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Sometimes I think that the world would be a better place. Sometimes i wonder where I would be if i Weren’t so preoccupied with my time. Just one time would I wish I could not worry about what I have to do with my life.
Brandon
Every time is sometime, from the mundane to the wonderful. Each moment in life is precious and important. So make even the smallest “sometime” something special. Don’t let life’s precious moments pass you by.
sometime
sometimes
somtimes i feel so lonely
sometimes my heart aches
sometimes i long for something
sometimes it hurts
it hurts
sometimes i just want it not to hurt
sometimes i just want to be happy
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
lone
Slowly, she’s slipping out of her grip on herself and she wondered if this all started sometime around September when monsoon season just ended. And if all ends at worst and she breaks like before, does she still have the luxury of picking herself up all over again?
sometime ago she told me about her mother. about the way they sang together when the stars stayed hidden from view. and when they were out. they kept the cold and the dark at bay by raising their voices, strong high voices, out of tune with the tune, but in tune with each other.
A reference to a time to do something in the future. Used to get someone to leave you alone. Noun.
Brock Woodruff
sometimes i feel like jumping in a pool like its summer and i have not a care in the world. sometimes i want it to be winter and smell christmas and feel cozy in my cozy house next to the fire place. sometimes i want it to be fall with the smell of wet leaves crunching beneath my feet
elizabeth hansen
Sometime I drifted away, from town, from job and from life. Everything just looking so distant. What happen to the child? Why did I become this unattached, was is my missing father fault?
Sometime is a word that people use when they don’t know when to do something or see someone. It is a vague word people use often. “We should meet up sometime.” It is how to plan without planning.
Rae
There was a time, sometime ago, when life was easy to understand and so full of hope and anticipation. What happened to that time?
Sometime in the later years we will get married and live our life together
mackenzie
She lazily rolled her ankle around in her socket. She should get up and do something. Some other time maybe. Right now she was far too comfortable. The world was too soft.
Sometime: better than never, not quite whenever. Sometime: maybe; but read: never. Don’t ever. In Britain, see Sometime as Summertime: both nice ideas, but they never quite seem to happen.
Sometimes I feel like bouncing up and down.
Sometimes I feel like stabbing someone.
Sometimes I’m happy.
Sometimes I’m sad.
Sometimes I should just… no.
Sometimes… just sometimes.
Sometimes I like to write about one word. Just one. Why? Well…that’s classified, punk. My habits are NOT of your con
Bradley
I like to go to the beach with my friends and have a swim or even to just relax and have fun. At the beach we sometimes like to fish and sometimes we don’t. sometimes at the beach People would walk by us and would kick sand at us, sometimes this was cool but other not
jae
sometime is the story I tell myself about when I am going to start writing again. I like to keep myself from opening up and pouring out like a cross grade school child who hasn’t had enough sleep.
heavy cream
Sometime I’d like to see you. Because sometimes I think about you. I don’t know what that means. But at most, I think it means that I’d like to see you. And maybe that means, that sometime I could be yours.
Natalie
sometime I wonder
a phrase, used so much
but if
sometimes you just don’t wonder
sometimes you just don’t give a fuck
sometimes you’re just too tired to wonder
as wonder never comes at a cheap price
i’ll get to eventually
i say every day
one day i might
as hard as i try
but then afternoon becomes night
that’s just another thing i haven’t done
maybe one day, yeah that’s right.
molly
Sometime in the night, the predator leaned back on his haunches and stared at the little girl through the window. She woke up for a few lazy seconds, locked eyes with the wolf, and closed her eyes again. The wolf sat with grim, determined pride over the little girl he’d set out to protect.
Sometime I’ll see you again. It’s funny writing in a place now here and though you are not here, it is for some other time. When I go to the desert and see the stars at night (and it will happen) it will happen sometime, and I wonder if I will even think of you then? All is rich.
