i lack the other end of the road. the one that will bring me back to you, and in some way i think back to me. back to the sun that rose over our bodies blanked in dew. sticky with those times it pains me to think about.
the lack of stuff make me angry in this stupid place where i can’t do anything but sit here and do work and it is annoying because i want to do other things beside work and i don’t want to take anymore finals and i am waiting for a text that isn’t coming and it is getting annoying and this grammar is horrible and this is really long
Out in the tin shed, locked with a rusted deadbolt; inside a lack of light, the smell of fertilizer escapes and Round-Up and Corry’s Slug and Snail Death, a veritable toxic superfund site just waiting to be discovered, piled high with sun-bleached lawn furniture.
i sit on the edge of a stump, lacking a body, kneading the grass with my toes. earth churns as my fingers grasp for a small twig, which snaps and crumbles in my hands.
here are the things you lack
compassion for others feelings
a sense that you are not the center of the universe
a small head for your enormous ego
among other things, you’re just a jerk
and i’m glad i don’t need you anymore.
Lack is the place where love and loss fail to meet. Without love, one avoids loss, but life without loss is life without love. Lack is the absence of the two.
Lack? I am lacking money. This is what i require. What we all require. Or so it seems. It helps us live, and eat, and fuel ideas. And i am all about ideas. If there is one thing i do not lack. It is ideas. This is weird. This site.
lack. Da ist der erste Lack ab, sagte die Hebamme angesichts der ausgeprägten Schwangerschaftsstreifen. Und: “Wenn Sie hier rauskommen, dann mit Kind im Arm, nicht mehr im Bauch.”
I am emotionaly unavalible…
I lack the part of myself that must be given to enjoy you
I do not want to know what’s on your mind
or your dreams I do not care to kiss you
or run my hands across your flesh
Darling
I am emotionaly unavalible
So please, if you will, just go away.
lack of fizzy drinks is making me tired at the moment iknow its stupid but i cant help it . i just want to hear that sound and have the first sip ooh that first taste …………..
I think there’s a lack of love, a lack of peace, a lack of joy, a lack of grease, a lack of you and me and what we need to be and that’s what I’m sayin
Well.
I lack a lot of things.
Mostly self-motivation. I can’t get myself to do anything unless I see a valid reason to do it, and then I have to want to do it.
XD
A lot of people lack a lot of things. Some people lack money, some lack fashion, some lack friends. Everywhere you turn there is somebody who lacks something. No matter what.
I seem to do that a lot. Ok, I seem to do that with pretty much everything. I have a knack for mediocrity. I guess that’s one thing I do well. Although, it’s not something to really brag about, is it?
i lacklove i lack a family who believes in me i lack you lalala ilack talent in stuff i love i lack lots of thigns that i dont need i lack good keyboard skills as i made a lot of typos lol stream of conciousness is funn we
Sometimes what motivates us most is trying to achieve what we feel we lack. …. …. Like writing something meaningful but lacking the creative chops to come up with something in 60 seconds.
I lack in a lot of things. I lack at school. I lack at social etiquet. I even lack at writing a decent story, as you have probably realized. I lack self confidence. I also lack confidence in others. It’s not my fault. I just do.
the only reason my life lacks love or anything of the sort is because I choose it to do so, It is my choice whether i make connections or not. Whether it be fear of failure, or fear of a broken heart, the problem needs to be solved.
Lizzie jumped in the air and kicked her legs out like a crazed dancer. It was a great day! For all the lack of sleep she’d had in the previous weeks, this was like a new awakening. The magic of eight solid hours of sleep was not lost on her.
for lack of words cannot explain what happens when you call my name. I love you more than words can say for lack of love is death to me. for lack of words that come out right.. i love you today and tonight.
I sit on the edge of the bed, eyeing the large stain left from whenever we drank champagne that new years night logn ago. I look at the spot where your body should lay next to mine. You are not there. I feel naked in front of a large audience, and all eyes are watching me as I begin to collapse into a pile of rubbish. You should be here, but you are nowhere in sight. I close my eyes, whisper your name, and pray that you will come back to me. I feel a great emptiness, and I understand that you will never be mine again.
I felt a certain lack, looking up at the stars. I don’t know why. I probed the constellations. Orion’s belt, easiest to pick out, just three stars in a straight line. Next easiest was the North Star, Polaris. But it was gone. The North Star, used by sailors and travelers as a constant for millennia, had disappeared from the sky.
i lack everything the is essential to do good in life. but that also means i have everything. you cannot truely lack something unless you have ever had it. so noone really lacks anything and lack is just an illusion.
i lack confidince i am gwetting better though. to tell you the truth the entire world just lacks love anmd peace and joy. and this all stems from our leaders and ourselves. we need to be more confident as a people. if we do this all worry will leave the world and everyone will be happy. then peace with emerge from the darkness to take us all in its loving grasp.
