it was between us
the shadow beneath
the sun
and you felt comforted
at the thought of death
shaking his fist
in god’s eyes
and i wanted to say
how the devil works in
mysterious ways
you’re pleased with yourself
way too fucking pleased
at the thought of surrendering
to the white flag
hanging above earth’s surface
I was pleased when I bought a new shirt and took it home; the screen printing looked so fine and colorful, not faded like it will be after a few washes; it smelled soft and crisply of my mother’s perfume.
“I’m pleased to meet you” he said.
She looked at him quizzically “But we have met. We met 3 years ago at Herbert’s Party at the lake. Don’t you remember?”
His face turned red, then white “You! I do remember. I tore your dress and tried to make you laugh about it.”
She smiled “I did laugh.. later.”
This made Sister Mary angry, though she was hardly ever pleased. No one had seen her smile for years, really years. She didn’t laugh, or smile, or enjoy anything well besides being in control. Then you could see a slight smirk. She lived to make children redo projects they had spent weeks doing, rewrite essays and punish for the smallest things. She waited for you to slip, just one little mistake. BOOM! There goes your good day. Today she was unhappy because of the new girl. The new girl who seemed to do everything right, so right if she punished this child she would raise suspisions.
I was very pleased with the contents of the enchanted pickle jar that I had just opened. The dungeon’s guardians had made it very difficult for me to come this far, but the struggles were worth it. I had obtained three more enchanted pickles for my PICKLE COLLECTION.
The china was set, roast in the oven, candles lit, hair and makeup just so, maybe tonight would be different, maybe there wouldn’t be a beating … just maybe, tonight he would be pleased.
I was pleased to lay on his mattress, to feel his mouth on my neck and listen to the animal sounds escape between us. I was pleased to have the warmth, pleased to feel my legs on his back. I was wanted, for once. I was whole.
I woke up this morning and I felt as though I did not exist. I walked upstairs as I untangled my limbs and when I looked in the mirror, all I could get out was, “Pleased to meet you.”
I was very pleased to have his arms pinning my wrists above my head. I was pleased to wrap my legs around his waist, straddling him like a child, and listen to the animal sounds escape from my lips.
I love to be pleased because it is a happy emotion I don’t get enough of and I would like to be pleased with myself sometimes… rather than just others. Pleased is good to feel.
I am very pleased with living in the city. What I am not pleased with is living in the city. Damn it. I cannot make up my mind about anything! gwahahhahahahahahahhaha I have officially gone mad.
Shaun smiled as he gently ran a hand over Desmond’s chest. it was still heaving and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. he had finally laid down the rules. Desmond belonged to HIM and if he ever tried to cheat again, he would lose Shaun, no exceptions.
I love to be pleased because it is a happy emotion I don’t get enough of and I would like to be pleased with myself sometimes… rather than just others. Pleased is good to feel.
When you are a child you get pleased by the simplest of things. Persuading mom to give you an extra cookie. Kicking rocks on the sidewalk. Hearing your ‘robot’ voice when you talk into the oscillating fan.
I was pleased to see he had listened and left. I was pleased even more so to know the foreign, though missed, joy of being solo. There was no other to be concerned for, and the alarm is going off and he never hears it. He isn’t such a bad guy, it’s not that he can’t please me, I’m simply unpleaseable.
When he reached the top of the mountain ther was a buck at the top grazing. the buck looked up and gazed at him, somehoe he seemed [;eased at the new arrival.
Pleased is a state of being happy with what has been presented to you. I recall being pleased on numerous occasions, however the general feeling of being pleased fails to present itself in my life. I guess some people get it and others don’t.
he was very pleased to see that she had indeed replaced the empty toilet paper roll in the bathroom. this was quickly becoming a point of contention in the relationship. now at least, sushi would be drama free.
She did whatever she pleased. And the other was only being trampled.
My, not physically, of course. But it felt like that to her. Actually it felt like that to both of them. And neither did anything about it.
I am pleased that I can, right at this moment, be pleased with who I am and where I am. I get to be in a place that I truly want to spend the rest of my life. When I hear the word pleased, a picture an evil villain with his hands clasped together plotting the demise of the world comes to mind, but really – pleased is, even just for a moment, wanting nothing else in the world.
She was pleased with the tidy square knot. It held his hands together tightly but without rubbing the skin as long as he didn’t struggle too violently.
Into the green water she leaped. She had no choice but to continue onward. Her followers were no longer pleased, so they turned on her. The ran after her until there was no more land left to run on. And into the green water she leaped!
