque
when I was a young boy, I played the silver balls…
when I was a young girl, I watched and waited for the LEGO towers to collapse and fall back into the dust from which they had been created. I was a god, a little god with only the smallest wish for destruction: only so that it could be reborn as greater, more beautiful, more flamboyant in its destruction.
chen
when???what…???what is hapenenin wwhen??
i dontnoe…..when will the green bar stop….what is when???…no idea about time date…etc…
hargun
When? Where? Why? When will that little green bar of pressure run out? It’s dashing across the top of the box. I’ve never done this before. When will I do it again? Ever? AH!!! it’s red!!!! When does it run out?!?!?!?
JD
I was young there were many folks on the block with smiles, pastry and a good soul. Cakes, cookies and the smell of apple pie was all that was required to make a fresh spring day as wonderful as it could be.
Chris Hart
When I get this done
When I get out of here
When I finish this story
When I finish getting over you
When, when, when,
When will this happen?
Sounds like a tomorrow,
but I’m still living in the past, in fact,
when everything was nice
[only on the outside].
This When will come when Tomorrow does
and we all know tomorrow is always a day away:
an unreachable 24 hours away that I’ll never meet.
Maybe you could help me get there.
Whenever that happens.
Helenn
When I was alive the stars burned brighter and the wind was colder. Ice was in the air and it burned my skin, but now the stars are grey and the air warm. When I was alive I was magnificent.
Jack
When it all breaks down only the big-picture folks are left, spraying saliva with doom in your ear….
Let them whither-whine; I am them.
It’s black and folding into us, this culture’s never meant less
nick
when why where so many questions we ask ourselves day after day and yet do we ever really bother to take the time to bother answering them? We are not the philosophers the poets of days gone buy we are the philistines of the future barley observing the death of the future while eating hambugers and watching E!.
Leah
When I was young I made mistakes. When I grew older I still made mistakes but the consequences of the mistakes grew with me. When we add age we do not always add wisdom. When we fail we learn. Do not be afraid of failure.
mockmaw
a long time ago there was a child who kept asking when when when and all she was told was soon soon soon. One day she woke up asked when and was told now. She got dressed packed her bags and left her house to go on a great adventure. The same adventure that both her parents had gone on.
Sue
When?
When will I find a wonderful man that isn’t married, a teacher, or unattainable in any way. When I find that man, I will be unsatisfied. I will run off and have an affair with another man who is unattainable because I will be in another relationship with a man who isn’t.
Carl
when I go to the store, I wish i HAD THE MONEY TO BUY WHAT I WANT. I do not though, that is the result of my parents decisions long before I existed. There is nothing I can do to change the past, but perhaps I can change my future.
When I think about the future, though, I am very scared. IDK WHAT TO DO.
Emily
WHen i was a young girl, I had two baby dolls. One was named Alba, and the other Clara. My mother would read me the book called, “The House of The Spirits” and that is where those two names came from. Clara was the mother and Alba the granddaughter.
Carl
when i think of when i think of i have an aim window open this reminds me of the trians of thoughts in schizophrenics we learned about in psyche class.. i dont really like that class… when also reminds me of a clockwork orange, something really little and easy to understand but when used in the right context has a very deep meaning… a clockwork orange was avery good movie… im listening to everlast = whats is like… when is like a time .
asdf
when i was
a young boy
my father
took me into the city
to see a marching band
when i was young
i never needed anyone
and making love was just for fun
those days are gone
whenever life gets you down- always look on the bright side of life
gabi
when. not if.
eleanor
when. I don’t know if it will happen. i don’t know if the friendship will come. is this irreparable? I am hurt. I am so hurt. the depth of this is overwhelming. drowning, sometimes. I still dream of you. I hold off of other things because I miss you. I think of you. I think of you all the time. I feel crazy. Crazy, ungrounded. where is it? I love you still. god damn, I love you still.
triz
when i thing about you, i wonder about what could have been.
and when i think about what could have been, i think: “what was i thinking?”
but in the end, it makes no difference–except as it makes a difference to us, right now–and it makes me wonder what we are today…?
ka-blow!
When are you ever going to learn? You never listen. You think you have all the answers. When things backfire, you blame others. That’s not going to work. You have to own your mistakes and learn from them.
Becky
you are in rome, do as the romans do. when you see a star, wish on it. who, what, where, why, how.
sasha
im always waiting, it doesnt matter though, im still gonna go through all the same bull shit no matter how long i have to wait. short or long, i will suffer all the same
alexander
when. it’s a great word. it alludes to something that might actually happen, even though there’s a chance it won’t.
when. when, when, when. when will i learn?
Andriano
is the word that describes a situation. together with where who and why one of the most important words.
sietze
When I see a butterfly I am immediately captured by its beauty. In awe I stare, envious. They are not only beautiful but free… free to do whatever they please. The delicacy of their gorgeous engraved wings delicately flittering from flower to flower makes me smile.
