“Enough!” she screamed, before slamming the door behind her. There I was again, staring at the door. Wondering why we were playing this game again. Dammit, if I didn’t love her so much, I wouldn’t chase after her every time she does this. But, here we are. A door between us.
The world has a limit. No matter what the situation may be. Empires have fallen, kings have lost their thrones, and the world has changed again and again. Mighty animals have rose to power and perished leaving the small to thrive when they could not. There is a limit the forces of nature have set for everything in this world, when will ours be up?
That was enough. I refused to be treated like that anymore and I got out. As fast as I could. Nothing would stop me, not even him and our memories. Enough is enough.
I’ve had enough, she screams, voice bouncing off of the metal walls and down the empty hallways. Power thrums through her form, a vortex or destructive energy, and with a shriek she lets loose. Opening tired eyes she sees…nothing. The same walls, the doctor’s mocking smiles.
Enough is enough. I’m sick and tired of trying so hard to get his attention. I might just walk up to him and simply tell him that I like him. Would that be enough to make him understand? I’m sick and tired of not doing enough to make him realize that I like him. I think enough is enough. I’m going to do it.
The pie eating contest at the fair was so much fun it started out with 5 blackberry pies then it just kept coming. But by the time we got to the second round all the other players felt sick and had enough but not me. I got all the way to the fifth round of blackberry pie now i’m feeling sick i had enough pie for a whole year maybe a year and a half.
It was never enough for him. He would want something new with all his heart, but as soon as he got that thing, he would get bored of it. His house was full of things he didn’t need and didn’t appreciate. Gadgets and gizmos and all a manner of things, but it was never enough.
She cut the air with her hand and shouted, “Ya basta!”
The children, the dogs, the cooks, and the patrons–even the ones who didn’t speak Spanish–all fell silent. The room resounded with the clink of a single dropped fork. No one dared bend down to grab it from beneath the table where it landed.
That was the moment, enough, she stood along the edge of the cliff looking out over the water. Waves crashed agained the tall towering boulders, enough of it all. She was tired of pushing, pulling, shoving and creating with little to no drive left within her. What to do about it though? She was strong enough to keep going.
These days, he’s a glass half empty, a perforated water balloon that will never fill properly again. Like this – if you take a heart, and a hole punch, and then suddenly you’re not pumping enough blood. His eyes are nearly ocean, but maybe the light is starting to go out. Here’s how it goes, he’s thinking, and the glass is only a third of the way full, and I think maybe if you run significant figures on that it comes out empty again. We’re so full of almosts.
“Enough!” The boy exclaimed, eyes wild. “How could you do it?” There was a certain trust between two people that shouldn’t be broken. And it had. The trust had been smashed into tiny fragments, too small to piece back together without looking ugly. It’d never be the same again.
His lies were more than enough. He was a prisoner now, a filthy one. I knew I could have saved him if I had mercy. I also knew though, he did not deserve forgiveness.
there was more slices of pie than there should be, there was more people to eat it than there should be; and so, there was simply… enough. The hostess was a success, people kept coming back. She got frustrated and shot them off her lawn.
A bubble of gas exploded in her stomach, and drew the attention of everyone at the table. She tried to offer a stuffed mouth smile of modesty as she pushed back her chair. It was clear she had eaten more than enough, but it still hurt to part with the cheesecake.
exhausted from these games. you claimed to be an elephant, but you have forgotten so quickly my flesh, my voice. I exist as a ghost, and so it is no surprise that you treat my like an ethereal creature that can pass through walls because there are no internal organs to obstruct the way.
Before his palm could make contact with the side of her face, she drove the broken piece of glass into the side of his neck, with all the strength she could muster from her soul. Enough is enough.
I have had enough of this day. This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and thought “I have enough of this day”. I have enough money in the bank (not really) to survive a day. I am very tired. I want to go home. Back to my wonderful bed. And start again tomorrow.
this is enough for the day enough batter has been done for the issue but enough has not been said by me to you but if you think it is enough then it is enough.
When will it be enough to run the ragged breaths from my folds and offer up?
What are the limits, what are the ends I will go to?
