without a care, they sprinted across the meadow, kicking up their heels and laughing. running their fingers over the yellow heads of the daffodils bent under the weight of the wind. they were almost free.
Emptiness, lack of joy, lack of light, deprivation of something. Without is such a strong theme for poetry that few rarely use it. One day, I dare to use some of extreme “without”-themed words in my poetry, words like vortex, blackhole, oblivion and void. Preferably all in one sentence
Without you, there would be nothhing. There would be no world, no sun, no life and no death. All depends on you, so please come back. Please come back and make me whole again.
It’s so difficult to enjoy tea without a decent mug. It just feels inadequate unless you’ve got that mug that you love with the stupid slogan or pattern. But tea will always taste nice. The mug just completes it. Makes the tea yours.
This credit is waiting to be given. It’s waiting to lie in the arms of the deserving, but the giver is frugal. This credit will not be pried without a fight. There will be bloodshed. There will be the remnants of truth left on this battlefield.
do go without love in your life,. its something that you need more than anything. Just love yourself, and the others around you. As well as letting them love you. Its all about connections in the end. And thats that!
I have bruises where I reached in deep into myself and tried to extract the things I do not like. I wanted to be without shame. I wanted to be sans self. Unfortunately, you can only do so much with free weights and a cycling machine.
To go without, like her family before her, years and generations of want and suffering stretching out behind her like black banner. She wanted to be the first to break the cycle. To push for her needs, push for her wants, and know she was deserving of it.
I’m not without, life is everything. It’s the only thing I truly have… The only thing I take with me to my last breath. I’m never without till I’m no more.
“‘Just tell me what it is about you. I can’t go on in this world without you.'” “Oh my god. Have I gotten that trite?” A horrified Devon viciously scribbled out the lyrics she’d just written. “Yeah, I’m afraid you might have if those are what you’re coming up with,” Michael, her writing partner and guitarist commented. “I mean, I know you need a hit, but you really don’t need one this badly.”
I feel incomplete without you. I don’t like being without you. You made me have to be without you. I will never be the same. I will never recover. I will never be with someone again without thinking of you.
Without you, I don’t know how I’ll go on. Without. It’s such a word that shows our weakness – we can’t *hmpf* WITHOUT *hmpf*. But maybe such weakness is good. It makes us what we are: human.
Without dwelling too much on the past I can see great promise for the future. A future that is without the baggage that holds me back, without the regrets and without the worry. Without a doubt!
without my confidence, determination, reason, heart, and experiences, I would not be where I am. I hope that those concepts will lead me to the best future.
the end of the after nothing doing when not available the thing that is unknown and can’t be found in the dish basket washer that was not woven by a women or woman who wandered without anything but with out out with it she whispered
There’s always going to be one name that you think of when you ponder about what your life has been living without. Your life knew that it was time for her to go, the relationship served its time, but you’re always going to think of it. When you turn around from that garden party and look out in the darkness, or when you search across the room to share a laugh with meaningful eyes, you’re going to wish if she was here.
Without you. Without me. Without them. This is what your life has been reduced too. Are you happy now? This is what we’ve all become. Your shattered sense of involvement has left everyone to wither and decay. You are alone. You’ve burned all ties and strings. The darkness your only friend. Cling to it as your last dying breath will be, “I’m lost without you.”
I lay down in the large bed, staring at the ceiling. Certainly we were cared for. Cared for better than at Prescott Prep. My leg was on the mend, we had servants bring us food, the food was of quality. But I was without so much. I was without Cecilia, lost in the world, wandering. I was without dance, and probably would be forever. I was without everyone. Everyone but Kamaru.
what am i without you? i can’t sleep, i can’t think, i can’t focus – except on you. i just want to be back in your arms. I’m afraid of losing you, of you wanting to be without me. of you thinking you would be better off without me. i don’t know what i’d do without you. i can’t do this all over again with someone else, not after i had you.
Without war and poverty, where would we be? Would we be more revolutionized? Or would we find a different type of tragedy to accompany our lives and fill the void?
It was hard at first — living without her. Things that were simple before I met her were impossible now she was gone. Still, I had to push forward. I had to get through an hour without thinking of her, then eventually I could get through a day, and now the regret of losing her rarely crosses my mind.
With out family, With out someone to come to me and tell me that they love me and me knowing that they mean it because if they didn’t I would know that they hated me. Life is not all sunshine and fairy tails and I’m glad for what I have. Because what I have is more then most of the world dose. Friends that care for me. With all that they are.
“Without my cell phone, I wouldn’t be able to call for help,” said Wile E. as he plummeted earthward off the cliff. Thirty seconds later, the fire department had arrived, in the nick of time to spread a fireman’s blanket to catch him. “Thanks, Verizon!”
without a care, they sprinted across the meadow, kicking up their heels and laughing. running their fingers over the yellow heads of the daffodils bent under the weight of the wind. they were almost free.
Without a doubt, that girl stole a hundred dollars from her employer. She spent the money on condoms and mouthwash. She stood on the block for hours.
Without a doubt, that girl was a ho and still is a ho. Now she wanted Mr. President of Vcs. inc. She dressed in a skirt and no drawers.
Emptiness, lack of joy, lack of light, deprivation of something. Without is such a strong theme for poetry that few rarely use it. One day, I dare to use some of extreme “without”-themed words in my poetry, words like vortex, blackhole, oblivion and void. Preferably all in one sentence
Without you, there would be nothhing. There would be no world, no sun, no life and no death. All depends on you, so please come back. Please come back and make me whole again.
without a doubt
you were the love
that flipped me on my head
and still I miss you
after you got me into bed
then left me for dead
a structure without something is gonna fall apart. That how it works in life. Without something tends to harm more then help.
without you I’m lost but with you I’m lost more.
