still is the feeling you get when you’re sitting all alone in the middle of a field, a forest, a rainbow, a plane, or your mind. still is the sound of waves lapping at your feet and leaves crackling under them. still is the feeling and the sound and the taste of loneliness, and peace.
I will be still, eating blue paint, almost done with the mac and cheese, almonds must go. eat paste, no eat marker, the band wagon came in the mail. No more bacon he passed the tomato to the football player. Louisiana is no longer the place to steal the tire trash can. It ate me.
She stood still beneath the trees. She thought she might have heard an owl’s hoot, or was it a car’s horn? Did she hear a river or a highway?
Each sound was a reminder that, even as she stood still, the world moved around her. She held her breath, stayed perfectly still, but could not shut out the rest.
Still, I am awake. Still in love. Still not over you, no, not really. I’m still waiting. I’m still depressed. I’m still hiding. I’m still undressed. I’m still wondering if I’ll ever be good enough. I still wonder “why?”. I still wish I was smarter. Still uncomfortable with life. And I’m still wanting to be anyone, but me.
Lie still, sit still, be still, – still as a statue, still as a pond, still as a mouse. Motionless, noiseless , undisturbed. Athough the last two things aren’t still at all, i still like the word.
The blankets were shaped in the form of a crime scene, as though only moments before had they been abandoned by a lover as passionate as he was insane. Red from the bone-white beauty of what peeked out innocently underneath her raven locks dripped like goo, looking almost comically fake, and it was everywhere. Life was a cartoon then. A still-life cartoon.
the still white rose just sat there, how could he say he loved me and yet then go and rip my heart in two and dump me right then and there!! ahhh i sttod up and throught the rose out of the wind just wanting to forget about that jerk we call Nolan Nard
The mind wishes to be still. I am still working at it. that one fraction of a nano second when i achieve it is euphoria. and it wanders before i can count 60
Be still and know that I am God
That’s what he always says
But how can just sit so still
When everything within me is moving
Be still and know that I am God
And in the stillness
You will be moved
still is what i hope for before bed but never seem to get. it is peace. to be clique it is my still lake at night on lake nokomis. the absence ot movement. a term that seems not to exisit in today’s society, but everyone could use a little more of.
Still water on the surface of the pond barely rippling in the calm forest breeze, a silent and lonely place on the glade in the woods.
Sunlight lancing through the leaves on the placid water.
Nothing lives here.
An ethereal place. A place of shadows, light and nightmares
I’m tired of being still. I feel so restless. I can’t stand the silence. I can’t stand being by myself. With you it’s never still. With you I feel alive. With you I feel whole. I don’t want to be still. I want to be alive. I want to be alive & feel alive with you. Always you & forever you.
do you still think about me when your with her? am i still in your thoughts when you kiss her? Or do you still love her? Do you still want to be with her? im still wondering whats really going on with you, because i still want you in my life. But do you still think of me like i think you do?
Still. I sat there looking at the word on the screen … it brought back so many memories. That was his song, and he sang it so very well! Now he is back.
The pond rippled; I remained still. Breathing deep. The stillness had to fill me, become me; I had to become it. My breath, my mind… every cell had to find its stillness and simply, become.
Dark blue, ripples aren’t there.
Darkness covers the sky, the light only revealed by the glow of the silent moon.
Your hair is curly and dark, your eyes are deep and speak, your smile catches me off balance. I am still here in your embrace.
Thinking how did we get here, get so lucky. As you grasp onto my arms gently I can only appreciate how I long to be here with you.
We are still, we do not speak, but we are not silent.
Two months later and you’re gone. I am still, I do not speak, I am silent.
This is still not my time. It’ll never be my time. I am immortal. There isn’t really a place for me in this world, but I’m still here. It wasn’t really by choice. I was bitten and you can’t get that curse taken away. It’s stuck forever.
And when the water was still and the air was still and the earth was still, she swore she could still feel him here. She could hear his voice echo still across the meadow, she could feel his steps cross still to her, she could see him still towering above her at the pond’s edge, catching her eye in the still glassy surface. If the world was still for just a moment, she swore he was still… but still, he lay still in a pine box, still as… still as he was still still, more still than the restless pond, more still than the whispering wind, more still than the shifting earth. And still she sat still and wished he was still still beside her.
Don’t move. Don’t even breathe, she said. If you do, they’ll see you and they’ll eat you. I can’t have that. I can’t have that happen again. So shut up, hold your breath, and stay quiet. You’ll be sorry if you don’t and I’ll be sorrier because I’ll never see you again. Your mother will kill herself and you’re gonna make me take care of this all by myself. I can’t do this on my own, kids.
Be still, let it go.
The song plays in my head – Kelly Clarkson, one of her best.
I picture us – him and me. Sitting. Laughing. Kissing.
I feel an ache in my heart I haven’t experienced since he left. It almost makes it worse that he didn’t leave by choice – he had to go. And then, every day, I wait for someone to knock on my door, tell me he’s gone.
