I tried to steady my breath. I needed to calm down but I couldn’t; it felt as if I were drowning, suffocating, or maybe both. I don’t understand why I think these thoughts that do nothing but hurt me. Why couldn’t I stop? Why can’t I be happy?
I tried to steady my breath. I needed to calm down but I couldn’t; it felt as if I were drowning, suffocating, or maybe both. I don’t understand why I think these thoughts that do nothing but hurt me. Why couldn’t I stop? Why can’t I be happy?
Steady. Steady as she goes. Steady like a relationship between a guy and a girl for only a few odd weeks, thinking that hand holding and cutesy name calling has led up to this ‘commitment’. That they are old enough to hold strong the course of their lives like a boat tumbling in a storm
Easy, reliable. They considered her enough of that. She’s as steady as they come, but underneath the calm in the waters there is an urge waiting to get out. She wants to be rough, to tumble through life and the streets screaming and falling into waiting arms. She wants to be reckless, wants stories to tell, wants danger and feeling alive. She wants to be anything but predictable. Anything but a steady ship on peaceful seas.
She watched who she thought was the love of her life. He was laying on her lap, unaware of what was going on. He slept with four of her friends, and killed her best friend. Normally it would be immortal to murder, but she thought it was fit since justice wouldn’t be served. She held the knife steady to make a good, clean cut. Her breath caught as she slit his throat not once, but three times. “Goodbye, my love,” she whispered as the life drained from his body.
relationships have to be steady, it’s very crazy because most aren’t steady. people go all over the place. it’s insane and thats why relationships fail because one person thinks something else and one wants to be steady and then bye bye relationship!!!! it’s crazy!!!! going steady is important i believe. this shit is hard. fuck. STEADY WTF ARE U
stead…steady…steady
balancing everything on the balance beam of her mind
a word here, an action there, a smile, a quirk of the lips
a witty reply and a eyebrow raised
like an artist-she lifted her head, closed her eyes and laughed, like a circus act-she balanced it all.
like a veil, her composure and demure hid her, their curiosity-a protection.
red-painted lips and darkly decorated eyes hid the mind that was precariously steady
steadily drifting towards the edge.
like the flow of the river, like the beat of the drum. steady like a rock, like the dark of the night & the wind & the rain & the moon. Steady like my heartbeat & my love. Steady like trust. sometimes a caution, always a compliment. woah, steady now. steady.
easy come, easy go. Lifestyles change, people change, selves change but cetain things need to stay steady. Calm. Central. In a way, the person becomes what the person has always been, a being orbiting around a steady center .Keep an eye on it as the world twists and turns and evolves.
The people who are steady are usually mentally healthy. I am not steady. Tables are steady. The way I want a man. Someone I can depend on. Steady. People used to say “going steady” back then when that’s what da
Her little breaths and the sound of the heart monitor.
His grip on the rope holding Lilly suspended up the face of the rock.
The beat of wings from a tired, migrant goose.
Mother’s hand as she pulls the needle through completing the final seam on my new dress.
Rick’s voice singing the final note before the dramatic show lights and music flood the arena.
Slow and steady wins the race – or so they say. But that’s easier said than done. How can I be steady when everything is so shambly? Aack. Steady, steady – don’t explode! Trying to keep my eye on the prize, but being careful what I wish for. Steady – I wish! Trying to imagine being steady from one day to the next.It’s so hard in this crazy life of mine.
My life is steady. Hardly any changes, Same school, Same friends, Same hair, Same house, Same clothes, Same family, and same me. So you could say I have a steady life:)
Steady go,my dear, steady go. No need to rush, no need to be quick. You need to be strong and steady, Steady your arrow. Steady your bow. Look up ahead. Don’t let yourself shake. Be a rock. A big,sturdy rock. Then realize your arrow. You’ve done it perfectly once. And that’s how we fell in love.
There’s a reason why they don’t want you shining lasers at low flying aircraft, especially helicopters. The light diffuses from the glass and spreads to fill the cockpit, burning the pilot’s retina.
He watched his quarry move through the crowd, bobbing and jostling. The night scope followed along, waiting for the right moment. “Steady. Steady.” he thought to himself, then squeezed the trigger as the man stepped into the street.
Harriet placed her foot tentatively on the ground. Although she knew better, she was still surprised at how steady it was. It was hard to believe the shaking had finally stopped. Tom looked at her from across the road. She had to be brave. It was only a few short steps to him after all.
Steady friends. Steady lifestyle. Life is about balance, a steady balance of all the things you feel are important to you. Steadily moving to a ultimate goal.
Once she began to have doubts, it was easy for her to walk out, to try and find the truth. She had to be careful to keep herself emotionally stable, to learn about her past at a steady pace, as to much information too soon would overwhelm her.
