when our powers combine, we can do good and bring forth our respective talents and knowledge. when we do so, there is no problem that cannot be solved, it is only when we choose to alienate ourselves from our collective existence that we become shrouded in melancholy.
She tried to combine the two mixtures into the flask when our teacher stopped her hand.
“What are you doing?!” He shouted with a bewildered look.
I wasn’t exactly sure why we tried this experiment in the first place, but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal; however, I didn’t consider the consequences of this impromptu experiment. I guess I’m not getting that A this semester.
When I combine the way I thought about things in the past with how I think about them now I get utterly confused. I think I need to just stick with the present.
He was silent as he smashed the tube on the edge of the burnt oak desk. She sat in the corner, mumbling quietly to herself as her blood was sucked into the musty plastic bag. He calmly marched over to the large mixing vat and tossed the bloody shards of glass into the green liquid, combining their genes in an explosive fusion of talent.
Put it all together. Use your knowledge from one subject and let it influence another area of your life. Combine it. There is always something in the back of our brain’s that can relate to something else we are currently dealing with—we just have to find a way to retrieve it and apply it. Everything you learn is meaningful and it only loses that quality if you do not choose to blend it with other things.
oh geez, again. what happens when i combine all these things on my list, into one wild mix…hauh, no not wild, not yet, and need to keep nuruturing that wild space, that one and only, because it is easy to let it slip away into the everyday ether.
Combine this pill with that one and maybe a few others, just to be sure they do the trick. I just called my “best friend” and told her I was going to kill myself. No one would guess it about me but this was the second time I’d made such a call, to the same person even. All I know is that everything leading up to this happened very slowly, over the years. It wasn’t ever one big thing, like they always make it seem in the movies although I had my fair share of those too.My decline was more like a tire with a tiny pinhole leak. Few people began noticed when I wasn’t quite holding my shape right anymore because I had been slowly deflating over the years.
“Let us combine like water and sand, let us meet the air, like drops of rain. And bring us together, once again.” Carly Simon
I want to combine words and ideas together to create an explosion of truth and emotion. I want to take all that is in my soul and paint it with pen on paper and create a masterpiece to speak to everyone as a whole. I want it to be dramatic and calm, I want it to be ridiculous and serious, I want each sentence to bring tears and laughter. I want to write the travesty that is this one wild life that we are each given. I want each word and the sounds they make with the other words to ring vibrations of the truest truth that speaks of love and uncertainty or weaknesses and insecurities. I want it to speak of quirks and hardships and heart-ships and death. I want it to be humorous and ridiculous. I want it to cathartic. I want it to be me. I want it to be you. The proverbial “you” whom I alway refer. You. The one I love. Me. Us. Combined. Our stories our lives our hearts out minds our bodies. Us. Combined. Truely and forever. I want to write us.
I didn’t know that one could combine love with such melancholy. I had no idea it could taste so bittersweet. I didn’t like the taste, the texture in my mouth. The sadness oozed its way into my lungs, making me cough up sickness. I poured this sickness into your life’s cup so you could taste the sad, the tears. What a poor combination.
I stumbled at the last moment over an exposed piece of stone. My hands landed instinctively on the rough rim and grabbed at its dense covering of shiney-leafed plants. As I soon found out, the well was covered in ivy of both the regular and poison variety. I spent the next few itchy days treating the boils all down my arms with a combination of ice and calamine lotion.
I thought I would combine all the ingredients and get a perfect cake until I realized, I had no flour, I had no sugar, only cocoa and eggs. Chocolate eggs? Who makes chocolate eggs for a party?
Let’s combine bodily fluids. What? I’m definitely not being poetic with this one. Let’s just do it and make a mess of it so that when people walk in the room, they take one breath of air and know that every possible table, wall, and corner was engulfed in sin not to long ago.
She shuttered in awe of what she was about to experience. Watching the dust combine with the swirling air, it was but mere seconds before she would join them, forever swept away in this violent wonder. She tried to run, but felt her feet being pulled against the direction she wished to be heading. She panicked, fear sweeping her body. And, just before the magnificent force of nature took her, she smiled; she laughed. He knows now it was for him. She wanted that to be the last picture of her to remember. Walking by her casket, he couldn’t look. Not now. Not ever. That terrified smile was how she wished to be remembered. And, that was how he would honor her.
“Combine our efforts?” Della stared at the homeroom teacher for a full minute. She perched one perfectly manicured hand on her petite waist and wrinkled her nose. “You want me to actually…participate?”
