I created a monster yesterday. He was cute, cuddly ears, fair skin, but I had to destroy him because that’s the deal with monsters: it’s them or you. But when I took the knife and held it above him his eyes grew sad and he said, “Why?” And I said, “Because that’s how it’s written.”
art and for some reason, probably because of creationism, i think of god creating the world. which is odd for an atheist to think. but more than anything, i just think of giving birth to something, be it human, mammal, art form, book, idea, morals.
She was created miles and miles beneath the sea. Her skin was a shining bronze, and her eyes were the color of mercury. Her heart was as warm as the earth’s core, which was only a few miles underneath her every footstep.
I created some writing. It’s called creative writing. Duh. Anyway, I created some writing; it was a story. But I didn’t finish it because I’m just an intuitive writer. I can’t structure an entire scene before I start to write.
Must be a trick of the light,” Julie thought as she gazed intently at the painting. “But, someone is sitting among the tall grass blades.” She created it in an effort at realism but this was a little too real. The day before, the waterfall had begun to seep onto the easel below. At first she thought it was the upstairs neighbor’s pipes overflowing, but now, the little gnome had moved from atop the great rock.
I have created a monster. A monster of a cake. I am not much of a chef. I don’t even like cake. I filled this one with drain cleaner and fed it to my brother. That will teach the lying cheating piece of pond scum to take my barbie doll without asking.
god created the earth, the moon, the plantes, and the universe, and us humans all take it for granted. We live our sad pitiful lives taking drugs, being bullies, hating our lives, while jesus christ gave his life for us. We should be ashamed, every single one of us.
I would love to create a painting that is beautiful and eye catching. I enjoy creativity especially when solving problems of a complex nature. I think I can improve my creativity through practice
first came the flood. then the nothingness. but all the sudden, suspended in a sunbeam something started to take shape. it grew from an itchy place in your crotch, earth, and all above
ah wilson created a world and then it got all crazy but he loved it anyways…. such a simple message so diluted with chaos but so deep and meaningful and timeless. love
I created a world that night. As I walked down the street, everything receded from my vision, the trees, the road, the sky all faded from view and lapsed into nothing. I was alone with infinity.
That’s how long I have been on to you – since you were created out of skin and bone and inhibition. That’s how long you have been mine – since I created you out of your misgivings and simple mind and organs.
i created the moon and then some guy stole it and it was like what happened. no one lived. the sun burned out and died because it couldn’t bear to be with the moon. humans died everyday. the earth was just too cold.
“You created this. Why did you bother with them in the first place?”
My tone grew strenous as I questioned the one responsible for the mess we had been thrown into, which incidentally involved the potential destruction of all. Knowing this, out strict privacy policy lost a lot of importance.
I felt the insane shiver go down my spine. Here I was, dealing with this spawn. This monster I created. It was awful, knowing that all this was my fault. That everyone was suffering because of me. I’m at fault for this…
i feel like life is boring and i desire more and need something new and exciting. I need to create a new life, a new shell, a new me, i need to be a new me. creation.
i once created a dream, where nothing was right and everything was out of place, i never knew their names, or where they lived, i didn’t even know why they were there, just sitting in those seats, staring. this was the dream i created. i didn’t even know why, but it seemed so perfect at the time and now so wrong to think about.
Before there was the earth or the moon or the stars, there was only one. And that one, no matter what we may call it today, split into a million billion trillion little pieces.
I’ve always wanted to create something- a song, a book, an anything, honestly. I have always wanted to leave a mark… to feel significant. But in the end I know it’s no use: we are all going to die; we all end up in the same place.
People say that God “created the Earth” etcetera and there is an interesting debate among those who call themselves “Deists” about whether or not God actually had a role after the creation of that world. Perhaps God does exist and perhaps God does not exist, but the idea of Deism is certainly intriguing.
This havoc was created over a period of six years. Six long, silent years. Then…boom. It hit. Everything went downhill. Everything I ever knew was questioned. While everyone’s hearts were saddened and tears flowed heavily, I stood by myself, still angry at her; the drought was long.