Pleased is the only thing I never thought of when I saw him. Pleasing, pleased, pleaser, pleasure. Not this guy. Chump. Liar. Okay fakey pleasing. Pleasing as appeasing.
He was very pleased that he was able to go home so early from work. John didn’t think he could take another minute of his boss’s loud mouth. She was practically SCREAMING that they had had an affair, and on her office phone no less! ‘What am I going to do?’ he couldn’t help but think the entire way home. If his wife found out…. No, that was not an option. He loved her too much to hurt her like that. Why he had the audacity to do it in the first place was beside him.
I am pleased with my life. With my job. I get to meet so many interesting people. People who probably don’t know just how great they are. I would like to let them know.
The way he rubbed his hands together perfectly suited the mental image I held of him in my mind. He was an oily businessman, a schemer endlessly conspiring to climb a few steps higher in the ladder of life, even if he had to use other people’s bodies as the rungs.
I was pleased with the arrangement, but not satisfied. I still felt empty, alone as if something had been left unresolved. I couldn’t show this, of course. My true emotions beaming would cause a disrupt in the fake balance we had worked so hard to obtain.
Wait, i actually have to write about this word?? ARGH! Gimme a sec… oh no! 3/4 time done!
What do i write?!
I know, i was pleased when my girlfriend wa
Pleased. I’m pleased with many things today. Pleased that Miles is doing so well physically – we had a great 9 month check-up for him. Pleased that I’m only working a half day tomorrow and then I’m off on vacation. Pleased that I’ll get to see my whole family this weekend.
Im happy, colors and faces. golden garden of light in the cosmic existence of space all in one continuous pattern of light and shadow. tea and exponential growth.
love and friendship faith commitment honesty joyful funny leadership strong assertive supportive thisare few qualities that one should posses. i am always interested in a person who has atlest few of this qualities. i am telling you in this days and age you don’t find many people have good qualities. people are selfish, greedy self centred and short tempered… lol i am done now…
pleased as punch is a strange saying. is punch happy? like the red fruit punch kind- i suppose that could be happy because it tastes good, but punch in general is kind of negative… getting punched in the face isn’t all that pleasing i don’t think. that would be the opposite of pleased- more like angry and painful.
“Good evening Charles.” An overly polite voice echoed across the enormous lobby.
Charles turned around to greet his old friend as he descended a great marble stairway, accompanied by perhaps the most elegant woman he had ever seen. He knew her face from somewhere, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He turned his attention to his old friend.
“William! er, SIR William, I suppose it must be now, huh?” Charles looked around. “You’ve done well for yourself since Bali.”
Sir William shrugged, but his smile said he was quite pleased with his new found wealth. “At the rate the king is handing out titles these days, we’ll all be Sires soon. Welcome, old friend.” He clasped Charles’ arm and they shared an old welcome. Still a charmer, as always, it would seem. “We’re so pleased that you’re able to join us. We heard about… ehm… well certain things have been said. But, where are my manners, we will speak of it later I’m sure. Let’s get go drown ourselves in whiskey and forget this awful hens coupe they call a party here in Macedonia. Don’t let their smiles fool you Charles, they’re crocodiles, every one of them. Schemers. And they’ll bite your head off as soon as you’re not looking. Don’t give them anything they can sink their slimy little claws into, you understand? Not a morsel.”
“William, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Her voice sounded like honey tastes.
“Ah. Once again, my manners escape me. You can put a soldier in a suit, but you that doesn’t make him a gentleman, eh Charles? I believe you’ve met the lovely lady Evelyn of Kerr, soon to be the lovely lady Evelyn of Alister if I have anything to do with it.” She smiled.
Shock smacked Charles in the face like a bucket of ice water. Mistress Evelyn. Rumour had it the late Lord Kerr came to a rather nasty end. Charles collected himself immediately, but he must have showed some sign of distress.
“Don’t believe everything you hear these days. Since the queen has come ill, rumors have had a way of spreading around the city like a wild fire. Pleased to meet you Charles.”
Well that was certainly true, though he was still a bit upset about being caught off guard. Charles kissed the hand she extended. She smelled like honey too. “I’ll certainly take that into consideration, should I hear any. The pleasure is mine, lady Evelyn.” And it was.
it was between us
the shadow beneath
the sun
and you felt comforted
at the thought of death
shaking his fist
in god’s eyes
and i wanted to say
how the devil works in
mysterious ways
you’re pleased with yourself
way too fucking pleased
at the thought of surrendering
to the white flag
hanging above earth’s surface
I was pleased when I bought a new shirt and took it home; the screen printing looked so fine and colorful, not faded like it will be after a few washes; it smelled soft and crisply of my mother’s perfume.
