Snap. And like that the picture was taken. Her face. Still. Frozen into a smile radiating warmth onto all those around her. His eyes. Still. Frozen into almond shaped oceans full of happiness and love. Their hands. Still. Frozen entwined together, never letting go.
Time stood still for but a moment. They said we’d be forever/ They said we were perfect for each other. They didn’t see us when the public was gone. We yelled, we fought, we cried. He said things, I said things. He would hit me, I wouldn’t say another word. They never knew. Still, the time stood as I decided to leave.
like water on a summer’s dusk lake with insects dancing in the fading light as the day’s haze gives way to a cooling evening and all is well with the world……
The moment seemed still as you could see the fear splattered across her face mixed with her determination to save him, though knowing she could never make it in time.
The moment seemed still as you could see the panic in the baby’s eyes as he realized he was staring death right in the face.
The moment seemed still as you could see the excitement radiating out of the hungry predator’s grin.
Yet, the stillness didn’t last as the moment vanished and everything seemed to happen simultaneously as nature took its path.
The air, it is still. No noise penetrates it. I huddle in the corner, afraid of what will come. The silence is terrifying – it is the most terrifying sound. What if someone comes? I don’t want it to be so. This is a nightmare.
be still and listen. be still and enjoy. be still and take in your surroundings. be still and be yourself. be still and be happy. be still and relax. be still and reflect. just be still.
My sisters and my brothers still…
I can’t believe I’m still listening to “The Black Parade”
I shouldn’t
it’s all sad and morbid
the hardest part of this is leaving you
I’m just soggy from the chemo
I shouldn’t say that
It could hurt someone on here.
The older cat sat very still, watching the wild kitten play next to her. Up the stratching post, down the scratching post, around the scratching post, up in the air, onto the big box that showed moving pictures. Then down on to her tail. *THWACK* Kittens should respect their elder’s space.
Everything was quiet; he stood in the woods but it was eerily still and tranquil. No leaves rustled, no birds chirped, no squirrels or deer or skunks of foxes rummaged in the undergrowth.
Life had stopped, and for an instant, he could see everything.
I have never experienced it before. everything around me slowed to a stop and paused its actions, thoughts, feelings. it feels as if everything in this glade has stopped arguing, or fighting to be heard, and has decided to just sit, listen, and relax into a still existence.
“Sti-hil, Sti-hil, Still, wei-heils Mäusche-hen schlafe-hen will.” Leise und klar klang ihre Stimme durch die kalten, löchrigen Ziegelwände. Er würde jetzt für immer schlafen, das hatte der Arzt soeben gesagt.
I sat there. Completely motionless. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, only that there was something wrong. I couldn’t speak. He stared at me, waiting for me to respond. But I didn’t know what to say. What did he expect? For me to clap my hands and jump up and down? He was ripping me away from everything I’d ever known. I sat still.
time doesn’t stays still. all moves very fast. we have to adapt because otherwise we are falling behind and we become screw ups. i still love you, hope i will always do. you are the best thing that ever happened to me. i am still their child. i must not stay still, i have to dance all the time. i am still happy
Still. It isn’t like I hate people. I don’t. I just don’t care for the idea that I have to respect everyone all the time. It gets me in trouble. It’s like I can’t get past the societal more that I need to give credence to peoples beliefs so I listen and I waste my time. I wish I didn’t do that because by and large people are jerks.
I’m still in love with you. I’m still waiting for you to propose. I still want to be your wife more than anything, as I told you years ago in the woods, when we were homeless and walking. I still lose my breath at the stie of you. I still want to make love to you every day. I still want to see my wedding ring on your hand. And I still want to wear your ring. I still love to see you every day. I wish that we still had more time.
Be still, the wise ones say. Still, I cant ever seem to stop moving. Always in motion, perhaps attempting to do too many things. Not one of them seeming to be enough. Still, I said to myself this morning; be still. I hear it ringing in my ears still, though it is afternoon and I am still moving.
keep still, even in moments of weakness. stillness is what makes you think, it clears your mind and allows you to slow down your thoughts. it is clarifying, shows patience.
I sat very stil in my chair. I didn’t want Papa to get upset at me. I don’t like Papa when he is upset. I wondered when mommy was coming back. Papa said that mommy couldn’t come back anymore, and then he started crying. I’ve never seen Papa cry before.
