It always seems that remarks are cutting. or kind. but never bland. i guess they could be bland. or boring or neutral. But always with soemthing. not like comment or word, which can all stand alone. no, remark requires a word before it goes. it’s very insecure that way.
Remark. To be Mark again. Imagine Mark is an angel, but they put him on earth again like in City of Angels. Maybe Mark had brown hair. or blonde. who knows. Or maybe Mark was marked again by soemone walking down the street who loved him once, and then was surprised to see him.
It’s usually cutting or kind, never bland. Or i suppose it could be bland, or neutral. It’s always a type of remark- it’s not like word or comment, which can stand on their own. Remark requires a description
Well, she said, well well well. And so I said, What exactly does that mean, “well well well?” Does that mean I’ve done something wrong, something I should know I did wrong, if I’m a decent human, a decent lover, but that I don’t understand? She didn’t respond.
The remark was heartless
and quite cruel,
like a softball,
jammed right between
your glasses and your eyes,
blood running down your arm
like African tributaries
of the Amazon,
maroon red
as Rwanda
and the corruptness
of thousands of British.
I left it without any question. There was nothing I could say, no way to explain the knots in my gut. Were they my last words? Well, only one question but it no longer mattered.
don’t give me those snide remarks, tongues sharp like the broken bits of my porcelain bowls.
don’t tell me “good job” or “excellent” or “keep it up you can do better next time”; encouragement doesn’t oil my rusty joints.
While I was skipping stones into the lake, my best friend turned to me and told me that I was remarkable. She told me all about her feelings for me that I wasn’t aware of, and I shared them.
I make them and sometimes they mean something. Sometimes they don’t. RE-MARK. Making another mark on whatever the situation. Focus — Let it be something productive. And and asset. Alri
sometimes people pass me by in the hallway and i can’t help but wish that i were them. they laugh at me in their heads and make nasty remarks, and i eat it up like honey.
“What a thing to say!” she remarked in response to my audacious comment.
“I can’t help it if that’s what I honestly think,” I answered. Afterall who was she to tell me what I could and couldn’t say?
I have very little to remark on. I don’t often have comments. I like to be quiet for important stuff. I am loud when it is goofy. I want to speak up and make a remark!
What is there to remark about? It seems we spend our whole lives remarking about the life of someone, but we do not take the time to remark about our own life. When that is really the most important thing.
I don’t make smart remarks very often. I always find myself wishing I were the type of person to come up with witty retorts on the spur of the moment, but really, the best remarks I make are after the fact, in my head.
she then remarked “let the evil peope live!” and then the gophers were set free. out of their homes and burroughs they scurried and into thr open world
a remark is something that you say to someone after they have told you something. it won’t always be nice, as most things. when I think of someone remarking something, I think of it being rude and them criticizing, but that’s just me.
Commence. And do you go to sleep wondering if you’ll wake to a better feeling? Hoping for the previous ones to disappear? Seeking some remarkable evolution? Please don’t expect too much now. Become the optimistic pessimist.
I remark at the way you looked. Tired. Sad. Beaten down. The entire night I was fine except for a few weak moments. You were the one who left yet I come out on top. I would say something but I fear it might be you who is hurt and not me.
remark. a word. a comment. a mention of something that to someone else may be only in passing, but to you may make or break your day. Something that has the power to decide whether or not you have chinese that night, or just a bowl of cereal. something that may or may not have the power to decide your entire future.
Remark you fool. Slack jawed imbecile. I’m angry. I’m annoyed and intolerant. Tribulation, arise. Here it is again and again. Never anything new, perpetual delusion.
A remark is something you say back to someone. I did get a couple remarks today. Most the time to be honest I am not so sure if I like them or not. I don’t really like hearing things from people. I don’t know if that makes me mean, or just
“Cotton.” She remarked, “It’s cotton.” The rain was, indeed, tiny balls of cotton. I stood there beside her in awe and gaped at the sky. Fireworks exploded nearby us. The hill was steeper than I remembered. “My God.”
remarking the simpleness of everything
i fall in love with life a day at a time
hello new life
hello new world
goodbye sadness
I remark the change
I am remarkable.
I love the world
taste it
grab it
love it.
hello new world.
goodbye pain.
