Look at a problem; look inside. There it is: your solution. Think, consider, ponder, and do everything you can just to find it. It’s hiding, just waiting for you. But where? Is it near or is it far? Just find it.
A solution is a means to a problem. The Nazi’s liked to link it to the word ‘final’ to orchestrate the devious plans they had in store for the Jewish race. Not that those two points are related in any fashion, I’m not anti semetic, I swear.
She looks at the box, the edges trimmed with lace and the smooth, heart-imprinted sides.
“Well of course,” she says to herself, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. “Uncle said their HAD to be a solution. So of course there must be one. He would not give me this otherwise.”
There was no solution. My head was pounding from thinking about my predicament for so long, and I wanted to give up. But I couldn’t! I couldn’t give up. Too many people would die if I gave up, and I can’t have that on my conscience. Do I sacrifice myself for them? Will I die so they live? Or will I live to save only a few?
Shh, do you hear that? The sound, like that of a beating drum, was just my heart trying to jump out of my skin. I put all of my trust and faith in him, and leave it to him to pull something shallow like this. But I really don’t feel down about it, just disappointed. I guess I’m just too callused from this kind of thing anymore.
There are solutions everywere, I guess. I mean, we’re all looking for one, right? So they must be everywhere. It’s funny, because if they’re so abundant, then why does it seem so impossible to find them? I’m looking for a solution, but I don’t know what the question is, and I don’t see any problems. I’m searching, and so is everyone else.
There is a point in time where all that envelops you is the process behind the question. The solution is no longer important; the “why” of the situation washes over you in waves, bathing you with should be’s, would be’s, can and could be’s. I light a cigarette and take a heavy drag, relishing the searing smoke that rushes down my throat. The nicotine is intoxicating. The tar coats my lungs, and I wonder why it is that I never stare straight forward when thinking. I focus on a point not actually there, staring through the street lights and trees at an object that is purely a construct of my own reality as if creating an answer is enough. It never is. The body sits, but my mind soars into minute cavities, sifting through the dormant thoughts rotting away in alleys littered with discarded ideas, hoping to come across one that fits. “Rubbish,” I think. “It’s all trash.”
The setting sun is unavoidable. I finish my cigarette with the advent of darkening skies and conveniently nick myself on a broken thought. It’s name is Alexandra, and I smile, and bleed, and the blood is gushing as I cradle my hand with my lips and whisper her name into my fingers when the prayer goes unheeded. And the blood continues to flow thickly.
I gag on the taste, but it is bittersweet, and I do not want to forget. I cannot forget. It is a sticky sense of fear that oozes down my back and clamps into my gut, and the attempt to scrape it off, futile. So I sit and wait for it to pass, and it refuses. What better refuge for the demons of attachment than within the origins of them? I wish to eat myself, to swallow my being whole and disappear into myself, to erase myself from myself and become whole, or a hole. I cannot decide which would be preferable, and am too cowardly to act upon my desires. So I sit, and wait, and let the ache consume me until it is all that remains. I have found my solution.
without coming up with a plan to write about a situation that has been brought upon me. I have decided to salute this gesture and complete the task given, and with due diligence I will explain the rectification of the given issue. Soul is something only given to individuals, not clans or packs.
there was a problem and now there is not. Like the first star to come out at night, it shines EUREKA the anticipation and the sweat and the procrastinating hours are over – I’ve got it – Done.
Pacing writing equations on the walls and crevice of my thoughts inside my head… living in a daydream that is a mixture of an illusion …. trying to find the inner solution.
One would think to solve a problem, you would need to find a solution. What if the solution was worse than the problem itself? How would you reconcile the choice you will inevidably need to make to resolve your problem? Ignore the issue entirely? Would that result in catastrophic consequences and hurt others? Or would the solution only hurt yourself?
I really don’t know what to do to end this. Maybe because I don’t know what “this” is. I just woke up one day, and everything was different. No one recognized me. It’s like I was a stranger in my own house. I went to a psychic, she said that my aura had shifted, whatever that means.
Your mind is being consumed every part of the day, and you still cannot figure out what it is. Information is barely getting through to you. Nothing else matters. Beats of your distraught heart are deafening in your ears. Every scenario has been contemplated and yet you are not prepared for what is about to happen. You look the judge dead on and speak confidently, “I do confess that I-
“I know just what you should do,” he said, pounding the table.
