The younger version of me stared back at me with unblinking eyes. Brown eyes matching brown eyes, stubborn to a fault, not bending or breaking under my determination to get her to see the travesty in giving her heart to that boy!
Younger is a beautiful word meaning “not old.” This word creates a beautiful picture in the mind of youth. The word childhood is often associated with the word younger.
you are younger then me you that means you have to listen to me. if you touch my younger sister i will gut you like the filthy pig you are. lucy being the youngest was not listened to when she said she had found a secret land inside a wardrobe.
When I was younger, I dreamed of being older. Now that I am older, I wonder what I did with my time when I was younger.
Some of my best life stories come from my younger years, and came from the dumb things I got myself into through naiveté and just plain being young – so there’s that. Take that, older me. I mean “now” me. I mean … time’s up.
i wish i wasnt the younger one of the family, i wish i was the big responsible one telling people what to do, but i thought to myself, i would have to WORK alot
the verbose youngster claimed to be younger than his chick;
the holder hen resides in a sunnier estate of thoughts;
to chortle a duvet of laughter which slaps a surreal algae;
is what the youngster claimed
as
Friday!
Younger. Why do women always want to look younger? It is a severely disappointing trend. People spend their entire lives as children trying to be older, be adults, yet when they are adults they spend the other half trying to be children again. What foolishness!
When I was younger, I used to think that Pluto was some kind of holiday island. So were Venus, Jupiter and Mars. But Pluto had been the most intriguing one.
When she was younger she liked many things such as dress up, building forts, and playing dolls, but now that she is older she doesn’t like those things.
Even though their all stunners
they wish that they were younger
screaming unknown from their eyes
seeking tomorrow for late lies
their sipping fresh from reality
lips slipping sweet normality
chained to the mirror of yesterday
they sing for the sweetness of morality
back to untainted pipe dreams
back to their souls of fresh seams
if their pipe was for dreams,
now its filled with the devils green
I looked at my sister in the passenger seat. She was grinning that smile that she gets, quiet but bright, like starlight. I darted my eyes back to the road, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. Who was I to her? Being the eldest sibling was too much work.
When I was younger I didn’t like to read or white that much and I would rather just play games and think about what it would be like to be older. But now I am older and I wish I was younger and I didn’t have to think about jobs or work and I could lie in my bed and think about how I would like to organise my teddy bears for their next teacup party.
I talk with him and I remember when I was younger… better yet, he remembers when I was younger and I remember when he was. Funny how when we speak the years drop away. Our bodies are older, our experiences for the last 30 years since we had parted extremely different, but the us we were then is still there. Lurking under the surface. Those little things that seemed so big, long gone. Misunderstandings and explanations that we wouldn’t or couldn’t listen too then expands into a deeper understanding and a few, ‘I wish had listened/asked back then…’, so many times in our convos. But it’s neat how both of us relish the wonder of the good things that have happened and wouldn’t change a thing if those special people wouldn’t be there. We both love our kids. Snippets of our lives where we lived and touched our dreams. We grew up apart, but still together as our thoughts and brief sightings and mini-visits in a grocery store or warehouse club brought it all back again to dance in our dreams of what could have been… Now, we are reconnecting on a deeper level. Intimate friends whose love for each other has never faded just grown, changed, and like wine, ripened into something unique and special. I don’t believe it’s chance we are in each others lives again right now. States away in body, never away in heart.
She was younger than Michael by about four minutes. And she never let him forget it. Usually, it’s the older who lords over the younger. But Leslie had the ‘baby’ routine down to a T. She milked it best when dad was around. After he left, things didn’t get better or worse – just empty.
When I was younger I always thought about what things would be like in the future. I never knew that I would be the person who I am now. I guess it all comes with experience, but when can we really look back and say when I was younger I knew exactly what I wanted to become. I know nothing more now than what I knew then. Probably less, actually. And to be honest, there really isn’t a difference.
