it’s mutual. well at least it is in my head. i think it could work but then again maybe we’re too similar to suited to be best friends than anything else but i still wish it’d work out or that we’d try anyway if nothing else, i know our friendship is mutual
So I am sitting, quietly minding my own business trapped in the pergatory of the daily commute. I am already feeling uncomfortable enough in pretending that I am not too close to the girl sitting next to me. That our bodies are as close as lovers’. Whatever- matters are made better when I glance at the middle aged, office fed belly of the chap opposite and notice a stain on his shirt. I glance again and, I swear, it looks like a perfect cake of wax. Before I can look away, he fishes it from the fine thread and sweeps it neatly into his mouth. I try not to laugh. I look away and into Her eyes. She has seen it too.
Mutual is a super awesome word which you say somethimes when you think like the feeling is mutual today i really liked someone and I thought the feeling was mutual but unfortunately it wasn’t. He was actually dating my best friend. It made me super sad and made me want to hide in a corner.
I sit with my companions; mutual captives. Our cell is paint dull and window walls. We are: a computer screen, fingermarked; a wheezy drive; a grimy keyboard; a dusty desk; a chair who has seen better days, as I have I. The telephone & I have no news for each other. I contemplate them all without regard. We offer each other nothingness.
Mutual lived alone on the top of a hill. Alone with it’s definition, alone with it’s own meaning. Mutual longed for another, someone else to share his happiness, his feelings. His hill was high, and far, other’s were afraid of this hill, and steered away from it throughout daily life.
entre ellos, lo mutuo, compartido, algo que se tiene que terminar entre ambos, no se pueden separar porque están hechos a partir del mismo molde, nacieron, crecieron, succionaron el placer de la misma materia desde la primera concepción y así están destinados por toda la eternidad, si uno falla el otro también, uno dentro del otro, uno afuera del otro, turnándose siempre
it was mutual. we both agreed we couldn’t make it. so why am I still in doubt? it was only seconds ago that I was confident. where has the confidence gone? I feel rotten, like I’ve missed my chance… like maybe I’ll never get to explain my reasoning. but it was mutual. we agreed.
it was a mutual respect that ended what we had
we both want to be happy
and both of us our proud
we weren’t really loving
exactly where we were
so we agree to just leave it
and still remain in love
we aren’t orthodox i guess
at least it’s not typical for me
that we broke up with out anger
it was simply just too easy
we allowed ourselves to let go
of what was semi-safe
and go our separate ways
until maybe another day
Mutual, something you have done in your past. Past life experiences! Making something old into something new!! Mutual is the love you once shared, or the sports you once palyed! Mutual!
I wouldn’t mind so much had the decision been mutual. I mean, hell I probably would have made the same decision on my own, but being told to have this opinion, well let’s just say that changed my mind. It’s my life; you can’t have it.
What we share between us. What we have in common. It’s more than you’d think. More than you’ve been told. We’re the same, you and I. Your broken soul is a reflection of mine.
are the feelings mutual? he told me he loved me…and i didn’t think that was weird at all…in fact i told him i loved him back. i have never told a boy that i loved them…and i haven’t even met this boy and suddenly i think i love him? now that is weird. but how can i not love him if he is so perfect for me? how can you not love someone if the feelings are in fact mutual? <3
it took us days, nearly a week, but we eventually came to the mutual, anonymous agreement that we should, in fact, have chocolate milk and not strawberry with our cookies.
She said that she wanted everything to be the same but it wasn’t. i hate her for that and for what she did to me and my family. Forget you sierra, i’m not looking back.
man walks into a bar.
the waitress says, “you’re a drunk.”
and i’ve laughed at your jokes long after you’ve spilled them (stains onto the carpet) like this effort of expulsion of air from my longs might be interpreted less along the lines of voluntary muscle and more along the lines of ‘i love you’ and i’ve forgotten punchlines again and again so that you may re-tell the same few jokes that you can hold on to, and i’ve told you new ones, to see if you might like it the other way
but these days
the ironic autobiographical implications of your words have gotten lost on you, and i don’t feel much like
explaining the punchline.
