sometimes it echoes in k’s head. “composure is my greatest skill.” wonders if it’s true. wonders what bad habits j had when the skill was still a weakness; lips chewed swollen and pink, bitten fingers that turned white in the shower. restless sighs in the dark and feet combing through cold sheets and hands in places. midnights that k feels uneasy imagining. wonders how much of j they really know, now.
Nothing like those notebooks with the speckled black and white covers, although they come in other variations now. But I do miss the sheer bizarre quality of the tables on the back cover. Sure, there’s the times tables and such but I want Apothecary’s Weight! And I might need to know how many pecks equal a bushel or whichever!
He sat up and fixed his composure; the news had temporarily sent him into a state of shock. There was no way he would have expected to hear of his brother’s death, yet here he was. The lawyer maintained eye contact awaiting a response.
“Well, I suppose that’s that.” He smiled and stood up.
Tell it like it is, dear friend, tell me of your pain.
Let go of this battle sword, let go of the rain.
Tell me of your sorrows, tell me once again,
Let me hold your hand and be the voice of one more friend.
I see the way you hold yourself, and you should not be ashamed –
Everyone who’s walked this path finds freedom once the lion’s tamed.
A musician composed a work of music. An author writes- can one also use the term composed? Both indicate creating something new and artistic. The woman seemed so composed during a stressful interview.
When I feel immense emotions, it’s difficult to keep myself composed. I wear my heart on my sleeve and try to keep a straight face without showing my pain, hurt, upset or fear… it doesn’t seem to work very well. I’m not sure if composure is something you can learn or if it’s something you are born with. Maybe it’s ab it of both? Either way, I think “composed” is a state I have not yet learned.
She dreamed of a state of the purest independence: a forever drifting along the in-between, gliding over and under the faint lines of the past and present and future. She dreamt of autonomy of the highest kind. Yet how could she retain herself if she was constantly bombarded by distractions, slave to the momentary lapses in the composition?.. She struggled to grasp hold of the emotions overtaking her and remain composed before the expectant crowd.
The sheet music fell to the floor spilling over like a waterfall. She fumbled, grasped, but they were water in her hands. All grace lost, there was no way to recover.
She composed one of the most popular pieces of music ever. To this day they still listen to it. Her piece is used in music classes across the world. It is a perfect example of that specific genre of music taught in high schools and universities.
i composed a letter. She has been composing music for years. She composed a great song. She as composed music for a play. She has been composing music since she wa
Poise and composure don’t come naturally to everyone. Speaking for myself, I have an inability to connect, which some will mistake as being composed and together. Usually this suits me well, but last week at my mother’s funeral nobody could quite understand how I remained “so strong through it all.”
it was at that moment that I had to compose myself. the ears were rolling down my face. I tried hiding my sorry as I knew what the doctor was going to say. your mother is dead. a faintness came over me as I seen blackness come over me. I woke up with water on my face and doctors hovering over me.
How do you stay composed? What is it to really have it together these days? Many times, I’ve figured that no one really has it together. Life really is just moving from one situation in which you are clueless, but might have some vague idea of what it is that you want out of the next one, to the next one. Again, clueless. Fake it till you make it, I guess.
There I stood. In front of her. Composed. Or at least I was supposed to look that way. It’s not every day that you’re little girl tells you they have a boyfriend. Less so that they are about to have a child. No, that SHE is about to have a child.
All day he had attempted to stay composed, not reacting as he would like to the things he heard. But when the suspects kept trying to fool him, what could he do but get angry?
sometimes it echoes in k’s head. “composure is my greatest skill.” wonders if it’s true. wonders what bad habits j had when the skill was still a weakness; lips chewed swollen and pink, bitten fingers that turned white in the shower. restless sighs in the dark and feet combing through cold sheets and hands in places. midnights that k feels uneasy imagining. wonders how much of j they really know, now.
