It was Halloween night and dressing for the part was simple. The Skeleton King donned his jaunty hat and shoes. He was going to be a wizard tonight. That was, until he saw the wizard, dressed in a simple skeleton shirt.
Things that are supposed to be “simple” are sometimes the hardest thing. Just let yourself feel. Experience, live the moment, and enjoy. Don’t let outside circumstances, thoughts, and fears get in the way. But it’s not quite that simple.
This task doesn’t seem ass simpel ass it seems. Not at all actually. Cause while I’m indoubt ehat t write about the clock is ticking away and raising the presaure to find a good story before the time runs out and there hasn’t been a single thing to write about.
Life is so simple. It is the people that make the simplicity into difficulty. It is simple to be kind, and to care. It is difficult to hate. It is also simple to make everything difficult.
Some like it plain and simple while others like it big and bold. Some like it colourful and decorative, whilst others prefer just simple black and white. Some are old fashion and others are modern. To be simple is not to fuss, to be simple is to be plain, not necessarily boring but simple.
Simple can be anything. From cooking to being famous. People have different opinions of what is simple and whats not. A doctor might think surgery is simple while a teacher, teaching.
Anything can be simple like walking on a countryside to simply just cooking. Many people have their own version of simple like a doctor might think surgery is simple or a teacher might think teaching is simple.
‘It’s simple really. A simple malady of the mind that can be tamed.’
‘He’s simple. He doesn’t even know we’re here’
‘Detached. That’s what he is. Detached.’
Life. It should be simple, but it ends up being the most complicated situation we face. Choices resulting in a number of different paths, but we have to step back and realize that these choices are all simple. We must do whatever it is that makes us happy. We must be selfish for this very reason. We have to come first when it comes to happiness and it starts with simplicity.
Sometime to resolve very complex issues, we have to take simple steps. But we ignore this simple solution, because we are looking for a complex solution to address our problems.
how is it that a lady can use the word simple
to describe her silk curtains
and it means beautiful
but she can use it to describe me
and it means worthless?
am i any more useless than a piece of fabric
used to block out prying eyes from
the abuse within?
The simplest of events are the ones with the most profound effects. This is what I’ve learned. The dream that started the whole thing came back to haunt me with its simplicity. I simply cannot. It simply never worked. I must simply ignore it. It’s simply over. It may be 1916 in your head, but it’s 2012 in mine.
I wish my ideas could fall as simple as the rain. One drop follows one drop and each one knows its place in the sky before it plashes to the ground. And all the drops together make a satisfying sheet of silver and a harmonious sound. Not like my ideas, that tangle and snarl and persist in being blown off course.
Simple as pie. Pie is not simple. What is simple is dimple. People have dimples. Pandas don’t have dimples which is pretty simple. Simple has six letters SIMPLE!!!!!!!
The summer was simple. Everything was simple. Her life, her house and her school. However, thats just how she liked it. Nothing to extraordibary just simple and easy.
Nothing gave her more joy than Autumn, the chilled breeze and the colorful leaves scattered about. She would purposely step on the colorful little dots just to hear them crunch under her foot. Above everything she loved its simplicity.
there’s beauty in
austerity
in white walls
silently swelling
across a void of
possibilities
the blank canvas
offends none
a simple truth
is the only one
More often than not, we forget about this word. We cease to remember that our world has evolved from simple times. Not every little thing in life has to be complex in nature. We have to take the time to see the easy side of a task and be content with completing it in a way that might take longer. If we avoid the complexities, we may find that tasks become more meaningful when finished due to the simplistic nature in which they were accomplished.
A simple farmhouse in outskirts of a wyoming town. A single farmer who grows tomatoes encounters a large tomato worm on one of his plants, devastated he starts to cry.
It was a simple matter: either Gwendolyn put the rat down, or she submit to its biting, but something in her didn’t pay attention. Ever since the pain receptors had been turned off, she didn’t see the reason to put up with the effects of the natural world. Why should she succumb to the sun and avoid its burn? Why should she wear shoes, when it didn’t hurt to walk across the rocks? It wasn’t as though she had ever bled – and now she didn’t feel the pressure either. She was never a human, but now even the little things that made her like them were disappearing. There was no reason to maintain the pretense anymore.
“Is it really that simple?” whispered Jackie as I showed her the mac and cheese recipe. I smiled.
“Yep!” I replied cheerily. “Just some hot water, some noodles, some milk and butter and cheese powder, and boom. Delectable dairy goodness.”