“I’m pleased to meet you” he said.
She looked at him quizzically “But we have met. We met 3 years ago at Herbert’s Party at the lake. Don’t you remember?”
His face turned red, then white “You! I do remember. I tore your dress and tried to make you laugh about it.”
She smiled “I did laugh.. later.”
This made Sister Mary angry, though she was hardly ever pleased. No one had seen her smile for years, really years. She didn’t laugh, or smile, or enjoy anything well besides being in control. Then you could see a slight smirk. She lived to make children redo projects they had spent weeks doing, rewrite essays and punish for the smallest things. She waited for you to slip, just one little mistake. BOOM! There goes your good day. Today she was unhappy because of the new girl. The new girl who seemed to do everything right, so right if she punished this child she would raise suspisions.
I was very pleased with the contents of the enchanted pickle jar that I had just opened. The dungeon’s guardians had made it very difficult for me to come this far, but the struggles were worth it. I had obtained three more enchanted pickles for my PICKLE COLLECTION.
The china was set, roast in the oven, candles lit, hair and makeup just so, maybe tonight would be different, maybe there wouldn’t be a beating … just maybe, tonight he would be pleased.
this is a word that is weighed down with expectations and pretension. Not “happy” but “pleased”. you got an A. We’re pleased.
I was pleased to lay on his mattress, to feel his mouth on my neck and listen to the animal sounds escape between us. I was pleased to have the warmth, pleased to feel my legs on his back. I was wanted, for once. I was whole.
I woke up this morning and I felt as though I did not exist. I walked upstairs as I untangled my limbs and when I looked in the mirror, all I could get out was, “Pleased to meet you.”
I was very pleased to have his arms pinning my wrists above my head. I was pleased to wrap my legs around his waist, straddling him like a child, and listen to the animal sounds escape from my lips.
I love to be pleased because it is a happy emotion I don’t get enough of and I would like to be pleased with myself sometimes… rather than just others. Pleased is good to feel.
I am very pleased with living in the city. What I am not pleased with is living in the city. Damn it. I cannot make up my mind about anything! gwahahhahahahahahahhaha I have officially gone mad.
Shaun smiled as he gently ran a hand over Desmond’s chest. it was still heaving and he couldn’t help but be pleased with himself. he had finally laid down the rules. Desmond belonged to HIM and if he ever tried to cheat again, he would lose Shaun, no exceptions.
I love to be pleased because it is a happy emotion I don’t get enough of and I would like to be pleased with myself sometimes… rather than just others. Pleased is good to feel.
When you are a child you get pleased by the simplest of things. Persuading mom to give you an extra cookie. Kicking rocks on the sidewalk. Hearing your ‘robot’ voice when you talk into the oscillating fan.
I was pleased to see he had listened and left. I was pleased even more so to know the foreign, though missed, joy of being solo. There was no other to be concerned for, and the alarm is going off and he never hears it. He isn’t such a bad guy, it’s not that he can’t please me, I’m simply unpleaseable.
When he reached the top of the mountain ther was a buck at the top grazing. the buck looked up and gazed at him, somehoe he seemed [;eased at the new arrival.
Pleased is a state of being happy with what has been presented to you. I recall being pleased on numerous occasions, however the general feeling of being pleased fails to present itself in my life. I guess some people get it and others don’t.
“I will never be pleased with what you do for me.” I said, choking back the salty sewer of tears.
“Well, that sucks.” He said, as cold as ice.
he was very pleased to see that she had indeed replaced the empty toilet paper roll in the bathroom. this was quickly becoming a point of contention in the relationship. now at least, sushi would be drama free.
She did whatever she pleased. And the other was only being trampled.
My, not physically, of course. But it felt like that to her. Actually it felt like that to both of them. And neither did anything about it.
I am pleased that I can, right at this moment, be pleased with who I am and where I am. I get to be in a place that I truly want to spend the rest of my life. When I hear the word pleased, a picture an evil villain with his hands clasped together plotting the demise of the world comes to mind, but really – pleased is, even just for a moment, wanting nothing else in the world.
She was pleased with the tidy square knot. It held his hands together tightly but without rubbing the skin as long as he didn’t struggle too violently.
Into the green water she leaped. She had no choice but to continue onward. Her followers were no longer pleased, so they turned on her. The ran after her until there was no more land left to run on. And into the green water she leaped!
happy. satisfied. complete. done. project successful. bliss. heavy. smiling. done.
nothing is pleasing me. nothing is satisfying. no taste is desirable and no touch is invigorating. nothing is enough.
