What is a glance? A quick look, or something more? Something coy, a little bit shy, maybe. Or fleeting? Have we not enough time to look at something properly? Take it all in with a glance. What does that say about the world we live in. Glance around you. What can you see?
We’re not going to talk about the way I looked at Amy at the party. Sarah noticed it and she’s been hostile ever since. It doesn’t help that we had a past – a three-year involvement that ended when Amy caught me with Sarah.
I took a glance at the girl sitting ont eh grass in the park. She had long hair to her waist and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She looked up and arched her back then down again. She glanced at me. I think she did anyway. I hope she did. I want her to glace at me. Why would she though? Who am I? I am no one. I am no body.
I glance up at him, taking my head off his chest for one second, and smiled. HE ran his hand gently through my hair, and his hand brushed across my cheek. My heart skipped a beat, as I lay my head back down to listen to the rythmatic thumping of his own.
Walking in the park, I glance around my surroundings and see everything I can never have. Happy couples walking hand in hand, children smiling and playing. All of this will never happen because you left. You gave up.
At first glance, she was like any other girl. Long face and shimmery, shoulder length hair. But look again and you’d see the tiny scar running from her temple all the way to the nape of her neck. Razor thin,
I love you. Well not hysterically. But the glance worked. It just WORKED! Glances aren’t to be taken lightly. If you think about it, your next glance could dictate your entire future.
a world takes aglance in the mirror and sees only the vain reflection yet refuses to look in the mirrored background and seee the terror going on and on on never facing the underlying truth we are in trouble deep borderline breakdown failure
A glance into the heavens will assure you of your purpose here. But the heavens are being strangled by your habits and you don’t see me. How lost you must feel. Look up into my heart and you will find your way home.
our glances met from across the room. it was fraught with peril. the intricate designings of a romance aroused within each stare, and the moment of heat that surfaced was extinguished as soon as it had been born. each gaze was dropped and a razor sharp memory was formed.
one glance. and then another. i just cannot get my fill of you. the beauty rises out of you like the sun coming up over the mountains.
sweet glances. playful glances. i love you
With a last glance she closed the hotel room door and got out her car keys. This romantic getaway had turned into such a disappointment. She was reminded once again that anything less than mad passionate love was a waste of her time. But she knew she wouldn’t give up on him. She would continue giving her all in the hopes that one day he would give his in return…
I saw him as he was glancing over at me. His eyes were a very pale shade of brown. He had his hair pulled out of his face, it was much longer than my own hair. In once glance I knew I had met my Love.
she gave me a glance
over the hot mocha’s white plastic
her golden ring in silhouette
against the cardboard heat protector
her ring contrasting with the cherry red nails
drumming on the Starbuck’s mermaid
staring at her in the city. I don’t see anything but a vague sense of her personality radiating from her soul. She has long hair and speaks with weariness but curiosity and courage speak through
i saw you there, glancing at me from a far like i was an instrument you wanted to pick up and play. and all i could think about was how deep you stared into my soul, so deep you almost read my thoughts and even my past memories. it’s like you knew who i was and who i will be with just one look.
Well, I glanced at this page not with thought just with a click. This word makes me think of when I glanced at his profile. He must have seen me look, because he glanced at me… Was that possible? Well, I suppose it was, and currently still is possible. But, the glance was not my favorite moment. His glance was a lingering glare, his disgust in me was evident. I hated him at that exact moment. He glared as he glanced because of my ridiculous attempt at being funny with my extremely loud friends. He returned to his book. A moment later he up and left his chair and out the door of the classroom. My friend happened to come back in the classroom only a moment after he had left the room… He made a comment saying if I were to rule the world he world he would kill himself. It was at the moment I had heard that second hand, I decided if I was to kill myself even if slowly and non-actual suicide he would be getting a note describing how absolutely gorgeous his profile was at that moment before his glare, and how easy it is to put a person in a certain melancholy that would defenteley put anyone in a sudden and disturbing shock. His disgust transgressed my love flowing through my horrid veins. His glance sent in disgust was a love letter sent through the postal service, and received in my heart. My hate was my love, my love was my hate. I love him and he doesn’t love back. Disgusting as it is, glances can hold more than just a kodak moment in which only the memory can hold.