Mrs. Donovan sighed. The air of an adult having grown used to repeating themselves as if only to hear the sound of their own voice. “Yes Miss Della,” She circled around the little desk. “We would prefer if you two were to actually use your-”
“We’ve got it Mrs. D.” Anabelle interrupted, hurriedly. She scurried across the homeroom, wiping her hands on the front of her hoodie. “Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be late, there was a line–bathroom–you know,” she gestured off-handedly to the hallway. Her snapping green eyes flickered over the glass beakers, plastic mixing spoon and metal basin. “Oooh, are we doing page fifty-four?” She rocked forward on pink converse sneakers. “Tell me we’re doing page fifty-four.” The brunet snatched up the mixing spoon and began to tap it in her other hand. “I wanna mix.”
Mrs. Donovan stared between them. She heaved a sigh and turned away. “So as long as you complete the assignment!”
Anabelle waited until the teacher was well out of hearing rang. She reached into her hoodie’s kangaroo pocket and handed over a handful of dry paper. “Here. Give it to Shayna and hurry back.”
The blonde hesitated, then leaned forward on the pretense of inspecting her best friend’s earrings. She slipped the paper under the edge of her miniskirt and crossed the room a moment later, to where a redhead sat in the chair in the corner.
Della dropped the paper in Shayna’s lap and continued on as if she were heading to the washing station for another glass beaker. “Quit being a crybaby.” She hissed, softly. “They hired us to ruin their worlds, not to ruin ours.”
The sniffling cadet shuffled to her feet and blew her nose quietly. A moment later, she trailed after Della. “…Thanks.”
“Thank Anabelle.” Della filled an empty beaker and pretended to measure the water. “She’s the one who risked a demerit for that.”
Shayna huffed. “I don’t expect you to understand, it’s paper.”
“So?”
“So, when you combine them, I can do this.” Shayna snapped her fingers. A flicker of pink-orange flame exploded in the palm of her hand, dancing over it. “Got a problem?”
“Watch it!” Della flicked a wet hand at the dancing flames. “Do you want to give us away?”
Putting things together to create something beautiful. Like two people in love or children making friends on the first day of school. A person and a new puppy. Life itself.
It was all coming together so lovely. I had the blue smock on with the red hair dye set in place upon the counter. RED to DIE for, it says on the box. Just what I want. Now to combine the ingredients to create the proper mix.
She stood at the edge of the dojo, squirming in front of the bathroom door. Her feet hopped from side to side, and she clenched the brown belt in her hands. Filling the bathroom doorway was her sensei, leaned on the wood side with his arms folded.
“Student. Have I taught you nothing?”
“Of course you have!”
“Obviously not. You’re still not a master, hence your brown belt. I’ve watched you closely these few years, and I’ve waited. You’ve still yet to apply the Pee Fu principles. Focus and patiene, when combined, is the only way to success in holding your bladder. You still need much practice, student.”
As I take the pasta out of the package everything falls into place. The water is boiling with passion and the sautee is exquisitely simmering. I’ve never been able to time this out so accurately. Ever. Dinner a success. Now to pour the wine and set the table. I wish I could have vodka instead.
the combination of many numbers locks what we hold true inside, but what is what is true, is now false. now we’ve locked up lies that we can never be forgiven from…
Together. This word brings to mind the word together. To bring things close and make one. One thing formed by two objects. Like you combine 1 and 1 to equal 2. Or you combined chocolate with milk to create chocolate milk.
Combining. Bringing together two different things to form one thing. Honestly, the example prevailing in my mind is marriage. I got a boyfriend this week, and that’s exciting. I’ve known him for awhile, and he was my friend. He’s a ginger. Yay. But anyway, that’s what I’m thinking of. Maybe it’s the love sickness thing. Woo.
Combining your knowledge with mine. Sinking into the comfort of your arms, into your strength. Combining our strengths and weaknesses to make the perfect pair. Always one. Infininte combinations could occur. You never know what you will get from us. Perfect.
I guess that if you combined the me there, and the me here, you wouldn’t really get a whole. There’s probably just too many of me, and the personalities I’ve thrown away, and it gets to a point where you wouldn’t know what you’re combining. It’s such a mess. I’m a mess. All over the place and yet I’m still me, I think that’s something to think about. I guess my split personality is scary sometimes, and even I wouldn’t know it. Others around me know it, so sometimes they just… run.
My one thing that I have always argued over is what to combine in nature and mankind that will inevitably be useful. How many times do we have to get it wrong?
