Waste away the years wishing. Acting not. Hope is lost upon the sullen mind when actions lay by the wayside. Heartless and joyless. Wish not on dreams, follow your dreams and all the secrets will be known.
I was driving for a long time yesterday. Wishing the snow/rain/hell storm would stop already. Wishing the pain that was slowly making its way into my hips and up my back would back the hell off. Wishing I knew what your hair and skin smelled like as you lay against me. I had a lot on my mind while driving, I sure did.
Wishing. I’m always wishing something. Wishes don’t really exist though. When you wish upon a star, nothing happens. When you wish on your birthday, nothing happens. And so far I’ve never found a magic lamp with a genie inside. But people are always wishing. Wishing is real; wishes aren’t.
Wishing the madness would never end. Follow the starless night to the perimeter and gaze into the abyssal wonders. The truth awaits you in its eternal love.
Her heart started beating as she entered the room. She had seen him there a few days ago, he’d helped her with some pictures. And so she came back, hoping to see him again. Wishing to get a second chance to say something.
He wasn’t there. No one was there. Defeated, she sat down. And then, he walked in.
WIshing I had more time to write like this. Wishing I had more than a bowl of cereal at bedtime to make it through the night. Wishing I had more sleep. Wishing that my life did not seem full of wishing these days. Wishing on a star or wishing secretly over my daughter’s shoulder when she throws a penny into the fake duck pond at the grocery store. Wishing that life was full of moments of truth.
I am wishing I was falling into the blackness of her heart loving me – wishing it was true, or blue, or glue that we could snort into our brains to keep all the sensibilities together with the sensitivities and proclivities of youthful naivety. It is these feelings that we explore in earnest stupidity/curiosity/foolishness, following the ebb and flow of our hearts beating currents.
Wishing is what I do every single night. I wish for love. I wish at 11:11. I wish over train tracks. I wish under tunnels. and all I ever wish for is a boyfriend who will love me and one day become my husband. i wish to find my soulmate. I wish for love. Love love love. Wishing hurts, but it’s all I have…
it’s fun. if you tell someone your wish it won’t come true. you can wish on shooting stars, birthday cakes, new year’s, and when you throw pennies in fountains. you shouldn’t wish with genies because they might twist your wish. usually if you wish for small things, they come true. oh! and you can wish when you blow all the seeds of dandy lions. or however you spell that.
wishing is hoping for the best, but first understanding the possibilities of the worst. wishing is believing that the best is possible; that my boyfriend WILL coming back from Afghanistan alive.
Wishing is part of every persons life. i probably wish too much. we wish for things we dont have, but sometimes i think life would be easier if i was more content with what i am already blessed with. wishing is easy to do though as a kid and certainly as a young adult.
Wishing is something a child does. When you mature, wishing can only become hoping. From hoping, comes despair. And then, all you have left is to wish.
i wish upon a star,m wherever you are light and cold and grey – i like you wishing anyway. I would wish for the heavn and world, no i wish for you in my arms as less likely as you can be – mine forever, but I will just keep wishing, that all i can do,… cause it doesent count or hurt.
There were three friends who met each other once a year in a secluded wood. Two had known each other from childhood; the third they had met at university. Their meeting was a boys’ affair, complete with barbeques, hunting and fishing.
Im sick of wishing for you. Something I can’t have. Someone I can’t have. Sick of being so far away. Wishing for little moments with you. Wishing for little touches. Wishing for little smiles. Wishing for anything, even a friendship with you. I’d be happy just to meet you.
I want to write about my boyfriend, because wishing is hopeful and magical and calming and peaceful – all of which reminds me of him. But wishing doesn’t fit, because he is real, and comforting, and I don’t have to wish. He’s already here for me. He’s fulfilled my wish.
i wish i could change the world, i wish i could save people, i wish i could have more motivation. i never know what to wish for when blowing out my candles, and i always end up wishing for the dumbest thing like love.
wish. swish. bathwater. warm. in the tub. rub a dub dub. plastic boat with frayed edges. three different ducks. bubbles. Bubbles. BUBBLES!! warm warm water. turn on the spout. more warm water! gurgling. burbling. swishing. wishing. wishing for a bath at 18.
