you must increase your bust i must do the dishes sweep the floor clean the downstairs bathroom take out the trash sit over here by the radiotor and soak up warmth sans my bathtub which i cant wait for by the way i must finish my school work everyday and be better at not procrastinating but only after my tea
for the world, we must persevere. There is no trying, no effort, just what must be done in order to full fill the necessities. We must provide, care, and encourage for as we face a world of desires and aches, we see only what must be done and face it with courage and understanding of more than ourselves
I must be calm, I must be quiet, I must be smart, I must be beautiful, I must be well mannered, I must not swear. Oh, screw it all. I don’t want to be good anymore.
He must admit, even if only to himself, that he was beyond repair. The undying compassion of a true friend would still leave him in pieces. One must consider whether or not his life was worth living, whether a broken life was better than no life at all. In the end, simply to avoid breaking those closest to him, he decided that it was.
I must apply for a job. I must buy my books for school. I must find someone so I don’t die alone. I must clean my room. I must finish my work. I must get my driver’s license. I must grow up. I must die.
I must let go of my aversion to change, but I must also remember that part of changing is knowing, and respecting who I am as a person. Part of my journey is dependent on that. I must also remember that it’s ok if I don’t know exactly what I want to do or where I want to be, but I must not let that hold me back from being the greatest me possible.
We must figure out a better way to hide our scars. We must map our hearts to find the source of love. We must reveal ourselves in every word we say. We are the golden gates.
He told me I must, and I snarkily replied that I mustn’t do anything, I can do anything I want. Apparently, that wasn’t the right answer. Now I’m in the castle dungeon for just generally annoying the king. I am the princess, so I suppose I should be let out soon, but seriously, I don’t have to marry anyone! Why must I? Prince Arthur isn’t even that good looking, and he’s rather rude.
I remember feeling in place. It was what I wanted all along, wasn’t it? So many people, so many more souls to care about me. I needed the quantity, even though the poor quality revealed itself in due time. The conversation turned stale and smelled of must. I turned away; it took most of my strength. They were all so beautiful and happy. But amongst all the parties and laughter, I felt lonelier than ever. I must get out.
things, upon occasion, stick out as beautiful
a smile
long hair
yet those things are ugly, upon occasion
it depends on the head they’re stuck on
must we continue this
if we both know that our beauty is so ugly
to each other
must this continue
into an ugly, ugly oblivious oblivion?
You simply must do it. You know you must. You look at her and you look deep into her shining brown eyes and you know. Truly, somewhere deep down you have always known. You have to. Do it now you tell yourself. So you do. You get down on one knee and you beg her, plead for her to spend the rest of her life with you as you promise to make it completely and utterly magical. You close off you’re asking with a simple four words. “I love you, Jo.” She replies with no words but instead jumps into your arms, cradling her head to your chest and you know – more than you’ve ever known – that she’s yours and you are completely and inseparably, hers.
morati voleti, morati msiliti, uciti, radnja koja nije potpuno voljna ali uz osecaj odgovornosti s emora uraditi, kada nesto moramo nije nam najprijatnije da to radimo ali uradimo.
“Having closed toe shoes is a must for this journey,” said my mentor. “I don’t want to catch you wearing those god awful leather sandals. You hear me?”
So much for wiggle room for my toes while traveling. But I sigh and nodded. “Loud and clear, ma’am,” I said.
“Good.” She handed me my stave and my flat hat. I drew my coat about me and set about finding some boots or clogs. The pair of closed toe shoes I had bore several holes.
It’s a must Jose. One thing must lead to another. Put into play one thing and that one thing will cause an avalanche of effects. So be careful of what one thing you choose. Furthermore, be careful regarding the mental state you’re in when you put that one thing into play. If, for instance, you put on a bejeweled black toreador’s hat, and a bear fur collar follows, attached to a garishly flowered-with-thistles ladies coat, and so on, your thinking has quite obviously been more empathizing than systemizing. Veer left, Jose, your testicles and your fans will thank you.
