the figure of a man sitting still in the centre of a room. composing himself for the benefit of the mediocre student, his poker face is the best there is. stark naked, he sits brave. he is ignorant of anyone’s comments. he’s inward, and he thinks only of another world. he’s not distracted by the rest of the room. and he is free. naked, free, and liberated by being turned into a piece of art. he is art, and he is the epitomy of beauty, this still human statue.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
I figured it out long ago that your hand and mine interlock in a way that would make even the best of jigsaw puzzles jealous. Our hearts understand one another and our minds connect instantly. I know it won’t be easy along this journey, but we’ll figure it out eventually… won’t we? All I know is you complete me. And it’s all I’ve ever wanted.
An hourglass. Vivacious and beautiful yet not intimidating. Perhaps because of how familiar I was with all of the intricate idiosyncrasies and unique, one-of-a-kind imperfections that made her body her own and something that I would always admire.
Im searching, wandering, trying to figure out what is wrong with my persona. As I look and look everywhere. I find the answer, the answer isn’t me. We just have to understand and learn to react to everyone’s personalities.
Sometimes I sit down and try to figure out how I made everything work before you came along… I try to figure out how I made sense out of life and figured out what to do in hard situations. I don’t clearly remember those days because it seems like it was so long ago… But in reality, it was only a year ago. But my life is so much better with you now. If only you knew how much I think about you.
She looked at her figure in the mirror. Her waistline was more pronounced. Hell, she actually HAD a waistline after all these years. The diet and exercise were paying off. She stared at the black fringed dress hanging against the white door. She closed her eyes and imagined walking into the dance studio and all eyes turning to her as she and her partner began to salsa.
Yes, it was doable. Yes, it was going to happen. She grabbed her keys and phone and left the house. She didn’t want to be late for kickboxing class.
I figure you and I have the world in our hands and love in our hearts. It is good to finally figure something that you and I have makes perfect sense.. When at first I figured you didn’t care. You complete me. And this is all hard I know, but we’ll figure it out. I love you to the moon and back infinity times. DItto? Or no I need to know
i figured out that life isn’t that difficult and achieving isn’t always impossible lest you work for it and really show devotion to it , it is all on the level of you interest.
figure out what you’re going to eat, what you’re going to wear, what you’re going to say, what you’re going to do, where you’re going to go, who you’re going to see. this seems stressful, go figure.
I figured you would understand me. That you would know how I felt…. but obviously you don’t know me at all, or you wouldn’t hurt me like you did. You tore me down, made me feel insignificant…. like nothing. You are just like everyone else.
I watch silently as he approaches his victim in the alley. He sees her as easy prey, simply because she is alone and young. He doesn’t think twice about my dark figure in the shadows, following him. His knife glistens as thrusts it in her face, demanding her money, demanding her body. Her eyes widen in fear, not because of her attacker, but because of my figure behind him. His knife falls from his grasp as I sink my teeth into his neck. My ice blue eyes glance at her as I whisper, “run”.
Figure makes me think about skinny people. Skinny. something I’m not. I’m always too concerned about my figure my looks and my beauty when honestly it’s not that important. Isn’t the soul the main factor of who we are? I guess not. I always feel large and manly next to my little model barbie doll friends. I hate how this is so important.
a figure is important.
wether it be a father mother, or any source of inspiration from another human being.
my inspiring figure is mr. ward.
mr. ward, or wardy, takes on life the way he likes it, and never stops.
i fucking miss him.
i see a black outline of a human on large white wall. woman or man, im not sure, it doesn’t matter, the point is that its there, it exists, i just have to FIGURE out what exactly its meant to do and why its there and what its trying to say.
I see numbers and rhythms. It was all in my head when you walked through the door. I tried to make sense of it as it splayed across your faces, but now i’M JUST LEFT HERE talking about science and figures.
I figure what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I figure it will mean less drama for me. Of course, I’m so wrong… her not knowing means all the more drama for me. figures…..
I squinted, and shielded my eyes with one knobby hand. I saw the figure of a man walking slowly towards me. As he approached I could see his black suit, a dark suitcase in his hand. He bent down and offered me his free hand.
“Come now,” he said. “It’s time to go home.”
