Transformations. Transformers. Change. We’d all like to change. Transform into something – something better, something more beautiful, more satisfying, from a caterpillar to a butterfly. From a rock to a monkey. From sadness to joy. From bad to good.
Transform.
Trans-form.
You change your form. You change and then reform.
Transform.
to believe in something to become a bigger person to grow into something glorious and powerful. Something beautiful, to evolve. To hatch into a new being, To become a higher student
To transform is to become something different, something new. It is to change forms physically, spiritually, mentally. Transforming is to become something other. Everyone transforms. We transform from children to young adults, from young adults to adults. We transform from living to dead.
I want to be transformed within my soul. God is the way, the truth, and the life, and he has claimed that I will be able to be a new person in which my whole mindset, thoughts, and actions will be renewed by his spirit and grace. I am thankful that he has allowed me to stay under his covering and pray that he keeps me my whole life. Transformation within me is only possible if i stay true to my promises because God is waiting on the other side welcoming me with open arms.
could morph into anything as if you were once a child then next thing you know you are full grown man, or you could transform into a beast not physically bu inside, so many possibilities
Transformation is change, but that change is not always for the better. To transform is to fundamentally remake yourself, but, as well, there is a chance for things to go wrong. If life is good and you can be content–why transform? Too many people believe that a transformation will finally make them happy, when their happiness could be obtained all around them.
Transform me. Change me. Make me a new person. It’s like making me into clay and remolding me. Or casting me into a mold. Like making a new ring from the old metal parts that you scavenged after it rusted over the first time.
Transform. Change. Give new meaning. Make sunrises count, sunsets matter. Give the old photograph a new meaning.
Transform your life into something extraordinary. Don’t be afraid to live outside of the box and don’t be afraid to express yourself however you feel is necessary. Transformation is a good thing because we as people are always improving.
I would like to transform to be something beautiful, like a butterfly without fear of frightening human things. I wish it was so easy as to wish and transform, to be nothing in the dark vaccuum of consciousness for long seconds before you emerge unrecognizable without the memories of an uncertain past. To be weightless, to be empty, to be completely different from whatever pain hurt you before, to be utterly free. I wish it was so easy.
I never thought about it before now, but as I awoke in the early morning to the thump of my own wings on my bedposts, I was convinced I really was doing it. I was transforming. I had only read the words from the book in hopes of growing closer to the creatures, not becoming one of them.
transform life into something extraordinary. Make it worth while. Transform yourself into a better person and you shall transform the world into a better life. Transformation is all around so transform.
i’d like to see you transform into another creature right before my eyes. i’d like to see you transform this room into a palace. i’d like to see fountains of water gush from a magic wand held between the teeth of a unicorn and a pegasus as they light the fairytale. i’d like a happy ending for us.
i have transformed from being a very sensitive person to a strong person. this trasformation has happened in the course of time and is really a good one.. it is helping me a lot in my career, life and in all aspects.
there are times when situations transform you into the being you are most afraid of, but truly need to be in order to fight off those fears that nibble within you. there are reasons why transformations are necessary to support you. if you are afraid to grasp the moment when its in your reach, forget about grasping it ever…cos that moment will do nothing but run away from you and your life and your existence.
The change was sweet. It was a pain, a grueling pain that enveloped you when it came. But, oh, the pain was sweet. And when the transformation was complete, the night called to senses I never had before the change. Oh, how sweet was the change.
I know he’s following me. I just know it. As I move from the tower, I’m one with the crowd. People surround me and I do what I was trained to do.
I transform into one of the tourists.
“Where is he?” I asked into my intercom.
The voice in my ear was too calm, too unconnected. “He’s looking for you.”
Quickly, I decide what to do. I stop to buy a bag of peanuts. Sliding onto an empty bench, I watch the other tourists, smiling at the children, throwing peanuts at the birds.
I am one of the tourists. But somewhere deep inside of me, I can still hear the way he said it. All the hope, pain, fear, joy, love, and sadness evident in the use of my nickname. “Mia?”
When he goes the opposite direction of my bench, I say, “Clear?”
“Clear. Job well done. Rendezvous at the bridge.”
I believe to transform you have to encounter someone who can transform you, namely God. His mercy transforms you from the inside out. Romans 12:1-2 – read it.
i want to be somebody, i want to transform myself into someone that everyone will love someone who is worthy of what she is being given in this world and i do not know how im supposed to do it i want to be beautiful and smart and wanted and i want to be loved i do not know how to be these things because for one i can not love myself and for two people do not understand the person that my father made me. it is beyond confusing and i absolutely despise it and hate that people do not get me.
