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i don’t like to think about the things i must do o to do something because i must, i’ll do it because i like it other wise is just pure hypocrite, but some times we must be hypocrite
By Fernanda on 01.07.2013
I must do something about my hair. Like I don’t look old enough with the grey shit in there. why oh why could i not be born a natural redhead. a lovely ginger. dammit, why did my cousin get it and not me! she’s dead. geez, i could have used it longer. i don’t care how horrible that sounded. i am in a fowl mood right now. oh, foul, not fowl. geez.
By Marie URL on 01.07.2013
Every time someone says the word, he thinks about people: how their priorities and agendas always surface in their lexicon.
He has never been a ‘must’. Only a ‘should have’ (been there, when he was growing up), then a ‘would have’ (if time weren’t better spent working) and finally, not at all.
By mimosa eyes URL on 01.07.2013
I don’t have to. I don’t have to do anything. To must is imaginary. You cannot make me.
By Emily on 01.07.2013
sitting on my hands
waiting for the day
wishing there was more
time passes slowly
except when you’re blank
it speeds up
you forget who you are
where are we now
when did we get here
things must change
we must rekindle the feeling
i must return to a time when i was me
Auf Wiedersehen pity
tomorrow, i make my return
when you awake
i’ll be gone.
By Matty M. on 01.08.2013
“You must take the egg to the bottom.” She begged.
But I’m not a mermaid, I thought. I couldn’t tell her though, she’d know I was a liar. She hadn’t even seen me under the water for more than a minute and boy was that hard.
By Jorge Franco IV URL on 01.08.2013
“The egg must make it to the bottom” She told me.
But I’m not a mermaid, I thought. I couldn’t tell her though, she would know I was a liar. She hadn’t even seen me go under the water for more than a minute, and boy was that hard.
“I love you.” I said instead.
Mighty leaves of grey
Under the water
Straying from the rush
Tumbling over the crisp cascade.
must we always explain the way we feel?
must words always replace what silence
does best? or can we simply embrace
and allow our souls to become our soul?
By Leroy on 01.08.2013
i must confess,
I must! confess
i must, unless
what i feel
is but the tip
of the iceberg
then i must
By Leroy Mthulisi Ndlovu on 01.08.2013
All he could do was think about it. He must do it! Everyone…most people told him he was a fool to tr and do it, all but those foolish enough to follow with him. Crazy has its own attraction, which mostly attracts more crazy.
By Geoffrey Turns on 01.08.2013
i must i must i must control my bust. i must learn to speak slower. it smells musty in this garage house full of spiders and pregnant wolf spiders and cane spiders and terrifying monsters. it must keep raining to keep them out or else it will be open season.
By andi_pandi URL on 01.08.2013
must have. must need. it says it all. you just gotta have it.
and really, everyone has this word used when they want something.
By Udox on 01.08.2013
i MUST. the sense of urgency clawed at her, and yet the obligation also made her hang back, refuse, rebel. who had decided that such a task was essential, was to be valued, over the millions of other things she could be doing?
By glass on 01.08.2013
There must of had been a reason for them to kill the entire village. Maybe this village had done something terrible but as he looked he saw a little arm in the ruble holding a toy doll. What had this child done? Children can’t do horrible things so why had it been killed?
By Matty URL on 01.08.2013
i must not waste time. i must not grow old with regrets. i must not wish i had done things i had not. i must explore places i have always wanted to i must use every moment of every day to it’s full potential. i must not focus only on time!
By matty URL on 01.08.2013
It was so simple. He thought as he walked though the plain white doors. Too simple for the type of man that was supposed to live here. Crazed, they said. Not normal, they said. There was nothing of interest in this minamalistic setting in the New York sky tower apatment. A strange eerie feeling started to creep in. He was understanding it now. It was perfect. too perfect. The squeek of John’s deep heels rang loudly as he walked though on the hardwooden floors, just as he though, Spotless. Not a speck of dust. The perpatrater was to have said not to have been here in months. Then why is it still so clean. It only points to one thing. that she was lying flat out. though her teeth lying. There is a crazed simple man living here. Hes just going to be alot harder to crack from the look of things.
By Elizabeth Sorensen on 01.08.2013
If I must then I will tell all that happen to save my skin. I tried to keep my knowledge of the events a secret, but It has cause harm and confusion to all those that I love.
By victor URL on 01.08.2013
i must be successful in life. Im very determined to make sure that my family has a good life, and never struggle! I don’t want my family to have to worry about food, money, or a place to live ever! I also must try my hardest at every thing i do, and never give up.
