in order to harness the energy in the bomb, they had to hook up so many wires and cords and electrical doohickeys. it was crazy. but we were able to use it to power the house. and this was months after the atom bomb wrecked all of the habitations around us. leaving us without food. without power. without any medical supplies.
And with the utmost ferocity he gripped the harness and pulled it off. He bared his teeth and glared at the crowd, howling as he tore the harness in two and flung the pieces onto the dirt floor. Like an animal he leaped off into the woods nearby, and the crowd watched him, screaming in fear.
i got a puppy last week. 8 months old. most times, he’s perfect. loving and well behaved. but sometimes he needs a crate and harness and a harsh tone and a threat. and i don’t have any of those things. just a puppy. one that i love.
I don’t know why people can’t just leave me alone. If I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk about it. They can’t just keep pushing me and pushing me for answers until I’m pushed over the edge. They can’t put me in their own controlling harness and route every turn I make in my life. They need to learn to stop living my life for me. I’m fine alone.
I want to harness my energy. I want to harness my writing powers. whenever I don’t know what to say I resort to repetition. I’ve never been a very good speed writer I like to write slow and rewrite and edit and stress over every word and letter. Harness. like a horse? Or like me.
she wore a harness that held her mind in place. there were figures relating to inanimate situations she had heard of through the paper and the television. they were all just suspended there, like wet towels.
“Harness your potential.
Harness your power.
Harness your weakness.”
She repeated to herself while riding the horse that could take her all the way. He was her everything, pride of her family’s ranch, half as old as she was, he was the ticket to her fame. After the freak harness accident that had left her left leg lame, competitive riding was almost impossible for her yet her drive to continue was greater than her fears and she overcame them with three simple sentences. The race line was nearing, she was a hairs away from first, if she could just harness the strength in those three seconds. She kicked at the horse a second before the finish line gun went off. A smile held on her famished face.
harness yourself into the joys of life. see what truly pleases you and continue to do what makes you happy. Harness yourself to the journey you attend.
It was a difficult burden to harness, but we knew it was the right thing to do for Eddie. We dragged out all of the things he owned from the ramshackle cottage in which he had lived for half of his life. Mattresses, chairs, stools, tables – even an “old-fashioned” chandelier that looked like it had been bought from a flea market – were all tossed into the yard, ready to be literally axed and burned.
I couldn’t help but feel the panic rise in my throat when I saw the way my harness was not so nicely wrapped around me. It was going to snap and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked down at the cavern below me. Better start writing that will now.
It’s incredibly hard for me to harness in all of the happiness I’m feeling right now. I never thought my little monthly problem would make me feel so free, and I never thought something I loathed so much would be such a valuable lesson. Life is changed.
I force my hand to make a thumbs up sign to the men standing on the bridge. I’m completely aware of my feet on solid ground, of people passing by giving me a glance. I close my eyes, trusting that the harness around me will keep me safe and step off the bridge. I’m falling, my mind screeches at me.
“If only we could harness the pow–”
“No. No. It’s not ours to harness.”
One may harness a horse, or a river for a mill, but not this.
Not us, and not this.
She ran through the fields with excitement. The barley were warm from the blazing sun under her bare feet. She quickly filled up the basket in her left hand and smiles blossomed on her face when she found her cat crouched behind a stack of wheat.
“There you are.” she extended her hand towards him.
My life was empty, forever on a down, until you took me, showed me around, my life is free now, my life is clear, i love you sweet leaf, though you can’t hear, come on now, try it out, straight people don’t know, what you’re about, they put you down and shut you out, you gave to me a new belief, and soon the world will love you sweet leaf.
The horse was strapped into its harness. Broken leg dangling limply. The crane lifted it up and the horse bucked. It was the only survivor of the car crash.
