Don’t tilt. You’ll slip and then you’ll fall and then you won’t get back up. So just don’t tilt, not even a little bit because you can’t afford to fail.
i like things symmetrical, not topsy turvey. this reminds me of the movie inception, where leo has a top and when it tilts over you know youre in reality. tilt represents a shift in reality?
She watched the blue fluid flow from one end of the hollow rectangular prism to the other. The tiny plastic fish swam from one end to the other, rocking violently as she tilted the plastic container to the left, to the right, then back to the left.
i was at chuck e chees the other day with my daughter. i was having her roll the wooden balls on a game, she stepped on top of it to make the shot as she is getting frustrated. then the message said
Pin ball machines are always tilting. They tilt if you hit them too hard. They tilt at windmills. I drink until I tilt. Then I stand up straight and do it again. Tilt a hurl.
tilt my brain and watch the fluid from an observer’s perspective run rapidly from left to sloshing right, then back, silt gathering, right to rushing left, faster and faster till fluid runs from my ears like a spring creek bubbling over and through softening rock
for me into the calm witless sea of the painless travesties bestowed upon the land of your flesh and gossamer life that tethered you soul to this plane.
Pinball again. What a day. I couldn’t believe I saw that again. Tilt. I was doing fine. Whatever, that’s ok. I think I’ll do better tomorrow. Tilt the cheese. Always on the left. Why can’t it ever be different. If you do this, it looks strange.
Okay, the first thing I would think of is a pinball machine. But what is even more interesting is what I think secondly, and I think of the flat earth (you know, the one that everyone used to believe in) tilting suddenly, spilling the living beings on its surface into the abyss.
Sometime I just don’t feel like I did something right. Usually after I’ve said something wrong, or lost an argument. Or even won an argument. My brain pulses against my forehead, as though I know I’m forgetting something. My nerves twitch up and down my neck. It’s difficult to stand on the ground. I call this the tilt.
Tilting from side to side like a slowing top. One time you’re republican, the next you’re a democrat. Liberalism and democracy spilling all together into a hippie stained splash die. Tilting ’till even up begins to look like down.
The shift of the ship as the other torpedo hit was a bad omen. The tilt was already at 15 degrees, another detonated on the side of the USS California, and she began to roll….
I saw her tilt it and I knew what would happen, but all I could do was watch in horror. Like little shards of glass sparkling to the ground in a violent shatter on the wind. My mind couldn’t comprehend it.
The ship tilted left, as those on board scurried to right the sail. This was not turning out to be the relaxing day on the water most had hoped. First, Thomas had forgotten to bring the drinks. Then the lunch basket was washed overboard, when all were barely off the shore. Now the strong winds were tossing the vessel in the water as if it were a matchstick. Perhaps the situation would improve, but the black clouds in the sky didn’t forebode much positive.
The Tilt-a-Whirl spins and spins and part of her feels like she’s going to throw up, but a bigger part doesn’t care because /he/’s here. He’s sitting beside her grinning at her, mouth stretched form ear to ear, and a wonderful feeling is bubbling up in her chest and really she’s never been happier.
The heavy bookcase tilted very slightly as I leaned against it. These quarters had a very valedictorian air to them, like their inhabitants were of an advanced age which preferred conservativism. My mind couldn’t quite finish processing this as I stepped into the living room to encounter the peculiar trio.
We used to sit in this dirty cafe weekly; almost to a point of ritual. I would always refuse on instinct and always end up with a smile on my face as we stared across from each other, at our spot in the corner booth with the only clean window. A thousand thoughts and memories walked through my mind putting me in to a catatonic state as I move in to a half slumped posture over a half drunk espresso. Now cold, I’m playing with the handle spinning the petite cup on it’s tray counter-clockwise, almost poetically and pathetically trying to go back in time.
My world titled on its axis.
The slightest thing can throw everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve out of alignment and into utter disorder.
Keep everything together, I said, as my dreams drifted apart and blended in with the ashes of my existence.
All I could see was smoke.
I really don’t like see-saws. They’re awkward and require too much legwork. It’s a mean idea for a playground toy. Who was sick enough to invent it? Or leverage for that matter?
she tilted her head to the side when he said those three words
looked him in the eyes – trying to see if she could see truth in them.
she saw they were hazed over and he was smiling – drunk like her.
