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Don’t frown the world is a beautiful place. Yes, i admit, it is not perfect and can be terrible. But that is not the natural state of the world. That pain is caused by human sin, by greed and lust for power. But there is hope, this pain is all artificial. Go to a place filled with nature, a park, camping ground, the mountains; what do you hear and observe? Is it the trash and toil of our material world? Is there ulterior motives, the cold rat race, or corporate ladders? Do you see the destruction of one for the sole purpose of the other’s entertainment or advancement? No, you do not perceive or feel any of this because it does not exist naturally. What you see is the true function and purpose of all forms of life on this planet. Whatever your opinion is of the afterlife you can come to a universal conclusion: That we are all here for each other, and the only thing that transcends time is not commodity, fad, or technology;the transcendental is our yearning to all be part of one whole, and, as one cog in a complex system, still be an essential and irreplaceable addition.
By Steven Ceja on 09.16.2014
Don’t frown the world is a beautiful place. Yes, i admit, it is not perfect and can be terrible. But that is not the natural state of the world. That pain is caused by human sin, by greed and lust for power. But there is hope, this pain is all artificial. Go to a place filled with nature, a park, camping ground, the mountains; what do you hear and observe? Is it the trash and toil of our material world? Is there ulterior motives, the cold rat race, or corporate ladders? Do you see the destruction of one for the sole purpose of the other’s entertainment or advancement? No, you do not perceive or feel any of this because it does not exist naturally. What you see is the true function and purpose of all forms of life on this planet. Whatever your opinion is of the afterlife you can come to a universal conclusion: That we are all here for each other, and the only thing that transcends time is not commodity, fad, or technology;the transcendental is our yearning to all be part of one whole, and, as one cog in a complex system, still be an essential and irreplaceable addition. The first step to this connection is a smile…
By Steven Ceja URL on 09.16.2014
not a smile. unhappy. turn it upside one comes up with a smile. furrowed brow comes to mind. a trumpet tune too. an unhappy clown. rhyming.
By Jack on 09.16.2014
So I complimented her– something I never do to anyone, since it makes me so uncomfortable– and she frowned. So my mouth froze open a little, and I felt my veins stiffen while my nerves buzzed simultaneously. I didn’t know what to say to fix it; hell, I didn’t even know what I did wrong.
Then she said, “Are you alright?” I was taken aback, so my eyebrows did that thing, and my neck craned back a bit, and all I could utter was, “What?”
By Tone Deaf The Bard URL on 09.16.2014
She frowned in my direction. I wasn’t sure what I’d done to displease her, but I knew I would be in trouble for it later. She leaned back in her chair. Here it comes, I thought. “Matthew,” she said to me, “I think we’re having a communication issue.” Her frown deepened. I cringed inwardly. Communication? Big word for the little conversation we ever managed to have between us. “Oh?” I asked. “Yes,” she continued.
By Elle on 09.16.2014
By Intuition URL on 09.16.2014
i don’t want to write about a frown. I don’t. I’m stuck on writing. It doesn’t seem to flow as naturally anymore. I have a character who frowns a lot- Tyler. He’s about as disjointed and stuck on life as I am on writing, and he scowls all the time. It’s because his sister is dead and he watched her die and he could have saved her. Poor kid, but hey, what can you do.
By rina fowle on 09.16.2014
Frown is a smile upside down.
By Louisa on 09.16.2014
chewing canyons for you, but you
never realize that erosion withers
and you’re never there
when the sun goes down
or when the sails blow out
because if you were you’d see
that I’m only half of what I pretend to be.
By Pandatry URL on 09.16.2014
What’s up with Henry? I walked into his room alongside Mr. Givens the house representative and found a forlorn little man sitting in front of his window scowling at the birds! He was normally a cheerful guy, so this threw us both. We could only wonder what it was that turned that upwards smile upside down and contrary to this infectiously happy fella’s countenance!
By linda carlson URL on 09.16.2014
That child was too young to do that face so well. He wore a frown whenever they left, and this they did often. The hardest part of looking back is knowing the child knew exactly what was going on.
By austin URL on 09.16.2014
it doesn’t go unnoticed, however much she thinks it might – he sees, his fingers curl; he’s said something wrong only he doesn’t know what and if he did he wouldn’t care.
By ari URL on 09.16.2014
I don’t know where she came from. She was the epitome of my regrets. And when she reacted with a downturned smile, my stomach fell and my heart broke.
By McKynzie URL on 09.16.2014
She sat there in her rocking chair. Her boy had just been in that garden outside her window, shrieking at the dangers of the butterfly. Now her was gone and she couldn’t stop her tears from falling.
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He frowned at the other boy. “What is it?” The other boy seemed concerned. He looked away. “It’s nothing.” He replied dismissively, waving a hand at him.
By Finnickles URL on 09.16.2014
The excitement of the moment drained away as I watched his brow furrow in a frown, pick up his phone and began thumbing through his email. He nodded at what he thought appropriate times, never noticing I stopped talking. It was the woman the booth next to us.
By Sheila URL on 09.16.2014
Turn it upside down
make this place a better space
vicious turns around the crowd
going always to the nearest clown
taken as faith it’s little black paste
used to decide this bitter, crooked maze
By Protean URL on 09.16.2014
I can’t help but be sad. It take s more effort ubt stoping dones’t seem like an option it hate it sometimes. But at the same time I crave it. I wear a frown with pride. Call me crazy, I don’t mind at all. I can’t relax. It is easier said than done.