it was a mutually beneficial relationship. the title implied just as much, “friends with benefits” more befitting than anyone could ever imagine. friday nights she would drop in at his place, pop open a coke, put her feet up on his coffee table (and earning more than one round of “FEET OFF, PIG” vs. “VOICE OFF, NEATFREAK”), and watch sitcoms on tv until he got back from his late-night classes, and then they would watch together until he got bored and then they would–well. benefits. saturday mornings they’d spend cleaning up and eating and hanging out and talking, and she’d cook and he’d grin, and it was a simple and lovely relationship until the friend in “friends with benefits” decided to nag at her heart.
it wasn’t a mutual hate. he said he still loved me. why would he? why would he think I would accept it? i will always hate him. three simple words cannot change that.
The feeling’s mutual…. That statement can make someone happy or it can causee pain. Th moment you feel the relationship is no longer what it is, however you would want to work at it. You talk to your “significant other” and somehow the conversation escalates to a break-up consideration….and he says, “the feeling’s mutual”….
the feeling is mutual. We are both attracted to one another. the feelings of life have the ability to be mutual. And that is a wonderful thing with both good and bad outcomes.
there is an understanding that doesn’t need to be spoken i can just rest in the silence of your presence. we don’t talk and we stand and cook and chop. we ask small questions like, “can you taste this? and how was your day?” it’s interesting how it takes effort to get out of that comfortable position and interrogate and recognize the moment for what it really is. a time to connect, possibly, if you would choose to. at first, you want to discover everthing, but you know, it takes time and a different buring passion to keep on goin for years.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I hollered, turning to storm out of the room. I knew I’d behaved like a five year old, but Chad knew just what buttons of mine to push and just when to push them. If there had ever been a more annoying housemate, I’d yet to discover him.
It’s for the best.
It will benefit
everyone
involved.
What I hear
and what I’m saying
is the complete opposite
of what I believe.
It’s too late now
to turn back
to reverse the mistake.
Should’ve grown a spine
strong enough to show
you how I really feel.
To beg and plead
getting down on my knees
and hoping that you’d stay.
Though that would hurt
you as much as it would leaving.
Which that fact I could not bear.
Seeing you shatter once
was enough for me to realize,
you need another’s repair
and I am no handy man.
Because I am nothing
but stacked mistakes.
I can only break
never build.
So I apologize
as you walk nearer the exit.
Tears sliding down my skin
as you slide out the door
and my life.
Every moment, your eyes are clear. Your thoughts are here, waiting for me to see them, through this window, as they say. I give you myself, a little at a time, a sort of bartering of the heart and mind. You hold on to me, I hold on to you. There’s little time to waste, so I give myself to you.
“Just throw him out.” The decision was mutual the car full of people decided to dump their friend on the side of the road to die, as he was deathly ill and was holding them u p on their heist.
Mutual understanding. Mutual friends. Anything mutual involves compromise between two or more people. It entails a lot of work, patience, communication. It’s not always easy to achieve, especially if you don’t know how to trust.
It’s mutual. We hate each other, but maybe, just maybe we have each other for all the fun times we had teasing each other and all. Now it’s gone though, and it’s your fault. So maybe it isn’t mutual. Maybe you love me and I hate you…
The attraction was mutual, though neither knew how to make the first step. It was forbidden for their love, if this could even be called love. She had nothing else to compare it to. No experience. Nothing. At all.
is there such thing as true mutual longing?
what is the demon who spreads the disease of wanting what is unavailable,
and where can i find it? it must be killed because, seriously, this is getting old.
let me love who loves me and beloved by he who i love.
please. i rarely beg.
It’s like the world is passing my at the sound of light and I’m standing here empty handed. I don’t know if I should jump in and run with everyone else, or move at my one pace. No one seems the having mutual feelings as I do about any of this, we’re all feeling completely different things. I think I’ll jump with everyone else.
There was a mutual understanding between the two of them. He didn’t touch her stuff and she didn’t touch his stuff but sometimes he snuck into her room when she was at ballet practice and played with her Barbies.