A man must not touch another man inappropriately. A man must not love another the way a wife and husband love each other. That’s what they’ve always taught us. that’s what they’ve always said. But when I kissed you and you smiled nothing had ever felt so right.
“Oh Cassandra, this is the dress that you absolutely must get. You look stunning!” Your mother tells you, the first she’s really spoken to you in years. You didn’t want her to go dress shopping with you, not for your wedding when she’d been far from a mother do you since you were just a child, but she insisted. The dress she had you try on is hideous; a mermaid style with horrible feathers. “Sebastian would love it on you!” “Bash will hate it, mother.” And with that, you turned away from her and went back to the dressing room to take it off immediately.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together. ….
Obligation is something that we don’t really like to have. I often fail to distinguish the true freedom and so I often think that freedom means no rules, no obligation, no punishment. However, we all need some rules, some borders to fit in,some rules to help us distinguish right from wrong as well as we need some obligation in our life to be forced to do something, otherwise we could just end up stucked in our uncreative passivity.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together.
Must I? Must I deal with all this technology failing me? Can’t I just run away, leave it all behind… live a life where it’s just me and my thoughts, and the people I come into direct contact with? I don’t want to do this anymore.
Marion mustered her courage. She had to, to go back into a life of crime. It was scarier this time. A) she knew what waited for her and B) she was spying now. Spies were not treated well in the world of organized crime.
we muster the courage,
in the dimness of our unsteady lives,
to forge our future
and act with only our
feelings in mind.
i dream up little stories
and dreams of days
to come
and the surprises and memories we’ll forge
together,
and the solutions to problems that
shake and tremour our lives in
an eathquake
and know that we’ll always be together
in our little pieces of forever.
John’s hookworm went wild when he went down into the basement. I mean WILD. It even took out its little hookworm mandolin and began playing hookworm barn-dance exuberance glee, even though John was the only one there to listen.
John’s hookworm went wild when he went down into the basement. I mean WILD. It even took out its little hookworm mandolin and began playing hookworm barn-dance exuberance glee, even though there John was the only one there to listen.
It was dirty down in the basement. Not a normal dirty. The sort of dirt that had soaked into the floors and walls from years of neglect. Whoever had abandoned the house, had abandoned the basement a long time before moving out. And yet, it was full of boxes.
one world it’s abous us in the present and how we make this world better for our children . it’s beautiful and i like to travel in all our world . i want to view all of that . i like what i see in my world
If only she hadn’t told me I must do it then everything would have unfolded as we all wanted it to and its such a tiny word with a delicious beginning and us in the middle with just a cup of tea to polish it off, and yet? I don’t know, I really must stop thinking about it. I must.
Must do this, must do that! Why?? Must is also the funny looking stuff that starts vinegar and wine. Mst start something soon. This is not very creative but I have just thought that must starts a lot of words like muster, a
I really must have it. The diamond necklace glittered in the sun. However it rested on a beautiful blondes neck. no matter, what must be mine will be mine. I will have to kill her. Of course I have more reason to kill than this, but it does make a promising argument.
I must focus on myself if I am to be responsible for others. IF I allow my health to fail, then I cripple, and I can take care of nothing. I must be more strict, clear, and concise. No more concessions. I must, or else I fail.
must try and not give up, believe, have faith and enjoy each moment, life is too short tot grumble and complain, enjoy
you must increase your bust i must do the dishes sweep the floor clean the downstairs bathroom take out the trash sit over here by the radiotor and soak up warmth sans my bathtub which i cant wait for by the way i must finish my school work everyday and be better at not procrastinating but only after my tea
for the world, we must persevere. There is no trying, no effort, just what must be done in order to full fill the necessities. We must provide, care, and encourage for as we face a world of desires and aches, we see only what must be done and face it with courage and understanding of more than ourselves
Mustard goes nice in pork sandwiches, especially in a stottie with Lurpak.
I must be calm, I must be quiet, I must be smart, I must be beautiful, I must be well mannered, I must not swear. Oh, screw it all. I don’t want to be good anymore.