I have been holding on for too long. I’m still stuck in the harness that you put on me. I wish I am free falling instead. I wish I am not in your reach. You have hurt me. You have damaged my heart. Yet I still hold on to the little thing that connects me to you. If I only I can get out of this. I need an anchor to pull me down, to break the harness that ties me to your love.
the sky runs
and I cannot harness the colors
clouds bleed away
tangling in the leaves
of tall, grasping trees
and this is how I know
that impermanence is beautiful
I looked around nervously, wondering if the stars could see what I was up to. In front of me stood a white peeling fence. I stared at it and it stared back. Then, very carefully, I pulled a long fraying rope out of the pack at my side.
when you harness the horse the cat stops meowing. then everything comes together because british girl says so. once you tell the horse to stop horsing around the harness will come off and then you have southern girl staring at you out the window saying hey baby, lets get something going on. and then you will go and she will get one of her bears to eat you. then the cat will start meowing again and everything will make sense.
Harness dreams to the sky, a trailing balloon, the white smoke of a jetplane on a blue horizon, a tuft of a cloud, a dandelion spore. Harness heart to hope and float. Kick feet, believe. Daydreams are helium for the soul.
The ability to harness the emotional swell of my heart was once unbearable. But for some reason it’s been far much easier this week.
Taking breaks from your own emotional responsibility is important. That way you can return with the capacity to harness all that is necessary to thrive.
At least that how I feel right now about this word. =^.^=
The harness fitted the little pony very well and once done up, worked a treat. Now all she had to do was put on the saddle…but she was only small and couldn’t lift it up onto the little pony. She looked around and lo and behold ….there was a large stump that she climbed on to lift the saddle onto the pony.
The soul that you have, use it like a parachute that you fall to the earth with for catching your soul. Only you can prevent forest fires with a harness. And usually if you harness the power of the fire then you can burn the forest down. Certain things make people harness their abilities more, such as, wherefore, and only if you think you can do what you need to do with the soul that you have.
I was harnessed in, tight as can be. My heart was racing, this was something I had never done before. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and jumped. Air rushed past my face and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Looking down, I saw the world below me. So many people and buildings, just specs in my vision.
A horse with four legs ran across a field. A man caught up to it. A native of the land. He jumped on its back, swinging himself over the large, strong, and thick neck of the horse. Another man threw a small piece of cloth up to him and the rider sat on it.
in order to harness your inner energy, you’ll have to find various channels to do so in a meaningful yet seemingly extraordinary manner. For those who have a high amount of brain power, they often feel the need to hold back in order to either not be perceived as an outlier or a nerd.
I slipped out of bed and grabbed my bad for the day. It was labeled ‘Day 108’. I looked inside as I ran down the hallway; they only gave me certain things for each day. A bottle of water, a corn muffin, a baidaid, and…a harness. It was small enough for a small dog. Huh, I wonder what the challenge was going to be today.
WE simply cannot allow her to harness the power! I exclaimed.
“We have little choice there is nothing we can do to stop her,” He said and pulled me down, as I tried to lunges away.
“There is one thing,” I said, and looked away from him.
“No, I won’t let you.” he said and tightened his grip on me.
“I Love you,” I said and kissed him, before putting a sleeping spell on him
A harness. That’s all that keeps you from hitting the ground. Hard. You are forty feet above the ground. Looking down, the world seems small and yet you don’t seem all that big.
I put the at harness in its place. My lead dog, Teata, chuffed and pawed at the ice. The other six were standing at attention, waiting for my command. I climbed on to my sled and gripped the reins in my mitton covered hands. I took a deep breath of the frozen night air. “Hike!” I bellowed over their heads. Teata took of, chasing the North Star and the finish line.
She should not have started climbing in this ghastly weather. Stupid, impulsive alcoholic infused decision with a twist of anger and confusion a seriously bad judgment even with a harness.
I carefully arrange the solar panels in a neat array. Set the wires and make sure the batteries are connected correctly. I harness the power of the sun.
holding you back, hard, cold, pulling, pulling, pulling you away. authortiy pushing the limits. wrong. this is wrong. why harnees? why harness the power? the creativit
straps, bands, equipment to hold something? to put on a horse donkey or a dog, to steer
in order to harness the energy in the bomb, they had to hook up so many wires and cords and electrical doohickeys. it was crazy. but we were able to use it to power the house. and this was months after the atom bomb wrecked all of the habitations around us. leaving us without food. without power. without any medical supplies.
