I stood on the corner of the street. Where I stood, I did not know. But it was a corner and from there I would go. Days passed as I walked, as I knew that I would, and in the end I returned to the place where I stood.
i stood next to a tree
the tree stood under a cloud
and the cloud stood floating in the deep blue sky
the Sun stood high in the sky
my cat stood next to me purring
i stood and watched the days go by without thinking
so i stood here, thinking. i thought, i want to write a novel. i want to be the author people relate to. and even if they dont, i want them to embrace my written word. so, heres my attempt to make you embrace me. problem is, 60 seconds isnt enough to tell a life story. but this is only round 1.
As I stood in the dark streets, tears filled my eyes as you walked away down the discolored pavement. Crying not because you were leaving, but because I knew you didn’t mean anything to me: and that it was me who’d been fooled the entire time. I’m not going to apologize though, because you did me wrong before I even knew what to expect. It’s been a year without you and now I stand with people who really love me.
I stood there so many people watching me. I BELTED OUT the tunes the music the melody. I felt endlesss like i was behind a glass box and nobodyt could touch.
Stood. Er stand da und war ganz aus Wood. Robin. Nie gesehen vorher. Er will jetzt nicht angesprochen werden. Er steht und steht sich die Beine in den Bauch. Seine Goldringe sind schwarz von der vielen Feuchtigkeit und dem Schlamm.
We looked over the cliff, fingers locked together and eyes locked on the horizon. You brushed the hair from my forehead with your free hand.
“This is what it feels like to be a moving picture,” you whisper.
She stood in line at the grocery store of death. In her basket were the requisite pomegranates and a bone knife. She also had mascara (waterproof) and jelly beans. When it was her turn to be rung up, the cashier looked at her sadly. “You have too many items.” She put back the pomegranates and paid. No one helped her to her car.
Stood is the past tense of ‘stand’. For example, if I am standing in my bedroom right now, then in 5 minutes decide to leave, I will have ‘stood’ in my room five minutes previously. Get it? Makes a whole lot of sense, doesn’t it?
I stood up and looked around. No danger was apparent, but I still had an unnerving feeling that raised the hairs on my neck. I sat back down. Everything went black, and I woke up before the pearly gates.
I stood in the doorway of my beloved’s apartment. She didn’t even try to hide herself, there was blood on the walls and ceiling, and what was left of her beautiful figure layed sprawled across the living room floor.
Where I stood.
Past tense. I’m trying not to think in past tense, because then I get….tense.
I want to forget where I stood and stand a little, or sit or sing or run or flllyyyyyyy….I don’t want to be a person who once stood somewhere and spent the rest of her life thinking about that moment.
Why stand by watching? If your verb was stood, did you really do anything? Not much, I’d say. It’s not a pretty word, stood. Not at all…it sounds unattractive and annoying, and maybe it’s supposed to sound unappealing. Maybe we should want another verb, and maybe that one means we were just in the way of stronger verbs waiting to happen…
I stood at the edge of the cliff, breathing in the salty, stinging air, too afraid to open my eyes and look down at my neverending grave. Not exactly the Jewish cemetery my mother had in mind.
i stood in the middle of that room. that blank room. my eyes closed. my hands clenched. my soul closed. closed to the world. I stood alone. I stood for i don’t know how long. i. just. stood.
He stood in the doorway, his shadow casted across the floor eternally. He stared at me with his sad, blue eyes and as he closed the door I heard him mumble something under his breath. It was too late for me to tell him, the door was closed. He had said his goodbye, and all the while he’d never know I was awake, watching him through teary eyes.
He stood apart from the other men- dressed entirely in blue, a little too tall and with sleeves a little too short, shoes a little too scuffed. His tie didn’t quite match his outfit. Bright yellow, so it was hard to say if it would match any outfit.
i jsut stood there and watched you leave that night. I tried to make sense of the whole situation that we have both fallen very deeply into; but, i just cant wrap my mind around it.
I stood there, just thinking. Watching. Not believing. How could I? I couldn’t move, couldn’t blink, couldn’t do anything. Just stood there. My thinking level was gone and all I wanted to do was walk out. But i couldn’t. At all. It was the most wretched thing I’ve ever don.
the only thing that comes to mind is standing still and being afraid of moving all i want to do is go forward but feel trapped in quicksand with no options or outlets to release my passion all i really want in life is happiness and instead i feel like im standing here waiting.
as i stood in the doorway, i watched him walk out of my life. it was the most heartbreaking thing i could ever imagine. but i knew i had to keep going. keep breathing. because tomorrow could be the best day of my life.
