he stood at the top of the stairs, knwoing it was his last chance to nut up or shut up. she waltzed in through the front door, wearing the most beautiful red dress he had ever seen. he couldn’t help but feel light-headed as he grasped the banister to gain his balance. it was now or never
He stood at attention as the coffin was carried by, draped with the flag. He cleared his mind of thoughts, memories, images of that day. The sun was bright. The crowd was silent.
I stood there, alone and a need for explanation, and i just think that i will miss you and your bones from here on out, even though we hate each other.
I once stood in the center of a room and just stared at my surroundings. It was epic. considering the room was an obvious hazard to the existance of life. it was a morgue.
i stood in the hall. alone and quite frankly- lost. stood up, i stand out- like a sore thumb that is. so here’s my question for the day: when i’m stood up and i fall down, do i stand back up on my own, or does someone else have to stand me up again?
He stood with his back to the wind, blowing bubbles and watching them fly away. I couldn’t imagine what about them transfixed him so, but perhaps I was on the wrong side to tell. After he built them and let them go, I was left fighting the wind to catch them, and they always popped on my hand.
I stood on the chair, trying to reach those candy apples mom had hidden on top of the fridge. They looked so delicious! Why oh why did we have to wait until tomorrow night, the Halloween party to eat them?
Covered in gooey caramel and sprinkled with tiny chocolate sprinkles, I just had to sink my teeth into one!
i stood means a lot of things. It has connotations of being alone in the world which is a bit depressing isn’t it. I mean if there is a person you enjoy the company of you’d rather be ‘sat’ or ‘chilling’ but ‘stood’? No.
Get up, walk around. Maybe go somewhere. The corner store is probably open, but I don’t really feel like going there. I hear they have good sandwiches, but I’m not really hungry.
she stood there. she laughed, but she still stood there. she picked a booger our of her nose while she stood there. she ate macaroni and cheese as she stood over the kitchen sink. standing is all she could do
I stood near the rail, waiting for you – they say that people fall in love when there is danger involved, bridges over rushing water meet the criteria. and so I meet you on the bridge in May when the water is high.
I was goin down bout 10 miles way down where that thing there was and we all looked up and stood up and would you know that man was standin there like a stump and had all that stuff all up on it and we was all ho HO and he stopped and stood and like a man unknown he did shed a small tear.
he stood on the platform. waiting for her.
the wind from the train blew on his face as a gentle reminder of nature void in the city.
he realized he missed her.
I stood up and stretched my legs. I had grown tired. It has been too long. Days are running into nights. I will never finish. Always plugging away and never taking breaks. This has got to stop. Fear and anxiety spread over me. I
The boy stood rooted to the spot, a doughty old english past tense of a word: stood firmly, held his ground, made a stand. He understood theimplications of his stance, in the shade in a stand of oaks
yeah she stood up and said what she had to say,to make the world understand that she was not guilty.She knew that the price to save herself was:selling her friendship
I stood my ground with the folks from Special Ed and Samuel has gotten, more or less, what he needed. They can’t provide the most appropriate for him because they don’t have it but the more I know them, the more I know we are primarily all humans doing what we need to do. I would like to know all of them more, and for them to know all of me more because this would help our students, our children, the future.
There she stood with her red dress on, vibrant and alone, waiting for something magical to happen, but nothing did. It was a Thursday and boats were passing on the bay and the wind was blowing in her auburn hair…
How often, oh how often,
In the days that had gone by
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed at the moon and sky…
by Longfellow.
Favorite poem…read it…unforgettable.
“tell my old timer,”i began,”how long have you been on ‘one word’?” “since ‘ott three.of course i’ve been under different names,different identities.i’ve even been here when it wasn’t.wrote on my own blog ‘stead of the sight fer a while,too.but i’ve stood the test of time.”
I stood at the feet of the goddess Athena and wondered how far we have come- from worshipping wisdom to worshipping fear. From seeking understanding through our imaginations to delegating our decisions to those who don’t think.
I stood and the time tuck slowly… Tick tock. Just standing there with complete and utter bordom in my eyes. Oh, just another day in this long summer where i’m alone. I carried on standing in silence.
And as he stood there he wondered why such an oddity could grow in the middle of the desert and yet still be sweet in contrast to the rough dry landscape all about him.
There I stood, the rain falling all around me as he drove away in that shiny black car. all I can remember was the night I sat in the passengers seat and e stroked my back while i cried endless tears. I would miss him and hisid car, his too- big hands, his unsure smile.
attempting to make sense of the thousand shrunken hills, the magic in the casting of their shadows. patterns in the rippling effect, footprints where giants stood, the only trace now left, call Ozymandias to bed. coax me to consume, begging to become, another grain in the dune, another particle’s sum.
I stood in front of the church thinking should I go in and rejoin the Catholics. My daughter do not want to because of the religion classes and the time it would take.
he stood at the top of the stairs, knwoing it was his last chance to nut up or shut up. she waltzed in through the front door, wearing the most beautiful red dress he had ever seen. he couldn’t help but feel light-headed as he grasped the banister to gain his balance. it was now or never
He stood at attention as the coffin was carried by, draped with the flag. He cleared his mind of thoughts, memories, images of that day. The sun was bright. The crowd was silent.
I stood there, alone and a need for explanation, and i just think that i will miss you and your bones from here on out, even though we hate each other.
she stood on the ledge. her toes dangled. the water below looked cool and dark and deep and wonderfull.
I once stood in the center of a room and just stared at my surroundings. It was epic. considering the room was an obvious hazard to the existance of life. it was a morgue.
i stood in the hall. alone and quite frankly- lost. stood up, i stand out- like a sore thumb that is. so here’s my question for the day: when i’m stood up and i fall down, do i stand back up on my own, or does someone else have to stand me up again?
