The view was endless. I could see the souls as they drifted their way through the meaningless thing we call life. I stopped my thoughts for second, realizing how insugnificant i really was. Alone, at the top of the world, i remain a small speck in the big picture of things.
Thorn stared out over the buildings at the seemingly endless amount of filth that filled her black and gray vision with it’s broken buildings and decaying dreams. she sneered and tapped a boot. “I hate this place.”
The ocean. The endless ocean. It traverses the whole of the planet, its vast surface spreading from the darkness of Africa to the Americas a world a way. It’s waters become the clouds and the rain. It nourishes us all. It connects us. We are one with the ocean. We are one with each other.
The homework sits in piles of musty overpriced books and partially crumpled papers – double spaced, 81/2 x 11 – it sits in endless mounds, looms over every action.
endless is like infinti, it goes on and on so why sorry about anything? endless time, endless love, endless life.
Is is always good though? Endless wars, endless hunger, endless pain.
I prefer to live my life, for better or worse, the time i am given.
there are endless possibilities to discuss about the word endless. in fact, it could be one of the most easily discussed words in the english language. endless has endless usages in endless combinations of tones and messages.
endless is such a scary word. it kind of means that there’s no end. or that you are lacking in end. or maybe it means that you need to end less often. Like “I wish my favorite tv show would end less.
endless. endless like a photograph. i want to take a photograph i want to be a photograph. i want a suitcase and a globe and an old old map, i want a frame and dust. dust dust dust. snow and endless love. perhaps. maybe. like the world. maybe. or never. goodbye everyone and the love for i’m twinkling. i’m twinkling.
Endless? Again? What am I not allowed to go on this website twice? Is this only a once-a-day exorcise for me then? no double dipping in this festivity.
the love i have for my girlfriend. Never ending. Like infinity. Any time I think of infinity, I just think of that one scene from that book, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
the world is endless, perhaps. i want to take a photograph, i want to be a photograph, beautiful dirty and pure. globes, and maps, and love and stars. endless love. maybe. maybe never. god and dust. dust dust dust, me. and you. goodbye. hello. endless, snow and life.
The endless road stretched before me, the horizon was thick with a hot haze as the sun beat down mercilessly. What now? I was going to find him, or I would kill myself trying.
the endless eternity was never ending when the world came to an end and everyone in the world was gone. the only one alive was a man. he spent endless time watching movies and petting his cat. he was endlessly alone. no one but him.
The way that you held me for the first time, I felt like our love would be endless. The way you could touch me oh so softly, i felt endlessly infinite. Then you left, I felt an endless sadness among myself.
this is endless. it’s falling apart and falling together and never getting to see you. every three years is a little to brief for my taste and the absence is endless, the wondering is endless, the pain is endless but i think that my love and obsession is also endless. i am endlessly curious about what you think about how you respond about how life is on the other side. and we are endless. this is the strangest relationship and that makes it endless.
love is endless.
endless feelings endless emotions. it lasts forever. your heart fills up and it never stops. there is always room for more. endless love is when its real. when you find the person who makes your heart beat and makes you feel whole. it never ends
This work seems endless. This day, this night, this week seems endless.
All appears endless to me, and I soon grow depressed.
For how am I to live in a life with endless toil, depression, disappointment and strife?
My wrists are on fire; my head is constantly aching.
I fear that I’ll never be happy again. Perhaps I should just stop this endless suffering.
Stop.
endless are the lies that are told to me. I’ve never really understood why… it kinda sucks. I think about it, it scares me. what if there is never a truth given to me. what if I die and thats a lie. no gates of white, no ternal flames of torture.. what if i just die? what if I was never alive. endless… fuck endless… just let it end on me now!
It’s a pity, really, that the face shield has to be tinted yellow. I mean, yeah, if it wasn’t your retinas would burn within FAR less than a second, but it would be worth it to see that endless expanse of space and stars without the ugly color of old piss overlaying your vision.
it was an endless afternoon. The teachers weren’t happy with any of our assignments … doesn’t matter that we were up all night putting the final touches on it. Of course the day began with a broken heel, a missing thermos, and no milk in the fridge. The cat puked but at least the bunnies were cute. Days like that.
The Biography Channel’s “I Survived” has recently run episodes about near death experiences. “Beyond and Back,” or something like that. It really makes you think about death and life and who you are as a soul. Does life really end at death?
This seems endless. I can not see beyond your lights and starriness. You seem endless. This vicious malicious cycle seems endless. I battle with myself in my car as I drive to the ocean screaming, shouting into myself about you torture my very being, destroy my very core. But then I see you in the blue hat with all the instruments and I really see you for all you are. And I think about how you are my boy. This unending empowering yet crushing mounting ripple inside of me. It is endless. I have found endless company in your shadows and disappearance. Where you end, I begin.
the world. it’ll never end. sure, life may die, cease to actually exist, but the world will be here. unless, there is a meteor or some shit. but i don’t belive any thing that is mad made or felt can be endless. like love. definitely not endless. it ends daily, and for some reason cannot be contained.
