It takes an inordinate amount of wardrobe changes and makeup kits and time spent scrutinizing herself in front of a mirror before she begins to feel comfortable in her own skin. And even then, all it takes to tear her down is one disapproving glance from him and a single word, delivered with lip-curled malignancy:
“Slut.”
It takes an inordinate amount of wardrobe changes and makeup kits and time spent scrutinizing herself in front of a mirror before she begins to feel comfortable in her own skin. And even then, all it takes is one disapproving glance from him and a single word, delivered with lip-curled malignancy:
“Slut.”
the last change at the bottom of my pocket
i have spent
on a pack of six Oreos
that i regret now
to a certain degree.
Maybe there are better things to buy
but who cares?
I have ‘spent’ all my money. Always do. I am poor as beans and never seem to have any money at all. Nor do I seem to have much of the things on which people ordinarily spend money. Like food or clothes. Damnit. :(
The time spent on this project would have been well worth it, if it hadn’t been for the constant distractions that besieged my mind. What should I do with the cobbler? And the cake? Do I need to set the cake at 375 or 400 degrees? Should I use frosting or powdered sugar? Should I even frost it at all? I don’t know what I was planning on doing, but making cakes was definitely not what I was planning on writing here. Just goes to show what you can do when you let yourself write and not really think about what it is you are GOING to write. If you just let it flow…
Yeah, I need to get a life. XD
Or write a book.
Or both.
Both are good.
all day with you trudging up that hill
making a mountain of it in my mind
fun sometimes, it’s good to get the workout
the fight is worth the energy
the climb is worth the view from above
above the river and the trees
above you and your petty ideas
My time and money has been spent away.
Withered away into a little pile of dust.
Getting kicked into corners is a daily pleasure.
Little does he know,
I came here on my own.
All of my money, my energy, my time. All gone, after the long weekend. Mauve under the eyes I stare at the middle distance, shattered but happy, and think of all I haven’t done.
I spent it all on a cookie.
That was all my life has amounted to.
A single cookie.
Some sugar and some flour.
All down the food cycle drain.
A wasted life on a wasted item.
Spent. I feel exhausted. My emotions are eating me up, spending each iota of me. I’m really tired now, i wish i could go back in time and change things. Why must it be so difficult?
my feelings are spent. for ages i’ve been waiting for you to feel the same, to finally understand what you put me through. your games have torn through every bit of my feelings and sold away the very last scraps of my heart. i am spent.
How does the youth of this day’s age
Depart from school to superstores
And shop and buy and charge and spend
On food and coffee (the grown-up trend),
Clothing and shoes, hairdos (and don’ts),
Makeup, tattoos (they’re cool) in drones,
Without regard for obligations
Due their school and professor’s patience,
Preferring to skip class for a day
And completing work the procrastinate way
(Why not do tomorrow what you can put off today?)
In a side cafe just down the street
(‘Cause that’s where all the cool kids meet),
Quick to grow up, slow to content
Self-obligation, professing “spent!”
i spent the last of my money on two croissants which i fed to the pigeons by the pompidou centre. what good did it do? none really, but at least i didn’t have to worry about how i was going to spend it anymore. the birds seemed somewhere between pleased and indifferent.
That’s it. I’m spent. I’m done. I don’t even care anymore. I spent all this time thinking that I cared, believing that this had some kind of great, magnificent, divine importance, but it’s nothing. We are nothing. I am nothing. When am I going to learn that “the only thing that matters” doesn’t exist?
the time we spent together
4 AM, laughing, loving
your voice was so sweet and low
deep and steady
like the slow beating of my heart
it will resonate in my memory
until the day I die
spent. how much time have i spent thinking of you? shall i count it in minutes? no, that’s definitely too many. then days perhaps. or maybe it’s been a life time. that frightens me.
I spent all my time on you, but you spent all your money on me. i wasted that party on thoughts of you, and missed the boy i almost blew. i spent my life waiting for a kiss, and you didn’t make me senseless. i wanted to die because of you, but then you would have spent my life too.
I spent too much on sweaters. Too much time, that is. Now my cat is lonely and my tea overbrewed. Sounds like a bad morning. The song is over. Money and time. Time is money. Oh well……..
I spent the moeny at the store. The family spent their day at the beach. The soldier spent his time cleaning the tanks. The girl spent her allowance on some lollipops. Spending is bad in most cases cause you will lose money. IF you are very rich, spending is easy for you. Spend all your time inside, and you will have a lack of vitamin D. Spend all your time in the sun, and youll get skin cancer.
Today I went out and spent loads of money, I love spending money it makes me feel happy and that I fit in with society because I am really poor and it breaks my heart because it means I never fully fit in with people which makes me feel lonely
I’ve spent these last number of months suppressing myself – true emotion, wants and needs. Pushing past what I couldn’t stand to face and admit that this is a problem, a problem that I want solved. I don’t want to live as a shadow of it, even if I can’t just “pull myself out”, like other people want. And just get on with life as if it never happened, I would remain a hollow shadow and I don’t want to spend my life that way. And I really think that’s fair. It won’t be spent.
i spent a lot of time walking down the beach. it was dark out. but i didn’t mind. i liked the solitude and confinement of my thoughts, only accompanied by the running waves. i wasn’t sure what they were running from. i’m still not sure, actually. but i know they were running.