An offhanded remark timed to elicit the biggest response…and it doesn’t. Did it backfire? Do they care? Do you now, for bringing it up, look like an ass? A perfect world would be a VHS tape, to be rewound and fixed and replayed at will. And fast forward, to see what that little comment becomes.
Well I do declare! What a remarkable portrait you have there!
“Oh thanks, did it myself.”
“Have I have it?”
“That’s probably a no.”
“Why?”
“I’m not feeling nice today.”
I wish I had something better to say than “Yeah.” Because this guy just emasculated me. “Miles?” He asked. “Shit, son, you look like you barely got two inches on yer.” I walked away with nothing better to say than “Yeah.”
people remark about alot of things and i still hardly listen to a word they say maybe if they would try expanding ther vocabulary i would listen to them.
that was a wonderful remark. what a great song. I never understood it, though. Which is such a pity because I like to think I know things so that later
I can make a REMARK about things… HAH!
He looked at me in a way I couldn’t understand.
It was perplexed but full of some unknown emotion.
He got closer, stared questioningly into my eyes and remarked “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I will never love another the way I love you.”
And then he shot me.
I died in his arms.
Modern day Porphyrias.
he made the remark that he was a long term person, she froze in her place, wanting that more then anything but afraid of what it could mean, what could be, what could go wrong.
a remark is something a person says after another thing is being said. Remarks can be criticised, or they can be praised. Remarks tell a person what is going on inside of you and what
At first I thought of my friend Mark, and was like “Remark? What is that, like Redo something?” How would I “re-Mark? Redo Mark?” and then I remembered it was an actual word. Like when I would remark about thinking about remarking my friend Mark.
What is a remark anyway? A comment? An observation? It can be offhand or very pointed, and can make or break a conversation. I don’t make these often, cause I’m afraid I will be wrong.
It always seems that remarks are cutting. or kind. but never bland. i guess they could be bland. or boring or neutral. But always with soemthing. not like comment or word, which can all stand alone. no, remark requires a word before it goes. it’s very insecure that way.
im horny today…
thats my remark..
he he im waiting for to be sixty seconds..
Remark. To be Mark again. Imagine Mark is an angel, but they put him on earth again like in City of Angels. Maybe Mark had brown hair. or blonde. who knows. Or maybe Mark was marked again by soemone walking down the street who loved him once, and then was surprised to see him.
Yesterday my dad made a very thought provoking remark: ” Procrastination causes unnecessary worries. “
It’s usually cutting or kind, never bland. Or i suppose it could be bland, or neutral. It’s always a type of remark- it’s not like word or comment, which can stand on their own. Remark requires a description
Well, she said, well well well. And so I said, What exactly does that mean, “well well well?” Does that mean I’ve done something wrong, something I should know I did wrong, if I’m a decent human, a decent lover, but that I don’t understand? She didn’t respond.
What can I say? There was only one word to describe her- lovely. Lovely, alone and full of a light only I could consume.
The remark was heartless
and quite cruel,
like a softball,
jammed right between
your glasses and your eyes,
blood running down your arm
like African tributaries
of the Amazon,
maroon red
as Rwanda
and the corruptness
of thousands of British.
I left it without any question. There was nothing I could say, no way to explain the knots in my gut. Were they my last words? Well, only one question but it no longer mattered.
don’t give me those snide remarks, tongues sharp like the broken bits of my porcelain bowls.
don’t tell me “good job” or “excellent” or “keep it up you can do better next time”; encouragement doesn’t oil my rusty joints.
mark was going through a tough time…i decided to turn things around and start again, he was a REmark!
Pleasantly she said
“no thanks”
Well, then.
Take it or leave it
I can not re-mark
you courteously refusal.
So
Up yours shall be mine.
While I was skipping stones into the lake, my best friend turned to me and told me that I was remarkable. She told me all about her feelings for me that I wasn’t aware of, and I shared them.
I make them and sometimes they mean something. Sometimes they don’t. RE-MARK. Making another mark on whatever the situation. Focus — Let it be something productive. And and asset. Alri
sometimes people pass me by in the hallway and i can’t help but wish that i were them. they laugh at me in their heads and make nasty remarks, and i eat it up like honey.
and you know something? i fucking hate honey.
“What a thing to say!” she remarked in response to my audacious comment.
