Crossed minds, crossed paths, crossed love.
A triangle of the world’s most dangerous power.
Cross hearts and dreams and wonders.
Love, passion, want, need.
You’ll always get the same results, the same ending.
Happiness, that fairytale story ending.
But it won’t end with bliss for everyone.
There will always be hurt, pain and suffering.
And more want, more need, more suffering.
In the end, crossed minds, dreams, wonders and love.
It all hurts, bleeds and cries.
Love Kills.
jesus’ death. carmen was crossed by shane. shane has crossed a lot of characters. shane does not love, but then again makes people that she crosses fall in love…. everyone falls for her
I saw him cross the street without looking. I then pondered whether all life’s old lessons would soon be forgotten. Would all these old tricks disappear?
I crossed the quad as I had done hundreds of times in the past four years, but for the first time it seemed as though the buildings rose as tyrants around me. My insignificance seemed to swallow me as I wondered again and again: what is next?
I crossed the street and there he was, standing. Almost, like a giant overlooking his prophetic kingdom. I stared in awe, wondering what thoughts were pursuing that head. I wanted to know, I yearned for it.
Star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, or Sawyer and Juliet of TV’s “Lost,” are inherently more interesting than couples destined to be together, like Adam and Eve or Jack and Kate of TV’s “Lost.”
I have been crossed many times but never showed it. I tend to hold in my anger because I am afraid of the reactions of others. Which is stupid, because in the end it’s unhealthy. emotionsally, for me
It never crossed my mind that one day everything will go back to the way it was all those years ago. All it takes is time to flush you out of my life and I’d soon forget that you were ever there. Until we cross roads again, let me not be reminded of you.
I looked at the paths before us, wondering where to go. i have no idea our paths would cross like this. did you? did you see it in the distance, in that fortune teller’s map? were you ready for me as I was not for you? for shame! you should know better than to tease me with innocence.
The courtyard was cold. Jennsen huddled beneath his standard issue cloak and nursed warmth back into his fingers. He watched his feet as he walked, and looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. His eyes fell on a tall, stoic figure with blond hair and a dashing white smile. Brant. Bastard. Their paths were bound to cross sooner or later, he supposed, but in the back of the mind he guessed he figured on later. Miscalculations are a bitch.
“See you in the practice yard Killmore. Killmore…” He laughed, “So fucking ironic, haha.” He kept walking, still muttering and laughing to himself.
“I’m going to kick that pretty smile right off that asshole’s face.” Jennsen vowed to himself silently, peeling a blister off his sword hand. And he felt better.
i crossed the street one day and saw a boy. he was around my age with luxurious black hair and deep blue eyes. he looked sad. he was soon to be my best friend. i named him Jake and he smiled at me. hello, Jake. welcome to the universe. it loves you.
I’ve never been able to cross my eyes. I mean, when I was young, maybe, but now the thought of it makes me squirm, and I wonder if my eyes really would stick like that. I feel like my fiancée would dump me if I had crossed eyes. I wouldn’t blame him, really. Creepy.
She crossed her arms and stared at him. What did he think she was supposed to do? Just not do anything about it? He had let her down. And now he must face the consequences. Severe, unadulterated consequences. Now who was in control.
Crossed in the heart. Crossed in love. Double crossed and crossed again. No-one will ever quite be able to explain that feeling of being crossed over. It hurts. Like nothing else. Don’t get crossed child.
And if you do, make sure you cross over to the other side quickly. Escape what you think is true. Run over the road, checking for cars first, and get out of this double crossing town. Now..
She crossed the street shivering, walking farther away from the blaring music and pulling her sweater around her in the cold. She wanted to walk home, curl up, and go to bed. As she moved further and further into the neighborhood, though, she began to worry; she was relatively attractice and it was night. She wondered if she would be alright just as a familiar car pulled up beside her.
“hey, you want a ride?”
