I wasn’t positive, but I suppose I walk inside looking confident. The three and a half inch boost from my shoes makes me walk with a straighter back. The music blares, and the lights play across my face as I stop inside the doorway. I instantly spot my friends–and I see him with her. But I don’t feel a thing. He stopped mattering to me when I realized I never meant a thing to him.
I suppose things were good back then. But it all went wrong. As Fantine said, the tigers come at night. I suppose I really had no choice… I suppose this is how it was always going to end. I suppose that it could have never been helped. But I wish, with all my heart, everything had stayed the same.
Suppose I got a job as a professional photographer. I could travel all over the world and take pictures and become super duper famous. That would be freaking sweet. I could be like Ansel Adams, and be commissioned by the government to document the United States and national parks and what not. I mean, how sweet would that be? Ansel Adams is pretty sweet. He’s my favorite photographer in the world.
i suppose ill go to the movies with you, i mean I’m way better than you’ll eve be but i think i can give you a chance. Alright, you ready to go? what? you still have to put your makeup on? Fuck that get in the car now!!!
I guess so. I suppose so. Supposing that this word is the word that I see. I suppose so. It’s a downer word… Or at least, it is right now. ahh.. Suppose. Suppose that the sky were green, or that people could fly. Good word? I suppose so.
I suppose that when you take a yam, boil it, and then unwrap the outer layer, you have a nice meal for one… I suppose you could also top that with marshmallows…
i suppose you think this is an easy thing to write about. its not. far from it.
i suppose you think i was writing a poem. far from it.
i suppose you want me to tell you the truth about who i am. i’m far from it.
“I suppose she can come. I mean, really? Her? She’s not in our friend group or even a friend! I don’t like the way she walks, talks, dresses, does her hair! I can’t believe we’re even going in the same group! If you really want her to come and feel she needs to, then I suppose she can be in our group.” That is what the girls said as I walked by them. Who were they talking to?
i suppose most people are going to start off their writing piece like this. I suppose, i suppose. There are lots of things to be supposed. First of all. I suppose that I’m crazy. I suppose 500 Days of Summer is my favorite chick flick. I suppose that Summer is my role model, no matter how much of a bitch she seems to be. I suppose that one of the many reasons I like this guy is because of how his hair curls exactly likes Toms. I suppose it’s because he’s so average, so plain, so sweet. I suppose it’s because he’s someone most girls would see and walk right past, but I could spot in the middle of a crowd of a thousand people. I suppose it’s because I didn’t use to believe in love, but I suppose he might just be changing my mind.
I suppose it’s easy. I suppose it should be easy at least. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe not everyone has the kind of relationship that we do. Surely not everyone wants to tear each other apart but carry the shreds with them forever. I suppose we’re not like another couple. I suppose that’s what love really is.
Suppose life was a fairy tale and evreything wasn’t really there
and that all your problems weren’t really there either
would you like that better?
or do we actually love the problems that life through at us becuase they make us stronger.
Suppose you had only been a dream. Maybe, then, it wouldn’t hurt so much to think of you. Maybe, possibly, I wouldn’t miss you this much. Maybe you wouldn’t even be something I could remember.
But you weren’t a dream, it does hurt, and I do miss you. And yes.
Of course I remember you.
In fact, I’d daresay I love you.
Suppose you loved someone that didn’t love you
Suppose you just wanted to cry but couldn’t
suppose life was full of this and this was just your first experience
just suppose
suppose the world were to end this very moment but i somehow survived would i really want to stay in isolation for the remainder of my days. probably not but i would enjoy driving all of the suddenly available free cars!
I told you that I was a monster, or a fairy. What if i told you that i could fly or I could kill you with a snap of my finger? How would that make you feel? Are you scared? Good. You should be. Because I am worse than you’re worst nightmare. I am the Boogey Man!
Suppose in that little house by the seaside, a little old lady sits, knitting. Suppose she lost her husband last year, and is feeling rather lonely. suppose she wants to talk to you, but doesn’t know how. Will you talk to her?
Suppose I told you, you would die what would you do. Suppose I told you someone close to you would die.
Which one would you want to happen
just suppose……….what would you do if you had the choice…………
Suppose I were in the library one day sitting with my boyfriend, and he tells me that he loves me more, and suppose that I actually believe him. I suppose he knows that this could never be true, because I love him more.
Suppose…you weren’t there in New York. Imagine if you were back here, at home, not 3,000 miles away in some random city. Especially just for your own education…
It’s not even really that I can’t have you. It is only 3,000 miles. Not even that expensive to go visit, or call you…It’s just this distance.
It’s tearing at me.I miss you, and I am scared. Scared that you’ll meet another, prettier girl while there, someone better for you than me. Someone who deserves you.
Someone who isn’t…me.
Suppose for a second I went through with it. Would anyone notice? Would they realize they were wrong? I wonder these things frequently. Suppose I can overcome this feeling. What would the world hold for me?
