My apartment is. My speed Is slow. My body is rented I feel my brain is not my own. My kind are a dark and cavernous abyss fallen from red to black with little to no reprieve
“You rented out your bike?”
“Only temporarily.”
“Why?”
“I was short on cash and you complain that I borrow too much from you.”
“But without your bike how will you get to work?”
“Well I could use your car… oh, wait.”
“Go get your bike back.”
“But I rented it out for a week!”
“Get up, you useless sack!” the landlord screamed at my daughter. All i could do was watch. What else could I do? She stumbled hesitantly to the door, she knew she couldn’t make it. He smirked and grabbed her ankles, dragging her back to his malicious presence, he unzipped her pants. We have nowhere else to go, I feel a scorching tear tumble down my cheek, not an unfamiliar feeling. I see him have his way with her, this may be my chance. Do I go and save myself or do we both die in here? If i go, i could help her. Or, she could die in here and i wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I took a step towards the door and then bolted through it; during the rush, I caught his eye, it gleamed with a familiar greed, one that I have known my whole life. My father was kind enough to rent his house out to us, this is the price we are having to pay. I am done paying.
I have rented several things in my life. an apartment, a truck, a car, a suite for my wedding. They all have the same thing in common: they are not mine and are not permanent. Just like my time here on this earth. Being a Christian means that I am a strong believer in renting my life here on this earth
She rented a car and just drove, Where she was going was highly irrelevant. Out was all that mattered and fast was the means to that end. Go and don’t think was all she could tell herself, Go and let the what will be fall out. Don’t glance back. Stare ahead. Just get out now. While your resolve is firmed up by the heat of the terror he just inflicted upon you. Sheer cowering panic as he glared from above you. Go now. The terror could dissipate. The memory of it has faded before with time, Then what will become of the resolve. It too will fizzle like the mint that you spit up in the soda yesterday. Go now or know that once again you will shirk and shrink and shrug back, head low, eyes averted and resume that life with its circadian rhythm that lulls you even when he won’t. Even when trust can’t pretend to hold anyone anymore.
Rented is the place I live in, as it has been the past 10 years. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore, and neither does this place. It has in the past. The transition occurs not with your surrounding environment but your surrounding company.
I have rented my entire life, because everywhere I’ve been, it’s been temporary.
I secretly love it, the excitement of a new place, new friends. But there is something missing, familiarity at first. That slowly goes away as friends become like family. Otherwise, you’re just really fucking lonely.
“You rented?” His voice raised an octave or two, a near screech as he stared at him incredulously. “Is that what you thought you were doing? This whole time we’ve been tearing the place apart and now you think this was important to tell us?”
Keith flinched backwards. “I tried to tell you earlier,” he said, his voice soft. “I tried. You didn’t want to listen, none of you did.”
“And you couldn’t try harder?”
“I did. I went and had it transferred out of my name and into yours,” he said, evenly. “So it’s all yours Matt. You can reap what you’ve sowed.” He straightened up, slinging the light duffle over one shoulder. He’d condensed his entire life down into a handful of meager possessions, though it seemed now, for the best.
“You what?”
“Congrats on your new rental.” Keith threw the keys, timing the action with his backwards shuffle to the door. “Enjoy!”
The scream of rage followed him down the stairwell, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t his problem anymore.
we rented the van to go across the country. we wanted to see things. to feel things. we wanted to find somewhere we belonged. it had seemed like such a great idea.
Rented…that was the way you could say it. Zim was Renting out his body for moneys. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been banished from most respectable areas in the galaxy. But he needed the moneys in order to get by. Irken were a valuable commodity in the darker areas of this planet, so were worth plenty. He could do well if he’d stop fighting people.
Zim rented his first apartment well after his senior year of hi skool. He wasn’t sure how it took so long for the authorities to discover his thieving of energy, but when it did happen, he knew he had to leave.
He scowled. It wasn’t even his own apartment, but rather one he had to share. With the Dib.
The man walked through the chaos with the air of someone wandering through their own home; at ease, comfortable, completely unperturbed with the fight that erupted everywhere. He wasn’t bothered about the occasional hit to the shoulder or the face, the blood that poured down his face, trickled from his mouth, wasn’t any concern of his; this body was rented- he didn’t mind returning it a little damaged.
Thump! Thump! Thump! Elizabeth was woken by the sound. It was a pounding, like a clock in rhythm, battering against the old wooden planks of the house. Then there came a particularly bodily thud and a wail. The sound made her blood chill. It was the man who rented the room upstairs, screaming in the night.
After all of his children moved away, Ray rented the old cabin every summer to whomever was interested. Usually it was elderly people looking to get away or young kids looking for privacy.
i rented a place
below the space
where a perfect home existed
where i hardly did
anything more than wonder
where we were
going, going
gone
until alone
I finally owned
the perfect home
a place to hang
my happy heart
We rented our first apartment near the boardwalk in Keansburg. It was a decommissioned mental hospital or halfway house of some kind. We kept up that tradition. We only went there to party after we were driven out by the cockroaches.
