calamity

March 25th, 2013 | 201 Entries

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  1. He hugs me from behind and whispers in my ear “Plan for the worst, but expect the best.” Even so, the phrase doesn’t strike me quite right. He treats me like I’m a child sometimes, but we didn’t grow up together. So he doesn’t fully understand the ways in which I think.

    Did I even have a childhood that allowed me to expect the best? I lived like precocious gypsy and absorbed everything around me. One time I spent the weekend with a friend in Nuremberg. I was 9, maybe 10. The autumnal colors of the city played side-by-side in my mind’s eye with gritty black and white footage taken at the height of Hitler’s power. Mine was a childhood coated with history’s soot and grime, and marred by lingering memories of many wars. What if a calamity isn’t all that sudden, like a Blitzkrieg, what if it’s just a case of expecting the best so you don’t know just how bad the worst can get, and so you fail to adequately plan for it?

    Maybe that’s why these words won’t arrange themselves to align on the side of right and come to a peaceful place within my mind.

    By Intuition URL on 03.25.2013

  2. Calamity.

    What a change omitting of the one “a” would make – calamity becomes calmity
    No chaos, no stress, no calamity, just calmity, rest, contentment.

    Oh, and how completely different and comical the other “a” – calamity becomes clamity
    Pertaining to and of a clam perhaps? It was a clamity soup. Surely it couldn’t have been a clammy soup?

    By Minette Tonoli URL on 03.25.2013

  3. I can feel it in the air
    like that strange calm
    before the storm.
    something’s going to happen, he says.
    no duh, a storm.
    no, he says, something more
    a disaster, he says
    that’s specific.
    he frowns,
    just pretend, please.
    Fine. a giant turtle will eat all the grass in the entire world
    he scoffs,
    no. more like
    an apocalypse,
    when everyone
    in the world
    will hold their breath
    as that feeling overcomes them
    because they know
    something
    will happen and it
    will be bad
    and nothing will
    ever be the same.
    yes, like a storm.
    A worldwide storm? nothing ever the same?
    yes.
    you’re impossible.

    By cosmic URL on 03.25.2013

  4. Jane I have no idea what this word means apart from Calamity Jane that musical thing. They done it at my school once but I wasn’t there to see it for some reason. I can’t remember where I was. Maybe on holiday or something. Anyway most of my friends were in it, Holly, Fiona and maybe Sally? Actually I think maybe I did manage to see it. I definitely got to see the rehearsal for it and they were pretty good.

    By Murray on 03.25.2013

  5. Calamity was a dog. A friend to all, he never bit a fly. To some, he was crazy. But, no. He was calamity.

    By Bekah Loker on 03.25.2013

  6. I am one. But just one.
    But not one. I am many.

    Who is she, me, I?

    I am a blank slate.
    I am a thick book.

    I like much, but I live only once.
    Once I die, but many lives I lead.

    By Minette Tonoli URL on 03.25.2013

  7. Calamity? What the heck is that?
    Oh. I see.
    A disaster. Booooooommmmmmmm.
    Yeah… I can’t take this seriously.
    It’s kind of funny how everyone else does, yet they’re not really that good at writing. It’s amusing though.
    *shrugs*

    By Me on 03.25.2013

  8. WHAT DOSE THIS WORLD MEAN?
    i honestly have no idea and because i dont know i am unable to write about said word ….. will YOU help me?
    teach me this foreign thing. show me the steps and i will follow. dont just leave me behind.

    By isabella URL on 03.25.2013

  9. ThE calamity of me. I feel freely unspoken

    My heart trembles I seize up
    Calamity, Explosion!
    Why is the world betting its last hopes on one
    Now is all you have forever.
    Whoever you are.

    By jonathon URL on 03.25.2013

  10. it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….

    By John Fraser on 03.25.2013

  11. it would be a calamity if my secret life was to become public in any way, my friends would all be alienated from me, my wife would leave me, my children would never speak to me again, and my mother would cry. Why did i ever think i could get away with it? I have a dread that one day soon, a day that is surely coming, everyone will find out that i have been leading this double life and on that day, only one person in the world will be on my side. I lie awake thinking about this and I sweat cold beads of ice just thinking about it.Oh but how good has it been sometimes, when I think about the incredible places I went and the people I talked to, and the things I did, in my secret lfe. But one day soon, calamity is coming….