Breath in. Breath out. It’s all I can tell myself as I transform before my very own eyes. My solidarity is slipping, and I feel insanity crawling into the corners. The people I’ve known–the ones I love most–depress and sadden me with their small world view. They cannot see beyond the hours in the day. And I want to know where I’ve been to make me feel this oh so very strange way.
butterflies are the embodiment of transformation…they start out as a pupa and become something beautiful…that is the essence of life we all evolve into a higher level of existence.
Oh how id like to transform
Let my body disappear into something else
Or someone else, granted im safe
Just to feel the difference
A transformation for the better
To be an venture as guiltless and free
Like a bird Swaying from tree to tree
Like a hare bouncing among the field
Like a person who cannot feel
A transformation is something that changes you. something similar to the metamorphosis of a butterfly. you can transform anything, as long as you have some imagination. self-transformations are often the hardest things to do, but they are not impossible. it would be nice if we could transform the world. :)
As I stood in front of the mirror, light streaming through my penthouse window, I stared at the tears flowing down my face. This was wrong. I felt it. This wasn’t who I was meant to be. I had dreams, damnit! And yet, here I was, my husband’s dead hand clasped in mine, transforming before my eyes.
people always talk about transforming themselves.. I don’t believe in that.. people just add and change and take away from themselves.. we will never ever be completely changed because we always carry things from our past..
this reminds me of what im supposed to do but cant. i keep making bad decisions and i keep messing up but i dont know what to do to change this. theres so much stuff i want to get done, shit i still have to do, but where to i get the determination to do it? will i go to college? i dont know the answers yet.
change….. and its something everyone does over the course of their lifetime……… but its not something you can force them to do………… it’s their choice and no one can force them……….
the first thing i think of is butterflies, they are the best at natural transformation.
although i guess we all transform one way or another- there are endless possibilities…. but some of us just stay the same. how boring.
i’d want to continually evolve and become the best version of me i possibly could.
transforming into something wonderful, helpful and just perfect and peaceful to be around….. happy inside and it shows out. always smiling, appriciative of all, and just at peace and at one with myself and in tune with mother nature.
I want to transform. I want to be something nobody has ever seen before. They haven’t heard of me because before they met me, I didn’t exist. I want to be a person who fits into spaces that are supposed to be contradictory. I want to be someone who is loved and understood and accepted for reasons other than fitting into boxes. I want to be respected for my individuality. I want to be me.
transform makes me think about transformers the robots. i don’t know. like shiny stuff made of metal that’s hovering around space looking for their cube of power. makes me wonder why the earth is always the target for alien invasion. i mean isn’t there another planet somewhere?
Transformation is an expectancy of life. You can not live and not transform. Your personality develops, your emotions, your being. It all must transform in order to become you.
A catipillar in quiet slumber closes her eyes and sleeps, wrapped in a womb of transformation, not knowing what she has in store for the next morning. This is her last moment with herself…
The moon was full. He saw it and realized, “Oh no!” he said.
Now this isn’t the type of cliche story where the moon is full and he turns into a werewolf.
It’s nothing like that. But believe me something does happen.
Eventually there comes a time when we transform. From what we used to be to what we are now. How many times it happens throughout our life, who knows. We are always transforming. Sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad.
Over time you watch yourself transform. From one manifestation of who you are into another. Each different, better? Its hard to tell. Are you going in the right direction? Are you going towards yourself? Or somewhere else…
I can feel my skin pressing against my muscles and bones. I can taste my own blood in my mouth. I can acknowledge all the reality of myself. I cannot, however, determine if who I am is who I am or if its just the person that everyone else has molded me to be.
Its hard to be free of such expectations. Its hard to find the right combination of self. The combination that doesn’t make the skin on your neck crawl as another’s eyes skitter across you, quietly in-taking all the information on who you are…because if who you are is who you are than it shouldn’t matter.
Just really though.. How is one supposed to know if the person that they think they are really is the person they are?
I’m ready to shape shift, to move into to a new Now. I want to get to that place where the action is as easy and instantaneous as the thought.
Transformations. Transformers. Change. We’d all like to change. Transform into something – something better, something more beautiful, more satisfying, from a caterpillar to a butterfly. From a rock to a monkey. From sadness to joy. From bad to good.