“But I haven’t finished telling you the problem,” she was exasperated, usually his “solutions” weren’t going to fix the problems he thought she had, nevermind the real ones he didn’t have the patience to have explained to him.
“Don’t need to hear it!” he said. “I know what you need to do!”
He almost had a panic attack when he saw the test results. How could have he failed! He had studied. Dammit, he had been away from Arya so she wouldn’t distract him and he still didn’t pass the exam. Now what? Ned would think he’s a failure. He shouldn’t have even enrolled to college.
When I was stuck in the middle of the ocean I chose to float on my back to stay atop of the surface. This worked for a long time until a shark came. Next, I decided to punch the shark in the nose knowing they hate that. Boom! This is my solution to staying alive…in the middle of a very, very boring class.
I have a solution to all your problems. Okay, maybe I don’t, but still! I have a solution to ONE problem that you may have… Well okay you probably WON’T have it but that’s besides the point! My solution involves the problem of you, being a bastard. Now if I know you, you probably aren’t a bastard, but if I do know you and you are one, I have the solution.
There was no solution to the problem that had plagued the world for years. That much had become apparent in recent times. People resisted change, even change that served only to save lives.
But perhaps we don’t need a solution. Maybe memories of a better life are better than living the life itself.
Here, I’m giving you a solution to your demand. I mean, you ask me to write something in 60 seconds without thinking about it, but eventually i’ll have to think and write something! THATS A SOLUTION. Well this is rather interesting cause it’s not gonna make any sense anyway! This is the solution to all questions ! HAHA NOT.
The solution is what you need when you have a problem. Sounds simple, is difficult, How can such a small sober word express so much difficulty for most people? It’s not like we just scream Heuraka, leave the bathtub and it’s done.
Sometimes there is no solution to things. Sometimes you just have to sit and wait it out. There are instances were there is just absolutely nothing you can do and you feel so powerless and helpless. I guess the solution then is to just pick yourself up and be strong and patient,
I don’t have a solution to anything anymore to be honest. My life is flashing before my eyes. Am I still alive? Dead? Maybe I’m dreaming. I guess I won’t know until I wake up. What an adventure.
solution is the solution to problem, Everybody needs some kind of solution to the all the hardship they get. However, the solution can be very good and bad. Good, because the solution leads to the expected end, bad because it does not. Sometimes, however, the ends that you did not expect can be better solution
Solutions? What solutions? Some things you just have no control over. Sometimes, the solution is just to duck under the big, crashing, foamy, tidal wave, and wait it out, while crossing your fingers that you will make it out ALIVE.
Your smile was the solution to my bad days
your laugh was the solution to my frown
your eyes were the solution to my tears
your hand were the solution to my scars
and you, were the solution to my life
for your contacts. there is always a solution to your problems you have to keep beliving in yourself and everything will go as god plans. the solution to every problem is normally right infront of your face.
My solution for the problem was to seek help. But I didn’t know who to ask. My mom was busy, my dad was never much help, and my friends were sleeping. I decided to ask my cat. I looked deep into her eyes.
How simple it could have been, if only he had seen the facts. Wasn’t much there to begin with, but at least he could tap himself on the back. The gun was in the hand, the man on the ground. now here’s the question once and for all, where was the body to be found? Who would have been their murderer? Why?
he needed to think of a solution. fast. how could happen! he planned everything accordingly. this is not right.
it all started when he saw her. glowing. illuminating. like the sun.
then well he planned.
and now…
A solution is typically an answer to a problem. And there are some who use this word in a science related based type sentence.
Look at a problem; look inside. There it is: your solution. Think, consider, ponder, and do everything you can just to find it. It’s hiding, just waiting for you. But where? Is it near or is it far? Just find it.
A solution is a means to a problem. The Nazi’s liked to link it to the word ‘final’ to orchestrate the devious plans they had in store for the Jewish race. Not that those two points are related in any fashion, I’m not anti semetic, I swear.
She looks at the box, the edges trimmed with lace and the smooth, heart-imprinted sides.
“Well of course,” she says to herself, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose. “Uncle said their HAD to be a solution. So of course there must be one. He would not give me this otherwise.”