I wish I could combine my different grades to create an A. Not that that is possible. Why am I failing? I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll end up working in a combine. Okay, I’m not failing that horribly. But it’s still dismal. Combines are nothing to be ashamed of, though. I suppose. Still, I wish I was doing better. Whatever. I guess.
Combine. To put together two or more things . But they do not necessarily have to go well together. But you can still add other things to make those two things eventually work. It may take a lot of effort, brainstorming, and time, but it is possible. Anything is possible…you just gotta believe
Combine, we do it all the time. When we eat, when we work and even when we sleep! Mashing things together has been a trend ever since Adam and Eve first steps began.
combine motivation with hunger and dedication you can achieve anything you want in life. combine that with a good image and you can be the boss. combine skills and connections and you can be an icon.
put together, work together, come together. be one. love. peace. god. spirit. family. friends. life. becoming. COMBING
Be different, be friendly, combine with different people
“Combine the two things you see in font of you” he said. Oh god I hoped they blew up in his face just like the rest of his life already had. It would be quite entertaining to watch him explode with it.
Blue and yellow makes green, water + flour + yeast is a pretty effective combination for bread. Imagination + ingenuity + materials = something new. Imagination + stasis creates boredom. 2 + 2 is four, and high school geometry and basic calculus create a longing for basic, sensible math that doesn’t go away.
The clashed and wondered around at the same time never knowing that deep down when together always it would be fatal. Drawn to each other but deadly when combined. Like two chemcials with a magnetical pull destined for trajedy. A most terribly crossed combation.
You can’t combine all these hours, these memories, into one coherent film. Appreciate them as moments, not a production, not a presentation. Certainly not a work of art.
Ask and ye shall receive. Curiosity killed the catapult. somewhere the cliches seem to blur into in-congruent masses. and then we fine a way to make them more. life like, real, congruent with reality.
Gather unto. Combine two to make anew being. It lets you play god for a few short minutes. Combine these two and create goodness.
when our powers combine, we can do good and bring forth our respective talents and knowledge. when we do so, there is no problem that cannot be solved, it is only when we choose to alienate ourselves from our collective existence that we become shrouded in melancholy.
She tried to combine the two mixtures into the flask when our teacher stopped her hand.
“What are you doing?!” He shouted with a bewildered look.
I wasn’t exactly sure why we tried this experiment in the first place, but I didn’t think it was that big of a deal; however, I didn’t consider the consequences of this impromptu experiment. I guess I’m not getting that A this semester.
When I combine the way I thought about things in the past with how I think about them now I get utterly confused. I think I need to just stick with the present.
He was silent as he smashed the tube on the edge of the burnt oak desk. She sat in the corner, mumbling quietly to herself as her blood was sucked into the musty plastic bag. He calmly marched over to the large mixing vat and tossed the bloody shards of glass into the green liquid, combining their genes in an explosive fusion of talent.
Put it all together. Use your knowledge from one subject and let it influence another area of your life. Combine it. There is always something in the back of our brain’s that can relate to something else we are currently dealing with—we just have to find a way to retrieve it and apply it. Everything you learn is meaningful and it only loses that quality if you do not choose to blend it with other things.
oh geez, again. what happens when i combine all these things on my list, into one wild mix…hauh, no not wild, not yet, and need to keep nuruturing that wild space, that one and only, because it is easy to let it slip away into the everyday ether.
Combine this pill with that one and maybe a few others, just to be sure they do the trick. I just called my “best friend” and told her I was going to kill myself. No one would guess it about me but this was the second time I’d made such a call, to the same person even. All I know is that everything leading up to this happened very slowly, over the years. It wasn’t ever one big thing, like they always make it seem in the movies although I had my fair share of those too.My decline was more like a tire with a tiny pinhole leak. Few people began noticed when I wasn’t quite holding my shape right anymore because I had been slowly deflating over the years.
“Let us combine like water and sand, let us meet the air, like drops of rain. And bring us together, once again.” Carly Simon
I want to combine words and ideas together to create an explosion of truth and emotion. I want to take all that is in my soul and paint it with pen on paper and create a masterpiece to speak to everyone as a whole. I want it to be dramatic and calm, I want it to be ridiculous and serious, I want each sentence to bring tears and laughter. I want to write the travesty that is this one wild life that we are each given. I want each word and the sounds they make with the other words to ring vibrations of the truest truth that speaks of love and uncertainty or weaknesses and insecurities. I want it to speak of quirks and hardships and heart-ships and death. I want it to be humorous and ridiculous. I want it to cathartic. I want it to be me. I want it to be you. The proverbial “you” whom I alway refer. You. The one I love. Me. Us. Combined. Our stories our lives our hearts out minds our bodies. Us. Combined. Truely and forever. I want to write us.