Transform.
Trans-form.
You change your form. You change and then reform.
Transform.
Without a thought,
Without a choice.
I begin to transform,
As quiet as mice.
I feel the changes,
I feel the chances.
to believe in something to become a bigger person to grow into something glorious and powerful. Something beautiful, to evolve. To hatch into a new being, To become a higher student
To transform is to become something different, something new. It is to change forms physically, spiritually, mentally. Transforming is to become something other. Everyone transforms. We transform from children to young adults, from young adults to adults. We transform from living to dead.
I want to transform into some kind of flying creature. That way whenever things get rough I can fly away into the clouds. Transformation to whimsy.
I want to be transformed within my soul. God is the way, the truth, and the life, and he has claimed that I will be able to be a new person in which my whole mindset, thoughts, and actions will be renewed by his spirit and grace. I am thankful that he has allowed me to stay under his covering and pray that he keeps me my whole life. Transformation within me is only possible if i stay true to my promises because God is waiting on the other side welcoming me with open arms.
could morph into anything as if you were once a child then next thing you know you are full grown man, or you could transform into a beast not physically bu inside, so many possibilities
Transformation is change, but that change is not always for the better. To transform is to fundamentally remake yourself, but, as well, there is a chance for things to go wrong. If life is good and you can be content–why transform? Too many people believe that a transformation will finally make them happy, when their happiness could be obtained all around them.
Transform me. Change me. Make me a new person. It’s like making me into clay and remolding me. Or casting me into a mold. Like making a new ring from the old metal parts that you scavenged after it rusted over the first time.
Transform. Change. Give new meaning. Make sunrises count, sunsets matter. Give the old photograph a new meaning.
Transform your life into something extraordinary. Don’t be afraid to live outside of the box and don’t be afraid to express yourself however you feel is necessary. Transformation is a good thing because we as people are always improving.
I would like to transform to be something beautiful, like a butterfly without fear of frightening human things. I wish it was so easy as to wish and transform, to be nothing in the dark vaccuum of consciousness for long seconds before you emerge unrecognizable without the memories of an uncertain past. To be weightless, to be empty, to be completely different from whatever pain hurt you before, to be utterly free. I wish it was so easy.
I never thought about it before now, but as I awoke in the early morning to the thump of my own wings on my bedposts, I was convinced I really was doing it. I was transforming. I had only read the words from the book in hopes of growing closer to the creatures, not becoming one of them.
transform life into something extraordinary. Make it worth while. Transform yourself into a better person and you shall transform the world into a better life. Transformation is all around so transform.
i’d like to see you transform into another creature right before my eyes. i’d like to see you transform this room into a palace. i’d like to see fountains of water gush from a magic wand held between the teeth of a unicorn and a pegasus as they light the fairytale. i’d like a happy ending for us.
i have transformed from being a very sensitive person to a strong person. this trasformation has happened in the course of time and is really a good one.. it is helping me a lot in my career, life and in all aspects.
there are times when situations transform you into the being you are most afraid of, but truly need to be in order to fight off those fears that nibble within you. there are reasons why transformations are necessary to support you. if you are afraid to grasp the moment when its in your reach, forget about grasping it ever…cos that moment will do nothing but run away from you and your life and your existence.
The change was sweet. It was a pain, a grueling pain that enveloped you when it came. But, oh, the pain was sweet. And when the transformation was complete, the night called to senses I never had before the change. Oh, how sweet was the change.
I know he’s following me. I just know it. As I move from the tower, I’m one with the crowd. People surround me and I do what I was trained to do.
I transform into one of the tourists.
“Where is he?” I asked into my intercom.
The voice in my ear was too calm, too unconnected. “He’s looking for you.”
Quickly, I decide what to do. I stop to buy a bag of peanuts. Sliding onto an empty bench, I watch the other tourists, smiling at the children, throwing peanuts at the birds.
I am one of the tourists. But somewhere deep inside of me, I can still hear the way he said it. All the hope, pain, fear, joy, love, and sadness evident in the use of my nickname. “Mia?”
When he goes the opposite direction of my bench, I say, “Clear?”
“Clear. Job well done. Rendezvous at the bridge.”
i don’t have any idea how to do this. perhaps my writing will start to flow soon, start to change into something understandable and with purpose.