Sometime in the future i will be an astronaut. I want to travel to the moon and back and see Mars. i know a lot of people i would take with me and leave them there, a one way ticket to Mars. I will make sure they see “The Martian” movie so they have some reference for survival… and then… good luck! hasta la vista! :D
Pei Pei
sometimes i wonder what it would feel like to die. the moment when the dark shadow passes, what thoughts would cross my mind. would my mind fold into endless darkness in mid action or in mid sentence. would the fair but cruel time run me over in mid action and can i then grab the ankle of passing time to finish my act before the spot lights go off?
Some time is better than nothing, she said. In the worst moments, time slows to a crawl and she, and he, dissolve like molasses in the sun as it sinks and sticks beneath the horizon.
The
Ashi
It’s only sometimes I see and appreciate what I’ve done in my life thus far. Sometimes we are happy to see loved ones, sometimes we aren’t. Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is truelly the breath of fresh air, yet sometimes it’s just the a small light bulb that lights another tunnel entrance.
LuckyLucj
Sometime you should go to the store and just watch people. It’s the best way to learn about people. They way a mother interacts with her child. The types of food people buy and how they choose which items to purchase. Do they pick up their different food options and look at the nutrition label?
Brooke
Sometimes I wish that I didn’t have to work all day on Sunday to complete the classwork that’s due on Monday. I wish I had more time for writing and reading, but that’s just a distant memory since grad school started. :\
Harriet was a sometime friend. A sometimes friend. A some time friend. We saw each other after half past ten, past ten AM, past ten PM. She had a small house by the river Thames, by the surging Thames, by the frigid Thames. She bought a small baskets of biscuits for Em, her grandmother Em, her poor sickly Em. I ate one of the biscuits with a wicked grin. Harriet got mad and tried to do me in.
Belinda Roddie
I see you in the corner of my eye. I’ll be living my life, not a care in the world, and I see a flash of what I’m sure has to be you. My breath stops and my heart drops. I thought I had forgotten the way you effect me, I thought everything we had was locked away and cemented over by a false recollection of tragedy. I still miss you, no matter what I say. I still miss you. No matter what I don’t say.
The shop is composed entirely of relaxed music and irrelevant daydreams, and B likes to come here sometimes to get an ice cream and sit in a booth and read. But the boy behind the counter turns the place she sometimes relaxes into the place she visits everyday.
madimoose
she clutches her books to her chest anxiously, waiting for him to open his mouth and let his molasses, smooth drawl wrap her like a blanket and take her deep down under until she can’t breathe anymore.
“we should talk sometime,” he says.
and that is all it takes for her heart to slam into her throat until she’s left with a stupid, raw ache. she shouldn’t like him this much.
“That’s not even a word,” he said with his mouth half full, gesturing indignantly at the screen.
“Maybe they meant ‘sometimes,'” she offered, then added, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgusting.”
“Sometimes you act like you’re my mom,” he muttered, shaking his head, but his lips twitched in something that was almost a smile, and she knew he wasn’t really miffed.
“You’re a nerd,” she told him affectionately. “Would a mom tell you that?”
“Guess not.” He swirled his fork around his plate. “Who else would complain with me about grammar errors on the internet?”
She smiled winningly. “See, I knew there was a reason you kept me around.”
ephemeral
Maybe sometime they can actually feel free.
Maybe someday they’ll be able to be with each other.
Maybe somehow they’ll find a way to be happy.
Maybe they’ll find someplace to live forever.
Somewhere they can finally have a life worth living.
But they know that somebody will always threaten who they want to be.
Someone will try to ruin them.
And so that sometime, that somewhat in the future, unknown time…
I want more than the sometime, I want you everyday; coffee eyes and morning breath. I want to say goodnight to your skin with the moon illuminating the constellations on your shoulder blades. Sometime will never be enough.
Sometime. I’ll say I’ll do something sometime. But soon I will have millions of promises I made, no reputation, and no time. Allow me to apologize in advance. Maybe we can talk about it over dinner sometime.
L
“Sometime,” I said. “I will do it sometime.” It could have been done some time ago, if I hadn’t wasted some time, waiting for sometime.
Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you. Dream whatever you dream, then turn it into reality. Go on a trip. Start that family. Eat whatever you want. Often times you run out of “sometime” in the future to do what you love.