I will give anything, anything
But nothing ..will… be.. enough
I can’t bare it but it’s enough. I keep thinking that I must write more and more and more; to fill the page. But in actual fact one word is, enough. What else can one say? I feel I need to go on and on and fill the silence. But silences are absolutely necessary. Necessary for a relationship to grow. To be at one with yourself is, enough.
I’ve had enough. But it’s not like I can do anything about it. I want my boyfriend back, but at the same time he is not really gone. I just have to wait it out. This is the hardest thing I have ever done. I cannot give up. For us, I cannot give up. I just have to wait until the day I can see him again.
enough was enough, and she wasn’t going to let this one slip past. She sat at the door waiting for him to walk in.
Ill wait all night if i have to she thought. He was increasing late night after night.
Enough was enough. She’d waited long enough, asked enough, and had even given in enough. If he was done with hiding, so was she. She was done with hiding from him, from everyone else and from herself.
“Enough.” The word was spoken low in his throat, almost a growl. If it hadn’t been for the underlying sexual tension of everything, I would have been worried. Instead, I was simply propelled forward, my lips meeting his hungrily and my fingers intertwining with his.
It was enough for her, what else would she have to do? Where was the understanding, the support, the love right then, uh? It was over, everything was over, because enough is enough.
how ironic that only sixty seconds is given to write something about this word; is it even enough? perhaps the hourglass will run out before i can complete something coherent.
She was full like a balloon and it was all too much. They could see her from the pavement, strangers staring upwards, as she floated just above the balustrade. She felt herself stretching, she could feel every part of her straining against the feeling. And then, as suddenly as blinking, with a gasp, she burst. She spilled out of herself like a pinata of stars, her soul exploding in a final devastating exhalation. She became everything and nothing, she became scraps of skin floating to the pavement.
out of all the creative possibilities for this word, the only thing that i could think of was that i hadn’t had nearly enough food for the day. never mind that i had the necessary meal, the sequel meal, the triquel meal and the freaking frequel meal. excuse my uninteresting entry, i’m going to eat carrots obnoxiously loud.
There is a single moment, it can be a word, an action, heck, it could be an expression. It can be anything. But in that moment, is when you differentiate, between giving up-
I sat down alone. All I could do was stare at the white wall in front of me. No pictures, no frames, just the emptiness. It was the perfect sight, At that precise moment I felt like I understood what was going on, where my life was headed. Or what I didn’t need anymore. In that instant, I knew I would be enough.
i dont want to think about you
cause everything about you makes me blue
we had our little time
cruising around the sky
we played with some fire
came out of it
called desire
stepped into mars
met some goblins
ate some stars
I’ve had enough. Everything is bullshit. People work hard for so long and still it’s not good enough for society. They’ll tell you that you’re not good enough even for basic human needs, human rights. What kind of world is this? It truly saddens me.
It wasn’t spectacular. He would complain every day, to the lady in the cubicle across the aisle. He didn’t know her name, but she was almost always willing to listen to whatever was plaguing him that particular day.
Enough. I’ve had enough of the senseless violence. I’ve had enough of the uniform being tarnished for the sake of brutality. I see the endless slabs of cardboard and white posters screaming for some semblance of humanity among those who are meant to protect us. I’ve seen too many dead bodies in the street. I’ve heard too many mothers crying. How many more will have to die until the institution changes? Enough. I’ve had enough.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the torment, I’m sick of it being so one sided, I’m just sick of it. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, excited to see his face in gym class, knowing we’d exchange no more than a hello to each other. I’m tired of getting the butterflies in my stomach whenever he walks by or says my name, knowing he only called me to ask for help on a math equation no one knows.
“Enough!” she screamed, before slamming the door behind her. There I was again, staring at the door. Wondering why we were playing this game again. Dammit, if I didn’t love her so much, I wouldn’t chase after her every time she does this. But, here we are. A door between us.
He’d had enough of being told he hadn’t eaten enough and that enough was enough which was enough to make him cry.
The world has a limit. No matter what the situation may be. Empires have fallen, kings have lost their thrones, and the world has changed again and again. Mighty animals have rose to power and perished leaving the small to thrive when they could not. There is a limit the forces of nature have set for everything in this world, when will ours be up?