Mutual. A mutual agreement. Whenever people can’t completely come up with a solution so they come to a mutual agreement about something. It could be like whenever you can’t decide who is going to get the biggest bedroom . So instead you both decide whoever has more stuff gets the biggest one. I don’t know. Mutually responsible? You both are mutually responsible for how damn messy your dorm room is.
I was scared as i walk home from school I have missed my bus and is afraid of what my drunken parents might do to me. I was walking mutual watching the world go by, as someone nearly pushes me down. I couldn’t help but gasp the mysterious person was…the new creeper kid at my high school.
“The feeling is mutual,” I said the words even though I knew they weren’t true. I alienated myself from him. I kept my thoughts private and shut him out. This is my fault. I’m the reason why. I looked into his eyes and was crushed by the hate I saw there. He actually believed me. The boy I loved hates me. I turned my back and began my dead walk away before he could see the truth in my eyes.
I’d always love him. If only he knew why I did what I did.
“We are all here as mutual helpers on a journey,” Zoe started to say in a monotone voice. Her eyes were flat and were staring straight toward the dull rumbling that was clearly approaching them.
Jensen just closed his eyes as he listened to her monotone gibberish pan to the still park.
And then a sharp, sand filled wind slammed into them.
I could feel it between us. Mutual hate. Well my mom always told me to never use that word because of its hard meaning buts its true. She hated me, i hate her. Not because she stole my crayons in second grade kind of hate, but the kind that makes your throat all scratchy when the teacher asks you to read your personal love poem to Jimmy Erics in front of the entire class kind of hate. It was pretty strong. Wasnt sure why she hated me so much. I couldn’t say I did nothing to hurt her. That would be a lie and a half. The half part is what i worry about and its what im going to figure out.
it’s mutual. well at least it is in my head. i think it could work but then again maybe we’re too similar to suited to be best friends than anything else but i still wish it’d work out or that we’d try anyway if nothing else, i know our friendship is mutual
So I am sitting, quietly minding my own business trapped in the pergatory of the daily commute. I am already feeling uncomfortable enough in pretending that I am not too close to the girl sitting next to me. That our bodies are as close as lovers’. Whatever- matters are made better when I glance at the middle aged, office fed belly of the chap opposite and notice a stain on his shirt. I glance again and, I swear, it looks like a perfect cake of wax. Before I can look away, he fishes it from the fine thread and sweeps it neatly into his mouth. I try not to laugh. I look away and into Her eyes. She has seen it too.
Mutual is a super awesome word which you say somethimes when you think like the feeling is mutual today i really liked someone and I thought the feeling was mutual but unfortunately it wasn’t. He was actually dating my best friend. It made me super sad and made me want to hide in a corner.
I sit with my companions; mutual captives. Our cell is paint dull and window walls. We are: a computer screen, fingermarked; a wheezy drive; a grimy keyboard; a dusty desk; a chair who has seen better days, as I have I. The telephone & I have no news for each other. I contemplate them all without regard. We offer each other nothingness.
Mutual lived alone on the top of a hill. Alone with it’s definition, alone with it’s own meaning. Mutual longed for another, someone else to share his happiness, his feelings. His hill was high, and far, other’s were afraid of this hill, and steered away from it throughout daily life.
entre ellos, lo mutuo, compartido, algo que se tiene que terminar entre ambos, no se pueden separar porque están hechos a partir del mismo molde, nacieron, crecieron, succionaron el placer de la misma materia desde la primera concepción y así están destinados por toda la eternidad, si uno falla el otro también, uno dentro del otro, uno afuera del otro, turnándose siempre
it was mutual. we both agreed we couldn’t make it. so why am I still in doubt? it was only seconds ago that I was confident. where has the confidence gone? I feel rotten, like I’ve missed my chance… like maybe I’ll never get to explain my reasoning. but it was mutual. we agreed.
it was a mutual respect that ended what we had
we both want to be happy
and both of us our proud
we weren’t really loving
exactly where we were
so we agree to just leave it
and still remain in love
we aren’t orthodox i guess
at least it’s not typical for me
that we broke up with out anger
it was simply just too easy
we allowed ourselves to let go
of what was semi-safe
and go our separate ways
until maybe another day
© LL
Mutual, something you have done in your past. Past life experiences! Making something old into something new!! Mutual is the love you once shared, or the sports you once palyed! Mutual!