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Sometimes I think that the world would be a better place. Sometimes i wonder where I would be if i Weren’t so preoccupied with my time. Just one time would I wish I could not worry about what I have to do with my life.
Every time is sometime, from the mundane to the wonderful. Each moment in life is precious and important. So make even the smallest “sometime” something special. Don’t let life’s precious moments pass you by.
sometime
sometimes
somtimes i feel so lonely
sometimes my heart aches
sometimes i long for something
sometimes it hurts
it hurts
sometimes i just want it not to hurt
sometimes i just want to be happy
no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no no
Slowly, she’s slipping out of her grip on herself and she wondered if this all started sometime around September when monsoon season just ended. And if all ends at worst and she breaks like before, does she still have the luxury of picking herself up all over again?
sometime ago she told me about her mother. about the way they sang together when the stars stayed hidden from view. and when they were out. they kept the cold and the dark at bay by raising their voices, strong high voices, out of tune with the tune, but in tune with each other.
A reference to a time to do something in the future. Used to get someone to leave you alone. Noun.
sometimes i feel like jumping in a pool like its summer and i have not a care in the world. sometimes i want it to be winter and smell christmas and feel cozy in my cozy house next to the fire place. sometimes i want it to be fall with the smell of wet leaves crunching beneath my feet
Sometime I drifted away, from town, from job and from life. Everything just looking so distant. What happen to the child? Why did I become this unattached, was is my missing father fault?
Sometime is a word that people use when they don’t know when to do something or see someone. It is a vague word people use often. “We should meet up sometime.” It is how to plan without planning.
There was a time, sometime ago, when life was easy to understand and so full of hope and anticipation. What happened to that time?
Sometime in the later years we will get married and live our life together
She lazily rolled her ankle around in her socket. She should get up and do something. Some other time maybe. Right now she was far too comfortable. The world was too soft.
Sometime: better than never, not quite whenever. Sometime: maybe; but read: never. Don’t ever. In Britain, see Sometime as Summertime: both nice ideas, but they never quite seem to happen.
Sometimes I feel like bouncing up and down.
Sometimes I feel like stabbing someone.
Sometimes I’m happy.
Sometimes I’m sad.
Sometimes I should just… no.
Sometimes… just sometimes.
Sometimes I like to write about one word. Just one. Why? Well…that’s classified, punk. My habits are NOT of your con
I like to go to the beach with my friends and have a swim or even to just relax and have fun. At the beach we sometimes like to fish and sometimes we don’t. sometimes at the beach People would walk by us and would kick sand at us, sometimes this was cool but other not
sometime is the story I tell myself about when I am going to start writing again. I like to keep myself from opening up and pouring out like a cross grade school child who hasn’t had enough sleep.
Sometime I’d like to see you. Because sometimes I think about you. I don’t know what that means. But at most, I think it means that I’d like to see you. And maybe that means, that sometime I could be yours.
sometime I wonder
a phrase, used so much
but if
sometimes you just don’t wonder
sometimes you just don’t give a fuck
sometimes you’re just too tired to wonder
as wonder never comes at a cheap price
i’ll get to eventually
i say every day
one day i might
as hard as i try
but then afternoon becomes night
that’s just another thing i haven’t done
maybe one day, yeah that’s right.
Sometime in the night, the predator leaned back on his haunches and stared at the little girl through the window. She woke up for a few lazy seconds, locked eyes with the wolf, and closed her eyes again. The wolf sat with grim, determined pride over the little girl he’d set out to protect.
Sometime I’ll see you again. It’s funny writing in a place now here and though you are not here, it is for some other time. When I go to the desert and see the stars at night (and it will happen) it will happen sometime, and I wonder if I will even think of you then? All is rich.
