The girl was pleased by her fifth sale. She waved her customer away smiling with her shiny white teeth shining so bright. I stared at her in envy as she walked away, her blond hair flying behind her.
Your biting guilt
the submerged feelings
of relief as my hands caress your face
of bliss at our embrace.
Your pleading mind
the logic behind time
the probability of morality.
Your consciousness escapes
to revel in the pleasure
to produce a “clear” stop sign.
I’m pleased to know
that in some concept,
you are thinking of me
your warm lips caress my cheeks, and your tongue runs over mine, sending a wave of pleasure through the body that you can’t resist. i want to always savor this feeling, of your soft hands roaming freely, playing with my sensitive nerve endings.
I am very pleased with the way i have been running today, doing this and that, smelling the flowers, looking at the clouds, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. And yeah, bunking a spot of work to go watch a docu instead.
I was pleased with my morning yesterday. I was pleased until it felt as if everything was taken away from me in one fell swoop. Today was the same way. Now, I am not so pleased.
I am so happy that I got to see you today. We always seem to have so much fun whe we’re together. I am very pelased that you and I are best friends. No one should be able to get between us. Not even you and me. I hope to be friends forever because our friendship isn’t something you can find anywhere else.
He was pleased with her progress. Never in all his years of teaching had he had a student so in tune with the piano. Her name was Ang. She lived a block away, and she was only six years old. Her father had cut out her eyes when she had been just a baby, in an attempt to take her life. Despite all that though, she could play the piano better than even the teacher himself.
She glanced around. Pleased wasn’t even the right word to describe how she felt at that moment. Thousands of eyes stared at her, as she made her way to the stage, careful not to trip. She had just won American Idol.
Sometimes I am easily pleased. Little things make me happy. A smile, a laugh, a look in to my eyes. A good book, yummy food. But sometimes I am always displeased. Always. It doesn’t matter how amazing something is but it will not bring me any pleasure whatsoever. Those are times that I hate.
So pleased with myself. The destruction of Galondria and one of the last dragon rings within my grasp. Now to destroy those groundlings who think they can withstand my power.
I was so pleased to see her, it had been years since I’d last seen those beautiful warm amber eyes looking into mine, and I lowered my lips to hers with a smile stroking her silken chestnut hair as I did.
I was ever so pleased when he took my hand and led me to the garden. there were butterflies for sure. it was the way he asked me to marry him that had me pausing. i didnt want to be another business transaction.
Ich bin sehr gepleased, dass sie mich so nett behandelt haben. Ohne Hände, aber nett. Kein bisschen schiefes Zucken rund um die Mundwinkel. Eine einzige Sache würde ich mir da noch wünschen, please …
Pleased to meet you, she says, pushing the thumbtack deep into her lover’s hand, removing it and laughing. You’ll cringe, reading this, but that’s okay. I’m very pleased to meet you, so I’ll kill you now, get it over iwth, you seem so nice, why make it wait? Kill for the kill, kill and be killed.
I think we’d all be pleased if we let ourselves be.
There is a lot about life to enjoy. Don’t let the negativity bring you down. It’s tough, but hopefully if you look, you’ll see that you, too, are pleased. Please to live, to learn, to be.
I was pleased to meet you. I am pleased to know you.
I would be so damn pleased to talk to you.
The word please, like everything else, makes me think of you.
people enjoy more things in life. They go shopping, to restaurants and overall spend more time with loved ones. How can you tell if you are pleased? YOu are most probably smiling.
I am pleased to feel very 1970’s today… even though I wasn’t even conceived in that decade. My life is hilarious and small and very much like a shag carpet. I listened to The Byrds earlier. Wrong decade, but I don’t care. Fabulous.
I was pleased to find out that he had finally gotten me flowers, but the instant gratification subsided as I realized that they were white lilies. For the funeral.
His pursed lips slowly creased into a tight-lipped smile. His distaste had somehow morphed into pleasure. It wasn’t what he had expected, but it was acceptable. It would serve his purposes just fine.
i was so pleased, it made me feel satisfied and surprised. I didn’t know that he would bring me flowers like that. They were pink carnations and I was so happy! He did it for our 7th year anniversary…what a guy that can still surprise me.
She jumped up and down, the letter crinkling in her hand. A smile sat prominently on her face as she turned to her boyfriend, “I got in! I got in!” she yelled, pleased with the words on the paper. He sat there quietly, trying to ward off what he knew it would mean for them.
I was less than pleased when I saw the job those worthless pukes performed on the two young girls. I mean, everyone knows that the fingernails come off before you pull the teeth out. It’s just standard procedure. If you want something done right, I guess you have to torture them yourself…
It was over, it was over. It was finally over. He was dead, and she had killed him. The moment he had breathed his last breath she had felt pleased, but what was this guilt that now remained?