I believe to transform you have to encounter someone who can transform you, namely God. His mercy transforms you from the inside out. Romans 12:1-2 – read it.
i want to be somebody, i want to transform myself into someone that everyone will love someone who is worthy of what she is being given in this world and i do not know how im supposed to do it i want to be beautiful and smart and wanted and i want to be loved i do not know how to be these things because for one i can not love myself and for two people do not understand the person that my father made me. it is beyond confusing and i absolutely despise it and hate that people do not get me.
Breath in. Breath out. It’s all I can tell myself as I transform before my very own eyes. My solidarity is slipping, and I feel insanity crawling into the corners. The people I’ve known–the ones I love most–depress and sadden me with their small world view. They cannot see beyond the hours in the day. And I want to know where I’ve been to make me feel this oh so very strange way.
butterflies are the embodiment of transformation…they start out as a pupa and become something beautiful…that is the essence of life we all evolve into a higher level of existence.
Oh how id like to transform
Let my body disappear into something else
Or someone else, granted im safe
Just to feel the difference
A transformation for the better
To be an venture as guiltless and free
Like a bird Swaying from tree to tree
Like a hare bouncing among the field
Like a person who cannot feel
A transformation is something that changes you. something similar to the metamorphosis of a butterfly. you can transform anything, as long as you have some imagination. self-transformations are often the hardest things to do, but they are not impossible. it would be nice if we could transform the world. :)
As I stood in front of the mirror, light streaming through my penthouse window, I stared at the tears flowing down my face. This was wrong. I felt it. This wasn’t who I was meant to be. I had dreams, damnit! And yet, here I was, my husband’s dead hand clasped in mine, transforming before my eyes.
people always talk about transforming themselves.. I don’t believe in that.. people just add and change and take away from themselves.. we will never ever be completely changed because we always carry things from our past..
He stands, looking at his soft hands, as they rapidly transform into the claws of a monster.
this reminds me of what im supposed to do but cant. i keep making bad decisions and i keep messing up but i dont know what to do to change this. theres so much stuff i want to get done, shit i still have to do, but where to i get the determination to do it? will i go to college? i dont know the answers yet.
change….. and its something everyone does over the course of their lifetime……… but its not something you can force them to do………… it’s their choice and no one can force them……….
the first thing i think of is butterflies, they are the best at natural transformation.
although i guess we all transform one way or another- there are endless possibilities…. but some of us just stay the same. how boring.
i’d want to continually evolve and become the best version of me i possibly could.
transforming into something wonderful, helpful and just perfect and peaceful to be around….. happy inside and it shows out. always smiling, appriciative of all, and just at peace and at one with myself and in tune with mother nature.
I want to transform. I want to be something nobody has ever seen before. They haven’t heard of me because before they met me, I didn’t exist. I want to be a person who fits into spaces that are supposed to be contradictory. I want to be someone who is loved and understood and accepted for reasons other than fitting into boxes. I want to be respected for my individuality. I want to be me.
transform makes me think about transformers the robots. i don’t know. like shiny stuff made of metal that’s hovering around space looking for their cube of power. makes me wonder why the earth is always the target for alien invasion. i mean isn’t there another planet somewhere?
Transformation is an expectancy of life. You can not live and not transform. Your personality develops, your emotions, your being. It all must transform in order to become you.
A catipillar in quiet slumber closes her eyes and sleeps, wrapped in a womb of transformation, not knowing what she has in store for the next morning. This is her last moment with herself…
The moon was full. He saw it and realized, “Oh no!” he said.
Now this isn’t the type of cliche story where the moon is full and he turns into a werewolf.
It’s nothing like that. But believe me something does happen.
Eventually there comes a time when we transform. From what we used to be to what we are now. How many times it happens throughout our life, who knows. We are always transforming. Sometimes for the good, sometimes for the bad.
Over time you watch yourself transform. From one manifestation of who you are into another. Each different, better? Its hard to tell. Are you going in the right direction? Are you going towards yourself? Or somewhere else…
I can feel my skin pressing against my muscles and bones. I can taste my own blood in my mouth. I can acknowledge all the reality of myself. I cannot, however, determine if who I am is who I am or if its just the person that everyone else has molded me to be.
Its hard to be free of such expectations. Its hard to find the right combination of self. The combination that doesn’t make the skin on your neck crawl as another’s eyes skitter across you, quietly in-taking all the information on who you are…because if who you are is who you are than it shouldn’t matter.
Just really though.. How is one supposed to know if the person that they think they are really is the person they are?
Change, dare to be someone else. Everybody is playing the same game. There’s more than just one you.