The man in the mirror has eyes that tell the story his mouth cannot. They say he’s losing interest in what he sees. The man before the mirror cannot see the challenge, and cannot save the man he sees.
I lost interest in her endless talking. She was a counsellor but had no capacity to share a silence.
When she was about to take a breath she would put her hand out as if to suggest I shouldnt respond.
That night I left the phone off the hook. I couldnt bear the idea that she might keep me up.
I have a lot of interest in reading books. There are many different genres that interest me. I prefer to read 1 book at a time but I am currenlty readin
It was of great interest to him. This merger either meant that he had a job or didn’t. So when he heard those small, slight words uttered two booths away, about how the other company was changing their minds, he couldn’t help but feel a small hint of dread creep up his spine.
The Florida fall weather is sunny, cool, and euphoric, and as I sit chained to the task at hand, my interest in traveling supersedes my interest in career goals.
He was insane. I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on him. It was kooky, fun, crazy kind of thing. I already knew it would drive me crazy, being around him everyday for the next 10 months. But I was going to love it.
Interest in the project got less and less. How was she supposed to do it all with the children and what was happening to her marriage? Was she to throw it all away so that it could get it done? She pondered all of this before getting her sleep for the night. She decided she would make up her mind before she went in tomorrow.
Sadness accumulates into a snowball of rolling interest, inching closer and closer to your haven of safety. Threatens to wipe out all that feels safe and warm, the comfort of a hearth rug, a fireplace. Your inner being. Because all that’s left is compounded interest.
You interest me.
You’re like the source of the word interest.
You define the word interest.
You, my dear, are like the epitome of interest.
Without you, the word interest doesn’t exist.
Her face pressed against the window.
Golden light flowed out over the snow behind her and for that short period of time she didn’t feel the cold snow chilling her feet as she peeked with interest at the fire-warmed hearth beside the brightly decorated Christmas tree. She’d never seen anything so beautiful.
her hair shone scarlet
a rope soaked in blood
braided alongside her tower
they promised her land in canaan
if a woman created you then
a woman must end you
jericho crumbled down
Spending so much time at home has left me with a whole lot of Catholic Guilt. I’m going out of my mind trying to find the interest my mind has with picking things apart.
I’ve always thought it very interesting that interest (according to my bank) increases over time. Surely the longer you know something the less it interests you. I’m always most interested by unknown elements.But apparently money is different. The more you have, the more interest it invites (according to my bank).
People are always more interested when there’s money involved.
Interesting…
I have an intrest in things like candyfloss or merrygo rounds. I have an intrest in certain people. Unfortunatly those people do not have an interest in me or else my life would be a lot easiry I can tell you that for a fact. and trust me, I want it to be easier, I don’t get off on pain. But man. PLEASE LIKE ME BACK boohooo Interesting post this was not i am sorry L?
It interests me to find
that upon viewing another’s life,
I can immediately pick the discrepancies
in happiness,
the cause of the discrepancies,
and the cure.
It interests me to find
that upon viewing my own life,
I cannot do this.
Not at all.
The money was raising no income. The deal had promised interest at 10 per cent.
She had double crossed me with a phoney scheme made up online.
It was the nearest thing to a con I ever knew but she used her sexuality to woo me.
I was left broke and depressed. She took my future.
My main interest today is sleeping in, having a nice lazy sunday afternoon. What interests me is that I apparently have no problem what so ever sleeping through the entire day.
It was not in my interest to accept the pay offer that was put on the table for us to consider. our work place were face with the prospect of down grading, and It was a most trying time indeed, with no sign of any good option left other that accepting to proposals that was advanced.
how could he not know I was interested in him, I caught myself stealing glimpses of him all the time, could not help but burst into smile everytime he looked at me, I was a giddy teenager all over again!
I’ll be able to do this. I’ll be able to tell this to her. a-I know we don’t have much same interest. We don’t even belong to the same class. But still, when I first met her last year. I knew there’s a spark in that single incident. No. I can’t… I’ll just hide in my shell.. No! a-. “Jane!”
I put aside my many thoughts,
Reaching into different books,
Dipping, dabbing, sampling
New ideas, combining and augmenting
My own with these new inspirations;
New arguments and theories now
I have, surrounding, not replacing
All the old, that in-between
The pages of the novels I did fold,
In preservation of them,
Forgetting that
When all is told,
They in their interest
Would shape to the mold.
