then i saw her face ‘m a believer! ke that song. but not really so much anymore it’s way too overplayed and overrated. the monkees really aren’t that amazing. the beatles kick their ass hard. buys, believer. i used to bo a believer . in god that is but not anymore. i mean mas ral i guess i just don’t even care. i don’t like organized religion i think its heinous. but whatevs. i choose to live my life my own way not through someone else. even the message for the most part is pretty decent but it’s all just a big fuckin elaborate fairy tale that is poisoning the mminds of our society. wel maybe not d but still it’s stupid. not nearly as bad as our government though.
Jesus. Idiots. Monkeys, i’m a believer. Better monkeys than jesus really. Faith, George Michael. What? Why George Michael. Now I can’t get it out of my head. Give head, that’s what he did, didn’t he.
she doesn’t care, because she can’t care.
she doesn’t love, because she can’t love.
she doesn’t kiss her children goodnight, because she has no children.
she is not not a virgin, because she never had sex.
she never had sex because she never found the right guy.
she never found the right guy because the right guy is a girl.
she never admitted it because her dad already beats her
and he beats her
and
she is not
a believer.
Believer. They say, I’ll make a believer out of you, but I’d never believe her. She’s a liar, a dirty down-right stinkin’ liar. She makes believe of everything she does. She doesn’t think in the real world, she thinks in her dreams, and she doesn’t live like you and I – oh no – she lives much different; she lives much further away. She’s a believe, and so she lives in a fairytale land so lost and forgotten that nobody can even notice she’s gone.
She sat there singing to herself. “Just imagine…” Where did that song come from, anyway? YouTube, probably. That’s where it all comes from, isn’t it? But it’s a good song. She liked the message, and continued humming. “If you imagine, we can come together and create a new beginning and and end…” Was that true? Could we? “Just imagine, and it can happen…” If only, if only. She wasn’t sure she believed that one. “Just imagine we could live our favorite melodies; just imagine and everyone will believe…” She loved the song, yes. Still loves it, really. But did she believe the words she sang? Could she?
The Flying Padyenikovs bounded around back and forth on the teeterboard. They formed their pyramids, tumbled, flipped and balanced. But nobody in the audience thought that they would be able to do a ten-man-high. It seemed impossible. The most ever successfully performed has been six. But the troupe got into formation, and the ten acrobats lined up, waiting their turn to vault skyward. Dmitri took base, Josef and Mischka climbed up on him to make three. A hush fell over the crowd. When Katarina shot from the teeterboard into the tower of men, shooting Mischka into the third row, they had not created any believers.
its hard to believe in anyone or anything unless you truly know what you are believing in. no matter what you may think, to trluly believe in something you need to know it and put all your heart and body to it
The opposite of a skeptical person?
Yet we see both;
how strange,
that the wisest men could yet be wrong….
we assure ourselves,
they’re wrong.
Well, that’s what I believe.
I used to be one, you know. Strong and sure, the Mississippi of currents. I’m still now; stagnant. Lily pads and bullfrogs; all sweeter than me. I wish it would quicken and stir my heart again.
someone who has beliefs about certain gods, political structures, revolutions, causes, etc. this person has all the qualities in his life and personality to become optimistic, if he chooses to believe in something benevolent like heaven. this is good for some, however a beleiver in superstition could be bad and lead to fears and insecurities that cause harm
i feel that everyone is a believer and there is always something to believe for the believer. it means you have a dream and you believe in it and there is something to look forward to.
I am a dreamer. A believer. I believe in what’s there, what’s not. I wish and believe on what I love and hate. This world I live in and people, I believe in them I believe that it can be better. That we can make it better. That one day, what I believe will matter. I am a believer that love is the weapon. That hate is the crime. That money are the bombs in the war we will always fight. I am a believer.
i am a believer of myself and a believer of others. i believe in my abilities to become very successful through my talent and creativity. i believe that i have the full capabilities of anything. i am a believer of the higher power. the universe is my belief.
i am a true believer of love/life.
Believers never give up hope on the existence of love, but it makes you wonder how many people still are believers. Are you a believer? I am. I believe in anything and everything.