Sometime in the future i will be an astronaut. I want to travel to the moon and back and see Mars. i know a lot of people i would take with me and leave them there, a one way ticket to Mars. I will make sure they see “The Martian” movie so they have some reference for survival… and then… good luck! hasta la vista! :D
sometimes i wonder what it would feel like to die. the moment when the dark shadow passes, what thoughts would cross my mind. would my mind fold into endless darkness in mid action or in mid sentence. would the fair but cruel time run me over in mid action and can i then grab the ankle of passing time to finish my act before the spot lights go off?
Some time is better than nothing, she said. In the worst moments, time slows to a crawl and she, and he, dissolve like molasses in the sun as it sinks and sticks beneath the horizon.
The
It’s only sometimes I see and appreciate what I’ve done in my life thus far. Sometimes we are happy to see loved ones, sometimes we aren’t. Sometimes the light at the end of the tunnel is truelly the breath of fresh air, yet sometimes it’s just the a small light bulb that lights another tunnel entrance.
Sometime you should go to the store and just watch people. It’s the best way to learn about people. They way a mother interacts with her child. The types of food people buy and how they choose which items to purchase. Do they pick up their different food options and look at the nutrition label?
Sometimes I wish that I didn’t have to work all day on Sunday to complete the classwork that’s due on Monday. I wish I had more time for writing and reading, but that’s just a distant memory since grad school started. :\
Harriet was a sometime friend. A sometimes friend. A some time friend. We saw each other after half past ten, past ten AM, past ten PM. She had a small house by the river Thames, by the surging Thames, by the frigid Thames. She bought a small baskets of biscuits for Em, her grandmother Em, her poor sickly Em. I ate one of the biscuits with a wicked grin. Harriet got mad and tried to do me in.
I see you in the corner of my eye. I’ll be living my life, not a care in the world, and I see a flash of what I’m sure has to be you. My breath stops and my heart drops. I thought I had forgotten the way you effect me, I thought everything we had was locked away and cemented over by a false recollection of tragedy. I still miss you, no matter what I say. I still miss you. No matter what I don’t say.
The shop is composed entirely of relaxed music and irrelevant daydreams, and B likes to come here sometimes to get an ice cream and sit in a booth and read. But the boy behind the counter turns the place she sometimes relaxes into the place she visits everyday.
she clutches her books to her chest anxiously, waiting for him to open his mouth and let his molasses, smooth drawl wrap her like a blanket and take her deep down under until she can’t breathe anymore.
“we should talk sometime,” he says.
and that is all it takes for her heart to slam into her throat until she’s left with a stupid, raw ache. she shouldn’t like him this much.
“That’s not even a word,” he said with his mouth half full, gesturing indignantly at the screen.
“Maybe they meant ‘sometimes,'” she offered, then added, “Don’t talk with your mouth full, it’s disgusting.”
“Sometimes you act like you’re my mom,” he muttered, shaking his head, but his lips twitched in something that was almost a smile, and she knew he wasn’t really miffed.
“You’re a nerd,” she told him affectionately. “Would a mom tell you that?”
“Guess not.” He swirled his fork around his plate. “Who else would complain with me about grammar errors on the internet?”
She smiled winningly. “See, I knew there was a reason you kept me around.”
Maybe sometime they can actually feel free.
Maybe someday they’ll be able to be with each other.
Maybe somehow they’ll find a way to be happy.
Maybe they’ll find someplace to live forever.
Somewhere they can finally have a life worth living.
But they know that somebody will always threaten who they want to be.
Someone will try to ruin them.
And so that sometime, that somewhat in the future, unknown time…
It becomes never.
I want more than the sometime, I want you everyday; coffee eyes and morning breath. I want to say goodnight to your skin with the moon illuminating the constellations on your shoulder blades. Sometime will never be enough.
Sometime. I’ll say I’ll do something sometime. But soon I will have millions of promises I made, no reputation, and no time. Allow me to apologize in advance. Maybe we can talk about it over dinner sometime.
“Sometime,” I said. “I will do it sometime.” It could have been done some time ago, if I hadn’t wasted some time, waiting for sometime.
Sometimes you have to do what’s best for you. Dream whatever you dream, then turn it into reality. Go on a trip. Start that family. Eat whatever you want. Often times you run out of “sometime” in the future to do what you love.