She used to wish that she could be older. It was what every other child did, after all. There were dreams of what would happen when she finally had the world in the palm of her hand. But now? She missed those younger years, when things were easy. How could she not? After all, life wasn’t so prone to falling apart, back then. Now, on the other hand? She had a failed marriage, a company going down the drain. And all she wanted was for her mother to let her hide under the covers again, while she went and made grilled cheese and tomato soup. Yeah, she missed being younger. When playing in puddles was socially acceptable, and she didn’t have the world resting on her shoulders.
When I was younger, I was a bit of a chubby butter-ball. I grow up & out of that since. As well as many behaviors. Except my anger. As a child, I was always agressive, nowadays I find its a symptom of my anxiety.
Oh the days of yore call out to me. There was a time when I was invincible, there was a time when I shaped mountains and called the seas forth. That time seems to have passed, as all things do. Like the sun setting slowly across the horizon. The things I did when I was younger.
I wish I were younger. Wish I hadn’t wasted away my youth on a man who didn’t love me back. Wish I had done things differently. I also know that in 10 years i’ll wish I was as young as I am now. Life is funny like that. The days are long but the years are so short.
And though I think they still are, brief dots of red have begun to invade the greyscale landscape of my soul.
And though I would hesitate using such superfluous descriptions, I can tell you that the moment you spoke my name, the black and white sky lit up with something.
And though I doubt that something was love, it was enough for me to turn around and trip on an errant brick.
You laughed, and so did I, because there was no greater pain than to watch you and know with irrevocable certainty that this was the beginning of the end.
How different I have become as compared to younger me than 10 years ago. When I was younger, I was more energetic, I want to explore everything, I used to find joy even apparently in silly thing. I used to laugh my heart out. But, now I am changed.
Just a little boy. Getting bruised and cruising gently through the bark with the pieces sticking into his feet like thorns. His mother picks out his shirts. His haircut is trimmed and non-insulting. He wants a mowhawk to impress everyone at school. And to be different. He doesn’t like going to church.
Remember the first time you ever fell in love? That time when you wanted to be with that person forever? And that time you realized the first ones never work out? Yes, I do too. And it is that simple time of a younger self that can mark your life forever.
When I was younger, I wasn’t smaller. All the kids had these amazing summer growth spurs every year. I had two, one in kindergarten and one in middle school. After that I was the giant in calss. Funny thing is, today I’m the shortest and thinnest amongst my friends.
When I was younger, I liked pink. I don’t know why, but it was the age where most girls undergo the change from plain to hot pink or blue. There are two types of people who wear pink: The ones who it looks good in an the ones who don’t.
You look younger than you did twenty years ago. Somehow, the silver in your hair makes everything about you seem, feel, appear lighter. You’ve shaved, and your prominent jawline shines in the sparse autumn sunlight. You’ve lost weight, and your blue blazer caresses the curves of your hips as you walk. You told me you started taking testosterone five years ago. I can tell you, it’s done wonders.
It seems we all were once
younger
further
away
from there
now even than
we were at that point
which is an aribitrary
point in a curve
a line far back into space
and out into the stratosphere
Younger
and
what
did
we
know then other
than that we…
The two of them had always been together, since they were very small. Even though she was the older, he’d always taken it on himself to look after her. But, if he was honest, she’d always looked after him, too. They were partners that way. It was just the way they were– the way they always had been.
The younger version of me stared back at me with unblinking eyes. Brown eyes matching brown eyes, stubborn to a fault, not bending or breaking under my determination to get her to see the travesty in giving her heart to that boy!
Younger is a beautiful word meaning “not old.” This word creates a beautiful picture in the mind of youth. The word childhood is often associated with the word younger.
I wish I had more time
. I wish I could go back in time an relive some of those best moments. But sadly, we aren’t getting any younger so we have to cherish them.
