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dwell seems serene. to dwell is to stay and soak it all in. To dwell in a field of thoughts each thought greener than the next. dwelling a place in which to live or stay. So to dwell is to stay.
By janaynay on 06.24.2012
A love lost. To dwell on that pain, to suffer in silence. She was the only one i cared about, the one I would give up everything for. But her emotions were not the same. She broke away from me, taking my heart with her.
By Brandon on 06.24.2012
Thinking about the past in a terrible way. A complete waste of time yet it is done by humans incessantly. Why are we drawn to dwelling? It feels good for some reason. A beautiful misery. Maybe we are looking for something more within this dwelling. Or maybe it’s our nature.
By Hayley on 06.24.2012
I can’t do this much longer
this dwelling of my mind
i can’t bare the pain
of the shattering of my time
By JynX on 06.24.2012
Move on. Don’t dwell on it. It was a failure. You dropped the chips. You messed up. Move on. Don’t dwell.
If you don’t dwell,
You’ll do WELL.
Well, well, well —
Please don’t DWELL.
And be more careful with your CHIPS.
Yes, Steven, I’m talking about you
By Wes on 06.24.2012
She couldn’t help but dwell within the stagnant recesses of self loathing and seeing him only made it worse. His very mention set her to wallowing for want of affections that would never come, for faith and a future founded on what they should have been but could never be.
By L. A. Smith URL on 06.24.2012
Where is everyone? Where did you all go when I was away? Dwell on this, that I missed you and you are very important to my sense of self, my fiction, my universe. Come back and make me whole.
By Meredyth URL on 06.24.2012
Staying behind. Not moving on. Dwelling on the past and dwelling on the future are both possible, and both go for too long. Funny that you can dwell on the future. It hasn’t even happened yet.
By Camillo Malacari on 06.24.2012
it was just the one time. just the one time. but it happens again and again in my head, a moment stretched forever in the prison of my thoughts. slowly, i drown in the repeating layers.
By We call her Zazzles cos she's so zazzy on 06.24.2012
I dwell on things too much. Overthink everything. I spend so much of my time thinking, I hardly ever get off my arse and do anything. Damn shame now that I think about it. Oops, there I go with the thinking again.
By Raiine on 06.24.2012
Christina dwelled on the idea of David leaving her on her doorstep with a kiss. Her stomach swelled with happiness.
By Dawn on 06.24.2012
to linger over,
To live as a resident;
By Nimisha Gupta on 06.24.2012
It’s been awhile but keeps on dwelling on the same matter. “What the hell,” he mumbles to himself. “What the fuck am I writing about? I don’t get it.”
By Reichstalker on 06.24.2012
There are many things I dwell on…the past, the jealousy, the love. Dwelling on moments can be lovely, especially a euphoric experience. But sometimes it will eat you alive…and you will drown from it. Dwelling has been the death of my relationship as well as the life of it. I can’t wait to dwell on the best moments of my relationship.
By Raven Julia Sevilleja URL on 06.24.2012
I dwell on things like the past. On lost loves, on mistakes large and small. Don’t dwell, it’s not good for the soul. Just live happily. Live in the present. Not the past, or the future. Nothing coming up or long gone is as important as what is currently going on.
By Vita Simmons on 06.24.2012
God dwells in the praises of His people.
Sing. Clap. Shout.
He is near.
He is here.
By Potx on 06.24.2012
to be part of something, one must first let go. you can not hold onto the past, or anticipate the future! we must be aware and always hope that we will conquer our adversities! Hope!
By Amber on 06.24.2012
he dwell slowly from his rotten cell, barely able to lift his body. his leg was burning with pain, leaving a tail of dark dark red blood.
By oc URL on 06.24.2012
“I think it’s time to move on,” she said finally. The raindrops trailing down her cheeks in rivulets made her look almost as if she were crying; or maybe it was just his twisted fantasy, longing for her to be as broken about this as he was.
“Don’t make this any harder for us, Joe,” she urged him, half-turning away. “It . . . it’s enough already. I mean, what were we thinking, envisioning that this would work out?”
He blinks back his tears, but he could cry freely in this rain and she wouldn’t even notice (or care.)
“But, Victoria, I . . . I love you.”
“I thought I did, too.” She says, and that’s what finally breaks him. “But we shouldn’t dwell on past emotions that weren’t true to who we are.” And with that, she turns and walks away, leaving him crying silently in the rain.
By Drew URL on 06.24.2012
i could see the tears that fell in slicing waves across your ivory cheeks, and the blood that trickled from your lifeless eyes that made you dead.
dead; like your love for me.
dead; like everyone i ever loved.
I will dwell in the path of righteousness always. I will continue to praise my God continually . He is my savoir and friend.
By victor URL on 06.24.2012
Some people dwell in places they really ought not to be.
Some people just dwell naturally; they were born to dwell, and thus they serve no purpose to the world whatsoever.
By Pacemaster URL on 06.24.2012
I still can’t believe I made it. The sun was low. I saw my chance for escape and I took it. I ran and ran, though I could hear him behind me, screaming and throwing things across the house. I was so glad, I didn’t care. I just needed to get away from him. Even if I couldn’t see him, or if he only came to me in dreams, he still threatened me, and I knew I had to leave if I wanted to keep my life.
