Did I mention to you just how much I love you. I was sitting on the verandah yesterday, with my cup of coffee, enjoying the afternoon, when it came to me with such clarity, just how much I love you. I don’t think I have ever told you and I think it is very important that you understand it.
There are so very many things I don’t mention. Can’t mention. There are things I never say because I’m scared, things that drive me crazy with the pushpull of wanting someone to nknow, but never wanting anyone to know. those things mean not being Okay, those things mean losing masks and opening up some deep dark frightening part of me… do I want to open those parts up? Do I want people to see? I do… but I really really don’t.
I thought it best not to mention the fact that I had failed my driving test, when I apply for my driving license. I wanted the job at all cost and to to do otherwise, would surely meant that I would have to look else way for work.
Did I forget to mention it? I am so sorry my mistake oh well how to put it … I simply don`t love you any more. I have found a new place to stay and friday I will move out. I just thought I should mention it.
-marry me?
I wanted to jot in halfway
to mention midsentence in conversation
for no real
reasons
apart from the way your eyes
flash and shine
apart from everything (so vibrant) about you.
I wanted to ask you
even though love is ephemeral
even though love is eternal
even though you’re a girl and I’m a girl and you probably like
boys
even though it’s illegal here.
It made me want it more.
I couldn’t tell you how many times he’d lied to me; mentioned in passing some bizarre, antiquated anecdote to mold my next decision; manipulated the whole lot of us without our ever knowing. I never knew till now and I never wanted so much to kill a man.
the act or an instance of citing or calling attention to someone or something especially in a casual or incidental manner. I mention many things to many people, but nothing happens. Paraphrasing. And being cut and then simplified into one word. Basics. Did I mention that?
you have to mention everything and to know how to deal with it, mention every detail that intrest you , that inspire you , that makes you mad, when you mention everything you will deal better with life
Mention your name. I won’t remember it, but I don’t tell you this. Mention the weather, the news, anything but the real you, the true you. Mention is a formality. Mention is mundane. Sing it. Shout it. Mutter it. Dance it. Share it. Make it yours. Whisper it. Bellow it. Just don’t mention it.
I heard them mentioning the name ‘Jared.’ I turned around and asked ‘Why? What’s wrong with him?’ The nurses turned to me, face ashen-white and mumbled, ‘I’m sorry, you are?’ I’m his mother, I left him to get a cup of coffee in the cafeteria.’
She cringed at the very mention of the word ‘honorable mention.’ She had tried so hard! And for so long! Didn’t the hours of writing and rewriting, agonizing over every sentence and every last word count for anything? Jayla had been told long ago that the writing world was rocking with rejection…but damn. This HURT.
I’d mention you when I’m talking about myself, as you almost seem like a part of me that was never really there. It’s odd though; I never did like you. But you were that immoveable ghost that was always there.
If I mention that I am happy in my own skin
That I am okay with who I am
That my crazy story gets crazier.
That it was great to be with her
Then you are a friend.
If I mention to you that I am not perfect
That I am uncomfortable with myself and probably will always be
That I cannot think of anything I have done without regret
That I do not understand anyone’s reason to like me.
Then you are the one.
I am sorry. You cannot love another until you love yourself, therefore I will never love you.
I’ve been mentioning you in conversation lately. I’ve been desperate to get a glimpse at the way you might feel. I don’t know why or how, but I’m slowly obsessing about this.
Mention. I forgot to mention how absolutely awful I can be about writing on the spot. Did I mention I’m quite sick and that I absolutely hate it? Did I mention how awfully negative I sound right now? Did I mention that “awfully negative” in itself is negative and I seem like a negative person? I suppose it’s hard to sound positive when being ‘sick’ has negative connotations in itself. I just wish I wasn’t so sick all the time. I hate having Cystic Fibrosis, and I hate being sick. I just want to be healthy.
I’ve been mentioning you in conversation quite a bit lately. Trying desperately to keep on getting that affirmation that you feel for me in some way, and to brag, to make the others jealous. Because as you’ve said, it takes a lot for you to take a second glance, and I made that happen. How? I don’t know and I’ll never know, but I’ll try my hardest to keep your attention.