And with the utmost ferocity he gripped the harness and pulled it off. He bared his teeth and glared at the crowd, howling as he tore the harness in two and flung the pieces onto the dirt floor. Like an animal he leaped off into the woods nearby, and the crowd watched him, screaming in fear.
To have control of; to have the power of.
i got a puppy last week. 8 months old. most times, he’s perfect. loving and well behaved. but sometimes he needs a crate and harness and a harsh tone and a threat. and i don’t have any of those things. just a puppy. one that i love.
I don’t know why people can’t just leave me alone. If I don’t want to talk about it, I don’t want to talk about it. They can’t just keep pushing me and pushing me for answers until I’m pushed over the edge. They can’t put me in their own controlling harness and route every turn I make in my life. They need to learn to stop living my life for me. I’m fine alone.
I want to harness my energy. I want to harness my writing powers. whenever I don’t know what to say I resort to repetition. I’ve never been a very good speed writer I like to write slow and rewrite and edit and stress over every word and letter. Harness. like a horse? Or like me.
Beautiful!
Harnessing the energies
that is what we do
in different forms
at different levels
this piece of writing is harnessed too ! :D :p :)
she wore a harness that held her mind in place. there were figures relating to inanimate situations she had heard of through the paper and the television. they were all just suspended there, like wet towels.
“Harness your potential.
Harness your power.
Harness your weakness.”
She repeated to herself while riding the horse that could take her all the way. He was her everything, pride of her family’s ranch, half as old as she was, he was the ticket to her fame. After the freak harness accident that had left her left leg lame, competitive riding was almost impossible for her yet her drive to continue was greater than her fears and she overcame them with three simple sentences. The race line was nearing, she was a hairs away from first, if she could just harness the strength in those three seconds. She kicked at the horse a second before the finish line gun went off. A smile held on her famished face.
harness yourself into the joys of life. see what truly pleases you and continue to do what makes you happy. Harness yourself to the journey you attend.
It was a difficult burden to harness, but we knew it was the right thing to do for Eddie. We dragged out all of the things he owned from the ramshackle cottage in which he had lived for half of his life. Mattresses, chairs, stools, tables – even an “old-fashioned” chandelier that looked like it had been bought from a flea market – were all tossed into the yard, ready to be literally axed and burned.
I couldn’t help but feel the panic rise in my throat when I saw the way my harness was not so nicely wrapped around me. It was going to snap and there was nothing I could do about it. I looked down at the cavern below me. Better start writing that will now.
It’s incredibly hard for me to harness in all of the happiness I’m feeling right now. I never thought my little monthly problem would make me feel so free, and I never thought something I loathed so much would be such a valuable lesson. Life is changed.
I force my hand to make a thumbs up sign to the men standing on the bridge. I’m completely aware of my feet on solid ground, of people passing by giving me a glance. I close my eyes, trusting that the harness around me will keep me safe and step off the bridge. I’m falling, my mind screeches at me.
“If only we could harness the pow–”
“No. No. It’s not ours to harness.”
One may harness a horse, or a river for a mill, but not this.
Not us, and not this.
She ran through the fields with excitement. The barley were warm from the blazing sun under her bare feet. She quickly filled up the basket in her left hand and smiles blossomed on her face when she found her cat crouched behind a stack of wheat.
“There you are.” she extended her hand towards him.
My life was empty, forever on a down, until you took me, showed me around, my life is free now, my life is clear, i love you sweet leaf, though you can’t hear, come on now, try it out, straight people don’t know, what you’re about, they put you down and shut you out, you gave to me a new belief, and soon the world will love you sweet leaf.
The horse was strapped into its harness. Broken leg dangling limply. The crane lifted it up and the horse bucked. It was the only survivor of the car crash.
I have been holding on for too long. I’m still stuck in the harness that you put on me. I wish I am free falling instead. I wish I am not in your reach. You have hurt me. You have damaged my heart. Yet I still hold on to the little thing that connects me to you. If I only I can get out of this. I need an anchor to pull me down, to break the harness that ties me to your love.
