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I hated him. Hated him with a passion that outweighed any other feelings I had.
We argued, cried, fought, and battled it out. But it was never enough.
I never thought I’d fall for him.
I felt a different kind of passion, now.
By Kat413 URL on 10.31.2011
I am not very passionate about many things. I would like to be, but for some reason I just can’t get motivated. It’s like I don’t care about anything, but I know I should. It’s strange. Do people just force themselves to care, to be interested in things? Or does it come naturally? Innately? How does one drive oneself?
By Joe on 10.31.2011
i don’t think i’m really passionate about anything. except for you, at least at this point in time. but passion dies. i really hope ours doesn’t. but it’s better to consider myself the rule than the exception.
By Nicolina on 10.31.2011
“things i have never felt before in my life. and only felt with you. i love you.” the young girl said to the boy in front of her. she reached up, on her tip toes, and kissed his lips. fireworks sparked in their very souls and she shyly pulled away.
nothing is more meaningful to a young girl than her first kiss.
By Rupert URL on 10.31.2011
i love passionate. its wonderful and sexy. especially passionate kisses <3 loovveee those!! slow, passionate, and romantic, only the bestest kind ever! especially from the right person:) pure bliss and perfection.
By laura on 10.31.2011
passion tea lemonade with madeleines on a warm summer day, reading proust on the beach, feeling its heavy weight in my hands, day dreaming
By hadz URL on 10.31.2011
If he was passionate about anything, it was his schoolwork. More than he could perhaps ever love a woman, he loved the sound of pencil scratching upon paper, the rhythm of keyboard keys tapping away. Learning, knowledge, those were his loves, and he sacrificed sleep and social time to be with his books and his homework. Nothing could separate him from it.
By Jasmine URL on 10.31.2011
Passionate hearts and souls are truly rare. To be passionate is to open yourself up to heartache. I am a passionate person. When I love I love with my whole heart and soul. I do not half-ass my passion for love. For the people in my life. For art. For writing.
By MoiyaHatake URL on 10.31.2011
It’s not everyone who can give a forty five minute lecture to two hundred people about the mating habits of the dung beetle, but Clive was utterly passionate about his subject and, convincingly, always had the faint air of a man wholly immersed in his work.
Just as well really, as he had as much chance of getting a date as a syphilitic Hannibal Lecter.
By Santa Monious URL on 10.31.2011
Passion is that broiling, bubbling, roaring place just beneath your pancreas. I think it lives there. It pokes around your insides, bumping your diaphragm and your heart and your lungs and oooh isn’t it hard to breathe deeply now, because the bottom of your stomach is so tight with passion. Your cheeks flush and your sternum burns and it’s warm in here. Swollen lips and the sun shining in your eyes so you have to squint and consciously try to swallow because your esophagus has decided to call it a day.
By Mary on 10.31.2011
Staying with home from school all day to smoke, I know I am passionate about something. Practicing goes by the wayside and college applications are forgotten. School work is put off and I can’t help but smile as I take another hit from my pipe and couldn’t care less that I’m falling behind.
By Rebekah on 10.31.2011
Staying home from school all day to smoke makes me realize I am passionate about something. As I take another hit from my pipe, I smile contentedly not caring that each breath brings me closer to failure.
I looked into the window, at my own reflection. ‘Why is life so horrible?’ I asked myself in a whisper so they couldn’t hear me. I came to see him, the boy I love. Not my past, not my mistake. I came for cuddling, talking, passionate kissing, loving him. Alone. I looked at myself through that window until they walked back into the room. Here comes the plastered smile.
By Paige Noel URL on 10.31.2011
oh i used to be passionate, when i was halfway around the world. i was so far away from everything familiar that it was impossible to not look at you and think: sex.
By weetz on 10.31.2011
the world has lost the majority of it’s passion, as they do not know the meaning of the word any longer. i propose a return to intimacy, who’s with me?
By Christina URL on 10.31.2011
we are all so passionate about being in love that we forget how to passionately love others.
By stephaniewrites URL on 10.31.2011
passionate…great. this has always been a really awkward word with me. i’m always hesitant to use it because the first time i heard it, it was in a.. um… a romance novel. and…well, you can probably guess what waas “passionate.” yeah. so that’s why i dont use it.
By Leyla13 on 10.31.2011
i just wrote about this but…
passion for something is the cure for anything.
I am passionate about you and sometimes I feel like you never know. And if you did, you never know how much. How much I really do love you. It should be obvious in how I always want to talk to you, even if you’ve treated me like shit. But I guess it’s not. People just don’t see the subtle side anymore.
By Brittany on 10.31.2011
my bow sweeps over the strings. attacks them with such force, i’m surprised they don’t snap off. my body sways and swoops and soars out of place; out of my present state of mind. i’m absolutely nowhere, hidden in the layers of my mind; and everywhere. all at once. this is omnipresence. this escape, but complete surrender. it renders me speechless.