I fidget. All the time, so much so that I have to have it pointed out to me, because it is so much a part of me that I don’t even realize I’m doing it. I have no love for stillness, I’m afraid of what I’ll find out in the quiet moments.
i still have to do my math homework!
Still how do people stand still for hours like those one guys with those hats. i wonder how you apply for that job it must be a hard position.
There’s nothing still inside me most of the time. The most stillness I have seen myself be is in a still photograph and still with every second spent staring at the picture I can see the turmoil broiling in the mind of the people who make up the photograph. Never have I coveted stillness so and never has it been so elusive in the many years I have spent setting myself in motion.
I’m still. Sitting by the ocean; the waves rolling on the shore gently pushing the millions of quartz crystals, the dune grass brushing the air clean. Salted air floods my lungs. I sigh, bliss.
I still want him back. I still think about him everyday. Nothing feels right anymore. I STILL WANT HIM BACK. I don’t know when this will fade. Because I’m still waiting to not wake up with him missing next to me. I still need him, and love him. I still can’t get past him.
still is the feeling you feel when you can’t seem to move anymore. stagnant. like a stalactite on the ceiling. never moving. docile. boring. frustrated. not free. still, it’s better than backwards. because backwards is just moving through still moments again again again
I am still as I write this. An interesting idea stillness is. However it would appear almost impossible to truly achieve. We are always moving. No matter what we cannot stop. We cannot stop what has already been set into motion.
There was never a stillness in her days nor he nights either though she tiptoed into the darkness each night, holding her breath never daring a prayer or an utterance that might move the ebony reach of her terror.
im still in prison
Kyler is very STILL when Mr. Wooley yelled at him!
It’s being quiet.
Snap. And like that the picture was taken. Her face. Still. Frozen into a smile radiating warmth onto all those around her. His eyes. Still. Frozen into almond shaped oceans full of happiness and love. Their hands. Still. Frozen entwined together, never letting go.
i still am going to the hunted hause on munday.i am also stil going to the stor first.
Still-
stand still.
be still.
still?
are you still there?
really? still?
still in style.
still.
Time stood still for but a moment. They said we’d be forever/ They said we were perfect for each other. They didn’t see us when the public was gone. We yelled, we fought, we cried. He said things, I said things. He would hit me, I wouldn’t say another word. They never knew. Still, the time stood as I decided to leave.
like water on a summer’s dusk lake with insects dancing in the fading light as the day’s haze gives way to a cooling evening and all is well with the world……
Still, she sits there
in the office.
The doctor was in an hour ago
but she still can’t move;
that word has taken her by surprise.
Cancer.
i am still 11 for a few more months. i am still a girl. i am still independant, and i am still with an awsome family in my awsome house.
the still kid is jonney boy. He is dead!! That sucks he died
still is with no movement do not shout when playing thequiet game be still
The moment seemed still as you could see the fear splattered across her face mixed with her determination to save him, though knowing she could never make it in time.
The moment seemed still as you could see the panic in the baby’s eyes as he realized he was staring death right in the face.
The moment seemed still as you could see the excitement radiating out of the hungry predator’s grin.
Yet, the stillness didn’t last as the moment vanished and everything seemed to happen simultaneously as nature took its path.
I’m here, still. The marking I need to do is there, still. The only thing moving is time.
The air, it is still. No noise penetrates it. I huddle in the corner, afraid of what will come. The silence is terrifying – it is the most terrifying sound. What if someone comes? I don’t want it to be so. This is a nightmare.
be still and listen. be still and enjoy. be still and take in your surroundings. be still and be yourself. be still and be happy. be still and relax. be still and reflect. just be still.
My sisters and my brothers still…
I can’t believe I’m still listening to “The Black Parade”
I shouldn’t
it’s all sad and morbid
the hardest part of this is leaving you
I’m just soggy from the chemo
I shouldn’t say that
It could hurt someone on here.
The older cat sat very still, watching the wild kitten play next to her. Up the stratching post, down the scratching post, around the scratching post, up in the air, onto the big box that showed moving pictures. Then down on to her tail. *THWACK* Kittens should respect their elder’s space.
Everything was quiet; he stood in the woods but it was eerily still and tranquil. No leaves rustled, no birds chirped, no squirrels or deer or skunks of foxes rummaged in the undergrowth.