Satisfied, she set to work.
There was no solution. My head was pounding from thinking about my predicament for so long, and I wanted to give up. But I couldn’t! I couldn’t give up. Too many people would die if I gave up, and I can’t have that on my conscience. Do I sacrifice myself for them? Will I die so they live? Or will I live to save only a few?
Shh, do you hear that? The sound, like that of a beating drum, was just my heart trying to jump out of my skin. I put all of my trust and faith in him, and leave it to him to pull something shallow like this. But I really don’t feel down about it, just disappointed. I guess I’m just too callused from this kind of thing anymore.
There are solutions everywere, I guess. I mean, we’re all looking for one, right? So they must be everywhere. It’s funny, because if they’re so abundant, then why does it seem so impossible to find them? I’m looking for a solution, but I don’t know what the question is, and I don’t see any problems. I’m searching, and so is everyone else.
There is a point in time where all that envelops you is the process behind the question. The solution is no longer important; the “why” of the situation washes over you in waves, bathing you with should be’s, would be’s, can and could be’s. I light a cigarette and take a heavy drag, relishing the searing smoke that rushes down my throat. The nicotine is intoxicating. The tar coats my lungs, and I wonder why it is that I never stare straight forward when thinking. I focus on a point not actually there, staring through the street lights and trees at an object that is purely a construct of my own reality as if creating an answer is enough. It never is. The body sits, but my mind soars into minute cavities, sifting through the dormant thoughts rotting away in alleys littered with discarded ideas, hoping to come across one that fits. “Rubbish,” I think. “It’s all trash.”
The setting sun is unavoidable. I finish my cigarette with the advent of darkening skies and conveniently nick myself on a broken thought. It’s name is Alexandra, and I smile, and bleed, and the blood is gushing as I cradle my hand with my lips and whisper her name into my fingers when the prayer goes unheeded. And the blood continues to flow thickly.
I gag on the taste, but it is bittersweet, and I do not want to forget. I cannot forget. It is a sticky sense of fear that oozes down my back and clamps into my gut, and the attempt to scrape it off, futile. So I sit and wait for it to pass, and it refuses. What better refuge for the demons of attachment than within the origins of them? I wish to eat myself, to swallow my being whole and disappear into myself, to erase myself from myself and become whole, or a hole. I cannot decide which would be preferable, and am too cowardly to act upon my desires. So I sit, and wait, and let the ache consume me until it is all that remains. I have found my solution.
The solution is revolution: a devolution of absolution and dilution of resolution.
without coming up with a plan to write about a situation that has been brought upon me. I have decided to salute this gesture and complete the task given, and with due diligence I will explain the rectification of the given issue. Soul is something only given to individuals, not clans or packs.
there was a problem and now there is not. Like the first star to come out at night, it shines EUREKA the anticipation and the sweat and the procrastinating hours are over – I’ve got it – Done.
Pacing writing equations on the walls and crevice of my thoughts inside my head… living in a daydream that is a mixture of an illusion …. trying to find the inner solution.
One would think to solve a problem, you would need to find a solution. What if the solution was worse than the problem itself? How would you reconcile the choice you will inevidably need to make to resolve your problem? Ignore the issue entirely? Would that result in catastrophic consequences and hurt others? Or would the solution only hurt yourself?
I really don’t know what to do to end this. Maybe because I don’t know what “this” is. I just woke up one day, and everything was different. No one recognized me. It’s like I was a stranger in my own house. I went to a psychic, she said that my aura had shifted, whatever that means.
Your mind is being consumed every part of the day, and you still cannot figure out what it is. Information is barely getting through to you. Nothing else matters. Beats of your distraught heart are deafening in your ears. Every scenario has been contemplated and yet you are not prepared for what is about to happen. You look the judge dead on and speak confidently, “I do confess that I-
“I know just what you should do,” he said, pounding the table.
“But I haven’t finished telling you the problem,” she was exasperated, usually his “solutions” weren’t going to fix the problems he thought she had, nevermind the real ones he didn’t have the patience to have explained to him.
“Don’t need to hear it!” he said. “I know what you need to do!”
