Celebrate! The long procrastinated phone call’s first two attempts have been made. Busy signal! Chat with the wife! And got a time when you’ll be home! Next time – we connect as promised. I’m getting on with filling my intentions!
good times now, come on… brian ferry thought as he blew on the dice. he needed to roll a sweet sweet seven to win, so he could buy back the wall-mounted gold limited edition record or more than this, which he traded for a pool refurbishment full of beer back in 1997, which was, he realised, possibly a mistake.
celebrating life is big for me. I really can’t wait to go to Celebration FL in December. celebrate every day. dance to celebrate, laugh to celebrate. love to celebrate. celebrating should be a daily task. it makes us happy. celebrate happiness.
This word makes me happy because it makes me think of being with people I love, makes me think of smiling, and laughing till my stomach hurts. I really love it because it just really makes me think of all the amazing people in my life and they are a reason to celebrate and celebrate with. It’s a fun positive word. I think more people should celebrate. Maybe I am just in a sappy mood.
I just couldn’t take it, watching her so happy with her new bundle of baby. I couldn’t celebrate, I felt cold on the inside, envy freezing my veins until a lump, that could be rage or the onset of tears, stuck in my throat and almost choked me.
i like celebrating. it makes me happy. reminds me of all the good times. makes me forget about the bad. really. it brightens my day. celebrations make life life. it makes people happy. it brings happiness and it brings joy. unites people. does everything ordinary things don’t. so celebrate life. you only get one chance at it. and that chance is very short.
The parties were happening everywhere. Hosanna imagined that every other block had some sort of shindig going. After all, it was New Years eve: it only comes once a year.
“We are once in a life time…”
She found herself humming the tune to herself as she crossed the slushy street. The lawn decorations were extravagant, as they were every year. The reindeer, sleighs, snowmen, it was all the same paraphernalia that happened every year. Hosanna imagined how it would all look in the morning.
“Like litter,” she thought. “Out of place, cast off, the old in the new year and out of place.”
She looked at herself. Her jacket was old, worn by at least two people before her, but it was ready to retire after the first. Her boots had lost all their insulation, and the souls of her feet squeaked against the rubber bottoms. There were no holes at least. That was something she could celebrate.
“Hosanna.”
She remembered the song from Sunday School. Something about the blessed coming before the Lord, then, Hosanna! Hosanna! As a young child, she had loved the song, if only because it called her name. She would dance around to it, clap her hands with her siblings and parents, their fake smiles and rehearsed hymns like a penny show at a carnival. It wasn’t until years later that she learned what it meant, and she laughed.
“Irony,” she thought. Irony that she had so much, and now she stood here. Irony that she had danced then, but stood still now.
“Hosanna…” she whispered, and then began humming the lyics to another song as she moved on down the street.
Celebrate. That is something that I love to do! Whether I am celebrating something in my personal world, or celebrating a friends joy, I do love to celebrate!
celebrate the good and the bad
celebrate the sorrow the happiness
celebrate the day you left
the day i moved on
celebrate the greatness
celebrate the end to start anew
life has begun again
and yours has began to end
There was a banner above the doorway, drooping further down than it should have been. Past the door the ground was littered with confetti. On the table stood cups half full with soda, juice, or beer. All they were were reminders of something that was no longer mine. Everything was rushed away suddenly, and I didn’t want it back- not now. The case took precedent over my celebration. I was better, that was true, but in my line of work a gunshot wound happened. There was nothing left to celebrate now that the case had turned sour and there was nothing i could do since it was the case of my shooter.
I should celebrate everything I have accomplished and how far me and you have gotten these past two years. Look at us. We’re still so in love and though we’re so far apart, I’ve never been so close to anyone. I love you so much and I can’t wait to celebrate more and more years with you. You’re wonderful and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, I love you.
Today, I celebrate a life lost; one that I can never hope to get back. He was the greatest, and I never even deserved to know him. I had loved him, and he loved me, which was an impossible thing to fathom. How could someone so great love someone like me? All I really can do now is celebrate the wonderful person he was.
“Good times, come on!”
“Ok Kool and the Gang. Are you done?”
“Yeah. But I wish I had more confetti. You can never have too much confetti.”
