They move… no, they really move, it seems like almost every muscle and nerve ending is wired to the centre of the rhythm universe, whilst they pop, lock and break their way through the night whilst the music plays
It was all just a play. A play made up of many plays, past experiences that collate memories, tactics, wisdom and advice into a singular move, a move to get the girl and move on. And as the plays go on and the days stretch further, you wonder why do you need a play when all you need is your heart to seize hers.
a creation intended to please an audience, normally attendance is created after a form of payment given to a vendor. some famous plays include romeo and Juliet, hamlet, etc. plays come in many shapes and forms touching on the spectrum of emotions
I’ve been betrayed by my people, I suppose. The connotations varied, from children with jump ropes on wood chips to the white lights over a black stage, plays have followed me throughout my years.
this scene plays through my mind, it must be something worth the thought.
when you walked out that evening,
i knew that i would never invite you to spend the night again.
another play for us i suppose,
although i could swear that the ref ended the game.
I have been to many plays before in my life. The best play i went to was the Lion King play in Minneapolis, MN. It was very well acted out and i enjoyed myself! I just went to a Pinocchio play at the Children’s theatre with my little sister, she loved it!
He says that she is unique, that he is drawn to her ability to be so true to herself in a world where it is so easy to get lost at every turn. He lies to her every chance he gets, lie so hard that even he starts to believe the shit that spews from his mouth. He’s a fucking genius, fabricating his own existence, weaving himself into creation like a spider and his web. Her foundation with crumble, everything she thought she knew will fall into the land of maybe. She will lose her sense of what is real or not, and trust will be a thing of that past that she can barely recognize.
He tells her everything she wants to hear. Convinces her that she is special and eccentric and that there is no one and never has been anyone like her in the world. He plays her like a fucking fiddle, and then he walks away.
theatre, music, drama, Cats the musical, acrobatics, childhood games, playing hide and seek in the back yard with my friends, pretending to be explorers and changing the rules as we go along because nobody liked their ideas to be shot down
I want to feel music inside me til my ears bleed.
I want to feel passion til my heart bursts.
I want to run til I collapse from exhaustion.
I want to enjoy life past my lifetime.
I want not to be human.
Plays are boring. I get bored when watching a play because most of them are plays from the old times. I do not really like the old plays. They make me want to go to sleep. I live in the present and I have no interest in the past.
Does he usually play this song he asked while the music was capturing the general attention. No, this is a special night. It’s the one night when he is aloud to play this song and he makes the most of it. He loves the way it makes him fade into the background.
la vida es un juego, tu decides de las reglas y otras se imponen a ti, los jugadores los vas encontrando a lo largo de tu vida y se desarrollan acontecimentois con ellos
He plays with her heart like a little doll he can fashion, a useless breakable toy that can easily be disposed of. Boredom sinks into his mind and he breaks her heart in half.
Making plays in everyday life. I think we will hope we make the correct plays but that is not always the case. I hope to have a huge play book of good times and situations that I have made the correct plays for. It is something that I often think about and sometimes I think it hinders me to have a good time or do something to my full ability.
I love to go to plays. The best play to see is in New York city at Broadway. There it is a fantastic site. We can use many different ways of thinking to really interpret the message of each play. All people, young and old will enjoy the delight found. The Lion King, is a play based on he theme of growing up, facing adversity and finding your own courage and ways to solve problems. The circle of life, exclaims that we all share the human experience, and we can look at ways to find new
I’m taking off the ‘s’. When I was in fifth grade, I made the best decision of my life. I learned to play the trumpet. I didn’t get very good at it until four years later, when I really started to like playing it. Band with my high school has become a very large part of my life, and what I have spent a lot of my high school time doing. Band and my band director have given me meany life lessons and memories, all because of one decision.
we love plays taht are interewsting
plays of
god
plays of
theatre
they need
peoplelove
people attention
plays
are great achivement
of humanity
art
we adore
spectacularity
plays cannot be placed
in different criteria
than majestic and making a reflection of life
Jennifer plays the violin beautifully. she cleans out the closet, strips the shelves off the walls and decides, this will be a perfect room to restart pursuing this passion. She hasn’t placed a bow to those strings in a very long time.
She took a shaky breath.
“Ummm……” She said, looking at the director, “ummmm…. line please,”
He sighed. This wasn’t the first time she had forgotten her line, nor would it be the last.
Grantaire was not taking the meeting seriously. As per usual. He was playing with a bottle cap, actually. Flipping it up into the air and catching it on his nose. Like a dog. That’s what it reminded Enjolras of. Like a well-trained fucking dog.
Dammit, he was trying to rally the people to rise, but now all he could think about was how the fuck someone so full of whiskey could repeatedly catch a bottle cap on his nose.
Plays…I plays in the park today with my girl friend.
As a child I was a star of many various plays. Guys and dolls, oliver.