Everyone around me seems so steady. They have balance, poise, stability. I’m shaky, tipping everwhere, about to collapse any time. They are always up and mighty, I’m about to fall down on my face.
I have always been a wanderer. I search for things like a warm bed, a free meal, a blanket of starlight and soft grass. Repetition is my vice but I have always needed you. I’m sorry if I hurt you and I’m sorry I left you I just can’t control my wanderlust. But I still want you. You are my rock to which I cling, even if only in times of greatest turbulence. You are there for me, but I am never there for you. You are steady. You are real. You are solid. You are my anchor. You deserve better. I left you, but I love you.
This time, he keeps his hand steady. It doesn’t shake, and for the first time in months he feels as though he has complete control over his actions and feelings. Everything he writes is premeditated and deliberate. He doesn’t hesitate or stumble, and when he finishes the letter, he doesn’t wonder for even a second if it’s incomplete. His confidence is as steady as his hand, not once faltering as he carefully folds the paper into thirds and tucks it into an envelope. He seals it, writing the address on the front that he used to visit after school every day growing up. He doesn’t miss it, and though the house number and street name glide onto the paper with a sense of familiarity, upon rereading the words on paper, they feel objectified and foreign. There’s nothing to miss besides old memories that once were pleasant but as of recently feel tainted by the present. He has one stamp left, and he places it in the corner. He knows better than to include a return address. Above the address he writes the recipient’s name, five letters drained of trust and devoid of friendship. ~~~~~ may never open the letter, but the sense of closure !!!!!! feels slipping the letter into the mailbox, watching it disappear, and turning around and walking away is satisfying enough. Turning to ….., watching the way the wind musses her hair, the way her makeup is beginning to smudge from the humidity, !!!!! says, “I think I’m going to catch the next bus headed north. Take some time to myself.” She frowns and asks, “Are you sure?” !!!!! nods. He needs space from all of this, a permanent break, which can only be for the better. Through the past ___ months, !!!!! has learned that to relent is not to give up; it’s to move on.
I dreamed of being a calm, collective person. Whenever I was stressed or angry, I would always whisper that word, steady. It relaxed me and helped me focus on that one task or that problem instead of being overwhelmed.
“Slow and steady wins the race is terrible, terrible advice.”
“Do you think so? I always thought it sort of made sense to some extent.”
“No, see, it obviously doesn’t. When’s the last time you heard of someone winning a race because they were ‘slow and steady’? It’s ten pounds of bullshit. People win races because they’re fast and able to pace themselves. Slow and steady accomplishes nothing!”
“Yeah, that seems like something you’d say.”
It means that you don’t move for things that may seem scary. You don’t worry about blowing over because you know something or someone (including yourself) will hold you up, old you tight, and hold you there no matter what. It means you won’t break, even if you have to bend a bit. It means you are strong and true.
I held my sword aloft, my feet spread out beneath me to keep me steady. My master came towards me, his sword raised high over his head. He swung and I blocked, the metal ringing through out the arena. I gave a hard thrush and pushed him back, taking my own swing, but he blocked. I gritted my teeth and moved my weapon away, quickly, and tried to take another slash. I failed.
Her dream had come true, right in front of her eyes:
A man on his knee, a ring as bright as the skies.
But her stomach was calm, hands placid and steady
The butterflies she once had were extinct already.
Losing it, totally losing it.
Livid, flustered, taut as a coil and ready to launch.
He a put a hand on my shoulder, the smallest of gestures,
a quiet word.
That’s all it took.
he stands at the plate, bat in hand, steady in his stance. ninety feet away the pitcher rocks and throws. strike one. he steps out of the box, shakes his hands a little, and comes back to the plate. steady. the pitcher checks the runner at first, rocks back, and unloads.
steady heart, slow feet, turn in careful circles, don’t let the barbs of others’ words make their mark, don’t let them sing crimson against your skin. slow heart, steady beat, move through life and breathe deep.
I tried to steady my breath. I needed to calm down but I couldn’t; it felt as if I were drowning, suffocating, or maybe both. I don’t understand why I think these thoughts that do nothing but hurt me. Why couldn’t I stop? Why can’t I be happy?
I tried to steady my breath. I needed to calm down but I couldn’t; it felt as if I were drowning, suffocating, or maybe both. I don’t understand why I think these thoughts that do nothing but hurt me. Why couldn’t I stop? Why can’t I be happy?