Isn’t it funny how contact with strangers, however brief, is so satisfying? I love walking down the street and sharing glances with attractive men, or women I guess, although men are more satisfying. You can say so much with just eye contact; it’s like you are telling them all about yourself and vice versa.
i glance at the man behind me is he watching me?i start to walk away will he follow me,i glance again i try to play a koi game now.will someone else notice my confusion?why do i keep asking myself these questions shouldt i just say something to him,make him stop.I turn around and he glances to his left for a moment too long i glance too at what he is looking at its a mirror.ITS JUST THE STRANGER AND I NOW …IN THE MIRROR.he moves closer and then glances at me..i cant look away i see myself and i cant look away.I touch my face…is this why the man followed me my face its ..its ..well its beautiful not ordinary or just pretty but breath taking.I remember i remember me who i was.But i remember that this is not me anymore,this is who i should have been,could have been.I glance at the man and he looks like LOVE AND SAFETY AND HE HAS A HALO.He smiles and i see his mouth moving but i cant hear him.he looks confused now i see he says Why?I glance away it hurts to look at him do i know him…does he know me..?I glance back to the mirror and my face is wet,tears.Im crying,i fall to my knees i do know him he is half i only see half of him now and i glance again and there is half of me we are both on our knees now just our halves.WE take deep breaths together as we could only be one and so together we come again and more so that we are now whole again.WE.As HUSBAND and WIFE and WHOLE.We smile and we know in our hearts we are not whole,we do not feel whole.We hold on together and embrace.We glance back at the mirror and we see a brilliant light.Confusion again.The light grows..inside.Inside of me inside of him..from our hearts and the light connects us a tight ring..like a hug.WE GLANCE at each other and back again at the mirror and the light has gone dim from his heart and grown in mine and starts to pulse and i see it beat.We stare for so long ..and then the pulse is two and the light is spreading to my abdomen and one pulse is my own and one for a new life..stronger and faster and brighter.We cry again in joy and fear we know what comes and we Glance at the WONDER that is ours.SHE has arrived my sweet AMBERLEE.GLANCE again and again and see the love grow and change and A FAMILY started with a GLANCE.
I saw a man. He was sitting on a bench. Alone. I knew him from a time long past. Perhaps a time yet to come. He was familiar, almost like a relative that you haven’t seen in a long time. That was when I realized it was myself.
Reading is always the best education you can receive from yourself. The words and the diction from reading can greatly improve your speech, communication abilities, and most importantly, your imagination. Don’t forget to read ever more than you did before. Reading is the key of the ages.
glance stare up and see you standing there
makes me smile for a brief shining second
then she shows up behind you
then I remember I missed my chance im to late
The glance, that terrifying initiation of first contact that we try so hard to conceal. I see a pretty person on the train and I steal a glance, but wait fuck she saw me, and now it’s evolved into a glare like the sun. But what is a glance if not a glimpse at perfection.
i look over to the window and see my familylaughing, having a good time. It is then i am glad i have poeple like them to share my life. They are a glance away and yet so complicated at times;but i love them.
a nod, a wink, a glance, a magic mushroom? eat me and drink me and you’ll morph and change and shape yourself into whatever i choose, and sit on the street begging for change. red hot rod glances from passers by slide over you, from the people too afraid to meet your eyes, from the people too scared to look at you in case the ‘real life hobo’ chases them shouting for money, from the people like you who’re just scared OF you.
then there are the little girls who look directly at you and don’t shrink back, and you’re dizzied from the openness of human contact while they skip along, forgiving everyone they walk past for things undone.
he glanced over at me in the library and i hurriedly looked back down at the book i was reading but the words didnt make sense anymore, the letters swimming across the page. i glanced back up as he did and we both looked away smiling. i decided to get up for coffee because i would have to walk by him
given over a shoulder. maybe across a room. barely an acknowledgment. just a tiny “I know you’re there, but I’m not going to thing anything of it”. almost offensive really. but just enough. just one glance. that’s all I need. please?
Glance.
I tend to walk through life just glancing.
My self-esteem and self-confidence are so low, I can’t look anyone in the eye passing by.
I walk through life just glancing as I walk by.
glanced at you the first moment we met it only lasted a second
but that is when i understood what they were talking about
it was at the tip at my tongue and all i could think of was that glance and the word….
Take a look at things and find the positive to every “bad” thing that happens.
glance. to be honest, i don’t know the word, not in dutch at least. so i think it ends here. bye!
What is a glance? A quick look, or something more? Something coy, a little bit shy, maybe. Or fleeting? Have we not enough time to look at something properly? Take it all in with a glance. What does that say about the world we live in. Glance around you. What can you see?
