living without family members is very hard. living without food is something that is harder , i dont understand why some people will starve themselves when in fact people around the world are dying of hunger. we as a society waste a lot of foodm when other people dont not have anything .
Without can have many meanings and feelings involved.
I don’t know what other people may think, but without to me is a feeling.
A negative feeling in some aspects,
and a positive feeling in others.
With you, this world is a bright place. Everyday feels like a blessing, a sacred treasure I never want to give up. Without you, there is a void that can never be filled, a hole that streches miles.
without you what is the world going to be like? six years full of abuse and screaming and bruises and we have less than a week left together before I run away and god I love you and remember when I swore to protect you forever and some days you’re so sweet but I’m doing this for both of us please don’t hate me please don’t die
without night there is no day. without evil there is no good. without lies there is no truth. without pain there is no pleasure. without sadness there is no happiness. without tears there is no laughter.
being without is like being with. it just all depends on what it is exactly… sometime being without is better than being with. without is being deprived… of something good, or something bad. without you.
While I havent decided if I want to be with you, I know for a fact I cannot be without you. So where does that leave me? Us? I don’t know the leaving is something I can bear, but I do know that staying is draining everything we both have to give.
I am without you. Alone here I stay every night, waiting. Sometimes I sleep and I dream. I dream dreams of places far away. Places I’ve been to. Places I want to go back to. Places that only you are keeping me from. I don’t complain; I sit here in the dark and ponder you. I think about how you get off thinking you’re so god damn high and mighty. So up there in the world. And then I see it. A picture in my mind. It’s you and then I see all the people around you. At first, people you’ve spent years with, and then people you or I have never seen. They admire you. Their numbers grow. Content with your ego slowly eating away at everything you ever wanted, you smile, you laugh, you caress the crowd with your happiness at their admiration. They creep closer. They take what you have to give; not much. And then they dry up your resources. Your smile turns flat. Your eyes lose the light they had shown so brightly. The people begin to disperse. Only your closest friends are left, and then I open my eyes. There you are, standing over me. I heard you open the door, but I was entranced with my own small spot of jealousy for you. You kiss me and smile. We’re both happy that you’re here, but neither of us are happy that I’m here. You want to run off with your friends. I want to run off with mine, only mine left me already. Maybe you just got into that huge stretch of sudden fame? I was there. I know how it works. They’ll love you. They’ll eat you up. They’ll take anything you have to offer, and then they’ll be gone, and they wont come back. Perhaps a few will stick around; one or two, but ultimately, you’ll be left with nothing. Nothing but me. That’s right. I’ll still be here. I’ll be that one or two left. And you’ll be glad that I stuck around even after all the bullshit. You’ll be happy that I’ve loved you since day one. You’ll be glad I’m here. And when you piss me off enough to make me leave, you’ll miss me. In the end, you will be the one “without”.
Without her, he felt strange. Which was a strange thing in itself, since he was much more comfortable being alone. Mostly. But now that she was in his life, solitude didn’t sit quite right with him. He kept looking at his phone, was struck by the desire to call her in the oddest hours of the night… Only writing silenced his nervous need, and even then bits of her found their way onto the paper.
Without you, I wouldn’t have a life
I wouldn’t have any sun without you
I wouldn’t have happiness
I would be alone
I would be without everything
I would be sad
Others would have more
But I would have nothing
I would be completely without
(I actually had no idea we only had 60 seconds…whoops! Today you get an extra long one I guess!)
5 things I can’t live without:
1. My best friends.
They keep me sane in this messed up town. They’ve been there for me no matter what. We have made so memories laughing until we cry, eating out, walking around town, listening to music, sneaking out at night, being kids, and growing up. High school is full of hard times and trying new things. I love them all like brothers and sisters, and I’m glad I get to spend every minute of it with them.
2. Music.
My family history has a wide musical past, and it runs in my blood. Listening to music and playing instruments lets me express the creativity I have built up inside me that other activities I am stuck doing every day don’t let me show. I love the rush I get when I discover a new song, a new band, a new artist. I love live concerts; I love feeling the drum beat in my chest and embracing the music with my entire body. Music has got me through so much.
3. Soccer.
I’ve played soccer since I was 4 years old. Not only has it kept me in shape for so many years, but soccer (and many other sports for that matter) is actually proven to widen your intellectual abilities as well. I was never really good at it until I was about 11, because before that I had a history of actually really terrible, discouraging coaches. Soccer has helped build my confidence so much and taught me never to give up. It’s also helped me make a lot of friends, especially when I first moved to Mission and had none. I don’t even mind if we have to play a game in the pouring rain, I love this sport with all my heart.
