a seat is where i put my butt. i usually like it nice and comfortable, but every once in a while ill allow myself to sit on an uncomfortable seat. a seat can be anywhere- in my dorm or on the ground.
Seats are a neccessary part of life. If there were no places to sit, then people would be stuck standing all the time, and for people like me, who have bad knees, this would be very bad indeed. Everyone needs a seat every once in a while. What if we had to eat all our meals standing up? There would be food all over the floor.
Have you ever had to stand up on a bus? It sucks. And you can’t sit down ever. You’re stuck. Standing. Like some awkward freak because you have twenty something bags and you can’t just find a fucking seat. Thanks, America.
I sit in this old, cold seat. It hurts, even with the cushion on the top of it. Maybe it’s how much time I spend on it, in front of my computer. Whatever it is, I’m glad it’s here, or else I’d be standing.
I may be on the edge of my seat, but I’m not waiting. I know you’re out there somewhere, but there is a romance here, for me, and I cannot spend my life wishing on the oranges of horizons and the crimson on one rose. Single. Alone.
THERE was only one seat, and there were two of us. Who should take it? None of us seemed older or more in need of it than the other one. And we also seemed both in doubt.
The ShadowClan cats sat in the comfortable seats in the roller coaster car. Why warrior cats are on a roller coaster, we will never know. Except we will, and the reason is that the Shaman King of 2012 is your mom.
it’s red and flat, like a stuffed flag. Your mom is worrying about it, I think, but there is no lipstick on this particular chair. I guess she does not love this seat as much as she loves the rest of her Walmart living room tan and white set. It does not quite match, but it doesn’t matter. I like it here.
when he left the seat, it exploded. or rather, his place was lost, but he swore it was an old russian metaphor, mistranslated through a ukrainian friend who repeated it as if it were from her childhood
I’m placed here, lonely
Observing the world;
Observing the wall in front of me.
This world is blank,
but not without character.
This wall has seen everything I have
This wall has been here for me.
This wall has shared my loneliness,
all the nights I sit in this lonely seat
This world has been here for me.
there was a seat in the car that was wet, we couldnt sit down because we didnt want to get wet. we could only fit two people even though we all wanted to go.
he took a seat and examined the pencil. it was orange, an unhealthy kind. maybe the same as a carrot, but it was thinner. angular. it didn’t fit comfortably in his hand as it should. but these tests don’t write themselves, and he really had no choice but to use it.
behind the back seat
was 6 years of dreams
lining the bottom of your trunk
scraped, worn, destroyed
6 years of dreams
of MY dreams
you destroyed
decayed behind the back seat
you destroyed 6 years of me
Seated next to me a was lovely, rather busty girl with two piercings in her left nostril. I asked her. “What?” and she stared back blankly. Secretly, I knew she said nothing.
The chair was not very sturdy, though it did comfort me in a “Grandma’s house” sort of way. I sat in it and waited patiently for my name to be called, wondering, wishing for something that I internally knew would not come about
Have a seat. Can I offer you some tea? I have 17 different kinds of herbal tea and no one in my family even likes the stuff. They only drink coffee, spooned from a jar into a boiling cup of water.
The seats of an airplane are always so uncomfortable. But this is where I always do the most thinking. Soul searching. it is here above the world that i feel safe in these tiny seats to express my deep inner thoughts.
I sat on the seat on the seat I sat. I took a seat on the bus and noticed the grease stain on the window and sighed. I don’t think I’m cut out for this, I thought. Then I realized I had said the words silently under my breath.
Take a seat, relax. I can promise you’ll be here for a while. See, you’ve done something horribly wrong. And you deserve to be punished. Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon. And all you’ll remember is a terrible aversion to ever hurting him again. You may not realize what you’ve done, but you’ve hurt him and I love him and I will never forgive you. I don’t even know you. Take a seat, relax. I can promise that you’ll always remember the pain you made him feel as your own.
I was once sitting on a bus. There was a man on the bus who did not speak English, and my mother was afraid of him. She looked into his sad eyes as if he were leering at me, but really, he was trying to read my book over my shoulder. He was no t
Lights down. Audience hushes. Curtains up on a surly ruffian and his desperate maiden, unaware of her own purity and the liberty waiting just offstage for its queue.
i dissolve myself into the seat, turning myself into the very fabric that wraps around me. the airplane is cracking into shards, a mirror slipping through space and sky and forming into shards of jagged glass and burning metal.
I took the train,
but I didn’t know where I was going.
That was part of the adventure.
On the seat next to me lay a forgotten book,
lodged in between the crevasse and the wall.
Someone had lost it in their travels,
but I was happy for their loss,
because it kept me company on the ride.
