We never know when we enter the day that is unlike any other in our life time. The one that will define us from that point on, in the lightest and in the darkest hours of.our days, We as a species long for human interaction yet at the same time we strive for complete solitude when the need arises. When we least expect it, we’re going to run into that rare somebody.
somebody. i don’t know. i’m done. somebody will hurt you, somebody will complete you. you have to pick your poisons and take chances i guess. somebodies are possibilities. somebody can help you, somebody will hurt you.
that you love, that you used to know like the song. Or somebody that mean something to you. Somebody who means the world to you, and somebody who keeps you going. Somebody who makes each moment worth smiling for. Somebody is somebody’s somebody. Remembering that each person means something to somebody else, and no somebody is without another somebody. We are all somebodies.
When we hear the word somebody, we often think of someone special.
I don’t think that’s the point.
Each of us has are own problems, and yet we can only imagine are own secluded little world. somebody is nobody, yet everybody,
think about it.
somebody that i used to know
an old love
a future love
itll be somebody
i hope theyre special
somebody id give my virginity to
somebody id love forever
somebody worth remembering
that one person that you wont give up on even if you end up with someone else
yeah
my life
im somebody someone could love… i think
She stared past me, I could tell she was. I don’t know what she was seeing, but it wasn’t me. It was somebody else. A firmilliar face, or a stranger, there was no way in hell I was gonna turn around and look. No way, no fucking way. She could stare all she wanted, but I would never look at the person that stole her from
That I used to knowww. That’s a song that i like, well not really. My friend’s obsessed with Gotye. I only like one of his songs. Anyways, I feel like somebody represents anyone but at the same time, someone who you don’t talk with anymore and miss because they were once part of your life.
everybody is somebody
there is always somebody that deserves everything and anything that they may desire
in other words everybody or everyone deserves to have what they want
Somebody is out there searching for somebody. Somebody is always searching for another somebody. Life consists of being somebody, and always searching for a somebody that you can be your somebody with.
somebody i used to know used to give me kisses and help me when i cried. he would make me dinner sometimes and wouldn’t yell at me. one day he yelled at me and it went tumbling down. anything that i ever felt for him, went out the window. he left me. or, i left him. he kicked me out and i wasn’t happy but neither was he. i still am not though i pretend to be. i don’t think he is either. i think we are too miserable for each other and for ourselves. seeing yrself in the mirror is something that i do not enjoy anymore.
i wish i wasn’t me. if i could just be somebody else. yeah, that would be great. I would love that. to have someone else’s worries instead of my own would be wonderful, seeing as theirs wouldn’t be half as bad as mine .
i wish i wasn’t me. if i could just be somebody else. yeah, that would be great. I would love that. to have someone else’s worries instead of my own would be wonderful, seeing as theirs wouldn’t be half as bad as mine.
There was an odd phenomenon when he was with her; there never seemed to be enough time. It was beginning to affect other aspects of his life, which was another surprise. While he never had enough time with her, he felt he had too much time with everyone else.
I can’t hear this word without that one damn song appearing in my head. How can such a utilitarian word be overtaken by a single song? More like some word that i used to know.
you are a somebody not a nobody
you are something and filled with energies not empty
you have a purpose
you have something special and using that you will prosper and succeed
i think i love somebody. actually i know i love somebody. he’s a great somebody. a somebody with brown hair. a somebody with a great sense of humor. somebody who i think loves me back. actually somebody i know that loves me back. i love that i love somebody.
i saw somebody who looked like you today
he had corkscrew curls and eyes the color of the sea
but i bet he didn’t smell like whiskey
or read hemingway and chain smoke too much
(i miss you please come home)
Somebody. I’m sure everyone has a person in mind with this. Probably a romantic person, but unfortunately I haven’t had the chance of falling in love. Why? I don’t know. It’s my third year of college and I’m not a person to go into a relationship with someone i kinda like. I haven’t found someone who has struck me as worth having a relationship and I think that’s okay.
