Сцената е нещо много относително, да ви кажа, всеки си представя сцената на своя живот по различен начин, много при това. Интерпретациите ни са твърде различни за да бъдем еднакви, но същевременно всичко което те образуват създава наситеният цвят на света, който ни заобикаля.
A scene is what people can see. they judge what a scene is and how it will turn out. They assume what lead up to it and the outcome. Its an outward appearance.
It can distract people from what’s important and it can show them what is important.
one of the recent scenes so lucid to me
was the other night
when i heard that you were apparently doing everything in your will to avoid me
why do you that?
why do you make me feel unwanted?
can’t you feel for me?
this is an embarrassing scene?
Cut and fade to black… so ends this scene, the curtain falls upon our stage, and that is how it ends.
It doesn’t end, of course, no more than the story ends in the hearts and minds of people who walk out of the theater into the cold black of night, with the words and actions and memories of the characters whom they came to love in that brief time together still ringing in their ears and hearts and memories.
The scenes flashed past the window as the train relentlessly carried her toward her doom. First her beloved seaside scene gave way to intensely green trees and fields, populated by fat sheep, then the trees thickened into a wood and quite settled within the train. She waited.
Then she felt tense and her skin became clammy with fear as the trees gradually fell away to the reveal flat, red earth with rickety fences and underfed cattle. Her claustrophobia tightened. No water. Nothing green growing. Not even sand… just the hot, backed earth and sparse yellow grasses as far as the eye could see.
a place in a book or a movie where someone starts off in and that is like the main scene coz u got a main character so you can also have a main scene like somewhere that they are at all the time.
a place in a story a main place like the countyside or the city or a house kina like a main character but a main place basicly. Like when your reading a michael morpurgo book the scene is usually the countryside of somewhere with animals
There was a brisk scent in the fall scene. Walking through the crisp leaves. Head down, mind in the clouds. Where did these leaves come from? The may have come from my neighbors yard, or they could have come from everything in the ground, all of the insects, all of the dirt, all of the thousands of bones and dinosaurs and magma and crust and water and core and out through the other end back into the air when the wind finally breathes it into the place that it is now. Under your feet, as you crunch on millions and trillions of years in a single breath. It’s cold you think to yourself.
That was it. The breaking point of her life. A scene that will forever be engraved in her memory. Nothing else to do but to end it there. No will to move. No life to fight for. Nothing.
“Cut”! The director leans back in his worn studio chair. “This scene is essential to the whole play. More oomph, passion. I want to be swept away. Sam, give it to me again”.
a local scene is encouraged to be part of. We find many things contribute to it. Music, culture, fashion, art. Its a culmination and outward expression of our inward desires. Manifest for the world to see in a collective abnormality. I for one should commit to belonging to a scene perhaps, but I don’t think I could make up my mind if I tried.
Imagine if you will, me winning the lotto. The absolute heaven experience. I have all 6 balls. My big Yes singing over the roof tops. My dream flat, already I can see lots of space. I leave my old flat behind thanking her for my experiences.
He vomited. When you start a life such as his, you know you will see something grotesque. Something that will never leave you. You live your life preparing for that moment, when you see something that will change you irrevocably. Nothing could prepare him for this. He vomited again.
i remember once what it was like to be happy. the most beautiful scene. all of these things… i would trade them for happiness. or maybe i should be with someone who allows for things and happiness? who the fuck knows
once upon a time, i wanted to be a scene kid. they had cool hair, pretty faces and everyone liked them. well, when i tried to dress up like that…it didn’t work. it actually backfired, to be honest. and i got made fun of. and no one liked me anymore. and i was confused. and i guess that’s when i realized that you just have to be yourself. idk. you can’t change.
Scene as in scenery? Scene from a movie or scene as in landscape? What does this one word mean. It could mean anything. It could mean everything. Cut scene. What scene?
I was the first on the scene. It was becoming uneerily familiar – the body arranged in the same way, the crucifix nearby, pointing at the head of the victim, and the pile of rocks by the feet. It was scary, in that it seemed to be a message to me personally.
The screen tipped slowly to the left and Beatrice gasped [ out of character! ]. It didn’t seem right because why would a grapefruit be gasping when Penny Pig had only asked her if she were going to the Birthday Party for Farmer Bill? Beatrice the Grapefruit did an odd little dance and casually put a hand on the screen; Farmer Bill’s barn would not fall down today.
The scene from my room is not very beautiful but pleasant. One can actually see the metro going and people running everywhere to catch their respective buses and way of transportation. At the same time one can see different shades of the sky,sometimes I actually think that have we become so busy in our lives that we have totally forgotten the real scene of nature?
When it told you,you should stand up for what and who you believe in that didn’t mean you should run out and rent a big bird custom and parade around town screaming Obama ! Stop making a scene!!!!
It was something I had never seen before. In an entranced state, I imagined the view before my eyes had been lifted from the pages of a picture story book which lay dusted in the corner of my room. It was a magical scene to behold.
reminds me of people who act crazy in public… and make one. They do this for attention, to be “cool” to be “popular”…. to be liked. Its something in a movie, everyone wants to be like there in the movies.
