I banked on you.
I counted the stars in the sky, attaching my hopes and dreams to the names you pulled out of your galaxy of a mind. I banked on the hopes and dreams we built together. Going from ‘never’, to ‘maybes’, to ‘one day I might..’
In these things I placed all my fears, inadequacies, deeply-held secrets, and my most precious of infant imaginings. I built an imaginary foundation who’s sole source was you.
But thats when it moved.
Our stars fell from the sky-or at least stopped shining as bright. My dreams were too big, too full of people and noise and “adventures at night”. Turns out that when times became tough…Your beer tainted breath and deceptive smiles broke through. Revealing that sandy foundation. You turned to salt and my dreams fell apart.
I banked on you.
Your waves sucked me in and I drowned.
The robbers stole towards the bank. It was late at night and they had been preparing for a long time. Action time! They stealthily broke in but wait. What were these sirens they heard. Uh oh they decided to leave and try again later.
bank, so that’s it, it’s all about money and being shallo nowadays. Nobody cares about real things anymore, things that matter such as real friendship, or true love.
I wish there was a love bank we could go to. Take some loan, pay back with some extra love. Like debit when we have a lot of it and credit during the hard times. Hopefully, a lot of people feel the same.
I don’t have a lot of money, but when I get some I just kind of stick it in there. It’s satisfying…makes me feel like I’m all grown up and ready to do stuff on my own. The only thing that bothers me is they never give me lollipops anymore because they can tell I’m too old. C’MON. I’m NEVER too old for candy.
la banque n’est plus un lieu sur, tout est a propos de l’argent de nos jours, personne ne se soucie des choses réelles de la vie, tel que l’amour ou encore la véritable amitié. Tout est matérialiste et superficiel.
She tried to run away with the pen, but it was chained to the counter for some reason. Her mother kept talking cheerfully to the teller but reached down and swatted Jessie’s hands away from the pen. She didn’t break eye contact at any time with the other adults in the room. Jessie was always amazed by that.
Bank. I hate banks. Did you know Bank of America made over ten million in revenues off over draft fees last year? So they made millions off people with no money…
“Stay down!”
The gun was more of an incentive to remain flat, face down, on the ground, staring up at the man in the balaclava in horror. Our eyes locked and I shivered; I could practically smell the money he was taking away.
I knew a guy who robbed a bank. He got put in prison. When he came out he was a pretty bitter man. He didn’t like certain types of people. I actually tried dating him for a while. He just wasn’t someone I could hang with. Too much hate in his heart. But he was a pretty good auto body man. He was good at his job.
“I can bank on you, right.”
He just went on with the dishes.
“Right?” SHe raised an eyebrow.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “I sold the shares”.
I am a safe with a welcome sign
that flashes neon every time
it catches sight of ski masks.
It’s infuriating. It’s depreciating…
and yet it flashes its Morse code,
emphasis in shivers
and the spasms of my throat,
like a void that swallows
and swallows
and swallows.
Closed.
Lights flicker behind my eyes.
You will never see me
as advertised, silly boy
of cloud-spun days.
You will never own me
completely, though my skin
aches to feel your brand;
He only trusted what he could do, so he went by the river and dug a narrow, deep hole next to the old oak tree he used to swing from as a child. He pulled the stacks of cash from his shirt and stuffed them down into the dark soil.
a bank is somewhere where you store things. it could be money, ideas, trinkets… I think of it as a place you keep your valuables. Valuables are individual. Memories, ideas, friends.
We were laying by the sandbank, hearing the waves roar and keeping company to each other. It never occurred to me how peaceful I felt when we were there, how calm i felt when i was with them. Now, even though we keep in touch, those times are gone
A place where you keep your money or borrow money. A bank is supposed to be safe unless it is the Tri Counties Bank in my town. It has been robbed at least three times in the two years that I have lived here. I don’t know why.
I went to the bank to take out a loan for my new business adventure. This was not any normal business adventure. This was a seriously incredible project which could only be completed by someone like me. Someone dedicated to the world of hippos.
The bank owes me but they act like they don’t know me.
The bank looks down on me with interest
The bank doesn’t care
The bank has more money than I can count
The car banked to the right at the last second, knocking her head against the glass of the window. When she had kept herself awake as a young girl, thinking about what she would do were she to be in a dangerous situation such as this she assumed she would be loud and fiesty. Instead quietly she grit her teeth against the throbbing in her head, and squeezed her numb hands into tight fists as the car barreled through an intersection.
I take back when I said shut up to Raul, I’ll replace it with shhhhh please be quiet, I love you. :D Mwah. He’s being sensitive about me saying shut up but sometimes he says it to me, but it’s okay. I love him. Lol. :D
I went to the bank and I took our sixty dollars. She was waiting for me at the restaurant, the waitress. I gave her my phone as collateral. I had no idea it was a cash only joint! How embarrassing. I guess it’s a good thing I got stood up.