We’re not going to talk about the way I looked at Amy at the party. Sarah noticed it and she’s been hostile ever since. It doesn’t help that we had a past – a three-year involvement that ended when Amy caught me with Sarah.
sideways glances, so many chances ….for love
When I glanced at you my heart stopped. I stopped breathing. i couldn’t formulate any other words than Wow. That’s what you do to me.
I took a glance at the girl sitting ont eh grass in the park. She had long hair to her waist and a cigarette hanging out of her mouth. She looked up and arched her back then down again. She glanced at me. I think she did anyway. I hope she did. I want her to glace at me. Why would she though? Who am I? I am no one. I am no body.
The tiniest slip over the shoulder, the soft fall of her hair and the kiss, the glance of your palm against my cheek, your palm against my lips.
even the shortest glance at her tells me she is the one.
never quite enough.
I glance up at him, taking my head off his chest for one second, and smiled. HE ran his hand gently through my hair, and his hand brushed across my cheek. My heart skipped a beat, as I lay my head back down to listen to the rythmatic thumping of his own.
Walking in the park, I glance around my surroundings and see everything I can never have. Happy couples walking hand in hand, children smiling and playing. All of this will never happen because you left. You gave up.
At first glance, she was like any other girl. Long face and shimmery, shoulder length hair. But look again and you’d see the tiny scar running from her temple all the way to the nape of her neck. Razor thin,
You can do this by looking around! you may glance over at a person you may like at look at that piece of chocolate on the table!! yum yum!!
I love you. Well not hysterically. But the glance worked. It just WORKED! Glances aren’t to be taken lightly. If you think about it, your next glance could dictate your entire future.
a world takes aglance in the mirror and sees only the vain reflection yet refuses to look in the mirrored background and seee the terror going on and on on never facing the underlying truth we are in trouble deep borderline breakdown failure
A glance into the heavens will assure you of your purpose here. But the heavens are being strangled by your habits and you don’t see me. How lost you must feel. Look up into my heart and you will find your way home.
our glances met from across the room. it was fraught with peril. the intricate designings of a romance aroused within each stare, and the moment of heat that surfaced was extinguished as soon as it had been born. each gaze was dropped and a razor sharp memory was formed.
one glance. and then another. i just cannot get my fill of you. the beauty rises out of you like the sun coming up over the mountains.
sweet glances. playful glances. i love you
With a last glance she closed the hotel room door and got out her car keys. This romantic getaway had turned into such a disappointment. She was reminded once again that anything less than mad passionate love was a waste of her time. But she knew she wouldn’t give up on him. She would continue giving her all in the hopes that one day he would give his in return…
I saw him as he was glancing over at me. His eyes were a very pale shade of brown. He had his hair pulled out of his face, it was much longer than my own hair. In once glance I knew I had met my Love.
she gave me a glance
over the hot mocha’s white plastic
her golden ring in silhouette
against the cardboard heat protector
her ring contrasting with the cherry red nails
drumming on the Starbuck’s mermaid
staring at her in the city. I don’t see anything but a vague sense of her personality radiating from her soul. She has long hair and speaks with weariness but curiosity and courage speak through
i saw you there, glancing at me from a far like i was an instrument you wanted to pick up and play. and all i could think about was how deep you stared into my soul, so deep you almost read my thoughts and even my past memories. it’s like you knew who i was and who i will be with just one look.
Well, I glanced at this page not with thought just with a click. This word makes me think of when I glanced at his profile. He must have seen me look, because he glanced at me… Was that possible? Well, I suppose it was, and currently still is possible. But, the glance was not my favorite moment. His glance was a lingering glare, his disgust in me was evident. I hated him at that exact moment. He glared as he glanced because of my ridiculous attempt at being funny with my extremely loud friends. He returned to his book. A moment later he up and left his chair and out the door of the classroom. My friend happened to come back in the classroom only a moment after he had left the room… He made a comment saying if I were to rule the world he world he would kill himself. It was at the moment I had heard that second hand, I decided if I was to kill myself even if slowly and non-actual suicide he would be getting a note describing how absolutely gorgeous his profile was at that moment before his glare, and how easy it is to put a person in a certain melancholy that would defenteley put anyone in a sudden and disturbing shock. His disgust transgressed my love flowing through my horrid veins. His glance sent in disgust was a love letter sent through the postal service, and received in my heart. My hate was my love, my love was my hate. I love him and he doesn’t love back. Disgusting as it is, glances can hold more than just a kodak moment in which only the memory can hold.
He glanced across the room to see her standing there in her sheer black robe with a pistol in her hand.
“What are you doing?” he asked
“I’m sorry” she said.
