I think I should notice more, but again I go on a flip flop thinking I need to let some things go unnoticed. I seem to focus on the negative and not as much the positive. I want to change that. I will notice the colors of the sunsets and the smiles of my children.
Notice me, don’t notice me. It’s ok for you to notice me, but not you, or you, or you. Did you notice I have a brain? Did you notice I have an amazing mind? Did you notice that I saw who you really are?
i’m putting you on Notice, World… There had better be some changes. I am Idealist, hear me roar. The Unreasonable man is expecting you to change. Move as i move you.
Did you ever notice her, the girl in the window? She’s got a thousand and four stares, but you never see her face.
She’s like a waif, a whisp, a tiny willow on a willow tree — she’s always there, but she’s never there. A shadow in your mind, an imprint on your heart. Wait for her to appear, I promise you, it’ll all be worth the while.
I didn’t notice how far was I going from once I was. I became a liar too, and I started selling out my premises for a cheap justification. I wasn’t being myself anymore, all I wanted was to have fun on my own.
Drained of all empathy
I’d been forced to have my fill
I had once accepted patiently
all that they could throw at me;
I exacted my revenge
in the form of one small letter
a notice of sorts;
it read simply
‘I quit’.
nobody notices anything. everyone is selfish. why the hell is my mother always in my room and constantly bothering me? can’t she see that she is a major reason for my depression? nobody notices anything about me. i’m invisible.
there are alot of things i notice. some may be unpleasant and make me feel uncomfortably, or somethings may be interesting and make me wonder or question. no one can’t not notice something. it’s not how that works. but i think it can be beautiful at times and that’s what we should really acknowledge.
Notice. I get notices in the mail about colleges I got into. I get notifications from facebook when people comment on my things. This is my first word ive ever written about. Its fun. I noticed Im bad at this.
I don’t just wish someone would notice. People have noticed. What I want is for the /right/ person to notice, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the flaw in the human race right there. We are so goddam fucked up, that we will only take compassion, kindness, or HELP if it is offered by the “right” person. Thinking that there is a “right” person when it comes to things like that; that is the problem with people.
There was a notice on the door. “Six days” was the notice, and everyone took to it with rapture and disbelief. Anyone who’d been there through the decade had seen a hundred like it, and the young saw it with fearful young eyes, like it was new. The old admired the young for their new eyes.
There was a noticeable absence of sound. “The calm before the storm,” as the saying goes.
In a flash of light the air had liquified and the atmospheric pressure dropped. The breeze that had died earlier in the day was now monstrously resurrected. No longer did it kiss our ears with gentle flicks and swishes, instead it’s fury roared into our ears.
Drenched and disoriented, we tried to outrun the metaphor.
Dirt and grit under foot, boots laced tight. Out in the darkness, out to the tracks, to catch glimpse of those precious moments, those invaluable instants others never notice as the day begins to dawn.
I noticed that i do not like how people react o one another. If everyone would just stop fighting, the world would be a much better place. It is idiotic that, instead of working towards a common goal, people are killing one another all for the purpose of self indulgence.
everybody cries out all day long to be noticed to have a worthwhile pair of eyes cause them to be registered on a worthwhile mind and so we scheme and scheme and scheme and wear very loud clothes or accrue loud amounts of money
The orange notice was hanging on the door when I came home. I knew it was coming but it was still a slight shock none the less. They were going to turn off my water. I silently cursed my father for cutting me off. I didn’t have any job skills.
Notice….it’s the word I use when I want my kids to pay attention to me: Notice me! Notice that I’m calling you! :) Notice…what you give your employer when you want to quit. Notice…notice me notice you. Isn’t that a song or a lyric to a song actually???
I want you to notice what you’ve been missing. I want you to feel it deep inside of you…
until it takes control and you can’t think of anything else but me. Until you’re obsessed with me, like I am with you. And together we’ll *do* something about it.
Notice how I’m still here alone? It’s ’cause my family is still fighting, I still don’t have a boyfriend, still don’t really talk to my best friend and don’t trust anyone.
notice how i went on this website because i was on stumbleupon. notice how the only people who go on stumbleupon are bored. notice how i have nothing to do right now. NOTICE…..take notice!……about….things around you…….NOTICE. notices….like eviction notices…….what to do, what to do……………………………………………………………
I notice that you pay close attention to things around you. The sound of a child laughing, the cat scratching it’s claws on the trunk of a tree and the breeze that flows past you in the night. There isn’t much that happens that escapes you.
It was pinned to her door with a thumbtack, crisp edges and slightly smeared ink. She groaned, knowing instantly that she was doomed; she didn’t have the money yet, and it wouldn’t be ready until next week.
i notice that times are changing very quickly, and that a lot of people are having trouble adjusting to the differences. I have trouble noticing things that are not relevant to me, and I see other people have the same problem. Maybe if we all just stop and notice the things around us, everything would be better.
