I wish I could do life in shorthand…not always taking the long way around a learning…finding peace in short, quick ways, learning love without the long, gravelly road. God doesn’t seem to do shorthand, so maybe neither
hands. short cuts. language turned into code and colours that few eyes can interpret. trying in vain to capture words as they rush from a mouth and dissolve in the air between lips and page. stubby fingers. children. small gaps and grubby thumbprints.
I take notes of days, trace them in air, learn some of my heart. Shorthand scribbles that will never be transcribed into anything more than day doodles: ‘listen, I was here. Here’s what I saw. ‘
Shorthand reminds me of shotgun of weddings of lacy white twirling bliss shorthand reminds me of small hands of dead hands of hands curled around my hand shorthand reminds me of short people of the angle of elevation of the difference a few centimeters can make.
If I am shorthanded I need some help. I need someone to help med to do something. Perhaps I need to put a painting on the wall and I need to hold it at the same time that I watch.
Whenever I see the letters “ily” when I read the word “silly”, or “happily”, I am reminded of the notes he passed to me in English class. The ones he folded into tight little squares and tucked into my locker. “I love you” – that is what “ily” is to me. Strangely, he never dotted his “i”s. I loved that about him.
He’d never had good handwriting. It was pretty much understood that if he’d written anything, you either understood it or gave up half way. It was like deciphering a code, a cypher, and sometimes, John just said “sod it all” and made up the grocery list mentally.
Of course, it didn’t help that all of Sherlock’s notes were written in Da Vinci shorthand. But that was besides the point.
Her short hand writing was, in a word, illegible. “Who taught you how to write?” he asked accusingly. “I did” she said proudly. And the conversation ended there.
I try to decipher the alphabets you put together to explain yourself in delicate, sweet words. I read sentence after sentence but really all I see is shorthand for “I am leaving you.”
On shorthand notice I needed to write a text on an academical topic with sources from the internet or from books. I don’t know what academical topic I have to write about. I never know such things, it is really difficult for me to think about a topic I can write about.
My hand writing is pretty good but I never did learn short hand. I hate typing, preferring a notebook to a Mac book. This in turn proves problematic when taking quick notes in class.
Is it fine to be recognised and praised my words? Accepting and believing flattery is shorthand for you becoming their slave. It leaves you waiting for them to recognise the next backflip, the next spontaneous combusion, the next heartthumping moment you wrench from your soul to expand their universe. People always want something new, they want to be secuded, bribed, rewarded all the time, and they forget. It gets tedious to have an audience. Go, live in that flat land where you read words on the screen, and leave me alone.
Typing in the shorthand is an art in itself. Having said that i really do not know what shoe\rthand really means and how do you do it. But since i do not know it, it has to be difficult !
Shorthanded, the team went into the final game. Poor Roy Mickson was still out with the terrible groin injury that left him unconscious in the field, and left an entire crowd disgusted and amazed. The team won the game, but that’s not the real story here.
Why is it that there isn’t enough of me to accomplish everything I need to do on any given day? I’d have one of me to spend at least six hours at the gym. One other me to work at least 8 hours a day, 6 days a week. Another me would spend his entire day writing, eating, drinking coffee and getting drunk. While the last me would spend his day reading and getting ahead in school.
They’re not very good for tying knots in thread, or weaving hemp. But that’s okay. My letters are more delicate and small than other letters. They’re like sprinkles. Crystal.
I make messes. I spill.
my words it seems, are always shorthanded in comparison to my thoughts, what I meant to say and what I want to say and what I need to say. needless to say, I never get the last word.
a man once had a shorthand. It was so short in fact that he was forced to to use his left hand though he was no a lefty. It came in handy having a short hand only when he hand a need to scratch places not so far from the end of his short hand.
short hand is a technique to write things in short form. This helps to save time. People especially with secretarial practice use tthis. We also require training for the same. This requires heavy efficiency and awesome skills.
Nancy came into the office and sat down. Mr Purvis (pervy Purvis they called him) looked over his glasses at her and pointedly stared at her skirt. “You do know how to take notes in shorthand don’t you?” he asked.
I write your name in short hand I don’t need to see the long words to see the meaning in your name you say you’re the ice you say I’m the flame ice and flame ice and flame shame it’s a shame to see the cursive drawn out in old love letters isn’t it better isn’t it better when we understand our shorthand the glance the looks aside from me. I used to get all the meanings of your shorthand no one else can can see what we mean in the passing of a common phrase that means something so old and it’s days and days before I realize that our ordinary conversation’s just shorthand to everyone else
there’s not much to do but there is, hands hitting skin, hands hitting walls, curved-in and blasted-through. can’t see can’t see can’t see and –
shorthanded, can feel the way his heart beats, races, i feel you i feel you i feel you:
we shouldn’t’ve done this. walls and walls and walls, his body between yours, pressing
in hockey one of the biggest fears of every player is to be shorthanded. having one less man on the ice can be a nightmare. without that one person… the whole momentum of the game could be shifted.
being shorthanded can literally create such an impact, that it could never be revoked.
