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October 24th, 2011 | 440 Entries

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440 Entries for “automatic”

  1. the most automatic thing on this planet is love. Love is automatic for many reasons but one main one is everyone needs it. everyone else needs water and food and thats why life is life. life is made up of stages and the one im in right now is high school.

    by Michael Schumacher on 10.24.2011
  2. Their love was automatic. He was drawn to her the moment he saw her, and when he asked her on a date, her heart just couldn’t refuse. Within days they were inseparable, and within weeks they were madly in love.

    by Kaylyn on 10.24.2011
  3. There was no effort. I didn’t even have to try. It was automatic. The moment I looked into his big brown puppy eyes, I was in love. I instantly knew he was mine.

  4. “you can drive my car”
    “no i can’t”
    “why the hell not?”
    “i can’t drive a fucking stick. you know that.”

  5. Automatic, schizo…natic. That doesn’t rhyme. My car is automatic. I wish my girlfriend was automatic. I wish I had a girlfriend. Why am I writing about this? Oh, well, time to go back to some school work.

    by Phil on 10.24.2011
  6. It is automatic, to make martinis. I feel like I do not need eyes or hands to do it. The beauty lies in the shakin, a sort of sexual magic that is transferred, and lingering for those who choose Tanqueray.

  7. my brain has been running on automatic lately.

    my hands fly over the keys.
    my feet walk the same steps.
    my eyes take in the flow of words.

    it’s all a repetition.
    it’s simple.
    but i feel like i’m missing something.

  8. It’s for zombies, for drones, for people with no feelings. Worker ants who have no idea what to do, except follow the person ahead of them. Automatic for the People, REM Album. Yeah, that’s basically it.

    by Liz on 10.24.2011
  9. I’ve become automatic. Just walking through the day, going through the daily motions. I don’t feel anything, I don’t think anything, I just stand there and drone. Drone on and on and on. Things that happen around me don’t affect me. They’re like tiny pebbles knocking against my hard metal armor. I laugh at jokes, I smile at people, but that’s all. I’ve lost the will to be, to be myself. I lack the independence or free mindedness to think, to dream, to conquer. I’ve lost myself; or as someone almost as mad as me would say, I’ve lost my muchness.

  10. It was automatic auto pilot
    My strongest defense
    My hurt was trapped inside
    For once I wasn’t hurting other people
    Only me
    It’s safe that way
    No one resents me
    I do it for them

    But how sad that song went through my life
    It stuck like gum on the bottom of your shoe
    Along with hatred for the world

    This is my battle, getting over the hatred I feel for myself
    So it doesn’t ricochet any more
    I don’t want to hurt those I love
    Or could have loved
    I sold myself for nothing
    Now to repair
    My heart hurts as I write
    They all have part of it
    With every right to burn it into ash

    by Lauren on 10.24.2011
  11. Baises, Prejudice, Fear, Joy – are all automatic. You just can’t fake it and reveals the true you. The trick is controlling yourself enough – this is called being Civilised.

    by R on 10.24.2011
  12. It’s without even trying that it happens, that the words spill onto the page, like blood from my very veins. Without thought, without pause, without effort.

  13. IT was automatic
    I was a million could have been memories in your eyes
    But I threw it away
    We could have been happy
    But I threw it away for another
    Words will not fix this
    Only time
    I will allow it to
    I hope you can too
    I told you I’m changing every second
    And I’m so sorryfor the things I’ve done
    But I learn from my past
    So I sit in the middle of my life
    It only goes up from here

    by Lauren on 10.24.2011
  14. Automatic. Automatically thinking, feeling, instantly deciding that life is what I’ve chosen, instantly and automatically deciding that everything is predetermined, and losing all hope. How do I pull out of this mess, and follow my dreams, far-fetched as they seem?

  15. The way you brushed my hair so gently when I cried is something I don’t understand. How can anyone feel so much love and compassion for another human that showing those feelings is completely automatic, when for me it’s all so contrived?

    by Pru on 10.24.2011
  16. Her response was automatic shock. Her best friend with him? This couldn’t be. She sat down. She had to. Everything around her was spinning. Who could she trust now? No one.

  17. He stared at her, hesitating. Every part of him wanted to say no. He wouldn’t do it, wouldn’t continue to do her bidding. How many people had died because he always agreed?

    But he ignored these thoughts in favor of looking into her blue eyes, and he bowed his head, and said the words she wanted to hear. “Yes, m’lady.”

  18. it comes automatically. writing, i mean. well, as long as i ignore the proper grammar rules of writing, that is. for example, i tend to take on what i would imagine would be the persona of a young e.e. cummings in his rush to write a 60 second blurb about the word “automatic”. though i believe he would have a far greater eloquence in his writing than i.

    by Fox Lewis on 10.24.2011
  19. So many of the things we do everyday have become automatic. Locking the door, how you greet others, what you expect for yourself. So much should be manual instead.

    by Jacob on 10.24.2011
  20. I like my automatic car. I like cruising down the road, spacing out, with nothing to occupy my mind except staying in between the lines. Driving is relaxing to me. A time when I can’t possibly be required to think about anything else.