Notice the birds fly across the bright blue sky
Notice the bees and humming birds, buzzing and humming over to their favorite flowers
Notice the flowers’ pollen gliding across the air as a gush of wind flies past it
Notice the people around you,
Notice their faces and their emotions
Notice the sun and its beam hitting the side of your face,
Notice everything.
I wish you would do this to me, as i walk bye peeking at you from the conner of my eye. peeking with hope that this time will be different and you will softy grab my hand and take me away. to that place i have been longing to find.
All the things she knows about him—the nuances. The secrecy of his stark black morning coffee lacking cream but with three drowned pinches of sugar, the crescent moon shape of his sleep facing the right always.
The tenderness when he reads, fingering page corners like feathers, the softness of his mumbles when he dreams.
I noticed today that most of my day was spent in front of the computer. That is what the word made me think of. At least it gave me a reminder of what area i was productive in: Tumblr, my account was quite successful today.
look more closely. notice all the wonderful things around you. see the details. experience the wonderful things you walk past each day. noticing your environment makes you more aware of your life.
All the things she knows about him—the nuances. The secrecy of his stark black morning coffee lacking cream but with three drowned pinches of sugar, the crescent moon shape of his sleep facing the right always.
The tenderness when he reads, fingering page corners like feathers, the softness of his mumbles when he dreams.
I noticed that time had run up. “What had I done this whole time?” I asked myself. Nothing. I read books for pleasure, enjoyed the silence, stayed up way too late. I could live like that forever. Now that the last day is here, I have to savor it, use all of the time for something purposeful.
I thought I had to change the world for you to notice me.
I enslaved black people and called them “niggers.”
I slaughtered the Jews and blamed them for everything.
I’m going to blow up Korea with bombs and missiles.
And I invented a thing called “democracy” so I could become the most powerful man in the world.
I thought I had to change the world for you to notice me; am I good enough yet?
She had that aura of anonymity surrounding her that came from of a lifetime of insignificance. Perpetually suspended beneath the surface of notice.
I think I should notice more, but again I go on a flip flop thinking I need to let some things go unnoticed. I seem to focus on the negative and not as much the positive. I want to change that. I will notice the colors of the sunsets and the smiles of my children.
“Right,” said little Violet to the monster in the corner. “I’m just going to pretend that I don’t notice you.”
“Ok,” said monster Henry, “Goodnight.”
“I didn’t hear that.” she primly replied, “But goodnight to you too.”
Notice me, don’t notice me. It’s ok for you to notice me, but not you, or you, or you. Did you notice I have a brain? Did you notice I have an amazing mind? Did you notice that I saw who you really are?
i’m putting you on Notice, World… There had better be some changes. I am Idealist, hear me roar. The Unreasonable man is expecting you to change. Move as i move you.
Oh. Was I supposed to notice that? I’m not very observant. I’d ma
Did you ever notice her, the girl in the window? She’s got a thousand and four stares, but you never see her face.
She’s like a waif, a whisp, a tiny willow on a willow tree — she’s always there, but she’s never there. A shadow in your mind, an imprint on your heart. Wait for her to appear, I promise you, it’ll all be worth the while.
Until then, won’t you take me to your side?
I didn’t notice how far was I going from once I was. I became a liar too, and I started selling out my premises for a cheap justification. I wasn’t being myself anymore, all I wanted was to have fun on my own.
Drained of all empathy
I’d been forced to have my fill
I had once accepted patiently
all that they could throw at me;
I exacted my revenge
in the form of one small letter
a notice of sorts;
it read simply
‘I quit’.
nobody notices anything. everyone is selfish. why the hell is my mother always in my room and constantly bothering me? can’t she see that she is a major reason for my depression? nobody notices anything about me. i’m invisible.
there are alot of things i notice. some may be unpleasant and make me feel uncomfortably, or somethings may be interesting and make me wonder or question. no one can’t not notice something. it’s not how that works. but i think it can be beautiful at times and that’s what we should really acknowledge.
Notice. I get notices in the mail about colleges I got into. I get notifications from facebook when people comment on my things. This is my first word ive ever written about. Its fun. I noticed Im bad at this.
I don’t just wish someone would notice. People have noticed. What I want is for the /right/ person to notice, and that, ladies and gentlemen, is the flaw in the human race right there. We are so goddam fucked up, that we will only take compassion, kindness, or HELP if it is offered by the “right” person. Thinking that there is a “right” person when it comes to things like that; that is the problem with people.
There was a notice on the door. “Six days” was the notice, and everyone took to it with rapture and disbelief. Anyone who’d been there through the decade had seen a hundred like it, and the young saw it with fearful young eyes, like it was new. The old admired the young for their new eyes.
There was a noticeable absence of sound. “The calm before the storm,” as the saying goes.
In a flash of light the air had liquified and the atmospheric pressure dropped. The breeze that had died earlier in the day was now monstrously resurrected. No longer did it kiss our ears with gentle flicks and swishes, instead it’s fury roared into our ears.