I suppose everyone has to do this. High school. I suppose that life is completely dull for everyone at some point. I suppose I have the ability and the opportunities to make my life more exciting. I suppose I can work on this.
iM SUPPOSING a lot of things.
i suppose i like tea. It depends who I’m drinking it with.
I suppose you could say that i sleep a lot. But if you are asking if i ever feel well rested then i would say no.
Somedays i suppose i love you. I think all days i do
But somedays i don’t want to.
Its easier to lie others than myself. It only lasts somedays
I suppose.
i suppose its okay to not be happy all the time. i mean, it feels bad, but what can you do about it? everyone feels sad at some stage. you just have to learn to live with it. make the best of the good times you have, when you are happy.
they supposed that the world would keep on going after this, but at the moment, it was hard to imagine something like that happening. the earth had stopped spinning on its axis, the universe stopped hurtling and expanding through existence, time itself skidded to a stop. the hand on the clock struck together, and the blood rained down.
suppose that tadpoles have wings
and these wings are bright sunshining things
which take them far above creation
would these tadpoles care still
to chase for flies
and would they take their
lilies with them
suppose i wonder do you?
That the sky was filled with every colour of the world. That inside every house, every mansion, every cottage, lived a world created in a book. A chapter in each room. Every fairytale living out it’s pages. One would only need a key, or and axe, to get through the door and see the story for themselves.
Suppose you don’t know anything. Suppose you wonder what living actually feels like. You aren’t sure what it is actually like to live, without a care in the world.
You let your tousled locks go crazy in the high winds, you lift your arms up, and it makes you feel like you can fly.
No amount of presupposition can replace a genuine experience. I hate to imagine that I could stop myself from doing by supposing I can’t. Therefore, I never suppose. I use the lifeblood in me to learn the hard way.
I suppose you might say I am a jack of all trades. I suppose you might say that I am a renaissance man of sorts. I suppose you might say I’m a liar, a cheat. I suppose you might say I am a filthy satyr. I suppose you might say a lot of things, don’t you?
I wasn’t positive, but I suppose I walk inside looking confident. The three and a half inch boost from my shoes makes me walk with a straighter back. The music blares, and the lights play across my face as I stop inside the doorway. I instantly spot my friends–and I see him with her. But I don’t feel a thing. He stopped mattering to me when I realized I never meant a thing to him.
suppose i were some one else.
would i feel the same way?
would i know the same people?
supose i was to have better luck, money, a chance
just suppose
I suppose things were good back then. But it all went wrong. As Fantine said, the tigers come at night. I suppose I really had no choice… I suppose this is how it was always going to end. I suppose that it could have never been helped. But I wish, with all my heart, everything had stayed the same.
Suppose I got a job as a professional photographer. I could travel all over the world and take pictures and become super duper famous. That would be freaking sweet. I could be like Ansel Adams, and be commissioned by the government to document the United States and national parks and what not. I mean, how sweet would that be? Ansel Adams is pretty sweet. He’s my favorite photographer in the world.
i suppose ill go to the movies with you, i mean I’m way better than you’ll eve be but i think i can give you a chance. Alright, you ready to go? what? you still have to put your makeup on? Fuck that get in the car now!!!
wonder ponder jump to conclusion don’t have all the facts indecisive inability inaccessibility unable to come to a clear drawn conclusion
“there was a place, and the name of the place escapes me. when I can’t remember it irritates me. could be I can’t remember, could be I choose to not.”
I suppose I am supposed to think of something supposedly astounding to write, but I can’t right now
I guess so. I suppose so. Supposing that this word is the word that I see. I suppose so. It’s a downer word… Or at least, it is right now. ahh.. Suppose. Suppose that the sky were green, or that people could fly. Good word? I suppose so.
I suppose that when you take a yam, boil it, and then unwrap the outer layer, you have a nice meal for one… I suppose you could also top that with marshmallows…
I just went to the corner store and bought a pack of cigarettes then kept walking, kept walking till my feet could walk no more,
I suppose that everything could happen, anything could happen.
I suppose that the world could end, or could make the world revive anew.
I suppose that yes, every life could end, everything may have just been non-existent.
But suppose are supposes, what is the truth, really?
i suppose you think this is an easy thing to write about. its not. far from it.
i suppose you think i was writing a poem. far from it.
i suppose you want me to tell you the truth about who i am. i’m far from it.
“I suppose she can come. I mean, really? Her? She’s not in our friend group or even a friend! I don’t like the way she walks, talks, dresses, does her hair! I can’t believe we’re even going in the same group! If you really want her to come and feel she needs to, then I suppose she can be in our group.” That is what the girls said as I walked by them. Who were they talking to?
i suppose most people are going to start off their writing piece like this. I suppose, i suppose. There are lots of things to be supposed. First of all. I suppose that I’m crazy. I suppose 500 Days of Summer is my favorite chick flick. I suppose that Summer is my role model, no matter how much of a bitch she seems to be. I suppose that one of the many reasons I like this guy is because of how his hair curls exactly likes Toms. I suppose it’s because he’s so average, so plain, so sweet. I suppose it’s because he’s someone most girls would see and walk right past, but I could spot in the middle of a crowd of a thousand people. I suppose it’s because I didn’t use to believe in love, but I suppose he might just be changing my mind.
