And so there I stood. Speaking not of what’s before nor what is after this moment. Stillness and calmness of the mind. It overtook me and left me there, breathless.
He stood there bound and helplessly watching the love of his life be taken from him. She looked up at him with sorrow spilling over her eyes. A scream echoed from them both as the dagger went through her very soul.
I said I understood, but I didn’t. I just let her talk and talk, without making a sound. It was more effective this way. And I think she understood it, too.
As I stood on the landing, I could see his face perfectly. A severe expression was upon his face, his eyes cold and unmoving. He was focusing on her. Studying her. He let out a cry and hurtled himself at her, knocking her off her feet. The girl was dead by the time she’d hit the ground. He pulled out his knife and started to cut. I ran at that moment. I couldn’t watch anymore.
I stood there alone, depression overwhelming me as I watched the people I spent so much time trying to impress, walk away like I was nothing more than a random stranger off the street.
i stood before the building, terrified to enter. I didn’t know what waited for me inside, and i was both terrified and excited to find out. taking a deep breath, i reached out and opened the door.
he stood up and looked around the unfamiliar room, searching his memory for any fragment that might jog his thoughts on what happened that fateful night 10 years ago. he was right there, but just couldnt make the connection.
He stood in the doorway, as he had so many times before, but this time he rested his hand on the jamb, his posture one of weariness, his face drooping in every line. “I can’t,” he said. “Not this time.”
When he stood there, just looking at me like I had punched him in the gut, I realized what I should have already known. He loved me. He wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but he loved me more than I would ever be loved by anyone else. So I started to cry, not because I was sad but because I was so happy!
I stood at the water’s edge watching the ripples grow from my toes. I couldn’t remember exactly what brought me down to the river that day, but I knew I had to think. There was a lot on my mind and I wanted to sort things out.
I stood at the top of the hill, glaring at the ground before me. It mocked me, and so did its inhabitants. They knew nothing, and wouldn’t until it was too late.
He stood there, looking completely majestic in that pinstripe suit that he knew I favored. I watched as he gave a handsome smile, leaning over to claim his drink and then commenting on the match. Watching him live was my very favorite thing to do, because it was in those moments that I kept falling in love with him.
And I just stood there. I had no idea what to do or say. I don’t even think that I could move. All I could think about is how I lost you. How we’re never going to cross paths ever again.
I stood on the edge of a cliff… wondering. What will I do with the rest of my life? Become a student? A wife? a mother?
And then what?
Then I have committed myself to a life I can’t escape.
There she stood on the side of the road waiting for cars to pass. She needed help because the car had broken down. Maybe she should just go lay in the road and wait. At least the tan would be nice. Shes kinda pasty right now
At the door, we always want more. Sitting there, he stood by me. As I cried they watched with defeat. Nothing could help such poor desperation. They stood by, they wouldnt cry.
i stood on the balchony overlooking the ocean and thought about the consequences of jumping off into the watery abyss, it was not a good idea but at least i knew i was human.
As i stood there looking at the fire as i left the bonfire i knew that my friends’ and my relationship would no longer be the same. I was different. My five week college course had already scuplted my brain and thoughts.
and there stood the statue, gazing down on the town like a guardian. it was solemn, but graceful. gentle, but not lazy. it was there to be gazed upon and enjoyed, but no one spent much time gazing at it. it was there, and it was appreciated, but it wasn’t something one would spend a day admiring.
I stood on the platform waiting for the next train to come. I kept glancing down the tunnel, which is ridiculous since you can hear it loud and clear as it approaches. Maybe spray painting Alan’s apartment black was dumb but I wore gloves and hell, after the way he treated me, he deserved it. He would know I did it of course but proving it was the rub.
My friend stood up for herself tonight, for one of the first times tonight and it didn’t end well.
A fight ensued.
Guilt trips were made.
And in the end, SHE felt horrible.
How does that work?
How is that fair?
How is something that we’re taught to do not work out?