He catches my eye, catches my interest, as he portrays on stage a man of grandeur. He speaks of hardships he has never experienced, lives he has never fought for, and love he has not experienced. This is why the actor will always catch my interest.
circuit board short-circuits
youve set off a spark, triggered intrigue
my heart beats itself to a pitiful fatigue.
i want
you.
i like
you.
(oh no, i do)
do you think of me sometime? (i do all the time.)
i wrote your name in the steamed shower door.
picked flowers with you in mind on my way home.
i love the way you make my name sound.
kiss me the way you do each syllable.
hold me.
touch me.
i think i want to let you in
sometime.
maybe.
how do you like your coffee?
or can i make you some tea?
maybe,
sometime?
Her teacher had tainted the girl’s interest in mythology with misinformation, mispronunciations and endless mistakes. What was she to do with such drivel? Never before had she been so thoroughly disappointed with something she loved.
I look at her across my coffee. I don’t remember what it was exactly about her that piqued my interest. She doesn’t notice, too engrossed by the book that she’s reading.
Should I? But then again, I wouldn’t know what to say.
It was never really enough to keep my interest – I watched the relationship pass by like a car on the street, only I should’t have been on the sidewalk. I should have been a passenger – if not the driver. But my interest passed just as did the relationship.
I see a spark of life in you.
A spark of something completely true.
There’s a star in your heart-
In your mind-
I want to take part
In whatever it is
You do
With your time.
The man in the mirror has eyes that tell the story his mouth cannot. They say he’s losing interest in what he sees. The man before the mirror cannot see the challenge, and cannot save the man he sees.
I lost interest in her endless talking. She was a counsellor but had no capacity to share a silence.
When she was about to take a breath she would put her hand out as if to suggest I shouldnt respond.
That night I left the phone off the hook. I couldnt bear the idea that she might keep me up.
I have a lot of interest in reading books. There are many different genres that interest me. I prefer to read 1 book at a time but I am currenlty readin
It was of great interest to him. This merger either meant that he had a job or didn’t. So when he heard those small, slight words uttered two booths away, about how the other company was changing their minds, he couldn’t help but feel a small hint of dread creep up his spine.
you look for the world
and you hope it’s alive
a wonder and a curious find
a song for a makeshift utopia
but your heart is dramatic
because the truth is
and you cannot see the world
when your eyes are beyond it
Certainly, her presence sparked his interest. He was out of ideas but wanted to reach out to her. Would she notice him? Would she want him?
The look of interest in her eyes betrayed the tone of her voice.
The Florida fall weather is sunny, cool, and euphoric, and as I sit chained to the task at hand, my interest in traveling supersedes my interest in career goals.
my interest in one word was fun, then no connection for awhile. Now it’s back and I am once again interested in writing and reading others again. Cool
He was insane. I could tell from the moment I laid eyes on him. It was kooky, fun, crazy kind of thing. I already knew it would drive me crazy, being around him everyday for the next 10 months. But I was going to love it.
Interest in the project got less and less. How was she supposed to do it all with the children and what was happening to her marriage? Was she to throw it all away so that it could get it done? She pondered all of this before getting her sleep for the night. She decided she would make up her mind before she went in tomorrow.
Sadness accumulates into a snowball of rolling interest, inching closer and closer to your haven of safety. Threatens to wipe out all that feels safe and warm, the comfort of a hearth rug, a fireplace. Your inner being. Because all that’s left is compounded interest.
Interest in the intimates cause the imagination to imitate images.
You interest me.
You’re like the source of the word interest.
You define the word interest.
You, my dear, are like the epitome of interest.
Without you, the word interest doesn’t exist.
Her face pressed against the window.
Golden light flowed out over the snow behind her and for that short period of time she didn’t feel the cold snow chilling her feet as she peeked with interest at the fire-warmed hearth beside the brightly decorated Christmas tree. She’d never seen anything so beautiful.
her hair shone scarlet
a rope soaked in blood
braided alongside her tower
they promised her land in canaan
if a woman created you then
a woman must end you
jericho crumbled down
one who can question wrong things
Many things interest me, but not many can grab my time.
Spending so much time at home has left me with a whole lot of Catholic Guilt. I’m going out of my mind trying to find the interest my mind has with picking things apart.