I suppose it’s easy. I suppose it should be easy at least. Maybe it isn’t. Maybe not everyone has the kind of relationship that we do. Surely not everyone wants to tear each other apart but carry the shreds with them forever. I suppose we’re not like another couple. I suppose that’s what love really is.
Suppose life was a fairy tale and evreything wasn’t really there
and that all your problems weren’t really there either
would you like that better?
or do we actually love the problems that life through at us becuase they make us stronger.
In our society we are always supposing, we are never knowing.
Suppose you had only been a dream. Maybe, then, it wouldn’t hurt so much to think of you. Maybe, possibly, I wouldn’t miss you this much. Maybe you wouldn’t even be something I could remember.
But you weren’t a dream, it does hurt, and I do miss you. And yes.
Of course I remember you.
In fact, I’d daresay I love you.
Suppose you loved someone that didn’t love you
Suppose you just wanted to cry but couldn’t
suppose life was full of this and this was just your first experience
just suppose
suppose the world were to end this very moment but i somehow survived would i really want to stay in isolation for the remainder of my days. probably not but i would enjoy driving all of the suddenly available free cars!
I told you that I was a monster, or a fairy. What if i told you that i could fly or I could kill you with a snap of my finger? How would that make you feel? Are you scared? Good. You should be. Because I am worse than you’re worst nightmare. I am the Boogey Man!
Suppose in that little house by the seaside, a little old lady sits, knitting. Suppose she lost her husband last year, and is feeling rather lonely. suppose she wants to talk to you, but doesn’t know how. Will you talk to her?
Suppose I told you, you would die what would you do. Suppose I told you someone close to you would die.
Which one would you want to happen
just suppose……….what would you do if you had the choice…………
I suppose I’ll just sit
Ponder my thoughts, let my thumbs twitch
Reminisce the past burn a stoge
Laugh at my thoughts though life is no joke.
I suppose Ill jus sit
Ponder my thoughts, let my thumbs twitch
Reminisce the past burn a stoge
Laugh at my thoughts though life is no joke.
Suppose I were in the library one day sitting with my boyfriend, and he tells me that he loves me more, and suppose that I actually believe him. I suppose he knows that this could never be true, because I love him more.
Suppose…you weren’t there in New York. Imagine if you were back here, at home, not 3,000 miles away in some random city. Especially just for your own education…
It’s not even really that I can’t have you. It is only 3,000 miles. Not even that expensive to go visit, or call you…It’s just this distance.
It’s tearing at me.I miss you, and I am scared. Scared that you’ll meet another, prettier girl while there, someone better for you than me. Someone who deserves you.
Someone who isn’t…me.
Suppose for a second I went through with it. Would anyone notice? Would they realize they were wrong? I wonder these things frequently. Suppose I can overcome this feeling. What would the world hold for me?
I suppose everyone has to do this. High school. I suppose that life is completely dull for everyone at some point. I suppose I have the ability and the opportunities to make my life more exciting. I suppose I can work on this.
Suppose
iM SUPPOSING a lot of things.
i suppose i like tea. It depends who I’m drinking it with.
I suppose you could say that i sleep a lot. But if you are asking if i ever feel well rested then i would say no.
Somedays i suppose i love you. I think all days i do
But somedays i don’t want to.
Its easier to lie others than myself. It only lasts somedays
I suppose.
i suppose its okay to not be happy all the time. i mean, it feels bad, but what can you do about it? everyone feels sad at some stage. you just have to learn to live with it. make the best of the good times you have, when you are happy.
they supposed that the world would keep on going after this, but at the moment, it was hard to imagine something like that happening. the earth had stopped spinning on its axis, the universe stopped hurtling and expanding through existence, time itself skidded to a stop. the hand on the clock struck together, and the blood rained down.
I suppose supposing is one big mental game.
suppose that tadpoles have wings
and these wings are bright sunshining things
which take them far above creation
would these tadpoles care still
to chase for flies
and would they take their
lilies with them
suppose i wonder do you?
That the sky was filled with every colour of the world. That inside every house, every mansion, every cottage, lived a world created in a book. A chapter in each room. Every fairytale living out it’s pages. One would only need a key, or and axe, to get through the door and see the story for themselves.
Suppose you don’t know anything. Suppose you wonder what living actually feels like. You aren’t sure what it is actually like to live, without a care in the world.
You let your tousled locks go crazy in the high winds, you lift your arms up, and it makes you feel like you can fly.
suppose he is nice to kids but nobody is nice to him
No amount of presupposition can replace a genuine experience. I hate to imagine that I could stop myself from doing by supposing I can’t. Therefore, I never suppose. I use the lifeblood in me to learn the hard way.
I suppose you might say I am a jack of all trades. I suppose you might say that I am a renaissance man of sorts. I suppose you might say I’m a liar, a cheat. I suppose you might say I am a filthy satyr. I suppose you might say a lot of things, don’t you?