Why do people wish? On eyelashes, on candles, on freaking four littles ones. It’s ridiculous. It’s… vapid. I’m not a pessimist. I have wishes. But I make them happen. I don’t use candles to make everything happen. You need to get a hold of yourself, and make it happen.
wishing is magical. and by that I mean that it allows us to transcend the moment we are in – or to prolong it, if it is favorable – by considering beyond all reason that placing our hope on some vague but promising chance some desire we hold will come true. wishing is impossible. impossibly magical.
Every day Theodore sat at the edge of the pond, throwing quarters in. Every coin he threw, he tapped to his forehead, kissed, circled three times in the air and threw in. He knew this would bring him love, success, and longevity. Twenty years later, destitute, ragged, homeless and alone, he found himself on the edge of that same pond, merely wishing to have his quarters back.
I sat on my bed, with Seventeen and GL magazines spread around me, wishing I were prettier, were fitter, might find a guy to kiss, had more money to spend, knew how to apply makeup, knew how to mix clothes, lived in a city, could drive a car, were a professional kisser… I’m glad there were no stars about, because THOSE were silly wishes for foolish reasons.
I wish, I wish I want to be free the sun and moon and stars above agree with me. I dance, I dance around my room wishing wishing to be free but never can I be.
I fall down to my knees sorrow over coming me.
then I know i am free, free to be what I want to be.
And No one will ever stop me
Except Me…
Oh how he wished he’d brought his camera to capture the moment and savor the flavor. To drink in the deep scent, the visceral gore laid raw on the table, packaged and bundled onto piles of plastic bags. Oh how he wished he’d brought his camera out with him on tonight’s prowl.
Wishing? Wishing is for wimps. I don’t want to wish! I want to bend him to my will. I want to make him suffer. I want him to feel the way I feel. I want too…”Yes honey?” “I’ll be right there.” “I’ll fix it.”
– So, what you’re telling me is . . .
– yes, that’s correct, Three wishes, and you can wish for anything you can-
– I want a bigger penis.
*Poof*
– There how’s that?
– Not bad. But make it bigger.
* Poof*
– Now?
– Nice! But, I think I can make it a little bigger.
*Poof*
– How’s that?
– Ah, yea, that’s a little too big. Can you shrink it down, just a bit?
– Nope. You’re out of wishes.
– Damn.
She walked toward the wishing well, knowing that it was fraud. It was something she had done since she was child and every time she passed it she couldn’t help but to throw in a penny and make a wish. She never expected it to come true, since none of her wishes came true from years before but she did. Just like she did when she was child, she held the coin in a tight fist close to her heart, closed her eyes as tight as her fist, made her wish, kissed the coin, then tossed it into the well.
i like to wish on starts even though nothing will ever come of them. It makes for a child like experience. To wish it to hope and without hope there is no real point to achieve anything. Wishing takes us from reality and puts us into something more.
i wish i had a million dollars. i would do so much i would help so many people! it would be amazing, i could do SO much. i would open up a homeless shelter and educate people about how to get a job and buy them clothes and such. it would be so fulfill my life and so many others.
Wishing. wishing on a star, wishing on a coin in a well, and even wishing to myself as you sit across from me. I can see you through the steam my coffee cup emits and there I am again, wishing. Wishing you could see feel about me all the things I feel about you.
Sometimes it’s all you can do. Eleven eleven never works. Look at the time, but you’re still on that bridge, in that car, on that plane, and it’s still in working order. Sometimes all you can do is wish for it. It’s easier than it looks. But what else can you do when other than death, all you can wish for is him?
wishing. something that you do when you want something. you love. mostly about love. about things that might happen. that have happened to other people that you can’t really see happening to yourself but you want it to anyway. something you do when you don’t care what the odds are… just to see yourself in that immense happiness. love. its about love.