Jena
is when like when are are we meeting when are we going on our date.
nicole
When I see him I hope he has eyes as blue as the sky. I hope that he has a smile on his face. I hope that he’s full of new and interesting ideas. I hope that when I see him this feeling inside bubbles up inside of me and over flows.
McKenzie
A time which was quite hospitable to me; you were around. And just me.
Hotshot
when I don’t do the thing I’m supposed to do ON TIME, when it’s too LATE, and there is NO LONGER any hope to get it in UNDER THE WIRE, then I actually feel some relief. Nothing more I can do. Let’s watch a movie.
Vee
when describes a time of an event or occurence—it is one of the five important questions while trying to figure something out
Pauline MoreauNava
when describes a time of an event or occurence.
Pauline
when will I be able to hold your hand again? remind me, in a serious question and answer session, because I want to know.
this whole situation seems so temporary.
why can’t we be who we are? why are we holding back?
we both know, that day when life went to hell. when we decided this line, why it was there.. and why we’re holding back.
give up I can’t help but try and kiss you. I love you, what can I say?
Samie
When little fingers
grapple gates,
the sons of Murder
make a move not for only men.
ryan pape
When is when when I know when when is.
S
When I was a little girl the only thing that I ever really loved to do was sing. And ironically, the same is true now. I spend my free time not wondering about life, or getting things done. But instead I spend it walking in circles through my dorm room, singing to myself, because it’s the only thing that makes me really happy.
Liz Rodgers
when I was younger, the world seemed so much simpler. I played in the woods without thinking about what or who could be hiding in there with me. I made friends and didn’t think about what they might think of me. I liked running around without a purpose.
Kayli
When will it be concurrent with fact that I may be concurrent with myself?
What i really want is to figure out how it all works and put it together at will. If I can do that I wouldn’t have to worry about the unknowns, I would only have to figure them out.
In due time I suppose..
Zenzetra
when does it end, or will it ever start? When does a beginning truly begin, and when does an end really mean “the end?”
Danko Ramone
When time stops, starts again, when we write in the abstract, wishing we were poets ( but being glad we arent).
When we think of grammar when we write. when we think at all when we write we end up never knowing when we are done.
Max Schuette
when the clock stops the running starts the arrow moves the ball rolls stop and go traffic cars run away away way too far away stop running the traffic light says no not go or stop just no runrunrun the light is all the dark is not where the light should be when the music stops all is lost is lost please send help the island is too small so many glass bottle whatever shall i do nonononono!
I like how
you never say
if
it’s always
when.
‘When we get out of here..’
‘When we grow up..’
‘When we can do what we want..’
I think I like the
“we” that follows
even more.
when I was a young boy, I played the silver balls…
when I was a young girl, I watched and waited for the LEGO towers to collapse and fall back into the dust from which they had been created. I was a god, a little god with only the smallest wish for destruction: only so that it could be reborn as greater, more beautiful, more flamboyant in its destruction.
when???what…???what is hapenenin wwhen??
i dontnoe…..when will the green bar stop….what is when???…no idea about time date…etc…
When? Where? Why? When will that little green bar of pressure run out? It’s dashing across the top of the box. I’ve never done this before. When will I do it again? Ever? AH!!! it’s red!!!! When does it run out?!?!?!?
I was young there were many folks on the block with smiles, pastry and a good soul. Cakes, cookies and the smell of apple pie was all that was required to make a fresh spring day as wonderful as it could be.
When I get this done
When I get out of here
When I finish this story
When I finish getting over you
When, when, when,
When will this happen?
Sounds like a tomorrow,
but I’m still living in the past, in fact,
when everything was nice
[only on the outside].
This When will come when Tomorrow does
and we all know tomorrow is always a day away:
an unreachable 24 hours away that I’ll never meet.
Maybe you could help me get there.
Whenever that happens.
When I was alive the stars burned brighter and the wind was colder. Ice was in the air and it burned my skin, but now the stars are grey and the air warm. When I was alive I was magnificent.
When it all breaks down only the big-picture folks are left, spraying saliva with doom in your ear….
Let them whither-whine; I am them.
It’s black and folding into us, this culture’s never meant less
when why where so many questions we ask ourselves day after day and yet do we ever really bother to take the time to bother answering them? We are not the philosophers the poets of days gone buy we are the philistines of the future barley observing the death of the future while eating hambugers and watching E!.
When I was young I made mistakes. When I grew older I still made mistakes but the consequences of the mistakes grew with me. When we add age we do not always add wisdom. When we fail we learn. Do not be afraid of failure.
a long time ago there was a child who kept asking when when when and all she was told was soon soon soon. One day she woke up asked when and was told now. She got dressed packed her bags and left her house to go on a great adventure. The same adventure that both her parents had gone on.
