will can be described in a number of ways. as someones own self, they will do something or past present future tenses whatever you need it to be will I be going to the store will I be doing my homework tonight will you need any assistance will there be any water next
Megan Matthews
I ran out. I didn’t know I would do that because I dint know that she would come or that i would be able to move my feet from standing in front of him in the church today, but I know that i will always run with you. anywhere. especially away from here, right now.
Everyone will always ask you, will you or won’t you. They ask me everyday because they need to know and they need to hear. Will i or wont i? I don’t know, I am screaming because I am stuck people say you can get out but they are wrong because it is absolutely possible to get stuck, because i don’t know the answer to their question. will i? or won’t i?
Kathleen
I will tell you a story about a girl whose name and fate was entwined with a boy’s. She had a quill in her hand everywhere she goes, and her confidence was enough to boost her memory and herself. She was one of the odd kids sitting by herself at gatherings, but she didn’t mind sticking out like a sore thumb.
she felt the triangle quiver on the curtain
there’s something wrapped inside that wad
it has no sharpness but weight
like a river stone swallowed in soup
i think it looks something like will
Will you come to read my will?
I will, said Will.
Will you bring Bill?
The answer is nil.
No, Bill makes me ill.
I’ll kill bill on a hill,
one day.
Human
I will become a winner. I will do something big one day. I will be famus. I will be be the best at what I do in life
isaiah
I will never forget you . You are the one thing I live for. You encourage me, persuade me, and lead me. you will always be on my mind, and I love you.
Ching Zhang
I don’t know what I will do for the lesson I have to teach this week. Will it go well? Will the student remember me? Will the student understand? What will my evaluator think? It should be interesting.
Jan
So what if I loved him? So what if our hair was cropped short, and my eyes were three shades darker? There were songs in our throats and we spoke in tongues in the half-dark of midnight. It was cold, I remember, and I was singing. To will is to want is to hope; to laugh is to see him. So what if my hands were rough and bleeding, and if we only had so much time. We were boys then – we knew no future tenses.
Sol
Your will is a very powerful thing. You can will yourself to do things, or sometimes control events just with the power of your will. I will eventually travel the world and write about it, I will.
One day, I will love someone like you once loved me. I will find someone. I will love him. I will hold him. I will keep him safe. I will create a universe around the meaning of us and create a lifetime built on promise and dreams. I will whisper to him that I love him and let my voice echo through the new world we made and the one that we will travel together. I will love him. I will love him. I will love him.
I will love someone like you once loved me. I will find him and lead him down a path where he will become even more lost because now all the maps are landmarked with our memories and all the signs are just scribbles of my name written and, most importantly, all the roads only lead to me. I will love him and let that love fade into disappointment, into annoyance, into frustration, into hate, into resignation, into indifference. I will hold him too tightly then let him crumble as I let him go and scatter his ashes into the wind. I will keep him safe until his burden becomes too heavy, then let him drown in his misery and listen to him gurgle as his lungs fill with sorrow, bubbles of air leaking out until they slowly, slowly stop. I will build a universe around the meaning of us and create a lifetime built on each beautiful moment like sands on a beach then let the tide wash it away into the endless ocean left behind. I will whisper to him that I love him and let those words echo through his heart when it all becomes empty and I will tell him that that voice is still mine and those words are still new. I will love him and convince him that there is no one else like him and no one else like me and no one else like us and now there is no one else, not even him. I will love him and let him fall. And when he reaches out to me before dropping into the darkness. I will smile and turn away. As I hear his screams and cries for help spiral into the shadows, as I listen to his soft whispers of self-assurance like playbacks of the words I spoke to him in the day fade into the night, I will let a tear fall for the time lost and emotions spent. As his voice dissipates and blends with the sounds and faces and memories of all the boys who came before and the ones who will come after, I, too, will disappear into the long dark nothing. As he falls into the abyss, I will be the one that crashes at the bottom. And the cycle will begin anew.
One day, I will love someone like you once loved me.
When you want something it’s your will;something you’re going to do in the future;
Mariana
I don’t know what I will do without you. I don’t know how to define my life in terms other than roles associated with your entire being. I don’t know how to be a main character in a book where I was only the supporting one in yours. I don’t know. I don’t know.
She waited, and everyday, she said the three little words.
And everyday she said “I’ll see tomorrow.” Still waiting for him to say it back.
But everyday, he’d only kiss her forehead and walk away. To return in the morning.
It was only in his Last Will and Testament that only then she might find out.