Crossed, star crossed lovers, both alike in dignity in Fair Verona Where we lay our scene where ancient blood breaks to new mutiny. Civil blood makes civil hands unclean…meh =(
it’s a child-like hope, you know. you cross your fingers, screw your eyes shut, your nose scrunches just so, and you hopehopehope. you hope he likes you. you hope you’ll be alright. you hope it’s good enough. you hope and you hope, and when the bough breaks, you can’t say you didn’t try. you can’t say you didn’t care. you sat still, and i know that’s hard for you, but you sat still and you thought and you pre-planned and you formulated some kind of ultimate map of how the world works; how your life was supposed to work. i know you tried. i saw every crestfallen expression befall your face. i saw every disappointing flash of news shake you to the bone. i saw your world shatter, and i saw you try to pick up the pieces and put them in a rusted tin box, locked in your room, kept to yourself. believe you me, if every time i saw you cross your fingers i could make all right in the world, i’d dissipate all of your woes as fast as earth hurls through space. i would make sure you’d never have to cross your fingers again. if only you’d put those hands to better use, and thread your fingers through my own. maybe then, you wouldn’t have to hope, and maybe then all would be right.
the road saw a man begging for change. asked him about his life and how he cam to be begging for change. the story he told changed my life his was a life full of strife made mine seem gentle and kind.
you crossed my mind two seconds ago and i keep wondering why can’t you care for me too?
i have a total crush on you and you just smile at me and laugh and act like it doesn’t matter.
and you know.
you fucking crossed my mind and now i can’t erase you from my mind.
He realized that he had made a mistake as he was in the process of committing it. He had crossed himself in front of Halel. When he had promised the man that he had given up on his ‘superstitious beliefs’.
Edel glanced over at the other man to see those old eyes resting heavily on his face with disapproval.
“Go to hell.” Edel mouthed at his companion. He could cross himself if he wanted to, Halel didn’t own him.
i do it when i walk into church. automatically. it’s been engraved into my mind from my 9 years as a catholic school girl and the years before that being raised as a good little catholic child. i may not agree with everything the church stands for but i believe in god, and that’s why i cross myself.
We crossed each others paths and only I looked back. You might not know me but I know you. I don’t mind if you pay no attention to me. One more time, come walk by me and let my heart flutter.
cross eyed starry eyed all of the above
with nothing left tvut to hold your breath, close your eyes and step into whatever may be heading your way
it could be a sun rising to meet you
or stars falling behind
either way you’ll find
cross eyed and starry eyed and everything in between
like a star that can’t wait for night
or a sun that wants nothing more than to touch the horizon and see the break of day
or the break of night
?
it could be either
LONGING
is what it develops to
They all had one: a shimmery X across their chests. Apparently they thought making them gold would fool them into thinking it was more diginified, but no one was fooled.
He crossed the dirt road, watching as the school bus passed by. White faces. Smiling, laughing, boisterous noises emanating from the creaky wheels of the bus. He furrowed his eyes.
As I crossed his name of the list, I felt hollow inside. I was expecting to feel relief or pride or something. But no. I still felt nothing. Where do I go from here?
Crossed. Durchggestrichen. Fünf, setzen! So geht es in der Schule zu. Richtig machen ist gefragt. Was nicht für richtig erachtet wird, wird durchgestrichen. “So ist recht”, hat mein Onkel immer gesagt. Sagt er heute noch. Das Onkelorakel. Wenn er sagt “So ist recht”, dann ist es recht. Sonst nicht.
She crossed the street with life in her eyes and a challenge too. I crossed to meet her, but then, passed her by, as if I had something to do.
Crossed minds, crossed paths, crossed love.
A triangle of the world’s most dangerous power.
Cross hearts and dreams and wonders.
Love, passion, want, need.
You’ll always get the same results, the same ending.
Happiness, that fairytale story ending.
But it won’t end with bliss for everyone.
There will always be hurt, pain and suffering.
And more want, more need, more suffering.
In the end, crossed minds, dreams, wonders and love.
It all hurts, bleeds and cries.
Love Kills.
jesus’ death. carmen was crossed by shane. shane has crossed a lot of characters. shane does not love, but then again makes people that she crosses fall in love…. everyone falls for her
I saw him cross the street without looking. I then pondered whether all life’s old lessons would soon be forgotten. Would all these old tricks disappear?