Drenched and disoriented, we tried to outrun the metaphor.
Dirt and grit under foot, boots laced tight. Out in the darkness, out to the tracks, to catch glimpse of those precious moments, those invaluable instants others never notice as the day begins to dawn.
Notice: although oneword looks fabulous on an iPad, it hides the timer so I have no idea when my time’s up. Oops! Snap! Dangit!
I noticed that i do not like how people react o one another. If everyone would just stop fighting, the world would be a much better place. It is idiotic that, instead of working towards a common goal, people are killing one another all for the purpose of self indulgence.
everybody cries out all day long to be noticed to have a worthwhile pair of eyes cause them to be registered on a worthwhile mind and so we scheme and scheme and scheme and wear very loud clothes or accrue loud amounts of money
to be noticed
The orange notice was hanging on the door when I came home. I knew it was coming but it was still a slight shock none the less. They were going to turn off my water. I silently cursed my father for cutting me off. I didn’t have any job skills.
Notice….it’s the word I use when I want my kids to pay attention to me: Notice me! Notice that I’m calling you! :) Notice…what you give your employer when you want to quit. Notice…notice me notice you. Isn’t that a song or a lyric to a song actually???
I want you to notice what you’ve been missing. I want you to feel it deep inside of you…
until it takes control and you can’t think of anything else but me. Until you’re obsessed with me, like I am with you. And together we’ll *do* something about it.
Notice how I’m still here alone? It’s ’cause my family is still fighting, I still don’t have a boyfriend, still don’t really talk to my best friend and don’t trust anyone.
no, im not pathetic cinderella. i’m me. and, yes, you will notice me. because sure as this moonlight fills my soul, i notice you.
notice how i went on this website because i was on stumbleupon. notice how the only people who go on stumbleupon are bored. notice how i have nothing to do right now. NOTICE…..take notice!……about….things around you…….NOTICE. notices….like eviction notices…….what to do, what to do……………………………………………………………
I notice that you pay close attention to things around you. The sound of a child laughing, the cat scratching it’s claws on the trunk of a tree and the breeze that flows past you in the night. There isn’t much that happens that escapes you.
It was pinned to her door with a thumbtack, crisp edges and slightly smeared ink. She groaned, knowing instantly that she was doomed; she didn’t have the money yet, and it wouldn’t be ready until next week.
i notice that times are changing very quickly, and that a lot of people are having trouble adjusting to the differences. I have trouble noticing things that are not relevant to me, and I see other people have the same problem. Maybe if we all just stop and notice the things around us, everything would be better.
Notice the birds fly across the bright blue sky
Notice the bees and humming birds, buzzing and humming over to their favorite flowers
Notice the flowers’ pollen gliding across the air as a gush of wind flies past it
Notice the people around you,
Notice their faces and their emotions
Notice the sun and its beam hitting the side of your face,
Notice everything.
I wish you would do this to me, as i walk bye peeking at you from the conner of my eye. peeking with hope that this time will be different and you will softy grab my hand and take me away. to that place i have been longing to find.
All the things she knows about him—the nuances. The secrecy of his stark black morning coffee lacking cream but with three drowned pinches of sugar, the crescent moon shape of his sleep facing the right always.
The tenderness when he reads, fingering page corners like feathers, the softness of his mumbles when he dreams.
The full moon ease of how they fit most of all.
Did you notice the cat sleeping in the corner?
Cozy furry purring critter making the place feel like home
When I have no other comforts nearby
I noticed today that most of my day was spent in front of the computer. That is what the word made me think of. At least it gave me a reminder of what area i was productive in: Tumblr, my account was quite successful today.
look more closely. notice all the wonderful things around you. see the details. experience the wonderful things you walk past each day. noticing your environment makes you more aware of your life.
All the things she knows about him—the nuances. The secrecy of his stark black morning coffee lacking cream but with three drowned pinches of sugar, the crescent moon shape of his sleep facing the right always.
The tenderness when he reads, fingering page corners like feathers, the softness of his mumbles when he dreams.
The full moon ease of how they fit most of all.
I noticed that time had run up. “What had I done this whole time?” I asked myself. Nothing. I read books for pleasure, enjoyed the silence, stayed up way too late. I could live like that forever. Now that the last day is here, I have to savor it, use all of the time for something purposeful.
I noticed that this window didnt work in my Chrome Browser. I had to do this with IE instead.
Notice that this has en happening since late December.
when you notice me, i feel myself bloom. To be noticed is to be loved, admired,
I fail to notice things that are right in front of me. For example I forget names and faces, dates and lists. Any tips to improve memory?
I thought I had to change the world for you to notice me.
I enslaved black people and called them “niggers.”
I slaughtered the Jews and blamed them for everything.
I’m going to blow up Korea with bombs and missiles.
And I invented a thing called “democracy” so I could become the most powerful man in the world.
I thought I had to change the world for you to notice me; am I good enough yet?