Jackie at first seemed raring to go, but then she wrinkled her nose. “What if I’m lactose intolerant?” she asked in that cute, concerned voice of hers.
I laughed and ruffled my daughter’s bouncy blonde curls. “Honey,” I cooed to her, “you don’t have to worry about that.”
The solution was so simple that it was impossible for me to comprehend. I just had to open up, speak up, and start living my life the way I wanted it to be lived. Simple, right? Then why was this sinking feeling in my heart?
The music that filtered down the hallway was light and airy, delicate and beautiful in its simplicity. You wandered toward it, a sense of joy filling you with every step. It was intoxicating. Haunting. It made you think of home, of warm hugs and good food and cuddles by the fire.
It is a universal truth. Once you hit thirty five you can kiss goodbye to the simple life. Everything gets complicated. Marriages turn into divorces with very messy court proceedings. Jobs turn into businesses. Businesses turn into bankruptcies. Friends turn into people with bigger pools and better cars than you. Those cute, cherub cheeked babies turn into uncontrollable screaming monsters. Even your diet gets complicated. Your wife starts to serve you up kale and quinoa for gods sake, to keep your expanding girth in check. You may think I am prone to a little hysteria, but it is the gods honest truth. You just wait and see.
It is so simple to write what ever I want to write for one minute. The thing is, I like the word simple. It is not complicated at all. Simple is clean and neat.
It was a lunch of greens and sliced brie and baguette. Its simplicity spoke volumes about both her economy and her taste. I stared at it and looked back at my own enormous cheeseburger and onion rings. Hm. Talk about juxtaposition.
It was Halloween night and dressing for the part was simple. The Skeleton King donned his jaunty hat and shoes. He was going to be a wizard tonight. That was, until he saw the wizard, dressed in a simple skeleton shirt.
Only one would survive.
Never call it easy,
or simple –
in front of
someone
who is
struggling.
Things that are supposed to be “simple” are sometimes the hardest thing. Just let yourself feel. Experience, live the moment, and enjoy. Don’t let outside circumstances, thoughts, and fears get in the way. But it’s not quite that simple.
This task doesn’t seem ass simpel ass it seems. Not at all actually. Cause while I’m indoubt ehat t write about the clock is ticking away and raising the presaure to find a good story before the time runs out and there hasn’t been a single thing to write about.
Life is so simple. It is the people that make the simplicity into difficulty. It is simple to be kind, and to care. It is difficult to hate. It is also simple to make everything difficult.
Some like it plain and simple while others like it big and bold. Some like it colourful and decorative, whilst others prefer just simple black and white. Some are old fashion and others are modern. To be simple is not to fuss, to be simple is to be plain, not necessarily boring but simple.
SIMPLE IS HARDER THAN YOU THINK!
Simple can be anything. From cooking to being famous. People have different opinions of what is simple and whats not. A doctor might think surgery is simple while a teacher, teaching.
Anything can be simple like walking on a countryside to simply just cooking. Many people have their own version of simple like a doctor might think surgery is simple or a teacher might think teaching is simple.
‘It’s simple really. A simple malady of the mind that can be tamed.’
‘He’s simple. He doesn’t even know we’re here’
‘Detached. That’s what he is. Detached.’
A simple problem needs a complex solution.
Life. It should be simple, but it ends up being the most complicated situation we face. Choices resulting in a number of different paths, but we have to step back and realize that these choices are all simple. We must do whatever it is that makes us happy. We must be selfish for this very reason. We have to come first when it comes to happiness and it starts with simplicity.
Sometime to resolve very complex issues, we have to take simple steps. But we ignore this simple solution, because we are looking for a complex solution to address our problems.
This is a simple paragraph. There is nothing specific to write about, just whatever comes to your mind at the moment. Write it as you think.
how is it that a lady can use the word simple
to describe her silk curtains
and it means beautiful
but she can use it to describe me
and it means worthless?
am i any more useless than a piece of fabric
used to block out prying eyes from
the abuse within?
The simplest of events are the ones with the most profound effects. This is what I’ve learned. The dream that started the whole thing came back to haunt me with its simplicity. I simply cannot. It simply never worked. I must simply ignore it. It’s simply over. It may be 1916 in your head, but it’s 2012 in mine.
I don’t know what this story is about
A simple girl got cursed because she died and then came back to life. So she ate everything and everyone. She loves to each metal poeple.