It stretches out in all directions, as I stood atop the cliff, looking down upon the rolling prairie and the trees that dotted the landscape. The sky stretched upwards, up, up, turned that pale faded look of blue jeans after a hard day’s work. Clouds, one, two, no more dotted the sky, a seamless expanse of the heavens.
Endlessly I write because that is what I”m meant to do. Not because I want to, but because I have to. Of course, the having has led to wanting. It’s not a curse. It’s not a blessing though either. It’s tough, but rewarding. I hate it, but I don’t. And in the end, I’m happy. Because at least I have something. I’m not without a passion. Because that would be the worst.
So many considered a second life as a fate worse than death itself. But you know, really a second life is just like the first one, it is what you make of it. I flicked the sharp edges of my fangs with the tip of my tongue as I pondered my new life. My second chance. I wouldn’t be a monster, I would do what I needed to survive nothing more. The opportunities were endless! I could become a lawyer, a policewoman, a veterinarian, or anything else I could dream up. Now that my life was endless, it opened so many doors! I could do things, crazy things like jump out of a plane or scuba dive and have no fear of death. I had once chance as a human and failed miserably. I have once chance as a vampire, and plan to succeed.
its that thing that never ends, a word that can never have a meaning. because no one has ever reached the end. and it may sound crazy for you, but thats my love for you. endlessly there. forever.
The snow is falling all around me as I stand in the forest outside of my house. The moon is out and I am amazed that I can make it out through the thick sheet of white. Beautiful in its majesty. Remarkable, three days it has been falling seemingly endless.
The view was endless. I could see the souls as they drifted their way through the meaningless thing we call life. I stopped my thoughts for second, realizing how insugnificant i really was. Alone, at the top of the world, i remain a small speck in the big picture of things.
Thorn stared out over the buildings at the seemingly endless amount of filth that filled her black and gray vision with it’s broken buildings and decaying dreams. she sneered and tapped a boot. “I hate this place.”
The ocean. The endless ocean. It traverses the whole of the planet, its vast surface spreading from the darkness of Africa to the Americas a world a way. It’s waters become the clouds and the rain. It nourishes us all. It connects us. We are one with the ocean. We are one with each other.
The homework sits in piles of musty overpriced books and partially crumpled papers – double spaced, 81/2 x 11 – it sits in endless mounds, looms over every action.
the ocean infinity poetry motion talking walking learning driving moving sining living sharing
endless is like infinti, it goes on and on so why sorry about anything? endless time, endless love, endless life.
Is is always good though? Endless wars, endless hunger, endless pain.
I prefer to live my life, for better or worse, the time i am given.
there are endless possibilities to discuss about the word endless. in fact, it could be one of the most easily discussed words in the english language. endless has endless usages in endless combinations of tones and messages.
Endless. Infinite. Immortal. Endless is possibly one of the scariest, most thrilling feelings anyone could ever feel.
endless is such a scary word. it kind of means that there’s no end. or that you are lacking in end. or maybe it means that you need to end less often. Like “I wish my favorite tv show would end less.
endless. endless like a photograph. i want to take a photograph i want to be a photograph. i want a suitcase and a globe and an old old map, i want a frame and dust. dust dust dust. snow and endless love. perhaps. maybe. like the world. maybe. or never. goodbye everyone and the love for i’m twinkling. i’m twinkling.
Endless? Again? What am I not allowed to go on this website twice? Is this only a once-a-day exorcise for me then? no double dipping in this festivity.
the love i have for my girlfriend. Never ending. Like infinity. Any time I think of infinity, I just think of that one scene from that book, Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy
the world is endless, perhaps. i want to take a photograph, i want to be a photograph, beautiful dirty and pure. globes, and maps, and love and stars. endless love. maybe. maybe never. god and dust. dust dust dust, me. and you. goodbye. hello. endless, snow and life.
The endless road stretched before me, the horizon was thick with a hot haze as the sun beat down mercilessly. What now? I was going to find him, or I would kill myself trying.
the endless eternity was never ending when the world came to an end and everyone in the world was gone. the only one alive was a man. he spent endless time watching movies and petting his cat. he was endlessly alone. no one but him.
