They all look at you that way. They can’t hide the concern, the worry, in their eyes. They’re awful actors, really horrible.
You’re much better at hiding what you feel. Put on a smile, try to have it reach your eyes. You’ll be okay. You’ll be just fine. You’ll be fine.
Concern is what you have when you check your facebook and some teenager has posted a ton of angst about how rotten everyone is and she just thinks life stinks. Oh, to be able to get into that young person’s brain and to let her know how.much.God.REALLY.loves her. Life is just stinkin’ good.
I have such concern for the amount of ice cream I’ve been consuming!!!! My concern is for my ever expanding waste line…GREAT CONCERN that is is expanding and it’s not even the holiday season! Great concern for the pants that are already unbuttoned more then buttoned!
I felt it heavy in the air like the left over smell of fresh cut herbs. Concern was making her lids heavy, his lips slack. They looked at me like I were a poor little girl stuck in the middle of the road in a storm with a cut on my knee. They were concerned. For me. They were concerned at how I would react; painfully, or violently.
I’m concerned for my future. Where am I headed? Sure, I’m under the impression that I’m going to be successful in the end, but I can’t envision the path leading up to it. And isn’t the journey what’s important rather than the destination? I don’t know.
Why can’t I stop?
Oh, God, I lost my grip then and I’m still skidding toward something ominous, desperate for someone to hold out their hand and save me.
The little boy walked in looking down. His hands were cupped around a small worm. His mother asked why he looked so concerned. “I found this wormie and he was alone. I don’t know where his mommy is!”
I’m concerned of what I’m going to do with myself now. I’ve been far from being myself lately, and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m concerned about my life, about my future, but especially this very moment. What to do? Who to be?
Concern is a word that can be heavy. You live your life trying to NOT be concerned about things, but often that is in vain, as concern over most things in your life consumes you. That is not an easy road to overcome.
Iam concerned for your well being. but I am not a shrink, so don’t listen to me. Listen to the voices inside your head as they build in pace and promise you things impossible to keep. because after all, I am no one
I was very concerned. I didn’t know if she’d be alright. Her world was crashing down, it was lava, or plasma, or whatever it’s called, pouring over her, destroying her. She no longer knew what to do. She had never before known the meaning of a world being shattered, but just in an instant, she knew. It was absolutely terrifying.
Concern for you causes my forehead to furrow. Concern can be too serious, and too demanding. Concern requires great amounts of concebtration. So don’t think I don’t care, it’s it’s just that i can not concern myself with concerning.
It doesn’t concern him that she keeps staring at him. He sees the pain in her eyes, but doesn’t pay attention. He can see that she’s still longing for him, but he sees nothing. Nothing she is doing concerns him. He just wants to move on.
What worries me about this is how easy it is. Loving you is effortless. People have always told me that you have to work hard to make love last…so why don’t we?
As I let go, there is a moment of kindness in both our hearts. I realize how much I have grown these past few months when I take a moment in my day to help you feel better. I am suddenly astounded by the audacity of my own two feet and my ability to walk away, being on my own.
I have concern for people and my life. And the present. I wish I had done things differently in the past. I think a lot of times I don’t have concern or am concerned about where my decisions will leave me after the excitement of them fades. I really don’t think sometimes. I am not fair to my future self.
There are many things to be concerned about. Beauty, intelligence, friends. Your future, perhaps, is what worries you. But, really, is it worth the time? Mistakes will happen – life goes on. Why worry about them now? Life is too precious to keep worrying about things. Live life now.
As I watched her press the blade to her wrist, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of concern.
Didn’t she realize what she was doing to herself? Didn’t she realize that she wasn’t just hurting herself every time she pressed the knife hard against her skin? Didn’t she realize that one of these days, she might press just a little too hard?
Of course she didn’t. And that was what concerned him the most.
fake love and concern swirls in his eyes
as he squeezes out plastic wrapped tears
that mean nothing
dripping down your cheeks
and they kiss,
and she runs
and the sun keeps burning.
I am concerned about her. I really am. People do such shitty things to her. I know she isn’t perfect. No one is. But I think all this shittiness is really getting to her. I am concerned. She’s my best friend. People can be so shitty to one another.
It has come to my concern that things aren’t really going to change for me.
Not ever.
You think you’ve escaped something and you run away from it, face it, possibly defeat it? But it doesn’t die. Only remains dormant until you least expect it.
So take me, vultures. Take me because I’m tired of fighting this.
I’m so sick of fighting something that seems inevitable.
And maybe I deserve it.
My concern is left in the dust of your ravaged mind.
Off.
Off to that desolate path on gravel covered earth where trees stood before.
and at the end theres a pecan tree.
Tire swing.
