gymnists, schedule, plastic, what we need to be to do well at things, something we can do too muvh of, needing to learn to say NO. liquid, like thoughts
O
I used to be flexible as a child. Flexible with my body, my ideas, my state of mind. But as I have grown older I find myself becoming less flexible, in all these areas. And I wish I could be a child again.
Liesel
Being flexible means that you can adapt to anything that life throws your way; flexibility allows growth and engenders a malleable mind
Eilidh
The gymnast reached up with her hands and exhaled. From her post she could see the other bar, but she would have to be VERY flexible to reach it.
Flexible, she was.
Flexible, she would be.
Bending down, she touched the bar she was balancing on, and leapt.
Emma Kay Springer
In order to overcome the worst of your fears, you must first be the mind gym yoga person and be all bendy and awesome. Then you’ll get away with anything life throws at you.
I swear if Jo hadn’t called, I’d have written better shit.
It is always a good thing to be flexible because you do not know what is coming at you next. The most important thing is to keep your head up and do your best. Remember that God does not want you to be happy, he wants you to be strong.
I was excited to date a gymnast — you know what they say — but the relationship didn’t last long. Turns out there’s more than one way to be inflexible.
i was always flexible until today. Today I went to try out for the gymnastics team as soon as I went to do my famous trick I fell I lost my flexibility I don’t know what happened I was clueless
Teileah
That’s the goal: to become flexible.
To be physically flexible, a stunner in bed.
To be mentally flexible, The Wit at any party.
To be socially flexible, and always a pleasure.
What would it be like to be flexible…
Iceman
“You’ll find I can be very…flexible,”
His hand barely met my shoulder before I twisted it off and away, trapping his arm behind his back. When he cried out in pain, I smirked and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his ear, “Well, what do you know?” I whispered, “Not so flexible after all,”
bendy and one sided. with an ability to ping back at me. bad noises. no smell. there is such flexibility in your morals. you are without them. it makes them completely bendable. back bendable. backward.
i am not flexible like you.
i’m not.
Anahera
Life is just a box and how
you disappear inside it–
because if anything dangles ov
er
Sometimes you have to be flexible. You can’t expect everything to go your way. You have to accept the fact that it is your life, but every aspect of your life cannot be controlled by You. The twists and turns are what make life interesting. Regardless of what path you end up on, remember that being just a little flexible makes the taking it all in a lot easier.
It was odd how someone so flexible could be so very inflexible, I thought. Ironic.
She did yoga, but she always did it in the exact same order, always did it at the exact same time. She could not handle anyone else interfering, or anyone else walking in on her.
I’d arced for you time and time again,
doing backflips of bridges and
colorfully pulling apart like strands of hair
softly conditioned by the sea.
the sand from the hourglass
matched the salt from your tears,
sing to me softly
and conquer my fears.
“You need to be a little more flexible in your interpretation of the law, otherwise it will be difficult for us to work together.”
I wanted to wash my ears out just hearing the slimy tone he used, managing to be condescending while delivering a thinly veiled threat. But little did he know that I had a few cards up my sleeve, – not to mention a switchblade.
tonykeyesjapan
if you’re tire of being flexible, there is something good to do about it. as you go about your day, look at all the things you are not flexible in. Then, start each day with considering how being flexible makes your life better, or worst. After a week of hit and miss tracking, you will have an opinion of your life from a stand point of an outsider looking at you. Hmmmmm, that might not be to your liking. Or, you may be surprised that it makes your life better in friendship, cooperation, getting your particular goal done. New insight may produce new joys in life you never had before. So, being flexible is good. However, seeing how it works in your life can open new doors to life’s hidden joys.
georgr
Being flexible is not only about your body composition. Always be flexible in life. Love now. Stay calm. Be positive. Don’t get too angry. Love the world and the life you live and always remember to listen to those you love and make them feel as you love them.
“Do you think that if I would’ve bought some yoga of those expensive yoga pants we saw yesterday I’d have an easier time doing a splits?”
Katie licked brownie batter off the spoon. She didn’t look in Jeanette’s direction, but she narrowed her eyes, catlike. “Don’t ask me questions that can only be answered in one way just so you can hear the answer.”