I don’t know because you said don’t think and its hard to come up with anything if you don’t think. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raul is talking too much i cant concentrate -.- ahhhhhhhh shhhhhhhh shut up
Large looming clouds over head with thunderclaps like something out of a cartoon.
“This is the place we’re going to rob?” Bucky said nervously to Mouldoon.
Mouldoon just nodded. Jaw set and hard. This would be his last job, that he knew. Now it was time to go out in grand style. The only style he knew how. Bucky swallowed and shifted about.
A bank is a place where you give and take money.Already said this but made an account this time. Whether the act is legal or illegal, all that truly matters is how you use your money and how you plan to use your money. $$$$
A place where you take and give money. Whether in a legal or illegal way isn’t the matter but what you do with that money and what you plan to do with said money is what’s important. $$$$$$$
They came in a armored truck. it was gigantic! they drove right thru through the bank wall and in to the bank.Suddenly i heard gun shots then there came a womans voice it was a deep one. “Every one shut up and stay on the ground in you want to stay alive! NOw show us wheres the money!”
The banks in the middle of the city are fancy. They have a little annex out the front behind shiny sliding doors, with a range of ATMs for all your cash-withdrawal needs. There’s even one that you can use to exchange your notes for coins, so you can buy your coffees at that hipster coffee place that only accepts cash.
The little annex is a haven, too. It’s open all day, and all night. If you seek cash late on a cold winter night, you might stumble across the various homeless folks who use the annex to sleep. I’ve seen the nest of blankets, abandoned, in the corner. The place where the rich withdraw banknotes by the handful, the place where the lost ones find rest.
I went to the bank to drop off a check, but sure enough, it bounced.
“I knew it,” I growled, cursing under my breath. One teller seemed to pity me, and the other, stiff-lipped, eyed me suspiciously. Both knew me; they knew that normally, the checks I brought were good. But now that the store I worked at was being run by a guy a little lacking in the ethics department, it was time for me to take matters into my own hands.
Literally. I pinned my manager to a wall, held a lead pipe against his throat, and demanded my pay.
I banked on you.
I counted the stars in the sky, attaching my hopes and dreams to the names you pulled out of your galaxy of a mind. I banked on the hopes and dreams we built together. Going from ‘never’, to ‘maybes’, to ‘one day I might..’
In these things I placed all my fears, inadequacies, deeply-held secrets, and my most precious of infant imaginings. I built an imaginary foundation who’s sole source was you.
But thats when it moved.
Our stars fell from the sky-or at least stopped shining as bright. My dreams were too big, too full of people and noise and “adventures at night”. Turns out that when times became tough…Your beer tainted breath and deceptive smiles broke through. Revealing that sandy foundation. You turned to salt and my dreams fell apart.
I banked on you.
Your waves sucked me in and I drowned.
The robbers stole towards the bank. It was late at night and they had been preparing for a long time. Action time! They stealthily broke in but wait. What were these sirens they heard. Uh oh they decided to leave and try again later.
bank, so that’s it, it’s all about money and being shallo nowadays. Nobody cares about real things anymore, things that matter such as real friendship, or true love.
I wish there was a love bank we could go to. Take some loan, pay back with some extra love. Like debit when we have a lot of it and credit during the hard times. Hopefully, a lot of people feel the same.
I don’t have a lot of money, but when I get some I just kind of stick it in there. It’s satisfying…makes me feel like I’m all grown up and ready to do stuff on my own. The only thing that bothers me is they never give me lollipops anymore because they can tell I’m too old. C’MON. I’m NEVER too old for candy.
la banque n’est plus un lieu sur, tout est a propos de l’argent de nos jours, personne ne se soucie des choses réelles de la vie, tel que l’amour ou encore la véritable amitié. Tout est matérialiste et superficiel.
I always go to the bank to get some money. Another day I did that and found out that I dint have the money I need.
She tried to run away with the pen, but it was chained to the counter for some reason. Her mother kept talking cheerfully to the teller but reached down and swatted Jessie’s hands away from the pen. She didn’t break eye contact at any time with the other adults in the room. Jessie was always amazed by that.
Bank. I hate banks. Did you know Bank of America made over ten million in revenues off over draft fees last year? So they made millions off people with no money…
“Bank !” She yelled as she pulled the money from her mother’s wallet. The evening now held a promise that it did not have just seconds before.
i went to the bank
I need a nap. Summer break was to short!
“Stay down!”
The gun was more of an incentive to remain flat, face down, on the ground, staring up at the man in the balaclava in horror. Our eyes locked and I shivered; I could practically smell the money he was taking away.
I knew a guy who robbed a bank. He got put in prison. When he came out he was a pretty bitter man. He didn’t like certain types of people. I actually tried dating him for a while. He just wasn’t someone I could hang with. Too much hate in his heart. But he was a pretty good auto body man. He was good at his job.
easy ready made solutions
“I can bank on you, right.”