“tell me that when you’re sober,
when you know you mean it,” she said
with a serious look in her eye; one he respected,
he told her he would.
Full tilt. My student teaching experience is going full tilt just like a roller coaster! I am learning tons and, from one day to the next, my class is like a crazy ride. The students are great but need to be more engaged. They are fun and dynamic and require more digital interaction so that their writing can improve and tilt upward toward in motion. Life is always in motion. Education must continue to move forward, and schools must be a fun, exciting place to learn to love learning. Enjoy the ride!
I had a pinball machine when I was a kid. Well, it wasn’t mine it was really my dad’s but I remember when it would “tilt” and not being able to use it because of that. Our pinball machine was the hit of the neighborhood. My mom on the other hand, hated it.
The tilt of the earth seemed off as I gazed on his beauty and strength. His whole persona threw mine into a tailspin that I was unable to stop. Breathless, I watched as he sauntered across the street. It was him, that guy that caused me so much stress as a child and so many issues as an adult. It was him, and he was still beautiful. Hated but beautiful.
a wheel i like to tilt sometimes when i tilt i fall down fallig down is fun but sometimes it hurts like life i fall down a lot it makes me think im losing my mind a little bit but i don;t think i am but its possible maybe even probable that i am
some days i’m falling.
some days i stand firm.
some days i have hit the ground, smack down, face-first.
I lean this way, I lean that way.
Who will be there to help push me up?
Don’t tilt. You’ll slip and then you’ll fall and then you won’t get back up. So just don’t tilt, not even a little bit because you can’t afford to fail.
I’m tilting. Tilting towards mother earth. Unintentionally, I thought. But maybe mother earth is longing for me?
i like things symmetrical, not topsy turvey. this reminds me of the movie inception, where leo has a top and when it tilts over you know youre in reality. tilt represents a shift in reality?
She watched the blue fluid flow from one end of the hollow rectangular prism to the other. The tiny plastic fish swam from one end to the other, rocking violently as she tilted the plastic container to the left, to the right, then back to the left.
i am tipped over; mountains green and blue and sliding past me, beyond whatever i can grip. i thought they stuck but clearly not.
i was at chuck e chees the other day with my daughter. i was having her roll the wooden balls on a game, she stepped on top of it to make the shot as she is getting frustrated. then the message said
Pin ball machines are always tilting. They tilt if you hit them too hard. They tilt at windmills. I drink until I tilt. Then I stand up straight and do it again. Tilt a hurl.
tilt my brain and watch the fluid from an observer’s perspective run rapidly from left to sloshing right, then back, silt gathering, right to rushing left, faster and faster till fluid runs from my ears like a spring creek bubbling over and through softening rock
for me into the calm witless sea of the painless travesties bestowed upon the land of your flesh and gossamer life that tethered you soul to this plane.
Pinball again. What a day. I couldn’t believe I saw that again. Tilt. I was doing fine. Whatever, that’s ok. I think I’ll do better tomorrow. Tilt the cheese. Always on the left. Why can’t it ever be different. If you do this, it looks strange.
Okay, the first thing I would think of is a pinball machine. But what is even more interesting is what I think secondly, and I think of the flat earth (you know, the one that everyone used to believe in) tilting suddenly, spilling the living beings on its surface into the abyss.
Sometime I just don’t feel like I did something right. Usually after I’ve said something wrong, or lost an argument. Or even won an argument. My brain pulses against my forehead, as though I know I’m forgetting something. My nerves twitch up and down my neck. It’s difficult to stand on the ground. I call this the tilt.
Tilting from side to side like a slowing top. One time you’re republican, the next you’re a democrat. Liberalism and democracy spilling all together into a hippie stained splash die. Tilting ’till even up begins to look like down.
Pinball. What was it about the game that hooked me. Day in, day out. The lights. The noise. The silver ball. My life was out of my control.
The whole word shifts on it’s own axis – my feet aren’t glued to the ground when it happens and I slide, all the way into the thick of the stars.
The shift of the ship as the other torpedo hit was a bad omen. The tilt was already at 15 degrees, another detonated on the side of the USS California, and she began to roll….
I saw her tilt it and I knew what would happen, but all I could do was watch in horror. Like little shards of glass sparkling to the ground in a violent shatter on the wind. My mind couldn’t comprehend it.
the seesaw would tilt. one side to the other. just like that, her heart, her doubts, her love would alter. uncertainty to confidence.