I was created by God. I was created to do great things. I don’t always know how to go about it, but I’ve been put on this earth to do something special. I was created in His image…whatever that means.
Created. Creation.
Why the past tense?
What has been created will be created is being created again
Creation.
They are feared,
creators Creators,
feared because they do what others cannot
make something out of nothing
they are miracle workers.
“Tom! It’s time to GO!” she had been at this for 5 minutes and was beyond frustrated.
“But I don’t WANT to go!”
“It’s not an option! Not this time – Let’s go… please” she cried plaintively.
“No” The more she fought, the more sullen he grew.
“He’s just like you, you know.” It was a statement, not a question and she glowered at the shadow of the man standing in the doorway behind her.
“God… I’ve created a monster then!”
don’t think
don’t speak
let the music guide you
don’t write
don’t type
let the thoughts control you
don’t let go
don’t hold too tight
let emotions out
don’t stop
don’t ever stop
let yourself create…. what you are
what you will be.
I once created a monster. I didnt mean to but then it was too late. Now its mine forever and I cant get ride of it. Its a monster to everyone but mostly to me. Its my worst nightmare and my child all in one. I created me and I wont go away
The lord created the world in seven days, or so they say. What if that really is just a metaphor for a much longer time, or maybe there were seven lords and they each had one day to make their contribution. What makes us think that they were the original creators anyway?
I created a monster yesterday. He was cute, cuddly ears, fair skin, but I had to destroy him because that’s the deal with monsters: it’s them or you. But when I took the knife and held it above him his eyes grew sad and he said, “Why?” And I said, “Because that’s how it’s written.”
god, life
people
metal
possiblilities
loves
lives
unknown
real
imaginary
Something everyone tries to accomplish, creating something worthwhile.
art and for some reason, probably because of creationism, i think of god creating the world. which is odd for an atheist to think. but more than anything, i just think of giving birth to something, be it human, mammal, art form, book, idea, morals.
She was created miles and miles beneath the sea. Her skin was a shining bronze, and her eyes were the color of mercury. Her heart was as warm as the earth’s core, which was only a few miles underneath her every footstep.
I created some writing. It’s called creative writing. Duh. Anyway, I created some writing; it was a story. But I didn’t finish it because I’m just an intuitive writer. I can’t structure an entire scene before I start to write.
Must be a trick of the light,” Julie thought as she gazed intently at the painting. “But, someone is sitting among the tall grass blades.” She created it in an effort at realism but this was a little too real. The day before, the waterfall had begun to seep onto the easel below. At first she thought it was the upstairs neighbor’s pipes overflowing, but now, the little gnome had moved from atop the great rock.
one is all i need; too many words make matters more complicated.
just one word can have great impact in the lives of many. i believe in one word!
I have created a monster. A monster of a cake. I am not much of a chef. I don’t even like cake. I filled this one with drain cleaner and fed it to my brother. That will teach the lying cheating piece of pond scum to take my barbie doll without asking.
god created the earth, the moon, the plantes, and the universe, and us humans all take it for granted. We live our sad pitiful lives taking drugs, being bullies, hating our lives, while jesus christ gave his life for us. We should be ashamed, every single one of us.
I created a painting of a women in a red velvet dress.
I would love to create a painting that is beautiful and eye catching. I enjoy creativity especially when solving problems of a complex nature. I think I can improve my creativity through practice
first came the flood. then the nothingness. but all the sudden, suspended in a sunbeam something started to take shape. it grew from an itchy place in your crotch, earth, and all above
ah wilson created a world and then it got all crazy but he loved it anyways…. such a simple message so diluted with chaos but so deep and meaningful and timeless. love
i created… robot… God, god created…
im drunk and the only 2 things i can think of are
1: Drunk =D
2: How the hell do you use this keyboard thingy???