By Megan URL on 10.31.2011
Having been a commercial designer for many years has proved that I have so much passion in doing it. However this line of business get brain drain very easily. Quote such as “I just don’t like this,” with no reason can often be heard from anyone criticising it. Word is cheap, I can be the most stern critic but doing it in action is another thing.
By prrudy on 10.31.2011
passionate about loving sweet toxic embrace hold me in your poison arms while i passionatly dream a future that never becomes real. passion raging silently inside a throbbing heart
By finn URL on 10.31.2011
I am passionate about few things. I don’t really care about food, or reading for that matter. I’m not in school because I want straight As. One of the few things I am passionate about is writing. I love writing. I’ll do it forever. I’ll do it when I’m dead.
By Emma on 10.31.2011
I am passionate about art. A world without color would be miserable. I paint my life with color. The reds, oranges, and blues complete my world
By Madison Gross on 10.31.2011
The way he looked at me. From across the fire. Just was as passionate as any first meeting. I was smitten at that moment. Nothing was the same. I just want to remember this moment, the smells and sights for all of my days.
By Kimberlee URL on 10.31.2011
Anything, a personal emotion; can be between people or even a person and his mind. Unbound by embarrassment – pure emotion. Un-metered. No restraints, no inhibition. Strength and limitless feelings.
red and yellow and orange too.
Unity and inner peace, yet fighting for what you want. Never giving up.
By Emily on 10.31.2011
I am passionate about a sea of things. Ranging from writing random things like this or just prancing around the house feeling free. Passion I believe steams from the soul within and comes out in the most indearing outlandish times. It plays a role in who a person is and essentially the basics of understanding that person on a personal level.
By Brianna on 10.31.2011
The two held hands and splashed about in a rather stereotypical fashion. The lover’s embrace befell them as the tide rose in the late afternoon, casting a warm halo of light around them. They smiled at each other, just friends until, as he saw the wrinkles about her eyes as she smiled a toothy smile, he uttered “I love you.”
By Ohyouknow on 10.31.2011
What a word, ‘passionate’. So many people think that they are just that. Oh, I’m obsessed with anchioves, that means I’m PASSIONA- No. No it does not. It’s one of those words that you don’t know the meaning of until you really feel it, experience it, envelop yourself in it.
By Orla Fitz URL on 10.31.2011
Passion is something most people just stumble upon. It’s something that no matter how many times you do it and fail at it, you always want to get back up and try it again. Passion is something that takes you outside of the everyday world and gives you a relief. It’s something you know when you see it. Passion is more like an emotion it’s something you feel. Something you never want to let go of.
By BriannaNicole URL on 10.31.2011
this word is a pomegranate hanging high on a summer tree. i am in winter, looking up through shards of sun. passion is a flavor, and i am a ridged, burnt tongue from this morning’s tea. will, and taste, and warmth.
By Rachel on 10.31.2011
I am passionate about people. I care so much about so many people sometimes it’s exhausting. I love that people do random acts of kindness and I wish I had the time and money to give more to society. i know there is no excuse but I really wish I could change that
By Erica on 10.31.2011
I am passionate about lending my voice to others who are not able to stand up for themselves, especially children, the elderly, and animals.
By auni URL on 10.31.2011
My dream to be a famous yet underrated pianist. Like Ludovico Einaudi, Jim Brickman, Giovanni Allevi, etc. They create God’s music, when their songs are being played, you will see angels with halos falling down from the sky, and picking you up gently. Together, you will fly with them to a place so sacred, it still remains unknown. Youtube them or something, you won’t be disappointed. I promise.
By alyssa rae on 10.31.2011
passionate is when you would kill for someone. you’d do anything for them. or an idea, or a cause, or a lifestyle. you put your everything into it. passionate is when that thing becomes your everything. passionate is more than love, its more than lust.
By erika ryanne on 10.31.2011
She was passionate. About herself, about the boys she was obsessed with, and last but definitely not least, her pomeranian.
By K URL on 10.31.2011
Love it. My job. My family . My life. All of this makes me happy to be alive, and eager to begin each new day — with passion.
By Susan Armstrong on 10.31.2011
it’s the same as before… is there truelly nothing new under the sun… maybe just different ways of saying things… or not. just feeling that you may have never felt that way before… makes it worth it…doesn’t it?
By melody URL on 10.31.2011
Passion. It’s something I used to have so much of. Now I still do, but it’s all melded up with confusion, like two metals trying to create an alloy that should never be created. Now I just need guidance, and someone to direct my passion towards something that can change my alloy into pure gold…
By LostAsleep URL on 10.31.2011
I swear I used to be filled with singing back-lit leaves and feel art flowing through me like the waves of depression that also greeted me in those blue, sweaty, smelly, wonderful high school hallways. My life used to be artful, filled with my passion. Now I barely see the grass.
By goldenair URL on 10.31.2011
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