I’m younger than a 70 year old woman she smells like dirty butt I’m so young I’m a young man young people are good!
you are younger then me you that means you have to listen to me. if you touch my younger sister i will gut you like the filthy pig you are. lucy being the youngest was not listened to when she said she had found a secret land inside a wardrobe.
running kids
falling bikes
friends
play weekends
play dates
n
when I was younger,
and the world had not yet succumbed
so much to the
disappearance of the ozone layer,
my mind had likewise
the protection it needed to
run rampant,
but now the icecaps are melting and
perhaps I’m not as young as I
once was—
I frequent coffee shops instead of castles and
now I can only fly in
my dreams
When I was younger, I dreamed of being older. Now that I am older, I wonder what I did with my time when I was younger.
Some of my best life stories come from my younger years, and came from the dumb things I got myself into through naiveté and just plain being young – so there’s that. Take that, older me. I mean “now” me. I mean … time’s up.
People say I’m ”younger” but I’m really not. I hate when they say i’m the ”younger” one when honestly they are the younger one.
i wish i wasnt the younger one of the family, i wish i was the big responsible one telling people what to do, but i thought to myself, i would have to WORK alot
he was younger than me and my brother
the verbose youngster claimed to be younger than his chick;
the holder hen resides in a sunnier estate of thoughts;
to chortle a duvet of laughter which slaps a surreal algae;
is what the youngster claimed
as
Friday!
My younger brother can be caring and sweet and helpful sometimes and other times he can be really annoying.
Younger. Why do women always want to look younger? It is a severely disappointing trend. People spend their entire lives as children trying to be older, be adults, yet when they are adults they spend the other half trying to be children again. What foolishness!
The age of something.There is a younger generation of the man, his kids are grown up but are still younger then him.
When I was younger, I used to think that Pluto was some kind of holiday island. So were Venus, Jupiter and Mars. But Pluto had been the most intriguing one.
When she was younger she liked many things such as dress up, building forts, and playing dolls, but now that she is older she doesn’t like those things.
I wish I was younger every day, but then I don’t . One of those if I knew then what I know now things, then all would be very very well.
Even though their all stunners
they wish that they were younger
screaming unknown from their eyes
seeking tomorrow for late lies
their sipping fresh from reality
lips slipping sweet normality
chained to the mirror of yesterday
they sing for the sweetness of morality
back to untainted pipe dreams
back to their souls of fresh seams
if their pipe was for dreams,
now its filled with the devils green
I looked at my sister in the passenger seat. She was grinning that smile that she gets, quiet but bright, like starlight. I darted my eyes back to the road, trying to ignore the lump in my throat. Who was I to her? Being the eldest sibling was too much work.
When I was younger I didn’t like to read or white that much and I would rather just play games and think about what it would be like to be older. But now I am older and I wish I was younger and I didn’t have to think about jobs or work and I could lie in my bed and think about how I would like to organise my teddy bears for their next teacup party.
I talk with him and I remember when I was younger… better yet, he remembers when I was younger and I remember when he was. Funny how when we speak the years drop away. Our bodies are older, our experiences for the last 30 years since we had parted extremely different, but the us we were then is still there. Lurking under the surface. Those little things that seemed so big, long gone. Misunderstandings and explanations that we wouldn’t or couldn’t listen too then expands into a deeper understanding and a few, ‘I wish had listened/asked back then…’, so many times in our convos. But it’s neat how both of us relish the wonder of the good things that have happened and wouldn’t change a thing if those special people wouldn’t be there. We both love our kids. Snippets of our lives where we lived and touched our dreams. We grew up apart, but still together as our thoughts and brief sightings and mini-visits in a grocery store or warehouse club brought it all back again to dance in our dreams of what could have been… Now, we are reconnecting on a deeper level. Intimate friends whose love for each other has never faded just grown, changed, and like wine, ripened into something unique and special. I don’t believe it’s chance we are in each others lives again right now. States away in body, never away in heart.
I think the younger you are the more possibilities you have.
I wish I was younger so I could change my life.