I didn’t know that one could combine love with such melancholy. I had no idea it could taste so bittersweet. I didn’t like the taste, the texture in my mouth. The sadness oozed its way into my lungs, making me cough up sickness. I poured this sickness into your life’s cup so you could taste the sad, the tears. What a poor combination.
I stumbled at the last moment over an exposed piece of stone. My hands landed instinctively on the rough rim and grabbed at its dense covering of shiney-leafed plants. As I soon found out, the well was covered in ivy of both the regular and poison variety. I spent the next few itchy days treating the boils all down my arms with a combination of ice and calamine lotion.
I thought I would combine all the ingredients and get a perfect cake until I realized, I had no flour, I had no sugar, only cocoa and eggs. Chocolate eggs? Who makes chocolate eggs for a party?
Let’s combine bodily fluids. What? I’m definitely not being poetic with this one. Let’s just do it and make a mess of it so that when people walk in the room, they take one breath of air and know that every possible table, wall, and corner was engulfed in sin not to long ago.
She shuttered in awe of what she was about to experience. Watching the dust combine with the swirling air, it was but mere seconds before she would join them, forever swept away in this violent wonder. She tried to run, but felt her feet being pulled against the direction she wished to be heading. She panicked, fear sweeping her body. And, just before the magnificent force of nature took her, she smiled; she laughed. He knows now it was for him. She wanted that to be the last picture of her to remember. Walking by her casket, he couldn’t look. Not now. Not ever. That terrified smile was how she wished to be remembered. And, that was how he would honor her.
“Combine our efforts?” Della stared at the homeroom teacher for a full minute. She perched one perfectly manicured hand on her petite waist and wrinkled her nose. “You want me to actually…participate?”
Mrs. Donovan sighed. The air of an adult having grown used to repeating themselves as if only to hear the sound of their own voice. “Yes Miss Della,” She circled around the little desk. “We would prefer if you two were to actually use your-”
“We’ve got it Mrs. D.” Anabelle interrupted, hurriedly. She scurried across the homeroom, wiping her hands on the front of her hoodie. “Sorry. Sorry. I didn’t mean to be late, there was a line–bathroom–you know,” she gestured off-handedly to the hallway. Her snapping green eyes flickered over the glass beakers, plastic mixing spoon and metal basin. “Oooh, are we doing page fifty-four?” She rocked forward on pink converse sneakers. “Tell me we’re doing page fifty-four.” The brunet snatched up the mixing spoon and began to tap it in her other hand. “I wanna mix.”
Mrs. Donovan stared between them. She heaved a sigh and turned away. “So as long as you complete the assignment!”
Anabelle waited until the teacher was well out of hearing rang. She reached into her hoodie’s kangaroo pocket and handed over a handful of dry paper. “Here. Give it to Shayna and hurry back.”
The blonde hesitated, then leaned forward on the pretense of inspecting her best friend’s earrings. She slipped the paper under the edge of her miniskirt and crossed the room a moment later, to where a redhead sat in the chair in the corner.
Della dropped the paper in Shayna’s lap and continued on as if she were heading to the washing station for another glass beaker. “Quit being a crybaby.” She hissed, softly. “They hired us to ruin their worlds, not to ruin ours.”
The sniffling cadet shuffled to her feet and blew her nose quietly. A moment later, she trailed after Della. “…Thanks.”
“Thank Anabelle.” Della filled an empty beaker and pretended to measure the water. “She’s the one who risked a demerit for that.”
Shayna huffed. “I don’t expect you to understand, it’s paper.”
“So?”
“So, when you combine them, I can do this.” Shayna snapped her fingers. A flicker of pink-orange flame exploded in the palm of her hand, dancing over it. “Got a problem?”
“Watch it!” Della flicked a wet hand at the dancing flames. “Do you want to give us away?”
Putting things together to create something beautiful. Like two people in love or children making friends on the first day of school. A person and a new puppy. Life itself.
is to find the match to that thing that you find important or not
It was all coming together so lovely. I had the blue smock on with the red hair dye set in place upon the counter. RED to DIE for, it says on the box. Just what I want. Now to combine the ingredients to create the proper mix.
“Hurry up! I gotta pee!”
She stood at the edge of the dojo, squirming in front of the bathroom door. Her feet hopped from side to side, and she clenched the brown belt in her hands. Filling the bathroom doorway was her sensei, leaned on the wood side with his arms folded.