He stood with his back to the wind, blowing bubbles and watching them fly away. I couldn’t imagine what about them transfixed him so, but perhaps I was on the wrong side to tell. After he built them and let them go, I was left fighting the wind to catch them, and they always popped on my hand.
I stood on the chair, trying to reach those candy apples mom had hidden on top of the fridge. They looked so delicious! Why oh why did we have to wait until tomorrow night, the Halloween party to eat them?
Covered in gooey caramel and sprinkled with tiny chocolate sprinkles, I just had to sink my teeth into one!
i stood means a lot of things. It has connotations of being alone in the world which is a bit depressing isn’t it. I mean if there is a person you enjoy the company of you’d rather be ‘sat’ or ‘chilling’ but ‘stood’? No.
where i once stood is gone. a floating sheet of ice adrift.
Long since melted i long….
Get up, walk around. Maybe go somewhere. The corner store is probably open, but I don’t really feel like going there. I hear they have good sandwiches, but I’m not really hungry.
have you
understood
everything
what eyes
are you
looking through
where do you stand
from where do you view
where have you stood
she stood there. she laughed, but she still stood there. she picked a booger our of her nose while she stood there. she ate macaroni and cheese as she stood over the kitchen sink. standing is all she could do
I stood there, and I waited
for an hour and 15,
and if I had my druthers,
I’d screw that chimpanzee.
I stood near the rail, waiting for you – they say that people fall in love when there is danger involved, bridges over rushing water meet the criteria. and so I meet you on the bridge in May when the water is high.
I was goin down bout 10 miles way down where that thing there was and we all looked up and stood up and would you know that man was standin there like a stump and had all that stuff all up on it and we was all ho HO and he stopped and stood and like a man unknown he did shed a small tear.
he stood on the platform. waiting for her.
the wind from the train blew on his face as a gentle reminder of nature void in the city.
he realized he missed her.
I stood up and stretched my legs. I had grown tired. It has been too long. Days are running into nights. I will never finish. Always plugging away and never taking breaks. This has got to stop. Fear and anxiety spread over me. I
there he stood. she thought he looked even better than usual, his dark hair flowing, jeans ripped, with a cigar in his mouth.
i stood and waited and waited but you never came, story of my life
The boy stood rooted to the spot, a doughty old english past tense of a word: stood firmly, held his ground, made a stand. He understood theimplications of his stance, in the shade in a stand of oaks
There I stood, waiting, watching — what is the point…. so much activity — wtf, so everything is heading to the grave.
I know it, there is love, there is purpose, there is magnificent beauty in infinity — there is GOD
yeah she stood up and said what she had to say,to make the world understand that she was not guilty.She knew that the price to save herself was:selling her friendship
he stood seven feet tall. was it the mushrooms? maybe, probably cuz no one has a head that small on a frame that big
I stood my ground with the folks from Special Ed and Samuel has gotten, more or less, what he needed. They can’t provide the most appropriate for him because they don’t have it but the more I know them, the more I know we are primarily all humans doing what we need to do. I would like to know all of them more, and for them to know all of me more because this would help our students, our children, the future.
There she stood with her red dress on, vibrant and alone, waiting for something magical to happen, but nothing did. It was a Thursday and boats were passing on the bay and the wind was blowing in her auburn hair…
How often, oh how often,
In the days that had gone by
I had stood on that bridge at midnight
And gazed at the moon and sky…
by Longfellow.
Favorite poem…read it…unforgettable.
Feet firm on the ground; eyes glaring back; fists clenched.
She stood there, staring at me.
“tell my old timer,”i began,”how long have you been on ‘one word’?” “since ‘ott three.of course i’ve been under different names,different identities.i’ve even been here when it wasn’t.wrote on my own blog ‘stead of the sight fer a while,too.but i’ve stood the test of time.”
I stood at the feet of the goddess Athena and wondered how far we have come- from worshipping wisdom to worshipping fear. From seeking understanding through our imaginations to delegating our decisions to those who don’t think.
there he was! He stood at the door waiting for the doctors to finish the operation. soon he would be a father. a father of a baby girl.
I stood and the time tuck slowly… Tick tock. Just standing there with complete and utter bordom in my eyes. Oh, just another day in this long summer where i’m alone. I carried on standing in silence.
so, here we are
there we were
there is progress
even if
i can’t put my
foot on it
because we’re
still moving
on away
forward
And as he stood there he wondered why such an oddity could grow in the middle of the desert and yet still be sweet in contrast to the rough dry landscape all about him.
There I stood, the rain falling all around me as he drove away in that shiny black car. all I can remember was the night I sat in the passengers seat and e stroked my back while i cried endless tears. I would miss him and hisid car, his too- big hands, his unsure smile.
attempting to make sense of the thousand shrunken hills, the magic in the casting of their shadows. patterns in the rippling effect, footprints where giants stood, the only trace now left, call Ozymandias to bed. coax me to consume, begging to become, another grain in the dune, another particle’s sum.
I stood in front of the church thinking should I go in and rejoin the Catholics. My daughter do not want to because of the religion classes and the time it would take.
I stood at the top of the mountain, looking down, do I jump? It would end my life, no doubt. There I stood. Do I jump?
If you had stood up for yourself
I wouldn’t have to do this
Try to make a reason why I should pull you through this
Since they stood up for you, you might never know
I stood in the rain, thinking I must have forgotten something.
And then everything went black.
Wait, did I forget the time? Is it night? Or maybe I´m blind. I wish I could remember.