4. Family.
I probably have one of the most overall functional families ever. We have our problems sometimes, but I love knowing that I have a home where it’s safe, a privilege many don’t have. It’s never been abusive, my parents aren’t alcoholics (and hardly ever even have a drink for that matter), and nobody has ever even tried drugs. Yes, my parents had me extremely young. My mom never even wanted kids (lol). But they planned everything very well, and owned their own at 23. I really like being home, and I love that all my friends love coming to my house simply for the enjoyment of interacting with my hilarious dorky family, where they will always be safe.
5. Colour.
It is proven that without vibrant colours, a person can become quite depressed. Especially in the winter. (It’s actually called Seasonal Affective Disorder, my father and I both have a little bit of it). My entire childhood, I always had a brightly painted room of yellows, lime greens, and violets. All the rooms in my house are always painted brightly as well, because everyone needs colour in their life. Wear it, paint it, live it. Because sometimes the world can be a dark place.
“Just trying to find some color in this black and white world.”
1. My best friends.
They keep me sane in this messed up town. They’ve been there for me no matter what. We have made so memories laughing until we cry, eating out, walking around town, listening to music, sneaking out at night, being kids, and growing up. High school is full of hard times and trying new things. I love them all like brothers and sisters, and I’m glad I get to spend every minute of it with them.
2. Music.
My family history has a wide musical past, and it runs in my blood. Listening to music and playing instruments lets me express the creativity I have built up inside me that other activities I am stuck doing every day don’t let me show. I love the rush I get when I discover a new song, a new band, a new artist. I love live concerts; I love feeling the drum beat in my chest and embracing the music with my entire body. Music has got me through so much.
3. Soccer.
I’ve played soccer since I was 4 years old. Not only has it kept me in shape for so many years, but soccer (and many other sports for that matter) is actually proven to widen your intellectual abilities as well. I was never really good at it until I was about 11, because before that I had a history of actually really terrible, discouraging coaches. Soccer has helped build my confidence so much and taught me never to give up. It’s also helped me make a lot of friends, especially when I first moved to Mission and had none. I don’t even mind if we have to play a game in the pouring rain, I love this sport with all my heart.
4. Family.
I probably have one of the most overall functional families ever. We have our problems sometimes, but I love knowing that I have a home where it’s safe, a privilege many don’t have. It’s never been abusive, my parents aren’t alcoholics (and hardly ever even have a drink for that matter), and nobody has ever even tried drugs. Yes, my parents had me extremely young. My mom never even wanted kids (lol). But they planned everything very well, and owned their own at 23. I really like being home, and I love that all my friends love coming to my house simply for the enjoyment of interacting with my hilarious dorky family, where they will always be safe.
5. Colour.
It is proven that without vibrant colours, a person can become quite depressed. Especially in the winter. (It’s actually called Seasonal Affective Disorder, my father and I both have a little bit of it). My entire childhood, I always had a brightly painted room of yellows, lime greens, and violets. All the rooms in my house are always painted brightly as well, because everyone needs colour in their life. Wear it, paint it, live it. Because sometimes the world can be a dark place.
“Just trying to find some color in this black and white world.”
without the sun, life as we know it would cease to exist. plants would die out, and crops would fail leaving animals and humans without food. the sun will, eventually, go into supernova and stop giving off light – not within our lifetime, but eventually.
depressing, isn’t it?
Without feeling connected, I feel like the world has no meaning. I need close relationships, and the only way I know how to get them scares the hell out of me. I get so scared, that sometimes, I’d rather leave this world than do what I feel like I have to do to connect with meaning.
without…
we all learn to live without “something” throughout our lives. And I have learned to live without him. Its not a fact I’m proud of, just simply the truth. I wish things could change, but I’m learning, slowly everyday, to live without.
Without peanut butter there would be no peanut brittle and then the world and all its inhabitants would be thankful to go without this disgusting treat.
Going without water for these past few hours, watching her lips curl into themselves, and seeing the sun grow older and older before me.. I think I felt the water jump out of my skin. I think I saw it laugh as it leapt off my forehead and onto the pavement.
I RAN WITHOUT MY PANTS ON DOWN THE DREARY ROAD AT NIGHT. IT WAS QUITE COLD BUT I PERSERVERED IN MY QUEST TO OBTAIN THE UNSCENTED BAR SOAP FROM THE PHARMACY.