“Don’t mention it”, they say, when they really mean, “let us forget that I was ever kind to you”. Kindness is a virtue, but one that is better under warm blankets and away from society’s eyes. We like our apathy, thank you very much.
the words left his lips
no mention of my name
how could this be
i love him more than…
my own being
why is he going far away
my soul my life my heart
all contained in one man
i have caused him such pain
dream take me away again
he walks faster farther away
i can only watch him go
the world says we cannot
love one another
life torn apart for compliance
else we face such violence
his footfalls fade his voice in me
seeping my soul into nothing
the tears fall down faster now
knowing i will never hear him
laughing in the morning dawn
as he lays in my arms again
why is love such a damn sin?
i cannot know where to begin
No woman can make me happy
just another man denied
love that is overwhelming
for i am another man
to mention his name made the stars gleam. they remember him rejoicing their awe in their name. That he gave them the credit and told me to look at the moon because he could see it too. over state lines and a country breeze the sky was our connection and it was “almost as beautiful as me”
Immediately, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She felt her palms start to tingle and her stomach fluttered. Thankfully, her face never betrayed her. Her eyes stayed sharp and focused and her cheeks never flushed.
and even as my fingers tap each incessant, dust-bordered key, my mind is dead deep inside, tired, and still aching for so much more. and i suppose they deserve a mention, those who keep me sane. but now the great escape is fading, locking me away inside a want to decide that this is love, but killing me in pride.
Should I mention
I’m going to meet my biolgoical father for the first time soon?
Should I mention how much I think about him or
day-dream about him.
Should I mention that he had no reason to walk out of my life?
That I really am a smart pretty girl like my mother, the one he use to love..?
And it would have been worth it to know me.
Should I mention to him how angry I was at him when I found out he walked out on me?
How I am a big girl now, in a bright red dress and heels. He doesnt need to take care of me, or pay money to me.
I wouldnt be a burden.
Should I mention all the lies and stories my mom told me about him, how he is crazy?
Should I mention, I’m crazy like him?
Should I mention my brothers, the ones who use to love me?
Should I mention to him that my birthday is less than a month away?
I wonder if he would even care.
Laughter echoed in his ears. Have I mentioned what Tel had said? A smirk curling boyishly.
Her giggle cut short with wide eyes. N-no. she chirped, with a slight tilt of head.
Now that you mention it, it’s been awhile since I’ve taken the time to collect my thoughts, purified them, concentrated, precipitated, evaporate the mess, and crystallize the truth, the beautiful, the meaning, the ordered,the purposeful.
I only mention this to you in passing. You’re beautiful. Please don’t stop, ask for details, question my authority, make an exchange. I only wanted to do this for myself. You may keep moving along, you beautiful thing, you.
i heard someone mention your name. i heard someone mention an opportunity. it is up to me to mention it to others to share the choices available and to see what will happen.
We rely on others mentioning us for our progression and for assistance.
Really, do mention it.
Would you ever mention that one thing you were afraid of mentioning? That one story you must keep to yourself, because oh god, if anyone finds out that you mentioned such a thing! What would happen to your self-esteem? It may be a good thing for you to blurt it out. Go ahead, do it. Blurt your mentionings out to the crowd.
There was no mention of him in the will, which caused hims some distress. Thirty four years he had worked for that damn, woman, and not a word of thanks!
I regret everything that I never mentioned you. I held my tongue and wished for the best, Perhaps somethings just aren’t meant to be said. Perhaps that is bullshit too. I recall the last time we spoke. I never wanted it to end that way but all good things must end.
They would not mention a thing to us. The silence stood there, sitting in our beds, laughing at us. It’s still there. When no one touches words, when all they do is ignore them and each other, it will always be present.
There he goes, the mention of him makes my skin tingle and my bones vibrate. Who knew that my internal workings would one day be the cause of music. The very mention of it. Conjuring up cloudy notions that become the suns thoughts and my body has to ring with it all.
He never would have made it to where he had gotten hadn’t he been refused the mention of excellence he so much desired. Still, he got his master’s degree, but only with a “very good” mention. He guessed he would only be a very good teacher instead of an excellent one, but he didn’t mind.
Did I mention to you just how much I love you. I was sitting on the verandah yesterday, with my cup of coffee, enjoying the afternoon, when it came to me with such clarity, just how much I love you. I don’t think I have ever told you and I think it is very important that you understand it.
a name. a place. where you met. mention every peace of apparel she was wearing. what was her smile like. what did she smell like.