I have to watch my girlish figure. Which is weird, because I’m not a girl and what I mostly do is watch my figure get bigger. In fact, if I had to describe my figure, I’d say I’m a figure 8. So go figure.
Figure skating is what comes to my mind….. or maybe a square or circle, that’s a type of figure. A dark figure lurks up from the shadow. Something scary perhaps.
I figure that this is a silly assignment. What does figure really even mean. There are multiple different meanings. I figure a thought; I calculated something. It’s all bologna. figure, figure, figure. An object can be a figure.
I have to watch my girlish figure. Which is weird, because I’m not a girl and mostly what I do is watch my figure get bigger. In fact, if I had to describe my figure, I’d have to say that I look like a figure 8. So…go figure.
A shallow figure in the dark was trying to reach out for her. Just to touch her skin. Not worrying that the light might break his secret he reached out. And touched her lips. Gently with all the emotions that have built up in the secluded years.
Grandma Margie was good at figures, she said, tallying up purchases in grandpa’s store. I can see in my mind’s eye her pencil and neat numbers on brown paper wrappers around bloomers, tied up with jute string.
I figured it would take me a long time to get over him. But really, it didn’t take long at all. It was only a matter of accepting the fact that he wasn’t ever going to be the person I thought he was, the person I thought i could make him to be.
I want a perfect figure. I want a perfect soul and mind and heart, but mostly? I want a perfect figure. I want perfect, straight As. I want perfect common sense on my side. But a perfect figure is the real goal.
“you figure it out if you think you’re so fucking clever”
the words resonated in her head. why had she acted like such a know-it-all?
the figure of a man sitting still in the centre of a room. composing himself for the benefit of the mediocre student, his poker face is the best there is. stark naked, he sits brave. he is ignorant of anyone’s comments. he’s inward, and he thinks only of another world. he’s not distracted by the rest of the room. and he is free. naked, free, and liberated by being turned into a piece of art. he is art, and he is the epitomy of beauty, this still human statue.
Stars were coming in by the Dozens. Dave and Julie had no idea they’d see all those famous people on their vacation in little old Ehrenburg, Arizona. One right after the other. They had fun counting all the famous people; the political leaders, the dignitaries, professional athletes, their families. Each with identical expressions…fear and sorrow.
They began to figure something was wrong.
“Brad!…Hey, Brad!…what’s going on?
I figured it out long ago that your hand and mine interlock in a way that would make even the best of jigsaw puzzles jealous. Our hearts understand one another and our minds connect instantly. I know it won’t be easy along this journey, but we’ll figure it out eventually… won’t we? All I know is you complete me. And it’s all I’ve ever wanted.
An hourglass. Vivacious and beautiful yet not intimidating. Perhaps because of how familiar I was with all of the intricate idiosyncrasies and unique, one-of-a-kind imperfections that made her body her own and something that I would always admire.
Im searching, wandering, trying to figure out what is wrong with my persona. As I look and look everywhere. I find the answer, the answer isn’t me. We just have to understand and learn to react to everyone’s personalities.
Sometimes I sit down and try to figure out how I made everything work before you came along… I try to figure out how I made sense out of life and figured out what to do in hard situations. I don’t clearly remember those days because it seems like it was so long ago… But in reality, it was only a year ago. But my life is so much better with you now. If only you knew how much I think about you.
She looked at her figure in the mirror. Her waistline was more pronounced. Hell, she actually HAD a waistline after all these years. The diet and exercise were paying off. She stared at the black fringed dress hanging against the white door. She closed her eyes and imagined walking into the dance studio and all eyes turning to her as she and her partner began to salsa.
Yes, it was doable. Yes, it was going to happen. She grabbed her keys and phone and left the house. She didn’t want to be late for kickboxing class.
I figure you and I have the world in our hands and love in our hearts. It is good to finally figure something that you and I have makes perfect sense.. When at first I figured you didn’t care. You complete me. And this is all hard I know, but we’ll figure it out. I love you to the moon and back infinity times. DItto? Or no I need to know
i figured out that life isn’t that difficult and achieving isn’t always impossible lest you work for it and really show devotion to it , it is all on the level of you interest.
figure out what you’re going to eat, what you’re going to wear, what you’re going to say, what you’re going to do, where you’re going to go, who you’re going to see. this seems stressful, go figure.
as in figure skating a very graceful sport
as in hour glass wish i had
as in math with many answers to find
A figure is a thing…I don’t really know. Haha.