Unfortunately, that can never happen…
She was younger than Michael by about four minutes. And she never let him forget it. Usually, it’s the older who lords over the younger. But Leslie had the ‘baby’ routine down to a T. She milked it best when dad was around. After he left, things didn’t get better or worse – just empty.
When I was younger I always thought about what things would be like in the future. I never knew that I would be the person who I am now. I guess it all comes with experience, but when can we really look back and say when I was younger I knew exactly what I wanted to become. I know nothing more now than what I knew then. Probably less, actually. And to be honest, there really isn’t a difference.
She used to wish that she could be older. It was what every other child did, after all. There were dreams of what would happen when she finally had the world in the palm of her hand. But now? She missed those younger years, when things were easy. How could she not? After all, life wasn’t so prone to falling apart, back then. Now, on the other hand? She had a failed marriage, a company going down the drain. And all she wanted was for her mother to let her hide under the covers again, while she went and made grilled cheese and tomato soup. Yeah, she missed being younger. When playing in puddles was socially acceptable, and she didn’t have the world resting on her shoulders.
When I was younger, I was a bit of a chubby butter-ball. I grow up & out of that since. As well as many behaviors. Except my anger. As a child, I was always agressive, nowadays I find its a symptom of my anxiety.
Oh the days of yore call out to me. There was a time when I was invincible, there was a time when I shaped mountains and called the seas forth. That time seems to have passed, as all things do. Like the sun setting slowly across the horizon. The things I did when I was younger.
I wish I were younger. Wish I hadn’t wasted away my youth on a man who didn’t love me back. Wish I had done things differently. I also know that in 10 years i’ll wish I was as young as I am now. Life is funny like that. The days are long but the years are so short.
Love and loss were foreign concepts to me.
And though I think they still are, brief dots of red have begun to invade the greyscale landscape of my soul.
And though I would hesitate using such superfluous descriptions, I can tell you that the moment you spoke my name, the black and white sky lit up with something.
And though I doubt that something was love, it was enough for me to turn around and trip on an errant brick.
You laughed, and so did I, because there was no greater pain than to watch you and know with irrevocable certainty that this was the beginning of the end.
How different I have become as compared to younger me than 10 years ago. When I was younger, I was more energetic, I want to explore everything, I used to find joy even apparently in silly thing. I used to laugh my heart out. But, now I am changed.
Just a little boy. Getting bruised and cruising gently through the bark with the pieces sticking into his feet like thorns. His mother picks out his shirts. His haircut is trimmed and non-insulting. He wants a mowhawk to impress everyone at school. And to be different. He doesn’t like going to church.
Remember the first time you ever fell in love? That time when you wanted to be with that person forever? And that time you realized the first ones never work out? Yes, I do too. And it is that simple time of a younger self that can mark your life forever.
When I was younger, I wasn’t smaller. All the kids had these amazing summer growth spurs every year. I had two, one in kindergarten and one in middle school. After that I was the giant in calss. Funny thing is, today I’m the shortest and thinnest amongst my friends.
When I was younger, I liked pink. I don’t know why, but it was the age where most girls undergo the change from plain to hot pink or blue. There are two types of people who wear pink: The ones who it looks good in an the ones who don’t.
You look younger than you did twenty years ago. Somehow, the silver in your hair makes everything about you seem, feel, appear lighter. You’ve shaved, and your prominent jawline shines in the sparse autumn sunlight. You’ve lost weight, and your blue blazer caresses the curves of your hips as you walk. You told me you started taking testosterone five years ago. I can tell you, it’s done wonders.
It seems we all were once
younger
further
away
from there
now even than
we were at that point
which is an aribitrary
point in a curve
a line far back into space
and out into the stratosphere
Younger
and
what
did
we
know then other
than that we…
The two of them had always been together, since they were very small. Even though she was the older, he’d always taken it on himself to look after her. But, if he was honest, she’d always looked after him, too. They were partners that way. It was just the way they were– the way they always had been.
Youngster Joey would like to battle!