I spent my weekends quite unproductively. Tried to get work done but as always, distractions are the bane of my life. At least I managed to be a filial son; doing grocery shopping with my mum on Saturday, and fetching my dad from the hospital after.
I’ve spent so much time dealing with my own insecurities that I would love to finally know what it is like to be loved and okay with myself. Being gay is a tough, sometimes cruel experience. I hope we become widely accepted.
Spent, Im spent! I dont know anything else to say about it. Like yuour body is over done and on a day like today I know just how that feels. Im spent, From my head to my toes. Not in a money way. Bc today that doesnt matter. But Im spent, Just spent.
I spent dollars in abundance last time I tried to eat. My greed is as green as the money I spent. Some faded and sometimes well kept. I spent as much as the next.
How much have you spent, across your life?
Not just in currency, dollars and cents, but in opportunity? What have you been doing with your life? Are you proud with all the time you’ve spent here, existing? If not then you haven’t spent your time right and you can’t get a return.
I spent too much time waiting for you, too much money trying to get you back. Daisy, I spent too much of me on you, and I wish I hadn’t. I spent five years of my life, that I could have spent elsewhere, on someone who wasn’t worth it.
you spent my money
you took my dog
I hid your clothes
you drained my pool
and then you left anyway.
If i could right you in some way I wouldn’t, truly i would not.
I have spent all of it. The whole lot. In a week, too. How is that even possible? I know that I love life to the fullest but is it really possible to spend it all so quickly? And, to be honest, I don’t have a lot to show for it. A new tattoo. A new car. A new bag. Some clothes.
All the money ‘er i had i “spent” it in good company, my english is not that great but i’ve spent a lot of time learning it, in my county spent is said “potrositi” im from serbia i like it here but i would love to live in other places, change things i do and try lots of things, diferent..i do music im a guitarist. thats about it.
It takes an inordinate amount of wardrobe changes and makeup kits and time spent scrutinizing herself in front of a mirror before she begins to feel comfortable in her own skin. And even then, all it takes to tear her down is one disapproving glance from him and a single word, delivered with lip-curled malignancy:
“Slut.”
It takes an inordinate amount of wardrobe changes and makeup kits and time spent scrutinizing herself in front of a mirror before she begins to feel comfortable in her own skin. And even then, all it takes is one disapproving glance from him and a single word, delivered with lip-curled malignancy:
“Slut.”
the last change at the bottom of my pocket
i have spent
on a pack of six Oreos
that i regret now
to a certain degree.
Maybe there are better things to buy
but who cares?
I am so spent. Everything is crashing down around me. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Let life take it’s course. It’s easier said than done.
I have ‘spent’ all my money. Always do. I am poor as beans and never seem to have any money at all. Nor do I seem to have much of the things on which people ordinarily spend money. Like food or clothes. Damnit. :(
The time spent on this project would have been well worth it, if it hadn’t been for the constant distractions that besieged my mind. What should I do with the cobbler? And the cake? Do I need to set the cake at 375 or 400 degrees? Should I use frosting or powdered sugar? Should I even frost it at all? I don’t know what I was planning on doing, but making cakes was definitely not what I was planning on writing here. Just goes to show what you can do when you let yourself write and not really think about what it is you are GOING to write. If you just let it flow…
Yeah, I need to get a life. XD
Or write a book.
Or both.
Both are good.
I spent my summers on things that didn’t matter
I spent my money on things I regret
I spent time with people I didn’t care about
I wonder how different my life had been if I had spent it differently.
all day with you trudging up that hill
making a mountain of it in my mind
fun sometimes, it’s good to get the workout
the fight is worth the energy
the climb is worth the view from above
above the river and the trees
above you and your petty ideas
I’m spent. Tapped. Can’t rub two nickels together so I snap my fingers instead.
I’m spent. Tapped. Can’t rub two nickels together , so I snap my fingers instead.
My time and money has been spent away.
Withered away into a little pile of dust.
Getting kicked into corners is a daily pleasure.
Little does he know,
I came here on my own.
All of my money, my energy, my time. All gone, after the long weekend. Mauve under the eyes I stare at the middle distance, shattered but happy, and think of all I haven’t done.
I spent it all on a cookie.
That was all my life has amounted to.
A single cookie.
Some sugar and some flour.
All down the food cycle drain.
A wasted life on a wasted item.
I spent my money on clothes and entertainment.
I like spending time with my friends.
I
we
have gone.
there is only me
and you
separate
spent
like the leaves at the bottom
of the tea
i would make
for you.
Spent. I feel exhausted. My emotions are eating me up, spending each iota of me. I’m really tired now, i wish i could go back in time and change things. Why must it be so difficult?
my feelings are spent. for ages i’ve been waiting for you to feel the same, to finally understand what you put me through. your games have torn through every bit of my feelings and sold away the very last scraps of my heart. i am spent.