I figure things out in my own head. how you “figure” is based on experiences.
They figured out the answer to the question.
People have figures when they grow up.
hahahah
lolololol
hihihihi
YEEEAAA BBBBOOOIIII!!!!!
It can mean a lot of things so dont be sick minded ..
I figured you would understand me. That you would know how I felt…. but obviously you don’t know me at all, or you wouldn’t hurt me like you did. You tore me down, made me feel insignificant…. like nothing. You are just like everyone else.
Go figure.
figure
figure. it figures. a model or something. idk.
like u figured out somthing like a math thing or like a question it could mean alot of things
Figure out the qustion. I think but i know.
a figure is an object that can be a toy, a holder for clothes. little boys like action figures..
Well in math a figure is something that we usually find the area or perimeter of it. Well i figured math would be easy.
I watch silently as he approaches his victim in the alley. He sees her as easy prey, simply because she is alone and young. He doesn’t think twice about my dark figure in the shadows, following him. His knife glistens as thrusts it in her face, demanding her money, demanding her body. Her eyes widen in fear, not because of her attacker, but because of my figure behind him. His knife falls from his grasp as I sink my teeth into his neck. My ice blue eyes glance at her as I whisper, “run”.
Figure makes me think about skinny people. Skinny. something I’m not. I’m always too concerned about my figure my looks and my beauty when honestly it’s not that important. Isn’t the soul the main factor of who we are? I guess not. I always feel large and manly next to my little model barbie doll friends. I hate how this is so important.
a figure is important.
wether it be a father mother, or any source of inspiration from another human being.
my inspiring figure is mr. ward.
mr. ward, or wardy, takes on life the way he likes it, and never stops.
i fucking miss him.
i see a black outline of a human on large white wall. woman or man, im not sure, it doesn’t matter, the point is that its there, it exists, i just have to FIGURE out what exactly its meant to do and why its there and what its trying to say.
I see numbers and rhythms. It was all in my head when you walked through the door. I tried to make sense of it as it splayed across your faces, but now i’M JUST LEFT HERE talking about science and figures.
I figure what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. I figure it will mean less drama for me. Of course, I’m so wrong… her not knowing means all the more drama for me. figures…..
I squinted, and shielded my eyes with one knobby hand. I saw the figure of a man walking slowly towards me. As he approached I could see his black suit, a dark suitcase in his hand. He bent down and offered me his free hand.
“Come now,” he said. “It’s time to go home.”
ha! Go figure they changed the word on me! yay!
I have to watch my girlish figure. Which is weird, because I’m not a girl and what I mostly do is watch my figure get bigger. In fact, if I had to describe my figure, I’d say I’m a figure 8. So go figure.
Figure skating is what comes to my mind….. or maybe a square or circle, that’s a type of figure. A dark figure lurks up from the shadow. Something scary perhaps.
I figure that this is a silly assignment. What does figure really even mean. There are multiple different meanings. I figure a thought; I calculated something. It’s all bologna. figure, figure, figure. An object can be a figure.
I have to watch my girlish figure. Which is weird, because I’m not a girl and mostly what I do is watch my figure get bigger. In fact, if I had to describe my figure, I’d have to say that I look like a figure 8. So…go figure.
A shallow figure in the dark was trying to reach out for her. Just to touch her skin. Not worrying that the light might break his secret he reached out. And touched her lips. Gently with all the emotions that have built up in the secluded years.
i see the figure of the ballerina in the mirror, watching her perfect form as it glides across the glass. i want to be the air that wraps those limbs.
Grandma Margie was good at figures, she said, tallying up purchases in grandpa’s store. I can see in my mind’s eye her pencil and neat numbers on brown paper wrappers around bloomers, tied up with jute string.
I figured it would take me a long time to get over him. But really, it didn’t take long at all. It was only a matter of accepting the fact that he wasn’t ever going to be the person I thought he was, the person I thought i could make him to be.
I want a perfect figure. I want a perfect soul and mind and heart, but mostly? I want a perfect figure. I want perfect, straight As. I want perfect common sense on my side. But a perfect figure is the real goal.