Steady. Steady as she goes. Steady like a relationship between a guy and a girl for only a few odd weeks, thinking that hand holding and cutesy name calling has led up to this ‘commitment’. That they are old enough to hold strong the course of their lives like a boat tumbling in a storm
Easy, reliable. They considered her enough of that. She’s as steady as they come, but underneath the calm in the waters there is an urge waiting to get out. She wants to be rough, to tumble through life and the streets screaming and falling into waiting arms. She wants to be reckless, wants stories to tell, wants danger and feeling alive. She wants to be anything but predictable. Anything but a steady ship on peaceful seas.
she was a whirlwind
her laughs sang in the wind
and danced in chambers of
buried lies
she was a broken bird
buffeted by blue june winds
punctured by the
preemptory tide
she was a pilgrim gone wild
lost in a sea of smiles
searching for a place to
abide
she was jekyll and hyde
two sides
ready to collide
and in the final battle of mind
she cried
hold me steady
and stay by my side
She watched who she thought was the love of her life. He was laying on her lap, unaware of what was going on. He slept with four of her friends, and killed her best friend. Normally it would be immortal to murder, but she thought it was fit since justice wouldn’t be served. She held the knife steady to make a good, clean cut. Her breath caught as she slit his throat not once, but three times. “Goodbye, my love,” she whispered as the life drained from his body.
relationships have to be steady, it’s very crazy because most aren’t steady. people go all over the place. it’s insane and thats why relationships fail because one person thinks something else and one wants to be steady and then bye bye relationship!!!! it’s crazy!!!! going steady is important i believe. this shit is hard. fuck. STEADY WTF ARE U
stead…steady…steady
balancing everything on the balance beam of her mind
a word here, an action there, a smile, a quirk of the lips
a witty reply and a eyebrow raised
like an artist-she lifted her head, closed her eyes and laughed, like a circus act-she balanced it all.
like a veil, her composure and demure hid her, their curiosity-a protection.
red-painted lips and darkly decorated eyes hid the mind that was precariously steady
steadily drifting towards the edge.
there is steady form of life for everyone, but finding it does not make steady, keep trying to be steady f
like the flow of the river, like the beat of the drum. steady like a rock, like the dark of the night & the wind & the rain & the moon. Steady like my heartbeat & my love. Steady like trust. sometimes a caution, always a compliment. woah, steady now. steady.
easy come, easy go. Lifestyles change, people change, selves change but cetain things need to stay steady. Calm. Central. In a way, the person becomes what the person has always been, a being orbiting around a steady center .Keep an eye on it as the world twists and turns and evolves.
The people who are steady are usually mentally healthy. I am not steady. Tables are steady. The way I want a man. Someone I can depend on. Steady. People used to say “going steady” back then when that’s what da
Her little breaths and the sound of the heart monitor.
His grip on the rope holding Lilly suspended up the face of the rock.
The beat of wings from a tired, migrant goose.
Mother’s hand as she pulls the needle through completing the final seam on my new dress.
Rick’s voice singing the final note before the dramatic show lights and music flood the arena.
“Steady on!” the captain yelled. “Steady on – for be it by this storm or by me hand you’ll catch your death tonight.”
I lowered my head and said a prayer as he bellowed on.
“We are not a ship of cowards, but a convoy of conquerors set to do all we can. And if we can do no more than die, let it be a death faced squarely.”
Slow and steady wins the race – or so they say. But that’s easier said than done. How can I be steady when everything is so shambly? Aack. Steady, steady – don’t explode! Trying to keep my eye on the prize, but being careful what I wish for. Steady – I wish! Trying to imagine being steady from one day to the next.It’s so hard in this crazy life of mine.
My life is steady. Hardly any changes, Same school, Same friends, Same hair, Same house, Same clothes, Same family, and same me. So you could say I have a steady life:)
Steady go,my dear, steady go. No need to rush, no need to be quick. You need to be strong and steady, Steady your arrow. Steady your bow. Look up ahead. Don’t let yourself shake. Be a rock. A big,sturdy rock. Then realize your arrow. You’ve done it perfectly once. And that’s how we fell in love.
I want a steady relationship. Every time they fade or end with a bad tone.
There’s a reason why they don’t want you shining lasers at low flying aircraft, especially helicopters. The light diffuses from the glass and spreads to fill the cockpit, burning the pilot’s retina.
He watched his quarry move through the crowd, bobbing and jostling. The night scope followed along, waiting for the right moment. “Steady. Steady.” he thought to himself, then squeezed the trigger as the man stepped into the street.
Harriet placed her foot tentatively on the ground. Although she knew better, she was still surprised at how steady it was. It was hard to believe the shaking had finally stopped. Tom looked at her from across the road. She had to be brave. It was only a few short steps to him after all.
Steady friends. Steady lifestyle. Life is about balance, a steady balance of all the things you feel are important to you. Steadily moving to a ultimate goal.
I steady myself a\s i think these thoughts maybe im going insane it will go away maybe. Bt it wont and i know that. I wanted to kiss her that day.
Once she began to have doubts, it was easy for her to walk out, to try and find the truth. She had to be careful to keep herself emotionally stable, to learn about her past at a steady pace, as to much information too soon would overwhelm her.
