The figure in the window. So dark so pale, the light of day i never see, just this dark figure in front of me. So blind so lost in a never ending see, all i recall is this figure of me.
She spent the time in it, but often, even she marveled at her figure.
The curves were all in place, sumptuous, each angle crisp, taut. Two hours at the gym a day, avoid the fries, it was dedication.
That figure brought looks, lines, suggestions. Her social calendar was full. Yet, nothing lasted past the first encounter.
The figure drew them in, but her insides were vapid, putrid.
She just worked harder on the figure, forgetting the beauty locked deep inside.
there are many ways to discuss figure. For instance, a figure of speech, a metaphor if you will. There are also figures, as in diagrams. But more interestingly, body figures. Who doesn’t want to talk about body figures? A dainty waist on a woman, the perfect hour-glass figure. Plus ACTION figures totally rule.
Her stately figure adorned the ballroom floor as she glided across it gracefully, like a swan in a sea of crows. Her beauty outshone that of every singles lady in the room, yet the prince was not charmed by her. Not one bit.
there is a wonderful figure right in front of me. i don’t know why, it just numbs my sensation every time i look at it. it’s a sublime piece of art, perfect in grace and symmetry. as if helena herself materialised this woman out of her dreams.
Her figure was fine
An hourglass
An answer
To whatever question
You had in mind
She was not without worry
But she was open
To suggestion
She danced in crimson
But her eyes
Were the sweetest brown
She wore her lashes long
And her anger short
She was a lady
Every time
My figure needs some work. It’s a bit round right now. A 0…I’m working on an 8. But either way, I love me. It figures that women are so worried about their figures. We still strive to be the best looking, and while men strive for that as well, I feel there’s not as much pressure on them as there is for women. All the time on television you see beautiful women with guys who are overweight or not making an effort.
Go figure. Figure it out. Think about it. Speak, and breathe in. Relax, and go figure skating with your friends. Make figure eights when you skate. Figures are important to keep. You can do that by skating!
Go figure – go on, figure! Figure it out. Think about what it means and coe up with something. Something good though, not just any old crap. Be considerate, think it through carefully then, just when they least expect it – bam, go figure. And then, nothingness. At ease.
I feel that a figure is an important thing to have. Whether referring to your body or as a person of guidance—to how you decide what to wear, how to vote. You can figure thingfs out or “Go Figure” when something ironic happens. Either way it’s a pretty important word.
How often have I thought about my figure? I don’t remember. I guess I really don’t. I probably will if I have known myself to be fat. But I’m not fat. I have never been fat. People can’t imagine how that can be very disappointing.
love. who wouldn’t know that word? the greatest word of all.. the entire world depends on it. so, why is it so hard to confess that one, single word out? why is it so hard to accept that one single word? one small four letter word, yet capable of changing each and everyone’s lives..
“To many people waste their time worrying about their figure”. Bullshit. People need to worry about it. Because who knows what we’d be walking around looking like without the worry. Worry isn’t always a bad thing. But, if you think about it, Figures come in all shapes and sizes. Maybe for that reason, we should secure them.
As the figures stared mockingly back at me, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead… I gave in. I took off my tie, flashed the finger to my boss and ran out into the street, the band of brothers that I had long ago left for a more advantageous, prosperous life, were playing an anthem, marching along by my side, gradually helping me to achieve my goal. I was free! The twitching, restless, nerve-wrenching fiber-glass shard that was my abstruse accounting gig was finally over. It was time to put all of my hard-earned money toward what I’ve always wanted to return to, ever since I was seventeen years old: working as a part-time life guard in some shanty surfer town in Southern California.
I love you guys, and will always miss you,
Sam “Squid” Dullard
The shadowy figure that haunts me when I’m breaking & creating & doing my laundry. It shifts and churns trying to breathe or speak so it could say “i don’t want to be lonely.”
i dont really know how to figure much. im bad at math, bad at thinking, bad at pretty much everything. what i do know how to figure is little, and it doesnt really amount to much, but it gets me an’ my family by, and that’s what matters. that’s what i set out to do, and i’ve achieved my goal!
I can’t work out the answer, oh help. If I don;t my life is over, finished, caput. Figure, figure – go figure – what a cliche, what a load of unfinshed hell.
your pretty when your in a stance that doesn’t involve blood slipping off your starry hips. i think if your smiling the edges of your lips would touch the ground. but don’t worry baby, i’ll pick them back up. we’ll start all over again.
figuring out math problems isn’t really that hard, it’s just careless errors that get me. my math teacher doesn’t know how to figure me out, and it hurts me in a weird way where it won’t affect me until later on in life :[ so sad so sad
figure it out, for yourself, I am not helping you on this one. you can’t keep coming to me to get things figured out for you.
left to her own thoughts she came up blank on how to sort the probelm out – she was not to blame that she could not understand the things other people could and that the people who helped her were now fed up
figure out what you wanna do with your life, maybe you need a fresh start. I figure that’s what you gotta do right? Everyone has to start somewhere. There are a lot of things you can do. I have a lot of crazy dreams.
squares and lines and figures covered the paper, overlapping like pieces of magazines in a collage. i stared at the desk full of information and felt sweat start to drip down my forehead. this wasn’t going to work… none of it was. all of us were going to get caught and who knows what happens after that?