Nothing like those notebooks with the speckled black and white covers, although they come in other variations now. But I do miss the sheer bizarre quality of the tables on the back cover. Sure, there’s the times tables and such but I want Apothecary’s Weight! And I might need to know how many pecks equal a bushel or whichever!
“Put together”
posed together
placed together
made up of
He sat up and fixed his composure; the news had temporarily sent him into a state of shock. There was no way he would have expected to hear of his brother’s death, yet here he was. The lawyer maintained eye contact awaiting a response.
“Well, I suppose that’s that.” He smiled and stood up.
composed–like the evergreen at the precipice of the waterfall. like a lamp sheltered from the wind that doesn’t flicker. held fast. held easy.
soul-grown. created. enticed. propagated.
with poesy
Tell it like it is, dear friend, tell me of your pain.
Let go of this battle sword, let go of the rain.
Tell me of your sorrows, tell me once again,
Let me hold your hand and be the voice of one more friend.
I see the way you hold yourself, and you should not be ashamed –
Everyone who’s walked this path finds freedom once the lion’s tamed.
His nervousness made her more composed in her thoughts. He became invisible unlike the heroine that she was.
A musician composed a work of music. An author writes- can one also use the term composed? Both indicate creating something new and artistic. The woman seemed so composed during a stressful interview.
When I feel immense emotions, it’s difficult to keep myself composed. I wear my heart on my sleeve and try to keep a straight face without showing my pain, hurt, upset or fear… it doesn’t seem to work very well. I’m not sure if composure is something you can learn or if it’s something you are born with. Maybe it’s ab it of both? Either way, I think “composed” is a state I have not yet learned.
She dreamed of a state of the purest independence: a forever drifting along the in-between, gliding over and under the faint lines of the past and present and future. She dreamt of autonomy of the highest kind. Yet how could she retain herself if she was constantly bombarded by distractions, slave to the momentary lapses in the composition?.. She struggled to grasp hold of the emotions overtaking her and remain composed before the expectant crowd.
The wasp in the back of her throat kept at it. Choking on her grief, the bitter sting overwhlemed. But none could tell. Not a one of them.
The sheet music fell to the floor spilling over like a waterfall. She fumbled, grasped, but they were water in her hands. All grace lost, there was no way to recover.
She composed one of the most popular pieces of music ever. To this day they still listen to it. Her piece is used in music classes across the world. It is a perfect example of that specific genre of music taught in high schools and universities.
i composed a letter. She has been composing music for years. She composed a great song. She as composed music for a play. She has been composing music since she wa
Poise and composure don’t come naturally to everyone. Speaking for myself, I have an inability to connect, which some will mistake as being composed and together. Usually this suits me well, but last week at my mother’s funeral nobody could quite understand how I remained “so strong through it all.”
it was at that moment that I had to compose myself. the ears were rolling down my face. I tried hiding my sorry as I knew what the doctor was going to say. your mother is dead. a faintness came over me as I seen blackness come over me. I woke up with water on my face and doctors hovering over me.
How do you stay composed? What is it to really have it together these days? Many times, I’ve figured that no one really has it together. Life really is just moving from one situation in which you are clueless, but might have some vague idea of what it is that you want out of the next one, to the next one. Again, clueless. Fake it till you make it, I guess.
As the composer composed the band the group of musical maniacs marched the martian market.
based on the facts and circumstances of each case
Here she had in front of her the greatest piece of music ever composed. What a shame it was to know that she couldn’t play it. She was a failure.
There I stood. In front of her. Composed. Or at least I was supposed to look that way. It’s not every day that you’re little girl tells you they have a boyfriend. Less so that they are about to have a child. No, that SHE is about to have a child.
All day he had attempted to stay composed, not reacting as he would like to the things he heard. But when the suspects kept trying to fool him, what could he do but get angry?
Iiiiiiiiiiii haveeeeeeeeee already write about this word!! Get me another! Please?