There are so very many things I don’t mention. Can’t mention. There are things I never say because I’m scared, things that drive me crazy with the pushpull of wanting someone to nknow, but never wanting anyone to know. those things mean not being Okay, those things mean losing masks and opening up some deep dark frightening part of me… do I want to open those parts up? Do I want people to see? I do… but I really really don’t.
I thought it best not to mention the fact that I had failed my driving test, when I apply for my driving license. I wanted the job at all cost and to to do otherwise, would surely meant that I would have to look else way for work.
How might you mention me…in my life, in your memories, in my memories…in our shared experience and existence.
Did I forget to mention it? I am so sorry my mistake oh well how to put it … I simply don`t love you any more. I have found a new place to stay and friday I will move out. I just thought I should mention it.
-marry me?
I wanted to jot in halfway
to mention midsentence in conversation
for no real
reasons
apart from the way your eyes
flash and shine
apart from everything (so vibrant) about you.
I wanted to ask you
even though love is ephemeral
even though love is eternal
even though you’re a girl and I’m a girl and you probably like
boys
even though it’s illegal here.
It made me want it more.
I want you more.
Men Tion
I couldn’t tell you how many times he’d lied to me; mentioned in passing some bizarre, antiquated anecdote to mold my next decision; manipulated the whole lot of us without our ever knowing. I never knew till now and I never wanted so much to kill a man.
the act or an instance of citing or calling attention to someone or something especially in a casual or incidental manner. I mention many things to many people, but nothing happens. Paraphrasing. And being cut and then simplified into one word. Basics. Did I mention that?
If I heard you mention me once, that would be enough.
you have to mention everything and to know how to deal with it, mention every detail that intrest you , that inspire you , that makes you mad, when you mention everything you will deal better with life
Mention your name. I won’t remember it, but I don’t tell you this. Mention the weather, the news, anything but the real you, the true you. Mention is a formality. Mention is mundane. Sing it. Shout it. Mutter it. Dance it. Share it. Make it yours. Whisper it. Bellow it. Just don’t mention it.
I heard them mentioning the name ‘Jared.’ I turned around and asked ‘Why? What’s wrong with him?’ The nurses turned to me, face ashen-white and mumbled, ‘I’m sorry, you are?’ I’m his mother, I left him to get a cup of coffee in the cafeteria.’
She cringed at the very mention of the word ‘honorable mention.’ She had tried so hard! And for so long! Didn’t the hours of writing and rewriting, agonizing over every sentence and every last word count for anything? Jayla had been told long ago that the writing world was rocking with rejection…but damn. This HURT.
I’d mention you when I’m talking about myself, as you almost seem like a part of me that was never really there. It’s odd though; I never did like you. But you were that immoveable ghost that was always there.
If I mention that I am happy in my own skin
That I am okay with who I am
That my crazy story gets crazier.
That it was great to be with her
Then you are a friend.
If I mention to you that I am not perfect
That I am uncomfortable with myself and probably will always be
That I cannot think of anything I have done without regret
That I do not understand anyone’s reason to like me.
Then you are the one.
I am sorry. You cannot love another until you love yourself, therefore I will never love you.
I’ve been mentioning you in conversation lately. I’ve been desperate to get a glimpse at the way you might feel. I don’t know why or how, but I’m slowly obsessing about this.
Mention. I forgot to mention how absolutely awful I can be about writing on the spot. Did I mention I’m quite sick and that I absolutely hate it? Did I mention how awfully negative I sound right now? Did I mention that “awfully negative” in itself is negative and I seem like a negative person? I suppose it’s hard to sound positive when being ‘sick’ has negative connotations in itself. I just wish I wasn’t so sick all the time. I hate having Cystic Fibrosis, and I hate being sick. I just want to be healthy.
I’ve been mentioning you in conversation quite a bit lately. Trying desperately to keep on getting that affirmation that you feel for me in some way, and to brag, to make the others jealous. Because as you’ve said, it takes a lot for you to take a second glance, and I made that happen. How? I don’t know and I’ll never know, but I’ll try my hardest to keep your attention.