The person who you are unsure of but is existent. They aren’t part of your every day life but they are there. They aren’t necessarily a familiar face, but they also aren’t a stranger. They are just there. You may hate them. You may love them.
i want to be somebody. Not just no one. That person that when they die, their name will be remember for generations. I want to somebody who changes the world.
If somebody told you that in a week from now you wouldn’t be living, would you worry? Would your heart skip a beat, several? Would you believe them?
What if they said in a year from now you wouldn’t be alive. Would you be relieved? Knowing that you have time left, but not enough to suffer everyday in constant wonder of how much longer it will last?
What if they were wrong. What if they were right. The thoughts that entrance your mind are indistinguishable, each ricocheting in each direction: how, where, why, what… what?
Maybe you’ve deemed this impossible, unable to be foretold. The source is very questionable, why should you believe them? Sheer shock leaves you transfixed as they walk away.
In the end you decided to dismiss the queer experience, afterall, one shouldn’t dwell on such thoughts with such little verification. So in that year, week, month, day, whatever amount of time was told, can you not help but wonder… is this my last time walking down the sidewalk, speaking to your friend, eating the delicious chocolate cake? Will that last moment of relief wash over you while you think, I’m alive I’m alive thank you God I’m alive.
Or will you be the few somebodies out there who feel a longing of… regret?
James picked up the sock and looked over at Kim.
“Somebody was here and they left us a present.”
Kim snorted.
“Some present!” she laughed.
James looked at the small splotch of red on the floor. He frowned as he leaned forward and slid a finger through the sticky spot.
“Paint?” Kim asked.
“No,” James stated, wishing it was paint, “Blood.”
Kim’s smile faded. She looked at the red stain on James’ finger.
“Where did it come from?” she asked, her voice thin and shaky.
James looked at another drop he hadn’t noticed before.
“I think we’re about to find out…..”
“Somebody, oh God; somebody help!”
Helena wasn’t often helpless, but in this moment in time, on this street in Boston, trying to help this one particular person, she was. She ran her hand through her hair. Where had her faculties gone?
She tore off her scarf and shoved it in the wound, gazing intently at the eyelids of the one she loved, begging them to open.
Somebody else said that you weren’t at school. Well that somebody was wrong and that somebody is definitely a somebody. Okay went to that somebody and asked them what their name is and they said somebody!!!!!!!!!!!!
Somebody had been there, she could feel it. They had been where she stood now and had watched someone die without doing anything. She wondered how somebody could watch another human die and not do anything to assist.
That one person you think of. You smile to yourself as you reminisce the laughter shared, the smiles you saw – the tears you cried for them.
They gave you hope.
Kindness.
Love.
If that somebody was thinking of you – what would they be writing?
somebody is the person that we have no other name for. whether that be because we don’t want to give them a name, or are hiding them from others. somebody is you, me and everyone else. they are the vague person that only you know the details about. it leaves people guessing at what this ‘somebody’ is like, while you have a picture of them in your head.
Somebody to love
to hold
that’s what we all yearn for
You want to be somebody
to decorate a name for yourself
so that someday when you are forced to forfeit your existence in this mortal world
some other somebody will catch a glimpse of the essence of your being
and your somebody will live on.
Everyone wants to be somebody– a somebody. They want to be a somebody who doesn’t look in the mirror every day and criticize their reflection. Somebody who keeps promises; reaches their goals. Someone, or somebody, who loves who they are and loves the world around them. But humanity itself is critical. The somebody you imagine is perfect, yes? Unfortunately that somebody is not human.
somebody once told me that you were looking at me across the cafeteria. I thought that was ridiculous until we made eye contact. holy shit. you were looking at me. somebody once changed my life. thank you, somebody.
Somebody will love me; I am an ok person. One day somebody will love me.
We never know when we enter the day that is unlike any other in our life time. The one that will define us from that point on, in the lightest and in the darkest hours of.our days, We as a species long for human interaction yet at the same time we strive for complete solitude when the need arises. When we least expect it, we’re going to run into that rare somebody.
somebody. i don’t know. i’m done. somebody will hurt you, somebody will complete you. you have to pick your poisons and take chances i guess. somebodies are possibilities. somebody can help you, somebody will hurt you.
familiar, friendly and perhaps a lasting opportunity.
that you love, that you used to know like the song. Or somebody that mean something to you. Somebody who means the world to you, and somebody who keeps you going. Somebody who makes each moment worth smiling for. Somebody is somebody’s somebody. Remembering that each person means something to somebody else, and no somebody is without another somebody. We are all somebodies.
