“Go! Go on!” He screamed. He had never seemed so panicked in all of our years together. It was my last chance. Our last chance.. And I couldn’t save him. It’s been a few years now, and all I can think is how it’s my fault. It was always my fault. I should have stayed. I should have saved him. Even if I couldn’t have saved him, I could’ve died with him.. and not been subject to the hell that is living without him. I love him. I always will. I’m sorry babe, I miss you every day.
“Go straight ahead the street. Just don’t look back and keep going,” he stated as he put his hand on my shoulder. “Remember, there’s nothing left here. Just go away. Find freedom and be happy. And if you ever come back, don’t expect anything good.”
In the months ahead I found a lot of crazy things to do, it was a dream of mine to get this list done … I had since a very little girl saw that getting ahead will do me a world of good, and therefore make a successful life for me.
Just up ahead was a sign. “No outlet”. “Well, that’s just great,” said Tony.
“Story of my friggin’ life.” He turned to look where he had come. He had a decision to make.
Sometimes it’s better to look ahead than behind. I have plenty of terrible memories. They piss me off so much. I try to ignore them as best as I can, and plan on making new, good memories. But then there are those good memories that make me think that looking back could be better than ahead.
Go ahead of me, she said. Never again would he believe her when he was asked to go ahead of her. There was nothing up ahead, nothing worth sacrificing everything for. And that was what he would be forced to do, what he’d always been unable to resist with her – sacrificing everything. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he was in love with her.
There was once in my childhood when my mother completely forgot to feed me until I spent probably half an hour in the hallway crying and screaming. I hate thinking about those times. It pisses me off. So, I just try and look ahead at the things she will do in the future.
so much is ahead. it’s entirely the future. Love. Faith. Knowledge. It’s all ahead. Happiness is ahead. The past is behind us and it has shaped us. It’s important. But what’s inspiring is what’s ahead.
I look forward to the future. To the uncertainty.
I want to be ahead of my schedule. I carefully plan the events of the day. then I like to do the most important events first. Then I go ahead and finis the less important events last.
looking ahead, forging through, pressing on, wondering what’s around the corner, around the bend, on the trail ahead, the things that pique your curiosity and drive you forward, keep you motivated and interested, what lies ahead
There was a light up the road a ways. A lantern. No that can’t be right. It was 1990. No one has lanterns anymore. But I could have sworn it was. And it stayed ahead of me. Always about three blocks. I couldn’t have told you why, but I know it’s still there, and I just need to catch up one day.
of all those things that once crippled and smothered me–us. of those shackles. those have-nots. those doubts—fears—-things that lead us/me to believe that there is a lacking. i/we are/am ahead of it all –for now.
go ahead and put the books down on the table
It’s not that far, Please hang your coat up too. The book seems heavy ao go ahead and put it down. I have to go.
i always try to look up at the road ahead. but, like most things, it isn’t easy. many people tell me i am a positive person, always smiling. but do they know what is underneath. no, however, they could never have told anyways. i battled with this depression for awhile. it was after, my close grandmother died. she gave me a set of pearls to always remember her. i wear them everyday to work. then, next, my boyfriend dumbed me. we had been fighting a lot back then, and he decided to call it quits. and, finally the last string was when i lost my job and later my home. off on the streets. but, as positive as i could’ve been at that time, i pushed on. landed in another state, and got a job and an apartment. met a man, had kids. and then the economy when bad, my husband lost his job, and someone set fire to our house while everyone was sleeping, all were killed. well, except me. i’ve lost everything that was important to me, even my positivety. so, here i stay, straggling, hoping for something that will never come. i sure know my charming husband and adorable children aren’t coming back. and, once again, i pick myself up. i live in a cottage, with a dog. and i smile at my good memories. at how positive and happy i was back when. i try to forget the horrible past that haunts me in my dreams. my dreams. they show me my grandmother’s casket. my boyfriend screaming at me, me walking out of businesses i used to work for, and beautiful family burning in wild flames. every night they get worse and more gruesome. and one night i decide i can’t take it anymore. screw my so called “positivety”, i lost that years ago. i take my depression pills and pour them down my throat. count to ten, let them seep into me and take me away. last breath. and i go, go on ahead of the road, the road to heaven.
i went ahead in my plan, and i completely messed up. finally there were many more people ahead of me. i realized that before going ahead with a plan i need to think.what use is it to do something and finally get it wrong.