As I see the actors, and the cameras, I’ll I think about it what scene is next. What is in store for the next scene? You will never know you just gotta stop thinking about the future and keep in the past and do what you know. Thats my motto.
love was on the scene, betrayal was in the air, and sex poisoned our water supply. inhabitants of the sliver of land between absolute wrong and absolute right.
there was a scene where this guys walks into a bar and starts telling a joke but he forgot how the joke goes so he starts making up things like telling people that he was born in a zoo…
He told her not to make a scene,
that everything would be okay.
But what he didn’t know
is that her world was falling apart.
Without him in her life,
she felt nothing.
The words were scathing, ripping at my already tattered emotional state. “We wouldn’t want to ruin this pretty little scene, would we?”
“You know damn well I wouldn’t bat an eye at ruining this,” I managed through gritted teeth, fighting back tears. My hands trembled, terrifying me. The scene he was referring to was far more grisly than anyone had hinted before I was ushered into this room.
The scene was set.
She put out candles, the yankee kind.
She ruffled her hair and pulled on her black underwear, lacy for how racy she was feeling.
She knew that this wasn’t the type of thing that she normally did.
But she needed a good fuck.
“R.I.P. the scene” the graffiti read
i looked at it for a while and wondered what kind of inside joke i was on the outside of. two years later i walked down the same ally and it was still there. true story.
It was one of those scenes that I never really cared for. I didn’t fit in with them at all, really. Their music didn’t mesh with my tastes, but one by one I watched my friends shift to the dark side. I was familiar with the people there, and the things they participated in. I watched from a mile away, feeling the distance spring up. You never really knew how some of those people would act, stoned as they were.
Сцената е нещо много относително, да ви кажа, всеки си представя сцената на своя живот по различен начин, много при това. Интерпретациите ни са твърде различни за да бъдем еднакви, но същевременно всичко което те образуват създава наситеният цвят на света, който ни заобикаля.
A scene is what people can see. they judge what a scene is and how it will turn out. They assume what lead up to it and the outcome. Its an outward appearance.
It can distract people from what’s important and it can show them what is important.
one of the recent scenes so lucid to me
was the other night
when i heard that you were apparently doing everything in your will to avoid me
why do you that?
why do you make me feel unwanted?
can’t you feel for me?
this is an embarrassing scene?
Cut and fade to black… so ends this scene, the curtain falls upon our stage, and that is how it ends.
It doesn’t end, of course, no more than the story ends in the hearts and minds of people who walk out of the theater into the cold black of night, with the words and actions and memories of the characters whom they came to love in that brief time together still ringing in their ears and hearts and memories.
I will always love you.
(scene)
The scenes flashed past the window as the train relentlessly carried her toward her doom. First her beloved seaside scene gave way to intensely green trees and fields, populated by fat sheep, then the trees thickened into a wood and quite settled within the train. She waited.
Then she felt tense and her skin became clammy with fear as the trees gradually fell away to the reveal flat, red earth with rickety fences and underfed cattle. Her claustrophobia tightened. No water. Nothing green growing. Not even sand… just the hot, backed earth and sparse yellow grasses as far as the eye could see.
She began to cry quietly.
A cold, small room with walls sparse. One table, one bed with a bronze frame that is most likely creaky. An eerie silence that stems from only comfort
a place in a book or a movie where someone starts off in and that is like the main scene coz u got a main character so you can also have a main scene like somewhere that they are at all the time.
a place in a story a main place like the countyside or the city or a house kina like a main character but a main place basicly. Like when your reading a michael morpurgo book the scene is usually the countryside of somewhere with animals
There was a brisk scent in the fall scene. Walking through the crisp leaves. Head down, mind in the clouds. Where did these leaves come from? The may have come from my neighbors yard, or they could have come from everything in the ground, all of the insects, all of the dirt, all of the thousands of bones and dinosaurs and magma and crust and water and core and out through the other end back into the air when the wind finally breathes it into the place that it is now. Under your feet, as you crunch on millions and trillions of years in a single breath. It’s cold you think to yourself.
A place in a movie. A desert or beach. With sand as far as the eye can see. A moment in time captured in a far location. Paris, Tokyo, Mars…
That was it. The breaking point of her life. A scene that will forever be engraved in her memory. Nothing else to do but to end it there. No will to move. No life to fight for. Nothing.
“Cut”! The director leans back in his worn studio chair. “This scene is essential to the whole play. More oomph, passion. I want to be swept away. Sam, give it to me again”.
a local scene is encouraged to be part of. We find many things contribute to it. Music, culture, fashion, art. Its a culmination and outward expression of our inward desires. Manifest for the world to see in a collective abnormality. I for one should commit to belonging to a scene perhaps, but I don’t think I could make up my mind if I tried.