“Yes you can. And you didn’t use confetti. That was vomit. You are shitfaced.”
weent on – for all – dressed fine in loose scarvesa nd shawls – been normal but now no fear – in aprk of green depths and sticks layin on the ground – wel devined o seer
As scandalous as it may seem. Often the boy in the pants made of cotton waved his hands in the air. I’d notice by the yells of joy across the hallway. He’d apparently just got a triple-kill… I later found out it wasn’t a video game.
Celebrate, celebrate joy celebrate living celebrate life celebrate this space this moment in time uniquely its own celebrate> Celebrate what celebrate diversity celebrate new beginnings…
celebrate?
what…
you are gone. buried me beneath the soil and left me for the dogs to have their way.
Maybe you once fooled me into celebrating life but that was too long ago.
I hate what you’ve done, you runaway so not even my words of rage can reach you.
I will grow, grow, grow.
You will fall, fall, fall.
Raise your glasses but don’t just do it for the aesthetic value. Raise your head, open your eyes and look around. To be able to breath freely. Full of friends, full of safety, full of so much pleasure we excess. Now look to someone who has little to celebrate, those that weep, those with anxiety and those who cannot find the strength to leave bed.
let’s celebrate life while we are still here.
One word? Well that would be the word clueless.. It applies to a lot of things right now. How I’m going to be doing this school year, where I stand with my job, my roommates and their logic or perception on how the real world works. I’m clueless about my life but i think it’s going to be okay.
I dance, I sing, I jump for joy. You are the reason I smile today. Why not celebrate everything? The beginning of a new life, a recent death or even a recent change. Why not celebrate?
the joy of being with loved ones. being carefree and loving every moment of it. no on telling you how to celebrate or how not to celebrate. you look for the good in all things.
Rather than mourn, as others might, you begged for a party, for everyone to remember you fondly and for there to be no tears. I obliged, and yet I cannot fulfill your wish. For as long as there is breath in my body and grief in my heart, there will always be tears for you.
A wish to celebrate is only granted if there is a thing to celebrate unless you want to celebrate the lack of anything to celebrate, but then it’s not much of a celebration, is it?
celebrating is for birthdays and any occasion you can think of. its a way of remembering something that had little to no importance or even very high importance. its just that special
celbrate the passions created in this single moment. linger here with me. carress this gentle cheek stroke my warm body and feel as deeply as you can. do not push your time for it will expand for you beyond all horizons
There was not much to celebrate that evening. It wouldn’t be long before everything was over, but for now there was nothing to celebrate. Once the ordeal had passed people could begin to relax and enjoy themselves. Today though was a somber day filled with sorrow and serriousness. Only a few more days they told themselves and that was all they needed to know.
each day to celebrate is a day that lvling is the main ingrediant celebration worthy little lives little kings and queens and dancing darling ding dong gertrude stein is mine i didn’t pay attention in class but blast! it’s bang bangbang!
There are so many things to celebrate. Mostly, I am trying to remember every day to celebrate the friendships I have. I get so caught up in what I don’t have that I forget to remember the amazingness of what I do. Europe was good for me – I learned that friends matter so much more than I remember they do when I’m wishing I had the kind of love that I want. I am so grateful for them every day.
celebrate life. and all that it brings you. every second of every day is to be cherished. celebrate the little things. throw a party for no reason. celebrate adversity. unity. faith. inability to understand. ability to comprehend.
I sit. I wait. Time stretches. The air chilled but stale. I wait. I type. I wonder how long I will wait. I stare. Artifical light life enervates. I wait. I wonder. I debate. How long until I celebrate?
Since I was 5 years old I’ve known the true meaning of birthdays. Cake. Cat shaped carrot cake. My mom still makes them every year. Does this make me happy? Well I guess so if it makes my mom happy. But is this for me? No. Its for the desperate grasp at the past. A feeble attempt to hide the dark side of reminiscing, that the moment is forever gone.
Celebrate.
A birthday, a deathday, and the life in between.
Celebrate your freedom from the machine.
Celebrate yourself and where you come from.
Celebrate the person you hope to become.
Celebrate! The long procrastinated phone call’s first two attempts have been made. Busy signal! Chat with the wife! And got a time when you’ll be home! Next time – we connect as promised. I’m getting on with filling my intentions!
good times now, come on… brian ferry thought as he blew on the dice. he needed to roll a sweet sweet seven to win, so he could buy back the wall-mounted gold limited edition record or more than this, which he traded for a pool refurbishment full of beer back in 1997, which was, he realised, possibly a mistake.