The end
If one has a ‘lack’ of anything in their life it is essential that they address it and act proactively. To not do so means that person risks becoming a have not or a withered up soul with a big fat chip on their shoulder – essentially, a victim of life!
I had always wondered what it was. The thing that I was missing. The piece of the puzzle that had vanished mysteriously, making my puzzle incredible pointless. There was always something lacking. I didn’t understand it, didn’t warrant it. It haunted me until I realized that everything I was missing- he had. When he walked away I felt empty again.
the lack of milk at my house is absolutely ridiculous, i went to make a bowl of cereal and after i poured the cereal and everything i go to the damn fridge and theres no milk. I’m tired of the lack of responsibility in this house! Damnit!
Some morinings I wake up already with a wide smile on my face. I feel as if everything is alright, and I will be fine. I drink my orange juice and cut a smile into my toast. I play with the hem of my lace dress. I offer all of my companions hug, but whenever I go back home I realize that this is all a lie. It is not who I really am, and that I am truly lacking substance. Everything I have been in these rare moments is nothing but a facade, and soon it will wither away and give place to who I truly am. Everyone will see behind my mask and understand that I am not the girl they think. I am no one, with nothing to offer.
a dull smile &
a silent shriek as she wishes for someone
sSOMEONE to notice
the sparkle that her eyes lack
that sparkle all the other little girls have
I never felt the need to express that I lack at so many things. I always have wanted to appear perfect. I mean, I lack at social etiquet, but I pretend to know what to do in public. I lack at education, and yet I still seem to manage to pass in school.
longing. a little longing goes away. it’ll be okay. lack creates presence in the end.
i lack the other end of the road. the one that will bring me back to you, and in some way i think back to me. back to the sun that rose over our bodies blanked in dew. sticky with those times it pains me to think about.
the lack of stuff make me angry in this stupid place where i can’t do anything but sit here and do work and it is annoying because i want to do other things beside work and i don’t want to take anymore finals and i am waiting for a text that isn’t coming and it is getting annoying and this grammar is horrible and this is really long
there’s a lack of everything. especially words. real ones.
Out in the tin shed, locked with a rusted deadbolt; inside a lack of light, the smell of fertilizer escapes and Round-Up and Corry’s Slug and Snail Death, a veritable toxic superfund site just waiting to be discovered, piled high with sun-bleached lawn furniture.
i sit on the edge of a stump, lacking a body, kneading the grass with my toes. earth churns as my fingers grasp for a small twig, which snaps and crumbles in my hands.
here are the things you lack
compassion for others feelings
a sense that you are not the center of the universe
a small head for your enormous ego
among other things, you’re just a jerk
and i’m glad i don’t need you anymore.
Lack is the place where love and loss fail to meet. Without love, one avoids loss, but life without loss is life without love. Lack is the absence of the two.
Lack? I am lacking money. This is what i require. What we all require. Or so it seems. It helps us live, and eat, and fuel ideas. And i am all about ideas. If there is one thing i do not lack. It is ideas. This is weird. This site.
lack. Da ist der erste Lack ab, sagte die Hebamme angesichts der ausgeprägten Schwangerschaftsstreifen. Und: “Wenn Sie hier rauskommen, dann mit Kind im Arm, nicht mehr im Bauch.”
I am emotionaly unavalible…
I lack the part of myself that must be given to enjoy you
I do not want to know what’s on your mind
or your dreams I do not care to kiss you
or run my hands across your flesh
Darling
I am emotionaly unavalible
So please, if you will, just go away.
I lack restraint. I feel how i wish and act in any manner that pleases me. Fuck your heart and your limitations, i know no limits.
lack of fizzy drinks is making me tired at the moment iknow its stupid but i cant help it . i just want to hear that sound and have the first sip ooh that first taste …………..
I think there’s a lack of love, a lack of peace, a lack of joy, a lack of grease, a lack of you and me and what we need to be and that’s what I’m sayin
Well.
I lack a lot of things.
Mostly self-motivation. I can’t get myself to do anything unless I see a valid reason to do it, and then I have to want to do it.
XD
A lot of people lack a lot of things. Some people lack money, some lack fashion, some lack friends. Everywhere you turn there is somebody who lacks something. No matter what.
There was no love in her life no joy. She lacked one thing: compassion. She felt like no one cared enough loved enough.