Time is spent faster than money and there is less of it in our world than we thing. Why then is it taken as worth so much less?
How does the youth of this day’s age
Depart from school to superstores
And shop and buy and charge and spend
On food and coffee (the grown-up trend),
Clothing and shoes, hairdos (and don’ts),
Makeup, tattoos (they’re cool) in drones,
Without regard for obligations
Due their school and professor’s patience,
Preferring to skip class for a day
And completing work the procrastinate way
(Why not do tomorrow what you can put off today?)
In a side cafe just down the street
(‘Cause that’s where all the cool kids meet),
Quick to grow up, slow to content
Self-obligation, professing “spent!”
i spent the last of my money on two croissants which i fed to the pigeons by the pompidou centre. what good did it do? none really, but at least i didn’t have to worry about how i was going to spend it anymore. the birds seemed somewhere between pleased and indifferent.
That’s it. I’m spent. I’m done. I don’t even care anymore. I spent all this time thinking that I cared, believing that this had some kind of great, magnificent, divine importance, but it’s nothing. We are nothing. I am nothing. When am I going to learn that “the only thing that matters” doesn’t exist?
the time we spent together
4 AM, laughing, loving
your voice was so sweet and low
deep and steady
like the slow beating of my heart
it will resonate in my memory
until the day I die
spent. how much time have i spent thinking of you? shall i count it in minutes? no, that’s definitely too many. then days perhaps. or maybe it’s been a life time. that frightens me.
Spent is the past form of the verb spend. We usually talk about “how much time we spent” or “how much money” we spent.
I spent all my time on you, but you spent all your money on me. i wasted that party on thoughts of you, and missed the boy i almost blew. i spent my life waiting for a kiss, and you didn’t make me senseless. i wanted to die because of you, but then you would have spent my life too.
I spent too much on sweaters. Too much time, that is. Now my cat is lonely and my tea overbrewed. Sounds like a bad morning. The song is over. Money and time. Time is money. Oh well……..
I spent the moeny at the store. The family spent their day at the beach. The soldier spent his time cleaning the tanks. The girl spent her allowance on some lollipops. Spending is bad in most cases cause you will lose money. IF you are very rich, spending is easy for you. Spend all your time inside, and you will have a lack of vitamin D. Spend all your time in the sun, and youll get skin cancer.
Today I went out and spent loads of money, I love spending money it makes me feel happy and that I fit in with society because I am really poor and it breaks my heart because it means I never fully fit in with people which makes me feel lonely
I’ve spent these last number of months suppressing myself – true emotion, wants and needs. Pushing past what I couldn’t stand to face and admit that this is a problem, a problem that I want solved. I don’t want to live as a shadow of it, even if I can’t just “pull myself out”, like other people want. And just get on with life as if it never happened, I would remain a hollow shadow and I don’t want to spend my life that way. And I really think that’s fair. It won’t be spent.
i spent a lot of time walking down the beach. it was dark out. but i didn’t mind. i liked the solitude and confinement of my thoughts, only accompanied by the running waves. i wasn’t sure what they were running from. i’m still not sure, actually. but i know they were running.
I spent my weekends quite unproductively. Tried to get work done but as always, distractions are the bane of my life. At least I managed to be a filial son; doing grocery shopping with my mum on Saturday, and fetching my dad from the hospital after.
I’ve spent so much time dealing with my own insecurities that I would love to finally know what it is like to be loved and okay with myself. Being gay is a tough, sometimes cruel experience. I hope we become widely accepted.
Spent, Im spent! I dont know anything else to say about it. Like yuour body is over done and on a day like today I know just how that feels. Im spent, From my head to my toes. Not in a money way. Bc today that doesnt matter. But Im spent, Just spent.
I spent dollars in abundance last time I tried to eat. My greed is as green as the money I spent. Some faded and sometimes well kept. I spent as much as the next.
How much have you spent, across your life?
Not just in currency, dollars and cents, but in opportunity? What have you been doing with your life? Are you proud with all the time you’ve spent here, existing? If not then you haven’t spent your time right and you can’t get a return.
I spent too much time waiting for you, too much money trying to get you back. Daisy, I spent too much of me on you, and I wish I hadn’t. I spent five years of my life, that I could have spent elsewhere, on someone who wasn’t worth it.
you spent my money
you took my dog
I hid your clothes
you drained my pool
and then you left anyway.
If i could right you in some way I wouldn’t, truly i would not.
I have spent all of it. The whole lot. In a week, too. How is that even possible? I know that I love life to the fullest but is it really possible to spend it all so quickly? And, to be honest, I don’t have a lot to show for it. A new tattoo. A new car. A new bag. Some clothes.
All the money ‘er i had i “spent” it in good company, my english is not that great but i’ve spent a lot of time learning it, in my county spent is said “potrositi” im from serbia i like it here but i would love to live in other places, change things i do and try lots of things, diferent..i do music im a guitarist. thats about it.
A very fine line
divides time wasted and spent
in matters of love