I stood under the tree, soaking up all the shade I could. The heat was overwhelming, and a single drop of sweat ran down my back ever. So. Slowly. When will this hell end? “Never.” said Julian, reading my thought. His sweaty face showed defeat for the first time ever.
As I stood atop the conquered enemies of my mind, I was doing more than creating future soil. It was more than an actual “stand”, it was the act of assertion to meet one’s potential.
i can’t even comprehend the words that he said. i stood there, frozen solid unable to move. stunned by the razor blade words, i buried it deep inside not letting any feeling surface. i stood there as stone and he’ll never know it hit me.
if i stood on the back of a horse i would be in very big trouble since we would probably kick me in the stomach or the face maybe, my mom once had an accident this way, ill never forget how she came home with a big injury in her finger.
Smiling as best I could, I stood there and took her abuse. I took her smart remarks. I took her attitude. I took her abuse. And then I divorced her and took her money.
I’m sitting right now and I spend most of my life sitting. I don’t like standing. My feet hurt when I stand. I know it’s ridiculous and I’m not pregnant but my feet weren’t made to stand for long periods of time. I just like to wear my butt out on three hour bus rides.
As I stood there at the entranceway to my house I was overwhelmed with fear, sadness, and joy all at once. I stood paralyzed from the shackles of my loving family and all the responsibilities they bring.
I was so high up. Just thinking bout everything made me sick to my stomach. “Should I do it?” Looking down and everything below me, moving cars. I suddenly just gave up.
He stood there holding me and i couldnt grasp the fact that it would be my last hug for awhile. i looked down at the ground because nothing would hurt harder than looking into his eyes. it was time to say goodbye.
And so there I stood. Speaking not of what’s before nor what is after this moment. Stillness and calmness of the mind. It overtook me and left me there, breathless.
He stood there bound and helplessly watching the love of his life be taken from him. She looked up at him with sorrow spilling over her eyes. A scream echoed from them both as the dagger went through her very soul.
As a stood there and watched you leave, the inside of me broke down tremendously. And the images floats through my mind daily.
time stood still. in my head you stood there with you’re arm around me.
I said I understood, but I didn’t. I just let her talk and talk, without making a sound. It was more effective this way. And I think she understood it, too.
As I stood on the landing, I could see his face perfectly. A severe expression was upon his face, his eyes cold and unmoving. He was focusing on her. Studying her. He let out a cry and hurtled himself at her, knocking her off her feet. The girl was dead by the time she’d hit the ground. He pulled out his knife and started to cut. I ran at that moment. I couldn’t watch anymore.
one man at the park stood up and said you little you threw a ball at me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
I stood there alone, depression overwhelming me as I watched the people I spent so much time trying to impress, walk away like I was nothing more than a random stranger off the street.
i stood before the building, terrified to enter. I didn’t know what waited for me inside, and i was both terrified and excited to find out. taking a deep breath, i reached out and opened the door.
he stood up and looked around the unfamiliar room, searching his memory for any fragment that might jog his thoughts on what happened that fateful night 10 years ago. he was right there, but just couldnt make the connection.
There he stood. Solemn mania slowly creeping around the fringes of his mind. Insanity quietly etching away at his consciousness.
He stood in the doorway, as he had so many times before, but this time he rested his hand on the jamb, his posture one of weariness, his face drooping in every line. “I can’t,” he said. “Not this time.”
When he stood there, just looking at me like I had punched him in the gut, I realized what I should have already known. He loved me. He wasn’t perfect, not by a long shot, but he loved me more than I would ever be loved by anyone else. So I started to cry, not because I was sad but because I was so happy!
I stood at the water’s edge watching the ripples grow from my toes. I couldn’t remember exactly what brought me down to the river that day, but I knew I had to think. There was a lot on my mind and I wanted to sort things out.
I stood at the top of the hill, glaring at the ground before me. It mocked me, and so did its inhabitants. They knew nothing, and wouldn’t until it was too late.
He stood there, looking completely majestic in that pinstripe suit that he knew I favored. I watched as he gave a handsome smile, leaning over to claim his drink and then commenting on the match. Watching him live was my very favorite thing to do, because it was in those moments that I kept falling in love with him.