He almost had a panic attack when he saw the test results. How could have he failed! He had studied. Dammit, he had been away from Arya so she wouldn’t distract him and he still didn’t pass the exam. Now what? Ned would think he’s a failure. He shouldn’t have even enrolled to college.
When I was stuck in the middle of the ocean I chose to float on my back to stay atop of the surface. This worked for a long time until a shark came. Next, I decided to punch the shark in the nose knowing they hate that. Boom! This is my solution to staying alive…in the middle of a very, very boring class.
I have a solution to all your problems. Okay, maybe I don’t, but still! I have a solution to ONE problem that you may have… Well okay you probably WON’T have it but that’s besides the point! My solution involves the problem of you, being a bastard. Now if I know you, you probably aren’t a bastard, but if I do know you and you are one, I have the solution.
There was no solution to the problem that had plagued the world for years. That much had become apparent in recent times. People resisted change, even change that served only to save lives.
But perhaps we don’t need a solution. Maybe memories of a better life are better than living the life itself.
A drizzle of snow magic; crystal, reaction, solution.
is there, always there, always wrapped in the problem, or the other way around. wrapped around your finger.
The only solution is to say goodbye. I’ll miss his touch but I must be strong and get out before I lose myself.
Here, I’m giving you a solution to your demand. I mean, you ask me to write something in 60 seconds without thinking about it, but eventually i’ll have to think and write something! THATS A SOLUTION. Well this is rather interesting cause it’s not gonna make any sense anyway! This is the solution to all questions ! HAHA NOT.
The solution is what you need when you have a problem. Sounds simple, is difficult, How can such a small sober word express so much difficulty for most people? It’s not like we just scream Heuraka, leave the bathtub and it’s done.
Sometimes there is no solution to things. Sometimes you just have to sit and wait it out. There are instances were there is just absolutely nothing you can do and you feel so powerless and helpless. I guess the solution then is to just pick yourself up and be strong and patient,
an answer, or a mixture of liquids. three syllables. 8 letters.
I don’t have a solution to anything anymore to be honest. My life is flashing before my eyes. Am I still alive? Dead? Maybe I’m dreaming. I guess I won’t know until I wake up. What an adventure.
in the tin can is the note
The bottles were all wet
We lost the corks on the boat
And the corkscrew on a bet
The thing is, after I jumped off the rocks, after the cold ocean water surrounded me, I realized that all of my problems were fixable.
solution is the solution to problem, Everybody needs some kind of solution to the all the hardship they get. However, the solution can be very good and bad. Good, because the solution leads to the expected end, bad because it does not. Sometimes, however, the ends that you did not expect can be better solution
Solutions? What solutions? Some things you just have no control over. Sometimes, the solution is just to duck under the big, crashing, foamy, tidal wave, and wait it out, while crossing your fingers that you will make it out ALIVE.
Your smile was the solution to my bad days
your laugh was the solution to my frown
your eyes were the solution to my tears
your hand were the solution to my scars
and you, were the solution to my life
The solution
was the end
the problem
was the beginning
everything
inbetween
was the poetry
of the broken
I’ll find a solution to this problem if it’s the last thing I do!!!! Mawahhhhaaaaa!!!!
for your contacts. there is always a solution to your problems you have to keep beliving in yourself and everything will go as god plans. the solution to every problem is normally right infront of your face.
My solution for the problem was to seek help. But I didn’t know who to ask. My mom was busy, my dad was never much help, and my friends were sleeping. I decided to ask my cat. I looked deep into her eyes.
“QUICK! I CAN’T FIND IT ANYMORE!”
The other man woke up, and sleepily, replied, “Oh, your thesis? It’s on the kitchen counter.”
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! I’ve got the final solution to that, just now!”
“What do you mean? Its’ right there….”
“REALLY!? Then explain this.” He pointed to spilled coffee on the hand-written, old unsolved and half finished thesis.
“Uh….At least you’ve got the solution….?” The other man said, guiltily.
How simple it could have been, if only he had seen the facts. Wasn’t much there to begin with, but at least he could tap himself on the back. The gun was in the hand, the man on the ground. now here’s the question once and for all, where was the body to be found? Who would have been their murderer? Why?
he needed to think of a solution. fast. how could happen! he planned everything accordingly. this is not right.
it all started when he saw her. glowing. illuminating. like the sun.
then well he planned.
and now…