There is no way to describe the scene of a cat fight other than the word calamity. Shattered claws lay in the dust on the ground, blood makes mud. Two angry felines hiss and spit at each other from a distance, licking their wounds and declaring themselves the winner.
I am waiting for the day when they tell me I’m crazy.
“Unbalanced,” they might say, or “Unsound.”
Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Just think – to live in blissful ignorance, free from troubles and calamities, appointments and schedules, relationships and company, government and politics, finance and economics, and basically all the other bothersome things of this world.
And when the day comes and I am informed – and I assure you, it will – I will smile, and graciously thank them, and say, “I knew it all along.”
He looked around the room. just for a second. Everything went in slow motion the hairied mothers. The fighting couples. The angry husbands. all of it. how on earth did we get this way, he wondered. How did this happen?
byla to pohroma. nidko netušil, jak se to mohlo stát a nikdo necvěděl, co s tím. proste se to náhle… několik dívek plakalo. velmi málo dívek plakalo. s těch miliónů, dívek, které na světtě žily jich zůstalo jen velmi málo. Linsdey se rpocházela po zniřčeneném městě.
“KFDSLJALSDHFLNXCZNGVDFGSJKLFSDKHFNXBZMVBHJRGRIFGIUDSYAKFHLAHSDFUIRYEOTKDJUREYOUSHGKLJVHDJZLGUSOREUTZJDSKHGLSETYOAUHGLLAJHFLKAJHSDLF” the sound of a calamity
The entire town had suffered an enormous calamity when the earthquake struck. The mayor had been killed in a massive pile up of bricks in the should-be condemned town hall. His wife, a widow, ran for mayor soon afterward, but the tone of the entire town was off-kilter. People cried on their way to the grocery store, which still sat amidst the residue of catastrophe-induced rubble. Even dogs whined more often. And I sat alone in my now ramshackle house with no one to hold me in bed.
Everything is put into perspective, I can live, things are alright.
But the minute you step through the door and our eyes meet, for the first time in 3 years, everything comes rushing back, everything is blown totally out of perspective and I feel a sudden pain in my heart.
I quietly gasp and know that it isn’t going to be the same anymore.
To have something so good taken away from you every time you’re just starting to grasp a hold of it, is hard.
It hurts.
It may seem pathetic,
but it is my own little calamity.
What does the word calamity mean to me? Well, the first thing that hits my mind is the film “Calamity Jane” as I don’t actually know what Calamity means. But, it sounds accidental. Like when you drop a plate on a floor and everyone stares, that sort of accidental. Without those sorts of accidents the world wouldn’t actually make much sense.
dripped like wax
on alibaster skin
scrapped scaped escape
words mean nothing
if you can’t say them sane
close the clothes
step away
as the heart breaks
the sound of silence
calamity
never goes away.
this is a calamity. i don’t know what it is, i cannot think straight. oh wait, i must be still asleep. and when i wake up, i will find it is a calamity
Always there is some calamity that can cause confusion in the world….might be snow, might be rain…might be too hot of a day…or too cold of a day. Still, nevertheless…it seems to be a calamity to those involved.
i only found about this word, in oneword. i found what it meant in google just now. it means disaster. i dont know much of disasters, even though often in my life thought of certain events as disasters. the present deceives.
He referred to them as “calamities,” probably to make me feel better about how frequent they were. calling them “panic attacks” wasn’t going to do me any good and i think it scared him a bit to know just how much i could wreck myself. but we both decided that popping pills is not attractive, and people who brag about it and use it as quirks for their characters or for themselves need to get a hold of something more solid.
i was struck by lightning and i failed to call an ambulance, so there i lay on the soaked street; the only thing that lit up my face were the reflections of the streetlamps in the shallow puddles on the concrete. i fell asleep and when i woke, my body was covered in a fractal pattern of wounds from where the ligthning had entered and passed through my veins. unfortunately, i did forget to take a picture of the place where it happened, so i couldn’t show you where it was that i was enlightened.
i just found out on google that this word means disaster. i don’t know much of disasters. i often thought that certain events where disasters in my life, but later, found out they were not. the present deceives.
Oh calamity,
what are you doing here?
I didn’t call you,
Muse wasn’t home?
That doesn’t mean your invited,
You should have just passed on my note
and went back to sleep.