I Just want to dance and you are all up in my biznass like I’m going outta style for the love of PETE back up off my shit, I’m just here to dance.
celebrating life is big for me. I really can’t wait to go to Celebration FL in December. celebrate every day. dance to celebrate, laugh to celebrate. love to celebrate. celebrating should be a daily task. it makes us happy. celebrate happiness.
This word makes me happy because it makes me think of being with people I love, makes me think of smiling, and laughing till my stomach hurts. I really love it because it just really makes me think of all the amazing people in my life and they are a reason to celebrate and celebrate with. It’s a fun positive word. I think more people should celebrate. Maybe I am just in a sappy mood.
I just couldn’t take it, watching her so happy with her new bundle of baby. I couldn’t celebrate, I felt cold on the inside, envy freezing my veins until a lump, that could be rage or the onset of tears, stuck in my throat and almost choked me.
i like celebrating. it makes me happy. reminds me of all the good times. makes me forget about the bad. really. it brightens my day. celebrations make life life. it makes people happy. it brings happiness and it brings joy. unites people. does everything ordinary things don’t. so celebrate life. you only get one chance at it. and that chance is very short.
The parties were happening everywhere. Hosanna imagined that every other block had some sort of shindig going. After all, it was New Years eve: it only comes once a year.
“We are once in a life time…”
She found herself humming the tune to herself as she crossed the slushy street. The lawn decorations were extravagant, as they were every year. The reindeer, sleighs, snowmen, it was all the same paraphernalia that happened every year. Hosanna imagined how it would all look in the morning.
“Like litter,” she thought. “Out of place, cast off, the old in the new year and out of place.”
She looked at herself. Her jacket was old, worn by at least two people before her, but it was ready to retire after the first. Her boots had lost all their insulation, and the souls of her feet squeaked against the rubber bottoms. There were no holes at least. That was something she could celebrate.
“Hosanna.”
She remembered the song from Sunday School. Something about the blessed coming before the Lord, then, Hosanna! Hosanna! As a young child, she had loved the song, if only because it called her name. She would dance around to it, clap her hands with her siblings and parents, their fake smiles and rehearsed hymns like a penny show at a carnival. It wasn’t until years later that she learned what it meant, and she laughed.
“Irony,” she thought. Irony that she had so much, and now she stood here. Irony that she had danced then, but stood still now.
“Hosanna…” she whispered, and then began humming the lyics to another song as she moved on down the street.
“We are once in a lifetime…”
Celebrate. That is something that I love to do! Whether I am celebrating something in my personal world, or celebrating a friends joy, I do love to celebrate!
for every reason you have in life.
celebrate the good and the bad
celebrate the sorrow the happiness
celebrate the day you left
the day i moved on
celebrate the greatness
celebrate the end to start anew
life has begun again
and yours has began to end
celebrate life my friends in the dark
Beer and love in nights, hark
Without the music and the noise of life
to celebrate not lie in strife
How can we begin to understand
There was a banner above the doorway, drooping further down than it should have been. Past the door the ground was littered with confetti. On the table stood cups half full with soda, juice, or beer. All they were were reminders of something that was no longer mine. Everything was rushed away suddenly, and I didn’t want it back- not now. The case took precedent over my celebration. I was better, that was true, but in my line of work a gunshot wound happened. There was nothing left to celebrate now that the case had turned sour and there was nothing i could do since it was the case of my shooter.
I should celebrate everything I have accomplished and how far me and you have gotten these past two years. Look at us. We’re still so in love and though we’re so far apart, I’ve never been so close to anyone. I love you so much and I can’t wait to celebrate more and more years with you. You’re wonderful and I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you, I love you.
Today, I celebrate a life lost; one that I can never hope to get back. He was the greatest, and I never even deserved to know him. I had loved him, and he loved me, which was an impossible thing to fathom. How could someone so great love someone like me? All I really can do now is celebrate the wonderful person he was.
birthday.. party.. fun.. fabulous.. fresh.. beautiful people.. family time.. dancing.. drinking.. love.. amazing.. black lights.. club.. vodka.. music.. friends
“Good times, come on!”
“Ok Kool and the Gang. Are you done?”
“Yeah. But I wish I had more confetti. You can never have too much confetti.”