Life had stopped, and for an instant, he could see everything.
Still.
The air.
Your breath.
Your heart.
Your eyes.
Cold.
I have never experienced it before. everything around me slowed to a stop and paused its actions, thoughts, feelings. it feels as if everything in this glade has stopped arguing, or fighting to be heard, and has decided to just sit, listen, and relax into a still existence.
“Sti-hil, Sti-hil, Still, wei-heils Mäusche-hen schlafe-hen will.” Leise und klar klang ihre Stimme durch die kalten, löchrigen Ziegelwände. Er würde jetzt für immer schlafen, das hatte der Arzt soeben gesagt.
I sat there. Completely motionless. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, only that there was something wrong. I couldn’t speak. He stared at me, waiting for me to respond. But I didn’t know what to say. What did he expect? For me to clap my hands and jump up and down? He was ripping me away from everything I’d ever known. I sat still.
The corpse sat in the coffin, awaiting its master’s call. It did not move, and was thus still, but it hummed with an unnatural life all the same.
time doesn’t stays still. all moves very fast. we have to adapt because otherwise we are falling behind and we become screw ups. i still love you, hope i will always do. you are the best thing that ever happened to me. i am still their child. i must not stay still, i have to dance all the time. i am still happy
Still. It isn’t like I hate people. I don’t. I just don’t care for the idea that I have to respect everyone all the time. It gets me in trouble. It’s like I can’t get past the societal more that I need to give credence to peoples beliefs so I listen and I waste my time. I wish I didn’t do that because by and large people are jerks.
I’m still in love with you. I’m still waiting for you to propose. I still want to be your wife more than anything, as I told you years ago in the woods, when we were homeless and walking. I still lose my breath at the stie of you. I still want to make love to you every day. I still want to see my wedding ring on your hand. And I still want to wear your ring. I still love to see you every day. I wish that we still had more time.
Be still, the wise ones say. Still, I cant ever seem to stop moving. Always in motion, perhaps attempting to do too many things. Not one of them seeming to be enough. Still, I said to myself this morning; be still. I hear it ringing in my ears still, though it is afternoon and I am still moving.
keep still, even in moments of weakness. stillness is what makes you think, it clears your mind and allows you to slow down your thoughts. it is clarifying, shows patience.
I sat very stil in my chair. I didn’t want Papa to get upset at me. I don’t like Papa when he is upset. I wondered when mommy was coming back. Papa said that mommy couldn’t come back anymore, and then he started crying. I’ve never seen Papa cry before.
lost
looking
waiting
wanting
needing
searching
feeling
missing
missing
longing
feeling
I fidget. All the time, so much so that I have to have it pointed out to me, because it is so much a part of me that I don’t even realize I’m doing it. I have no love for stillness, I’m afraid of what I’ll find out in the quiet moments.
i still have to do my math homework!
Still how do people stand still for hours like those one guys with those hats. i wonder how you apply for that job it must be a hard position.
There’s nothing still inside me most of the time. The most stillness I have seen myself be is in a still photograph and still with every second spent staring at the picture I can see the turmoil broiling in the mind of the people who make up the photograph. Never have I coveted stillness so and never has it been so elusive in the many years I have spent setting myself in motion.
I’m still. Sitting by the ocean; the waves rolling on the shore gently pushing the millions of quartz crystals, the dune grass brushing the air clean. Salted air floods my lungs. I sigh, bliss.
I still want him back. I still think about him everyday. Nothing feels right anymore. I STILL WANT HIM BACK. I don’t know when this will fade. Because I’m still waiting to not wake up with him missing next to me. I still need him, and love him. I still can’t get past him.
still is the feeling you feel when you can’t seem to move anymore. stagnant. like a stalactite on the ceiling. never moving. docile. boring. frustrated. not free. still, it’s better than backwards. because backwards is just moving through still moments again again again
I am still as I write this. An interesting idea stillness is. However it would appear almost impossible to truly achieve. We are always moving. No matter what we cannot stop. We cannot stop what has already been set into motion.
To be still I need you, you, you, you, you
Without you my brain gonna explod
I gonna be mad
I could commit suicide
There was never a stillness in her days nor he nights either though she tiptoed into the darkness each night, holding her breath never daring a prayer or an utterance that might move the ebony reach of her terror.