  21. automatic doors, automatic lights, automatic accusations, automatic people.

    by tt on 10.24.2011
  22. sometimes
    saying the wrong thing
    is just

    automatic

    even when
    my brain is telling me
    “zip it up, keep it shut, dont say it”
    what do I do?
    I just blurt it out – all of it.
    it’s

    automatic!

    by Diana on 10.24.2011
  23. she sat on a park bench trying to remember if she lived in a city where the sun broke through the dreary day. the sky was overcast and gray. bored watching busses and cars hobble by here she pulled out her lighter. she slid her thumb over the thumbwheel, coaxing it to revolve for her and ignite the flint waiting for its chance to give off a spark. the lighter agreed to her cold hands and let itself burn up its store of lighter fluid. how automatic this simple, yet ordinary, tool was. she thought to herself just as the chilly wind blew the flame out.

  24. The moves are automatic. Fluid, like there is nothing but the beating thump, thump of his heart, in pace with the time of the music. The way it slides down his spine, the way it breathes in his ear, a faint lover’s touch twisting and tearing his insides. He cannot stop, he cannot stay still. He is alive.

  25. automatic means without you. like, you’re not needed. automatic must be a lonely word. it must be hard not needing anyone else, or anything.

  26. They were all like a mindless herd of sheep. Automatic in their approach at life. As long as there was someone with the cane, someone to lead them through the pastures. they were safe.
    But they never smiled.
    Day after day, sunrise after sunset, it was all the same monotonous days.
    Yet they still followed and didn’t protest. Even when the shepherd led them off the cliff.

    by Mary on 10.24.2011
  27. “stop it, stooooopppp!” his hands fall away from my sides, left tingling from incecsent tickling. “Do you want me to be able to finish the song or not?” i demand, trying to feign anger while laughing at the same time; i can feel my hair falling into my face and he brushes it back with a quick hand.
    “now, find me something that rhymes with automatic.”
    “uhhh…enigmatic… charismatic…..” he stops, at a loss.
    “anything else?”
    “Pancreatic!” He says triumphantly. i burst into giggles.
    “that makes me think of pancreatic cancer.” i grimace.
    “not the best song topic, though it could spark some conflict, therfore gaining immence popularity!” His imagination always runs away.

  28. The automatic gun was pointed at my head and I began to tremble knowing death was coming soon, while I was stuck wishing that I never wished for it in the first place.

  29. the response was automatic
    anger can burst out of your heart faster than any human emotion
    because when betrayal and deceit touches you and your not strong enough to merely fall , you instinctively burst with anger.
    my reaction was not exaggerated, you merely crossed the line of being a decent human.

  30. robot is a automatic machine the do work by own only by giving instruction at once.

    by anil on 10.24.2011
  31. I automatically thought that I’d see him after dance that day. But to my surprise he didn’t show up. Even after he’d told me he would. Even after he said he’d make everything better. But he didn’t and I’m still alone.

    by Erin on 10.24.2011
  32. It wasn’t natural. It was automatic. Her hands played across the piano, and her heart fluttered because she knew she couldn’t remember the notes. She just knew them. It was a part of this… all of this. There was no need for a manual overdrive. The keys in front of her started it all.

    by Spaz on 10.24.2011
  33. The automatic lightbulb lights up your brain to produce new ideas. It needs no replacement and is solar powered. Going outside recharges it. Sitting inside, drains its power. The automatic lightbulb was invented by Edison’s great great great great second cousin, Madison. She was born on the Madison avenue, right on the street.

    by Rachel on 10.24.2011
  34. Falling out of bed is often the most efficient way of rising in the morning. The alarm chimes, man flexes, time flies and, as the man and timepiece simultaneously hit the floor, the automatic teasmaid begins to pour it contents all over his scrotum. Works like a dream.

  35. i am not really sure what I am supposed to do here, but I guess my typing is just automatic. The teacher said type so I am just automatically typing, trying to figure out this website. I m curious how long I will need to type automatically, or how many times I am supposed to use this word. I guess I messed up the submission button because I was automatically taken back to this screen and given more time. OK, I’ll just wait now – it’s automatic.

    by Kate Leo on 10.24.2011
  36. Automatic. Things happen as they come. No time to think, react, respond. Just act upon impulse and take the consequences as the come. Good or bad? You don’t know unless you act upon the stimulus and let things happen.

  37. We’d been on the brink of splitting away, lingering at the stage where we both knew things were over, and yet, like a car we weren’t quite ready yet o sell, we kept patching and paying for small repairs, waiting for something huge, like the transmission to blow.

    by on 10.24.2011
  38. I’m almost running on automatic. I walk around everyday, a legitimate smile on my face, but it’s almost hard to feel real. I have amazing people around me, but my responses feel automatic, my smile feels automatic, my reactions and actions feel automatic. I don’t know why.

  39. Nature’s accomplishments succeed!
    I will be strong, sensible and stubborn but still bleed.
    Wind will blow,
    Heat will dry,
    Cold will freeze me.
    I alone choose thievery and steal my chances.

    To slant with wind, burn as heat and frost like cold, these
    Assets I must trust currently.
    I alone, instinctively, will prevent altruism.

    My own elementary deference reoccurs
    Until I’ve dug like an automatic burrowing animal.
    I bury myself.

  40. independence
    automatic independence
    do it by yourself
    by myself
    all alone
    instinctively

    by FeiFei on 10.24.2011