    By John Fraser on 03.25.2013

  12. her death, though inevitable, was a calamity. everything that led up to that point cease to matter. the disaster was all there was/is. i stood still. time stood with me. the moment paused longer than necessary. it’s still in pause. i fight to press play again but the button sticks.

    By Safon URL on 03.25.2013

  13. It was a calamity. A disaster. A catastrophe. And no one know exactly what happened. The mess was everywhere: on the cupboards, on the stove, running down the dishwasher, all over the floor and even into the groves of the floorboards. It was sticky like honey.

    By rachelzana URL on 03.25.2013

  14. There was a calamity in the house this morning. It was the result of a small sheet of paper, left in the pocket of a coat, which got put into the washing machine, along with a lot of other clothes, which are all now slightly pink.

    By tonykeyesjapan URL on 03.25.2013

  15. “This wasn’t how it should have gone. This wasn’t how it was meant.”

    “Well, calm down Eloise. You’ll be fine.”

    “No. No. It’s a disaster. A calamity,” Eloise said. “What should I do. Oh, what should I do?”

    By Stephanie Jennifer on 03.25.2013

  16. What a calamity. i literally can’t think. this is terrifying. i never expected this to happen and here we are. five days after the wedding and. calamity. there is literally no hope left and i doubt that i can come back after this. what happened happened, but i’m not sure if it should have. what could i have one differently? did i want to do anything differently? will we ever really know? maybe this was all for the best. maybe what i needed was to get away but this is a calamity and really it is nothing else.

    By ellen on 03.25.2013

  17. It was a disaster, pure and simple. No one was going to come, no one cared, and no one gave a damn. The fact that she’d been planning the event for months as of no importance. Calamity. It seemed to befall her wherever she went.

    By Elizabeth Petruy URL on 03.25.2013

  18. Tasting the air, the blues bleed in.
    They steep like tea, changing it all into an effervescent
    sparkling, miraculous stain
    that marks your hands, your chest, your eyes…
    God, your eyes.
    Your eyes sting vapourously
    burn my lungs
    scorch my cheeks.
    “Calcifer” they whisper
    and they are gone, leaving sunspots.
    Wave my hand through them, they dissapate.
    Unknowingly, we were thrust together,
    madly clamouring for a sense of touching
    but feeling none.
    We grew frusterated
    scratching and grasping
    at clothes, hair, skin
    pulling and pushing
    breathing hard and growing warm
    bashing and pinching until
    our skin is paper
    soaking up ink.
    We fell when we saw ourselves in the other’s wide eyes
    we sob opalescent tears that, despite ourselves
    we lick off our cheeks.
    Until we,
    Exhausted and sore,
    at last fall asleep.

    By Octowhat URL on 03.25.2013

  19. she was a walking calamity but a fabulous one
    lurching and flirting from party to party,
    from arm to arm
    charming everyone she met
    with her soft eyes and her easy smile

    By Miss Ann Thrope URL on 03.25.2013

  20. Calamity is and interesting word. It’s connotation being something along the lines of ‘mass destruction, terrible misfortune, the end of the world. etc’. Also giving the knowledgeable a sense of dread,despair, and even excitement. All in one tiny word.

    By Kerry URL on 03.25.2013

  21. we held our breath for too long,
    the whole time breathing only with our lungs.

    By drew URL on 03.25.2013

  22. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Houses were torn apart, roof shingles and broken glass from windows scattered everywhere. Fallen trees has strewn leaves and branches on the many lawns and streets of the town, and lampposts, mailboxes and lawn ornaments had been all but totally obliterated. But the worst part was how the water has visibly impacted everything, spreading her foamy fingers over every part of the town and leaving soaked destruction in her wake.