I woke up to you watching me with a small smile on your face. I felt self-conscious all at once, but you told me you liked watching me sleep. I didn’t know what to think.
Then the calamity came–the screaming, the arguing. And I knew you were wrong to like watching me with eyes closed and subconsciousness running through my veins. No one should like their girlfriend when she’s powerless.
The calamity of war is such an underestimated thing. It feels like your whole world is falling apart yet when we hear of it it’s only dry facts, none of the pain behind it.
This breakup is the greatest calamity
of my years
a preponderance of sadness
an avalanche of emotion
threatening to crush me under its impossible weight.
dark shallow thoughts
curved like a smile frowned upsidedown
deranged demented delayed
how long must this take
to sweep up a shattered dream
to fix the broken little pieces
oh, how the fingers stick together
when you get glue on them
heart ache, blood caked specs
the calamity speaks
it’s called life.
Today, early in the morning, my dog was whining at my door. Curiously, I opened it, wondering what the bother was. Later realizing with a shock, his bone was stuck inside of our other dogs tooth! What a horrible tragedy. Tooth brush, CHING!
The end wasn’t at all like she’d expected it to be. It was much too quiet. She’d expected something more explosive, announcing itself like an obnoxious party guest who arrives uninvited.
Fire rained from the heavens, it spewed up from the earth, it raged in the heart of man. One day, we burned everything down. We sat together in the ashes, and looked upon our work.
Everywhere she looked the harsh calamity of war stood stark against the landscape. There was no escape from it; even when she closed her eyes the terrible sight of rended limbs and indescribable gore haunted her, having long since etched itself firmly across the underside of her lids. There was so much BLOOD; no matter where she looked, she saw it’s telltale stain, more than potent enough to turn the once pristine blanket of snow into a horrific crimson slurry and forcing what remained of their army to paint a gruesome portrait of death with every red-soaked step.
I looked up to the endless sky. The stars were twinkling as usual, but there was still something beautiful about it. “Imagine the untold calamities that go on behind the sky”
Quite the catastrophe of emotions, this roller coaster that you and I are on.
From top to bottom, screaming, yelling, shouting, in hopes that someone will hear our cries for help.
But do we need help? Is that what it comes down to? Is it assistance in our time of need that we really desire?
…or do we enjoy the drama that comes with this calamity?
oh my such a terrible thing this calamity. this is disorder, upset and wanting some relief so that calamity is a thing of the past and not a present situation. Know the serenity prayer could be very helpful.
When I used to think ‘calamity’ I used to think loud. Explosive. A red sky and a screaming mouth.
Things have changed.
Now, the word makes me think of coming home from school to be met with silence but for the strange, distant sound of running water. I remember footsteps, creaking stairs. The low groan as I pushed the bathroom door open.
I remember pale pink bathwater. I remember a face soured by death, with lips bitterly twisted and strangely- I will always recall this- perfect makeup. Eyes shadowed with blue like a spring sky.
the train hit the side of that bus like a freight train hitting the side of a bus…people and bus parts were everywhere!!! It was a calamity. The front of the train was covered in blood and entyrails like you have ever seen before!!! People throwinmg up everywhere…
No one was ready for this. Nothing could have prepared us for what was to come. This was a calamity like no one had ever seen, and the panic and fear was already crushing the world, making the Governments job far too hard to controll anything. The human race was failing….and there was nothing we could do to stop it.
something went wrong, something unexpected. chaos. an unlikely happening. something to make me cringe. a fuck up. a disaster. it’s unreal and i wish it would go away. like this morning. like this life. like this everything.
The catastrophe occured before I could even realize it. I was smiling at the waves when the drew back. Of course I was curious, so I went out to the water. Someone called out run, but I didn’t listen. That’s why I’m dead now. Death by drowning. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? I went out to my own death. Was it suicide? No.
calamity jane… she is a character, but it’s not just her character that taught me how to be a better person, it was the moral lesson you learn from the whole story. Never judge a book by its cover, and nothing is what you expect it to be, what you think you want may not always be what you end up having.
janejanejanejane clammy calumny clapping claptraps clues clips alarms
There is no way to describe the scene of a cat fight other than the word calamity. Shattered claws lay in the dust on the ground, blood makes mud. Two angry felines hiss and spit at each other from a distance, licking their wounds and declaring themselves the winner.
I am waiting for the day when they tell me I’m crazy.
“Unbalanced,” they might say, or “Unsound.”