I crossed the quad as I had done hundreds of times in the past four years, but for the first time it seemed as though the buildings rose as tyrants around me. My insignificance seemed to swallow me as I wondered again and again: what is next?
I crossed the street and there he was, standing. Almost, like a giant overlooking his prophetic kingdom. I stared in awe, wondering what thoughts were pursuing that head. I wanted to know, I yearned for it.
Star crossed lovers like Romeo and Juliet, or Sawyer and Juliet of TV’s “Lost,” are inherently more interesting than couples destined to be together, like Adam and Eve or Jack and Kate of TV’s “Lost.”
I have been crossed many times but never showed it. I tend to hold in my anger because I am afraid of the reactions of others. Which is stupid, because in the end it’s unhealthy. emotionsally, for me
It never crossed my mind that one day everything will go back to the way it was all those years ago. All it takes is time to flush you out of my life and I’d soon forget that you were ever there. Until we cross roads again, let me not be reminded of you.
crossed my heart hoped to die.
crossed the path where i met you.
crossed my mind as i sat in the dark.
crossed out the thought that we could be.
I looked at the paths before us, wondering where to go. i have no idea our paths would cross like this. did you? did you see it in the distance, in that fortune teller’s map? were you ready for me as I was not for you? for shame! you should know better than to tease me with innocence.
i had a person who i once thought was my friend, and when push came to shove, he gave me up to the cops. i was CROSSED. and one day he’ll be dead.
The courtyard was cold. Jennsen huddled beneath his standard issue cloak and nursed warmth back into his fingers. He watched his feet as he walked, and looked up at the sound of approaching footsteps. His eyes fell on a tall, stoic figure with blond hair and a dashing white smile. Brant. Bastard. Their paths were bound to cross sooner or later, he supposed, but in the back of the mind he guessed he figured on later. Miscalculations are a bitch.
“See you in the practice yard Killmore. Killmore…” He laughed, “So fucking ironic, haha.” He kept walking, still muttering and laughing to himself.
“I’m going to kick that pretty smile right off that asshole’s face.” Jennsen vowed to himself silently, peeling a blister off his sword hand. And he felt better.
I don’t get it, she said.
How could two lines going in opposite directions ever meet?
And I said,
Just look at us.
i crossed the street one day and saw a boy. he was around my age with luxurious black hair and deep blue eyes. he looked sad. he was soon to be my best friend. i named him Jake and he smiled at me. hello, Jake. welcome to the universe. it loves you.
I’ve never been able to cross my eyes. I mean, when I was young, maybe, but now the thought of it makes me squirm, and I wonder if my eyes really would stick like that. I feel like my fiancée would dump me if I had crossed eyes. I wouldn’t blame him, really. Creepy.
She crossed her arms and stared at him. What did he think she was supposed to do? Just not do anything about it? He had let her down. And now he must face the consequences. Severe, unadulterated consequences. Now who was in control.
Crossed in the heart. Crossed in love. Double crossed and crossed again. No-one will ever quite be able to explain that feeling of being crossed over. It hurts. Like nothing else. Don’t get crossed child.
And if you do, make sure you cross over to the other side quickly. Escape what you think is true. Run over the road, checking for cars first, and get out of this double crossing town. Now..
She crossed the street shivering, walking farther away from the blaring music and pulling her sweater around her in the cold. She wanted to walk home, curl up, and go to bed. As she moved further and further into the neighborhood, though, she began to worry; she was relatively attractice and it was night. She wondered if she would be alright just as a familiar car pulled up beside her.
“hey, you want a ride?”
