both toxic and radioactive you are
cleansing in your destruction
break me down
at the molecular level, rebuild
me into something chrome
solid and white hot
something cruel
and beautiful
There are only two of us, but both of us are not the other. Neither of us is nothing, both of us are something. But somehow, both of us agree that neither of us are worth being both, so we are still separate. And there will always be two of us. Both.
Should they both seek the same thing, a deal should be struck.
Contact contracts at their meeting after a night’s charade of hoofs,
And on the next morn’ town criers should shout of some compromise,
parents sighing upon the release of their children and opportunists thrashing against fate.
Both of us sitting in a room; Both of us glancing around.
Neither of us want to look at each other, but our hearts are falling to the ground.
Why do our eyes want to meet?
Why can’t our love just greet?
Still looking around, thinking of words to say.
I finally catch your eyes, a solemn hey.
I quickly turn away, as do you.
I think to myself, “Wow, that was smooth…”
Is it being shy, or is it love?
I’ll never know, unless God sends a dove.
Maybe it is, maybe it is not.
But, hey, let’s give it a shot.
Both of us were out of breath. The mad sprint from the slums had been terrifying and electrifying. It was with an odd rush of adrenalin that I relinquished in the fact that we hadn’t been caught, and that my father would utterly despise of my excursion.
This one or that one. This. Or That. Always one or the other. Choose. Decide. Abandon one. It seems like everyone is convinced that I have to give up one … that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds. That to make an omelette I have to break some eggs. But … isn’t it possible that if I do it right I might get to have both?
Both of us. We both watched it happen. But your eyes, they were so much younger. Filled with innocence and childlike wonder. And what did I do? Nothing. I couldn’t stop it – no. But I couldn’t protect you. And for that, I’ll never forgive.
Both of us. Together Forever. We were both part of this. We both wanted this. We both WERE this. But now it’s gone. No longer together forever. No longer “both.”
We’re both here
We’re both happy
We’re both normal
We’re both together
We’re both smart
We’re both lazy
We’re both apathetic
We’re both done
We’re both free
We’re both bros
both of us know that we still love each other. both of us know that we are meant to be together. but both of us stopped in the middle. there’s nowhere to go, but forward.
both of us will be together sitting together on a bench somewhere maybe. we are together. togetherness is all we can be you and i. I love you and you love me and so we are a both. we stand together we fall together. everything about you has intertwined itself with me and we have fallen endlessly in love. it seems to be the strangest thing. both of us together. its like a never ending cycle like a chain with a strong class it can disconnect but it will not, simply will not.
both of us are in the same situation. We hate everything we see. There’s nothing in front of us but each other and we’re trying to push away from everything else in opposite directions. We may just run into each other. Tell me a lie and I’ll slip it past your lips to the end of the air you breathe.
All of the things I hate so much that comes along with a relationship… wouldn’t feel so bad if it were with you. I will always both love you and miss you, but I’ve got to move on.
She grasped Mel’s hand for the very last time, the unspoken promise between the two girls entranced them as they locked eyes. A gust of warm wind seemed to nudge them forward gently, dancing with their dresses. Ariana took one last deep breathe, and together they stepped off the cliff.
They were both staring at the night sky that was filled with beautiful stars. The girl leaned back against her companion. He was her friend since grade school. Both used to be members of the basketball team. They eventually quit when they realized that the sport didn’t really do them any good.
Both men and women are entitled to equal rights. It’s entirely unfair to be treated differently based on what’s in your pants. How ridiculous is that. If we were to base our interpretations and treatment of people based on their freckles it would certainly be considered stupid, so why would we base our stances on genitalia.
both of us. both. together as one. one entity. we function together and are one in the same. i love him. he is my best friend. both of us. we are there for each other. b as in both. o as in one. t as in together. h as in him. why don’t we just sit and appreciate our unity as a pair.
Tiredness,
Stressed,
Giving Up,
Nothing Left.
I love you,
I love you not,
My stomachs,
In a knot.