By Lyric on 06.24.2012
the dwelling was a place that, to be honest, was dirty and not at all homely. she could not fathom how such an intriguing man could call this home. it wasn’t as if it had any redeeming qualities, and yet his smell was there, his things on the dresser.
By molls URL on 06.24.2012
And I am running towards the sunset, and I am always with you, you dwell in my heart and in my eyes when i look at something beautiful, or painful, or dark, or light.
You are always with me, even though you are gone.
My heart, my love.
My little one.
A steady silence settled among the group. The past intentions and passion resonating and echoing around them even now, when their power was long gone. Every mind was dwelling on their foolishness, their mistakes and their misdeeds. After the rush of adrenaline and action without thought, contemplation had come. And now the silence heavy with unspoken thoughts had arrived, it was suffocating.
By Anna Lee Jones on 06.24.2012
Animals are adapting to all the changes that we humans make, and one major mistake we do is to destroy the environment they are living in… The place they dwell in… The place they survive in…
What do you think we make out of the place that they dwell in… We make it a place where we dwell in. Don’t you think that this isn’t fair to those living where they are supposed to?
We make homes out of others homes,
We make domes out of our cousins home.
We do everything for ourselves not knowing
That we guard them and they guard us…
We are all meant to be in a single home.
We are told to share between us,
We are told to have patience within us,
But we are cheating our siblings
By using them for our slaves.
Why did God leave mankind to rule
The wonderful home that was meant to prosper in his rule?
Why were we chosen to be the smart one?
By Abinaya on 06.24.2012
Completely content, they only moved when life forced them.
By Tony on 06.24.2012
“Why dwell on what you cannot change”, he said earnestly. I leaned in and gave him peck on the lips. He was right I had to move on.
By leelee on 06.24.2012
they tell me not to dwell. it’s hard when I’m stuck. in the past nothing is clear. if only i had known. It’s hard not to dwell on being inside this present moment and being held down, moored and stopped from pushing forward
By micheline on 06.24.2012
I dwell on things. Everyone thinks it’s silly of me but I do. I dwell on the possibilities. I dwell on worry, on fear, on stepping out of my comfort zone. I was happy there. I dwell on dreams that will not happen if I don’t break free of this cocoon. Nothing will happen if I stay here and dwell on fictional characters and what ifs and maybes.
By Meghan Burke URL on 06.24.2012
i dwell in silence. usually. when i don’t it is filled with music. it keeps me sane. if you dwell in safety and peace there is no way you can be harmed by yourself or anyone else. dwellings are meant to be a sanctuary where you can be comfortable and at home, not for worrying about the standards of society.
By Lucia Lostumbo on 06.24.2012
“Don’t dwell on the past, Kate.” she said quietly. “What’s done is done, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
I sighed. Maybe she was correct. But it just didn’t feel right, leaving behind the memories, forgetting.
By Jules on 06.24.2012
thats so sad. to dwell on things and waste your life not becoming who you want but succumbing to who you think you should be. as humans we are made to dwell, to think and not act. we must reject this way of behaving and try,try to become ourselves… i shall dwell on the past and no longer become me. i become my memories and those are only real for a short period of time. they become confused with the day to day life and no longer resemble any form of ourselves. its only gibberish, its only mere thoughts and words spilling from my overworked, ovetired, over-myself brain.
By alyssa on 06.24.2012
I stared up at the sky, purely bright and blinding, and wondered why any would want to dwell under it. The bridge above me, with its soothing bits of trees and stonework was much more comforting. As was the water that trickled by my feet.
Sure, there was the occasional passer-by who disturbed my silence, and I’d eaten more than one. But it seemed a small price to pay for the serenity.
By terradi on 06.24.2012
Why is the word always dwell? I was hoping for something different today, like… swept. Or carelessness. I’d do well with something more intimate, because for me, a dwelling just doesn’t cut it. Remaining just doesn’t cut it. Cut it. Leave it. No roots. Across the country
By Emily on 06.24.2012
I don’t consider myself stuck in trying to become what I’m “supposed” to be. “Supposed to be” is different for every individual, I’m sure, but for me, I’m supposed to be… who I am. I’m supposed to go the opposite direction. Ditch my cell phone. Move to Alaska. Work with birds. This career move is the right choice, right? Distance from my family can really only be emotional. I’ll see them…
As time passed Laura decided not to dwell on what had been done to her but to rather enjoy her wonderful new life that had begun.
By Linden Kirk on 06.24.2012
you still dwell in my mind. not just you. the pain you caused me and the things you did to me. you said it was fine. and years passed. but you dont know that it still hurts me. now and then i still pick fight with you about it. but you just brush it off. all i wanted was for you to secure me. but u never did. your old self still dwell in my mind, i miss it, but all im left now is you and your new self. a complete stranger to me.
By J Corly URL on 06.24.2012
I don’t want to sink into the dark thoughts again. I don’t want to dwell in the mud, always stuck. I want to be bigger, stronger, braver than ever.
By genahtastic on 06.24.2012
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