Blah blah blah I suck…plays.
Since returning, the images bounce through my head and poison my thoughts. My whole arm tingles with the need to hold a gun. And fear plays with my heart.
They plays with my head theys do, theys tricksy theys is, bloody revenges, bloody for no other reason but bloody, cut-throat barbers, poisonous Andronicuses slitting, cutting, and severing throats, hands, and heads from necks, the roots of horrors runs deeps and gangly, underground, under the sea, under the radar, gruesome drones of dread, terror, atrocity…
They plays with my head theys do, theys chops it off, theys kicks it about in theys Grand Guignol!
Someone else. I turn when I am on the rough wooden boards of the stage. My heart is not my own. My blood is another’s. It is a kind of possession, you see? A strange demon hungry for life. It just wants to scream in the form of sonnets and verse. Let it.
I wouldn’t;t mind going to see plays. I think a play would be cool,kind of like the ballet we went to. I was kind of uncomfortable there though. I don’t think there is a lot to say about plays actually. I wish this minute was up. Maybe they meant plays like, what children
We run, we cry, we sit and laugh. Above all else we revert back to our childish ways and play. Whisk the night away. Kill every bird with our love and passion and heart. That’s all a kid can ask for right? Endless snow ball fights and spacious tree houses.
Want to see more plays… Maybe run up on stage ..jump from the balcony seat ..and act ..kiss the lead actor. Practice my acceptance speech just before receiving my awards on broadway. Then com home and play with my girls .. The little ones ..play dolls and RN around the house pinching each other.
The ball was in his court now. They’d played this game for a while and she knew how he worked, had known long before they had started this, but she was still learning, picking up new things everytime they texted, ran into each other, whatever. It was his turn to get in touch, she had asked to meet next week, and he would decide where.
plays
plays like theater plays and also playing games
like the way you play games with me
and with my head
fuck you
and the way that you hate me
and the length of your hair
wow that’s unoriginal
i’m sorry
olivia you are distracting me
i kind of want to cry now
i want to play board games with you
in a cottage in the woods
They move… no, they really move, it seems like almost every muscle and nerve ending is wired to the centre of the rhythm universe, whilst they pop, lock and break their way through the night whilst the music plays
It was all just a play. A play made up of many plays, past experiences that collate memories, tactics, wisdom and advice into a singular move, a move to get the girl and move on. And as the plays go on and the days stretch further, you wonder why do you need a play when all you need is your heart to seize hers.
a creation intended to please an audience, normally attendance is created after a form of payment given to a vendor. some famous plays include romeo and Juliet, hamlet, etc. plays come in many shapes and forms touching on the spectrum of emotions
I’ve been betrayed by my people, I suppose. The connotations varied, from children with jump ropes on wood chips to the white lights over a black stage, plays have followed me throughout my years.
this scene plays through my mind, it must be something worth the thought.
when you walked out that evening,
i knew that i would never invite you to spend the night again.
another play for us i suppose,
although i could swear that the ref ended the game.
I have been to many plays before in my life. The best play i went to was the Lion King play in Minneapolis, MN. It was very well acted out and i enjoyed myself! I just went to a Pinocchio play at the Children’s theatre with my little sister, she loved it!
I love to see plays at the theatre! Chichester Festival Theatre is the best!
He says that she is unique, that he is drawn to her ability to be so true to herself in a world where it is so easy to get lost at every turn. He lies to her every chance he gets, lie so hard that even he starts to believe the shit that spews from his mouth. He’s a fucking genius, fabricating his own existence, weaving himself into creation like a spider and his web. Her foundation with crumble, everything she thought she knew will fall into the land of maybe. She will lose her sense of what is real or not, and trust will be a thing of that past that she can barely recognize.
He tells her everything she wants to hear. Convinces her that she is special and eccentric and that there is no one and never has been anyone like her in the world. He plays her like a fucking fiddle, and then he walks away.
with himself all day long.
theatre, music, drama, Cats the musical, acrobatics, childhood games, playing hide and seek in the back yard with my friends, pretending to be explorers and changing the rules as we go along because nobody liked their ideas to be shot down
drama production provides me with the opportunity to write, and be active in plays. they are a wonderful way to express acting . i enjoy drama.
I want to feel music inside me til my ears bleed.
I want to feel passion til my heart bursts.
I want to run til I collapse from exhaustion.
I want to enjoy life past my lifetime.
I want not to be human.
Plays are boring. I get bored when watching a play because most of them are plays from the old times. I do not really like the old plays. They make me want to go to sleep. I live in the present and I have no interest in the past.
Plays on words into nappish man ease pick ills braid
hot coco dark chalk I lit.