The way that you held me for the first time, I felt like our love would be endless. The way you could touch me oh so softly, i felt endlessly infinite. Then you left, I felt an endless sadness among myself.
love happiness care hope beauty
You spill into my subconscious.
this is endless. it’s falling apart and falling together and never getting to see you. every three years is a little to brief for my taste and the absence is endless, the wondering is endless, the pain is endless but i think that my love and obsession is also endless. i am endlessly curious about what you think about how you respond about how life is on the other side. and we are endless. this is the strangest relationship and that makes it endless.
love
love is endless.
endless feelings endless emotions. it lasts forever. your heart fills up and it never stops. there is always room for more. endless love is when its real. when you find the person who makes your heart beat and makes you feel whole. it never ends
It is something that most likely doesn’t exist. With an end, there must be a beginning and vice versa. We’ll end. I hope you’re okay with that.
This work seems endless. This day, this night, this week seems endless.
All appears endless to me, and I soon grow depressed.
For how am I to live in a life with endless toil, depression, disappointment and strife?
My wrists are on fire; my head is constantly aching.
I fear that I’ll never be happy again. Perhaps I should just stop this endless suffering.
Stop.
endless are the lies that are told to me. I’ve never really understood why… it kinda sucks. I think about it, it scares me. what if there is never a truth given to me. what if I die and thats a lie. no gates of white, no ternal flames of torture.. what if i just die? what if I was never alive. endless… fuck endless… just let it end on me now!
This possibility are endless. DO what you want. Nothing else matters. Live life. Flow free! Life is about having fun, Not worrying, Endless love.
It’s a pity, really, that the face shield has to be tinted yellow. I mean, yeah, if it wasn’t your retinas would burn within FAR less than a second, but it would be worth it to see that endless expanse of space and stars without the ugly color of old piss overlaying your vision.
it was an endless afternoon. The teachers weren’t happy with any of our assignments … doesn’t matter that we were up all night putting the final touches on it. Of course the day began with a broken heel, a missing thermos, and no milk in the fridge. The cat puked but at least the bunnies were cute. Days like that.
The Biography Channel’s “I Survived” has recently run episodes about near death experiences. “Beyond and Back,” or something like that. It really makes you think about death and life and who you are as a soul. Does life really end at death?
the point at which there is no other point. This and perfection are the two things things that man can hunt for and never achieve
This seems endless. I can not see beyond your lights and starriness. You seem endless. This vicious malicious cycle seems endless. I battle with myself in my car as I drive to the ocean screaming, shouting into myself about you torture my very being, destroy my very core. But then I see you in the blue hat with all the instruments and I really see you for all you are. And I think about how you are my boy. This unending empowering yet crushing mounting ripple inside of me. It is endless. I have found endless company in your shadows and disappearance. Where you end, I begin.
the world. it’ll never end. sure, life may die, cease to actually exist, but the world will be here. unless, there is a meteor or some shit. but i don’t belive any thing that is mad made or felt can be endless. like love. definitely not endless. it ends daily, and for some reason cannot be contained.
It stretches out in all directions, as I stood atop the cliff, looking down upon the rolling prairie and the trees that dotted the landscape. The sky stretched upwards, up, up, turned that pale faded look of blue jeans after a hard day’s work. Clouds, one, two, no more dotted the sky, a seamless expanse of the heavens.
Endlessly I write because that is what I”m meant to do. Not because I want to, but because I have to. Of course, the having has led to wanting. It’s not a curse. It’s not a blessing though either. It’s tough, but rewarding. I hate it, but I don’t. And in the end, I’m happy. Because at least I have something. I’m not without a passion. Because that would be the worst.
Endless is scary. Gives me goosebumps. Yikes. Our brains can’t fathom something so profound.
So many considered a second life as a fate worse than death itself. But you know, really a second life is just like the first one, it is what you make of it. I flicked the sharp edges of my fangs with the tip of my tongue as I pondered my new life. My second chance. I wouldn’t be a monster, I would do what I needed to survive nothing more. The opportunities were endless! I could become a lawyer, a policewoman, a veterinarian, or anything else I could dream up. Now that my life was endless, it opened so many doors! I could do things, crazy things like jump out of a plane or scuba dive and have no fear of death. I had once chance as a human and failed miserably. I have once chance as a vampire, and plan to succeed.
infinity lasts forever, fear and remorse and guilt. delusional beliefs. what happens after death? a dark abyss. tren
nothing.
the mind is endless. thoughts never stop delivering, planting stems for greatness, a neverending ellipse of ideas.
its that thing that never ends, a word that can never have a meaning. because no one has ever reached the end. and it may sound crazy for you, but thats my love for you. endlessly there. forever.
The snow is falling all around me as I stand in the forest outside of my house. The moon is out and I am amazed that I can make it out through the thick sheet of white. Beautiful in its majesty. Remarkable, three days it has been falling seemingly endless.
the mind is endless. thoughts never stop delivering, planting stems for greatness.