OH, FUCK YOU LIFE, FUCK YOU UNTO THE END OF TIMES WHEN I SHALL HAVE SOAP IN THE AFTERLIFE….
without you I’m not myself, I’m all alone, i can’t be without your love, your kindness. There’s many things I need, and you’re on of them. Please stay with me forever. You’re the most amazing person I know, I can’t live without you.
Without — possibly the saddest word in the English language. Seeing it alone at the top of the screen like that seems to exacerbate the effect it has on me… one of loneliness… despair… futility….
It’s ridiculously cheesy, but now that I’ve met him, I simply can’t imagine what I’d do without him. I don’t suppose I need him, not really; as in, I wouldn’t /die/ if he weren’t here, but I think I would come very close.
Im here without, wondering where youv gone. do you think of me, as i think of you? everynight trying to sleep im lost without you. i miss you terribly.. why did you leave?
The heart loves without knowing why. It only beats and beats if only in time with the things that it doesn’t understand. Almost isolated it feels so strange and alone. It’s not too complex, but it would like to think it’s meaningful.
Without a care. That is how I would like to go through life sometimes – instead of the constant borage of inner dialog that whips me moment to moment. The what ifs, if onlys and why did I say that. Just shut up already.
You without a what or a where or a when, would make you who you long to be, but it wouldn’t be with a me.
living without family members is very hard. living without food is something that is harder , i dont understand why some people will starve themselves when in fact people around the world are dying of hunger. we as a society waste a lot of foodm when other people dont not have anything .
Without can have many meanings and feelings involved.
I don’t know what other people may think, but without to me is a feeling.
A negative feeling in some aspects,
and a positive feeling in others.
With you, this world is a bright place. Everyday feels like a blessing, a sacred treasure I never want to give up. Without you, there is a void that can never be filled, a hole that streches miles.
Without a thought she ran down the stairs, opened the door and ran out into the rain. Nothing could keep her from that horizon.
without you what is the world going to be like? six years full of abuse and screaming and bruises and we have less than a week left together before I run away and god I love you and remember when I swore to protect you forever and some days you’re so sweet but I’m doing this for both of us please don’t hate me please don’t die
without night there is no day. without evil there is no good. without lies there is no truth. without pain there is no pleasure. without sadness there is no happiness. without tears there is no laughter.
being without is like being with. it just all depends on what it is exactly… sometime being without is better than being with. without is being deprived… of something good, or something bad. without you.
Without you, I know I would be better off.
Without you, I might not know where I am headed.
But without you, I will be okay.
without brings to mind depravation and absence of something necessary. however we can learn from going without, or sometimes being without..
I DONT KNOW I DONT LIKE THIS PROMPT. GO AWAY.
Being without
implies you once had something
implies there is something to miss
a friend
a hobby
a good book
anything, everything
being without means we are alone
and that is the worst enemy of them all
but why?
Why are we so afraid to be alone
To be without for a little while?
For, isn’t it true
Only when we are alone
Do we see who we truly are
Without
Maybe that’s what we’re afraid of
us
While I havent decided if I want to be with you, I know for a fact I cannot be without you. So where does that leave me? Us? I don’t know the leaving is something I can bear, but I do know that staying is draining everything we both have to give.
to be without happiness is one of my greatest fears.
She had gone without a pen before, but never for so long. She didn’t realize how much she needed to write things down until she couldn’t.
without it id be a great souled man
with it id be nothing.
and i am therefore empty.
I am without you. Alone here I stay every night, waiting. Sometimes I sleep and I dream. I dream dreams of places far away. Places I’ve been to. Places I want to go back to. Places that only you are keeping me from. I don’t complain; I sit here in the dark and ponder you. I think about how you get off thinking you’re so god damn high and mighty. So up there in the world. And then I see it. A picture in my mind. It’s you and then I see all the people around you. At first, people you’ve spent years with, and then people you or I have never seen. They admire you. Their numbers grow. Content with your ego slowly eating away at everything you ever wanted, you smile, you laugh, you caress the crowd with your happiness at their admiration. They creep closer. They take what you have to give; not much. And then they dry up your resources. Your smile turns flat. Your eyes lose the light they had shown so brightly. The people begin to disperse. Only your closest friends are left, and then I open my eyes. There you are, standing over me. I heard you open the door, but I was entranced with my own small spot of jealousy for you. You kiss me and smile. We’re both happy that you’re here, but neither of us are happy that I’m here. You want to run off with your friends. I want to run off with mine, only mine left me already. Maybe you just got into that huge stretch of sudden fame? I was there. I know how it works. They’ll love you. They’ll eat you up. They’ll take anything you have to offer, and then they’ll be gone, and they wont come back. Perhaps a few will stick around; one or two, but ultimately, you’ll be left with nothing. Nothing but me. That’s right. I’ll still be here. I’ll be that one or two left. And you’ll be glad that I stuck around even after all the bullshit. You’ll be happy that I’ve loved you since day one. You’ll be glad I’m here. And when you piss me off enough to make me leave, you’ll miss me. In the end, you will be the one “without”.