We wear harnesses to suspend us as we zipline down the air. Wind, space, we’re tied together by straps and fabric. One hand to guide us up and down.
the sky runs
and I cannot harness the colors
clouds bleed away
tangling in the leaves
of tall, grasping trees
and this is how I know
that impermanence is beautiful
You have cut the harness
off of me
and have let me go
away.
I miss you
a lot.
And I know
we’ll see one another
soon,
but soon
is not soon
enough.
I looked around nervously, wondering if the stars could see what I was up to. In front of me stood a white peeling fence. I stared at it and it stared back. Then, very carefully, I pulled a long fraying rope out of the pack at my side.
when you harness the horse the cat stops meowing. then everything comes together because british girl says so. once you tell the horse to stop horsing around the harness will come off and then you have southern girl staring at you out the window saying hey baby, lets get something going on. and then you will go and she will get one of her bears to eat you. then the cat will start meowing again and everything will make sense.
Harness dreams to the sky, a trailing balloon, the white smoke of a jetplane on a blue horizon, a tuft of a cloud, a dandelion spore. Harness heart to hope and float. Kick feet, believe. Daydreams are helium for the soul.
The ability to harness the emotional swell of my heart was once unbearable. But for some reason it’s been far much easier this week.
Taking breaks from your own emotional responsibility is important. That way you can return with the capacity to harness all that is necessary to thrive.
At least that how I feel right now about this word. =^.^=
The harness fitted the little pony very well and once done up, worked a treat. Now all she had to do was put on the saddle…but she was only small and couldn’t lift it up onto the little pony. She looked around and lo and behold ….there was a large stump that she climbed on to lift the saddle onto the pony.
The soul that you have, use it like a parachute that you fall to the earth with for catching your soul. Only you can prevent forest fires with a harness. And usually if you harness the power of the fire then you can burn the forest down. Certain things make people harness their abilities more, such as, wherefore, and only if you think you can do what you need to do with the soul that you have.
tied up and trussed. trust. trusted. chained and maimed held down and bolted… through a gate unlocked let slip
I was harnessed in, tight as can be. My heart was racing, this was something I had never done before. Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and jumped. Air rushed past my face and for a moment I couldn’t breathe. Looking down, I saw the world below me. So many people and buildings, just specs in my vision.
A horse with four legs ran across a field. A man caught up to it. A native of the land. He jumped on its back, swinging himself over the large, strong, and thick neck of the horse. Another man threw a small piece of cloth up to him and the rider sat on it.
in order to harness your inner energy, you’ll have to find various channels to do so in a meaningful yet seemingly extraordinary manner. For those who have a high amount of brain power, they often feel the need to hold back in order to either not be perceived as an outlier or a nerd.
I slipped out of bed and grabbed my bad for the day. It was labeled ‘Day 108’. I looked inside as I ran down the hallway; they only gave me certain things for each day. A bottle of water, a corn muffin, a baidaid, and…a harness. It was small enough for a small dog. Huh, I wonder what the challenge was going to be today.
WE simply cannot allow her to harness the power! I exclaimed.
“We have little choice there is nothing we can do to stop her,” He said and pulled me down, as I tried to lunges away.
“There is one thing,” I said, and looked away from him.
“No, I won’t let you.” he said and tightened his grip on me.
“I Love you,” I said and kissed him, before putting a sleeping spell on him
A harness. That’s all that keeps you from hitting the ground. Hard. You are forty feet above the ground. Looking down, the world seems small and yet you don’t seem all that big.
I put the at harness in its place. My lead dog, Teata, chuffed and pawed at the ice. The other six were standing at attention, waiting for my command. I climbed on to my sled and gripped the reins in my mitton covered hands. I took a deep breath of the frozen night air. “Hike!” I bellowed over their heads. Teata took of, chasing the North Star and the finish line.
She should not have started climbing in this ghastly weather. Stupid, impulsive alcoholic infused decision with a twist of anger and confusion a seriously bad judgment even with a harness.
I carefully arrange the solar panels in a neat array. Set the wires and make sure the batteries are connected correctly. I harness the power of the sun.
holding you back, hard, cold, pulling, pulling, pulling you away. authortiy pushing the limits. wrong. this is wrong. why harnees? why harness the power? the creativit