By Nick on 01.08.2013
I must drink wine or must to feel better, i am estonian
By Valentin Eni URL on 01.08.2013
I must read newspapers everyday
I must follow my parents words everyday
I must be punctual
I must read books everyday
I must be happy
I must love my work
i must respect everyone
i must eat on time
i must be truthful
i must be honest
By Sireesha MK on 01.08.2013
I must honor God with my life. Love my wife and serve her and care for my little girl with God’s love. I must express myself and have fun. I must be transparent and real.
By Jeremy Tracey on 01.08.2013
What must I do to be happy? I must do something different. But every time I try something different, the darkness reappears, the sadness, the anger. Must I accept that this is the way of things? I don’t want to, but I must realize that merely changing my external circumstances will not lead to any kind of happiness.
By Denis A. URL on 01.08.2013
The word “Must” should never be uttered. It works as a confine that prevents true expression and innovation. It is the “Maybe”s that add to the world, not the absolutes.
By River Ranter URL on 01.08.2013
I must obey my orders. Programming, drilled in my head- /shoot here, position three, don’t miss. this man is your target/ there is no way I can’t, it sits heavy in the back of my skull, watching me. My friend whispers in my ear, but her words are worth much less than the orders that come from the back of my head. I must do this, I must shoot this man, I must harm someone that I don’t want to harm. There is no way out.
By Zoe on 01.08.2013
They must pick up the boxes. With only days left until the move. No box left behind. The fear of forgetting had her going back and forth, in and out. She made sure every room was empty, every closet checked. Seventeen years of memories were coming to an end. They did it, downsized, symplufed and modified their lifestyle. A bittersweet dance with no regrets. Closer to family and less things and stuff. She already felt lighter at the thought of being free from the weight of what use to be.
By Crisnole URL on 01.08.2013
You must go to Taco Bell and get me three tacos, one Grilled Stuft Burrito, an Enchirito, five Doritos Locos hard shells, and a cinnamon twists. If you don’t I may go crazy!
By Mr. Dunning URL on 01.08.2013
I must be losing my mind!
There’s a chicken on the table eating cat food,
And a cow slurping orange juice!
By Caeden Polster URL on 01.08.2013
I must go to work. I must eat. I must do what I want to. No one really must do anything. I hope that I must havea job for a long time.
By Alice on 01.08.2013
I must do this. i must do that. i must become creative. i must make films. i must enjoy life. i must earn , marry, do all this. i must live. and i must get out of this. away. but then i’m escaping. i must not do that. i must be something. and that is myself.
By Madhur Anand URL on 01.08.2013
I don’t know why I feel like I must be the person everyone wants me to be
it’s like I’m living my life behind some tv screen and I’m trying to get as many people to watch my show
I thought I was the type of independent girl who didn’t need all of that
until my type of guy came around
By Sascha Dee on 01.08.2013
Pancakes must be cooked. Charlie must be punished. Courtney must be fed. Video Game must be furry. Your coffee must be heated. Cameras must be turned on to use. Turtles must be weird.
By Bridget on 01.08.2013
I must see the sky again,
the sea and the weather changing
under the abonded skin of my love
I want, and i must
feel and see the blue tears changing into blood in my scared mind
Must feel it again
By She on 01.08.2013
I must get rid of all the unpaired socks in my drawer. They represent old chapters of my life. I have to let go to regrets and get used to the idea that I can’t find their pairs anymore.
By Albireo on 01.08.2013
I must do a lot of things. study. date. dare. marry. love. not in that order. i must graduate. I must let myself let go of some of the things that have been holding me back. i must live again. i am living
By reba on 01.08.2013
“You don’t have to, you really don’t.” Why did she always say that? Everything out of her mouth was a polite, forgiving lie. If she didn’t get her way, she’d lash out in her own quiet way. No was never an option. “Of course, I must” I replied. She blushed with knowing eyes. “Well…if you insist,” she replied.
By Soft URL on 01.08.2013
having the need to. A pursuit that is unbeatable. The desire to never stop. The drive to carry on even in the face of doubt. The want that turns into a necessity.
By Chris URL on 01.08.2013
I must leave it’s not safe for me here. If I don’t go you and I will both die, they will no that if they kill you that they will kill me too, but if I leave you will be safe and that’s all I can hope for. I ‘ll go up into the mountains, maybe I’ll find the old tribe and regroup with them, whatever you do don’t tell anyone you know me.
By danielle on 01.08.2013
I like your mother but she must leave. I don’t trust her, in fact I don’t like her I hate her. You know I heard her talking with Zyriah yesterday. She wants to get rid of me, she’ll kill me if she has to all she cares about is me leaving you.
Yes, I must write this. I must. If I want to be a writer, I must. Must; not only a command, but a foul stench. A musty dungeon in which I lock myself in and bury the key beneath the dirt. Dig up memories and former stories and bleed them across the page. Must. Must…keep…going.
By dertoetenprinzessen URL on 01.08.2013
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