And to Her, I leave my Heart. I loved you since day one. I just never could say it back.
“Next!” the director shouted in the middle of drummer’s audition, effectively ending his performance. The boy shuffled off stage, and the auditorium became deadly silent. D’Angelo kept his eyes ahead as he climbed the stage stairs. Gripping his drumsticks tightly, he began to beat out a rhythm. The director shouted something, but D’Angelo tuned the world out, and kept the beat until the song ended.
Will plucked the petals from the flower slowly and deliberately. This was it. He knew what happened next would decide the fate of his life for eternity, or what felt like it.
When he plucked the last petal, a genie appeared from the tip.
Little Fat girl
Eyes ablazing
Sat forth
Looked in her mirror
and said
‘I will.’
‘No one will stop me.’
and pausing briefly,
her breath falling from her
She added for her own protection.
‘But me.’
and she began her
march through life
a March aimed forward
not knowing that there was no such thing.
Over years she began
to see the traces
of circles trod multiple times,
paper thin flesh tears
wrought by tangled thickets,
snags in her synapsis
caught on thorns
She felt the heavy drag of doubt
wading through the swamps of No
and thought herself lost to Asphyxia
as she hauled herself over the mountains of Not You
where the thin air stole her breath.
She marched so hard and long
her body hurt
She held it tight so no one would know
the pain she entertained.
Each part of her:
Her adipose armour,
grown to protect her from harsh emotional climes;
her legs like tree stumps
born for marching;
Her chest swollen
from holding onto breath she feared to lose.
All stung from
telling lies.
It asked to be forgotten
To be discarded
It shouted I’m tough!
I am just like you!
I can take care of myself!
Alone!
As her body began to break
Inside a little beast named Truth
lay waiting;
A beast she feared more greatly than
what she feared the world might see.
Slowly stealing bits of air
Truth crawled up out of its pit within
the heart inside her throat,
and gained access to her ear.
Spying sunlight
Truth turned the girl to it and asked her firmly
but gently to see through it’s eyes
Little Fat girl
now got a glimmer
of the mirror she had once made
She stood before it
Eyes fixed on what horribly astounding limits it held within it
and smashed the mirror with a whisper
The words
‘I will’
resounded through the shattered air.
Erica
Morris was picked to head the search party. He decided to allow Clara to come along, in case there were any injuries. As they prepared for their departure, Morris was surprised to discover that the committee had brought weapons. “Will we need those?” he asked, suddenly devoid of any faith in the organisation to which they had entrusted their lives.
tonykeyesjapan
it will rain tomorrow and as you wake from your dream, gently, you will hear the sound of the rain pattering on the window which, in your sleepy state you will mistake for the generous applause of a thousand pairs of hands supporting your latest fabulous and ever evolving ideas.
Steve O
I will do this, I will do that. Why do we feel the need to accommodate others all the time? We should be willing to do more for ourselves first and foremost. Although, this change starts with us.
will you marry me? No? i would not think so too. I still will try to make it happen as if i would not want to. My will is so powerful that i will also do things i would not be willing to do without my willingness. So what makes me a willfully person.
cucumber
With a scrap of paper in hand and and contented smirk on his face, he stepped away from the crumbling old building. The rain was coming down in sheets and his face was soaked from the lashing cold droplets, yet his lips didn’t waver. From now on, it was his. All his.
Will you smile for me, just this once? Nobody else ever has to know. There’s a sort of hopefulness in the crevices of your grin. It’s almost contagious, in a healing way and your style – your purely unadulterated optimism is the most lovely thing I’ve ever known.
Fierce possession. A life’s possession, in the garden by a pond – a reflection, and so invoked was this lesson: “…live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…” And that I will or that I might.
Helen
We will one day fall. And when we fall the end isnt only near but the start of a new beggining and the beggining is only the ending of something beautiful and lively as this one. Those who will live and those who will die. We will be born and we will be die. And we will fall and get back up because the fact we will is beautiful. Will is will and forever it shall be a will is a way to live a plan to see the best in everything.
Jasmyne
She had will; the will to fight the hardships that life constantly threw at her. Everyday was a battle she needed to win, and in order to do such a thing, she needed will. She didn’t know who this asshole was to say she had no such strength, but she was about to prove him horribly wrong.
Ano
Her will was strong. They tied her down, told her she was a slave to her gender. And that she was a slave to her husband’s. But none of that mattered to her. She would take the throne.