I created a world that night. As I walked down the street, everything receded from my vision, the trees, the road, the sky all faded from view and lapsed into nothing. I was alone with infinity.
It’s a question of purpose, really.
That’s how long I have been on to you – since you were created out of skin and bone and inhibition. That’s how long you have been mine – since I created you out of your misgivings and simple mind and organs.
i created the moon and then some guy stole it and it was like what happened. no one lived. the sun burned out and died because it couldn’t bear to be with the moon. humans died everyday. the earth was just too cold.
“You created this. Why did you bother with them in the first place?”
My tone grew strenous as I questioned the one responsible for the mess we had been thrown into, which incidentally involved the potential destruction of all. Knowing this, out strict privacy policy lost a lot of importance.
I felt the insane shiver go down my spine. Here I was, dealing with this spawn. This monster I created. It was awful, knowing that all this was my fault. That everyone was suffering because of me. I’m at fault for this…
i feel like life is boring and i desire more and need something new and exciting. I need to create a new life, a new shell, a new me, i need to be a new me. creation.
i once created a dream, where nothing was right and everything was out of place, i never knew their names, or where they lived, i didn’t even know why they were there, just sitting in those seats, staring. this was the dream i created. i didn’t even know why, but it seemed so perfect at the time and now so wrong to think about.
Before there was the earth or the moon or the stars, there was only one. And that one, no matter what we may call it today, split into a million billion trillion little pieces.
I’ve always wanted to create something- a song, a book, an anything, honestly. I have always wanted to leave a mark… to feel significant. But in the end I know it’s no use: we are all going to die; we all end up in the same place.
People say that God “created the Earth” etcetera and there is an interesting debate among those who call themselves “Deists” about whether or not God actually had a role after the creation of that world. Perhaps God does exist and perhaps God does not exist, but the idea of Deism is certainly intriguing.
I created the opportunity.
I had all the moves choreographed.
Everything was planned.
It was all,
Perfect.
This havoc was created over a period of six years. Six long, silent years. Then…boom. It hit. Everything went downhill. Everything I ever knew was questioned. While everyone’s hearts were saddened and tears flowed heavily, I stood by myself, still angry at her; the drought was long.
I was created by God. I was created to do great things. I don’t always know how to go about it, but I’ve been put on this earth to do something special. I was created in His image…whatever that means.
Once I created the perfect story in my mind, but writing it was another thing.
I created a Web site and a new business. I’m excited as hell and need to stay persistent and have faith!
His eyes gazed into mine as the words we created from passion spread across the page.
This is how the world begins.
Created. Creation.
Why the past tense?
What has been created will be created is being created again
Creation.
They are feared,
creators Creators,
feared because they do what others cannot
make something out of nothing
they are miracle workers.
To make or builed something wonderful with your hands and mind. To find the inner you and change it. To bulid.
“Tom! It’s time to GO!” she had been at this for 5 minutes and was beyond frustrated.
“But I don’t WANT to go!”
“It’s not an option! Not this time – Let’s go… please” she cried plaintively.
“No” The more she fought, the more sullen he grew.
“He’s just like you, you know.” It was a statement, not a question and she glowered at the shadow of the man standing in the doorway behind her.
“God… I’ve created a monster then!”
created in the past tense. i like to think there’s more to come.
don’t think
don’t speak
let the music guide you
don’t write
don’t type
let the thoughts control you
don’t let go
don’t hold too tight
let emotions out
don’t stop
don’t ever stop
let yourself create…. what you are
what you will be.
delay in contact
I once created a monster. I didnt mean to but then it was too late. Now its mine forever and I cant get ride of it. Its a monster to everyone but mostly to me. Its my worst nightmare and my child all in one. I created me and I wont go away
I created the world with tiny fingers and flattened it between my palms. All chaos and joy drowning in the play-dough blue ocean.
The lord created the world in seven days, or so they say. What if that really is just a metaphor for a much longer time, or maybe there were seven lords and they each had one day to make their contribution. What makes us think that they were the original creators anyway?