Does he usually play this song he asked while the music was capturing the general attention. No, this is a special night. It’s the one night when he is aloud to play this song and he makes the most of it. He loves the way it makes him fade into the background.
la vida es un juego, tu decides de las reglas y otras se imponen a ti, los jugadores los vas encontrando a lo largo de tu vida y se desarrollan acontecimentois con ellos
He plays with her heart like a little doll he can fashion, a useless breakable toy that can easily be disposed of. Boredom sinks into his mind and he breaks her heart in half.
Making plays in everyday life. I think we will hope we make the correct plays but that is not always the case. I hope to have a huge play book of good times and situations that I have made the correct plays for. It is something that I often think about and sometimes I think it hinders me to have a good time or do something to my full ability.
I love to go to plays. The best play to see is in New York city at Broadway. There it is a fantastic site. We can use many different ways of thinking to really interpret the message of each play. All people, young and old will enjoy the delight found. The Lion King, is a play based on he theme of growing up, facing adversity and finding your own courage and ways to solve problems. The circle of life, exclaims that we all share the human experience, and we can look at ways to find new
boy school joy sun early morning incredible together children music instruments orchestra song stage people happy now
I’m taking off the ‘s’. When I was in fifth grade, I made the best decision of my life. I learned to play the trumpet. I didn’t get very good at it until four years later, when I really started to like playing it. Band with my high school has become a very large part of my life, and what I have spent a lot of my high school time doing. Band and my band director have given me meany life lessons and memories, all because of one decision.
we love plays taht are interewsting
plays of
god
plays of
theatre
they need
peoplelove
people attention
plays
are great achivement
of humanity
art
we adore
spectacularity
plays cannot be placed
in different criteria
than majestic and making a reflection of life
Jennifer plays the violin beautifully. she cleans out the closet, strips the shelves off the walls and decides, this will be a perfect room to restart pursuing this passion. She hasn’t placed a bow to those strings in a very long time.
kid with toys , instruments, to enjoy something,
fun
She took a shaky breath.
“Ummm……” She said, looking at the director, “ummmm…. line please,”
He sighed. This wasn’t the first time she had forgotten her line, nor would it be the last.
spain comes out of nowhere sits next to you and plays with your
hair.
twirling one strand with his finger
you cant help but blush
We do them in school
Les Miserables
Fun, hard to do without a lot of people
they do
Grantaire was not taking the meeting seriously. As per usual. He was playing with a bottle cap, actually. Flipping it up into the air and catching it on his nose. Like a dog. That’s what it reminded Enjolras of. Like a well-trained fucking dog.
Dammit, he was trying to rally the people to rise, but now all he could think about was how the fuck someone so full of whiskey could repeatedly catch a bottle cap on his nose.
Plays…I plays in the park today with my girl friend.
As a child I was a star of many various plays. Guys and dolls, oliver.
Blah blah blah I suck…plays.
Since returning, the images bounce through my head and poison my thoughts. My whole arm tingles with the need to hold a gun. And fear plays with my heart.
They plays with my head theys do, theys tricksy theys is, bloody revenges, bloody for no other reason but bloody, cut-throat barbers, poisonous Andronicuses slitting, cutting, and severing throats, hands, and heads from necks, the roots of horrors runs deeps and gangly, underground, under the sea, under the radar, gruesome drones of dread, terror, atrocity…
They plays with my head theys do, theys chops it off, theys kicks it about in theys Grand Guignol!
Someone else. I turn when I am on the rough wooden boards of the stage. My heart is not my own. My blood is another’s. It is a kind of possession, you see? A strange demon hungry for life. It just wants to scream in the form of sonnets and verse. Let it.
I wouldn’t;t mind going to see plays. I think a play would be cool,kind of like the ballet we went to. I was kind of uncomfortable there though. I don’t think there is a lot to say about plays actually. I wish this minute was up. Maybe they meant plays like, what children
We run, we cry, we sit and laugh. Above all else we revert back to our childish ways and play. Whisk the night away. Kill every bird with our love and passion and heart. That’s all a kid can ask for right? Endless snow ball fights and spacious tree houses.
Want to see more plays… Maybe run up on stage ..jump from the balcony seat ..and act ..kiss the lead actor. Practice my acceptance speech just before receiving my awards on broadway. Then com home and play with my girls .. The little ones ..play dolls and RN around the house pinching each other.
The ball was in his court now. They’d played this game for a while and she knew how he worked, had known long before they had started this, but she was still learning, picking up new things everytime they texted, ran into each other, whatever. It was his turn to get in touch, she had asked to meet next week, and he would decide where.
Plays are raised
Keep them away from praise
Or playwrights may have a good night
Celebrations of elation
Comparison to Gods
Against over wordly odds.
songs
music
instruments
theater
zoe
autumn
i miss you
and i miss living in the mountains
plays
plays like theater plays and also playing games
like the way you play games with me
and with my head
fuck you
and the way that you hate me
and the length of your hair
wow that’s unoriginal
i’m sorry
olivia you are distracting me
i kind of want to cry now
i want to play board games with you
in a cottage in the woods