I wouldn’t mind so much had the decision been mutual. I mean, hell I probably would have made the same decision on my own, but being told to have this opinion, well let’s just say that changed my mind. It’s my life; you can’t have it.
mutual. Between two parties. between God and man, between man and woman. Jesus Christ
What we share between us. What we have in common. It’s more than you’d think. More than you’ve been told. We’re the same, you and I. Your broken soul is a reflection of mine.
are the feelings mutual? he told me he loved me…and i didn’t think that was weird at all…in fact i told him i loved him back. i have never told a boy that i loved them…and i haven’t even met this boy and suddenly i think i love him? now that is weird. but how can i not love him if he is so perfect for me? how can you not love someone if the feelings are in fact mutual? <3
it took us days, nearly a week, but we eventually came to the mutual, anonymous agreement that we should, in fact, have chocolate milk and not strawberry with our cookies.
She said that she wanted everything to be the same but it wasn’t. i hate her for that and for what she did to me and my family. Forget you sierra, i’m not looking back.
man walks into a bar.
the waitress says, “you’re a drunk.”
and i’ve laughed at your jokes long after you’ve spilled them (stains onto the carpet) like this effort of expulsion of air from my longs might be interpreted less along the lines of voluntary muscle and more along the lines of ‘i love you’ and i’ve forgotten punchlines again and again so that you may re-tell the same few jokes that you can hold on to, and i’ve told you new ones, to see if you might like it the other way
but these days
the ironic autobiographical implications of your words have gotten lost on you, and i don’t feel much like
explaining the punchline.
The feelings, from the start, have never been mutual. I don’t know why we kept fighting to pretend like they ever existed.
it was a mutually beneficial relationship. the title implied just as much, “friends with benefits” more befitting than anyone could ever imagine. friday nights she would drop in at his place, pop open a coke, put her feet up on his coffee table (and earning more than one round of “FEET OFF, PIG” vs. “VOICE OFF, NEATFREAK”), and watch sitcoms on tv until he got back from his late-night classes, and then they would watch together until he got bored and then they would–well. benefits. saturday mornings they’d spend cleaning up and eating and hanging out and talking, and she’d cook and he’d grin, and it was a simple and lovely relationship until the friend in “friends with benefits” decided to nag at her heart.
it wasn’t a mutual hate. he said he still loved me. why would he? why would he think I would accept it? i will always hate him. three simple words cannot change that.
The feeling’s mutual…. That statement can make someone happy or it can causee pain. Th moment you feel the relationship is no longer what it is, however you would want to work at it. You talk to your “significant other” and somehow the conversation escalates to a break-up consideration….and he says, “the feeling’s mutual”….
the feeling is mutual. We are both attracted to one another. the feelings of life have the ability to be mutual. And that is a wonderful thing with both good and bad outcomes.
there is an understanding that doesn’t need to be spoken i can just rest in the silence of your presence. we don’t talk and we stand and cook and chop. we ask small questions like, “can you taste this? and how was your day?” it’s interesting how it takes effort to get out of that comfortable position and interrogate and recognize the moment for what it really is. a time to connect, possibly, if you would choose to. at first, you want to discover everthing, but you know, it takes time and a different buring passion to keep on goin for years.
“The feeling’s mutual,” I hollered, turning to storm out of the room. I knew I’d behaved like a five year old, but Chad knew just what buttons of mine to push and just when to push them. If there had ever been a more annoying housemate, I’d yet to discover him.
It’s for the best.
It will benefit
everyone
involved.
What I hear
and what I’m saying
is the complete opposite
of what I believe.
It’s too late now
to turn back
to reverse the mistake.
Should’ve grown a spine
strong enough to show
you how I really feel.