I’ve always thought it very interesting that interest (according to my bank) increases over time. Surely the longer you know something the less it interests you. I’m always most interested by unknown elements.But apparently money is different. The more you have, the more interest it invites (according to my bank).
People are always more interested when there’s money involved.
Interesting…
I have an intrest in things like candyfloss or merrygo rounds. I have an intrest in certain people. Unfortunatly those people do not have an interest in me or else my life would be a lot easiry I can tell you that for a fact. and trust me, I want it to be easier, I don’t get off on pain. But man. PLEASE LIKE ME BACK boohooo Interesting post this was not i am sorry L?
Interest.
It interests me to find
that upon viewing another’s life,
I can immediately pick the discrepancies
in happiness,
the cause of the discrepancies,
and the cure.
It interests me to find
that upon viewing my own life,
I cannot do this.
Not at all.
The money was raising no income. The deal had promised interest at 10 per cent.
She had double crossed me with a phoney scheme made up online.
It was the nearest thing to a con I ever knew but she used her sexuality to woo me.
I was left broke and depressed. She took my future.
My main interest today is sleeping in, having a nice lazy sunday afternoon. What interests me is that I apparently have no problem what so ever sleeping through the entire day.
It was not in my interest to accept the pay offer that was put on the table for us to consider. our work place were face with the prospect of down grading, and It was a most trying time indeed, with no sign of any good option left other that accepting to proposals that was advanced.
how could he not know I was interested in him, I caught myself stealing glimpses of him all the time, could not help but burst into smile everytime he looked at me, I was a giddy teenager all over again!
I’ll be able to do this. I’ll be able to tell this to her. a-I know we don’t have much same interest. We don’t even belong to the same class. But still, when I first met her last year. I knew there’s a spark in that single incident. No. I can’t… I’ll just hide in my shell.. No! a-. “Jane!”
do u believe me when i tell u that my only interest is u
its just the way that u are
i admit i like everything about u
I’m interested in a lot of things that people around here don’t seem that…into to. But the things I like are wonderful. I like a lot of things.
I’m interested in many things, but my main interest is journalism. I want to be a great journalist one day. Writing for a living is my greatest dream.
I put aside my many thoughts,
Reaching into different books,
Dipping, dabbing, sampling
New ideas, combining and augmenting
My own with these new inspirations;
New arguments and theories now
I have, surrounding, not replacing
All the old, that in-between
The pages of the novels I did fold,
In preservation of them,
Forgetting that
When all is told,
They in their interest
Would shape to the mold.
He catches my eye, catches my interest, as he portrays on stage a man of grandeur. He speaks of hardships he has never experienced, lives he has never fought for, and love he has not experienced. This is why the actor will always catch my interest.
circuit board short-circuits
youve set off a spark, triggered intrigue
my heart beats itself to a pitiful fatigue.
i want
you.
i like
you.
(oh no, i do)
do you think of me sometime? (i do all the time.)
i wrote your name in the steamed shower door.
picked flowers with you in mind on my way home.
i love the way you make my name sound.
kiss me the way you do each syllable.
hold me.
touch me.
i think i want to let you in
sometime.
maybe.
how do you like your coffee?
or can i make you some tea?
maybe,
sometime?
Her teacher had tainted the girl’s interest in mythology with misinformation, mispronunciations and endless mistakes. What was she to do with such drivel? Never before had she been so thoroughly disappointed with something she loved.
I look at her across my coffee. I don’t remember what it was exactly about her that piqued my interest. She doesn’t notice, too engrossed by the book that she’s reading.
Should I? But then again, I wouldn’t know what to say.
I stare, and then get up and leave.
inanimate. searing. i can feel it and you can feel it but we’ll just call it interest and and official notice.
peaked interest at your disinterest. loss of care once you do. leaving as soon as you follow.
It was never really enough to keep my interest – I watched the relationship pass by like a car on the street, only I should’t have been on the sidewalk. I should have been a passenger – if not the driver. But my interest passed just as did the relationship.
interested or committed ? hes immature and i’m unstable. selfish. and i thought he wasnt like me. or the rest of them.
I see a spark of life in you.
A spark of something completely true.
There’s a star in your heart-
In your mind-
I want to take part
In whatever it is
You do
With your time.