Without her, he felt strange. Which was a strange thing in itself, since he was much more comfortable being alone. Mostly. But now that she was in his life, solitude didn’t sit quite right with him. He kept looking at his phone, was struck by the desire to call her in the oddest hours of the night… Only writing silenced his nervous need, and even then bits of her found their way onto the paper.
Without you, I wouldn’t have a life
I wouldn’t have any sun without you
I wouldn’t have happiness
I would be alone
I would be without everything
I would be sad
Others would have more
But I would have nothing
I would be completely without
(I actually had no idea we only had 60 seconds…whoops! Today you get an extra long one I guess!)
5 things I can’t live without:
1. My best friends.
They keep me sane in this messed up town. They’ve been there for me no matter what. We have made so memories laughing until we cry, eating out, walking around town, listening to music, sneaking out at night, being kids, and growing up. High school is full of hard times and trying new things. I love them all like brothers and sisters, and I’m glad I get to spend every minute of it with them.
2. Music.
My family history has a wide musical past, and it runs in my blood. Listening to music and playing instruments lets me express the creativity I have built up inside me that other activities I am stuck doing every day don’t let me show. I love the rush I get when I discover a new song, a new band, a new artist. I love live concerts; I love feeling the drum beat in my chest and embracing the music with my entire body. Music has got me through so much.
3. Soccer.
I’ve played soccer since I was 4 years old. Not only has it kept me in shape for so many years, but soccer (and many other sports for that matter) is actually proven to widen your intellectual abilities as well. I was never really good at it until I was about 11, because before that I had a history of actually really terrible, discouraging coaches. Soccer has helped build my confidence so much and taught me never to give up. It’s also helped me make a lot of friends, especially when I first moved to Mission and had none. I don’t even mind if we have to play a game in the pouring rain, I love this sport with all my heart.
4. Family.
I probably have one of the most overall functional families ever. We have our problems sometimes, but I love knowing that I have a home where it’s safe, a privilege many don’t have. It’s never been abusive, my parents aren’t alcoholics (and hardly ever even have a drink for that matter), and nobody has ever even tried drugs. Yes, my parents had me extremely young. My mom never even wanted kids (lol). But they planned everything very well, and owned their own at 23. I really like being home, and I love that all my friends love coming to my house simply for the enjoyment of interacting with my hilarious dorky family, where they will always be safe.
5. Colour.
It is proven that without vibrant colours, a person can become quite depressed. Especially in the winter. (It’s actually called Seasonal Affective Disorder, my father and I both have a little bit of it). My entire childhood, I always had a brightly painted room of yellows, lime greens, and violets. All the rooms in my house are always painted brightly as well, because everyone needs colour in their life. Wear it, paint it, live it. Because sometimes the world can be a dark place.
“Just trying to find some color in this black and white world.”
5 things I can’t live without:
1. My best friends.
They keep me sane in this messed up town. They’ve been there for me no matter what. We have made so memories laughing until we cry, eating out, walking around town, listening to music, sneaking out at night, being kids, and growing up. High school is full of hard times and trying new things. I love them all like brothers and sisters, and I’m glad I get to spend every minute of it with them.
2. Music.
My family history has a wide musical past, and it runs in my blood. Listening to music and playing instruments lets me express the creativity I have built up inside me that other activities I am stuck doing every day don’t let me show. I love the rush I get when I discover a new song, a new band, a new artist. I love live concerts; I love feeling the drum beat in my chest and embracing the music with my entire body. Music has got me through so much.