By Kendra URL on 09.16.2014
the frown on your face gave you away
you were sad
and so was i
impossible is shit, right?
not to be able to love
because of a stigma
By na URL on 09.16.2014
i frown in disgust. i frown at myself. i frown and dont think about the wrinkles growing on my forehead. I frown and frown and don’t think the bad that comes from bad. I frown and keep myself from smiling at the good.
By Federica URL on 09.16.2014
this is really bad but ok
is the term for when someone is feeling sad or emotional or depressed and not feeling well. if someone is down it could also mean that someone has fallen. it could also have the term for just feeling sick and dose not want to do anything. may be caused by a death in the family or a friend stays a night and passes on his virus.
By Andrew Adams URL on 09.16.2014
I didn’t see your gaze on me.
I surely don’t temper your crown.
What would it take for you to see me
only without my frown?
By Marissa URL on 09.16.2014
When my pap died I felt down I thought no one else in the world could feel so down. But then I look back and realize some people have to be raised by foster parents because there parents, don’t want them, where killed/ injured, or some just run away! And I think that must be way more depressing and down than loosing a grandfather and people die everyday so there are millions that feel the same way. So I know that I’m not going to get over it I will stay down for a really long time but there are others to cheer up out there.
He frowned, brows knitting together in time with his mounting confusion, and I could not help but think his face far too familiar with the expression. “I’m afraid I don’t understand, your highness,” he finally said and I barely resisted the urge to sigh.
By S.C. Lovelace URL on 09.16.2014
As a parent, she had a responsibility to scold the child for carrying the milk carton over her head like that, and the mess she now surveyed would take an hour to clean up, assuming they could salvage the pile rug. She took a deep breath, gathered her thoughts and tried desperately not to laugh at the sad, cute frown her daughter now displayed, milk dripping from her hair, nose and chin.
By tonykeyesjapan URL on 09.16.2014
the corners of your mouth say so much about the state of your mind at any given moment, whether automatic or deliberate. just a little bit of weight to them and everyone knows that something’s wrong,
By manda on 09.17.2014
the corners of your mouth betray your mind, the downward weight showing the worry that’s behind your otherwise stoic gaze. maybe you can fool everyone else, but you can’t fool me.
By manda URL on 09.17.2014
Or anger at an event;
Sadness makes its appearance another way,
Biting the lip, tracing
A line from one end of the cheek to the other,
Extending the blinds to allow the rain in,
In hopes to wash away itself,
Leaving only the bitter sting of memory
Branded by loss,
An sharp yet subtle, icy throb
Against the presently revised
Moments of living history,
Shivering faintly on the surface of the grey
Matter of the brain.
By Julian Christopher Geritz URL on 09.17.2014
sad. babes look funny when they frown. i look ugly when i frown. why do people frown? doesn’t it take up more muscles than smiling? Old people look like they’re frowning all the time. Thats sad, were all just gonna end up frowning in life. wrinkles, frown, death…shitttt
By victoria abad URL on 09.17.2014
The frown on his face deepened as the sun dug into his face, full force, as if to try and to do anything in its power to discredit him. He completely ignored it. He really had no time for it. The sun was indeed not going anywhere but at the very least these people believed that and it was good enough.
The con man had now realized that the best way to fool these people was to demonstrate the destruction of the sun. But obviously, that was quite impossible with the technology he had to spare. But he could just as easily steal some better equipment.
The cheering people in the room were one problem, but convincing the captain was a completely different deal.
By Assassin URL on 09.17.2014
There’s a thin line between the hair
and the neck
I frown at the crack and a crease
and the cobbles it’s falling I guess what is this
tiredness or something maybe
hats or a small child’s small tan foot a dog’s paw in ququick succession a gong
By me on 09.17.2014
The boy frowned as he looked down and the muddy shoe oozing like a brown cow. Mamma won’t be happy.
By Melissa on 09.17.2014
Within her eyebrows, those rusty caterpillars, dwelt this deep trench, an abyss that never disappeared save for the moments when she stopped tinkering, stopped thinking, stopped tossing around the ideas in her head, and the tools underneath her hands. it was a marvelous sight, her face a range of mountains, shrouded in the mists of conception, a technician at work while the creator meditates on the peak.
By berenique URL on 09.17.2014
bad mood , bad behaviour, not a nice situation bad thinking , worried
By Nikola Pradzinska on 09.17.2014
I wonder if frowning really gives you wrinkles. They say it does, because you basically pull your eyebrows together and try to make them touch (unless you have a monobrow like my friend Alex). But does that mean that angry people get wrinklier skin later? That can’t be true. I think anger keeps you young. You’re not keeping anything inside. :)
By Jwl on 09.17.2014
It begins like this.
A memory a silence, a frown and a disappointing downcast look which wraps me around in a blanket glistened with shame and caution.
Recent-not really- a life time taken away-with that frown. That awful frown. And I don’t love it, nor hate it as it tears me down and builds me up.
By Rachel URL on 09.17.2014
don’t stretch your face
in that way that shows your wrinkles
like a road map
shoved in the glove box
one too many times
don’t frown or you will show
the time, passing
furrow by furrow
By Luke Usry URL on 09.17.2014
you smile as the blade plunges into your back. you feel it scrape your ribs as it slides past them, piercing your lung to protrude from your chest.
you’ve been waiting for this moment for a while now.
there’s a moment of silence, and your assailant is stock still as you-
that’s a lot of blood, you think disconcertedly, as you bring a hand to the wound. the liquid drips through your fingers. you should probably be in a lot of pain right now, but you feel oddly detached from the whole situation.
the blood pouring from your chest catches your attention; there’s a lot more of it than you’d expected. frowning, you wonder why it’s taking so long for you to die.
an hour later, you’re still there, still wondering. still frowning.
By laze URL on 09.17.2014
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