Simple. So easy. So clean. So clear. Yet when you are asked to simplify something it can become incredibly difficult to do so.
Mr P is a simple man. He does simple things in his simple mind.
He likes a simple cup of tea and watch his favourite simple movie.
Simple really.
gujmj
I wish my ideas could fall as simple as the rain. One drop follows one drop and each one knows its place in the sky before it plashes to the ground. And all the drops together make a satisfying sheet of silver and a harmonious sound. Not like my ideas, that tangle and snarl and persist in being blown off course.
Simple as pie. Pie is not simple. What is simple is dimple. People have dimples. Pandas don’t have dimples which is pretty simple. Simple has six letters SIMPLE!!!!!!!
The summer was simple. Everything was simple. Her life, her house and her school. However, thats just how she liked it. Nothing to extraordibary just simple and easy.
Taco
Tomatoe
Life
People
Animals
Bread
Toy
Hall
Paper
Simplistic
Death
Tears
Old
Words
I
Dont
Know
Bed
Sleep
Dying
Nothing gave her more joy than Autumn, the chilled breeze and the colorful leaves scattered about. She would purposely step on the colorful little dots just to hear them crunch under her foot. Above everything she loved its simplicity.
there’s beauty in
austerity
in white walls
silently swelling
across a void of
possibilities
the blank canvas
offends none
a simple truth
is the only one
More often than not, we forget about this word. We cease to remember that our world has evolved from simple times. Not every little thing in life has to be complex in nature. We have to take the time to see the easy side of a task and be content with completing it in a way that might take longer. If we avoid the complexities, we may find that tasks become more meaningful when finished due to the simplistic nature in which they were accomplished.
A simple farmhouse in outskirts of a wyoming town. A single farmer who grows tomatoes encounters a large tomato worm on one of his plants, devastated he starts to cry.
It was a simple matter: either Gwendolyn put the rat down, or she submit to its biting, but something in her didn’t pay attention. Ever since the pain receptors had been turned off, she didn’t see the reason to put up with the effects of the natural world. Why should she succumb to the sun and avoid its burn? Why should she wear shoes, when it didn’t hurt to walk across the rocks? It wasn’t as though she had ever bled – and now she didn’t feel the pressure either. She was never a human, but now even the little things that made her like them were disappearing. There was no reason to maintain the pretense anymore.
“Is it really that simple?” whispered Jackie as I showed her the mac and cheese recipe. I smiled.
“Yep!” I replied cheerily. “Just some hot water, some noodles, some milk and butter and cheese powder, and boom. Delectable dairy goodness.”
Jackie at first seemed raring to go, but then she wrinkled her nose. “What if I’m lactose intolerant?” she asked in that cute, concerned voice of hers.
I laughed and ruffled my daughter’s bouncy blonde curls. “Honey,” I cooed to her, “you don’t have to worry about that.”
sometimes, it is the simplest people that have the most colorful hearts.
The solution was so simple that it was impossible for me to comprehend. I just had to open up, speak up, and start living my life the way I wanted it to be lived. Simple, right? Then why was this sinking feeling in my heart?
The music that filtered down the hallway was light and airy, delicate and beautiful in its simplicity. You wandered toward it, a sense of joy filling you with every step. It was intoxicating. Haunting. It made you think of home, of warm hugs and good food and cuddles by the fire.
cut and dry
you shut him out
and now your belly burns
while you sleep
guilt wakes you
flooding you
It is a universal truth. Once you hit thirty five you can kiss goodbye to the simple life. Everything gets complicated. Marriages turn into divorces with very messy court proceedings. Jobs turn into businesses. Businesses turn into bankruptcies. Friends turn into people with bigger pools and better cars than you. Those cute, cherub cheeked babies turn into uncontrollable screaming monsters. Even your diet gets complicated. Your wife starts to serve you up kale and quinoa for gods sake, to keep your expanding girth in check. You may think I am prone to a little hysteria, but it is the gods honest truth. You just wait and see.
simple is a simple word like a fish isn’t that simple.
if only it was as simple as that
and could be done at the drop of a hat
Test
It is so simple to write what ever I want to write for one minute. The thing is, I like the word simple. It is not complicated at all. Simple is clean and neat.
It was a lunch of greens and sliced brie and baguette. Its simplicity spoke volumes about both her economy and her taste. I stared at it and looked back at my own enormous cheeseburger and onion rings. Hm. Talk about juxtaposition.