Gina was pleased that she’d been given the promotion, finally, despite her ‘infirmity’. She was deaf, and being given the promotion to head of the BBC’s radio department was a huge achievement.
I smiled at him. He seemed to pleased with himself. Although he only straightened out the room slightly and made probably the worst breakfast I had ever seen, he was so glad and I really did appreciate it. Really, it was cute.
Are you pleased now? Are you content? Does a broken body at the bottom of the stairs fill you with the dear warmth you’ve sought? Sometimes, watching you face I think I can understand. We are broken birds to you, child, we are the fallen.
“I am pleased with your progress so far. However, do not doubt that should you fail me you will face the consequences.”
He looked so normal in jeans and a t-shirt but when his gaze fell on me, I felt fear bubble in my stomach. “Yes sir. I won’t fail you, I promise!” I said.
I wasn’t very pleased to find out that I couldn’t go to Warped Tour today. I spend all of my time pleasing others, making sure that everyone else is happy and content and provided for. But on this one day that I wanted something that was purely my own, that I thought no one could take from me, I was mistaken.
She held the cake above her head and crashed it down. The goofy grin was gone. She was pleased the idiot had tried his best but it was all too much. She hated her in laws how dare they invade her birthday. She strode off happy.
I am pleased to have met you, pleased to have known.
Pleased to have seen what was already shown.
Pleased to create and explore.
Discover what was unknown before.
“You don’t know anything, do you? I hope you’re pleased.” she cried, fleeing the room. He sank into the couch, running a hand through his ruffled hair. How did this go so awry? Confused and hurt, he blankly stared at the small velvet box.
we are extremely pleased to have you here. who is really pleased to have you here? does it really depend on where in time and space you are? would they be pleased to have you there? or anywhere? why are people so particular?
Ha. I am not pleased at all. I always told you I hate the summer, and now that it’s here, and I am even ill with the flu, in 100°F … not pleased at all. And still it is there, this summer of all summers, and we will survive it maybe, but then sometimes I am not sure, because we could always have a heatstroke — and isn’t it the typical privileged problem, sitting in my house, having enough water and simply always complaining about the weather…
The girl was pleased by her fifth sale. She waved her customer away smiling with her shiny white teeth shining so bright. I stared at her in envy as she walked away, her blond hair flying behind her.
Your biting guilt
the submerged feelings
of relief as my hands caress your face
of bliss at our embrace.
Your pleading mind
the logic behind time
the probability of morality.
Your consciousness escapes
to revel in the pleasure
to produce a “clear” stop sign.
I’m pleased to know
that in some concept,
you are thinking of me
your warm lips caress my cheeks, and your tongue runs over mine, sending a wave of pleasure through the body that you can’t resist. i want to always savor this feeling, of your soft hands roaming freely, playing with my sensitive nerve endings.
I am very pleased with the way i have been running today, doing this and that, smelling the flowers, looking at the clouds, enjoying the warmth of the sun on my face. And yeah, bunking a spot of work to go watch a docu instead.
I was pleased with my morning yesterday. I was pleased until it felt as if everything was taken away from me in one fell swoop. Today was the same way. Now, I am not so pleased.
I am so happy that I got to see you today. We always seem to have so much fun whe we’re together. I am very pelased that you and I are best friends. No one should be able to get between us. Not even you and me. I hope to be friends forever because our friendship isn’t something you can find anywhere else.
He was pleased with her progress. Never in all his years of teaching had he had a student so in tune with the piano. Her name was Ang. She lived a block away, and she was only six years old. Her father had cut out her eyes when she had been just a baby, in an attempt to take her life. Despite all that though, she could play the piano better than even the teacher himself.
She glanced around. Pleased wasn’t even the right word to describe how she felt at that moment. Thousands of eyes stared at her, as she made her way to the stage, careful not to trip. She had just won American Idol.
Sometimes I am easily pleased. Little things make me happy. A smile, a laugh, a look in to my eyes. A good book, yummy food. But sometimes I am always displeased. Always. It doesn’t matter how amazing something is but it will not bring me any pleasure whatsoever. Those are times that I hate.
So pleased with myself. The destruction of Galondria and one of the last dragon rings within my grasp. Now to destroy those groundlings who think they can withstand my power.
I was so pleased to see her, it had been years since I’d last seen those beautiful warm amber eyes looking into mine, and I lowered my lips to hers with a smile stroking her silken chestnut hair as I did.
I was ever so pleased when he took my hand and led me to the garden. there were butterflies for sure. it was the way he asked me to marry him that had me pausing. i didnt want to be another business transaction.
