Not finished. At the end of anything people long for that feeling of accomplishment. This is also known as completion. To be incomplete is to feel inadequate.
Not finished. At the end of anything people long for that feeling of accomplishment. This is also known as completion. To be incomplete is to feel inadequate.
Emptyness is a part of life. Missing is a part of growing up. Being incomplete, however. That’s a feeling nobody should encounter. Life is for living. Not for missing. And if I am incomplete. What is life? Everyone needs someone. And I’m still searching.
I am unknown
I am unheard
I am unerving
I am innevitable
I am emptyiness
I am fear
I take away safety
I have no hope
I am not lost
I am not found
I am alone
I am unknown
I am unheard
I am unerving
I am innevitable
I am emptyiness
I am fear
I take away safety
I have no hope
I am not lost
I am not found
I am alone
It’s not done. Come on, what’s this? Look at all this is lacking. Just great. What am I to do without the total package I need for this? But wait, without it’s everything, it’s something on it’s own. Something incomplete, but unique.
Incomplete. That grade you don’t want to get because it probably means you missed a bunch of school and didn’t get your makeup work handed to your teacher in time. It’s that grade your teacher doesn’t want to give either. It means that she has more to correct, work to grade that others have already completed, and that leftover work messes up her whole paperwork system.
Me. My laundry. My house. My work. My life. My brain. My ability to love. My love life. My friendships. My parent’s love for each other. My childhood! This paragraph.
Unfortunately, my life is incomplete.
I have that routine,
That beautiful stability that everyone longs for,
That proper workout schedule, to keep me thin and strong,
And a full head of hair.
Yet, what I’m missing is you.
The thing I had, at that one instant in time,
And suddenly it no longer exists,
And no longer do I.
Sometimes i feel incomplete. i feel like there is a part of me missing. not sure where it came from. maybe it has always been there. like when i see a tree with a gap between the first branch and the second branch. maybe it grew like that…always missing something inbetween there. or maybe part of the tree fell away, left it’s home never looking back. maybe it fell to the ground………never to return.
Incomplete was a half written song about my life. A hundred endeavors begun and a hundred quests left undone. That’s what they told me at least. I was a flake. I could never get anything done. But what had I completed? I had learned and grown in all these incomplete quests. Staying till the end was a waste of time. I had already completed.
The puzzle was incomplete. I wanted to finish it. It made me sad. Maybe this is how God feels when he starts a new creation and then scraps it. Maybe he just doesn’t care.
Incomplete is when something isn’t finished. Your life is really incomplete right now and you might think the world is over because of something stupid but it isn’t. Incomplete reminds me of the word compete, which is to be competitive and fight for something. You have to compete to complete something you don’t like, because if you leave it incomplete it will just never get done and you’re gonna regret it for a very long time. that’s it.
She was gone. She’d be back eventually, which was the best word he could think of to describe the terminus of her three month trip, but until then, he was left with nothing but an empty bed and a mind full of questions and clocks counting down towards “eventually.”
I have stressed out way too much about this paper. It is such a big percentage of my grade! I almost want to turn it incomplete because then at least it’s something rather than nothing.
The data that had been processed in the past two weeks was, in fact, incomplete, and Rose was growing frustrated by it. If everything had gone according to plan, the code would be finished, and the next step of her plan would be underway. But as it was, of course, she had to do everything herself.
She pulled up a chair and opened up the laptop, only to recoil as sparks seemed to fly from the screen. She wondered if it was an optical illusion due to the lighting, but nothing was ever that simple in her office.
what inst incomplete, life love happiness isn’t complete under life itself is complete and that only happens when one dies. your life comes full circle an everything come together then. so while were on this earth,living in this life nothing is ever going to be complete so we must learn to live with incompleteness.
The thought of her name is enough to get to me. The sight of her face sends me to my knees and strips my manhood. Ultimately, it’s easier to dull my senses and let myself fall into an apathetic abyss. Sure, I may not care about much. But I certainly can’t feel completely incomplete when I can’t feel anything at all.
I have so many ideas for the word of today but 60 seconds only leaves me with so many possible sentences. You could call this irony because the amount of time I have is going to leave my story unfinished, and incomple-
Who would I be if it weren’t for you? I would be one of those people that just goes through life merely existing, leaving a trail of holes and incomplete stories. This is my thank you to you, because you may have been the one that hurt me most, but you were also the one that made me courageous.