Shorthand script. The most helpful thing ever in my college classes.The only problem is, I can’t read it later. I think I need to invest in a small computer to carry to classes with me to take notes. One that doesn’t have internet. Shorthand is a great invention, I just need to write better, or use technology to my advantage. Hmmm…I still need to pick up my laundry, or does that say I need to tick off Landon…eh, no one likes Landon anyway. I don’t have messy handwriting, I just have my very own creative font! I wonder if my teachers use shorthand…I can’t read their handwriting, can they read their own? Is there any human out there that can actually read their own handwriting? I would like to meet them. @TheClassyKat
The word is pretty in itself. We must not think when given a word we expel and squeeze the beauty out of it, ringing every last flower and sun beam from it to appear as equal among the worders on OneWord, there are times when a word holds a beauty that even Keats could not bosom any more than it is. Shorthand.
I have a short hand.
Writing in shorthand.
Little kids have short hands.
A good person in the office knows shorthand.
Shorthand can be learned in school.
Shorthand, a lesson I never bothered to learn. Kind of like praying. That said, I’m about to listen to a record and take notes. But instead of pen to paper, this shit is going to be done by typing. And I happen to do that pretty fast, mostly. Depends on the mood. Too bad I’ve been tired lately.
Each time I sit and see he words – if you can even call them that – I can feel the tingle of sweat on my brow. His handwriting, or shorthand for the visually impaired as I prefer to call it, is so illegible that it takes all effort to focus on the words
Don’t let me be shorthanded, i can live on the bare minimum and be as happy as i can be but if i’m short handed after that, joyful may be hard to be.
I wish I could do life in shorthand…not always taking the long way around a learning…finding peace in short, quick ways, learning love without the long, gravelly road. God doesn’t seem to do shorthand, so maybe neither
shorthand is a type of writing exercise. Although I am not much of an Einstein on the subject.
hands. short cuts. language turned into code and colours that few eyes can interpret. trying in vain to capture words as they rush from a mouth and dissolve in the air between lips and page. stubby fingers. children. small gaps and grubby thumbprints.
I take notes of days, trace them in air, learn some of my heart. Shorthand scribbles that will never be transcribed into anything more than day doodles: ‘listen, I was here. Here’s what I saw. ‘
Shorthand reminds me of shotgun of weddings of lacy white twirling bliss shorthand reminds me of small hands of dead hands of hands curled around my hand shorthand reminds me of short people of the angle of elevation of the difference a few centimeters can make.
If I am shorthanded I need some help. I need someone to help med to do something. Perhaps I need to put a painting on the wall and I need to hold it at the same time that I watch.
Whenever I see the letters “ily” when I read the word “silly”, or “happily”, I am reminded of the notes he passed to me in English class. The ones he folded into tight little squares and tucked into my locker. “I love you” – that is what “ily” is to me. Strangely, he never dotted his “i”s. I loved that about him.
He’d never had good handwriting. It was pretty much understood that if he’d written anything, you either understood it or gave up half way. It was like deciphering a code, a cypher, and sometimes, John just said “sod it all” and made up the grocery list mentally.
Of course, it didn’t help that all of Sherlock’s notes were written in Da Vinci shorthand. But that was besides the point.
Time and Time I wonder if I was left behind in life if everything for me is shorthand. I lack so much that I need and want but can’t have.
short arms too. stubby fingers to match. but nevermind – you have a pretty smile!
Taking notes. No time to do properly. just quick. Abreviate wrds.
Her short hand writing was, in a word, illegible. “Who taught you how to write?” he asked accusingly. “I did” she said proudly. And the conversation ended there.
I try to decipher the alphabets you put together to explain yourself in delicate, sweet words. I read sentence after sentence but really all I see is shorthand for “I am leaving you.”
On shorthand notice I needed to write a text on an academical topic with sources from the internet or from books. I don’t know what academical topic I have to write about. I never know such things, it is really difficult for me to think about a topic I can write about.
the speaker kept talking and she kept writing. everything was so important that at the end her shorthand wasn’t short at all.