When?
When will I find a wonderful man that isn’t married, a teacher, or unattainable in any way. When I find that man, I will be unsatisfied. I will run off and have an affair with another man who is unattainable because I will be in another relationship with a man who isn’t.
when I go to the store, I wish i HAD THE MONEY TO BUY WHAT I WANT. I do not though, that is the result of my parents decisions long before I existed. There is nothing I can do to change the past, but perhaps I can change my future.
When I think about the future, though, I am very scared. IDK WHAT TO DO.
WHen i was a young girl, I had two baby dolls. One was named Alba, and the other Clara. My mother would read me the book called, “The House of The Spirits” and that is where those two names came from. Clara was the mother and Alba the granddaughter.
when i think of when i think of i have an aim window open this reminds me of the trians of thoughts in schizophrenics we learned about in psyche class.. i dont really like that class… when also reminds me of a clockwork orange, something really little and easy to understand but when used in the right context has a very deep meaning… a clockwork orange was avery good movie… im listening to everlast = whats is like… when is like a time .
when i was
a young boy
my father
took me into the city
to see a marching band
when i was young
i never needed anyone
and making love was just for fun
those days are gone
whenever life gets you down- always look on the bright side of life
when. not if.
when. I don’t know if it will happen. i don’t know if the friendship will come. is this irreparable? I am hurt. I am so hurt. the depth of this is overwhelming. drowning, sometimes. I still dream of you. I hold off of other things because I miss you. I think of you. I think of you all the time. I feel crazy. Crazy, ungrounded. where is it? I love you still. god damn, I love you still.
when i thing about you, i wonder about what could have been.
and when i think about what could have been, i think: “what was i thinking?”
but in the end, it makes no difference–except as it makes a difference to us, right now–and it makes me wonder what we are today…?
When are you ever going to learn? You never listen. You think you have all the answers. When things backfire, you blame others. That’s not going to work. You have to own your mistakes and learn from them.
you are in rome, do as the romans do. when you see a star, wish on it. who, what, where, why, how.
im always waiting, it doesnt matter though, im still gonna go through all the same bull shit no matter how long i have to wait. short or long, i will suffer all the same
when. it’s a great word. it alludes to something that might actually happen, even though there’s a chance it won’t.
when. when, when, when. when will i learn?
is the word that describes a situation. together with where who and why one of the most important words.
When I see a butterfly I am immediately captured by its beauty. In awe I stare, envious. They are not only beautiful but free… free to do whatever they please. The delicacy of their gorgeous engraved wings delicately flittering from flower to flower makes me smile.
is when like when are are we meeting when are we going on our date.
When I see him I hope he has eyes as blue as the sky. I hope that he has a smile on his face. I hope that he’s full of new and interesting ideas. I hope that when I see him this feeling inside bubbles up inside of me and over flows.
A time which was quite hospitable to me; you were around. And just me.
when I don’t do the thing I’m supposed to do ON TIME, when it’s too LATE, and there is NO LONGER any hope to get it in UNDER THE WIRE, then I actually feel some relief. Nothing more I can do. Let’s watch a movie.
when describes a time of an event or occurence—it is one of the five important questions while trying to figure something out
when describes a time of an event or occurence.
when will I be able to hold your hand again? remind me, in a serious question and answer session, because I want to know.
this whole situation seems so temporary.
why can’t we be who we are? why are we holding back?
we both know, that day when life went to hell. when we decided this line, why it was there.. and why we’re holding back.
give up I can’t help but try and kiss you. I love you, what can I say?
When little fingers
grapple gates,
the sons of Murder
make a move not for only men.
When is when when I know when when is.
When I was a little girl the only thing that I ever really loved to do was sing. And ironically, the same is true now. I spend my free time not wondering about life, or getting things done. But instead I spend it walking in circles through my dorm room, singing to myself, because it’s the only thing that makes me really happy.
when I was younger, the world seemed so much simpler. I played in the woods without thinking about what or who could be hiding in there with me. I made friends and didn’t think about what they might think of me. I liked running around without a purpose.
When will it be concurrent with fact that I may be concurrent with myself?
What i really want is to figure out how it all works and put it together at will. If I can do that I wouldn’t have to worry about the unknowns, I would only have to figure them out.
In due time I suppose..
when does it end, or will it ever start? When does a beginning truly begin, and when does an end really mean “the end?”
When time stops, starts again, when we write in the abstract, wishing we were poets ( but being glad we arent).
When we think of grammar when we write. when we think at all when we write we end up never knowing when we are done.
when the clock stops the running starts the arrow moves the ball rolls stop and go traffic cars run away away way too far away stop running the traffic light says no not go or stop just no runrunrun the light is all the dark is not where the light should be when the music stops all is lost is lost please send help the island is too small so many glass bottle whatever shall i do nonononono!