I ONCE SAW A BELIEVER, THEN I ASKED HIM WHY HE DID SO. HE TOLD ME “IF WE DON’T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING, WE HAVE NOTHING.” NOW I’M THAT BELIEVER, TELLING YUO THE SAME.
I was a believer, a believer even for the most blatantly obvious lies. I was willing to trust humanity and to fool myself that people had no reason to lie. For me, jealousy, envy, and anger did not, could not induce people to lie to each other. I was a believer, and I stood up for everyone. Why, Eminem once said, “You have enemies? That’s good, that means you actually stood up for something.” Does that mean everyone is my enemy? No, it means no one is.
i believe in love. i believe in happiness and i believe in freedom. i want to know what you believe in. i want to know what makes you tick and what causes you would fight for. i want to know so much about you my head explodes with the knowledge because i believe in you. you are the light the soul the happiness the joy. you are my love. i believe in you.
The believer never really existed. He was just a conformer, well, that was before the revelation, of course. After he saw the conspiracy for what it was, he realized how we’re all actually living between the lines, when we really should look at the whole page, word by word.
A true believer met a heathen on the road,
and set fire to his house because he prayed to a different God.
The heathen smiled sadly at the believer, yet raised not a fist, even when he himself was beaten down.
The believer went on his way of destruction,
Corrupting his soul and those around him,
While the heathen got into heaven,
And rejoiced for the rest of eternity.
I’m not much of a believer, or what else you may name it. But this I could grasp, I could see it in front of me, and then it vanished. My whole life turned upside down because of one tiny moment.
I want to be a believer but everything tells me there is nothing more out there. There is no God, no Allah, no Buddha, there is only now and only here. It is what we make of it that counts. Don’t be sad, find comfort in knowing you hold your own destiny.
I’ve never been a real believer in that old saying, “good things come to those who wait.” No, I’ve always been the type to wait for a minute or so, then lose my patience and find a way to get what I want faster.
I am a believer. I believe in love. in truth. in happiness. in God. No one can take my believe away from me or from any true believer. There is doubt there is pain and there is some hurt in being a believer. I believe in love and i believe that love is the most hurtful thing a human can come upon, believe me, believe in you. believe in what is close to your heart.
It’s strange. Society, that is. Better, the human race. We all think, we speak, we all… believe. But, as we don’t speak the same, nor think the same, we also don’t believe the same. It’s all in the sense that we choose different paths that lead to the same place.
When I first noticed the watch in the window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My perfect, exact match. This was what I wanted.
Of course, being the beggar that I was, this was something not quite in my price range. So instead, I turned to the one thing I knew how to do: theft. Theft of a watch, stealing time.
I don’t think I’m a believer of religion anymore. I can see through the smoke and mirrors of modern religion, I don’t have any extraneous proof that there is a god. I think my friends believe that this is just a phase of mine but it’s gone on now for many years.
I’m a believer of the bible and that it’s the word of God. It tells of how God created this world and everything that’s in it. God’s word is full of amazing story that guides a Christian to eternal life.
i saw the belief of no under acheiver flying through the lines of and inside out mind grabbing the pieces that were placed in a sky above my face, a place of no disgrace where the rythem meets the space of a place deep in outer space. i sense the magic working in hopes of a better tomorow where the leave follow using the wind to follow a path of great abracadabs in a pot of special pizzaz.
i believe in you. do you believe in me the way a bee believes in spring. believer of plants and believer of love. what is believe, who is believer? i imagine you strong and beautiful and that you will always be here
then i saw her face ‘m a believer! ke that song. but not really so much anymore it’s way too overplayed and overrated. the monkees really aren’t that amazing. the beatles kick their ass hard. buys, believer. i used to bo a believer . in god that is but not anymore. i mean mas ral i guess i just don’t even care. i don’t like organized religion i think its heinous. but whatevs. i choose to live my life my own way not through someone else. even the message for the most part is pretty decent but it’s all just a big fuckin elaborate fairy tale that is poisoning the mminds of our society. wel maybe not d but still it’s stupid. not nearly as bad as our government though.
a believer is some one who despite lack of tangible evidence places their trust in some one or something. belief comes from an inward essence.
I’m a believer.We all need something to believe in, call it faith, call it reassurance, call it sanity or insanity even.