Crossed, star crossed lovers, both alike in dignity in Fair Verona Where we lay our scene where ancient blood breaks to new mutiny. Civil blood makes civil hands unclean…meh =(
Their destiny was star crossed…it was a beautiful Romeo and Juliet kind of story…that we all knew could only end in tragedy.
it’s a child-like hope, you know. you cross your fingers, screw your eyes shut, your nose scrunches just so, and you hopehopehope. you hope he likes you. you hope you’ll be alright. you hope it’s good enough. you hope and you hope, and when the bough breaks, you can’t say you didn’t try. you can’t say you didn’t care. you sat still, and i know that’s hard for you, but you sat still and you thought and you pre-planned and you formulated some kind of ultimate map of how the world works; how your life was supposed to work. i know you tried. i saw every crestfallen expression befall your face. i saw every disappointing flash of news shake you to the bone. i saw your world shatter, and i saw you try to pick up the pieces and put them in a rusted tin box, locked in your room, kept to yourself. believe you me, if every time i saw you cross your fingers i could make all right in the world, i’d dissipate all of your woes as fast as earth hurls through space. i would make sure you’d never have to cross your fingers again. if only you’d put those hands to better use, and thread your fingers through my own. maybe then, you wouldn’t have to hope, and maybe then all would be right.
I once crossed a man with only one leg. He tried to take mine. It was terrible. I try to avoid those types of people.
He crossed me for the last time today.
I crossed my arms.
He crossed his eyes.
I crossed the street.
the road saw a man begging for change. asked him about his life and how he cam to be begging for change. the story he told changed my life his was a life full of strife made mine seem gentle and kind.
you crossed my mind two seconds ago and i keep wondering why can’t you care for me too?
i have a total crush on you and you just smile at me and laugh and act like it doesn’t matter.
and you know.
you fucking crossed my mind and now i can’t erase you from my mind.
He realized that he had made a mistake as he was in the process of committing it. He had crossed himself in front of Halel. When he had promised the man that he had given up on his ‘superstitious beliefs’.
Edel glanced over at the other man to see those old eyes resting heavily on his face with disapproval.
“Go to hell.” Edel mouthed at his companion. He could cross himself if he wanted to, Halel didn’t own him.
i do it when i walk into church. automatically. it’s been engraved into my mind from my 9 years as a catholic school girl and the years before that being raised as a good little catholic child. i may not agree with everything the church stands for but i believe in god, and that’s why i cross myself.
i could’t imagine being more crossed than I was at that moment…..
I crossed the fence and ran toward the house. He ran toward me but crossed in front of a truck and got hit. I crossed him off my list.
Crossed paths, crossed eyes, makes me confused. Makes me….cross.
I am here, trying a nibble from each path with my fork in the road.
I’m one whole person, but my arms are crossed up and I can’t see my heart.
We crossed each others paths and only I looked back. You might not know me but I know you. I don’t mind if you pay no attention to me. One more time, come walk by me and let my heart flutter.
cross eyed starry eyed all of the above
with nothing left tvut to hold your breath, close your eyes and step into whatever may be heading your way
it could be a sun rising to meet you
or stars falling behind
either way you’ll find
cross eyed and starry eyed and everything in between
like a star that can’t wait for night
or a sun that wants nothing more than to touch the horizon and see the break of day
or the break of night
?
it could be either
LONGING
is what it develops to
life is rarely what you expect to be. Well, today was an exception. I crossed the road thinking about cars and being hit, and then BAM! I was.
And that’s why I’m in the hospital.
They all had one: a shimmery X across their chests. Apparently they thought making them gold would fool them into thinking it was more diginified, but no one was fooled.
He crossed the dirt road, watching as the school bus passed by. White faces. Smiling, laughing, boisterous noises emanating from the creaky wheels of the bus. He furrowed his eyes.
Never good enough.
The thought that you might hurt me crossed my mind, but I chose to believe the best in you. You broke my heart anyway.
As I crossed his name of the list, I felt hollow inside. I was expecting to feel relief or pride or something. But no. I still felt nothing. Where do I go from here?
Crossed. Durchggestrichen. Fünf, setzen! So geht es in der Schule zu. Richtig machen ist gefragt. Was nicht für richtig erachtet wird, wird durchgestrichen. “So ist recht”, hat mein Onkel immer gesagt. Sagt er heute noch. Das Onkelorakel. Wenn er sagt “So ist recht”, dann ist es recht. Sonst nicht.