He must admit, even if only to himself, that he was beyond repair. The undying compassion of a true friend would still leave him in pieces. One must consider whether or not his life was worth living, whether a broken life was better than no life at all. In the end, simply to avoid breaking those closest to him, he decided that it was.
something that you can not jump over to, something really necessary, something which will help you from then on, something important
I must apply for a job. I must buy my books for school. I must find someone so I don’t die alone. I must clean my room. I must finish my work. I must get my driver’s license. I must grow up. I must die.
I must let go of my aversion to change, but I must also remember that part of changing is knowing, and respecting who I am as a person. Part of my journey is dependent on that. I must also remember that it’s ok if I don’t know exactly what I want to do or where I want to be, but I must not let that hold me back from being the greatest me possible.
I must do it all. I must do my homework. I haven’t done it for some months now but I must. I must confess life. I must go on. Thougt it is impossible.
We must figure out a better way to hide our scars. We must map our hearts to find the source of love. We must reveal ourselves in every word we say. We are the golden gates.
Haiku:
I think we should run
Away; Past the lights and Sounds
We must not look back.
He told me I must, and I snarkily replied that I mustn’t do anything, I can do anything I want. Apparently, that wasn’t the right answer. Now I’m in the castle dungeon for just generally annoying the king. I am the princess, so I suppose I should be let out soon, but seriously, I don’t have to marry anyone! Why must I? Prince Arthur isn’t even that good looking, and he’s rather rude.
I remember feeling in place. It was what I wanted all along, wasn’t it? So many people, so many more souls to care about me. I needed the quantity, even though the poor quality revealed itself in due time. The conversation turned stale and smelled of must. I turned away; it took most of my strength. They were all so beautiful and happy. But amongst all the parties and laughter, I felt lonelier than ever. I must get out.
And I did.
things, upon occasion, stick out as beautiful
a smile
long hair
yet those things are ugly, upon occasion
it depends on the head they’re stuck on
must we continue this
if we both know that our beauty is so ugly
to each other
must this continue
into an ugly, ugly oblivious oblivion?
You simply must do it. You know you must. You look at her and you look deep into her shining brown eyes and you know. Truly, somewhere deep down you have always known. You have to. Do it now you tell yourself. So you do. You get down on one knee and you beg her, plead for her to spend the rest of her life with you as you promise to make it completely and utterly magical. You close off you’re asking with a simple four words. “I love you, Jo.” She replies with no words but instead jumps into your arms, cradling her head to your chest and you know – more than you’ve ever known – that she’s yours and you are completely and inseparably, hers.
morati voleti, morati msiliti, uciti, radnja koja nije potpuno voljna ali uz osecaj odgovornosti s emora uraditi, kada nesto moramo nije nam najprijatnije da to radimo ali uradimo.
“Having closed toe shoes is a must for this journey,” said my mentor. “I don’t want to catch you wearing those god awful leather sandals. You hear me?”
So much for wiggle room for my toes while traveling. But I sigh and nodded. “Loud and clear, ma’am,” I said.
“Good.” She handed me my stave and my flat hat. I drew my coat about me and set about finding some boots or clogs. The pair of closed toe shoes I had bore several holes.
It’s a must Jose. One thing must lead to another. Put into play one thing and that one thing will cause an avalanche of effects. So be careful of what one thing you choose. Furthermore, be careful regarding the mental state you’re in when you put that one thing into play. If, for instance, you put on a bejeweled black toreador’s hat, and a bear fur collar follows, attached to a garishly flowered-with-thistles ladies coat, and so on, your thinking has quite obviously been more empathizing than systemizing. Veer left, Jose, your testicles and your fans will thank you.
A man must not touch another man inappropriately. A man must not love another the way a wife and husband love each other. That’s what they’ve always taught us. that’s what they’ve always said. But when I kissed you and you smiled nothing had ever felt so right.