“Don’t mention it”, they say, when they really mean, “let us forget that I was ever kind to you”. Kindness is a virtue, but one that is better under warm blankets and away from society’s eyes. We like our apathy, thank you very much.
the words left his lips
no mention of my name
how could this be
i love him more than…
my own being
why is he going far away
my soul my life my heart
all contained in one man
i have caused him such pain
dream take me away again
he walks faster farther away
i can only watch him go
the world says we cannot
love one another
life torn apart for compliance
else we face such violence
his footfalls fade his voice in me
seeping my soul into nothing
the tears fall down faster now
knowing i will never hear him
laughing in the morning dawn
as he lays in my arms again
why is love such a damn sin?
i cannot know where to begin
No woman can make me happy
just another man denied
love that is overwhelming
for i am another man
to mention his name made the stars gleam. they remember him rejoicing their awe in their name. That he gave them the credit and told me to look at the moon because he could see it too. over state lines and a country breeze the sky was our connection and it was “almost as beautiful as me”
A whisper of a greater story. Buried beneath a sea of words, nothing more.
Immediately, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She felt her palms start to tingle and her stomach fluttered. Thankfully, her face never betrayed her. Her eyes stayed sharp and focused and her cheeks never flushed.
Mention a big important event in your life.
I started thinking about everything I have lived. Not to much really, but the important is: I’m alive
Mention someone you love. Mention someone who you care about. Mention something about me. Mention my name. Mention the meaning of life. Mention the
and even as my fingers tap each incessant, dust-bordered key, my mind is dead deep inside, tired, and still aching for so much more. and i suppose they deserve a mention, those who keep me sane. but now the great escape is fading, locking me away inside a want to decide that this is love, but killing me in pride.
Should I mention
I’m going to meet my biolgoical father for the first time soon?
Should I mention how much I think about him or
day-dream about him.
Should I mention that he had no reason to walk out of my life?
That I really am a smart pretty girl like my mother, the one he use to love..?
And it would have been worth it to know me.
Should I mention to him how angry I was at him when I found out he walked out on me?
How I am a big girl now, in a bright red dress and heels. He doesnt need to take care of me, or pay money to me.
I wouldnt be a burden.
Should I mention all the lies and stories my mom told me about him, how he is crazy?
Should I mention, I’m crazy like him?
Should I mention my brothers, the ones who use to love me?
Should I mention to him that my birthday is less than a month away?
I wonder if he would even care.
Laughter echoed in his ears. Have I mentioned what Tel had said? A smirk curling boyishly.
Her giggle cut short with wide eyes. N-no. she chirped, with a slight tilt of head.
Now that you mention it, it’s been awhile since I’ve taken the time to collect my thoughts, purified them, concentrated, precipitated, evaporate the mess, and crystallize the truth, the beautiful, the meaning, the ordered,the purposeful.
I only mention this to you in passing. You’re beautiful. Please don’t stop, ask for details, question my authority, make an exchange. I only wanted to do this for myself. You may keep moving along, you beautiful thing, you.
i should tell them. no, i shouldnt. ill just mention it. ill be subtle. try not to make it awkward for everyone.
i heard someone mention your name. i heard someone mention an opportunity. it is up to me to mention it to others to share the choices available and to see what will happen.
We rely on others mentioning us for our progression and for assistance.
Really, do mention it.
Would you ever mention that one thing you were afraid of mentioning? That one story you must keep to yourself, because oh god, if anyone finds out that you mentioned such a thing! What would happen to your self-esteem? It may be a good thing for you to blurt it out. Go ahead, do it. Blurt your mentionings out to the crowd.
There was no mention of him in the will, which caused hims some distress. Thirty four years he had worked for that damn, woman, and not a word of thanks!
I regret everything that I never mentioned you. I held my tongue and wished for the best, Perhaps somethings just aren’t meant to be said. Perhaps that is bullshit too. I recall the last time we spoke. I never wanted it to end that way but all good things must end.
They would not mention a thing to us. The silence stood there, sitting in our beds, laughing at us. It’s still there. When no one touches words, when all they do is ignore them and each other, it will always be present.
There he goes, the mention of him makes my skin tingle and my bones vibrate. Who knew that my internal workings would one day be the cause of music. The very mention of it. Conjuring up cloudy notions that become the suns thoughts and my body has to ring with it all.
He never would have made it to where he had gotten hadn’t he been refused the mention of excellence he so much desired. Still, he got his master’s degree, but only with a “very good” mention. He guessed he would only be a very good teacher instead of an excellent one, but he didn’t mind.