It’s so difficult to enjoy tea without a decent mug. It just feels inadequate unless you’ve got that mug that you love with the stupid slogan or pattern. But tea will always taste nice. The mug just completes it. Makes the tea yours.
This credit is waiting to be given. It’s waiting to lie in the arms of the deserving, but the giver is frugal. This credit will not be pried without a fight. There will be bloodshed. There will be the remnants of truth left on this battlefield.
i can’t go without my baby
i ant live with out my parentes and my family members
do go without love in your life,. its something that you need more than anything. Just love yourself, and the others around you. As well as letting them love you. Its all about connections in the end. And thats that!
I have bruises where I reached in deep into myself and tried to extract the things I do not like. I wanted to be without shame. I wanted to be sans self. Unfortunately, you can only do so much with free weights and a cycling machine.
To go without, like her family before her, years and generations of want and suffering stretching out behind her like black banner. She wanted to be the first to break the cycle. To push for her needs, push for her wants, and know she was deserving of it.
without you I cannot live
without you I cannot breathe
without you I cannot move
because I love you so
I’m not without, life is everything. It’s the only thing I truly have… The only thing I take with me to my last breath. I’m never without till I’m no more.
“‘Just tell me what it is about you. I can’t go on in this world without you.'” “Oh my god. Have I gotten that trite?” A horrified Devon viciously scribbled out the lyrics she’d just written. “Yeah, I’m afraid you might have if those are what you’re coming up with,” Michael, her writing partner and guitarist commented. “I mean, I know you need a hit, but you really don’t need one this badly.”
i find that without you im lost. on the train with passing human traffic im constantly looking into oblivion in search of you.
I’ve lost it. I had it once. Now I am a different entity without it. How could such a tangible object control my mood. Shame.
I feel incomplete without you. I don’t like being without you. You made me have to be without you. I will never be the same. I will never recover. I will never be with someone again without thinking of you.
Without you, I don’t know how I’ll go on. Without. It’s such a word that shows our weakness – we can’t *hmpf* WITHOUT *hmpf*. But maybe such weakness is good. It makes us what we are: human.
Who is without common sense, without compassion, without an ability to write coherently about anything or nothing?
Without dwelling too much on the past I can see great promise for the future. A future that is without the baggage that holds me back, without the regrets and without the worry. Without a doubt!
without my confidence, determination, reason, heart, and experiences, I would not be where I am. I hope that those concepts will lead me to the best future.
me you’re nothing motherfucker i’m the best for you ….. without my love you lose so much……
without a doubt
she was a rainbow trout
with eyes that saw me
through green waters
murky with mud
the end of the after nothing doing when not available the thing that is unknown and can’t be found in the dish basket washer that was not woven by a women or woman who wandered without anything but with out out with it she whispered
There’s always going to be one name that you think of when you ponder about what your life has been living without. Your life knew that it was time for her to go, the relationship served its time, but you’re always going to think of it. When you turn around from that garden party and look out in the darkness, or when you search across the room to share a laugh with meaningful eyes, you’re going to wish if she was here.
Without this procrastination, I’d probably be done with my homework, and would be working on my book.
But instead, I’m on oneword, putting everything off and being very tired. When will I ever learn? When I figure that I can live without the internet.
Without you, I’ve felt lost. It’s just weird, you know? With you, I had a drive, a purpose, I had a reason to do well in everything
And now I just don’t feel like anything. I’d rather be a vagabond and roam about aimlessly than worry about what’s next.
without a doubt she was the flyest woman I’d ever seen she led with her ruby lips trippin me out and up to the sky with her dark mesquite eyes
Without you. Without me. Without them. This is what you’ve been reduced too. Are you happy with what you’ve become?
Without you. Without me. Without them. This is what your life has been reduced too. Are you happy now? This is what we’ve all become. Your shattered sense of involvement has left everyone to wither and decay. You are alone. You’ve burned all ties and strings. The darkness your only friend. Cling to it as your last dying breath will be, “I’m lost without you.”
I lay down in the large bed, staring at the ceiling. Certainly we were cared for. Cared for better than at Prescott Prep. My leg was on the mend, we had servants bring us food, the food was of quality. But I was without so much. I was without Cecilia, lost in the world, wandering. I was without dance, and probably would be forever. I was without everyone. Everyone but Kamaru.
what am i without you? i can’t sleep, i can’t think, i can’t focus – except on you. i just want to be back in your arms. I’m afraid of losing you, of you wanting to be without me. of you thinking you would be better off without me. i don’t know what i’d do without you. i can’t do this all over again with someone else, not after i had you.
Without war and poverty, where would we be? Would we be more revolutionized? Or would we find a different type of tragedy to accompany our lives and fill the void?
It was hard at first — living without her. Things that were simple before I met her were impossible now she was gone. Still, I had to push forward. I had to get through an hour without thinking of her, then eventually I could get through a day, and now the regret of losing her rarely crosses my mind.
With out family, With out someone to come to me and tell me that they love me and me knowing that they mean it because if they didn’t I would know that they hated me. Life is not all sunshine and fairy tails and I’m glad for what I have. Because what I have is more then most of the world dose. Friends that care for me. With all that they are.
“Without my cell phone, I wouldn’t be able to call for help,” said Wile E. as he plummeted earthward off the cliff. Thirty seconds later, the fire department had arrived, in the nick of time to spread a fireman’s blanket to catch him. “Thanks, Verizon!”
And our inner children collectively wept.