That was enough. I refused to be treated like that anymore and I got out. As fast as I could. Nothing would stop me, not even him and our memories. Enough is enough.
I’ve had enough, she screams, voice bouncing off of the metal walls and down the empty hallways. Power thrums through her form, a vortex or destructive energy, and with a shriek she lets loose. Opening tired eyes she sees…nothing. The same walls, the doctor’s mocking smiles.
Enough is enough. I’m sick and tired of trying so hard to get his attention. I might just walk up to him and simply tell him that I like him. Would that be enough to make him understand? I’m sick and tired of not doing enough to make him realize that I like him. I think enough is enough. I’m going to do it.
The pie eating contest at the fair was so much fun it started out with 5 blackberry pies then it just kept coming. But by the time we got to the second round all the other players felt sick and had enough but not me. I got all the way to the fifth round of blackberry pie now i’m feeling sick i had enough pie for a whole year maybe a year and a half.
It was never enough for him. He would want something new with all his heart, but as soon as he got that thing, he would get bored of it. His house was full of things he didn’t need and didn’t appreciate. Gadgets and gizmos and all a manner of things, but it was never enough.
She cut the air with her hand and shouted, “Ya basta!”
The children, the dogs, the cooks, and the patrons–even the ones who didn’t speak Spanish–all fell silent. The room resounded with the clink of a single dropped fork. No one dared bend down to grab it from beneath the table where it landed.
That was the moment, enough, she stood along the edge of the cliff looking out over the water. Waves crashed agained the tall towering boulders, enough of it all. She was tired of pushing, pulling, shoving and creating with little to no drive left within her. What to do about it though? She was strong enough to keep going.
Enough time has gone by for her to know her heart, and to know how she truly feels for this man that she wants to spend the rest of her life with.
These days, he’s a glass half empty, a perforated water balloon that will never fill properly again. Like this – if you take a heart, and a hole punch, and then suddenly you’re not pumping enough blood. His eyes are nearly ocean, but maybe the light is starting to go out. Here’s how it goes, he’s thinking, and the glass is only a third of the way full, and I think maybe if you run significant figures on that it comes out empty again. We’re so full of almosts.
“Enough!” The boy exclaimed, eyes wild. “How could you do it?” There was a certain trust between two people that shouldn’t be broken. And it had. The trust had been smashed into tiny fragments, too small to piece back together without looking ugly. It’d never be the same again.
His lies were more than enough. He was a prisoner now, a filthy one. I knew I could have saved him if I had mercy. I also knew though, he did not deserve forgiveness.
there was more slices of pie than there should be, there was more people to eat it than there should be; and so, there was simply… enough. The hostess was a success, people kept coming back. She got frustrated and shot them off her lawn.
A bubble of gas exploded in her stomach, and drew the attention of everyone at the table. She tried to offer a stuffed mouth smile of modesty as she pushed back her chair. It was clear she had eaten more than enough, but it still hurt to part with the cheesecake.
exhausted from these games. you claimed to be an elephant, but you have forgotten so quickly my flesh, my voice. I exist as a ghost, and so it is no surprise that you treat my like an ethereal creature that can pass through walls because there are no internal organs to obstruct the way.
She held her test papers, her eyes filled with worry.
will they scold me again? she asked herself.
bracing herself, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
“mum, I’m home.”
her mum turns around, and with eagle-like eyes she spots the test paper the little girl holds.
“give that to me.” she ordered.
with a glance, she saw the red mark of 82 on her paper.
the little girl started backing away as her mother came with the cane.
“I really tried my best! I really did!” she cried, yelping as the cane brought red marks to her skin.
“but it isn’t enough.” her mother replied.
Before his palm could make contact with the side of her face, she drove the broken piece of glass into the side of his neck, with all the strength she could muster from her soul. Enough is enough.
I have had enough of this day. This morning I woke up on the wrong side of the bed and thought “I have enough of this day”. I have enough money in the bank (not really) to survive a day. I am very tired. I want to go home. Back to my wonderful bed. And start again tomorrow.
this is enough for the day enough batter has been done for the issue but enough has not been said by me to you but if you think it is enough then it is enough.