Wouldn’t that just be lovely? Just think – to live in blissful ignorance, free from troubles and calamities, appointments and schedules, relationships and company, government and politics, finance and economics, and basically all the other bothersome things of this world.
And when the day comes and I am informed – and I assure you, it will – I will smile, and graciously thank them, and say, “I knew it all along.”
He looked around the room. just for a second. Everything went in slow motion the hairied mothers. The fighting couples. The angry husbands. all of it. how on earth did we get this way, he wondered. How did this happen?
byla to pohroma. nidko netušil, jak se to mohlo stát a nikdo necvěděl, co s tím. proste se to náhle… několik dívek plakalo. velmi málo dívek plakalo. s těch miliónů, dívek, které na světtě žily jich zůstalo jen velmi málo. Linsdey se rpocházela po zniřčeneném městě.
the chaos that ensues, it frees me. I am no longer restrained by the fear of what can be, i can finally see that it is the destruction that is me.
“KFDSLJALSDHFLNXCZNGVDFGSJKLFSDKHFNXBZMVBHJRGRIFGIUDSYAKFHLAHSDFUIRYEOTKDJUREYOUSHGKLJVHDJZLGUSOREUTZJDSKHGLSETYOAUHGLLAJHFLKAJHSDLF” the sound of a calamity
The entire town had suffered an enormous calamity when the earthquake struck. The mayor had been killed in a massive pile up of bricks in the should-be condemned town hall. His wife, a widow, ran for mayor soon afterward, but the tone of the entire town was off-kilter. People cried on their way to the grocery store, which still sat amidst the residue of catastrophe-induced rubble. Even dogs whined more often. And I sat alone in my now ramshackle house with no one to hold me in bed.
Everything is put into perspective, I can live, things are alright.
But the minute you step through the door and our eyes meet, for the first time in 3 years, everything comes rushing back, everything is blown totally out of perspective and I feel a sudden pain in my heart.
I quietly gasp and know that it isn’t going to be the same anymore.
To have something so good taken away from you every time you’re just starting to grasp a hold of it, is hard.
It hurts.
It may seem pathetic,
but it is my own little calamity.
tensions were high
it was a calamity
but i stayed calm
What does the word calamity mean to me? Well, the first thing that hits my mind is the film “Calamity Jane” as I don’t actually know what Calamity means. But, it sounds accidental. Like when you drop a plate on a floor and everyone stares, that sort of accidental. Without those sorts of accidents the world wouldn’t actually make much sense.
dripped like wax
on alibaster skin
scrapped scaped escape
words mean nothing
if you can’t say them sane
close the clothes
step away
as the heart breaks
the sound of silence
calamity
never goes away.
this is a calamity. i don’t know what it is, i cannot think straight. oh wait, i must be still asleep. and when i wake up, i will find it is a calamity
event that causes something to happen.its when out of now where you get a cold.
Always there is some calamity that can cause confusion in the world….might be snow, might be rain…might be too hot of a day…or too cold of a day. Still, nevertheless…it seems to be a calamity to those involved.
i only found about this word, in oneword. i found what it meant in google just now. it means disaster. i dont know much of disasters, even though often in my life thought of certain events as disasters. the present deceives.
He referred to them as “calamities,” probably to make me feel better about how frequent they were. calling them “panic attacks” wasn’t going to do me any good and i think it scared him a bit to know just how much i could wreck myself. but we both decided that popping pills is not attractive, and people who brag about it and use it as quirks for their characters or for themselves need to get a hold of something more solid.
i was struck by lightning and i failed to call an ambulance, so there i lay on the soaked street; the only thing that lit up my face were the reflections of the streetlamps in the shallow puddles on the concrete. i fell asleep and when i woke, my body was covered in a fractal pattern of wounds from where the ligthning had entered and passed through my veins. unfortunately, i did forget to take a picture of the place where it happened, so i couldn’t show you where it was that i was enlightened.
i just found out on google that this word means disaster. i don’t know much of disasters. i often thought that certain events where disasters in my life, but later, found out they were not. the present deceives.
Oh calamity,
what are you doing here?
I didn’t call you,
Muse wasn’t home?
That doesn’t mean your invited,
You should have just passed on my note
and went back to sleep.
I woke up to you watching me with a small smile on your face. I felt self-conscious all at once, but you told me you liked watching me sleep. I didn’t know what to think.