I feel you kick,
I’m so unsure,
If your mine,
Or if your hers.
Which one will you love more?
Is it going to be a war?
Battle Of the Parents,
I guess I quit.
Like fire and ice.
Testing the borders to never burn through,
Never to shatter through.
Ceasing to wrap their arms around each other,
Stuck on a planet forever spinning.
Destroying their flowers
Sent to each other
Out of fucking spite.
Two people not one. Sitting on a bench, their jands are enteined. He looks at her. Smiles. Fades. She screeams. Darkness. Blood. Fear. Crunch. Crunch. Monsterds. A voice, faint. Laughter, or crying? Memories filling her head. Her mom, yelling crying. They couldn’t afford a tree, we’re gonna lose their house. Dad had left. Yelling, throwing dishes in the night. Sounds. Hiding. In a hollow in the ground. The bugs are crawling all over me. Itchyness.
They both looked exactly the same. Ebony hair, piercing green eyes, pale skin. They should; after all, they were twins. However only Hana had her nose pierced, a ring of black around both eyes and a hardened look. They both looked the same, but they weren’t.
both of them. just the two together in this lonely world. the armys had triumpthed, the wells run dry, the sky flustered with the cries of billions, and the both of them were all that could save it all, they would have to do it after lunch mom made grilled cheese.
We are both in this together. I have you, and you have me. We are going through this crazy thing we call life together. I have your back, and you have mine. We are the best of friends, and I am so happy to have found you. We have both been through a lot; we understand and accept one another as we are. We are both in this together.
Both of them felt lost without the other but there was no going back to what used to be. Too many hurtful words had been exchanged with venomous expressions imprinted across their visages and hurled objects thrown by the female with all the might she could muster in her drunken rage. Their enthused slurs had been overheard three floors down and six doors across and a temporary silence had resumed after the male’s cheek had been gashed by a glass ornament thrown by the female and a finalising door slam had ensued. The eery silence had lasted no longer than thirty one seconds when a howling, heart aching cry had erupted from the female’s soul, out through her mouth and into every crevice in that apartment building and overflowed out into the streets ; searching for the male soul’s ears. But he did not hear the female. And he did not return. And for the next three years although her mouth rarely made any sounds or syllables her soul continued it’
both sides of the moutain were green and blue. Both children wanted to climb tha monster. Both of them were youg, both of there were afraid but both of them were nobles. Bothi did it. Both came back. Both survived.
We. You and I
Who are you?
I don’t think I should know that.
I feel them when the sun rises?
Those feelings that tickle
and those feelings that stab
perhaps I am a carrot
stuck in the earth?
They taste funny.
How could he love both of them? They were so different from one another yet so much alike. Both of them beautiful, both of them smart, and both of them equally as dangerous. He wanted to put them both together.
Both. It takes two to be in a relationship. It can’t be waited on more of one person. Both of you have to put in the time and commitment to have a successful relationship. My favorite saying is it take two to tango.
are better than one. if you have to choose between two things, then be ready to compromise. Having both is the easy way out, yes, the lazy way out. one is always better than the other, no matter what. two is greater than one, but one is more meaningful.
Both of us. It seems like yesterday was a million worlds away, and now I’m falling. I want to hold your hand forever, our life passing before us like the crushed grass under our feet. I can feel your hand growing frail as you age, but it isn’t cold and empty like I expected.
both toxic and radioactive you are
cleansing in your destruction
break me down
at the molecular level, rebuild
me into something chrome
solid and white hot
something cruel
and beautiful
There are only two of us, but both of us are not the other. Neither of us is nothing, both of us are something. But somehow, both of us agree that neither of us are worth being both, so we are still separate. And there will always be two of us. Both.
Should they both seek the same thing, a deal should be struck.
Contact contracts at their meeting after a night’s charade of hoofs,
And on the next morn’ town criers should shout of some compromise,
parents sighing upon the release of their children and opportunists thrashing against fate.
both of us were strange.
we wept in the ditch,
the bitch
and i.
no one would think to
cast us aside.
to do so would be
unthinkable.
of course,
both of us
had our own
way.