When will it be enough to run the ragged breaths from my folds and offer up?
What are the limits, what are the ends I will go to?
I will give anything, anything
But nothing ..will… be.. enough
tired
too much
finished
I can’t bare it but it’s enough. I keep thinking that I must write more and more and more; to fill the page. But in actual fact one word is, enough. What else can one say? I feel I need to go on and on and fill the silence. But silences are absolutely necessary. Necessary for a relationship to grow. To be at one with yourself is, enough.
I’ve had enough. But it’s not like I can do anything about it. I want my boyfriend back, but at the same time he is not really gone. I just have to wait it out. This is the hardest thing I have ever done. I cannot give up. For us, I cannot give up. I just have to wait until the day I can see him again.
enough was enough, and she wasn’t going to let this one slip past. She sat at the door waiting for him to walk in.
Ill wait all night if i have to she thought. He was increasing late night after night.
Enough was enough. She’d waited long enough, asked enough, and had even given in enough. If he was done with hiding, so was she. She was done with hiding from him, from everyone else and from herself.
“Enough.” The word was spoken low in his throat, almost a growl. If it hadn’t been for the underlying sexual tension of everything, I would have been worried. Instead, I was simply propelled forward, my lips meeting his hungrily and my fingers intertwining with his.
It was enough for her, what else would she have to do? Where was the understanding, the support, the love right then, uh? It was over, everything was over, because enough is enough.
when is enough is enough is enough is enough!?
how ironic that only sixty seconds is given to write something about this word; is it even enough? perhaps the hourglass will run out before i can complete something coherent.
time is never enou
She was full like a balloon and it was all too much. They could see her from the pavement, strangers staring upwards, as she floated just above the balustrade. She felt herself stretching, she could feel every part of her straining against the feeling. And then, as suddenly as blinking, with a gasp, she burst. She spilled out of herself like a pinata of stars, her soul exploding in a final devastating exhalation. She became everything and nothing, she became scraps of skin floating to the pavement.
out of all the creative possibilities for this word, the only thing that i could think of was that i hadn’t had nearly enough food for the day. never mind that i had the necessary meal, the sequel meal, the triquel meal and the freaking frequel meal. excuse my uninteresting entry, i’m going to eat carrots obnoxiously loud.
There is a single moment, it can be a word, an action, heck, it could be an expression. It can be anything. But in that moment, is when you differentiate, between giving up-
And knowing when you’ve had enough.
And me?
I’d had enough.
I’d had more than enough.
An inch here
a foot there
always one more “little thing” she needed
help with this
a talk about that
never reciprocal.
a line had to be drawn
I sat down alone. All I could do was stare at the white wall in front of me. No pictures, no frames, just the emptiness. It was the perfect sight, At that precise moment I felt like I understood what was going on, where my life was headed. Or what I didn’t need anymore. In that instant, I knew I would be enough.
i dont want to think about you
cause everything about you makes me blue
we had our little time
cruising around the sky
we played with some fire
came out of it
called desire
stepped into mars
met some goblins
ate some stars
I’ve had enough. Everything is bullshit. People work hard for so long and still it’s not good enough for society. They’ll tell you that you’re not good enough even for basic human needs, human rights. What kind of world is this? It truly saddens me.
He quit.
It wasn’t spectacular. He would complain every day, to the lady in the cubicle across the aisle. He didn’t know her name, but she was almost always willing to listen to whatever was plaguing him that particular day.
Until, finally, she asked him.
“Why don’t you just quit?”
Enough. I’ve had enough of the senseless violence. I’ve had enough of the uniform being tarnished for the sake of brutality. I see the endless slabs of cardboard and white posters screaming for some semblance of humanity among those who are meant to protect us. I’ve seen too many dead bodies in the street. I’ve heard too many mothers crying. How many more will have to die until the institution changes? Enough. I’ve had enough.
I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the torment, I’m sick of it being so one sided, I’m just sick of it. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, excited to see his face in gym class, knowing we’d exchange no more than a hello to each other. I’m tired of getting the butterflies in my stomach whenever he walks by or says my name, knowing he only called me to ask for help on a math equation no one knows.