It’s the simple things in life that keep you going.
i have already written about seat 3 times today. I AM NOT writing about it again. Got it? Good. Well, anywho. i have to go to the dentist….fun right?… No it’s not fun… BYE!
i just did seat, baloney. Baloney Poney.
might as well write whats on my mind
i need more words and more birds, they rhyme therefore connect on a molecular level.
airplane flying high and angels in the sky. makes me wish for summer and love and beauty and happiness and adulthood and confidence to look and feel beautiful.
The bottom of the seat is a lot hotter then she thought it was. SItting down was like sitting on a stovetop. She knew that no mater how hot it was she couldnt stand back up that was the horrible curse that was hell.
It fell from the sky. A theater seat, all fake red velvet toppling like someone had thrown it off a skyscraper. It crashed into the concrete bouncing with an angry shriek.
I sat quietly in my seat as I stared at the board. The class was loud and disturbing. I couldn’t think straight as the teacher tried to explain what the math equation is to the class but no one seemed to pay attention to what Mr. Right was saying. It was boring. My seat was rusted and about to break the table is horribly stain and there was graffiti written all over it in thick, black ink.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, draping herself the wrong way over the chair. Her dress slid aside, exposing the large rune high up on her hip. “So darling, what did you want to discuss?” She smirked as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes on her face.
Something you sit on, with your butt touching it. Can be comfy or wooden, inside or outside. People sit in different ways.. legs crossed, legs folded, Indian style, etc.
seat… this reminds me of when i was on the bus today heading back from gymnastics. people are very interesting when i comes to sitting down on buses. they always tend to make sure they are atleast one empty seat away from another. bus etiquitte is so awkward.
i want a seat, but bob the builder will not sell me one. i want one they have in the movie theaters… but i guess i will never get one so my hopes and my dreams are crushed anyways, i love seats… it does not matter what color, anything is fine. do you know my name? it’s steve… nah i am just playing with you :)
ok…… my time is up
bye
a seat is where i put my butt. i usually like it nice and comfortable, but every once in a while ill allow myself to sit on an uncomfortable seat. a seat can be anywhere- in my dorm or on the ground.
Seats are a neccessary part of life. If there were no places to sit, then people would be stuck standing all the time, and for people like me, who have bad knees, this would be very bad indeed. Everyone needs a seat every once in a while. What if we had to eat all our meals standing up? There would be food all over the floor.
Have you ever had to stand up on a bus? It sucks. And you can’t sit down ever. You’re stuck. Standing. Like some awkward freak because you have twenty something bags and you can’t just find a fucking seat. Thanks, America.
I sit in this old, cold seat. It hurts, even with the cushion on the top of it. Maybe it’s how much time I spend on it, in front of my computer. Whatever it is, I’m glad it’s here, or else I’d be standing.
to rise
I may be on the edge of my seat, but I’m not waiting. I know you’re out there somewhere, but there is a romance here, for me, and I cannot spend my life wishing on the oranges of horizons and the crimson on one rose. Single. Alone.
THERE was only one seat, and there were two of us. Who should take it? None of us seemed older or more in need of it than the other one. And we also seemed both in doubt.
The ShadowClan cats sat in the comfortable seats in the roller coaster car. Why warrior cats are on a roller coaster, we will never know. Except we will, and the reason is that the Shaman King of 2012 is your mom.
it’s red and flat, like a stuffed flag. Your mom is worrying about it, I think, but there is no lipstick on this particular chair. I guess she does not love this seat as much as she loves the rest of her Walmart living room tan and white set. It does not quite match, but it doesn’t matter. I like it here.
when he left the seat, it exploded. or rather, his place was lost, but he swore it was an old russian metaphor, mistranslated through a ukrainian friend who repeated it as if it were from her childhood
I’m placed here, lonely
Observing the world;
Observing the wall in front of me.
This world is blank,
but not without character.
This wall has seen everything I have
This wall has been here for me.
This wall has shared my loneliness,
all the nights I sit in this lonely seat
This world has been here for me.
there was a seat in the car that was wet, we couldnt sit down because we didnt want to get wet. we could only fit two people even though we all wanted to go.
he took a seat and examined the pencil. it was orange, an unhealthy kind. maybe the same as a carrot, but it was thinner. angular. it didn’t fit comfortably in his hand as it should. but these tests don’t write themselves, and he really had no choice but to use it.
it even smelled.
behind the back seat
was 6 years of dreams
lining the bottom of your trunk
scraped, worn, destroyed
6 years of dreams
of MY dreams
you destroyed
decayed behind the back seat
you destroyed 6 years of me
Seated next to me a was lovely, rather busty girl with two piercings in her left nostril. I asked her. “What?” and she stared back blankly. Secretly, I knew she said nothing.