And I just stood there. I had no idea what to do or say. I don’t even think that I could move. All I could think about is how I lost you. How we’re never going to cross paths ever again.
I stood and thought of simpler times. As I did I realized things wouldn’t be as easy as they were back then. How I miss being younger.
She stood looking down at the bright bloom of blood that fairly grinned from the cut.
I stood on the edge of a cliff… wondering. What will I do with the rest of my life? Become a student? A wife? a mother?
And then what?
Then I have committed myself to a life I can’t escape.
There she stood on the side of the road waiting for cars to pass. She needed help because the car had broken down. Maybe she should just go lay in the road and wait. At least the tan would be nice. Shes kinda pasty right now
At the door, we always want more. Sitting there, he stood by me. As I cried they watched with defeat. Nothing could help such poor desperation. They stood by, they wouldnt cry.
i stood on the balchony overlooking the ocean and thought about the consequences of jumping off into the watery abyss, it was not a good idea but at least i knew i was human.
As i stood there looking at the fire as i left the bonfire i knew that my friends’ and my relationship would no longer be the same. I was different. My five week college course had already scuplted my brain and thoughts.
There I was, holding the dusk, the last of the sunlight. My eyes were swollen shut and I could still see the light through.
and there stood the statue, gazing down on the town like a guardian. it was solemn, but graceful. gentle, but not lazy. it was there to be gazed upon and enjoyed, but no one spent much time gazing at it. it was there, and it was appreciated, but it wasn’t something one would spend a day admiring.
I stood on the platform waiting for the next train to come. I kept glancing down the tunnel, which is ridiculous since you can hear it loud and clear as it approaches. Maybe spray painting Alan’s apartment black was dumb but I wore gloves and hell, after the way he treated me, he deserved it. He would know I did it of course but proving it was the rub.
My friend stood up for herself tonight, for one of the first times tonight and it didn’t end well.
A fight ensued.
Guilt trips were made.
And in the end, SHE felt horrible.
How does that work?
How is that fair?
How is something that we’re taught to do not work out?
I stood under the tree, soaking up all the shade I could. The heat was overwhelming, and a single drop of sweat ran down my back ever. So. Slowly. When will this hell end? “Never.” said Julian, reading my thought. His sweaty face showed defeat for the first time ever.
He stood in front of me.
“I’m leaving.” He said.
Two words.
Those two lousy words.
I shattered.
As I stood atop the conquered enemies of my mind, I was doing more than creating future soil. It was more than an actual “stand”, it was the act of assertion to meet one’s potential.
i can’t even comprehend the words that he said. i stood there, frozen solid unable to move. stunned by the razor blade words, i buried it deep inside not letting any feeling surface. i stood there as stone and he’ll never know it hit me.
if i stood on the back of a horse i would be in very big trouble since we would probably kick me in the stomach or the face maybe, my mom once had an accident this way, ill never forget how she came home with a big injury in her finger.
so I just stood there…and their words droned on, indistinguishable. I could feel everything just slipping away from me. And in an instant it was gone.
Smiling as best I could, I stood there and took her abuse. I took her smart remarks. I took her attitude. I took her abuse. And then I divorced her and took her money.
I’m sitting right now and I spend most of my life sitting. I don’t like standing. My feet hurt when I stand. I know it’s ridiculous and I’m not pregnant but my feet weren’t made to stand for long periods of time. I just like to wear my butt out on three hour bus rides.
As I stood there at the entranceway to my house I was overwhelmed with fear, sadness, and joy all at once. I stood paralyzed from the shackles of my loving family and all the responsibilities they bring.
There the sheep stood huddled together, not knowing what to make of this inclement weather. They should be used to all this English rain.
I was so high up. Just thinking bout everything made me sick to my stomach. “Should I do it?” Looking down and everything below me, moving cars. I suddenly just gave up.
He stood there holding me and i couldnt grasp the fact that it would be my last hug for awhile. i looked down at the ground because nothing would hurt harder than looking into his eyes. it was time to say goodbye.