The girl was flexible
Moving for others and bending to fit the world
The girl was flexible
One day, she will break
And they won’t miss her
Wayquelle
His brother had told him he was flexible. He could move from place to place, form to form, idea to idea often enough to be exceptional, or so he had learned. Personally, he found that flexibility almost as useless as the people who had once fought alongside him.
Seth
She was about as flexible as an iron rod- which was to say not at all. Her hair was straight, her bones protruded from her flesh, her face was perfectly symmetrical until she smiled, a rare faintly crooked flash of straight straight teeth.
neonchandelier
The girl was more flexible than he could ever have imagined. She transformed from the quiet girl he knew from school to the gymnast who knew her strengths and weaknesses, and thrived on adrenaline. She knew he was watching, but she was in the zone and wasn’t willing to slow because of him. She flipped and twisted back and forth, running though the routine she had memorized by heart. She felt a new sense of confidence, showing off, and she liked it.
E.
I carry these burdens,
strapped to my back,
in old trunks,
fastened together by
brass buckles and
and travel stickers,
Cincinnati, Austin,
and Lafayette.
Sturdy like an oak tree,
flexible like a branch and its
leaves billowing in the wind.
I’d like to think I’m these things as I
climb up my 24th flight of stairs.
But in the end, I’m just a lone
leaf in the wind. Aimless and
lacking direction.
Deep down I knew I had it in me all along. The treacherous slick gap in the rock was terrifying to a person such as myself suffering from claustrophobia. I knew I would have to flexible not only in body but in mind. I knelt down and pressing my shoulders and head against the suffocating gap I managed to wriggle my upper-body into the crevice, my brain screaming at me to stop, go back.
Adam
it’s a bit too much to ask
of the body to bend against the wind.
or is it?
i heard your spine pop in my ear
and i saw the colors drain
but your pupils dilated
the way they do when you are breathlessly happy.
you can do
what you want.
She shrugs, twirling a strand of fiery red hair around her finger. “I dunno. It’s nothing really special to me…”
“Are you gonna try out for the Olympics next year?” He nonchalantly moves his arm around her shoulders. He waits on baited breath, wondering if she’ll recoil—she doesn’t, for which he’s grateful.
AJ Kenobi
Im not flexible with what i want. Thats my problem when it comes to relationships. I wont bend for anyone…even if they may be the perfect person for me. I like my life the way it is too much, and am not willing to change in the slightest way for anyone.
bo
flexible. Well, you kinda change for any person beside ya. Thats Horrible.
dont know, thats just awwkward. really is. you can change your opinion stile mind thoughts, and youre flexible and everybody loves ya huh?
Rayu
I am flexible. In that I allow myself to be stressed out. I move towards the path of stress and let it take me, override me, and have it’s way with me. it would seem as if I love it, but this is inadvertent stress. I like to pretend I’m into it, but most of it is unjust, and not necessary in the slightest
anna
i like to think my life is pretty flexible. hell, life period is pretty damn flexible if you ask me. from microbes to multicellular organisms. complex at that. or at least we like to think so. who knows just how flexible life can actually be. what is life, really.
“Just trust me,” I told Martha. “I’m really flexible. The next two weeks are pretty much open, ever since the job didn’t work out.”
Martha still seemed hesitant, cradling her sleeping baby in her arms. In the other room, her three-year-old daughter was watching Sesame Street, giggling every time Cookie Monster began to growl.
“Seriously, hon,” I insisted. “I can take care of them. Just give me a decent nightly pay, and a chance to eat from your cupboard, and I’ll be good.”
Belinda Roddie
Being flexible doesn’t mean you can put your leg behind your head. Instead it means not taking things too seriously. Relax and go with the flow.
Carolyn
I don’t think that I am very flexible. I used to be able to do the splits when I was little, but it has been so long that now I can feel my bones crack and my muscles ache if I even try. I could do things, stretch, yoga, you know, stuff like that, but why even bother? What is so great about being flexible any way? I’m not a fucking banana peel. Or a pipe cleaner. A snake? Oh, you meant flexible with my time… I see.
Kari
easy
normal
I know what I can do and I can do it anytime and anyplace.
No need to be too structured
gymnists, schedule, plastic, what we need to be to do well at things, something we can do too muvh of, needing to learn to say NO. liquid, like thoughts
I used to be flexible as a child. Flexible with my body, my ideas, my state of mind. But as I have grown older I find myself becoming less flexible, in all these areas. And I wish I could be a child again.