White walls,
White soul.
im reALLY SAD AND SCARED. SOMETIMES LIFE IS TOO HARD. I WANT TO CRY. I GET CONCERNED AT HOW MUCH FOOD I EAT. WHY CANT I CONTROL MYSELF? WHY HAVENT I HAD SEX? WILL I ALWAYS BE ALONE? THERES A POTENTIAL I WILL DIE SOON. WILL THAT BE OKAY?
concern is a feeling. it represents a sentimental value you hold toward something. if you did not then you would not feel concern for it. it presents a understanding of a situation and the concerning part is what the outcome will be. individuals are not concerned with there actions, just with the consequences.
i was concerned about his temper, my weight, the tawny stains on my newly bought cotton skirt. these things seemed minimal to most, but this build up of over-whelming issues grew strenuous inside my almost lifeless head.
I am concerned for my future. i am concerned for the future. What if I’m not good enough? What if I fail? What if I become a teacher and then it turns out I absolutely hate it? What do I do? I am concerned for heredity. I’m bored by it, and I’m scared I wont try and I’ll fail? How the fuck can i pass a university science course? concerned?
i have concern for the future. i concern for my secret relationship with a twenty year old. i have concern for my religion. i have concern for heaven and hell. i have a concern for smoking weed. i have concern for not living up to my potential. i have concern for lying to everyone. i have concern for not getting into college. i have concern for not being loved. i have concern for being chained to myself and my concern.
caring for people is a way to show you love them, Being concerned for their well being and making sure they know how much you care is a great way to live. However, too much concern can be meddling and no one likes a meddler.
Concern is necessary to be a human. To function well and live well one must have some sort of concern or care for the things going on around them. We can’t just go around apathetically or the world as we know it and how it was built for us will fall around us and not be the same for those after us.
hand on the shoulder. a worried look. sympathy in the eyes. The way I feel when I see my friend make a bad decision. How I feel when I look at a long to do list.
Lightening strikes twice, that’s a fact. It bothers me to know that, statistically speaking, it is not one specific ailment or malady we should fear, but one of any possible disasters that we are likely to encounter throughout life.
What concerns you? What concerns me? I am writing about the word concern, yet I have no idea what I am writing..I’m just writing what pops in my head..Concern? How can I write about concern…Why didn’t I get an easy word like dog or something. I have no idea what to write.
They all look at you that way. They can’t hide the concern, the worry, in their eyes. They’re awful actors, really horrible.
You’re much better at hiding what you feel. Put on a smile, try to have it reach your eyes. You’ll be okay. You’ll be just fine. You’ll be fine.
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Concern is what you have when you check your facebook and some teenager has posted a ton of angst about how rotten everyone is and she just thinks life stinks. Oh, to be able to get into that young person’s brain and to let her know how.much.God.REALLY.loves her. Life is just stinkin’ good.
I have such concern for the amount of ice cream I’ve been consuming!!!! My concern is for my ever expanding waste line…GREAT CONCERN that is is expanding and it’s not even the holiday season! Great concern for the pants that are already unbuttoned more then buttoned!
I felt it heavy in the air like the left over smell of fresh cut herbs. Concern was making her lids heavy, his lips slack. They looked at me like I were a poor little girl stuck in the middle of the road in a storm with a cut on my knee. They were concerned. For me. They were concerned at how I would react; painfully, or violently.
I’m concerned for my future. Where am I headed? Sure, I’m under the impression that I’m going to be successful in the end, but I can’t envision the path leading up to it. And isn’t the journey what’s important rather than the destination? I don’t know.
Why can’t I stop?
Oh, God, I lost my grip then and I’m still skidding toward something ominous, desperate for someone to hold out their hand and save me.
The little boy walked in looking down. His hands were cupped around a small worm. His mother asked why he looked so concerned. “I found this wormie and he was alone. I don’t know where his mommy is!”
I’m concerned of what I’m going to do with myself now. I’ve been far from being myself lately, and I don’t know how to fix it. I’m concerned about my life, about my future, but especially this very moment. What to do? Who to be?
I am concerned that I will fail miserably at this! Oh dear the time is going by so fast and I keep hitting the wrong keys! Time’s up!
Concern is a word that can be heavy. You live your life trying to NOT be concerned about things, but often that is in vain, as concern over most things in your life consumes you. That is not an easy road to overcome.
Iam concerned for your well being. but I am not a shrink, so don’t listen to me. Listen to the voices inside your head as they build in pace and promise you things impossible to keep. because after all, I am no one
I am concerned that I wont pass my science test. Meaning I am worried about my science test.
I was very concerned. I didn’t know if she’d be alright. Her world was crashing down, it was lava, or plasma, or whatever it’s called, pouring over her, destroying her. She no longer knew what to do. She had never before known the meaning of a world being shattered, but just in an instant, she knew. It was absolutely terrifying.
Concern for you causes my forehead to furrow. Concern can be too serious, and too demanding. Concern requires great amounts of concebtration. So don’t think I don’t care, it’s it’s just that i can not concern myself with concerning.
It doesn’t concern him that she keeps staring at him. He sees the pain in her eyes, but doesn’t pay attention. He can see that she’s still longing for him, but he sees nothing. Nothing she is doing concerns him. He just wants to move on.
