Come, my dear, for the time is nigh.
It’s time to shut the lights and close the door.
A part of us begins to die
as our feet gingerly cross the kitchen floor.
Come, my dear, just a few steps more.
Soon our feet won’t touch this floor.
Fleeing from these realities we shun,
Step by step, we begin to run.
Now, my dear, for the day has come.
To begin our journey toward the sun
We’ll travel it together, You and I
this trail
of despair and hope, of tears and mirth,
this trail of time.
Everything fell perfectly into place. The day couldn’t have gone better. The weather was beautiful. She was beautiful. Family and friends were around. And at the end of the day, we could begin our lifelong journey together.
I have never thought of my self perfectly. its ust not in human nature..we either over think ouirseolves and under think our selcves..that is why we need the good friends to pkull us back into reality.
Perfectly is without flay.. people will always see something perfectly while others do not.
Perfectly is running a race that you can’t walk afterwards.
He rolled the cigarette perfectly, with ancient hands that had performed this ritual countless times. He licked the edge and sealed it shut, popping it straight into his mouth and lighting it. His children and grandchildren and possibly their children, he was unsure now who was who, told him about filters and lung cancer. He was 93 years old. Lung cancer was the least of his worries.
There’s nothing in my life,
That I can see,
Which matching me,
So perfectly.
I’d stay up,
My Entire Life.
Just to keep you by my side
And I’m getting weak
Can’t you see
I have nothing.
You give me life, Perfectly.
And I know, That Life’s hard,
And my day’s are few
My mistakes are obvious
While perfect is you.
Adverb. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone uses an adjective in place of an adverb. Please. Perfectly, not perfect. She danced perfect. She danced perfectly.
stockings napping on the floor, arrayed almost too well … as a scene, constructed, shag carpet, blue=hewed … distressed overly varnished furniture, bed unkempt, TV on static … ice bucket overturned lovingly.
The perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect husband. So, my life should be perfectly happy. In a perfect world it would be. Perfect it is not. Perfect I am not. New Year maybe? Strive to be a better person? Not likely? Perfectly awful.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…do I even know this word? Strive for it everyday I’m at cheer practice, that is for sure. This is a word I love to hear come out of my coaches mouth. There really isn’t much to say about it…
his eyes pierced through my soul as if he was peering to find something, something more then what it was. A deep blue with flickers of silver and green. His lips, shaped perfectly. He smiles, as if to say it’s okay I’m not going to hurt you. But thats what they all say, because in the end it always just seems to “perfect” to be true.
Standing in the room, eyes measuring my every step, I walk with my internal eyes on the book. The only goal is to put step after step perfectly placed, perfectly balanced, perfectly aligned with my spine so these ladies can know I am a girl of distinction.
I glance over and notice that you are down on one knee and she–I say her name disdainfully in my head–has said yes to your proposal. Perfect. Everything is ruined.
I feel my knees give out, and I think I just might throw up.
perfectly done. never done. there is always a little something that is never perfect. if perfection was achieved that would be the end. why live if there is perfects. people trive to find perfection. once we reach it what do we do?
Perfectly is impossible to be, do, or see. Nobody is perfect… to everyone. There is the perfect person for you, but there can’t be a perfect person for the world. If you love cheese, and another man hates cheese, what would they do?
I wonder if anyone’s ever really done something PERFECTLY… We use that word so lightly… It means so much more though. Completely flawless. Unspoiled. And with no history of ever being wrong. Perfect.
There’s hardly any such thing as perfection,
and yet we even want our tea and crumpets perfectly arranged on the tray,
our bed corners perfectly turned over
if only we accepted that we were perfectly imperfect, perhaps we’d save ourselves a world of hurt!
The weapon was perfectly balanced, a true work of art. It was hard to believe that the master who created such a masterpiece could be capable of so much carnage. But his time was over. I took his beautiful creation and thrust it into his belly, twisting it with brutal force, trying to heap upon him all the pain and suffering that he’d caused so many others.
His eyes met mine and we looked at each other and our gaze locked perfectly. That was the relationship between us. Ever the perfect gazes, ever the perfect moments, seeping into our non-verbal conversations. Yet, we were filled with dissolved words, disintegrated movement. That was us. Dysfunctional.
She was worried all the time. It didn’t matter what was actually happening, it was always going wrong. Even in the best of times, things were turning sour. And she knew that she did this to herself, but didn’t know how to stop it. How do you change the way your mind works?
Come, my dear, for the time is nigh.
It’s time to shut the lights and close the door.
A part of us begins to die
as our feet gingerly cross the kitchen floor.
Come, my dear, just a few steps more.
Soon our feet won’t touch this floor.
Fleeing from these realities we shun,
Step by step, we begin to run.