I am incomplete. I am unfinished. A masterpiece nonetheless, but tremendously incomplete for I cannot understand the basics. I am unable to unable to understand this world, its people, its Nature. Or even myself for that matter.
in any other circumstance, i might have wondered that without him, how complete had i been? but i have never been incomplete, because i had me to nourish. self-nourishment, self-defense supprot
i’m incomplete without books. Sometimes I wonder why I’m alive. I feel so incomplete. But i cannot quite describe incomplete. Incomplete reminds me of unfinished homework and chores. I wonder why I feel restless when I think of incomplete.
I wish I said the right things
and did the right things
and always was able to smile
if you were in need of a friend
but sometimes I feel drained
and so close to tears, and frustration
and anger
that I can’t be there
and smile
and tell you everythings going to be fine
because I don’t know
i wish I did
My makeup design and the plan on a friend’s face should complete my incomplete. Latex, wet tissue, scar wax to build up cheek bones and the flowers on the sugar skulls’ brow bones, eyeliner, black-white-grey, and every step of the way it’s powder-base-powder.
I think the word incomplete refers to every aspect in the universe. Time, by being infinite is reflective of this, and thus, our lives, that of every organism on the planet can be deemed to be “incomplete”.
So many so many verbs left without release in the pages of my vomited ideas. How many how many times do I need to restart? When will these stories know the end? When will I?
Not finished. At the end of anything people long for that feeling of accomplishment. This is also known as completion. To be incomplete is to feel inadequate.
Not finished. At the end of anything people long for that feeling of accomplishment. This is also known as completion. To be incomplete is to feel inadequate.
It was incomplete, but there was much more left of her life. Surely. The prognosis had to have been a mistake. She would get a third opinion.
I felt incomplete. The thought of being without her made me sick. But yet I wanted to run away. So many feelings yet, I feel nothing.
Emptyness is a part of life. Missing is a part of growing up. Being incomplete, however. That’s a feeling nobody should encounter. Life is for living. Not for missing. And if I am incomplete. What is life? Everyone needs someone. And I’m still searching.
I am unknown
I am unheard
I am unerving
I am innevitable
I am emptyiness
I am fear
I take away safety
I have no hope
I am not lost
I am not found
I am alone
I am incomplete.
I am unknown
I am unheard
I am unerving
I am innevitable
I am emptyiness
I am fear
I take away safety
I have no hope
I am not lost
I am not found
I am alone
I am incomplete.
It’s not done. Come on, what’s this? Look at all this is lacking. Just great. What am I to do without the total package I need for this? But wait, without it’s everything, it’s something on it’s own. Something incomplete, but unique.
i feel like this is the end. I have to make something work eventually. I have to become real.
Incomplete. That grade you don’t want to get because it probably means you missed a bunch of school and didn’t get your makeup work handed to your teacher in time. It’s that grade your teacher doesn’t want to give either. It means that she has more to correct, work to grade that others have already completed, and that leftover work messes up her whole paperwork system.
Me. My laundry. My house. My work. My life. My brain. My ability to love. My love life. My friendships. My parent’s love for each other. My childhood! This paragraph.
Unfortunately, my life is incomplete.
I have that routine,
That beautiful stability that everyone longs for,
That proper workout schedule, to keep me thin and strong,
And a full head of hair.
Yet, what I’m missing is you.
The thing I had, at that one instant in time,
And suddenly it no longer exists,
And no longer do I.
Sometimes i feel incomplete. i feel like there is a part of me missing. not sure where it came from. maybe it has always been there. like when i see a tree with a gap between the first branch and the second branch. maybe it grew like that…always missing something inbetween there. or maybe part of the tree fell away, left it’s home never looking back. maybe it fell to the ground………never to return.
Incomplete, I am udderly incomplete. I am young so everything is incompletey. my brain, my face, my body, everything
Incomplete was a half written song about my life. A hundred endeavors begun and a hundred quests left undone. That’s what they told me at least. I was a flake. I could never get anything done. But what had I completed? I had learned and grown in all these incomplete quests. Staying till the end was a waste of time. I had already completed.
The puzzle was incomplete. I wanted to finish it. It made me sad. Maybe this is how God feels when he starts a new creation and then scraps it. Maybe he just doesn’t care.
Incomplete is when something isn’t finished. Your life is really incomplete right now and you might think the world is over because of something stupid but it isn’t. Incomplete reminds me of the word compete, which is to be competitive and fight for something. You have to compete to complete something you don’t like, because if you leave it incomplete it will just never get done and you’re gonna regret it for a very long time. that’s it.