The chair was not very sturdy, though it did comfort me in a “Grandma’s house” sort of way. I sat in it and waited patiently for my name to be called, wondering, wishing for something that I internally knew would not come about
I just wrote on this one! Ok fine.
Have a seat. Can I offer you some tea? I have 17 different kinds of herbal tea and no one in my family even likes the stuff. They only drink coffee, spooned from a jar into a boiling cup of water.
The seats of an airplane are always so uncomfortable. But this is where I always do the most thinking. Soul searching. it is here above the world that i feel safe in these tiny seats to express my deep inner thoughts.
Have a seat.
No.
Have a seat.
No.
Have a seat.
No.
Have a seat.
Okay.
I sat on the seat on the seat I sat. I took a seat on the bus and noticed the grease stain on the window and sighed. I don’t think I’m cut out for this, I thought. Then I realized I had said the words silently under my breath.
Take a seat, relax. I can promise you’ll be here for a while. See, you’ve done something horribly wrong. And you deserve to be punished. Don’t worry, it’ll all be over soon. And all you’ll remember is a terrible aversion to ever hurting him again. You may not realize what you’ve done, but you’ve hurt him and I love him and I will never forgive you. I don’t even know you. Take a seat, relax. I can promise that you’ll always remember the pain you made him feel as your own.
I was once sitting on a bus. There was a man on the bus who did not speak English, and my mother was afraid of him. She looked into his sad eyes as if he were leering at me, but really, he was trying to read my book over my shoulder. He was no t
Lights down. Audience hushes. Curtains up on a surly ruffian and his desperate maiden, unaware of her own purity and the liberty waiting just offstage for its queue.
i dissolve myself into the seat, turning myself into the very fabric that wraps around me. the airplane is cracking into shards, a mirror slipping through space and sky and forming into shards of jagged glass and burning metal.
she sat down in the seat and wondered to her self what did the guy next to her taste like?
From where I have sat, I’ve seen things.
I sat lonely in that seat. The seat that held so many memories of you, of me, of us; smiling happily together; breathing each-others breath.
I took the train,
but I didn’t know where I was going.
That was part of the adventure.
On the seat next to me lay a forgotten book,
lodged in between the crevasse and the wall.
Someone had lost it in their travels,
but I was happy for their loss,
because it kept me company on the ride.
It’s the simple things in life that keep you going.
i have already written about seat 3 times today. I AM NOT writing about it again. Got it? Good. Well, anywho. i have to go to the dentist….fun right?… No it’s not fun… BYE!
i just did seat, baloney. Baloney Poney.
might as well write whats on my mind
i need more words and more birds, they rhyme therefore connect on a molecular level.
airplane flying high and angels in the sky. makes me wish for summer and love and beauty and happiness and adulthood and confidence to look and feel beautiful.
The bottom of the seat is a lot hotter then she thought it was. SItting down was like sitting on a stovetop. She knew that no mater how hot it was she couldnt stand back up that was the horrible curse that was hell.
I fell down, luckily the bright, yellow plastic seat was below me. I had no one around as the wind blew the strong heat onto my pale face.
It fell from the sky. A theater seat, all fake red velvet toppling like someone had thrown it off a skyscraper. It crashed into the concrete bouncing with an angry shriek.
I sat quietly in my seat as I stared at the board. The class was loud and disturbing. I couldn’t think straight as the teacher tried to explain what the math equation is to the class but no one seemed to pay attention to what Mr. Right was saying. It was boring. My seat was rusted and about to break the table is horribly stain and there was graffiti written all over it in thick, black ink.
“Don’t mind if I do,” she said, draping herself the wrong way over the chair. Her dress slid aside, exposing the large rune high up on her hip. “So darling, what did you want to discuss?” She smirked as he visibly struggled to keep his eyes on her face.
Secure beneath me when the whole world spins and I can no longer support myself.
When my knees become weak and I fall down.
Something you sit on, with your butt touching it. Can be comfy or wooden, inside or outside. People sit in different ways.. legs crossed, legs folded, Indian style, etc.
seat… this reminds me of when i was on the bus today heading back from gymnastics. people are very interesting when i comes to sitting down on buses. they always tend to make sure they are atleast one empty seat away from another. bus etiquitte is so awkward.
i want a seat, but bob the builder will not sell me one. i want one they have in the movie theaters… but i guess i will never get one so my hopes and my dreams are crushed anyways, i love seats… it does not matter what color, anything is fine. do you know my name? it’s steve… nah i am just playing with you :)
ok…… my time is up
bye