When we hear the word somebody, we often think of someone special.
I don’t think that’s the point.
Each of us has are own problems, and yet we can only imagine are own secluded little world. somebody is nobody, yet everybody,
think about it.
i don’t know
if i like
you are not my type
but the bananas in the kitchen are getting
too ripe
somebody that i used to know
an old love
a future love
itll be somebody
i hope theyre special
somebody id give my virginity to
somebody id love forever
somebody worth remembering
that one person that you wont give up on even if you end up with someone else
yeah
my life
im somebody someone could love… i think
She stared past me, I could tell she was. I don’t know what she was seeing, but it wasn’t me. It was somebody else. A firmilliar face, or a stranger, there was no way in hell I was gonna turn around and look. No way, no fucking way. She could stare all she wanted, but I would never look at the person that stole her from
That I used to knowww. That’s a song that i like, well not really. My friend’s obsessed with Gotye. I only like one of his songs. Anyways, I feel like somebody represents anyone but at the same time, someone who you don’t talk with anymore and miss because they were once part of your life.
everybody is somebody
there is always somebody that deserves everything and anything that they may desire
in other words everybody or everyone deserves to have what they want
somebody left a note for me
it read as follows
i am sipping coke alone in walgreens
dreaming of a classroom crush
lend me your last touch
Somebody is out there searching for somebody. Somebody is always searching for another somebody. Life consists of being somebody, and always searching for a somebody that you can be your somebody with.
somebody who was cloaked in black velvet, hair dripping down her shoulders like [insert simile here]
somebody
some body
some body, some mass of flesh and blood
pale, sheepish, meek in complexion
somebody i used to know used to give me kisses and help me when i cried. he would make me dinner sometimes and wouldn’t yell at me. one day he yelled at me and it went tumbling down. anything that i ever felt for him, went out the window. he left me. or, i left him. he kicked me out and i wasn’t happy but neither was he. i still am not though i pretend to be. i don’t think he is either. i think we are too miserable for each other and for ourselves. seeing yrself in the mirror is something that i do not enjoy anymore.
i wish i wasn’t me. if i could just be somebody else. yeah, that would be great. I would love that. to have someone else’s worries instead of my own would be wonderful, seeing as theirs wouldn’t be half as bad as mine .
i wish i wasn’t me. if i could just be somebody else. yeah, that would be great. I would love that. to have someone else’s worries instead of my own would be wonderful, seeing as theirs wouldn’t be half as bad as mine.
Some body.
Any body.
One body
Just a body.
It can be yours.
I’ll take it.
Some body will do.
There was an odd phenomenon when he was with her; there never seemed to be enough time. It was beginning to affect other aspects of his life, which was another surprise. While he never had enough time with her, he felt he had too much time with everyone else.
I can’t hear this word without that one damn song appearing in my head. How can such a utilitarian word be overtaken by a single song? More like some word that i used to know.
you are a somebody not a nobody
you are something and filled with energies not empty
you have a purpose
you have something special and using that you will prosper and succeed
You, somebody,
You hurt me.
And it’s because of you that
I think it would be so nice to
See nothing
Think nothing
Be nothing
At all.
i think i love somebody. actually i know i love somebody. he’s a great somebody. a somebody with brown hair. a somebody with a great sense of humor. somebody who i think loves me back. actually somebody i know that loves me back. i love that i love somebody.
i saw somebody who looked like you today
he had corkscrew curls and eyes the color of the sea
but i bet he didn’t smell like whiskey
or read hemingway and chain smoke too much
(i miss you please come home)
Anybody
Who knows him?
Is he real?
Is he just your imagination?