The ship tilted left, as those on board scurried to right the sail. This was not turning out to be the relaxing day on the water most had hoped. First, Thomas had forgotten to bring the drinks. Then the lunch basket was washed overboard, when all were barely off the shore. Now the strong winds were tossing the vessel in the water as if it were a matchstick. Perhaps the situation would improve, but the black clouds in the sky didn’t forebode much positive.
tilt. my personality is tilting and the government pays me to carry a 30lb weapon into combat and kill haj….I wish i was Dead
The Tilt-a-Whirl spins and spins and part of her feels like she’s going to throw up, but a bigger part doesn’t care because /he/’s here. He’s sitting beside her grinning at her, mouth stretched form ear to ear, and a wonderful feeling is bubbling up in her chest and really she’s never been happier.
The heavy bookcase tilted very slightly as I leaned against it. These quarters had a very valedictorian air to them, like their inhabitants were of an advanced age which preferred conservativism. My mind couldn’t quite finish processing this as I stepped into the living room to encounter the peculiar trio.
goes the ship, we slide around and slip, bodies have taken a dip, water is air in this deadly trip
We used to sit in this dirty cafe weekly; almost to a point of ritual. I would always refuse on instinct and always end up with a smile on my face as we stared across from each other, at our spot in the corner booth with the only clean window. A thousand thoughts and memories walked through my mind putting me in to a catatonic state as I move in to a half slumped posture over a half drunk espresso. Now cold, I’m playing with the handle spinning the petite cup on it’s tray counter-clockwise, almost poetically and pathetically trying to go back in time.
Tilt this way or tilt that way. To each his own, I say!
My world titled on its axis.
The slightest thing can throw everything I’ve worked so hard to achieve out of alignment and into utter disorder.
Keep everything together, I said, as my dreams drifted apart and blended in with the ashes of my existence.
All I could see was smoke.
I feel tilted pretty often. On a hill. In my bed when someone next to me is heavier than I am. When I am laying on the floor.
My fish died today, his name was Swarley. He is currently tilted at the bottom of his tank until I take him out.
I have a tilted mind, all the time.
I really don’t like see-saws. They’re awkward and require too much legwork. It’s a mean idea for a playground toy. Who was sick enough to invent it? Or leverage for that matter?
she tilted her head to the side when he said those three words
looked him in the eyes – trying to see if she could see truth in them.
she saw they were hazed over and he was smiling – drunk like her.
“tell me that when you’re sober,
when you know you mean it,” she said
with a serious look in her eye; one he respected,
he told her he would.
Full tilt. My student teaching experience is going full tilt just like a roller coaster! I am learning tons and, from one day to the next, my class is like a crazy ride. The students are great but need to be more engaged. They are fun and dynamic and require more digital interaction so that their writing can improve and tilt upward toward in motion. Life is always in motion. Education must continue to move forward, and schools must be a fun, exciting place to learn to love learning. Enjoy the ride!
tip me over, flip me upside down, but baby I cant tilt you cause I’m lookin like a clown.
I had a pinball machine when I was a kid. Well, it wasn’t mine it was really my dad’s but I remember when it would “tilt” and not being able to use it because of that. Our pinball machine was the hit of the neighborhood. My mom on the other hand, hated it.
The tilt of the earth seemed off as I gazed on his beauty and strength. His whole persona threw mine into a tailspin that I was unable to stop. Breathless, I watched as he sauntered across the street. It was him, that guy that caused me so much stress as a child and so many issues as an adult. It was him, and he was still beautiful. Hated but beautiful.
when i escape into writing, time slows down and the world seems to disappear around me. i dont see or hear, i just think. and write. and repeat.
The world starts and stops each day, with no regard for it’s creations. We all stop to stare at the stars with full regard for it’s immensity
life is a tilt. tilting in every direction. sadness falls…. and then it’s gone.
The steering wheel tilted around to the left. Without thinking I reached and tilted it forward which caused the car to go out of control.
move your body to the side. the earth’s orbit.
a wheel i like to tilt sometimes when i tilt i fall down fallig down is fun but sometimes it hurts like life i fall down a lot it makes me think im losing my mind a little bit but i don;t think i am but its possible maybe even probable that i am
some days i’m falling.
some days i stand firm.
some days i have hit the ground, smack down, face-first.
I lean this way, I lean that way.
Who will be there to help push me up?