Pleased is the only thing I never thought of when I saw him. Pleasing, pleased, pleaser, pleasure. Not this guy. Chump. Liar. Okay fakey pleasing. Pleasing as appeasing.
He was very pleased that he was able to go home so early from work. John didn’t think he could take another minute of his boss’s loud mouth. She was practically SCREAMING that they had had an affair, and on her office phone no less! ‘What am I going to do?’ he couldn’t help but think the entire way home. If his wife found out…. No, that was not an option. He loved her too much to hurt her like that. Why he had the audacity to do it in the first place was beside him.
I am pleased with my life. With my job. I get to meet so many interesting people. People who probably don’t know just how great they are. I would like to let them know.
The way he rubbed his hands together perfectly suited the mental image I held of him in my mind. He was an oily businessman, a schemer endlessly conspiring to climb a few steps higher in the ladder of life, even if he had to use other people’s bodies as the rungs.
I was pleased with the arrangement, but not satisfied. I still felt empty, alone as if something had been left unresolved. I couldn’t show this, of course. My true emotions beaming would cause a disrupt in the fake balance we had worked so hard to obtain.
Pleasing to the eye is something that is relative. In that argument, garbage can be pleasing. Thus, in someways, we are all always pleased.
No one is ever truly pleased.
Wait, i actually have to write about this word?? ARGH! Gimme a sec… oh no! 3/4 time done!
What do i write?!
I know, i was pleased when my girlfriend wa
Pleased. I’m pleased with many things today. Pleased that Miles is doing so well physically – we had a great 9 month check-up for him. Pleased that I’m only working a half day tomorrow and then I’m off on vacation. Pleased that I’ll get to see my whole family this weekend.
Im happy, colors and faces. golden garden of light in the cosmic existence of space all in one continuous pattern of light and shadow. tea and exponential growth.
trembling quiet and happy. she waits for you to show your face. to turn on your side and break the silence, for she is pleased and hopes you are too.
love and friendship faith commitment honesty joyful funny leadership strong assertive supportive thisare few qualities that one should posses. i am always interested in a person who has atlest few of this qualities. i am telling you in this days and age you don’t find many people have good qualities. people are selfish, greedy self centred and short tempered… lol i am done now…
pleased as punch is a strange saying. is punch happy? like the red fruit punch kind- i suppose that could be happy because it tastes good, but punch in general is kind of negative… getting punched in the face isn’t all that pleasing i don’t think. that would be the opposite of pleased- more like angry and painful.
“Good evening Charles.” An overly polite voice echoed across the enormous lobby.
Charles turned around to greet his old friend as he descended a great marble stairway, accompanied by perhaps the most elegant woman he had ever seen. He knew her face from somewhere, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. He turned his attention to his old friend.
“William! er, SIR William, I suppose it must be now, huh?” Charles looked around. “You’ve done well for yourself since Bali.”
Sir William shrugged, but his smile said he was quite pleased with his new found wealth. “At the rate the king is handing out titles these days, we’ll all be Sires soon. Welcome, old friend.” He clasped Charles’ arm and they shared an old welcome. Still a charmer, as always, it would seem. “We’re so pleased that you’re able to join us. We heard about… ehm… well certain things have been said. But, where are my manners, we will speak of it later I’m sure. Let’s get go drown ourselves in whiskey and forget this awful hens coupe they call a party here in Macedonia. Don’t let their smiles fool you Charles, they’re crocodiles, every one of them. Schemers. And they’ll bite your head off as soon as you’re not looking. Don’t give them anything they can sink their slimy little claws into, you understand? Not a morsel.”
“William, aren’t you going to introduce me to your friend?” Her voice sounded like honey tastes.
“Ah. Once again, my manners escape me. You can put a soldier in a suit, but you that doesn’t make him a gentleman, eh Charles? I believe you’ve met the lovely lady Evelyn of Kerr, soon to be the lovely lady Evelyn of Alister if I have anything to do with it.” She smiled.
Shock smacked Charles in the face like a bucket of ice water. Mistress Evelyn. Rumour had it the late Lord Kerr came to a rather nasty end. Charles collected himself immediately, but he must have showed some sign of distress.
“Don’t believe everything you hear these days. Since the queen has come ill, rumors have had a way of spreading around the city like a wild fire. Pleased to meet you Charles.”
Well that was certainly true, though he was still a bit upset about being caught off guard. Charles kissed the hand she extended. She smelled like honey too. “I’ll certainly take that into consideration, should I hear any. The pleasure is mine, lady Evelyn.” And it was.