props to all those that can find their bliss. all those who have found their happiness having only the little that acquire. you bring joy to the world and all those that surround you. the rising sun from the east sets in your eyes.
The stage is set. The props are in their place. The costumes fit, the lines are memorized. It’s opening night, and this play looks to be the best one the company has done in years. The lights go down…and I stand up. It’s all so perfect, I think to myself.
things that people use in videos. some people use them just for fun when playing games with others. they are used to express yourself when acting and to show what the video/movie is about.
props help us decorate .
so do flowers and paintings
but props help us decorate the shops in a better way
we can walk into any mall today and the see the way props are placed to push sales in the shops
Props to you my fine friend. Frisky in your newly discovered habits. You try to find meaning in the places in your show. The lines you’ve set forth by your own doing. You meaningless ninny. Alone in your imagined state. I question why you would put such pressure on your fragile existence.
The props were all set out on the table. The play was about to begin. I kept an eye on the one thing I needed. All of the other items on that table were just extras. None of them were really essential to the show. But my prop. The one thing I use off of that table. That is the showstopper.
The props they had set up inside the traditional Irish Newfoundland pub made the scene all-to-real. I felt so nostalgic listening to the band; fiddle, guitars, and accordion; the beautiful voice filling my heart with pride.
The basement is full of unused items: brooms, phones, swords, roses. From both classic and modern eras, these far-from priceless relics sit gathering dust until the next play.
A variety of colours and shapes. Mystical and mesmerising. Half of them may not exist, and the other half, you’d never think to see. They lie behind the costumes and the actors, amongst with the scenery and the stage crew. To us they are just objects, but to them, they are the much needed, and important, props.
i think about when i was in high school and i was in a play and i had to use props for the very first time… props is something that we also give out like an accolade or something of that nature…..
Mad props to my homies….even as the words escaped hi mouth, he sounded like a phony. Not now, as the whole room is looking to him to set the tend, to show the world the epitome of coolness. He can’t return to the days of self doubt- the days of being the skinny loner that no-one noticed. This persona was more than just him- it was his livelihood now- his families livelihood. What a life. What a lie….
For the love. This page doesn’t work. The flash is broken. Like all the little objects backstage in the shuttered theater. The little things they used to tell their meaningless stories, about the important moments in life.
I stood on the stage, the bright lights blinded me, but I could still see the full house. I looked ridiculous. My hair up in a stupid wig, a blond that differed from my usual brown. A blue dress with puffed shoulders and white polka dots. Could it be any worse? Of course it could. Looking out I caught the glimpse of Harrison. He was watching me. He smiled, laughed. Turned to his friend and knocked his shoulder, getting his attention. He pointed to me and they both laughed. I gripped the plastic frying pan I had been holding tightly. I shocked myself with how much I wanted to throw it into the crowd. To throw it at him.
I’m not exactly sure what this word means. And the meaning I do know is probably the slang definition of It. It’s funny that I’m even explaining this even when i can just skip writting this and go about do something else.
Major props to my bro Matt. He did a keg stand for like an hour last night and I thought he was going to die. But it’s all good he’s just hungover now. Seriously though, MAJOR PROPS. Especially since he woke up with like six girls in his room. What a party animal.
My props are all laid out
I’m standing center stage
Playing my part
Every day
Playing this character I created
So different from myself
A girl who smiles
A girl who talks
A girl who lies
A girl who cares what you think
She’s not me
But for the moment
She may as well be
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t acting
For months now this has been my job
I know something’s not right
Something niggles at me
What do I do?
Should I keep going?
My friends know I feel off
They took me shopping to cure it
It didn’t work
But I did get some cute shoes
So that’s a bonus
It’s not what I need though
I need to remember
I need a breath of fresh air
I need to clear my head
It’s all fuzzy
I can’t think straight
Something is stopping me from knowing the truth
A mental block
A mind wipe
I need to remember…I can’t stand this anymore
I’m living a lie
I’m tortured every day
Hiding my tattoo
A statement piece
An orange ribbon
It loudly proclaims that I support the awareness and prevention of self harm
It implies I’ve stopped
It lies.