Being flexible means that you can adapt to anything that life throws your way; flexibility allows growth and engenders a malleable mind
The gymnast reached up with her hands and exhaled. From her post she could see the other bar, but she would have to be VERY flexible to reach it.
Flexible, she was.
Flexible, she would be.
Bending down, she touched the bar she was balancing on, and leapt.
In order to overcome the worst of your fears, you must first be the mind gym yoga person and be all bendy and awesome. Then you’ll get away with anything life throws at you.
I swear if Jo hadn’t called, I’d have written better shit.
It is always a good thing to be flexible because you do not know what is coming at you next. The most important thing is to keep your head up and do your best. Remember that God does not want you to be happy, he wants you to be strong.
Ability to compromise.
I was excited to date a gymnast — you know what they say — but the relationship didn’t last long. Turns out there’s more than one way to be inflexible.
i was always flexible until today. Today I went to try out for the gymnastics team as soon as I went to do my famous trick I fell I lost my flexibility I don’t know what happened I was clueless
That’s the goal: to become flexible.
To be physically flexible, a stunner in bed.
To be mentally flexible, The Wit at any party.
To be socially flexible, and always a pleasure.
What would it be like to be flexible…
“You’ll find I can be very…flexible,”
His hand barely met my shoulder before I twisted it off and away, trapping his arm behind his back. When he cried out in pain, I smirked and leaned forward, pressing my lips to his ear, “Well, what do you know?” I whispered, “Not so flexible after all,”
bendy and one sided. with an ability to ping back at me. bad noises. no smell. there is such flexibility in your morals. you are without them. it makes them completely bendable. back bendable. backward.
i am not flexible like you.
i’m not.
Life is just a box and how
you disappear inside it–
because if anything dangles ov
er
it’ll be bit off.
……… when can i get a different word???
Sometimes you have to be flexible. You can’t expect everything to go your way. You have to accept the fact that it is your life, but every aspect of your life cannot be controlled by You. The twists and turns are what make life interesting. Regardless of what path you end up on, remember that being just a little flexible makes the taking it all in a lot easier.
Bad memories. It’s all bad memories. I don’t want to write about this.
It was odd how someone so flexible could be so very inflexible, I thought. Ironic.
She did yoga, but she always did it in the exact same order, always did it at the exact same time. She could not handle anyone else interfering, or anyone else walking in on her.
I’d arced for you time and time again,
doing backflips of bridges and
colorfully pulling apart like strands of hair
softly conditioned by the sea.
the sand from the hourglass
matched the salt from your tears,
sing to me softly
and conquer my fears.
“You need to be a little more flexible in your interpretation of the law, otherwise it will be difficult for us to work together.”
I wanted to wash my ears out just hearing the slimy tone he used, managing to be condescending while delivering a thinly veiled threat. But little did he know that I had a few cards up my sleeve, – not to mention a switchblade.
if you’re tire of being flexible, there is something good to do about it. as you go about your day, look at all the things you are not flexible in. Then, start each day with considering how being flexible makes your life better, or worst. After a week of hit and miss tracking, you will have an opinion of your life from a stand point of an outsider looking at you. Hmmmmm, that might not be to your liking. Or, you may be surprised that it makes your life better in friendship, cooperation, getting your particular goal done. New insight may produce new joys in life you never had before. So, being flexible is good. However, seeing how it works in your life can open new doors to life’s hidden joys.
Being flexible is not only about your body composition. Always be flexible in life. Love now. Stay calm. Be positive. Don’t get too angry. Love the world and the life you live and always remember to listen to those you love and make them feel as you love them.
Listen to my words
thoughts
actions.
They are flexible.
Listen to my voice
mind
body.
They are flexible.
Changing
moving
going
stopping
hating
loving
flexible.
“Do you think that if I would’ve bought some yoga of those expensive yoga pants we saw yesterday I’d have an easier time doing a splits?”
Katie licked brownie batter off the spoon. She didn’t look in Jeanette’s direction, but she narrowed her eyes, catlike. “Don’t ask me questions that can only be answered in one way just so you can hear the answer.”