I couldn’t see very far in the mist, but I could tell one thing: There was no going forward. Something solid rose out of the darkness with each step I took. There was nothing for it. I would have to turn back, and then who knew what would confront me.
on the road ahead no one knows to which it leads: happyness or sadness. but it’s the journey that makes the adventure and neither happyness or sadness becomes an issue.
The first was formal, we both did our elaborate courtship dances. You were endless. Tall, with softer skin and hair than I expected—especially for a man—and sweet toothed. You moved, I moved. You spoke and I spoke. You insisted on picking me up old-fashionedly from work and driving the both of us to a maroon-bricked cafe that you refused to reveal beforehand. But you gave in. It turned out to be my own favorite one all along.
Which you didn’t know until I told you over our table.
You got chai. You insisted on the perfect ratio of sugar and milk and warmth for each lush spoonful that you mixed for my tongue. That I have the first triangular swallows of our velvety cake slices. And the last.
I found that endearing. You insisted on paying too. I let you because I caught the softness in your voice.
We returned to my car. I tipped you two kisses—more pecks than petals opening.
On the second date, you insisted that I follow you home in our separate cars. Because you had to change from the stark greys of work to the well-washed greys of leisure. So I followed you, feeling the tenderness of your movements ahead of me. Your arms and feet moved slowly and only for me.
I know you felt me like a phantom limb—only a complete body behind yours. Until we arrived to your home.
We climbed the stairs side by side and then you led me by the hand again through your door to a place that was filled with the smell of you and only you.
a head is something that should always be fixed in place. ahead is something that you should strive for but we are always trying to catch up to. Being ahead is strange because it is not like this is a race, but it feels good to have that sensation of security. But bening ahead and prepared i think can deaden life, and maybe flying by the seat of your pants would be slightly better.
to go forward and beyond it’s own abilities. this word means, in my opinion, a surpassement of oneself. Ahead is also synonym of the future and the unprobable.
As i charge on ahead with nothing but determination in my heart, i cant seem to escape the instense feeling of regret, as if all that has been leading me up to this point has been more to look forward to than the event itself. But i cant turn back now, i m
As i charge on ahead with nothing but determination in my heart, i cant seem to escape the instense feeling of regret, as if all that has been leading me up to this point has been more to look forward to than the event itself. But i cant turn back now, i m
ahead of me was a blonde haired girl with bright blue eyes. she was around the age of 17 and you could just tell that she was one of those girls who got all of the guys. the kind of girl who made everyone else jealous. the kind of girl who had all of the friends in the world, but still wasn’t happy.
i looked ahead at the dog that was standing in my path. it was a greyhound and didn’t look much bigger than my foot. i went a picked her up and brought her over to the barn where the rest of the puppies were. i don’t know how she wandered off, but i could tell that she was going to be the one who was hard to handle.
The road is treacherous. It snakes and winds and bucks. There’s a cliff face to my left, and a seven hundred foot drop to my right. It’s a treacherous road, but it’s the road that I’m on.
Progress. To continue to move forward. to get ahead of the curve or to get ahead of the competition, it is what drives us. It will be what destroys us in the end. The need to be ahead.
“Go! Go on!” He screamed. He had never seemed so panicked in all of our years together. It was my last chance. Our last chance.. And I couldn’t save him. It’s been a few years now, and all I can think is how it’s my fault. It was always my fault. I should have stayed. I should have saved him. Even if I couldn’t have saved him, I could’ve died with him.. and not been subject to the hell that is living without him. I love him. I always will. I’m sorry babe, I miss you every day.
“Go straight ahead the street. Just don’t look back and keep going,” he stated as he put his hand on my shoulder. “Remember, there’s nothing left here. Just go away. Find freedom and be happy. And if you ever come back, don’t expect anything good.”
Ahead is the unknown, the possible, or the possibly impossible.
It’s where your dreams may be striked, or fulfilled
In the months ahead I found a lot of crazy things to do, it was a dream of mine to get this list done … I had since a very little girl saw that getting ahead will do me a world of good, and therefore make a successful life for me.