My hand writing is pretty good but I never did learn short hand. I hate typing, preferring a notebook to a Mac book. This in turn proves problematic when taking quick notes in class.
the method of letter by means of special signs and whole series of reductions, that gives the possibility to rapidly write the spoken language
Is it fine to be recognised and praised my words? Accepting and believing flattery is shorthand for you becoming their slave. It leaves you waiting for them to recognise the next backflip, the next spontaneous combusion, the next heartthumping moment you wrench from your soul to expand their universe. People always want something new, they want to be secuded, bribed, rewarded all the time, and they forget. It gets tedious to have an audience. Go, live in that flat land where you read words on the screen, and leave me alone.
Typing in the shorthand is an art in itself. Having said that i really do not know what shoe\rthand really means and how do you do it. But since i do not know it, it has to be difficult !
Shorthanded, the team went into the final game. Poor Roy Mickson was still out with the terrible groin injury that left him unconscious in the field, and left an entire crowd disgusted and amazed. The team won the game, but that’s not the real story here.
Scribble it how you want. Take all the time you need. Really, it’s three words.
Why is it that there isn’t enough of me to accomplish everything I need to do on any given day? I’d have one of me to spend at least six hours at the gym. One other me to work at least 8 hours a day, 6 days a week. Another me would spend his entire day writing, eating, drinking coffee and getting drunk. While the last me would spend his day reading and getting ahead in school.
They’re not very good for tying knots in thread, or weaving hemp. But that’s okay. My letters are more delicate and small than other letters. They’re like sprinkles. Crystal.
I make messes. I spill.
my words it seems, are always shorthanded in comparison to my thoughts, what I meant to say and what I want to say and what I need to say. needless to say, I never get the last word.
a man once had a shorthand. It was so short in fact that he was forced to to use his left hand though he was no a lefty. It came in handy having a short hand only when he hand a need to scratch places not so far from the end of his short hand.
short hand is a technique to write things in short form. This helps to save time. People especially with secretarial practice use tthis. We also require training for the same. This requires heavy efficiency and awesome skills.
Nancy came into the office and sat down. Mr Purvis (pervy Purvis they called him) looked over his glasses at her and pointedly stared at her skirt. “You do know how to take notes in shorthand don’t you?” he asked.
is it solely selfish thinking that leads me to believe i am always left with the shorthand?
I write your name in short hand I don’t need to see the long words to see the meaning in your name you say you’re the ice you say I’m the flame ice and flame ice and flame shame it’s a shame to see the cursive drawn out in old love letters isn’t it better isn’t it better when we understand our shorthand the glance the looks aside from me. I used to get all the meanings of your shorthand no one else can can see what we mean in the passing of a common phrase that means something so old and it’s days and days before I realize that our ordinary conversation’s just shorthand to everyone else
its it solely selfish thinking that leads me to believe i constantly am left with the shorthand?
meh meh meh meh meh meh . heh heh heh. short stubby fingers. tiny hand. mwahahahaha
there’s not much to do but there is, hands hitting skin, hands hitting walls, curved-in and blasted-through. can’t see can’t see can’t see and –
shorthanded, can feel the way his heart beats, races, i feel you i feel you i feel you:
we shouldn’t’ve done this. walls and walls and walls, his body between yours, pressing
cough
cough
shorthand
in hockey one of the biggest fears of every player is to be shorthanded. having one less man on the ice can be a nightmare. without that one person… the whole momentum of the game could be shifted.
being shorthanded can literally create such an impact, that it could never be revoked.
Shorthand script. The most helpful thing ever in my college classes.The only problem is, I can’t read it later. I think I need to invest in a small computer to carry to classes with me to take notes. One that doesn’t have internet. Shorthand is a great invention, I just need to write better, or use technology to my advantage. Hmmm…I still need to pick up my laundry, or does that say I need to tick off Landon…eh, no one likes Landon anyway. I don’t have messy handwriting, I just have my very own creative font! I wonder if my teachers use shorthand…I can’t read their handwriting, can they read their own? Is there any human out there that can actually read their own handwriting? I would like to meet them. @TheClassyKat
The word is pretty in itself. We must not think when given a word we expel and squeeze the beauty out of it, ringing every last flower and sun beam from it to appear as equal among the worders on OneWord, there are times when a word holds a beauty that even Keats could not bosom any more than it is. Shorthand.
I have a short hand.
Writing in shorthand.
Little kids have short hands.
A good person in the office knows shorthand.
Shorthand can be learned in school.
Shorthand, a lesson I never bothered to learn. Kind of like praying. That said, I’m about to listen to a record and take notes. But instead of pen to paper, this shit is going to be done by typing. And I happen to do that pretty fast, mostly. Depends on the mood. Too bad I’ve been tired lately.
Each time I sit and see he words – if you can even call them that – I can feel the tingle of sweat on my brow. His handwriting, or shorthand for the visually impaired as I prefer to call it, is so illegible that it takes all effort to focus on the words