Jesus. Idiots. Monkeys, i’m a believer. Better monkeys than jesus really. Faith, George Michael. What? Why George Michael. Now I can’t get it out of my head. Give head, that’s what he did, didn’t he.
“it’s not gross,” he says, “i promise.”
i believe him.
i reach for the worm, grasp it between my fingers.
it wriggles in my palm.
i lift it to my lips, smile, look him in the eyes.
he giggles.
it touches my tongue, and i gag, swallow.
it wriggles down my throat.
he is bowled over.
it is hilarious.
it was gross.
but i believed him.
she doesn’t care, because she can’t care.
she doesn’t love, because she can’t love.
she doesn’t kiss her children goodnight, because she has no children.
she is not not a virgin, because she never had sex.
she never had sex because she never found the right guy.
she never found the right guy because the right guy is a girl.
she never admitted it because her dad already beats her
and he beats her
and
she is not
a believer.
believe in what?
yourself?
not god.
I’m not sure i believe in either.
I want to believe he really means it when he tells me he loves me.
Believer. They say, I’ll make a believer out of you, but I’d never believe her. She’s a liar, a dirty down-right stinkin’ liar. She makes believe of everything she does. She doesn’t think in the real world, she thinks in her dreams, and she doesn’t live like you and I – oh no – she lives much different; she lives much further away. She’s a believe, and so she lives in a fairytale land so lost and forgotten that nobody can even notice she’s gone.
She sat there singing to herself. “Just imagine…” Where did that song come from, anyway? YouTube, probably. That’s where it all comes from, isn’t it? But it’s a good song. She liked the message, and continued humming. “If you imagine, we can come together and create a new beginning and and end…” Was that true? Could we? “Just imagine, and it can happen…” If only, if only. She wasn’t sure she believed that one. “Just imagine we could live our favorite melodies; just imagine and everyone will believe…” She loved the song, yes. Still loves it, really. But did she believe the words she sang? Could she?
Someone who believes in something. Not to be confused with ‘Belieber’, someone who’s a devout follower of Justin Bieber.
The Flying Padyenikovs bounded around back and forth on the teeterboard. They formed their pyramids, tumbled, flipped and balanced. But nobody in the audience thought that they would be able to do a ten-man-high. It seemed impossible. The most ever successfully performed has been six. But the troupe got into formation, and the ten acrobats lined up, waiting their turn to vault skyward. Dmitri took base, Josef and Mischka climbed up on him to make three. A hush fell over the crowd. When Katarina shot from the teeterboard into the tower of men, shooting Mischka into the third row, they had not created any believers.
its hard to believe in anyone or anything unless you truly know what you are believing in. no matter what you may think, to trluly believe in something you need to know it and put all your heart and body to it
The opposite of a skeptical person?
Yet we see both;
how strange,
that the wisest men could yet be wrong….
we assure ourselves,
they’re wrong.
Well, that’s what I believe.
I was a believer
until you showed me something I couldn’t bare to see
I don’t know if it was the truth
or if you lied to me
I used to be one, you know. Strong and sure, the Mississippi of currents. I’m still now; stagnant. Lily pads and bullfrogs; all sweeter than me. I wish it would quicken and stir my heart again.
someone who has beliefs about certain gods, political structures, revolutions, causes, etc. this person has all the qualities in his life and personality to become optimistic, if he chooses to believe in something benevolent like heaven. this is good for some, however a beleiver in superstition could be bad and lead to fears and insecurities that cause harm
believer, let’s see, I’m a believer in many things, but I’m mostly a believer in myself.
i’m a believer.. i believe he’ll come back. i miss him, i want him back.. now. i believe that things will get better.. i believe i can be happy again.
i feel that everyone is a believer and there is always something to believe for the believer. it means you have a dream and you believe in it and there is something to look forward to.
I am a dreamer. A believer. I believe in what’s there, what’s not. I wish and believe on what I love and hate. This world I live in and people, I believe in them I believe that it can be better. That we can make it better. That one day, what I believe will matter. I am a believer that love is the weapon. That hate is the crime. That money are the bombs in the war we will always fight. I am a believer.
i am a believer of myself and a believer of others. i believe in my abilities to become very successful through my talent and creativity. i believe that i have the full capabilities of anything. i am a believer of the higher power. the universe is my belief.
i am a true believer of love/life.