He looked into her eyes and saw the anger, the pain there, and he knew that she had found out.
Isn’t it funny how contact with strangers, however brief, is so satisfying? I love walking down the street and sharing glances with attractive men, or women I guess, although men are more satisfying. You can say so much with just eye contact; it’s like you are telling them all about yourself and vice versa.
a moment. a glimpse and a feeling. a combination of habit and knowing. Meeting. Connection.
i glance at the man behind me is he watching me?i start to walk away will he follow me,i glance again i try to play a koi game now.will someone else notice my confusion?why do i keep asking myself these questions shouldt i just say something to him,make him stop.I turn around and he glances to his left for a moment too long i glance too at what he is looking at its a mirror.ITS JUST THE STRANGER AND I NOW …IN THE MIRROR.he moves closer and then glances at me..i cant look away i see myself and i cant look away.I touch my face…is this why the man followed me my face its ..its ..well its beautiful not ordinary or just pretty but breath taking.I remember i remember me who i was.But i remember that this is not me anymore,this is who i should have been,could have been.I glance at the man and he looks like LOVE AND SAFETY AND HE HAS A HALO.He smiles and i see his mouth moving but i cant hear him.he looks confused now i see he says Why?I glance away it hurts to look at him do i know him…does he know me..?I glance back to the mirror and my face is wet,tears.Im crying,i fall to my knees i do know him he is half i only see half of him now and i glance again and there is half of me we are both on our knees now just our halves.WE take deep breaths together as we could only be one and so together we come again and more so that we are now whole again.WE.As HUSBAND and WIFE and WHOLE.We smile and we know in our hearts we are not whole,we do not feel whole.We hold on together and embrace.We glance back at the mirror and we see a brilliant light.Confusion again.The light grows..inside.Inside of me inside of him..from our hearts and the light connects us a tight ring..like a hug.WE GLANCE at each other and back again at the mirror and the light has gone dim from his heart and grown in mine and starts to pulse and i see it beat.We stare for so long ..and then the pulse is two and the light is spreading to my abdomen and one pulse is my own and one for a new life..stronger and faster and brighter.We cry again in joy and fear we know what comes and we Glance at the WONDER that is ours.SHE has arrived my sweet AMBERLEE.GLANCE again and again and see the love grow and change and A FAMILY started with a GLANCE.
I saw a man. He was sitting on a bench. Alone. I knew him from a time long past. Perhaps a time yet to come. He was familiar, almost like a relative that you haven’t seen in a long time. That was when I realized it was myself.
Reading is always the best education you can receive from yourself. The words and the diction from reading can greatly improve your speech, communication abilities, and most importantly, your imagination. Don’t forget to read ever more than you did before. Reading is the key of the ages.
glance stare up and see you standing there
makes me smile for a brief shining second
then she shows up behind you
then I remember I missed my chance im to late
The glance, that terrifying initiation of first contact that we try so hard to conceal. I see a pretty person on the train and I steal a glance, but wait fuck she saw me, and now it’s evolved into a glare like the sun. But what is a glance if not a glimpse at perfection.
i look over to the window and see my familylaughing, having a good time. It is then i am glad i have poeple like them to share my life. They are a glance away and yet so complicated at times;but i love them.
a nod, a wink, a glance, a magic mushroom? eat me and drink me and you’ll morph and change and shape yourself into whatever i choose, and sit on the street begging for change. red hot rod glances from passers by slide over you, from the people too afraid to meet your eyes, from the people too scared to look at you in case the ‘real life hobo’ chases them shouting for money, from the people like you who’re just scared OF you.
then there are the little girls who look directly at you and don’t shrink back, and you’re dizzied from the openness of human contact while they skip along, forgiving everyone they walk past for things undone.
he glanced over at me in the library and i hurriedly looked back down at the book i was reading but the words didnt make sense anymore, the letters swimming across the page. i glanced back up as he did and we both looked away smiling. i decided to get up for coffee because i would have to walk by him
given over a shoulder. maybe across a room. barely an acknowledgment. just a tiny “I know you’re there, but I’m not going to thing anything of it”. almost offensive really. but just enough. just one glance. that’s all I need. please?
Glance.
I tend to walk through life just glancing.
My self-esteem and self-confidence are so low, I can’t look anyone in the eye passing by.
I walk through life just glancing as I walk by.
glanced at you the first moment we met it only lasted a second
but that is when i understood what they were talking about
it was at the tip at my tongue and all i could think of was that glance and the word….
i glanced at my phone to see if he was even thinking bout me.. :(