3. Soccer.
I’ve played soccer since I was 4 years old. Not only has it kept me in shape for so many years, but soccer (and many other sports for that matter) is actually proven to widen your intellectual abilities as well. I was never really good at it until I was about 11, because before that I had a history of actually really terrible, discouraging coaches. Soccer has helped build my confidence so much and taught me never to give up. It’s also helped me make a lot of friends, especially when I first moved to Mission and had none. I don’t even mind if we have to play a game in the pouring rain, I love this sport with all my heart.
4. Family.
I probably have one of the most overall functional families ever. We have our problems sometimes, but I love knowing that I have a home where it’s safe, a privilege many don’t have. It’s never been abusive, my parents aren’t alcoholics (and hardly ever even have a drink for that matter), and nobody has ever even tried drugs. Yes, my parents had me extremely young. My mom never even wanted kids (lol). But they planned everything very well, and owned their own at 23. I really like being home, and I love that all my friends love coming to my house simply for the enjoyment of interacting with my hilarious dorky family, where they will always be safe.
5. Colour.
It is proven that without vibrant colours, a person can become quite depressed. Especially in the winter. (It’s actually called Seasonal Affective Disorder, my father and I both have a little bit of it). My entire childhood, I always had a brightly painted room of yellows, lime greens, and violets. All the rooms in my house are always painted brightly as well, because everyone needs colour in their life. Wear it, paint it, live it. Because sometimes the world can be a dark place.
“Just trying to find some color in this black and white world.”
without you
the world would cease to matter
without me
the world would continue to be
without us
there would be no world
for us
here
there is so much that’s going through my mind…all this random crazy stuff that i don’t want and don’t need…it’s there though, and it’s not leaving.
i wish i was without it all.
without the sun, life as we know it would cease to exist. plants would die out, and crops would fail leaving animals and humans without food. the sun will, eventually, go into supernova and stop giving off light – not within our lifetime, but eventually.
depressing, isn’t it?
without you.
Without feeling connected, I feel like the world has no meaning. I need close relationships, and the only way I know how to get them scares the hell out of me. I get so scared, that sometimes, I’d rather leave this world than do what I feel like I have to do to connect with meaning.
When did things get so complicated?
without…
we all learn to live without “something” throughout our lives. And I have learned to live without him. Its not a fact I’m proud of, just simply the truth. I wish things could change, but I’m learning, slowly everyday, to live without.
Without peanut butter there would be no peanut brittle and then the world and all its inhabitants would be thankful to go without this disgusting treat.
Going without water for these past few hours, watching her lips curl into themselves, and seeing the sun grow older and older before me.. I think I felt the water jump out of my skin. I think I saw it laugh as it leapt off my forehead and onto the pavement.
No one ever said that time without space, meatballs and you would pass with ease.
I RAN WITHOUT MY PANTS ON DOWN THE DREARY ROAD AT NIGHT. IT WAS QUITE COLD BUT I PERSERVERED IN MY QUEST TO OBTAIN THE UNSCENTED BAR SOAP FROM THE PHARMACY.
OH, FUCK YOU LIFE, FUCK YOU UNTO THE END OF TIMES WHEN I SHALL HAVE SOAP IN THE AFTERLIFE….
Lack of something or someone.
Without… another word for something that is lacking. I lack you when I’m without you. Being without something, is being empty at some level.
without you I’m not myself, I’m all alone, i can’t be without your love, your kindness. There’s many things I need, and you’re on of them. Please stay with me forever. You’re the most amazing person I know, I can’t live without you.
Without — possibly the saddest word in the English language. Seeing it alone at the top of the screen like that seems to exacerbate the effect it has on me… one of loneliness… despair… futility….
wirthout knowing it is truely you,how can you expect me to give up anything for you?
It’s ridiculously cheesy, but now that I’ve met him, I simply can’t imagine what I’d do without him. I don’t suppose I need him, not really; as in, I wouldn’t /die/ if he weren’t here, but I think I would come very close.
Without you the world keeps spinning,
And I may keep playing, but there is no winning
Just crying
Laughing
Lying
Sinning
Without you
Im here without, wondering where youv gone. do you think of me, as i think of you? everynight trying to sleep im lost without you. i miss you terribly.. why did you leave?
The heart loves without knowing why. It only beats and beats if only in time with the things that it doesn’t understand. Almost isolated it feels so strange and alone. It’s not too complex, but it would like to think it’s meaningful.
Without a care. That is how I would like to go through life sometimes – instead of the constant borage of inner dialog that whips me moment to moment. The what ifs, if onlys and why did I say that. Just shut up already.