What worries me about this is how easy it is. Loving you is effortless. People have always told me that you have to work hard to make love last…so why don’t we?
I’m concerned about my sister living with a drug addict and his four year old son in sketchy apartments. She is so far away from me.
As I let go, there is a moment of kindness in both our hearts. I realize how much I have grown these past few months when I take a moment in my day to help you feel better. I am suddenly astounded by the audacity of my own two feet and my ability to walk away, being on my own.
I have concern for people and my life. And the present. I wish I had done things differently in the past. I think a lot of times I don’t have concern or am concerned about where my decisions will leave me after the excitement of them fades. I really don’t think sometimes. I am not fair to my future self.
There are many things to be concerned about. Beauty, intelligence, friends. Your future, perhaps, is what worries you. But, really, is it worth the time? Mistakes will happen – life goes on. Why worry about them now? Life is too precious to keep worrying about things. Live life now.
As I watched her press the blade to her wrist, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of concern.
Didn’t she realize what she was doing to herself? Didn’t she realize that she wasn’t just hurting herself every time she pressed the knife hard against her skin? Didn’t she realize that one of these days, she might press just a little too hard?
Of course she didn’t. And that was what concerned him the most.
fake love and concern swirls in his eyes
as he squeezes out plastic wrapped tears
that mean nothing
dripping down your cheeks
and they kiss,
and she runs
and the sun keeps burning.
i am filled with concern. someone i know is about to ruin his life.
I am concerned about her. I really am. People do such shitty things to her. I know she isn’t perfect. No one is. But I think all this shittiness is really getting to her. I am concerned. She’s my best friend. People can be so shitty to one another.
It has come to my concern that things aren’t really going to change for me.
Not ever.
You think you’ve escaped something and you run away from it, face it, possibly defeat it? But it doesn’t die. Only remains dormant until you least expect it.
So take me, vultures. Take me because I’m tired of fighting this.
I’m so sick of fighting something that seems inevitable.
And maybe I deserve it.
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My concern is left in the dust of your ravaged mind.
Off.
Off to that desolate path on gravel covered earth where trees stood before.
and at the end theres a pecan tree.
Tire swing.
White walls,
White soul.
im reALLY SAD AND SCARED. SOMETIMES LIFE IS TOO HARD. I WANT TO CRY. I GET CONCERNED AT HOW MUCH FOOD I EAT. WHY CANT I CONTROL MYSELF? WHY HAVENT I HAD SEX? WILL I ALWAYS BE ALONE? THERES A POTENTIAL I WILL DIE SOON. WILL THAT BE OKAY?
concern is a feeling. it represents a sentimental value you hold toward something. if you did not then you would not feel concern for it. it presents a understanding of a situation and the concerning part is what the outcome will be. individuals are not concerned with there actions, just with the consequences.
i was concerned about his temper, my weight, the tawny stains on my newly bought cotton skirt. these things seemed minimal to most, but this build up of over-whelming issues grew strenuous inside my almost lifeless head.
I am concerned for my future. i am concerned for the future. What if I’m not good enough? What if I fail? What if I become a teacher and then it turns out I absolutely hate it? What do I do? I am concerned for heredity. I’m bored by it, and I’m scared I wont try and I’ll fail? How the fuck can i pass a university science course? concerned?
i have concern for the future. i concern for my secret relationship with a twenty year old. i have concern for my religion. i have concern for heaven and hell. i have a concern for smoking weed. i have concern for not living up to my potential. i have concern for lying to everyone. i have concern for not getting into college. i have concern for not being loved. i have concern for being chained to myself and my concern.
questioned, scared. not feeling comfortable with the situation. the awkward silence that never is going to be
caring for people is a way to show you love them, Being concerned for their well being and making sure they know how much you care is a great way to live. However, too much concern can be meddling and no one likes a meddler.
Concern is necessary to be a human. To function well and live well one must have some sort of concern or care for the things going on around them. We can’t just go around apathetically or the world as we know it and how it was built for us will fall around us and not be the same for those after us.
hand on the shoulder. a worried look. sympathy in the eyes. The way I feel when I see my friend make a bad decision. How I feel when I look at a long to do list.
Don’t you ever worry.
Ever wonder what may happen?
Who may look for a little too long
at what we’re doing?
Are you scared
of the possible consequences?
If they were ever to catch us
together alone?
Lightening strikes twice, that’s a fact. It bothers me to know that, statistically speaking, it is not one specific ailment or malady we should fear, but one of any possible disasters that we are likely to encounter throughout life.
What concerns you? What concerns me? I am writing about the word concern, yet I have no idea what I am writing..I’m just writing what pops in my head..Concern? How can I write about concern…Why didn’t I get an easy word like dog or something. I have no idea what to write.
When my family and friends point out my mistakes, I thank God. For I know they are concerned about me. And that They love me.