I lean back and let the sun kiss my skin. A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I return to my original position. I look to my left and see the chair we kissed in. Oh how I remember that kiss so vividly…
your reflex is your intuition. your automatic response. it’s what you trust. it’s all you know. it’s what you should depend on. after all, sometimes there’s nothing else.
reflexs are helpful in sports, they need to be quick to be effective, you can develop them by doing quick weightlifts with heavy weights, also this word has an x in it… odd.
I didn’t even have to think about it – it just happened. I saw the plate drop, I saw my mother’s mouth fall open in horror – and my hand snapped out to catch it. Simple as that. I can’t explain the swiftness of my reaction, or even the skill with which I caught it, but it happened, purely reflex.
I don’t know what exactly set off my gag reflex — your cologne (is that CK One?); the faint slaughter-house smell of your newly renovated apartment; or the fact you just told me that you, a devout atheist and man of science, are joining a fanatical Christian church. In any case, I’m sorry about the carpeting.
I pulled my hand back instinctively, but a bead of blood already glistened darkly on my skin. Faceted eyes peered blindly from the darkness as I wrapped a linen strip around my palm.
i dont know what this word really means, i think it has to do with moving, or maybe flexibilaty? i dont know. it might be a math term too, im bad at math. ugh this is hard, i cant type. it says to finish my last sentence but im writing extra words MWHAHAHAHA.
The other day, I tried to test my own reflexes. It was successful. It has always been successful. I guess I’m just really sensitive in my knees. But that’s me. Oh well.
My reflexes were never great. Maybe that’s why I always got picked on as a kid. I would always hear someone yell ‘Four!’ and the next thing I knew, I was out cold like a rock.
when i walk down the street i see so many people going about their business. i look around and observe as they go about there day and wonder if any of them have ever been in a situation like i have or like i am in currently. i wonder why.
once upon a time there was a boy who had horrible reflexes. and he once fell because he couldn’t see the stairs. that doesn’t have much to do with reflexes. but whatever. anyways, he got made fun of. kids called him “slowpoke stan”, even though he really wasn’t named stan, and hahahhha. i just reset the timer! WIN! so. this boy got made fun of. so one day he went home and made a sandwich. but the knife which he used to spread his mayo fell. and he didn’t have fast enough reflexes, so he stabbed himself in the foot. oops! fin.
He’d heard a noise and grabbed the gun from beside the bed. The cold metal felt strange in his hand. It was Margaret who insisted they needed one. He hadn’t meant to pull the trigger; it was reflex. And now the boy lay dead at his feet, his warm rich blood pooling in the darkness.
Reflex that is what comes to mind when I have one minute to write something related to any given word. I cannot stop and think I have to act on reflex to try to make sense of the situation. That is not always easy!
Tense and feel it happen; that rush of adrenaline and you don’t control what happens, you just wait for the outcome. It’s instantaneous. Just wait and see.
So why don’t you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Buy time don’t lose it
The reflex is an only child he’s waiting in the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn’t that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark
stromboli de la facultad de la tierra que tenemos es nada es todo me encnata saber que no se nada y que quiero saber me encanta saber que estoy vivo pero no se vivir suerte y paciencia
It’s a reflex for my heart to jump into my throat when I see you. It’s a reflex for me to cry when I think of the pain I’ve felt. It’s a reflex to laugh at what’s funny, and it’s a reflex to cringe away from anything hurtful or unknown, because I’m too scared to expand my borders. I don’t know why this is, I guess it’s just the way that I am.
Slow reflexes I suppose…
Everyone has reflexes. Some better than others. I wish I had better reflexes. Reflex is a funny word. I wonder who came up with it. What is the root word? What language does it come from? How often is it used everyday?
idk, like youre reflexes. like when your best friend throws a giant brick at you (given theyre strong enough) and says, “think fast!” youd better think fast and have some pretty good reflexes. otherwise..uhoh.
reflexively cast away what was once important, because what’s now is simply and wonderfully beautiful. a boy fell asleep on my lap and a musical beat stuck in my head. i’ll stroke his hair and sing until i die, because it’s simply everything right now.