I just wait.
sitting silently on the grass next to him i look up at the crisp blue autumn sky, wondering what has coem from this. we have never been like this, but yet this has happened. we are saying goodbye, though we never thought we would. we are crazy about one another, yet the time is not right. So we sit there, silently a tear threatening to escape my eye. still.
to be calm, without chaos. Something I wish I knew more of. A stillness is way of being or living you life. One that brings peace. To be still is to be tranquil
My mind is still. For the first time in my life, everything has fallen into place. No thinking is required it just is. And the fact is, it’s perfect. My life is still, because I have found you. There is only me and you in this world, and the rest is still.
I’m still here. I’m still feeling. I’m still wishing, I’m still hoping. You’re still the same. You’re still beautiful. You’re still the asshole that believes they did nothing wrong. You’re still here.
I’m still here! are you still there?
i’m always here.
you’re ALWAYS there? that must suck.
no, i like it here, otherwise i would choose to go somewhere else. i can choose, you know?
I remember waking up and 7 am and just being still with you. It was cold outside and the air bit the triangle of thigh not covered by blanket. It was grey and the night had gone away despite our wishes and kisses but the morning had still come. I wanted to stay and be still with you until everything in the world stopped.
It is still thursday afternoon. I am still sitting in the same place. I am still wishing I was elsewhere. I am still replaying your words in my mind. I am still staring at the clock. I am still contemplating too much. I am still nervously twirling my hair. I am still regretting things I never said. I am still wishing my thoughts to be silent. I am still wishing my heart to be still. I am still going to see the world through open eyes. I am still praying to a God I will always believe in. I am still dreaming. I am still hoping. I am still believing.
Still is how she sat. Its how she talked, with words that rang out and silenced others, yet not out of wonder. She stilled fears and pangs, yet excitement as well. It was a still demeanor, attitude. And she never knew how to inspire.
Still, I wondered whether he heard me as I called forth to him that I loved him. He never acknowledged it, but I feel like he just knows… I froze, as still as a statue.. waiting for the response. But never, even to this day, have I got one.
“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear, “I’ll be right back.”
And yet another promise was broken. The promise was broken, and so was my heart. All I wanted was for him to love me the way that I loved him, but I guess that still isn’t meant to be.
still is the feeling you get when you’re sitting all alone in the middle of a field, a forest, a rainbow, a plane, or your mind. still is the sound of waves lapping at your feet and leaves crackling under them. still is the feeling and the sound and the taste of loneliness, and peace.
It’s surprising how nature’s most powerful force, the oceans can make a person feel so calm. Stillness of mind, if i may say so.
Still it wasn’t what we had planned, but it turned out okay. The days were harder, but we were meeting our obligations.
I will be still, eating blue paint, almost done with the mac and cheese, almonds must go. eat paste, no eat marker, the band wagon came in the mail. No more bacon he passed the tomato to the football player. Louisiana is no longer the place to steal the tire trash can. It ate me.
……….
She stood still beneath the trees. She thought she might have heard an owl’s hoot, or was it a car’s horn? Did she hear a river or a highway?
Each sound was a reminder that, even as she stood still, the world moved around her. She held her breath, stayed perfectly still, but could not shut out the rest.
Still, I am awake. Still in love. Still not over you, no, not really. I’m still waiting. I’m still depressed. I’m still hiding. I’m still undressed. I’m still wondering if I’ll ever be good enough. I still wonder “why?”. I still wish I was smarter. Still uncomfortable with life. And I’m still wanting to be anyone, but me.
Lie still, sit still, be still, – still as a statue, still as a pond, still as a mouse. Motionless, noiseless , undisturbed. Athough the last two things aren’t still at all, i still like the word.
The blankets were shaped in the form of a crime scene, as though only moments before had they been abandoned by a lover as passionate as he was insane. Red from the bone-white beauty of what peeked out innocently underneath her raven locks dripped like goo, looking almost comically fake, and it was everywhere. Life was a cartoon then. A still-life cartoon.
To reach for the stars
the still white rose just sat there, how could he say he loved me and yet then go and rip my heart in two and dump me right then and there!! ahhh i sttod up and throught the rose out of the wind just wanting to forget about that jerk we call Nolan Nard
Be still my heart, stop
your savage chase;I’ve found the
start of it; just you.
Things were too quiet to be okay.
Too still.
The silence was only broken by the sound of my breathing, and even it wasn’t enough to keep the panic away. He brought me here for a reason.
The calm tension said it all.
The mind wishes to be still. I am still working at it. that one fraction of a nano second when i achieve it is euphoria. and it wanders before i can count 60
Be still and know that I am God
That’s what he always says
But how can just sit so still
When everything within me is moving
Be still and know that I am God
And in the stillness
You will be moved
still is what i hope for before bed but never seem to get. it is peace. to be clique it is my still lake at night on lake nokomis. the absence ot movement. a term that seems not to exisit in today’s society, but everyone could use a little more of.
Still water on the surface of the pond barely rippling in the calm forest breeze, a silent and lonely place on the glade in the woods.
Sunlight lancing through the leaves on the placid water.
Nothing lives here.