“I can’t help it if that’s what I honestly think,” I answered. Afterall who was she to tell me what I could and couldn’t say?
I have very little to remark on. I don’t often have comments. I like to be quiet for important stuff. I am loud when it is goofy. I want to speak up and make a remark!
What is there to remark about? It seems we spend our whole lives remarking about the life of someone, but we do not take the time to remark about our own life. When that is really the most important thing.
I don’t make smart remarks very often. I always find myself wishing I were the type of person to come up with witty retorts on the spur of the moment, but really, the best remarks I make are after the fact, in my head.
she then remarked “let the evil peope live!” and then the gophers were set free. out of their homes and burroughs they scurried and into thr open world
a remark is something that you say to someone after they have told you something. it won’t always be nice, as most things. when I think of someone remarking something, I think of it being rude and them criticizing, but that’s just me.
Commence. And do you go to sleep wondering if you’ll wake to a better feeling? Hoping for the previous ones to disappear? Seeking some remarkable evolution? Please don’t expect too much now. Become the optimistic pessimist.
I remark at the way you looked. Tired. Sad. Beaten down. The entire night I was fine except for a few weak moments. You were the one who left yet I come out on top. I would say something but I fear it might be you who is hurt and not me.
remark. a word. a comment. a mention of something that to someone else may be only in passing, but to you may make or break your day. Something that has the power to decide whether or not you have chinese that night, or just a bowl of cereal. something that may or may not have the power to decide your entire future.
Remark you fool. Slack jawed imbecile. I’m angry. I’m annoyed and intolerant. Tribulation, arise. Here it is again and again. Never anything new, perpetual delusion.
A remark is something you say back to someone. I did get a couple remarks today. Most the time to be honest I am not so sure if I like them or not. I don’t really like hearing things from people. I don’t know if that makes me mean, or just
“Cotton.” She remarked, “It’s cotton.” The rain was, indeed, tiny balls of cotton. I stood there beside her in awe and gaped at the sky. Fireworks exploded nearby us. The hill was steeper than I remembered. “My God.”
remarking the simpleness of everything
i fall in love with life a day at a time
hello new life
hello new world
goodbye sadness
I remark the change
I am remarkable.
I love the world
taste it
grab it
love it.
hello new world.
goodbye pain.
An offhanded remark timed to elicit the biggest response…and it doesn’t. Did it backfire? Do they care? Do you now, for bringing it up, look like an ass? A perfect world would be a VHS tape, to be rewound and fixed and replayed at will. And fast forward, to see what that little comment becomes.
Well I do declare! What a remarkable portrait you have there!
“Oh thanks, did it myself.”
“Have I have it?”
“That’s probably a no.”
“Why?”
“I’m not feeling nice today.”
I wish I had something better to say than “Yeah.” Because this guy just emasculated me. “Miles?” He asked. “Shit, son, you look like you barely got two inches on yer.” I walked away with nothing better to say than “Yeah.”
people remark about alot of things and i still hardly listen to a word they say maybe if they would try expanding ther vocabulary i would listen to them.
that was a wonderful remark. what a great song. I never understood it, though. Which is such a pity because I like to think I know things so that later
I can make a REMARK about things… HAH!
I didn’t have much to say. The best thing I could comment was the fact your shoes were lime green. That was the only place I could stand to look.
He looked at me in a way I couldn’t understand.
It was perplexed but full of some unknown emotion.
He got closer, stared questioningly into my eyes and remarked “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. I will never love another the way I love you.”
And then he shot me.
I died in his arms.
Modern day Porphyrias.
he made the remark that he was a long term person, she froze in her place, wanting that more then anything but afraid of what it could mean, what could be, what could go wrong.
a remark is something a person says after another thing is being said. Remarks can be criticised, or they can be praised. Remarks tell a person what is going on inside of you and what
At first I thought of my friend Mark, and was like “Remark? What is that, like Redo something?” How would I “re-Mark? Redo Mark?” and then I remembered it was an actual word. Like when I would remark about thinking about remarking my friend Mark.
What is a remark anyway? A comment? An observation? It can be offhand or very pointed, and can make or break a conversation. I don’t make these often, cause I’m afraid I will be wrong.
A remark tends to lead towards the cruel. It is said in an offhand matter as if one could not care less but in actual fact the words are cutting.