I always have to look ahead.
Planning ahead is always hard for the short-term.
It’s usually making sacrifices, so you can be happy later.
Ahead is where I go–my destiny and my goal.
If I look ahead, I may see trouble or victories.
Or, nothing.
Just up ahead was a sign. “No outlet”. “Well, that’s just great,” said Tony.
“Story of my friggin’ life.” He turned to look where he had come. He had a decision to make.
Sometimes it’s better to look ahead than behind. I have plenty of terrible memories. They piss me off so much. I try to ignore them as best as I can, and plan on making new, good memories. But then there are those good memories that make me think that looking back could be better than ahead.
One jump ahead- Aladdin
As we look ahead
A head :)
wow, 60 seconds is a long time…
The humanity walks to the future without know what’s ahead. We only can go ahead on the street of our own history.
Go ahead of me, she said. Never again would he believe her when he was asked to go ahead of her. There was nothing up ahead, nothing worth sacrificing everything for. And that was what he would be forced to do, what he’d always been unable to resist with her – sacrificing everything. She was a force to be reckoned with, and he was in love with her.
Ahead is where I run to–my goal.
It is the future.
Ahead I may see trouble or victories.
I may not see anything.
There was once in my childhood when my mother completely forgot to feed me until I spent probably half an hour in the hallway crying and screaming. I hate thinking about those times. It pisses me off. So, I just try and look ahead at the things she will do in the future.
I thought I was ahead of the game
I came
I saw
I went
Then I realized there was no game
I stayed
I appreciated
I communed
Ahhhh, that’s better
so much is ahead. it’s entirely the future. Love. Faith. Knowledge. It’s all ahead. Happiness is ahead. The past is behind us and it has shaped us. It’s important. But what’s inspiring is what’s ahead.
I look forward to the future. To the uncertainty.
Go ahead and love yourself. Its the greatest feeling in the world. No one can change your perception of yourself, but you.
I want to be ahead of my schedule. I carefully plan the events of the day. then I like to do the most important events first. Then I go ahead and finis the less important events last.
looking ahead, forging through, pressing on, wondering what’s around the corner, around the bend, on the trail ahead, the things that pique your curiosity and drive you forward, keep you motivated and interested, what lies ahead
There was a light up the road a ways. A lantern. No that can’t be right. It was 1990. No one has lanterns anymore. But I could have sworn it was. And it stayed ahead of me. Always about three blocks. I couldn’t have told you why, but I know it’s still there, and I just need to catch up one day.
of all those things that once crippled and smothered me–us. of those shackles. those have-nots. those doubts—fears—-things that lead us/me to believe that there is a lacking. i/we are/am ahead of it all –for now.
go ahead and put the books down on the table
It’s not that far, Please hang your coat up too. The book seems heavy ao go ahead and put it down. I have to go.
i always try to look up at the road ahead. but, like most things, it isn’t easy. many people tell me i am a positive person, always smiling. but do they know what is underneath. no, however, they could never have told anyways. i battled with this depression for awhile. it was after, my close grandmother died. she gave me a set of pearls to always remember her. i wear them everyday to work. then, next, my boyfriend dumbed me. we had been fighting a lot back then, and he decided to call it quits. and, finally the last string was when i lost my job and later my home. off on the streets. but, as positive as i could’ve been at that time, i pushed on. landed in another state, and got a job and an apartment. met a man, had kids. and then the economy when bad, my husband lost his job, and someone set fire to our house while everyone was sleeping, all were killed. well, except me. i’ve lost everything that was important to me, even my positivety. so, here i stay, straggling, hoping for something that will never come. i sure know my charming husband and adorable children aren’t coming back. and, once again, i pick myself up. i live in a cottage, with a dog. and i smile at my good memories. at how positive and happy i was back when. i try to forget the horrible past that haunts me in my dreams. my dreams. they show me my grandmother’s casket. my boyfriend screaming at me, me walking out of businesses i used to work for, and beautiful family burning in wild flames. every night they get worse and more gruesome. and one night i decide i can’t take it anymore. screw my so called “positivety”, i lost that years ago. i take my depression pills and pour them down my throat. count to ten, let them seep into me and take me away. last breath. and i go, go on ahead of the road, the road to heaven.
i went ahead in my plan, and i completely messed up. finally there were many more people ahead of me. i realized that before going ahead with a plan i need to think.what use is it to do something and finally get it wrong.