Believers never give up hope on the existence of love, but it makes you wonder how many people still are believers. Are you a believer? I am. I believe in anything and everything.
of life. and living. and love. most of all love.
I ONCE SAW A BELIEVER, THEN I ASKED HIM WHY HE DID SO. HE TOLD ME “IF WE DON’T BELIEVE IN ANYTHING, WE HAVE NOTHING.” NOW I’M THAT BELIEVER, TELLING YUO THE SAME.
when you say you’re a believer
all i see is a liar. you cannot
ever be what you say you are
when you lie to yourself
and we all see right through you.
I was a believer, a believer even for the most blatantly obvious lies. I was willing to trust humanity and to fool myself that people had no reason to lie. For me, jealousy, envy, and anger did not, could not induce people to lie to each other. I was a believer, and I stood up for everyone. Why, Eminem once said, “You have enemies? That’s good, that means you actually stood up for something.” Does that mean everyone is my enemy? No, it means no one is.
i believe in love. i believe in happiness and i believe in freedom. i want to know what you believe in. i want to know what makes you tick and what causes you would fight for. i want to know so much about you my head explodes with the knowledge because i believe in you. you are the light the soul the happiness the joy. you are my love. i believe in you.
The believer never really existed. He was just a conformer, well, that was before the revelation, of course. After he saw the conspiracy for what it was, he realized how we’re all actually living between the lines, when we really should look at the whole page, word by word.
A true believer met a heathen on the road,
and set fire to his house because he prayed to a different God.
The heathen smiled sadly at the believer, yet raised not a fist, even when he himself was beaten down.
The believer went on his way of destruction,
Corrupting his soul and those around him,
While the heathen got into heaven,
And rejoiced for the rest of eternity.
I’m not much of a believer, or what else you may name it. But this I could grasp, I could see it in front of me, and then it vanished. My whole life turned upside down because of one tiny moment.
believer and a dreamer, fighter, but not a leaver, if I dream I can fly then I’ll fly too high.if you believe you can fly, you should try.
I want to be a believer but everything tells me there is nothing more out there. There is no God, no Allah, no Buddha, there is only now and only here. It is what we make of it that counts. Don’t be sad, find comfort in knowing you hold your own destiny.
I’ve never been a real believer in that old saying, “good things come to those who wait.” No, I’ve always been the type to wait for a minute or so, then lose my patience and find a way to get what I want faster.
I am a believer. I believe in love. in truth. in happiness. in God. No one can take my believe away from me or from any true believer. There is doubt there is pain and there is some hurt in being a believer. I believe in love and i believe that love is the most hurtful thing a human can come upon, believe me, believe in you. believe in what is close to your heart.
It’s strange. Society, that is. Better, the human race. We all think, we speak, we all… believe. But, as we don’t speak the same, nor think the same, we also don’t believe the same. It’s all in the sense that we choose different paths that lead to the same place.
When I first noticed the watch in the window, I couldn’t believe my eyes. My perfect, exact match. This was what I wanted.
Of course, being the beggar that I was, this was something not quite in my price range. So instead, I turned to the one thing I knew how to do: theft. Theft of a watch, stealing time.
I don’t think I’m a believer of religion anymore. I can see through the smoke and mirrors of modern religion, I don’t have any extraneous proof that there is a god. I think my friends believe that this is just a phase of mine but it’s gone on now for many years.
I’m a believer of the bible and that it’s the word of God. It tells of how God created this world and everything that’s in it. God’s word is full of amazing story that guides a Christian to eternal life.
i saw the belief of no under acheiver flying through the lines of and inside out mind grabbing the pieces that were placed in a sky above my face, a place of no disgrace where the rythem meets the space of a place deep in outer space. i sense the magic working in hopes of a better tomorow where the leave follow using the wind to follow a path of great abracadabs in a pot of special pizzaz.
i believe in you. do you believe in me the way a bee believes in spring. believer of plants and believer of love. what is believe, who is believer? i imagine you strong and beautiful and that you will always be here