Joseph rented the apartment from his uncle for two years. After that, he bought himself a trailer home, traveled around the country a good five times, and finally settled on a blank space of land a mere three or so miles away from civilization. He was fine without running water, or electricity. He would always walk to the general store for things to eat. Potato chips, pretzels, made-to-go sandwiches. It got to the point that his poor, embarrassed uncle offered the apartment back for free, which Joseph of course declined.
She decides she isn’t going to let those thoughts rent any more space in her head. But the less she tries to think about them, the more room they take up. She hits her brow with her palms. She rubs down at the round of her frontal bone, the grooves where her eye sockets are. Using two fingers she feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
She decides she isn’t going to let that thought rent any more space in her head. But the less she tries to think about it, the more room it takes up. She hits her brow with her palms. She rubs down at the round of her frontal bone, the grooves where her eye sockets are. Using two fingers she feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
She stared out the window and thought of the changes that would occur tomorrow. This life would never be the same. For the first time ever, she realized she wouldn’t be staying in a temporary place, she will have established some sense of permanency. If only she knew or could have anticipated the age old reality-change is the only permanent.
I take my life for rented. I’m a 15-year-old Pakistaní un-schooled teenage girl, and I sell my body for a living. Mom has 11 children, I’m the 5th of them, and also, the strongest one; my two olders siblings left home when they were 18, they just ran away and never came back, in between of them and me are my sister Lupita, aged 24 who has Down Syndrome and my sister Grecia, 22, who is pregnant with her second child, I hope I filled in the blank. My name’s Poshka, and I’m also a burnt child.
She isn’t going to let him rent any more room in her head. But the less she tries to think about him, the more room he takes up. She hits her brow, the bone of her forehead, the grooves where her eye sockets are. She feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
My apartment is. My speed Is slow. My body is rented I feel my brain is not my own. My kind are a dark and cavernous abyss fallen from red to black with little to no reprieve
“You rented out your bike?”
“Only temporarily.”
“Why?”
“I was short on cash and you complain that I borrow too much from you.”
“But without your bike how will you get to work?”
“Well I could use your car… oh, wait.”
“Go get your bike back.”
“But I rented it out for a week!”
“Get up, you useless sack!” the landlord screamed at my daughter. All i could do was watch. What else could I do? She stumbled hesitantly to the door, she knew she couldn’t make it. He smirked and grabbed her ankles, dragging her back to his malicious presence, he unzipped her pants. We have nowhere else to go, I feel a scorching tear tumble down my cheek, not an unfamiliar feeling. I see him have his way with her, this may be my chance. Do I go and save myself or do we both die in here? If i go, i could help her. Or, she could die in here and i wouldn’t be able to live with myself. I took a step towards the door and then bolted through it; during the rush, I caught his eye, it gleamed with a familiar greed, one that I have known my whole life. My father was kind enough to rent his house out to us, this is the price we are having to pay. I am done paying.
“Get up, you useless sack!” the landlord screamed at my daughter. All i could do was watch. What else could I do?
I have rented several things in my life. an apartment, a truck, a car, a suite for my wedding. They all have the same thing in common: they are not mine and are not permanent. Just like my time here on this earth. Being a Christian means that I am a strong believer in renting my life here on this earth
She rented a car and just drove, Where she was going was highly irrelevant. Out was all that mattered and fast was the means to that end. Go and don’t think was all she could tell herself, Go and let the what will be fall out. Don’t glance back. Stare ahead. Just get out now. While your resolve is firmed up by the heat of the terror he just inflicted upon you. Sheer cowering panic as he glared from above you. Go now. The terror could dissipate. The memory of it has faded before with time, Then what will become of the resolve. It too will fizzle like the mint that you spit up in the soda yesterday. Go now or know that once again you will shirk and shrink and shrug back, head low, eyes averted and resume that life with its circadian rhythm that lulls you even when he won’t. Even when trust can’t pretend to hold anyone anymore.
Rented is the place I live in, as it has been the past 10 years. Home doesn’t feel like home anymore, and neither does this place. It has in the past. The transition occurs not with your surrounding environment but your surrounding company.
I have rented my entire life, because everywhere I’ve been, it’s been temporary.
I secretly love it, the excitement of a new place, new friends. But there is something missing, familiarity at first. That slowly goes away as friends become like family. Otherwise, you’re just really fucking lonely.
“You rented?” His voice raised an octave or two, a near screech as he stared at him incredulously. “Is that what you thought you were doing? This whole time we’ve been tearing the place apart and now you think this was important to tell us?”
Keith flinched backwards. “I tried to tell you earlier,” he said, his voice soft. “I tried. You didn’t want to listen, none of you did.”
“And you couldn’t try harder?”
“I did. I went and had it transferred out of my name and into yours,” he said, evenly. “So it’s all yours Matt. You can reap what you’ve sowed.” He straightened up, slinging the light duffle over one shoulder. He’d condensed his entire life down into a handful of meager possessions, though it seemed now, for the best.
“You what?”
“Congrats on your new rental.” Keith threw the keys, timing the action with his backwards shuffle to the door. “Enjoy!”