Wishing makes me think of candles & birthdays & 11:11 & stars & tunnels & pennies & fountains. So many things to make wishes on, yet i feel like none of them work. at least, they never have for me. Sigh. But yet I continue to wish.
Never letting her frozen white hand leave the black, cedar-scented wood casket, she listened to the Brass Band behind her, preaching old ’20s blues and Daddy’s favorite jazz (with the obligatory Amazing Grace arrangement thrown in), all the while watching Mama and Nana prostrating themselves before the grave. “It well may be pretty music, daddy, but ah wish you didn’t hafta hear it.”
I look down a wishing well
And see all my dreams gleaming
Silently
Up at me.
I see you vanish in that wishing well
Along with all my cheer
And my faith
And my hope
And my love.
How depressing it must be
To know that you did not hold on to me-
Coinman,
I got to let you be.
Wishing is akin to visualization, which I do believe has some merit. One must see ones self doing something before one can find themselves doing it. I’m going to pick up that glass and fill it with water, wish it so, see it happen in your minds eye, then do it. Wishing can make things happen, just don’t aim too high. :)
I’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with words
I’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with words
I’m wishing for a dream. But why not reality? In a dream I don’t worry. I love everything about me, I’m proud of who I have become and where I am going. It’s too easy to say I could be anyone. I just want to be the best me. I’m wishing for an exciting dream. A dream that takes me to all of the places I’m too scared to visit. I’ll go to New York and walk the streets without clutching my purse to my chest. I’ll leave the country and visit a place that has been stuck in my head since childhood. I’m wishing for a sultry dream. It will be sexy, and daring, and I’ll be unabashed. I’ll wear stalkings and a lace trimmed corset. I won’t care who will see me. I’m wishing for a dream to come true.
Waste away the years wishing. Acting not. Hope is lost upon the sullen mind when actions lay by the wayside. Heartless and joyless. Wish not on dreams, follow your dreams and all the secrets will be known.
I was driving for a long time yesterday. Wishing the snow/rain/hell storm would stop already. Wishing the pain that was slowly making its way into my hips and up my back would back the hell off. Wishing I knew what your hair and skin smelled like as you lay against me. I had a lot on my mind while driving, I sure did.
Wishing. I’m always wishing something. Wishes don’t really exist though. When you wish upon a star, nothing happens. When you wish on your birthday, nothing happens. And so far I’ve never found a magic lamp with a genie inside. But people are always wishing. Wishing is real; wishes aren’t.
Wishing the madness would never end. Follow the starless night to the perimeter and gaze into the abyssal wonders. The truth awaits you in its eternal love.
Her heart started beating as she entered the room. She had seen him there a few days ago, he’d helped her with some pictures. And so she came back, hoping to see him again. Wishing to get a second chance to say something.
He wasn’t there. No one was there. Defeated, she sat down. And then, he walked in.
“You’re back,” he said.
WIshing I had more time to write like this. Wishing I had more than a bowl of cereal at bedtime to make it through the night. Wishing I had more sleep. Wishing that my life did not seem full of wishing these days. Wishing on a star or wishing secretly over my daughter’s shoulder when she throws a penny into the fake duck pond at the grocery store. Wishing that life was full of moments of truth.
I am wishing I was falling into the blackness of her heart loving me – wishing it was true, or blue, or glue that we could snort into our brains to keep all the sensibilities together with the sensitivities and proclivities of youthful naivety. It is these feelings that we explore in earnest stupidity/curiosity/foolishness, following the ebb and flow of our hearts beating currents.
Losing it all.
Wishing is what I do every single night. I wish for love. I wish at 11:11. I wish over train tracks. I wish under tunnels. and all I ever wish for is a boyfriend who will love me and one day become my husband. i wish to find my soulmate. I wish for love. Love love love. Wishing hurts, but it’s all I have…
it’s fun. if you tell someone your wish it won’t come true. you can wish on shooting stars, birthday cakes, new year’s, and when you throw pennies in fountains. you shouldn’t wish with genies because they might twist your wish. usually if you wish for small things, they come true. oh! and you can wish when you blow all the seeds of dandy lions. or however you spell that.
wishing is hoping for the best, but first understanding the possibilities of the worst. wishing is believing that the best is possible; that my boyfriend WILL coming back from Afghanistan alive.