I figured I would never have ended up here if I ad known about this in advance. I wasn’t the type of girl to pack my bags, get on a plane and hope I ended up somewhere warm. I wasn’t spontaneous or exciting or flexible for that matter.
im good with figures. i used to hve a sexy figure i figured that i am growing as a different person! figures and numbers intrigue me! girls like a good figure as much as guys! im too bad at it :(
I figure that this word isn’t really that important, but figures are sometimes used in stone to represent famous dead people, especially in parks. Also known as statues, they let us know what famous people would look like if birds crapped all over them.
i saw a billboard tonight that had a picture of a man hiking in a “blank space” but all my friend could think of to fill the space was “figure” when it was obviously a picture of a MAN HIKING
i figure that the word figure just makes me think of art. the figure of a human. the figure of a composition. the figure of the holistic aesthetics of life. life is a figure. go shape it. go figure out your figure.
Her body like a vampire’s bed–
The finding a house
Way above the prairie of home,
Where limits are let go
And scattered minds flow.
The bastard beneath–
Below the pink see through blouse,
If far underneath
Would I have found out?
The ticks of the beat
The movement of the feet–
Bewildering the departure to sky,
Below below; brown is the culprit.
The figure in the window. So dark so pale, the light of day i never see, just this dark figure in front of me. So blind so lost in a never ending see, all i recall is this figure of me.
She spent the time in it, but often, even she marveled at her figure.
The curves were all in place, sumptuous, each angle crisp, taut. Two hours at the gym a day, avoid the fries, it was dedication.
That figure brought looks, lines, suggestions. Her social calendar was full. Yet, nothing lasted past the first encounter.
The figure drew them in, but her insides were vapid, putrid.
She just worked harder on the figure, forgetting the beauty locked deep inside.
figure out what i told you last night baby!
there are many ways to discuss figure. For instance, a figure of speech, a metaphor if you will. There are also figures, as in diagrams. But more interestingly, body figures. Who doesn’t want to talk about body figures? A dainty waist on a woman, the perfect hour-glass figure. Plus ACTION figures totally rule.
“I had such a good sleep last night.” I say to her.
“Yeah, but it’s those birds man, they’re so loud.” she replies.
“Yeah, go figure.”
“Did I talk in my sleep last night?” she asks.
“I don’t know.” I say. “Perhaps, but I was asleep, so I don’t know.”
Her stately figure adorned the ballroom floor as she glided across it gracefully, like a swan in a sea of crows. Her beauty outshone that of every singles lady in the room, yet the prince was not charmed by her. Not one bit.
speech is my
talk of lonely things
that are poured
into the darkest
part of the mind
but figures pass
and i am not
alone here.
there is a wonderful figure right in front of me. i don’t know why, it just numbs my sensation every time i look at it. it’s a sublime piece of art, perfect in grace and symmetry. as if helena herself materialised this woman out of her dreams.
Her figure was fine
An hourglass
An answer
To whatever question
You had in mind
She was not without worry
But she was open
To suggestion
She danced in crimson
But her eyes
Were the sweetest brown
She wore her lashes long
And her anger short
She was a lady
Every time
My figure needs some work. It’s a bit round right now. A 0…I’m working on an 8. But either way, I love me. It figures that women are so worried about their figures. We still strive to be the best looking, and while men strive for that as well, I feel there’s not as much pressure on them as there is for women. All the time on television you see beautiful women with guys who are overweight or not making an effort.
Go figure. Figure it out. Think about it. Speak, and breathe in. Relax, and go figure skating with your friends. Make figure eights when you skate. Figures are important to keep. You can do that by skating!
Go figure – go on, figure! Figure it out. Think about what it means and coe up with something. Something good though, not just any old crap. Be considerate, think it through carefully then, just when they least expect it – bam, go figure. And then, nothingness. At ease.
Figure the obvious.Figure the blatant.Figue it out. Before it late.This figure business is seriously funny.
I feel that a figure is an important thing to have. Whether referring to your body or as a person of guidance—to how you decide what to wear, how to vote. You can figure thingfs out or “Go Figure” when something ironic happens. Either way it’s a pretty important word.