    By Julianne on 03.25.2013

  23. What a calamity, money is such a headache!

    By T1DSurfDad URL on 03.25.2013

  24. To be honest. I don’t know what the word mean, but for some reason it makes me think of something that’s very calm and surreal. Peaceful and almost distant. It sounds like its meant to be a word that brings everyone to a nice standstill.

    By Pink and Hideous URL on 03.25.2013

  25. My mind is CALAMITY, please don’t you mind!.

    By C. Purcell on 03.25.2013

  26. Destruction and force coming down so strong. What am I left to do but pick up the peices left by the devastation. The grief striken feeling left in my gut.

    By Roba'r Gholston URL on 03.25.2013

  27. This world we live in is one big pot of anger and pain. Just turning and boiling as we spinning on the axis. Where are we going? The only place I see is hell. Too many warriors not enough healers if you ask me. We need peace.

    By Roba'r Gholston URL on 03.25.2013

  28. There was a disturbance in the force when I decided to sniff it. I had sworn to never go down this hole but since I had been there somewhat before on a different plane I decided to unlock the door. A sniff later the lock fell. Down the rabbit hole I went. Vision fading as my head kissed the pillow. Ketamine was odd.

    By J Gatsby URL on 03.25.2013

  29. Harsh words and broken laughter and oh so much blood. Pooled everywhere, filling the air with it’s metallic tang. Had he not known some of the victims here, he would have considered it a work of art. A visceral, terrifying piece of art, but beautiful all the same. But he had known these men. Had fallen in love with these children. Watched those women with envious eyes. He had known these families and the loss was a calamity that shook him to the very core.
    Revenge? No.
    What he had in mind was something far worse than such.

    By Salaa'ut URL on 03.25.2013

  30. calamity sounds like calamine lotion to me.
    calamity seems to describe my life at the moment.
    theres no peace or sense of peace in my life.
    all i feel is inner turmoil and struggle.
    there seems to be a reaching, like im reaching out towards what will bring me peace or at the least relieve the turmoil inside but it is eluding my grasp to no end
    what will bring me this peace though?

    By Nadia URL on 03.25.2013

  31. ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.

    By marisa34 URL on 03.25.2013

  32. ocean how beautiful you are in the night, how i wish i could lay in the sand and not worry about the chilly air, i wish i had someone i loved to share that feeling with me, i feel so lonely sometimes.

    By marisa34 URL on 03.25.2013

  33. being calm..state of being calm

    By amy tingen on 03.25.2013

  34. Uh i don’t know. Isn’t that like getting used to something. I m pretty sure it is. Almost positive. I’ve heard it before.. Somewhere.

    By Anh on 03.25.2013

  35. This is a calamity!! We need to chill more!!

    By Jason URL on 03.25.2013

  36. I hear your words and think of nothing. How such calamity have come to pass. I have been faithful and determined. This is what I get for being so generous. Not any more, from now on I will let go of any binding contract with you. From now on I will be free.

    By Alexis URL on 03.25.2013

  37. For there is calamity brewing in the east,
    ‘Tis a calamity so great that it would kill thousands.
    A calamity so evil that it will not let anything survive
    For it is the calamity brought on by humans.
    A calamity that we cannot be saved from.

    By Rawr means I love you URL on 03.25.2013

  38. “Holy Calamity. Scream Insanity. All you’re ever gonna be, is another great fan of me.” When I’m big, you all are gonna look up at me. You all are gonna wish you treated me better. You all are gonna wish you became my friend. You all are gonna wish I didn’t remember you…but for now it’s just a song. One day.

    By Rachel URL on 03.25.2013

  39. a disaster something you could never plan on happenibg something groundreaking taht will possibly later your life and make it so that you could never cptinue to live the ways that uou used to who can help you restore that old life and get over the disasyter what steps remain this wasnt epected and thats what makes it so horrbiel and unfair and you wish you could turn back time

    By devon on 03.25.2013

  40. Everything was all in calamity. The cooks were throwing the frying pans across the kitchen, and the chickens were running around with their heads inches in front of their bodies, squawking as though their lives depended on it. A tall, dark man walked in and stood in the doorway. He cleared his throat, and all at once, things fell into a hush.

    By Amanda G. URL on 03.25.2013