Then the calamity came–the screaming, the arguing. And I knew you were wrong to like watching me with eyes closed and subconsciousness running through my veins. No one should like their girlfriend when she’s powerless.
And that’s why we broke up.
The calamity of war is such an underestimated thing. It feels like your whole world is falling apart yet when we hear of it it’s only dry facts, none of the pain behind it.
This breakup is the greatest calamity
of my years
a preponderance of sadness
an avalanche of emotion
threatening to crush me under its impossible weight.
dark shallow thoughts
curved like a smile frowned upsidedown
deranged demented delayed
how long must this take
to sweep up a shattered dream
to fix the broken little pieces
oh, how the fingers stick together
when you get glue on them
heart ache, blood caked specs
the calamity speaks
it’s called life.
Fuck.
You weren’t supposed to see me like this. Hold on, let me get cleaned up.
See? All better now, right?
Hey, don’t look at me like that. Y-you know I didn’t want this, I didn’t mean it.
Please, don’t go.
Please,
come back.
Today, early in the morning, my dog was whining at my door. Curiously, I opened it, wondering what the bother was. Later realizing with a shock, his bone was stuck inside of our other dogs tooth! What a horrible tragedy. Tooth brush, CHING!
The end wasn’t at all like she’d expected it to be. It was much too quiet. She’d expected something more explosive, announcing itself like an obnoxious party guest who arrives uninvited.
Fire rained from the heavens, it spewed up from the earth, it raged in the heart of man. One day, we burned everything down. We sat together in the ashes, and looked upon our work.
Everywhere she looked the harsh calamity of war stood stark against the landscape. There was no escape from it; even when she closed her eyes the terrible sight of rended limbs and indescribable gore haunted her, having long since etched itself firmly across the underside of her lids. There was so much BLOOD; no matter where she looked, she saw it’s telltale stain, more than potent enough to turn the once pristine blanket of snow into a horrific crimson slurry and forcing what remained of their army to paint a gruesome portrait of death with every red-soaked step.
disaster, destruction, horribleness,
I looked up to the endless sky. The stars were twinkling as usual, but there was still something beautiful about it. “Imagine the untold calamities that go on behind the sky”
Quite the catastrophe of emotions, this roller coaster that you and I are on.
From top to bottom, screaming, yelling, shouting, in hopes that someone will hear our cries for help.
But do we need help? Is that what it comes down to? Is it assistance in our time of need that we really desire?
…or do we enjoy the drama that comes with this calamity?
oh my such a terrible thing this calamity. this is disorder, upset and wanting some relief so that calamity is a thing of the past and not a present situation. Know the serenity prayer could be very helpful.
When I used to think ‘calamity’ I used to think loud. Explosive. A red sky and a screaming mouth.
Things have changed.
Now, the word makes me think of coming home from school to be met with silence but for the strange, distant sound of running water. I remember footsteps, creaking stairs. The low groan as I pushed the bathroom door open.
I remember pale pink bathwater. I remember a face soured by death, with lips bitterly twisted and strangely- I will always recall this- perfect makeup. Eyes shadowed with blue like a spring sky.
the train hit the side of that bus like a freight train hitting the side of a bus…people and bus parts were everywhere!!! It was a calamity. The front of the train was covered in blood and entyrails like you have ever seen before!!! People throwinmg up everywhere…
No one was ready for this. Nothing could have prepared us for what was to come. This was a calamity like no one had ever seen, and the panic and fear was already crushing the world, making the Governments job far too hard to controll anything. The human race was failing….and there was nothing we could do to stop it.
something went wrong, something unexpected. chaos. an unlikely happening. something to make me cringe. a fuck up. a disaster. it’s unreal and i wish it would go away. like this morning. like this life. like this everything.
The catastrophe occured before I could even realize it. I was smiling at the waves when the drew back. Of course I was curious, so I went out to the water. Someone called out run, but I didn’t listen. That’s why I’m dead now. Death by drowning. Kind of ironic, isn’t it? I went out to my own death. Was it suicide? No.
Learning to control yourself during a calamity takes practice an belief in yourself. It isn’t always as bad as it seems.
calamity jane… she is a character, but it’s not just her character that taught me how to be a better person, it was the moral lesson you learn from the whole story. Never judge a book by its cover, and nothing is what you expect it to be, what you think you want may not always be what you end up having.