Straight ahead I could see the bright light of the sun, it’s warm fingers touching all that it could.
I couldn’t see very far in the mist, but I could tell one thing: There was no going forward. Something solid rose out of the darkness with each step I took. There was nothing for it. I would have to turn back, and then who knew what would confront me.
Ahead of me is a pebble on the sidewalk. A simple, single pebble. Grey. I approach it with even steps in my ragged Converse, and I kick.
on the road ahead no one knows to which it leads: happyness or sadness. but it’s the journey that makes the adventure and neither happyness or sadness becomes an issue.
Ahead is the future
Behind, the past
Even while moving ahead
Your history lasts
ahead is better than behind..cuz if you’re talking about me behind me back, that’s the perfect place to kiss my A##
On our second date.
The first was formal, we both did our elaborate courtship dances. You were endless. Tall, with softer skin and hair than I expected—especially for a man—and sweet toothed. You moved, I moved. You spoke and I spoke. You insisted on picking me up old-fashionedly from work and driving the both of us to a maroon-bricked cafe that you refused to reveal beforehand. But you gave in. It turned out to be my own favorite one all along.
Which you didn’t know until I told you over our table.
You got chai. You insisted on the perfect ratio of sugar and milk and warmth for each lush spoonful that you mixed for my tongue. That I have the first triangular swallows of our velvety cake slices. And the last.
I found that endearing. You insisted on paying too. I let you because I caught the softness in your voice.
We returned to my car. I tipped you two kisses—more pecks than petals opening.
On the second date, you insisted that I follow you home in our separate cars. Because you had to change from the stark greys of work to the well-washed greys of leisure. So I followed you, feeling the tenderness of your movements ahead of me. Your arms and feet moved slowly and only for me.
I know you felt me like a phantom limb—only a complete body behind yours. Until we arrived to your home.
We climbed the stairs side by side and then you led me by the hand again through your door to a place that was filled with the smell of you and only you.
a head is something that should always be fixed in place. ahead is something that you should strive for but we are always trying to catch up to. Being ahead is strange because it is not like this is a race, but it feels good to have that sensation of security. But bening ahead and prepared i think can deaden life, and maybe flying by the seat of your pants would be slightly better.
to go forward and beyond it’s own abilities. this word means, in my opinion, a surpassement of oneself. Ahead is also synonym of the future and the unprobable.
As i charge on ahead with nothing but determination in my heart, i cant seem to escape the instense feeling of regret, as if all that has been leading me up to this point has been more to look forward to than the event itself. But i cant turn back now, i m
As i charge on ahead with nothing but determination in my heart, i cant seem to escape the instense feeling of regret, as if all that has been leading me up to this point has been more to look forward to than the event itself. But i cant turn back now, i m
ahead of me was a blonde haired girl with bright blue eyes. she was around the age of 17 and you could just tell that she was one of those girls who got all of the guys. the kind of girl who made everyone else jealous. the kind of girl who had all of the friends in the world, but still wasn’t happy.
i looked ahead at the dog that was standing in my path. it was a greyhound and didn’t look much bigger than my foot. i went a picked her up and brought her over to the barn where the rest of the puppies were. i don’t know how she wandered off, but i could tell that she was going to be the one who was hard to handle.
what’s up ahead.
How far can you see?
How far would You like to see?
Your future awaits up ahead.
“Go ahead,” Caius nodded toward the door.
“Caius…” Tobias took a deep breath and released it in a sigh. “Caius, I – ”
“Please just go.”
Tobias flinched. Not because Caius’s voice was sharp, but because it was so /soft./
The road is treacherous. It snakes and winds and bucks. There’s a cliff face to my left, and a seven hundred foot drop to my right. It’s a treacherous road, but it’s the road that I’m on.
Progress. To continue to move forward. to get ahead of the curve or to get ahead of the competition, it is what drives us. It will be what destroys us in the end. The need to be ahead.