Lying is beginning to become a reflex for me. I can’t help myself. It just happens. Mostly to my parents, but sometimes to my friends as well. When will I be able to stop?
Relexes are things that our bodies do when they get hit by a truck, for example. I have many reflexes. For instance, when my girlfriend touches my feet it tickles. It is also tickelish for her when I lick her feet so I guess I am not alone in this world…. sorry about my englis…
my reflex when i saw the word reflex was to type something about reflex. so i am not going to and im going to tell you all that reflexes are just the bodys way of saying hey dont ever do that again k thanks.
The reflex that allowed me to let go of you
I didn’t pay attention
I didn’t follow what my brain told me to do
So I paid the price in the form of my heart
And you let go of me.
Reflex, like an automatic response, like the beat of a heart when I see you. The snatch of a mother’s hand out to a child about to cross a dangerous road. The instinct that says we Must, we must not Hesitate.
I lean back and let the sun kiss my skin. A sigh of relief escapes my lips and I return to my original position. I look to my left and see the chair we kissed in. Oh how I remember that kiss so vividly…
i have average reflexes. im making a cake dedicated to trent reznor considering it is his birthday today. its going to be awesome. reflexes. yeah.
your reflex is your intuition. your automatic response. it’s what you trust. it’s all you know. it’s what you should depend on. after all, sometimes there’s nothing else.
reflexs are helpful in sports, they need to be quick to be effective, you can develop them by doing quick weightlifts with heavy weights, also this word has an x in it… odd.
when I saw this word my mind put up a wall. i don’t know why, maybe it reminds me of being defensive
I didn’t even have to think about it – it just happened. I saw the plate drop, I saw my mother’s mouth fall open in horror – and my hand snapped out to catch it. Simple as that. I can’t explain the swiftness of my reaction, or even the skill with which I caught it, but it happened, purely reflex.
I don’t know what exactly set off my gag reflex — your cologne (is that CK One?); the faint slaughter-house smell of your newly renovated apartment; or the fact you just told me that you, a devout atheist and man of science, are joining a fanatical Christian church. In any case, I’m sorry about the carpeting.
I pulled my hand back instinctively, but a bead of blood already glistened darkly on my skin. Faceted eyes peered blindly from the darkness as I wrapped a linen strip around my palm.
In the end it all came down to this. Reflexes never lie. And my reflex was to push you away.
To do something without actually choosing to do so. An automatic response to something happening.
i dont know what this word really means, i think it has to do with moving, or maybe flexibilaty? i dont know. it might be a math term too, im bad at math. ugh this is hard, i cant type. it says to finish my last sentence but im writing extra words MWHAHAHAHA.
The other day, I tried to test my own reflexes. It was successful. It has always been successful. I guess I’m just really sensitive in my knees. But that’s me. Oh well.
My reflexes were never great. Maybe that’s why I always got picked on as a kid. I would always hear someone yell ‘Four!’ and the next thing I knew, I was out cold like a rock.
when i walk down the street i see so many people going about their business. i look around and observe as they go about there day and wonder if any of them have ever been in a situation like i have or like i am in currently. i wonder why.
still life forms fluidly, like branches crossing paths trying to breath, reflexively solid and seeking stability and other things that plants need…
Bring back whats left of my thinking becasue my thoughts have squeezed out and crippled my reflexes. I am sitting sstill putting
once upon a time there was a boy who had horrible reflexes. and he once fell because he couldn’t see the stairs. that doesn’t have much to do with reflexes. but whatever. anyways, he got made fun of. kids called him “slowpoke stan”, even though he really wasn’t named stan, and hahahhha. i just reset the timer! WIN! so. this boy got made fun of. so one day he went home and made a sandwich. but the knife which he used to spread his mayo fell. and he didn’t have fast enough reflexes, so he stabbed himself in the foot. oops! fin.