The girl was flexible
Moving for others and bending to fit the world
The girl was flexible
One day, she will break
And they won’t miss her
His brother had told him he was flexible. He could move from place to place, form to form, idea to idea often enough to be exceptional, or so he had learned. Personally, he found that flexibility almost as useless as the people who had once fought alongside him.
She was about as flexible as an iron rod- which was to say not at all. Her hair was straight, her bones protruded from her flesh, her face was perfectly symmetrical until she smiled, a rare faintly crooked flash of straight straight teeth.
The girl was more flexible than he could ever have imagined. She transformed from the quiet girl he knew from school to the gymnast who knew her strengths and weaknesses, and thrived on adrenaline. She knew he was watching, but she was in the zone and wasn’t willing to slow because of him. She flipped and twisted back and forth, running though the routine she had memorized by heart. She felt a new sense of confidence, showing off, and she liked it.
I carry these burdens,
strapped to my back,
in old trunks,
fastened together by
brass buckles and
and travel stickers,
Cincinnati, Austin,
and Lafayette.
Sturdy like an oak tree,
flexible like a branch and its
leaves billowing in the wind.
I’d like to think I’m these things as I
climb up my 24th flight of stairs.
But in the end, I’m just a lone
leaf in the wind. Aimless and
lacking direction.
Deep down I knew I had it in me all along. The treacherous slick gap in the rock was terrifying to a person such as myself suffering from claustrophobia. I knew I would have to flexible not only in body but in mind. I knelt down and pressing my shoulders and head against the suffocating gap I managed to wriggle my upper-body into the crevice, my brain screaming at me to stop, go back.
it’s a bit too much to ask
of the body to bend against the wind.
or is it?
i heard your spine pop in my ear
and i saw the colors drain
but your pupils dilated
the way they do when you are breathlessly happy.
you can do
what you want.
“You’re really flexible, eh?”
She shrugs, twirling a strand of fiery red hair around her finger. “I dunno. It’s nothing really special to me…”
“Are you gonna try out for the Olympics next year?” He nonchalantly moves his arm around her shoulders. He waits on baited breath, wondering if she’ll recoil—she doesn’t, for which he’s grateful.
Im not flexible with what i want. Thats my problem when it comes to relationships. I wont bend for anyone…even if they may be the perfect person for me. I like my life the way it is too much, and am not willing to change in the slightest way for anyone.
flexible. Well, you kinda change for any person beside ya. Thats Horrible.
dont know, thats just awwkward. really is. you can change your opinion stile mind thoughts, and youre flexible and everybody loves ya huh?
I am flexible. In that I allow myself to be stressed out. I move towards the path of stress and let it take me, override me, and have it’s way with me. it would seem as if I love it, but this is inadvertent stress. I like to pretend I’m into it, but most of it is unjust, and not necessary in the slightest
i like to think my life is pretty flexible. hell, life period is pretty damn flexible if you ask me. from microbes to multicellular organisms. complex at that. or at least we like to think so. who knows just how flexible life can actually be. what is life, really.
“but i’ve been so flexible” you said.
and i couldn’t deny it.
you’d wound yourself around me, closely following my every whim, continuously changed shapes in an attempt to seep into the crevices of my being.
yes. you had been flexible.
perhaps the cage you’d put me in me was less conventional than a standard metallic one, but it was a prison nonetheless.
like a snake, you’d encased me in your grip and i could no longer breathe.
“Just trust me,” I told Martha. “I’m really flexible. The next two weeks are pretty much open, ever since the job didn’t work out.”
Martha still seemed hesitant, cradling her sleeping baby in her arms. In the other room, her three-year-old daughter was watching Sesame Street, giggling every time Cookie Monster began to growl.
“Seriously, hon,” I insisted. “I can take care of them. Just give me a decent nightly pay, and a chance to eat from your cupboard, and I’ll be good.”
Being flexible doesn’t mean you can put your leg behind your head. Instead it means not taking things too seriously. Relax and go with the flow.
I don’t think that I am very flexible. I used to be able to do the splits when I was little, but it has been so long that now I can feel my bones crack and my muscles ache if I even try. I could do things, stretch, yoga, you know, stuff like that, but why even bother? What is so great about being flexible any way? I’m not a fucking banana peel. Or a pipe cleaner. A snake? Oh, you meant flexible with my time… I see.
easy
normal
I know what I can do and I can do it anytime and anyplace.
No need to be too structured