An ethereal place. A place of shadows, light and nightmares
I’m tired of being still. I feel so restless. I can’t stand the silence. I can’t stand being by myself. With you it’s never still. With you I feel alive. With you I feel whole. I don’t want to be still. I want to be alive. I want to be alive & feel alive with you. Always you & forever you.
do you still think about me when your with her? am i still in your thoughts when you kiss her? Or do you still love her? Do you still want to be with her? im still wondering whats really going on with you, because i still want you in my life. But do you still think of me like i think you do?
A still image. A photograph. A paper memory. Seeing someone you love reduced to a flat image, I’d rather not remember them at all.
Still. I sat there looking at the word on the screen … it brought back so many memories. That was his song, and he sang it so very well! Now he is back.
The pond rippled; I remained still. Breathing deep. The stillness had to fill me, become me; I had to become it. My breath, my mind… every cell had to find its stillness and simply, become.
I was still, yet the thoughts and feelings were rushing through me with the thrust of a flooded river.
Dark blue, ripples aren’t there.
Darkness covers the sky, the light only revealed by the glow of the silent moon.
Your hair is curly and dark, your eyes are deep and speak, your smile catches me off balance. I am still here in your embrace.
Thinking how did we get here, get so lucky. As you grasp onto my arms gently I can only appreciate how I long to be here with you.
We are still, we do not speak, but we are not silent.
Two months later and you’re gone. I am still, I do not speak, I am silent.
This is still not my time. It’ll never be my time. I am immortal. There isn’t really a place for me in this world, but I’m still here. It wasn’t really by choice. I was bitten and you can’t get that curse taken away. It’s stuck forever.
And when the water was still and the air was still and the earth was still, she swore she could still feel him here. She could hear his voice echo still across the meadow, she could feel his steps cross still to her, she could see him still towering above her at the pond’s edge, catching her eye in the still glassy surface. If the world was still for just a moment, she swore he was still… but still, he lay still in a pine box, still as… still as he was still still, more still than the restless pond, more still than the whispering wind, more still than the shifting earth. And still she sat still and wished he was still still beside her.
Don’t move. Don’t even breathe, she said. If you do, they’ll see you and they’ll eat you. I can’t have that. I can’t have that happen again. So shut up, hold your breath, and stay quiet. You’ll be sorry if you don’t and I’ll be sorrier because I’ll never see you again. Your mother will kill herself and you’re gonna make me take care of this all by myself. I can’t do this on my own, kids.
Be still, let it go.
The song plays in my head – Kelly Clarkson, one of her best.
I picture us – him and me. Sitting. Laughing. Kissing.
I feel an ache in my heart I haven’t experienced since he left. It almost makes it worse that he didn’t leave by choice – he had to go. And then, every day, I wait for someone to knock on my door, tell me he’s gone.
I just wait.
I am still searching for the right person, “the one”. Why am I still alone in this world?
sitting silently on the grass next to him i look up at the crisp blue autumn sky, wondering what has coem from this. we have never been like this, but yet this has happened. we are saying goodbye, though we never thought we would. we are crazy about one another, yet the time is not right. So we sit there, silently a tear threatening to escape my eye. still.
to be calm, without chaos. Something I wish I knew more of. A stillness is way of being or living you life. One that brings peace. To be still is to be tranquil
My mind is still. For the first time in my life, everything has fallen into place. No thinking is required it just is. And the fact is, it’s perfect. My life is still, because I have found you. There is only me and you in this world, and the rest is still.
Why am I here? Do you know? Huh!! Tell me please where I am!! It is very important for me to know this!
I’m still here. I’m still feeling. I’m still wishing, I’m still hoping. You’re still the same. You’re still beautiful. You’re still the asshole that believes they did nothing wrong. You’re still here.
i’m still, you’re still.
I’m still here! are you still there?
i’m always here.
you’re ALWAYS there? that must suck.
no, i like it here, otherwise i would choose to go somewhere else. i can choose, you know?
I remember waking up and 7 am and just being still with you. It was cold outside and the air bit the triangle of thigh not covered by blanket. It was grey and the night had gone away despite our wishes and kisses but the morning had still come. I wanted to stay and be still with you until everything in the world stopped.
It is still thursday afternoon. I am still sitting in the same place. I am still wishing I was elsewhere. I am still replaying your words in my mind. I am still staring at the clock. I am still contemplating too much. I am still nervously twirling my hair. I am still regretting things I never said. I am still wishing my thoughts to be silent. I am still wishing my heart to be still. I am still going to see the world through open eyes. I am still praying to a God I will always believe in. I am still dreaming. I am still hoping. I am still believing.
Still is how she sat. Its how she talked, with words that rang out and silenced others, yet not out of wonder. She stilled fears and pangs, yet excitement as well. It was a still demeanor, attitude. And she never knew how to inspire.
Still, I wondered whether he heard me as I called forth to him that I loved him. He never acknowledged it, but I feel like he just knows… I froze, as still as a statue.. waiting for the response. But never, even to this day, have I got one.
“Don’t move,” he whispered in my ear, “I’ll be right back.”
And yet another promise was broken. The promise was broken, and so was my heart. All I wanted was for him to love me the way that I loved him, but I guess that still isn’t meant to be.