He is real in your head
Somebody
No one knows
Somebody. I’m sure everyone has a person in mind with this. Probably a romantic person, but unfortunately I haven’t had the chance of falling in love. Why? I don’t know. It’s my third year of college and I’m not a person to go into a relationship with someone i kinda like. I haven’t found someone who has struck me as worth having a relationship and I think that’s okay.
The person who you are unsure of but is existent. They aren’t part of your every day life but they are there. They aren’t necessarily a familiar face, but they also aren’t a stranger. They are just there. You may hate them. You may love them.
i want to be somebody. Not just no one. That person that when they die, their name will be remember for generations. I want to somebody who changes the world.
If somebody told you that in a week from now you wouldn’t be living, would you worry? Would your heart skip a beat, several? Would you believe them?
What if they said in a year from now you wouldn’t be alive. Would you be relieved? Knowing that you have time left, but not enough to suffer everyday in constant wonder of how much longer it will last?
What if they were wrong. What if they were right. The thoughts that entrance your mind are indistinguishable, each ricocheting in each direction: how, where, why, what… what?
Maybe you’ve deemed this impossible, unable to be foretold. The source is very questionable, why should you believe them? Sheer shock leaves you transfixed as they walk away.
In the end you decided to dismiss the queer experience, afterall, one shouldn’t dwell on such thoughts with such little verification. So in that year, week, month, day, whatever amount of time was told, can you not help but wonder… is this my last time walking down the sidewalk, speaking to your friend, eating the delicious chocolate cake? Will that last moment of relief wash over you while you think, I’m alive I’m alive thank you God I’m alive.
Or will you be the few somebodies out there who feel a longing of… regret?
James picked up the sock and looked over at Kim.
“Somebody was here and they left us a present.”
Kim snorted.
“Some present!” she laughed.
James looked at the small splotch of red on the floor. He frowned as he leaned forward and slid a finger through the sticky spot.
“Paint?” Kim asked.
“No,” James stated, wishing it was paint, “Blood.”
Kim’s smile faded. She looked at the red stain on James’ finger.
“Where did it come from?” she asked, her voice thin and shaky.
James looked at another drop he hadn’t noticed before.
“I think we’re about to find out…..”
“Somebody, oh God; somebody help!”
Helena wasn’t often helpless, but in this moment in time, on this street in Boston, trying to help this one particular person, she was. She ran her hand through her hair. Where had her faculties gone?
She tore off her scarf and shoved it in the wound, gazing intently at the eyelids of the one she loved, begging them to open.
Somebody else said that you weren’t at school. Well that somebody was wrong and that somebody is definitely a somebody. Okay went to that somebody and asked them what their name is and they said somebody!!!!!!!!!!!!
Somebody had been there, she could feel it. They had been where she stood now and had watched someone die without doing anything. She wondered how somebody could watch another human die and not do anything to assist.
That one person you think of. You smile to yourself as you reminisce the laughter shared, the smiles you saw – the tears you cried for them.
They gave you hope.
Kindness.
Love.
If that somebody was thinking of you – what would they be writing?
somebody is the person that we have no other name for. whether that be because we don’t want to give them a name, or are hiding them from others. somebody is you, me and everyone else. they are the vague person that only you know the details about. it leaves people guessing at what this ‘somebody’ is like, while you have a picture of them in your head.
Somebody to love
to hold
that’s what we all yearn for
You want to be somebody
to decorate a name for yourself
so that someday when you are forced to forfeit your existence in this mortal world
some other somebody will catch a glimpse of the essence of your being
and your somebody will live on.
Everyone wants to be somebody– a somebody. They want to be a somebody who doesn’t look in the mirror every day and criticize their reflection. Somebody who keeps promises; reaches their goals. Someone, or somebody, who loves who they are and loves the world around them. But humanity itself is critical. The somebody you imagine is perfect, yes? Unfortunately that somebody is not human.
I was told since long ago, that it was for me to do my best, an that there would be somebody. I still believe there is, but I wait wearily
somebody once told me that you were looking at me across the cafeteria. I thought that was ridiculous until we made eye contact. holy shit. you were looking at me. somebody once changed my life. thank you, somebody.
She was determined to vanish before her time. To leave a temporary impression in somebody’s life, then simply erode away over the following years.