The scream of rage followed him down the stairwell, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t his problem anymore.
in this world we could rent some people dreams…to dream one single night!!
House, toys such as 4 wheelers and snow machines, movies, appliances, furniture 7 vehicles.
“”You’re my home now,” it was a prayer tumbling from her lips, a silent pact.
“But-” he paused to inhale sharply,”you’ll have to pay.”
we rented the van to go across the country. we wanted to see things. to feel things. we wanted to find somewhere we belonged. it had seemed like such a great idea.
A place that’s not your own. Wanting a place to call home that belongs to me.
Rented…that was the way you could say it. Zim was Renting out his body for moneys. It wasn’t his fault that he’d been banished from most respectable areas in the galaxy. But he needed the moneys in order to get by. Irken were a valuable commodity in the darker areas of this planet, so were worth plenty. He could do well if he’d stop fighting people.
rented box without a hammer.or whatever you rented.!
easy! not yours and does not belong to you!
Glaubst du du hast so viel Zeit?
Glaubst du du hast die Ewigkeit?
Deine Zeit ist nur geborgt!
Nutze sie.
Zim rented his first apartment well after his senior year of hi skool. He wasn’t sure how it took so long for the authorities to discover his thieving of energy, but when it did happen, he knew he had to leave.
He scowled. It wasn’t even his own apartment, but rather one he had to share. With the Dib.
you rent something that is not yours. and take care of it. everyday.
Borrowed, not mine. Not permanent. Not rooted or grounded. Temporary.
kfsDHdhlyufyfuyyg
The man walked through the chaos with the air of someone wandering through their own home; at ease, comfortable, completely unperturbed with the fight that erupted everywhere. He wasn’t bothered about the occasional hit to the shoulder or the face, the blood that poured down his face, trickled from his mouth, wasn’t any concern of his; this body was rented- he didn’t mind returning it a little damaged.
I rented the house for a year I like the house a lot so I plan to buy
it.
Is it possible for this to explain a relationship? Like your time, your affection, is merely rented for the mirrored image?
Thump! Thump! Thump! Elizabeth was woken by the sound. It was a pounding, like a clock in rhythm, battering against the old wooden planks of the house. Then there came a particularly bodily thud and a wail. The sound made her blood chill. It was the man who rented the room upstairs, screaming in the night.
do not own,throwing money away ,away from parets
After all of his children moved away, Ray rented the old cabin every summer to whomever was interested. Usually it was elderly people looking to get away or young kids looking for privacy.
Homes are rented with stone roofs the package also includes pigeons and dusty sofas and attics stuffed with trinkets, odds and ends.
i rented a place
below the space
where a perfect home existed
where i hardly did
anything more than wonder
where we were
going, going
gone
until alone
I finally owned
the perfect home
a place to hang
my happy heart
We rented our first apartment near the boardwalk in Keansburg. It was a decommissioned mental hospital or halfway house of some kind. We kept up that tradition. We only went there to party after we were driven out by the cockroaches.
Joseph rented the apartment from his uncle for two years. After that, he bought himself a trailer home, traveled around the country a good five times, and finally settled on a blank space of land a mere three or so miles away from civilization. He was fine without running water, or electricity. He would always walk to the general store for things to eat. Potato chips, pretzels, made-to-go sandwiches. It got to the point that his poor, embarrassed uncle offered the apartment back for free, which Joseph of course declined.
She decides she isn’t going to let those thoughts rent any more space in her head. But the less she tries to think about them, the more room they take up. She hits her brow with her palms. She rubs down at the round of her frontal bone, the grooves where her eye sockets are. Using two fingers she feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
She decides she isn’t going to let that thought rent any more space in her head. But the less she tries to think about it, the more room it takes up. She hits her brow with her palms. She rubs down at the round of her frontal bone, the grooves where her eye sockets are. Using two fingers she feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
She stared out the window and thought of the changes that would occur tomorrow. This life would never be the same. For the first time ever, she realized she wouldn’t be staying in a temporary place, she will have established some sense of permanency. If only she knew or could have anticipated the age old reality-change is the only permanent.
I take my life for rented. I’m a 15-year-old Pakistaní un-schooled teenage girl, and I sell my body for a living. Mom has 11 children, I’m the 5th of them, and also, the strongest one; my two olders siblings left home when they were 18, they just ran away and never came back, in between of them and me are my sister Lupita, aged 24 who has Down Syndrome and my sister Grecia, 22, who is pregnant with her second child, I hope I filled in the blank. My name’s Poshka, and I’m also a burnt child.
She isn’t going to let him rent any more room in her head. But the less she tries to think about him, the more room he takes up. She hits her brow, the bone of her forehead, the grooves where her eye sockets are. She feels the front of her face for an opening. Rent is up, she laughs.
I now lived in a rented apartment in New York. My new life was beginning now. Hopefully better than my last one.
I rented a lot for a party last night but quickly the party turned bad because one guy drowned in the lake
rented heart hurts because it’s not yours, don’t rent hurts, it’s out of fashion