How often have I thought about my figure? I don’t remember. I guess I really don’t. I probably will if I have known myself to be fat. But I’m not fat. I have never been fat. People can’t imagine how that can be very disappointing.
love. who wouldn’t know that word? the greatest word of all.. the entire world depends on it. so, why is it so hard to confess that one, single word out? why is it so hard to accept that one single word? one small four letter word, yet capable of changing each and everyone’s lives..
“To many people waste their time worrying about their figure”. Bullshit. People need to worry about it. Because who knows what we’d be walking around looking like without the worry. Worry isn’t always a bad thing. But, if you think about it, Figures come in all shapes and sizes. Maybe for that reason, we should secure them.
meine figur is zu schlecht, wenn ich an figuren denke, denke ich an ballet, grazi
As the figures stared mockingly back at me, beads of sweat trickling down my forehead… I gave in. I took off my tie, flashed the finger to my boss and ran out into the street, the band of brothers that I had long ago left for a more advantageous, prosperous life, were playing an anthem, marching along by my side, gradually helping me to achieve my goal. I was free! The twitching, restless, nerve-wrenching fiber-glass shard that was my abstruse accounting gig was finally over. It was time to put all of my hard-earned money toward what I’ve always wanted to return to, ever since I was seventeen years old: working as a part-time life guard in some shanty surfer town in Southern California.
I love you guys, and will always miss you,
Sam “Squid” Dullard
The shadowy figure that haunts me when I’m breaking & creating & doing my laundry. It shifts and churns trying to breathe or speak so it could say “i don’t want to be lonely.”
Her figure was like that of a 12-year-old–wispy thin and flat-chested.
i dont really know how to figure much. im bad at math, bad at thinking, bad at pretty much everything. what i do know how to figure is little, and it doesnt really amount to much, but it gets me an’ my family by, and that’s what matters. that’s what i set out to do, and i’ve achieved my goal!
I shall have a better day tomorrow…he will be more loving and considerate..
I can’t work out the answer, oh help. If I don;t my life is over, finished, caput. Figure, figure – go figure – what a cliche, what a load of unfinshed hell.
your pretty when your in a stance that doesn’t involve blood slipping off your starry hips. i think if your smiling the edges of your lips would touch the ground. but don’t worry baby, i’ll pick them back up. we’ll start all over again.
the sun & i
plotted,
and when the time
was just right,
it left us alone-
figuring out math problems isn’t really that hard, it’s just careless errors that get me. my math teacher doesn’t know how to figure me out, and it hurts me in a weird way where it won’t affect me until later on in life :[ so sad so sad
figure it out, for yourself, I am not helping you on this one. you can’t keep coming to me to get things figured out for you.
left to her own thoughts she came up blank on how to sort the probelm out – she was not to blame that she could not understand the things other people could and that the people who helped her were now fed up
figure out what you wanna do with your life, maybe you need a fresh start. I figure that’s what you gotta do right? Everyone has to start somewhere. There are a lot of things you can do. I have a lot of crazy dreams.
A figure thats good, a figure thats like an hour glass
squares and lines and figures covered the paper, overlapping like pieces of magazines in a collage. i stared at the desk full of information and felt sweat start to drip down my forehead. this wasn’t going to work… none of it was. all of us were going to get caught and who knows what happens after that?
I am entranced by dark figures who’s faces I cannot see — anonymity intrigues me.
I figured I would never have ended up here if I ad known about this in advance. I wasn’t the type of girl to pack my bags, get on a plane and hope I ended up somewhere warm. I wasn’t spontaneous or exciting or flexible for that matter.
a beautiful skater on the glowing ice, dancing, peroweting. She is the motion of life on
im good with figures. i used to hve a sexy figure i figured that i am growing as a different person! figures and numbers intrigue me! girls like a good figure as much as guys! im too bad at it :(
I figure that this word isn’t really that important, but figures are sometimes used in stone to represent famous dead people, especially in parks. Also known as statues, they let us know what famous people would look like if birds crapped all over them.
i saw a billboard tonight that had a picture of a man hiking in a “blank space” but all my friend could think of to fill the space was “figure” when it was obviously a picture of a MAN HIKING
i figure that the word figure just makes me think of art. the figure of a human. the figure of a composition. the figure of the holistic aesthetics of life. life is a figure. go shape it. go figure out your figure.
Her body like a vampire’s bed–
The finding a house
Way above the prairie of home,
Where limits are let go
And scattered minds flow.
The bastard beneath–
Below the pink see through blouse,
If far underneath
Would I have found out?
The ticks of the beat
The movement of the feet–
Bewildering the departure to sky,
Below below; brown is the culprit.
figure 8. circles and circles…