Ich bin sehr gepleased, dass sie mich so nett behandelt haben. Ohne Hände, aber nett. Kein bisschen schiefes Zucken rund um die Mundwinkel. Eine einzige Sache würde ich mir da noch wünschen, please …
Pleased to meet you, she says, pushing the thumbtack deep into her lover’s hand, removing it and laughing. You’ll cringe, reading this, but that’s okay. I’m very pleased to meet you, so I’ll kill you now, get it over iwth, you seem so nice, why make it wait? Kill for the kill, kill and be killed.
I think we’d all be pleased if we let ourselves be.
There is a lot about life to enjoy. Don’t let the negativity bring you down. It’s tough, but hopefully if you look, you’ll see that you, too, are pleased. Please to live, to learn, to be.
Pleased to be pleased
Please please me
Please pleasure me
It is a pleasure to be pleased.
I was pleased to meet you. I am pleased to know you.
I would be so damn pleased to talk to you.
The word please, like everything else, makes me think of you.
If only it pleased you.
people enjoy more things in life. They go shopping, to restaurants and overall spend more time with loved ones. How can you tell if you are pleased? YOu are most probably smiling.
I am pleased to feel very 1970’s today… even though I wasn’t even conceived in that decade. My life is hilarious and small and very much like a shag carpet. I listened to The Byrds earlier. Wrong decade, but I don’t care. Fabulous.
I was pleased to find out that he had finally gotten me flowers, but the instant gratification subsided as I realized that they were white lilies. For the funeral.
His pursed lips slowly creased into a tight-lipped smile. His distaste had somehow morphed into pleasure. It wasn’t what he had expected, but it was acceptable. It would serve his purposes just fine.
i was so pleased, it made me feel satisfied and surprised. I didn’t know that he would bring me flowers like that. They were pink carnations and I was so happy! He did it for our 7th year anniversary…what a guy that can still surprise me.
She jumped up and down, the letter crinkling in her hand. A smile sat prominently on her face as she turned to her boyfriend, “I got in! I got in!” she yelled, pleased with the words on the paper. He sat there quietly, trying to ward off what he knew it would mean for them.
I was less than pleased when I saw the job those worthless pukes performed on the two young girls. I mean, everyone knows that the fingernails come off before you pull the teeth out. It’s just standard procedure. If you want something done right, I guess you have to torture them yourself…
The opposite of my mood at the moment. I am not pleased with how this day has turned out.
It was over, it was over. It was finally over. He was dead, and she had killed him. The moment he had breathed his last breath she had felt pleased, but what was this guilt that now remained?
Gina was pleased that she’d been given the promotion, finally, despite her ‘infirmity’. She was deaf, and being given the promotion to head of the BBC’s radio department was a huge achievement.
I smiled at him. He seemed to pleased with himself. Although he only straightened out the room slightly and made probably the worst breakfast I had ever seen, he was so glad and I really did appreciate it. Really, it was cute.
Are you pleased now? Are you content? Does a broken body at the bottom of the stairs fill you with the dear warmth you’ve sought? Sometimes, watching you face I think I can understand. We are broken birds to you, child, we are the fallen.
“I am pleased with your progress so far. However, do not doubt that should you fail me you will face the consequences.”
He looked so normal in jeans and a t-shirt but when his gaze fell on me, I felt fear bubble in my stomach. “Yes sir. I won’t fail you, I promise!” I said.
I was pleased when I saw you. Just like I always am. I wondered, was it just me? Had it always been just me?
I wasn’t very pleased to find out that I couldn’t go to Warped Tour today. I spend all of my time pleasing others, making sure that everyone else is happy and content and provided for. But on this one day that I wanted something that was purely my own, that I thought no one could take from me, I was mistaken.
I am rarely pleased. the only thing that makes me pleased it to finish things… to fix things. being pleased is about hoping to please others.
I am. To meet you. The way I was to see mother home. The feeling. His face, it looks. We watch. We watch. And wait.
She held the cake above her head and crashed it down. The goofy grin was gone. She was pleased the idiot had tried his best but it was all too much. She hated her in laws how dare they invade her birthday. She strode off happy.
I am pleased to have met you, pleased to have known.
Pleased to have seen what was already shown.
Pleased to create and explore.
Discover what was unknown before.
“You don’t know anything, do you? I hope you’re pleased.” she cried, fleeing the room. He sank into the couch, running a hand through his ruffled hair. How did this go so awry? Confused and hurt, he blankly stared at the small velvet box.
I never was. If I were, I’d be most certainly be dead by now.
we are extremely pleased to have you here. who is really pleased to have you here? does it really depend on where in time and space you are? would they be pleased to have you there? or anywhere? why are people so particular?
Ha. I am not pleased at all. I always told you I hate the summer, and now that it’s here, and I am even ill with the flu, in 100°F … not pleased at all. And still it is there, this summer of all summers, and we will survive it maybe, but then sometimes I am not sure, because we could always have a heatstroke — and isn’t it the typical privileged problem, sitting in my house, having enough water and simply always complaining about the weather…