My life? My dreams?
No. I’m lucky.
I’m lucky, right?
I’m smart, some say,
“gifted”
but why is there a void?
It feels conceited.
I have enough. I have MORE than enough.
Then what’s missing?
Something.
My life? My dreams?
No. I’m lucky.
I’m lucky, right?
I’m smart, some say,
“gifted”
but why is there a void?
It feels conceited.
I have enough. I have MORE than enough.
Then what’s missing?
Something.
My life? My dreams?
No. I’m lucky.
I’m lucky, right?
I’m smart, some say,
“gifted”
but why is there a void?
It feels conceited.
I have enough. I have MORE than enough.
Then what’s missing?
Something.
She was gone. She’d be back eventually, which was the best word he could think of to describe the terminus of her three month trip, but until then, he was left with nothing but an empty bed and a mind full of questions and clocks counting down towards “eventually.”
I have stressed out way too much about this paper. It is such a big percentage of my grade! I almost want to turn it incomplete because then at least it’s something rather than nothing.
The data that had been processed in the past two weeks was, in fact, incomplete, and Rose was growing frustrated by it. If everything had gone according to plan, the code would be finished, and the next step of her plan would be underway. But as it was, of course, she had to do everything herself.
She pulled up a chair and opened up the laptop, only to recoil as sparks seemed to fly from the screen. She wondered if it was an optical illusion due to the lighting, but nothing was ever that simple in her office.
what inst incomplete, life love happiness isn’t complete under life itself is complete and that only happens when one dies. your life comes full circle an everything come together then. so while were on this earth,living in this life nothing is ever going to be complete so we must learn to live with incompleteness.
Waves eat rocks at high tide
And water smothers flame
Hugo wrote of mattresses
Stealing shots from window frames
Ants fight bugs ten times their size
People cut down trees
But without dogmatic sun
The moon is incomplete
The thought of her name is enough to get to me. The sight of her face sends me to my knees and strips my manhood. Ultimately, it’s easier to dull my senses and let myself fall into an apathetic abyss. Sure, I may not care about much. But I certainly can’t feel completely incomplete when I can’t feel anything at all.
I have so many ideas for the word of today but 60 seconds only leaves me with so many possible sentences. You could call this irony because the amount of time I have is going to leave my story unfinished, and incomple-
Who would I be if it weren’t for you? I would be one of those people that just goes through life merely existing, leaving a trail of holes and incomplete stories. This is my thank you to you, because you may have been the one that hurt me most, but you were also the one that made me courageous.
With you I laugh, I cry, I rage
Yet you know me not.
I am completely alone, even with you
And yet, I am so imcomplete…
I am incomplete. I am unfinished. A masterpiece nonetheless, but tremendously incomplete for I cannot understand the basics. I am unable to unable to understand this world, its people, its Nature. Or even myself for that matter.
me
him
me without him
this
everything we worked for
my heart
my soul
my comfort
my life
everything
my world
in any other circumstance, i might have wondered that without him, how complete had i been? but i have never been incomplete, because i had me to nourish. self-nourishment, self-defense supprot
Incomplete, is never an option, incomplete is something unattainable.
It’s never incomplete, only unfinished.
you letter is incomplete
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i’m incomplete without books. Sometimes I wonder why I’m alive. I feel so incomplete. But i cannot quite describe incomplete. Incomplete reminds me of unfinished homework and chores. I wonder why I feel restless when I think of incomplete.
I wish I said the right things
and did the right things
and always was able to smile
if you were in need of a friend
but sometimes I feel drained
and so close to tears, and frustration
and anger
that I can’t be there
and smile
and tell you everythings going to be fine
because I don’t know
i wish I did
Her past was incomplete. At least, that was the reason they gave her when they took her future.
My makeup design and the plan on a friend’s face should complete my incomplete. Latex, wet tissue, scar wax to build up cheek bones and the flowers on the sugar skulls’ brow bones, eyeliner, black-white-grey, and every step of the way it’s powder-base-powder.
I think the word incomplete refers to every aspect in the universe. Time, by being infinite is reflective of this, and thus, our lives, that of every organism on the planet can be deemed to be “incomplete”.
So many so many verbs left without release in the pages of my vomited ideas. How many how many times do I need to restart? When will these stories know the end? When will I?