As she stood next to him she could feel it
The draw, the pull, the unspoken desire
It may be cliche but it was there the moment she saw him
Fresh off the plane
The energy between them
She stood on the top of the stump, and surveyed her kingdom. The dolls were thrown in clumps and heaps around the sandbox. Three paper kittens, battered and worn, were lined up to attention. She was in charge, no matter what her brother had said. But where were her shoes?
I stood upon the top step, wondering if I should rush down or saunter. What would be perceived as the proper thing to do? I wanted to hurry. But I didn’t want to appear too eager.
you had me just standing there
so i stood there all fucking day
looking stupid
all day
you never called
never said you couldn’t
never said you wouldn’t
make it
so i can’t take it
nor stand here
anymore
As I stood in front of him, staring into his eyes, I knew I would never feel the same about anyone again – no one would ever cause me to feel so beautiful and wanted and hopelessly in love again.
I stood there as if I’d forgotten how to walk. “You–you gave it away?” That stone wasn’t ordinary. Yet she had thought it was.
“Yeah…” She frowned. “Is that…bad?”
“Bad? That’s an understatement. Now that it could be anywhere, it could fall into the wrong hands…” My mouth went dry. The stone’s magic was only for those who understood it. If the wrong person got hold of it, chaos would ensue.
I had to get it back.
I stood up from a balcony and stood there staring out at the night sky. He stood up beside me and gave me a hug from behind. He gave me a kiss as we stood there.
He stood up abruptly, his chair wobbling for a moment from the force before it settled back down again. “I… I have to go.”
“Wait!” the other boy cried out, stumbling up and out of his own chair.
I stood high on the mountain and heard the voice calling me. I understood for the first time what He meant. He told me to stay, stay he would hold me forever.
I stood in the hallway as he was throwingg his things in boxes. He was leaving me, leaving us. I hated him. How could he? My life was over. The kids wouldn’t have a father. I, no husband. This was the end.
I stood on the corner of the street. Where I stood, I did not know. But it was a corner and from there I would go. Days passed as I walked, as I knew that I would, and in the end I returned to the place where I stood.
i stood next to a tree
the tree stood under a cloud
and the cloud stood floating in the deep blue sky
the Sun stood high in the sky
my cat stood next to me purring
i stood and watched the days go by without thinking
She stood in the middle of an empty room full of mirrors. Clutched in her hand was an iron rod.
he stood on the market store. he shared his story and i died of fear. blood was cold and wind was under my feet. i flew. never letting go of the ect
so i stood here, thinking. i thought, i want to write a novel. i want to be the author people relate to. and even if they dont, i want them to embrace my written word. so, heres my attempt to make you embrace me. problem is, 60 seconds isnt enough to tell a life story. but this is only round 1.
As I stood in the dark streets, tears filled my eyes as you walked away down the discolored pavement. Crying not because you were leaving, but because I knew you didn’t mean anything to me: and that it was me who’d been fooled the entire time. I’m not going to apologize though, because you did me wrong before I even knew what to expect. It’s been a year without you and now I stand with people who really love me.
stood there. alone. hoping for some stranger to come home. looking forward to the unknown…
I stood there so many people watching me. I BELTED OUT the tunes the music the melody. I felt endlesss like i was behind a glass box and nobodyt could touch.
Stood. Er stand da und war ganz aus Wood. Robin. Nie gesehen vorher. Er will jetzt nicht angesprochen werden. Er steht und steht sich die Beine in den Bauch. Seine Goldringe sind schwarz von der vielen Feuchtigkeit und dem Schlamm.
We looked over the cliff, fingers locked together and eyes locked on the horizon. You brushed the hair from my forehead with your free hand.
“This is what it feels like to be a moving picture,” you whisper.
She stood in line at the grocery store of death. In her basket were the requisite pomegranates and a bone knife. She also had mascara (waterproof) and jelly beans. When it was her turn to be rung up, the cashier looked at her sadly. “You have too many items.” She put back the pomegranates and paid. No one helped her to her car.
I stood there waiting for you, and you never came. The sun coming down hard, and I still wait for you.
Stood is the past tense of ‘stand’. For example, if I am standing in my bedroom right now, then in 5 minutes decide to leave, I will have ‘stood’ in my room five minutes previously. Get it? Makes a whole lot of sense, doesn’t it?
I stood up and looked around. No danger was apparent, but I still had an unnerving feeling that raised the hairs on my neck. I sat back down. Everything went black, and I woke up before the pearly gates.
I stood in the doorway of my beloved’s apartment. She didn’t even try to hide herself, there was blood on the walls and ceiling, and what was left of her beautiful figure layed sprawled across the living room floor.