“Oh Cassandra, this is the dress that you absolutely must get. You look stunning!” Your mother tells you, the first she’s really spoken to you in years. You didn’t want her to go dress shopping with you, not for your wedding when she’d been far from a mother do you since you were just a child, but she insisted. The dress she had you try on is hideous; a mermaid style with horrible feathers. “Sebastian would love it on you!” “Bash will hate it, mother.” And with that, you turned away from her and went back to the dressing room to take it off immediately.
I must have it! I MUST.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together. ….
Obligation is something that we don’t really like to have. I often fail to distinguish the true freedom and so I often think that freedom means no rules, no obligation, no punishment. However, we all need some rules, some borders to fit in,some rules to help us distinguish right from wrong as well as we need some obligation in our life to be forced to do something, otherwise we could just end up stucked in our uncreative passivity.
I must do the laundry. I must take care of the family. I must work. I must volunteer. I must be a good wife, mother, daughter, etc. Now, I MUST rest.
I must have it! I MUST.
Everyone I know already has one. It’s unfair that I should be denied the same right. It’s just not fair!
I know. I will just take it — sneak into my neighbor’s backyard, open the back window leading into their living room, tiptoe to their fireplace and grab it: a family portrait with everyone present and everyone happy to be together.
Must I? Must I deal with all this technology failing me? Can’t I just run away, leave it all behind… live a life where it’s just me and my thoughts, and the people I come into direct contact with? I don’t want to do this anymore.
Marion mustered her courage. She had to, to go back into a life of crime. It was scarier this time. A) she knew what waited for her and B) she was spying now. Spies were not treated well in the world of organized crime.
we muster the courage,
in the dimness of our unsteady lives,
to forge our future
and act with only our
feelings in mind.
i dream up little stories
and dreams of days
to come
and the surprises and memories we’ll forge
together,
and the solutions to problems that
shake and tremour our lives in
an eathquake
and know that we’ll always be together
in our little pieces of forever.
It was one of those things; he needed to do it, was compelled.
“I love you.”
The look he received in return was anything but encouraging. She stopped, stared, blinked. Never smiled.
“Oh.”
That was it? ‘Oh’?
“I’m sorry. Never mind. It’s not important.”
And he walked away.
John’s hookworm went wild when he went down into the basement. I mean WILD. It even took out its little hookworm mandolin and began playing hookworm barn-dance exuberance glee, even though John was the only one there to listen.
John’s hookworm went wild when he went down into the basement. I mean WILD. It even took out its little hookworm mandolin and began playing hookworm barn-dance exuberance glee, even though there John was the only one there to listen.
“Must you?” she queried as she tired of the game. Her children around here supposed to be doing school.
It was dirty down in the basement. Not a normal dirty. The sort of dirt that had soaked into the floors and walls from years of neglect. Whoever had abandoned the house, had abandoned the basement a long time before moving out. And yet, it was full of boxes.
one world it’s abous us in the present and how we make this world better for our children . it’s beautiful and i like to travel in all our world . i want to view all of that . i like what i see in my world
If only she hadn’t told me I must do it then everything would have unfolded as we all wanted it to and its such a tiny word with a delicious beginning and us in the middle with just a cup of tea to polish it off, and yet? I don’t know, I really must stop thinking about it. I must.
Must do this, must do that! Why?? Must is also the funny looking stuff that starts vinegar and wine. Mst start something soon. This is not very creative but I have just thought that must starts a lot of words like muster, a
I really must have it. The diamond necklace glittered in the sun. However it rested on a beautiful blondes neck. no matter, what must be mine will be mine. I will have to kill her. Of course I have more reason to kill than this, but it does make a promising argument.
Don’t think, just write. Don’t think, just write. Don’t think, just write. This is a tool I really must use more often. Don’t edit, just write. Right?
You have to do something. In vernacular, it means that it is a necessity or a really nice to have luxury.
I must focus on myself if I am to be responsible for others. IF I allow my health to fail, then I cripple, and I can take care of nothing. I must be more strict, clear, and concise. No more concessions. I must, or else I fail.