Imagine if you will, me winning the lotto. The absolute heaven experience. I have all 6 balls. My big Yes singing over the roof tops. My dream flat, already I can see lots of space. I leave my old flat behind thanking her for my experiences.
He vomited. When you start a life such as his, you know you will see something grotesque. Something that will never leave you. You live your life preparing for that moment, when you see something that will change you irrevocably. Nothing could prepare him for this. He vomited again.
help
if i saw any of my friends in this state i would scream at them YOU ARE TOO GOOD FOR THIS GET OUT OF THE CAR. GET OUT.
and here i sit
for half an hour
beautiful at 24 crying my eyes out on a friday night.
FUCK OFF he yelled. thank you unraveling me. you do such a good job of causing me to second guess myself.
i reworked my entire life for you.
what am i doing?
get out of the car
i remember once what it was like to be happy. the most beautiful scene. all of these things… i would trade them for happiness. or maybe i should be with someone who allows for things and happiness? who the fuck knows
scene, seen, screen, scream, cream, dream, gleam. steam, team, ream, deem, mean, teen, lean,
set the scene, press record. cut, direct, press record again. finish, wrap up filming. edit, tweak, edit, add sound, fix video, finish. now wait.
He looked at the scene laid out before him, not understanding what to do.
He had been in this position before, but still had no idea.
once upon a time, i wanted to be a scene kid. they had cool hair, pretty faces and everyone liked them. well, when i tried to dress up like that…it didn’t work. it actually backfired, to be honest. and i got made fun of. and no one liked me anymore. and i was confused. and i guess that’s when i realized that you just have to be yourself. idk. you can’t change.
Scene as in scenery? Scene from a movie or scene as in landscape? What does this one word mean. It could mean anything. It could mean everything. Cut scene. What scene?
I was the first on the scene. It was becoming uneerily familiar – the body arranged in the same way, the crucifix nearby, pointing at the head of the victim, and the pile of rocks by the feet. It was scary, in that it seemed to be a message to me personally.
The screen tipped slowly to the left and Beatrice gasped [ out of character! ]. It didn’t seem right because why would a grapefruit be gasping when Penny Pig had only asked her if she were going to the Birthday Party for Farmer Bill? Beatrice the Grapefruit did an odd little dance and casually put a hand on the screen; Farmer Bill’s barn would not fall down today.
The scene from my room is not very beautiful but pleasant. One can actually see the metro going and people running everywhere to catch their respective buses and way of transportation. At the same time one can see different shades of the sky,sometimes I actually think that have we become so busy in our lives that we have totally forgotten the real scene of nature?
When it told you,you should stand up for what and who you believe in that didn’t mean you should run out and rent a big bird custom and parade around town screaming Obama ! Stop making a scene!!!!
It was something I had never seen before. In an entranced state, I imagined the view before my eyes had been lifted from the pages of a picture story book which lay dusted in the corner of my room. It was a magical scene to behold.
reminds me of people who act crazy in public… and make one. They do this for attention, to be “cool” to be “popular”…. to be liked. Its something in a movie, everyone wants to be like there in the movies.
As I see the actors, and the cameras, I’ll I think about it what scene is next. What is in store for the next scene? You will never know you just gotta stop thinking about the future and keep in the past and do what you know. Thats my motto.
Picture a scene,
pick your own scene
of the righteous,
the riveting,
the existentially obscene.
love was on the scene, betrayal was in the air, and sex poisoned our water supply. inhabitants of the sliver of land between absolute wrong and absolute right.
there was a scene where this guys walks into a bar and starts telling a joke but he forgot how the joke goes so he starts making up things like telling people that he was born in a zoo…
He told her not to make a scene,
that everything would be okay.
But what he didn’t know
is that her world was falling apart.
Without him in her life,
she felt nothing.
A scene is something in a movie. Usually just separating and making certain events easier to organize and understand.
The words were scathing, ripping at my already tattered emotional state. “We wouldn’t want to ruin this pretty little scene, would we?”
“You know damn well I wouldn’t bat an eye at ruining this,” I managed through gritted teeth, fighting back tears. My hands trembled, terrifying me. The scene he was referring to was far more grisly than anyone had hinted before I was ushered into this room.
The scene was set.
She put out candles, the yankee kind.
She ruffled her hair and pulled on her black underwear, lacy for how racy she was feeling.
She knew that this wasn’t the type of thing that she normally did.
But she needed a good fuck.
“R.I.P. the scene” the graffiti read
i looked at it for a while and wondered what kind of inside joke i was on the outside of. two years later i walked down the same ally and it was still there. true story.
I’ve seen the scene – so obscene, yet so clean, – the smile that gleans.
It was one of those scenes that I never really cared for. I didn’t fit in with them at all, really. Their music didn’t mesh with my tastes, but one by one I watched my friends shift to the dark side. I was familiar with the people there, and the things they participated in. I watched from a mile away, feeling the distance spring up. You never really knew how some of those people would act, stoned as they were.
“Don’t make a scene, dear,” he said, his voice equal parts worried and condescending. “What will the neighbors think?”