Where I stood.
Past tense. I’m trying not to think in past tense, because then I get….tense.
I want to forget where I stood and stand a little, or sit or sing or run or flllyyyyyyy….I don’t want to be a person who once stood somewhere and spent the rest of her life thinking about that moment.
From where she stood there was only one way out. At least that’s how she saw it. She only wished he was standing right beside her.
A passive verb. Stood.
Why stand by watching? If your verb was stood, did you really do anything? Not much, I’d say. It’s not a pretty word, stood. Not at all…it sounds unattractive and annoying, and maybe it’s supposed to sound unappealing. Maybe we should want another verb, and maybe that one means we were just in the way of stronger verbs waiting to happen…
I stood at the edge of the cliff, breathing in the salty, stinging air, too afraid to open my eyes and look down at my neverending grave. Not exactly the Jewish cemetery my mother had in mind.
i stood in the middle of that room. that blank room. my eyes closed. my hands clenched. my soul closed. closed to the world. I stood alone. I stood for i don’t know how long. i. just. stood.
He stood in the doorway, his shadow casted across the floor eternally. He stared at me with his sad, blue eyes and as he closed the door I heard him mumble something under his breath. It was too late for me to tell him, the door was closed. He had said his goodbye, and all the while he’d never know I was awake, watching him through teary eyes.
He stood apart from the other men- dressed entirely in blue, a little too tall and with sleeves a little too short, shoes a little too scuffed. His tie didn’t quite match his outfit. Bright yellow, so it was hard to say if it would match any outfit.
i jsut stood there and watched you leave that night. I tried to make sense of the whole situation that we have both fallen very deeply into; but, i just cant wrap my mind around it.
I stood there, just thinking. Watching. Not believing. How could I? I couldn’t move, couldn’t blink, couldn’t do anything. Just stood there. My thinking level was gone and all I wanted to do was walk out. But i couldn’t. At all. It was the most wretched thing I’ve ever don.
the only thing that comes to mind is standing still and being afraid of moving all i want to do is go forward but feel trapped in quicksand with no options or outlets to release my passion all i really want in life is happiness and instead i feel like im standing here waiting.
as i stood in the doorway, i watched him walk out of my life. it was the most heartbreaking thing i could ever imagine. but i knew i had to keep going. keep breathing. because tomorrow could be the best day of my life.
She stood her ground, this time
But how long would it last?
One phone call
One sweet word
One look
And she would fall apart
Fall all over again
As she stood next to him she could feel it
The draw, the pull, the unspoken desire
It may be cliche but it was there the moment she saw him
Fresh off the plane
The energy between them
She stood there, mouth agape, looking for all the world like she was screaming, but no sound escaped her lips
She stood on the top of the stump, and surveyed her kingdom. The dolls were thrown in clumps and heaps around the sandbox. Three paper kittens, battered and worn, were lined up to attention. She was in charge, no matter what her brother had said. But where were her shoes?
I stood upon the top step, wondering if I should rush down or saunter. What would be perceived as the proper thing to do? I wanted to hurry. But I didn’t want to appear too eager.
you had me just standing there
so i stood there all fucking day
looking stupid
all day
you never called
never said you couldn’t
never said you wouldn’t
make it
so i can’t take it
nor stand here
anymore
thanks a fucking lot.
Stood.
As I stood in front of him, staring into his eyes, I knew I would never feel the same about anyone again – no one would ever cause me to feel so beautiful and wanted and hopelessly in love again.
I stood there as if I’d forgotten how to walk. “You–you gave it away?” That stone wasn’t ordinary. Yet she had thought it was.
“Yeah…” She frowned. “Is that…bad?”
“Bad? That’s an understatement. Now that it could be anywhere, it could fall into the wrong hands…” My mouth went dry. The stone’s magic was only for those who understood it. If the wrong person got hold of it, chaos would ensue.
I had to get it back.
I stood up from a balcony and stood there staring out at the night sky. He stood up beside me and gave me a hug from behind. He gave me a kiss as we stood there.
He stood up abruptly, his chair wobbling for a moment from the force before it settled back down again. “I… I have to go.”
“Wait!” the other boy cried out, stumbling up and out of his own chair.
I was hoping today’s word would be “frustrated”! I stood in line all f*cking morning waiting for something!
I stood high on the mountain and heard the voice calling me. I understood for the first time what He meant. He told me to stay, stay he would hold me forever.
I stood in the hallway as he was throwingg his things in boxes. He was leaving me, leaving us. I hated him. How could he? My life was over. The kids wouldn’t have a father. I, no husband. This was the end.