Now, my dear, for the day has come.
To begin our journey toward the sun
We’ll travel it together, You and I
this trail
of despair and hope, of tears and mirth,
this trail of time.
One day,
Someday,
Perfectly.
We will fly.
Everything fell perfectly into place. The day couldn’t have gone better. The weather was beautiful. She was beautiful. Family and friends were around. And at the end of the day, we could begin our lifelong journey together.
I wish things could be done perfectly. Could you imagine what the world would be like?
Perfect
Like a star
Shining through your windows
I have never thought of my self perfectly. its ust not in human nature..we either over think ouirseolves and under think our selcves..that is why we need the good friends to pkull us back into reality.
Perfectly is without flay.. people will always see something perfectly while others do not.
Perfectly is running a race that you can’t walk afterwards.
He rolled the cigarette perfectly, with ancient hands that had performed this ritual countless times. He licked the edge and sealed it shut, popping it straight into his mouth and lighting it. His children and grandchildren and possibly their children, he was unsure now who was who, told him about filters and lung cancer. He was 93 years old. Lung cancer was the least of his worries.
There’s nothing in my life,
That I can see,
Which matching me,
So perfectly.
I’d stay up,
My Entire Life.
Just to keep you by my side
And I’m getting weak
Can’t you see
I have nothing.
You give me life, Perfectly.
And I know, That Life’s hard,
And my day’s are few
My mistakes are obvious
While perfect is you.
Adverb. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone uses an adjective in place of an adverb. Please. Perfectly, not perfect. She danced perfect. She danced perfectly.
stockings napping on the floor, arrayed almost too well … as a scene, constructed, shag carpet, blue=hewed … distressed overly varnished furniture, bed unkempt, TV on static … ice bucket overturned lovingly.
The perfect house, the perfect job, the perfect husband. So, my life should be perfectly happy. In a perfect world it would be. Perfect it is not. Perfect I am not. New Year maybe? Strive to be a better person? Not likely? Perfectly awful.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…do I even know this word? Strive for it everyday I’m at cheer practice, that is for sure. This is a word I love to hear come out of my coaches mouth. There really isn’t much to say about it…
his eyes pierced through my soul as if he was peering to find something, something more then what it was. A deep blue with flickers of silver and green. His lips, shaped perfectly. He smiles, as if to say it’s okay I’m not going to hurt you. But thats what they all say, because in the end it always just seems to “perfect” to be true.
Standing in the room, eyes measuring my every step, I walk with my internal eyes on the book. The only goal is to put step after step perfectly placed, perfectly balanced, perfectly aligned with my spine so these ladies can know I am a girl of distinction.
Great. This is going perfectly.
I glance over and notice that you are down on one knee and she–I say her name disdainfully in my head–has said yes to your proposal. Perfect. Everything is ruined.
I feel my knees give out, and I think I just might throw up.
perfectly done. never done. there is always a little something that is never perfect. if perfection was achieved that would be the end. why live if there is perfects. people trive to find perfection. once we reach it what do we do?
She was perfectly inadequate. As a rule she tripped up. The red laces, her downfall.
Perfectly is impossible to be, do, or see. Nobody is perfect… to everyone. There is the perfect person for you, but there can’t be a perfect person for the world. If you love cheese, and another man hates cheese, what would they do?
I wonder if anyone’s ever really done something PERFECTLY… We use that word so lightly… It means so much more though. Completely flawless. Unspoiled. And with no history of ever being wrong. Perfect.
There’s hardly any such thing as perfection,
and yet we even want our tea and crumpets perfectly arranged on the tray,
our bed corners perfectly turned over
if only we accepted that we were perfectly imperfect, perhaps we’d save ourselves a world of hurt!
Perfect-a word I despise.
Perfectly-A word that shouldn’t exist.
Dissolved words, disintegrated gazes, disjointed parts of each other, we were perfectly dysfunctional.
We still are perfectly dysfunctional.
The weapon was perfectly balanced, a true work of art. It was hard to believe that the master who created such a masterpiece could be capable of so much carnage. But his time was over. I took his beautiful creation and thrust it into his belly, twisting it with brutal force, trying to heap upon him all the pain and suffering that he’d caused so many others.
His eyes met mine and we looked at each other and our gaze locked perfectly. That was the relationship between us. Ever the perfect gazes, ever the perfect moments, seeping into our non-verbal conversations. Yet, we were filled with dissolved words, disintegrated movement. That was us. Dysfunctional.
She was worried all the time. It didn’t matter what was actually happening, it was always going wrong. Even in the best of times, things were turning sour. And she knew that she did this to herself, but didn’t know how to stop it. How do you change the way your mind works?
It was perfectly wrong.