– On Lady Macbeth
Anna
I will find a mountain to properly claim without bruising my ankles or injuring my chin. I will eat nothing but air and drink nothing but molten gold. When my innards freeze up in the blizzard, I will sleep in a mattress made of the skeletons of my past. I will be king of the mountain. And I will have no subjects.
Belinda Roddie
Maybe if she wanted it bad enough, it would come to her. Maybe she could will and hope him back into existence..but she knew it was for naught. He was never coming back and would only exist in her mind and books..
Nicole M.
I’ve always wondered about the phrase, “if you will…” because usually I will. Usually one isn’t left much choice in the matter. It sounds so optional, but no. It’s just assumed we will.
William took his blue pocket watch out in order to check the time. Half past four, he saw, the wife should be back sooner. What’s taking so long? Turns out, she never existed. He saw himself in the mirror and he was four years old.
Jay
The attorney paused and looked around the room before reading the last line. One could have heard a pin drop. In fact, Steve dropped a pin right then and everyone heard it. It really drove home the metaphor.
Brian
I’ve lost the will
to write these words
so much of this pain
is building up and I can’t
set it free without
damaging myself. What the
fuck am I even doing
This poem sucks.
Like really sucks.
There is nothing to it and it
won’t get me anywhere.
A will is something that you must have each and every day of your life. Will is what keeps you going through your life. It is the thing that makes you keep going, day by day. Many people feel that will is necessary to live, and indeed it is. Will holds you, nurtures you, yet is can be a bad conpanion. If you hold too much of it, you will appear as stubborn and neutral. If you lack it, you see no pleasure in life.
Ching Zhang
I didn’t want to accept the words that came out of your mouth that day. When I told you I loved you. When you told me it would never work. My love for you stepped aside out of my respect for your wishes. I will always love you.
“Will ” is used to talk about future . It can be used for instant decisions too .
Paulo Caetano
I will. I will see this girl again. She will be mine. Not in the possessive, stalkerish way, but in the lover way. Because she’s all I care about, all I can see. She is my love. Yet, she doesn’t even know it yet. How can she not know it? She knows everything else about me. She’s my best friend. Period. It all makes sense.
Brittany
That was the nice thing about having no other choice; you were bound to get it done somehow. He didn’t know how he was going to get the couch up two flights of stairs by himself, but it had to happen. He wanted to be comfy after work, and by God, he would be. His resolve was unshakeable. His back? That remained to be seen.
will can be described in a number of ways. as someones own self, they will do something or past present future tenses whatever you need it to be will I be going to the store will I be doing my homework tonight will you need any assistance will there be any water next
I ran out. I didn’t know I would do that because I dint know that she would come or that i would be able to move my feet from standing in front of him in the church today, but I know that i will always run with you. anywhere. especially away from here, right now.
Everyone will always ask you, will you or won’t you. They ask me everyday because they need to know and they need to hear. Will i or wont i? I don’t know, I am screaming because I am stuck people say you can get out but they are wrong because it is absolutely possible to get stuck, because i don’t know the answer to their question. will i? or won’t i?
I will tell you a story about a girl whose name and fate was entwined with a boy’s. She had a quill in her hand everywhere she goes, and her confidence was enough to boost her memory and herself. She was one of the odd kids sitting by herself at gatherings, but she didn’t mind sticking out like a sore thumb.
she felt the triangle quiver on the curtain
there’s something wrapped inside that wad
it has no sharpness but weight
like a river stone swallowed in soup
i think it looks something like will
Will you come to read my will?
I will, said Will.
Will you bring Bill?
The answer is nil.
No, Bill makes me ill.
I’ll kill bill on a hill,
one day.
I will become a winner. I will do something big one day. I will be famus. I will be be the best at what I do in life
I will never forget you . You are the one thing I live for. You encourage me, persuade me, and lead me. you will always be on my mind, and I love you.
I don’t know what I will do for the lesson I have to teach this week. Will it go well? Will the student remember me? Will the student understand? What will my evaluator think? It should be interesting.
So what if I loved him? So what if our hair was cropped short, and my eyes were three shades darker? There were songs in our throats and we spoke in tongues in the half-dark of midnight. It was cold, I remember, and I was singing. To will is to want is to hope; to laugh is to see him. So what if my hands were rough and bleeding, and if we only had so much time. We were boys then – we knew no future tenses.
Your will is a very powerful thing. You can will yourself to do things, or sometimes control events just with the power of your will. I will eventually travel the world and write about it, I will.