I seem to do that a lot. Ok, I seem to do that with pretty much everything. I have a knack for mediocrity. I guess that’s one thing I do well. Although, it’s not something to really brag about, is it?
i lack money please donate haha just kidding lacking is like people tha need stuff or need more
i lacklove i lack a family who believes in me i lack you lalala ilack talent in stuff i love i lack lots of thigns that i dont need i lack good keyboard skills as i made a lot of typos lol stream of conciousness is funn we
lack of love, lack of respect, lack of faith, lack of life, lack of wish, lack of believing, lack of imagination, lack of friendship. gain gain gain.
Sometimes what motivates us most is trying to achieve what we feel we lack. …. …. Like writing something meaningful but lacking the creative chops to come up with something in 60 seconds.
i lack something. we all lack something. but we have to try to think about what we got. not the things and moments we lack. there is no point to that.
I lack in a lot of things. I lack at school. I lack at social etiquet. I even lack at writing a decent story, as you have probably realized. I lack self confidence. I also lack confidence in others. It’s not my fault. I just do.
the only reason my life lacks love or anything of the sort is because I choose it to do so, It is my choice whether i make connections or not. Whether it be fear of failure, or fear of a broken heart, the problem needs to be solved.
Lizzie jumped in the air and kicked her legs out like a crazed dancer. It was a great day! For all the lack of sleep she’d had in the previous weeks, this was like a new awakening. The magic of eight solid hours of sleep was not lost on her.
for lack of words cannot explain what happens when you call my name. I love you more than words can say for lack of love is death to me. for lack of words that come out right.. i love you today and tonight.
I sit on the edge of the bed, eyeing the large stain left from whenever we drank champagne that new years night logn ago. I look at the spot where your body should lay next to mine. You are not there. I feel naked in front of a large audience, and all eyes are watching me as I begin to collapse into a pile of rubbish. You should be here, but you are nowhere in sight. I close my eyes, whisper your name, and pray that you will come back to me. I feel a great emptiness, and I understand that you will never be mine again.
I felt a certain lack, looking up at the stars. I don’t know why. I probed the constellations. Orion’s belt, easiest to pick out, just three stars in a straight line. Next easiest was the North Star, Polaris. But it was gone. The North Star, used by sailors and travelers as a constant for millennia, had disappeared from the sky.
i lack everything the is essential to do good in life. but that also means i have everything. you cannot truely lack something unless you have ever had it. so noone really lacks anything and lack is just an illusion.
i lack confidince i am gwetting better though. to tell you the truth the entire world just lacks love anmd peace and joy. and this all stems from our leaders and ourselves. we need to be more confident as a people. if we do this all worry will leave the world and everyone will be happy. then peace with emerge from the darkness to take us all in its loving grasp.
The end
I lack ambition and drive I lack clarity and creativity i lack a sense of well being i lack social skills I lackTATE!
If one has a ‘lack’ of anything in their life it is essential that they address it and act proactively. To not do so means that person risks becoming a have not or a withered up soul with a big fat chip on their shoulder – essentially, a victim of life!
I had always wondered what it was. The thing that I was missing. The piece of the puzzle that had vanished mysteriously, making my puzzle incredible pointless. There was always something lacking. I didn’t understand it, didn’t warrant it. It haunted me until I realized that everything I was missing- he had. When he walked away I felt empty again.
the lack of milk at my house is absolutely ridiculous, i went to make a bowl of cereal and after i poured the cereal and everything i go to the damn fridge and theres no milk. I’m tired of the lack of responsibility in this house! Damnit!
Some morinings I wake up already with a wide smile on my face. I feel as if everything is alright, and I will be fine. I drink my orange juice and cut a smile into my toast. I play with the hem of my lace dress. I offer all of my companions hug, but whenever I go back home I realize that this is all a lie. It is not who I really am, and that I am truly lacking substance. Everything I have been in these rare moments is nothing but a facade, and soon it will wither away and give place to who I truly am. Everyone will see behind my mask and understand that I am not the girl they think. I am no one, with nothing to offer.
lack of inspiration, lack of motivation, lack of passion. lack of energy, lack of meaning, boring
Lack of love,
lack of words.
Lack of strength,
lack of more than you gain.
Lack smies, lack of tears.
Life?
a dull smile &
a silent shriek as she wishes for someone
sSOMEONE to notice
the sparkle that her eyes lack
that sparkle all the other little girls have
I never felt the need to express that I lack at so many things. I always have wanted to appear perfect. I mean, I lack at social etiquet, but I pretend to know what to do in public. I lack at education, and yet I still seem to manage to pass in school.