Wishing is part of every persons life. i probably wish too much. we wish for things we dont have, but sometimes i think life would be easier if i was more content with what i am already blessed with. wishing is easy to do though as a kid and certainly as a young adult.
Wishing is something a child does. When you mature, wishing can only become hoping. From hoping, comes despair. And then, all you have left is to wish.
i wish upon a star,m wherever you are light and cold and grey – i like you wishing anyway. I would wish for the heavn and world, no i wish for you in my arms as less likely as you can be – mine forever, but I will just keep wishing, that all i can do,… cause it doesent count or hurt.
There were three friends who met each other once a year in a secluded wood. Two had known each other from childhood; the third they had met at university. Their meeting was a boys’ affair, complete with barbeques, hunting and fishing.
Im sick of wishing for you. Something I can’t have. Someone I can’t have. Sick of being so far away. Wishing for little moments with you. Wishing for little touches. Wishing for little smiles. Wishing for anything, even a friendship with you. I’d be happy just to meet you.
I want to write about my boyfriend, because wishing is hopeful and magical and calming and peaceful – all of which reminds me of him. But wishing doesn’t fit, because he is real, and comforting, and I don’t have to wish. He’s already here for me. He’s fulfilled my wish.
i wish i could change the world, i wish i could save people, i wish i could have more motivation. i never know what to wish for when blowing out my candles, and i always end up wishing for the dumbest thing like love.
wish. swish. bathwater. warm. in the tub. rub a dub dub. plastic boat with frayed edges. three different ducks. bubbles. Bubbles. BUBBLES!! warm warm water. turn on the spout. more warm water! gurgling. burbling. swishing. wishing. wishing for a bath at 18.
Why do people wish? On eyelashes, on candles, on freaking four littles ones. It’s ridiculous. It’s… vapid. I’m not a pessimist. I have wishes. But I make them happen. I don’t use candles to make everything happen. You need to get a hold of yourself, and make it happen.
wishing is magical. and by that I mean that it allows us to transcend the moment we are in – or to prolong it, if it is favorable – by considering beyond all reason that placing our hope on some vague but promising chance some desire we hold will come true. wishing is impossible. impossibly magical.
Every day Theodore sat at the edge of the pond, throwing quarters in. Every coin he threw, he tapped to his forehead, kissed, circled three times in the air and threw in. He knew this would bring him love, success, and longevity. Twenty years later, destitute, ragged, homeless and alone, he found himself on the edge of that same pond, merely wishing to have his quarters back.
I sat on my bed, with Seventeen and GL magazines spread around me, wishing I were prettier, were fitter, might find a guy to kiss, had more money to spend, knew how to apply makeup, knew how to mix clothes, lived in a city, could drive a car, were a professional kisser… I’m glad there were no stars about, because THOSE were silly wishes for foolish reasons.
I wish, I wish I want to be free the sun and moon and stars above agree with me. I dance, I dance around my room wishing wishing to be free but never can I be.
I fall down to my knees sorrow over coming me.
then I know i am free, free to be what I want to be.
And No one will ever stop me
Except Me…
Oh how he wished he’d brought his camera to capture the moment and savor the flavor. To drink in the deep scent, the visceral gore laid raw on the table, packaged and bundled onto piles of plastic bags. Oh how he wished he’d brought his camera out with him on tonight’s prowl.
Wishing? Wishing is for wimps. I don’t want to wish! I want to bend him to my will. I want to make him suffer. I want him to feel the way I feel. I want too…”Yes honey?” “I’ll be right there.” “I’ll fix it.”
– So, what you’re telling me is . . .
– yes, that’s correct, Three wishes, and you can wish for anything you can-
– I want a bigger penis.
*Poof*
– There how’s that?
– Not bad. But make it bigger.
* Poof*
– Now?