“Yes you can. And you didn’t use confetti. That was vomit. You are shitfaced.”
weent on – for all – dressed fine in loose scarvesa nd shawls – been normal but now no fear – in aprk of green depths and sticks layin on the ground – wel devined o seer
As scandalous as it may seem. Often the boy in the pants made of cotton waved his hands in the air. I’d notice by the yells of joy across the hallway. He’d apparently just got a triple-kill… I later found out it wasn’t a video game.
Celebrate, celebrate joy celebrate living celebrate life celebrate this space this moment in time uniquely its own celebrate> Celebrate what celebrate diversity celebrate new beginnings…
celebrate?
what…
you are gone. buried me beneath the soil and left me for the dogs to have their way.
Maybe you once fooled me into celebrating life but that was too long ago.
I hate what you’ve done, you runaway so not even my words of rage can reach you.
I will grow, grow, grow.
You will fall, fall, fall.
celebrate life, celebrate what you have. live and love every moment of everything. life it short not to enjoy it =)
Life is good and I don’t understand how everyone in not celebrating. What could be better that what we already have?
Raise your glasses but don’t just do it for the aesthetic value. Raise your head, open your eyes and look around. To be able to breath freely. Full of friends, full of safety, full of so much pleasure we excess. Now look to someone who has little to celebrate, those that weep, those with anxiety and those who cannot find the strength to leave bed.
let’s celebrate life while we are still here.
One word? Well that would be the word clueless.. It applies to a lot of things right now. How I’m going to be doing this school year, where I stand with my job, my roommates and their logic or perception on how the real world works. I’m clueless about my life but i think it’s going to be okay.
I dance, I sing, I jump for joy. You are the reason I smile today. Why not celebrate everything? The beginning of a new life, a recent death or even a recent change. Why not celebrate?
the joy of being with loved ones. being carefree and loving every moment of it. no on telling you how to celebrate or how not to celebrate. you look for the good in all things.
Havent we forgot to celebrate? This life take a pledge not to be a celebrity or not to rate but to celebrate.
Rather than mourn, as others might, you begged for a party, for everyone to remember you fondly and for there to be no tears. I obliged, and yet I cannot fulfill your wish. For as long as there is breath in my body and grief in my heart, there will always be tears for you.
lets celebrate us.
lets celebrate the fact that we are so different that we fight as much as we talk.
lets celebrate that we cant we together
A wish to celebrate is only granted if there is a thing to celebrate unless you want to celebrate the lack of anything to celebrate, but then it’s not much of a celebration, is it?
celebrating is for birthdays and any occasion you can think of. its a way of remembering something that had little to no importance or even very high importance. its just that special
celbrate the passions created in this single moment. linger here with me. carress this gentle cheek stroke my warm body and feel as deeply as you can. do not push your time for it will expand for you beyond all horizons
There was not much to celebrate that evening. It wouldn’t be long before everything was over, but for now there was nothing to celebrate. Once the ordeal had passed people could begin to relax and enjoy themselves. Today though was a somber day filled with sorrow and serriousness. Only a few more days they told themselves and that was all they needed to know.
each day to celebrate is a day that lvling is the main ingrediant celebration worthy little lives little kings and queens and dancing darling ding dong gertrude stein is mine i didn’t pay attention in class but blast! it’s bang bangbang!
There are so many things to celebrate. Mostly, I am trying to remember every day to celebrate the friendships I have. I get so caught up in what I don’t have that I forget to remember the amazingness of what I do. Europe was good for me – I learned that friends matter so much more than I remember they do when I’m wishing I had the kind of love that I want. I am so grateful for them every day.
celebrate life. and all that it brings you. every second of every day is to be cherished. celebrate the little things. throw a party for no reason. celebrate adversity. unity. faith. inability to understand. ability to comprehend.
I sit. I wait. Time stretches. The air chilled but stale. I wait. I type. I wonder how long I will wait. I stare. Artifical light life enervates. I wait. I wonder. I debate. How long until I celebrate?
Since I was 5 years old I’ve known the true meaning of birthdays. Cake. Cat shaped carrot cake. My mom still makes them every year. Does this make me happy? Well I guess so if it makes my mom happy. But is this for me? No. Its for the desperate grasp at the past. A feeble attempt to hide the dark side of reminiscing, that the moment is forever gone.
Celebrate.
A birthday, a deathday, and the life in between.
Celebrate your freedom from the machine.
Celebrate yourself and where you come from.
Celebrate the person you hope to become.