One day, I will love someone like you once loved me. I will find someone. I will love him. I will hold him. I will keep him safe. I will create a universe around the meaning of us and create a lifetime built on promise and dreams. I will whisper to him that I love him and let my voice echo through the new world we made and the one that we will travel together. I will love him. I will love him. I will love him.
I will love someone like you once loved me. I will find him and lead him down a path where he will become even more lost because now all the maps are landmarked with our memories and all the signs are just scribbles of my name written and, most importantly, all the roads only lead to me. I will love him and let that love fade into disappointment, into annoyance, into frustration, into hate, into resignation, into indifference. I will hold him too tightly then let him crumble as I let him go and scatter his ashes into the wind. I will keep him safe until his burden becomes too heavy, then let him drown in his misery and listen to him gurgle as his lungs fill with sorrow, bubbles of air leaking out until they slowly, slowly stop. I will build a universe around the meaning of us and create a lifetime built on each beautiful moment like sands on a beach then let the tide wash it away into the endless ocean left behind. I will whisper to him that I love him and let those words echo through his heart when it all becomes empty and I will tell him that that voice is still mine and those words are still new. I will love him and convince him that there is no one else like him and no one else like me and no one else like us and now there is no one else, not even him. I will love him and let him fall. And when he reaches out to me before dropping into the darkness. I will smile and turn away. As I hear his screams and cries for help spiral into the shadows, as I listen to his soft whispers of self-assurance like playbacks of the words I spoke to him in the day fade into the night, I will let a tear fall for the time lost and emotions spent. As his voice dissipates and blends with the sounds and faces and memories of all the boys who came before and the ones who will come after, I, too, will disappear into the long dark nothing. As he falls into the abyss, I will be the one that crashes at the bottom. And the cycle will begin anew.
One day, I will love someone like you once loved me.
When you want something it’s your will;something you’re going to do in the future;
I don’t know what I will do without you. I don’t know how to define my life in terms other than roles associated with your entire being. I don’t know how to be a main character in a book where I was only the supporting one in yours. I don’t know. I don’t know.
But I will have to try.
She waited, and everyday, she said the three little words.
And everyday she said “I’ll see tomorrow.” Still waiting for him to say it back.
But everyday, he’d only kiss her forehead and walk away. To return in the morning.
It was only in his Last Will and Testament that only then she might find out.
And to Her, I leave my Heart. I loved you since day one. I just never could say it back.
“Next!” the director shouted in the middle of drummer’s audition, effectively ending his performance. The boy shuffled off stage, and the auditorium became deadly silent. D’Angelo kept his eyes ahead as he climbed the stage stairs. Gripping his drumsticks tightly, he began to beat out a rhythm. The director shouted something, but D’Angelo tuned the world out, and kept the beat until the song ended.
Care
“She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me…”
Will plucked the petals from the flower slowly and deliberately. This was it. He knew what happened next would decide the fate of his life for eternity, or what felt like it.
When he plucked the last petal, a genie appeared from the tip.
Little Fat girl
Eyes ablazing
Sat forth
Looked in her mirror
and said
‘I will.’
‘No one will stop me.’
and pausing briefly,
her breath falling from her
She added for her own protection.
‘But me.’
and she began her
march through life
a March aimed forward
not knowing that there was no such thing.
Over years she began
to see the traces
of circles trod multiple times,
paper thin flesh tears
wrought by tangled thickets,
snags in her synapsis
caught on thorns
She felt the heavy drag of doubt
wading through the swamps of No
and thought herself lost to Asphyxia
as she hauled herself over the mountains of Not You
where the thin air stole her breath.
She marched so hard and long
her body hurt
She held it tight so no one would know
the pain she entertained.
Each part of her:
Her adipose armour,
grown to protect her from harsh emotional climes;
her legs like tree stumps
born for marching;
Her chest swollen
from holding onto breath she feared to lose.
All stung from
telling lies.
It asked to be forgotten
To be discarded
It shouted I’m tough!
I am just like you!
I can take care of myself!
Alone!
As her body began to break
Inside a little beast named Truth
lay waiting;
A beast she feared more greatly than
what she feared the world might see.
Slowly stealing bits of air
Truth crawled up out of its pit within
the heart inside her throat,
and gained access to her ear.
Spying sunlight
Truth turned the girl to it and asked her firmly
but gently to see through it’s eyes
Little Fat girl
now got a glimmer
of the mirror she had once made
She stood before it
Eyes fixed on what horribly astounding limits it held within it
and smashed the mirror with a whisper
The words
‘I will’
resounded through the shattered air.