To beg and plead
getting down on my knees
and hoping that you’d stay.
Though that would hurt
you as much as it would leaving.
Which that fact I could not bear.
Seeing you shatter once
was enough for me to realize,
you need another’s repair
and I am no handy man.
Because I am nothing
but stacked mistakes.
I can only break
never build.
So I apologize
as you walk nearer the exit.
Tears sliding down my skin
as you slide out the door
and my life.
Every moment, your eyes are clear. Your thoughts are here, waiting for me to see them, through this window, as they say. I give you myself, a little at a time, a sort of bartering of the heart and mind. You hold on to me, I hold on to you. There’s little time to waste, so I give myself to you.
mutual agreement when two people can agree on the same thing….i think i use this a lot when i am teaching expressions to my students. hmmm…..
“Just throw him out.” The decision was mutual the car full of people decided to dump their friend on the side of the road to die, as he was deathly ill and was holding them u p on their heist.
Mutual understanding. Mutual friends. Anything mutual involves compromise between two or more people. It entails a lot of work, patience, communication. It’s not always easy to achieve, especially if you don’t know how to trust.
It’s mutual. We hate each other, but maybe, just maybe we have each other for all the fun times we had teasing each other and all. Now it’s gone though, and it’s your fault. So maybe it isn’t mutual. Maybe you love me and I hate you…
The attraction was mutual, though neither knew how to make the first step. It was forbidden for their love, if this could even be called love. She had nothing else to compare it to. No experience. Nothing. At all.
is there such thing as true mutual longing?
what is the demon who spreads the disease of wanting what is unavailable,
and where can i find it? it must be killed because, seriously, this is getting old.
let me love who loves me and beloved by he who i love.
please. i rarely beg.
It’s like the world is passing my at the sound of light and I’m standing here empty handed. I don’t know if I should jump in and run with everyone else, or move at my one pace. No one seems the having mutual feelings as I do about any of this, we’re all feeling completely different things. I think I’ll jump with everyone else.
There was a mutual understanding between the two of them. He didn’t touch her stuff and she didn’t touch his stuff but sometimes he snuck into her room when she was at ballet practice and played with her Barbies.
Mutual. A mutual agreement. Whenever people can’t completely come up with a solution so they come to a mutual agreement about something. It could be like whenever you can’t decide who is going to get the biggest bedroom . So instead you both decide whoever has more stuff gets the biggest one. I don’t know. Mutually responsible? You both are mutually responsible for how damn messy your dorm room is.
I was scared as i walk home from school I have missed my bus and is afraid of what my drunken parents might do to me. I was walking mutual watching the world go by, as someone nearly pushes me down. I couldn’t help but gasp the mysterious person was…the new creeper kid at my high school.
“The feeling is mutual,” I said the words even though I knew they weren’t true. I alienated myself from him. I kept my thoughts private and shut him out. This is my fault. I’m the reason why. I looked into his eyes and was crushed by the hate I saw there. He actually believed me. The boy I loved hates me. I turned my back and began my dead walk away before he could see the truth in my eyes.
I’d always love him. If only he knew why I did what I did.
“We are all here as mutual helpers on a journey,” Zoe started to say in a monotone voice. Her eyes were flat and were staring straight toward the dull rumbling that was clearly approaching them.
Jensen just closed his eyes as he listened to her monotone gibberish pan to the still park.
And then a sharp, sand filled wind slammed into them.
“Oh no, not again,” Jensen moaned inwardly.
I could feel it between us. Mutual hate. Well my mom always told me to never use that word because of its hard meaning buts its true. She hated me, i hate her. Not because she stole my crayons in second grade kind of hate, but the kind that makes your throat all scratchy when the teacher asks you to read your personal love poem to Jimmy Erics in front of the entire class kind of hate. It was pretty strong. Wasnt sure why she hated me so much. I couldn’t say I did nothing to hurt her. That would be a lie and a half. The half part is what i worry about and its what im going to figure out.
something two people share. can sometimes be special and the start to something amazing.
Mute all,
silence is mutual.