My legs will never be shown
Stripes
Lines
You wouldn’t understand
It’s a compulsion
Nothing went wrong
I just can’t help it
It’s ingrained
It’s a bad habit
He caused this
My pain
Her pain
Her death
Too soon
He caused this
He caused me to forget so I could make him happy
He loves me
But I sometimes see fragments
Memory pieces
Scars
Fear
What happened in the past?
I’ve got to know
But in the meantime
There are shoes
And I have bitching to do
My shallow heart is easily pleased
It probably doesn’t even beat anymore, it’s that covered in glitter and makeup
Concealer for the scars I don’t remember getting
It’s all shattered now anyway
So I may as well shove it to the back of my mind and shop til I drop
Literally
Tonight is the night my shallow heart stops
The night my prettied-up lungs deflate
And the night my foggy brain darkens
I can’t be this person anymore
So I choose to be nobody
Ever again
Let’s shop!
He props himself up against the doorframe, in that artfully lazy way. As the summer fades, he has formed a habit of lounging, watching, like a coiled, ambivalent snake, waiting for me to step too close and trigger his snapping, fanged wrath. I stand with my back to him, knowing that is a mistake, but also knowing that to do anything else would be to weigh on the latch that releases a landmine.
Props the essential things to movies. The things that make your story crystal clear. They do all the work. Though if I remember correctly people also say props to you, as in good job, or is that just my imagination? Floating away in the wind.
props to all those that can find their bliss. all those who have found their happiness having only the little that acquire. you bring joy to the world and all those that surround you. the rising sun from the east sets in your eyes.
The stage is set. The props are in their place. The costumes fit, the lines are memorized. It’s opening night, and this play looks to be the best one the company has done in years. The lights go down…and I stand up. It’s all so perfect, I think to myself.
It’s my job to absolutely ruin it.
props in a play props for good work yo props man props crops mops hops flops stops chops
things that people use in videos. some people use them just for fun when playing games with others. they are used to express yourself when acting and to show what the video/movie is about.
props help us decorate .
so do flowers and paintings
but props help us decorate the shops in a better way
we can walk into any mall today and the see the way props are placed to push sales in the shops
Props to you my fine friend. Frisky in your newly discovered habits. You try to find meaning in the places in your show. The lines you’ve set forth by your own doing. You meaningless ninny. Alone in your imagined state. I question why you would put such pressure on your fragile existence.
The props were all set out on the table. The play was about to begin. I kept an eye on the one thing I needed. All of the other items on that table were just extras. None of them were really essential to the show. But my prop. The one thing I use off of that table. That is the showstopper.
The props they had set up inside the traditional Irish Newfoundland pub made the scene all-to-real. I felt so nostalgic listening to the band; fiddle, guitars, and accordion; the beautiful voice filling my heart with pride.
“What marvellous pit props!” exclaimed the coilliery manager as he inspected the deep mine.
I feel like
Just a prop
Being used
to make you look better
Just an object
Not truly your friend
anything to aid in the constant battle of things needed doing people who use and make props are legends and should be loved and care for
The basement is full of unused items: brooms, phones, swords, roses. From both classic and modern eras, these far-from priceless relics sit gathering dust until the next play.
A variety of colours and shapes. Mystical and mesmerising. Half of them may not exist, and the other half, you’d never think to see. They lie behind the costumes and the actors, amongst with the scenery and the stage crew. To us they are just objects, but to them, they are the much needed, and important, props.
we use props to prop shows. they add value as well as ornamentation (decoration).
the props also help to add substance where it is missing.
Props, props, props! Toys, beads and costumes galore. A couple could have a great time backstage at this particular cabaret.
”Props to you, kid,” he said slyly.
”…Why?” I asked.
”For doing what I said!”
i think about when i was in high school and i was in a play and i had to use props for the very first time… props is something that we also give out like an accolade or something of that nature…..