Morris was picked to head the search party. He decided to allow Clara to come along, in case there were any injuries. As they prepared for their departure, Morris was surprised to discover that the committee had brought weapons. “Will we need those?” he asked, suddenly devoid of any faith in the organisation to which they had entrusted their lives.
it will rain tomorrow and as you wake from your dream, gently, you will hear the sound of the rain pattering on the window which, in your sleepy state you will mistake for the generous applause of a thousand pairs of hands supporting your latest fabulous and ever evolving ideas.
I will do this, I will do that. Why do we feel the need to accommodate others all the time? We should be willing to do more for ourselves first and foremost. Although, this change starts with us.
will you marry me? No? i would not think so too. I still will try to make it happen as if i would not want to. My will is so powerful that i will also do things i would not be willing to do without my willingness. So what makes me a willfully person.
With a scrap of paper in hand and and contented smirk on his face, he stepped away from the crumbling old building. The rain was coming down in sheets and his face was soaked from the lashing cold droplets, yet his lips didn’t waver. From now on, it was his. All his.
Will you smile for me, just this once? Nobody else ever has to know. There’s a sort of hopefulness in the crevices of your grin. It’s almost contagious, in a healing way and your style – your purely unadulterated optimism is the most lovely thing I’ve ever known.
Fierce possession. A life’s possession, in the garden by a pond – a reflection, and so invoked was this lesson: “…live deep and suck out all the marrow of life…” And that I will or that I might.
We will one day fall. And when we fall the end isnt only near but the start of a new beggining and the beggining is only the ending of something beautiful and lively as this one. Those who will live and those who will die. We will be born and we will be die. And we will fall and get back up because the fact we will is beautiful. Will is will and forever it shall be a will is a way to live a plan to see the best in everything.
She had will; the will to fight the hardships that life constantly threw at her. Everyday was a battle she needed to win, and in order to do such a thing, she needed will. She didn’t know who this asshole was to say she had no such strength, but she was about to prove him horribly wrong.
Her will was strong. They tied her down, told her she was a slave to her gender. And that she was a slave to her husband’s. But none of that mattered to her. She would take the throne.
– On Lady Macbeth
I will find a mountain to properly claim without bruising my ankles or injuring my chin. I will eat nothing but air and drink nothing but molten gold. When my innards freeze up in the blizzard, I will sleep in a mattress made of the skeletons of my past. I will be king of the mountain. And I will have no subjects.
Maybe if she wanted it bad enough, it would come to her. Maybe she could will and hope him back into existence..but she knew it was for naught. He was never coming back and would only exist in her mind and books..
I’ve always wondered about the phrase, “if you will…” because usually I will. Usually one isn’t left much choice in the matter. It sounds so optional, but no. It’s just assumed we will.
William took his blue pocket watch out in order to check the time. Half past four, he saw, the wife should be back sooner. What’s taking so long? Turns out, she never existed. He saw himself in the mirror and he was four years old.
The attorney paused and looked around the room before reading the last line. One could have heard a pin drop. In fact, Steve dropped a pin right then and everyone heard it. It really drove home the metaphor.
I’ve lost the will
to write these words
so much of this pain
is building up and I can’t
set it free without
damaging myself. What the
fuck am I even doing
This poem sucks.
Like really sucks.
There is nothing to it and it
won’t get me anywhere.
A will is something that you must have each and every day of your life. Will is what keeps you going through your life. It is the thing that makes you keep going, day by day. Many people feel that will is necessary to live, and indeed it is. Will holds you, nurtures you, yet is can be a bad conpanion. If you hold too much of it, you will appear as stubborn and neutral. If you lack it, you see no pleasure in life.
I didn’t want to accept the words that came out of your mouth that day. When I told you I loved you. When you told me it would never work. My love for you stepped aside out of my respect for your wishes. I will always love you.
“Will ” is used to talk about future . It can be used for instant decisions too .
I will. I will see this girl again. She will be mine. Not in the possessive, stalkerish way, but in the lover way. Because she’s all I care about, all I can see. She is my love. Yet, she doesn’t even know it yet. How can she not know it? She knows everything else about me. She’s my best friend. Period. It all makes sense.
That was the nice thing about having no other choice; you were bound to get it done somehow. He didn’t know how he was going to get the couch up two flights of stairs by himself, but it had to happen. He wanted to be comfy after work, and by God, he would be. His resolve was unshakeable. His back? That remained to be seen.