Both of us sitting in a room; Both of us glancing around.
Neither of us want to look at each other, but our hearts are falling to the ground.
Why do our eyes want to meet?
Why can’t our love just greet?
Still looking around, thinking of words to say.
I finally catch your eyes, a solemn hey.
I quickly turn away, as do you.
I think to myself, “Wow, that was smooth…”
Is it being shy, or is it love?
I’ll never know, unless God sends a dove.
Maybe it is, maybe it is not.
But, hey, let’s give it a shot.
Both of us were out of breath. The mad sprint from the slums had been terrifying and electrifying. It was with an odd rush of adrenalin that I relinquished in the fact that we hadn’t been caught, and that my father would utterly despise of my excursion.
Both of us are the same, can’t you understand that?? We are both one and together and all. Both of those bodies can be together.
This one or that one. This. Or That. Always one or the other. Choose. Decide. Abandon one. It seems like everyone is convinced that I have to give up one … that it is impossible to have the best of both worlds. That to make an omelette I have to break some eggs. But … isn’t it possible that if I do it right I might get to have both?
Both of us. We both watched it happen. But your eyes, they were so much younger. Filled with innocence and childlike wonder. And what did I do? Nothing. I couldn’t stop it – no. But I couldn’t protect you. And for that, I’ll never forgive.
Both of us. Together Forever. We were both part of this. We both wanted this. We both WERE this. But now it’s gone. No longer together forever. No longer “both.”
We’re both here
We’re both happy
We’re both normal
We’re both together
We’re both smart
We’re both lazy
We’re both apathetic
We’re both done
We’re both free
We’re both bros
both of us know that we still love each other. both of us know that we are meant to be together. but both of us stopped in the middle. there’s nowhere to go, but forward.
both of us will be together sitting together on a bench somewhere maybe. we are together. togetherness is all we can be you and i. I love you and you love me and so we are a both. we stand together we fall together. everything about you has intertwined itself with me and we have fallen endlessly in love. it seems to be the strangest thing. both of us together. its like a never ending cycle like a chain with a strong class it can disconnect but it will not, simply will not.
both of us are in the same situation. We hate everything we see. There’s nothing in front of us but each other and we’re trying to push away from everything else in opposite directions. We may just run into each other. Tell me a lie and I’ll slip it past your lips to the end of the air you breathe.
All of the things I hate so much that comes along with a relationship… wouldn’t feel so bad if it were with you. I will always both love you and miss you, but I’ve got to move on.
both indeed. you need both reason and emotion to live a real life.
two things thats are being described, chosen or talked about
She grasped Mel’s hand for the very last time, the unspoken promise between the two girls entranced them as they locked eyes. A gust of warm wind seemed to nudge them forward gently, dancing with their dresses. Ariana took one last deep breathe, and together they stepped off the cliff.
TWO HONOR SAME EQUAL UNIQUE COMPATIBLE BOTH STUDENTS SAME HEART TELL ME TWO SIDES
both create chaos, both create harmony, yes and no, positive and negative, both are space. conjoined into each being, balanced or not, existing.
They were both staring at the night sky that was filled with beautiful stars. The girl leaned back against her companion. He was her friend since grade school. Both used to be members of the basketball team. They eventually quit when they realized that the sport didn’t really do them any good.
Both men and women are entitled to equal rights. It’s entirely unfair to be treated differently based on what’s in your pants. How ridiculous is that. If we were to base our interpretations and treatment of people based on their freckles it would certainly be considered stupid, so why would we base our stances on genitalia.
And if both have the same think at the same time, could one of us have the same words ?
both of us. both. together as one. one entity. we function together and are one in the same. i love him. he is my best friend. both of us. we are there for each other. b as in both. o as in one. t as in together. h as in him. why don’t we just sit and appreciate our unity as a pair.