Everyone around me seems so steady. They have balance, poise, stability. I’m shaky, tipping everwhere, about to collapse any time. They are always up and mighty, I’m about to fall down on my face.
I have always been a wanderer. I search for things like a warm bed, a free meal, a blanket of starlight and soft grass. Repetition is my vice but I have always needed you. I’m sorry if I hurt you and I’m sorry I left you I just can’t control my wanderlust. But I still want you. You are my rock to which I cling, even if only in times of greatest turbulence. You are there for me, but I am never there for you. You are steady. You are real. You are solid. You are my anchor. You deserve better. I left you, but I love you.
This time, he keeps his hand steady. It doesn’t shake, and for the first time in months he feels as though he has complete control over his actions and feelings. Everything he writes is premeditated and deliberate. He doesn’t hesitate or stumble, and when he finishes the letter, he doesn’t wonder for even a second if it’s incomplete. His confidence is as steady as his hand, not once faltering as he carefully folds the paper into thirds and tucks it into an envelope. He seals it, writing the address on the front that he used to visit after school every day growing up. He doesn’t miss it, and though the house number and street name glide onto the paper with a sense of familiarity, upon rereading the words on paper, they feel objectified and foreign. There’s nothing to miss besides old memories that once were pleasant but as of recently feel tainted by the present. He has one stamp left, and he places it in the corner. He knows better than to include a return address. Above the address he writes the recipient’s name, five letters drained of trust and devoid of friendship. ~~~~~ may never open the letter, but the sense of closure !!!!!! feels slipping the letter into the mailbox, watching it disappear, and turning around and walking away is satisfying enough. Turning to ….., watching the way the wind musses her hair, the way her makeup is beginning to smudge from the humidity, !!!!! says, “I think I’m going to catch the next bus headed north. Take some time to myself.” She frowns and asks, “Are you sure?” !!!!! nods. He needs space from all of this, a permanent break, which can only be for the better. Through the past ___ months, !!!!! has learned that to relent is not to give up; it’s to move on.
I dreamed of being a calm, collective person. Whenever I was stressed or angry, I would always whisper that word, steady. It relaxed me and helped me focus on that one task or that problem instead of being overwhelmed.
“Slow and steady wins the race is terrible, terrible advice.”
“Do you think so? I always thought it sort of made sense to some extent.”
“No, see, it obviously doesn’t. When’s the last time you heard of someone winning a race because they were ‘slow and steady’? It’s ten pounds of bullshit. People win races because they’re fast and able to pace themselves. Slow and steady accomplishes nothing!”
“Yeah, that seems like something you’d say.”
Brad didn’t know whether to cut the red wire or the green.
Steady as she goes,captain.
It means that you don’t move for things that may seem scary. You don’t worry about blowing over because you know something or someone (including yourself) will hold you up, old you tight, and hold you there no matter what. It means you won’t break, even if you have to bend a bit. It means you are strong and true.
Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top
When the wind blows…
Does only the cradle rock?
And when the bough breaks and the cradle falls and no one’s there to catch it,
The baby falls
and falls
Into dreams of loving arms and wafting warmth of a cozy home.
My breath in this moment; my heartbeat, always. And that is how I am reminded, that everything is okay… even if my footsteps are not.
I held my sword aloft, my feet spread out beneath me to keep me steady. My master came towards me, his sword raised high over his head. He swung and I blocked, the metal ringing through out the arena. I gave a hard thrush and pushed him back, taking my own swing, but he blocked. I gritted my teeth and moved my weapon away, quickly, and tried to take another slash. I failed.
“Steady, now.” said Margya, holding on to Jan’s elbow. “Don’t fall.”
“I’m not going to –hic– fall.” he said, stumbling over his own feet in the darkness.
“Of course not.” she said drily, holding onto his elbow with a death grip.
“My elbow feels funny. Can’t feel my arm.” Jan said, and hiccupped again.
“That would not surprise me.” she said, and hissed at Ana to leave the cat alone and to get out of the way.
“But why’s it feel so weird?”
Her dream had come true, right in front of her eyes:
A man on his knee, a ring as bright as the skies.
But her stomach was calm, hands placid and steady
The butterflies she once had were extinct already.
Losing it, totally losing it.
Livid, flustered, taut as a coil and ready to launch.
He a put a hand on my shoulder, the smallest of gestures,
a quiet word.
That’s all it took.
he stands at the plate, bat in hand, steady in his stance. ninety feet away the pitcher rocks and throws. strike one. he steps out of the box, shakes his hands a little, and comes back to the plate. steady. the pitcher checks the runner at first, rocks back, and unloads.
steady heart, slow feet, turn in careful circles, don’t let the barbs of others’ words make their mark, don’t let them sing crimson against your skin. slow heart, steady beat, move through life and breathe deep.