“Student. Have I taught you nothing?”
“Of course you have!”
“Obviously not. You’re still not a master, hence your brown belt. I’ve watched you closely these few years, and I’ve waited. You’ve still yet to apply the Pee Fu principles. Focus and patiene, when combined, is the only way to success in holding your bladder. You still need much practice, student.”
“…”
As I take the pasta out of the package everything falls into place. The water is boiling with passion and the sautee is exquisitely simmering. I’ve never been able to time this out so accurately. Ever. Dinner a success. Now to pour the wine and set the table. I wish I could have vodka instead.
the combination of many numbers locks what we hold true inside, but what is what is true, is now false. now we’ve locked up lies that we can never be forgiven from…
Together. This word brings to mind the word together. To bring things close and make one. One thing formed by two objects. Like you combine 1 and 1 to equal 2. Or you combined chocolate with milk to create chocolate milk.
adding things together, mixing, crushing. shifting sifting. mixing colours, baking. pouring stirring grinding,, electric beaters,
Combining. Bringing together two different things to form one thing. Honestly, the example prevailing in my mind is marriage. I got a boyfriend this week, and that’s exciting. I’ve known him for awhile, and he was my friend. He’s a ginger. Yay. But anyway, that’s what I’m thinking of. Maybe it’s the love sickness thing. Woo.
Combining your knowledge with mine. Sinking into the comfort of your arms, into your strength. Combining our strengths and weaknesses to make the perfect pair. Always one. Infininte combinations could occur. You never know what you will get from us. Perfect.
I guess that if you combined the me there, and the me here, you wouldn’t really get a whole. There’s probably just too many of me, and the personalities I’ve thrown away, and it gets to a point where you wouldn’t know what you’re combining. It’s such a mess. I’m a mess. All over the place and yet I’m still me, I think that’s something to think about. I guess my split personality is scary sometimes, and even I wouldn’t know it. Others around me know it, so sometimes they just… run.
To someone else.
My one thing that I have always argued over is what to combine in nature and mankind that will inevitably be useful. How many times do we have to get it wrong?
I wish I could combine my different grades to create an A. Not that that is possible. Why am I failing? I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll end up working in a combine. Okay, I’m not failing that horribly. But it’s still dismal. Combines are nothing to be ashamed of, though. I suppose. Still, I wish I was doing better. Whatever. I guess.
Combine. To put together two or more things . But they do not necessarily have to go well together. But you can still add other things to make those two things eventually work. It may take a lot of effort, brainstorming, and time, but it is possible. Anything is possible…you just gotta believe
Combine, we do it all the time. When we eat, when we work and even when we sleep! Mashing things together has been a trend ever since Adam and Eve first steps began.
combine pizza and beer for boys candy and wine for girls. Family and friends mother and daughter sisters and brothers. Mom and dad .
Bring it all together. Becoming one. Mixing things. Interlock. Join together. Blend.
combine motivation with hunger and dedication you can achieve anything you want in life. combine that with a good image and you can be the boss. combine skills and connections and you can be an icon.
“With our powers combined, we shall rule the – ”
“Question.”
The newest supervillain, Viper Victor, sighed loudly and pointed at his might-be-new-but-already-reconsidering-it sidekick. “Yes, Rob?”
“What if our powers combined isn’t, well, quite enough?”
Victor breathed sharply through his nostrils. “What?”
“As in the chemical reactions that result wouldn’t…”
“Stop it, Rob.”
put together, work together, come together. be one. love. peace. god. spirit. family. friends. life. becoming. COMBING
Be different, be friendly, combine with different people
“Combine the two things you see in font of you” he said. Oh god I hoped they blew up in his face just like the rest of his life already had. It would be quite entertaining to watch him explode with it.
Blue and yellow makes green, water + flour + yeast is a pretty effective combination for bread. Imagination + ingenuity + materials = something new. Imagination + stasis creates boredom. 2 + 2 is four, and high school geometry and basic calculus create a longing for basic, sensible math that doesn’t go away.
The clashed and wondered around at the same time never knowing that deep down when together always it would be fatal. Drawn to each other but deadly when combined. Like two chemcials with a magnetical pull destined for trajedy. A most terribly crossed combation.
You can’t combine all these hours, these memories, into one coherent film. Appreciate them as moments, not a production, not a presentation. Certainly not a work of art.
Ask and ye shall receive. Curiosity killed the catapult. somewhere the cliches seem to blur into in-congruent masses. and then we fine a way to make them more. life like, real, congruent with reality.