Looking at you is a reflex. Holding her quiet while she cries is a reflex. Smiling when I see the sky-that’s a reflex too.
He’d heard a noise and grabbed the gun from beside the bed. The cold metal felt strange in his hand. It was Margaret who insisted they needed one. He hadn’t meant to pull the trigger; it was reflex. And now the boy lay dead at his feet, his warm rich blood pooling in the darkness.
I am afarid to love you..it is a survivor reflex…
Reflex that is what comes to mind when I have one minute to write something related to any given word. I cannot stop and think I have to act on reflex to try to make sense of the situation. That is not always easy!
what is a reflex? an action that occurs without the full involvement of the actor.
Tense and feel it happen; that rush of adrenaline and you don’t control what happens, you just wait for the outcome. It’s instantaneous. Just wait and see.
So why don’t you use it?
Try not to bruise it
Buy time don’t lose it
The reflex is an only child he’s waiting in the park
The reflex is in charge of finding treasure in the dark
And watching over lucky clover isn’t that bizarre
Every little thing the reflex does
Leaves you answered with a question mark
Relex is a something that is not flexible and something, you want to be flexible. Love on the other hand is a reflex that is often taken advantage of.
stromboli de la facultad de la tierra que tenemos es nada es todo me encnata saber que no se nada y que quiero saber me encanta saber que estoy vivo pero no se vivir suerte y paciencia
nos vemos del otro lado
It’s a reflex for my heart to jump into my throat when I see you. It’s a reflex for me to cry when I think of the pain I’ve felt. It’s a reflex to laugh at what’s funny, and it’s a reflex to cringe away from anything hurtful or unknown, because I’m too scared to expand my borders. I don’t know why this is, I guess it’s just the way that I am.
Slow reflexes I suppose…
Everyone has reflexes. Some better than others. I wish I had better reflexes. Reflex is a funny word. I wonder who came up with it. What is the root word? What language does it come from? How often is it used everyday?
idk, like youre reflexes. like when your best friend throws a giant brick at you (given theyre strong enough) and says, “think fast!” youd better think fast and have some pretty good reflexes. otherwise..uhoh.
“Ow!” He cried, biting his lower lip to avoid cursing out loud. “What was that?”
“A reflex.” I shrugged my shoulders, innocently.
idk, like a reflex. when ur best friend throws a brick at you and says, “think fast!” you had better have good reflexes. otherwise…it would be bad.
reflexively cast away what was once important, because what’s now is simply and wonderfully beautiful. a boy fell asleep on my lap and a musical beat stuck in my head. i’ll stroke his hair and sing until i die, because it’s simply everything right now.
Lying is beginning to become a reflex for me. I can’t help myself. It just happens. Mostly to my parents, but sometimes to my friends as well. When will I be able to stop?
Relexes are things that our bodies do when they get hit by a truck, for example. I have many reflexes. For instance, when my girlfriend touches my feet it tickles. It is also tickelish for her when I lick her feet so I guess I am not alone in this world…. sorry about my englis…
i have good reflexes sometimes
my reflex when i saw the word reflex was to type something about reflex. so i am not going to and im going to tell you all that reflexes are just the bodys way of saying hey dont ever do that again k thanks.
The reflex that allowed me to let go of you
I didn’t pay attention
I didn’t follow what my brain told me to do
So I paid the price in the form of my heart
And you let go of me.
I don’t respond to most things quickly. I am very slow and methodical, or just slow.
Reflex, like an automatic response, like the beat of a heart when I see you. The snatch of a mother’s hand out to a child about to cross a dangerous road. The instinct that says we Must, we must not Hesitate.
i have decent reflexes. i like when i bust out the ninja reflexes randomly and then i feel bad ass. Sadly no one is there to see them :( Oh well.