Tiredness,
Stressed,
Giving Up,
Nothing Left.
I love you,
I love you not,
My stomachs,
In a knot.
I feel you kick,
I’m so unsure,
If your mine,
Or if your hers.
Which one will you love more?
Is it going to be a war?
Battle Of the Parents,
I guess I quit.
“That’s neither here nor there,” she reminds me gently. “You can’t have both, so why even settle for one?”
Both of them were in love. they felt the same thing for the same woman yet they both couldn’t have her. Isn’t it sad? Both damned for life.
Like fire and ice.
Testing the borders to never burn through,
Never to shatter through.
Ceasing to wrap their arms around each other,
Stuck on a planet forever spinning.
Destroying their flowers
Sent to each other
Out of fucking spite.
Both people walked up to the station.
“The time has come, Billy.” The man, wearing a crisp brown suit, spoke. The other boy, aged 15, merely shrugged and sighed.
“I don’t want to go, Dad. This place isn’t for me, I know it.” He replied, gritting his teeth.
Two people not one. Sitting on a bench, their jands are enteined. He looks at her. Smiles. Fades. She screeams. Darkness. Blood. Fear. Crunch. Crunch. Monsterds. A voice, faint. Laughter, or crying? Memories filling her head. Her mom, yelling crying. They couldn’t afford a tree, we’re gonna lose their house. Dad had left. Yelling, throwing dishes in the night. Sounds. Hiding. In a hollow in the ground. The bugs are crawling all over me. Itchyness.
They both looked exactly the same. Ebony hair, piercing green eyes, pale skin. They should; after all, they were twins. However only Hana had her nose pierced, a ring of black around both eyes and a hardened look. They both looked the same, but they weren’t.
both of them. just the two together in this lonely world. the armys had triumpthed, the wells run dry, the sky flustered with the cries of billions, and the both of them were all that could save it all, they would have to do it after lunch mom made grilled cheese.
We are both in this together. I have you, and you have me. We are going through this crazy thing we call life together. I have your back, and you have mine. We are the best of friends, and I am so happy to have found you. We have both been through a lot; we understand and accept one another as we are. We are both in this together.
Both of them felt lost without the other but there was no going back to what used to be. Too many hurtful words had been exchanged with venomous expressions imprinted across their visages and hurled objects thrown by the female with all the might she could muster in her drunken rage. Their enthused slurs had been overheard three floors down and six doors across and a temporary silence had resumed after the male’s cheek had been gashed by a glass ornament thrown by the female and a finalising door slam had ensued. The eery silence had lasted no longer than thirty one seconds when a howling, heart aching cry had erupted from the female’s soul, out through her mouth and into every crevice in that apartment building and overflowed out into the streets ; searching for the male soul’s ears. But he did not hear the female. And he did not return. And for the next three years although her mouth rarely made any sounds or syllables her soul continued it’
both sides of the moutain were green and blue. Both children wanted to climb tha monster. Both of them were youg, both of there were afraid but both of them were nobles. Bothi did it. Both came back. Both survived.
We. You and I
Who are you?
I don’t think I should know that.
I feel them when the sun rises?
Those feelings that tickle
and those feelings that stab
perhaps I am a carrot
stuck in the earth?
They taste funny.
How could he love both of them? They were so different from one another yet so much alike. Both of them beautiful, both of them smart, and both of them equally as dangerous. He wanted to put them both together.
Both. It takes two to be in a relationship. It can’t be waited on more of one person. Both of you have to put in the time and commitment to have a successful relationship. My favorite saying is it take two to tango.
are better than one. if you have to choose between two things, then be ready to compromise. Having both is the easy way out, yes, the lazy way out. one is always better than the other, no matter what. two is greater than one, but one is more meaningful.
Both of us. It seems like yesterday was a million worlds away, and now I’m falling. I want to hold your hand forever, our life passing before us like the crushed grass under our feet. I can feel your hand growing frail as you age, but it isn’t cold and empty like I expected.