– Nice! But, I think I can make it a little bigger.
*Poof*
– How’s that?
– Ah, yea, that’s a little too big. Can you shrink it down, just a bit?
– Nope. You’re out of wishes.
– Damn.
Wishing is not for horses. Well, contrary to popular belief, wishing is also NOT a horse. Or something.
Wishing wells are something Timmy needs to avoid. Or at least have Lassie around when he’s around them.
And, so comes the end of my time…
She walked toward the wishing well, knowing that it was fraud. It was something she had done since she was child and every time she passed it she couldn’t help but to throw in a penny and make a wish. She never expected it to come true, since none of her wishes came true from years before but she did. Just like she did when she was child, she held the coin in a tight fist close to her heart, closed her eyes as tight as her fist, made her wish, kissed the coin, then tossed it into the well.
i like to wish on starts even though nothing will ever come of them. It makes for a child like experience. To wish it to hope and without hope there is no real point to achieve anything. Wishing takes us from reality and puts us into something more.
i wish i had a million dollars. i would do so much i would help so many people! it would be amazing, i could do SO much. i would open up a homeless shelter and educate people about how to get a job and buy them clothes and such. it would be so fulfill my life and so many others.
Wishing. wishing on a star, wishing on a coin in a well, and even wishing to myself as you sit across from me. I can see you through the steam my coffee cup emits and there I am again, wishing. Wishing you could see feel about me all the things I feel about you.
Sometimes it’s all you can do. Eleven eleven never works. Look at the time, but you’re still on that bridge, in that car, on that plane, and it’s still in working order. Sometimes all you can do is wish for it. It’s easier than it looks. But what else can you do when other than death, all you can wish for is him?
wishing. something that you do when you want something. you love. mostly about love. about things that might happen. that have happened to other people that you can’t really see happening to yourself but you want it to anyway. something you do when you don’t care what the odds are… just to see yourself in that immense happiness. love. its about love.
If I had been more brave, I’d have kissed you then. I’d have taken you in my arms and swept you off your feet.
But then, you probably would have stopped talking to me.
But then, we stopped talking anyhow.
I wish we had more time.
Wishing makes me think of candles & birthdays & 11:11 & stars & tunnels & pennies & fountains. So many things to make wishes on, yet i feel like none of them work. at least, they never have for me. Sigh. But yet I continue to wish.
Never letting her frozen white hand leave the black, cedar-scented wood casket, she listened to the Brass Band behind her, preaching old ’20s blues and Daddy’s favorite jazz (with the obligatory Amazing Grace arrangement thrown in), all the while watching Mama and Nana prostrating themselves before the grave. “It well may be pretty music, daddy, but ah wish you didn’t hafta hear it.”
I look down a wishing well
And see all my dreams gleaming
Silently
Up at me.
I see you vanish in that wishing well
Along with all my cheer
And my faith
And my hope
And my love.
How depressing it must be
To know that you did not hold on to me-
Coinman,
I got to let you be.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
Wishing is akin to visualization, which I do believe has some merit. One must see ones self doing something before one can find themselves doing it. I’m going to pick up that glass and fill it with water, wish it so, see it happen in your minds eye, then do it. Wishing can make things happen, just don’t aim too high. :)
I’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with words
I’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with wordsI’m tired of wishing… because after 60 seconds, the wish writing will be over… and I’ll be left with my dreams… empty, like this page was, before I filled it with words
I’m wishing for a dream. But why not reality? In a dream I don’t worry. I love everything about me, I’m proud of who I have become and where I am going. It’s too easy to say I could be anyone. I just want to be the best me. I’m wishing for an exciting dream. A dream that takes me to all of the places I’m too scared to visit. I’ll go to New York and walk the streets without clutching my purse to my chest. I’ll leave the country and visit a place that has been stuck in my head since childhood. I’m wishing for a sultry dream. It will be sexy, and daring, and I’ll be unabashed. I’ll wear stalkings and a lace trimmed corset. I won’t care who will see me. I’m wishing for a dream to come true.