Mad props to my homies….even as the words escaped hi mouth, he sounded like a phony. Not now, as the whole room is looking to him to set the tend, to show the world the epitome of coolness. He can’t return to the days of self doubt- the days of being the skinny loner that no-one noticed. This persona was more than just him- it was his livelihood now- his families livelihood. What a life. What a lie….
For the love. This page doesn’t work. The flash is broken. Like all the little objects backstage in the shuttered theater. The little things they used to tell their meaningless stories, about the important moments in life.
I stood on the stage, the bright lights blinded me, but I could still see the full house. I looked ridiculous. My hair up in a stupid wig, a blond that differed from my usual brown. A blue dress with puffed shoulders and white polka dots. Could it be any worse? Of course it could. Looking out I caught the glimpse of Harrison. He was watching me. He smiled, laughed. Turned to his friend and knocked his shoulder, getting his attention. He pointed to me and they both laughed. I gripped the plastic frying pan I had been holding tightly. I shocked myself with how much I wanted to throw it into the crowd. To throw it at him.
These are the props of my life:
books,
People,
plants
dresses
scarves
CDs
iced tea and lemonade
movies
If I have these, the show can go on!
Brittany got props for always calming Santana down. She’s the only one who can do it.
Props for that one
I’m not exactly sure what this word means. And the meaning I do know is probably the slang definition of It. It’s funny that I’m even explaining this even when i can just skip writting this and go about do something else.
Major props to my bro Matt. He did a keg stand for like an hour last night and I thought he was going to die. But it’s all good he’s just hungover now. Seriously though, MAJOR PROPS. Especially since he woke up with like six girls in his room. What a party animal.
My props are all laid out
I’m standing center stage
Playing my part
Every day
Playing this character I created
So different from myself
A girl who smiles
A girl who talks
A girl who lies
A girl who cares what you think
She’s not me
But for the moment
She may as well be
I don’t remember a time when I wasn’t acting
For months now this has been my job
I know something’s not right
Something niggles at me
What do I do?
Should I keep going?
My friends know I feel off
They took me shopping to cure it
It didn’t work
But I did get some cute shoes
So that’s a bonus
It’s not what I need though
I need to remember
I need a breath of fresh air
I need to clear my head
It’s all fuzzy
I can’t think straight
Something is stopping me from knowing the truth
A mental block
A mind wipe
I need to remember…I can’t stand this anymore
I’m living a lie
I’m tortured every day
Hiding my tattoo
A statement piece
An orange ribbon
It loudly proclaims that I support the awareness and prevention of self harm
It implies I’ve stopped
It lies.
My legs will never be shown
Stripes
Lines
You wouldn’t understand
It’s a compulsion
Nothing went wrong
I just can’t help it
It’s ingrained
It’s a bad habit
He caused this
My pain
Her pain
Her death
Too soon
He caused this
He caused me to forget so I could make him happy
He loves me
But I sometimes see fragments
Memory pieces
Scars
Fear
What happened in the past?
I’ve got to know
But in the meantime
There are shoes
And I have bitching to do
My shallow heart is easily pleased
It probably doesn’t even beat anymore, it’s that covered in glitter and makeup
Concealer for the scars I don’t remember getting
It’s all shattered now anyway
So I may as well shove it to the back of my mind and shop til I drop
Literally
Tonight is the night my shallow heart stops
The night my prettied-up lungs deflate
And the night my foggy brain darkens
I can’t be this person anymore
So I choose to be nobody
Ever again
Let’s shop!
there once was a kid named larry who had no legs.
one day he learned to jump.
“props,” his friend jared said.
He props himself up against the doorframe, in that artfully lazy way. As the summer fades, he has formed a habit of lounging, watching, like a coiled, ambivalent snake, waiting for me to step too close and trigger his snapping, fanged wrath. I stand with my back to him, knowing that is a mistake, but also knowing that to do anything else would be to weigh on the latch that releases a landmine.
Props the essential things to movies. The things that make your story crystal clear. They do all the work. Though if I remember correctly people also say props to you, as in good job, or is that just my imagination? Floating away in the wind.