He just went on with the dishes.
“Right?” SHe raised an eyebrow.
He looked at her from the corner of his eye. “I sold the shares”.
I am a safe with a welcome sign
that flashes neon every time
it catches sight of ski masks.
It’s infuriating. It’s depreciating…
and yet it flashes its Morse code,
emphasis in shivers
and the spasms of my throat,
like a void that swallows
and swallows
and swallows.
Closed.
Lights flicker behind my eyes.
You will never see me
as advertised, silly boy
of cloud-spun days.
You will never own me
completely, though my skin
aches to feel your brand;
Open.
He only trusted what he could do, so he went by the river and dug a narrow, deep hole next to the old oak tree he used to swing from as a child. He pulled the stacks of cash from his shirt and stuffed them down into the dark soil.
a bank is somewhere where you store things. it could be money, ideas, trinkets… I think of it as a place you keep your valuables. Valuables are individual. Memories, ideas, friends.
We were laying by the sandbank, hearing the waves roar and keeping company to each other. It never occurred to me how peaceful I felt when we were there, how calm i felt when i was with them. Now, even though we keep in touch, those times are gone
A place where you keep your money or borrow money. A bank is supposed to be safe unless it is the Tri Counties Bank in my town. It has been robbed at least three times in the two years that I have lived here. I don’t know why.
I went to the bank to take out a loan for my new business adventure. This was not any normal business adventure. This was a seriously incredible project which could only be completed by someone like me. Someone dedicated to the world of hippos.
I think I didn’t spend time with Linc.
Should read a little on education for a 2 years old. :)
Training Sven to check her homework on daily basis.
Got spelling next week. I think the spelling is beyond her capabilities.
The bank owes me but they act like they don’t know me.
The bank looks down on me with interest
The bank doesn’t care
The bank has more money than I can count
The car banked to the right at the last second, knocking her head against the glass of the window. When she had kept herself awake as a young girl, thinking about what she would do were she to be in a dangerous situation such as this she assumed she would be loud and fiesty. Instead quietly she grit her teeth against the throbbing in her head, and squeezed her numb hands into tight fists as the car barreled through an intersection.
I take back when I said shut up to Raul, I’ll replace it with shhhhh please be quiet, I love you. :D Mwah. He’s being sensitive about me saying shut up but sometimes he says it to me, but it’s okay. I love him. Lol. :D
I went to the bank and I took our sixty dollars. She was waiting for me at the restaurant, the waitress. I gave her my phone as collateral. I had no idea it was a cash only joint! How embarrassing. I guess it’s a good thing I got stood up.
I don’t know because you said don’t think and its hard to come up with anything if you don’t think. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh raul is talking too much i cant concentrate -.- ahhhhhhhh shhhhhhhh shut up
Large looming clouds over head with thunderclaps like something out of a cartoon.
“This is the place we’re going to rob?” Bucky said nervously to Mouldoon.
Mouldoon just nodded. Jaw set and hard. This would be his last job, that he knew. Now it was time to go out in grand style. The only style he knew how. Bucky swallowed and shifted about.
A bank is a place where you give and take money.Already said this but made an account this time. Whether the act is legal or illegal, all that truly matters is how you use your money and how you plan to use your money. $$$$
1bank=Being At Nominal Kinetics
A place where you take and give money. Whether in a legal or illegal way isn’t the matter but what you do with that money and what you plan to do with said money is what’s important. $$$$$$$
bank is place to money.
banco
They came in a armored truck. it was gigantic! they drove right thru through the bank wall and in to the bank.Suddenly i heard gun shots then there came a womans voice it was a deep one. “Every one shut up and stay on the ground in you want to stay alive! NOw show us wheres the money!”
The banks in the middle of the city are fancy. They have a little annex out the front behind shiny sliding doors, with a range of ATMs for all your cash-withdrawal needs. There’s even one that you can use to exchange your notes for coins, so you can buy your coffees at that hipster coffee place that only accepts cash.
The little annex is a haven, too. It’s open all day, and all night. If you seek cash late on a cold winter night, you might stumble across the various homeless folks who use the annex to sleep. I’ve seen the nest of blankets, abandoned, in the corner. The place where the rich withdraw banknotes by the handful, the place where the lost ones find rest.
Bank is a place where you put your money, but I aint got no money.
I went to the bank to drop off a check, but sure enough, it bounced.
“I knew it,” I growled, cursing under my breath. One teller seemed to pity me, and the other, stiff-lipped, eyed me suspiciously. Both knew me; they knew that normally, the checks I brought were good. But now that the store I worked at was being run by a guy a little lacking in the ethics department, it was time for me to take matters into my own hands.
Literally. I pinned my manager to a wall, held a lead pipe against his throat, and demanded my pay.