we seem to gaze
into the rippling surface of
the ocean
like two star-crossed lovers
gazing from
across the pond
it’s wonder that
keeps us rooted to the spot
it’s awe that keeps us from
jumping in
maybe we are star-crossed lovers
gazing into
a bottomless ocean
of bottomless ex-lovers
their mouths gaping
like angler fish
waiting to swallow up
our meager hearts
we gaze into the depths
and wonder what
we’re missing
we seem to gaze
into the rippling surface of
the ocean
like two star-crossed lovers
gazing from
across the pond
it’s wonder that
keeps us rooted to the spot
it’s awe that keeps us from
jumping in
maybe we are star-crossed lovers
gazing into
a bottomless ocean
The one place in the world that I felt at home was the garden. Rows upon rows of flowers, in a riot of colors, all growing large and surrounding me, while down the garden path set an oasis, with an arbored bench and a gazing ball. I spent much of my youth in that garden, on that bench, sighing and dreaming of love.
But she just would not do the same. She looked at the rug, at the wall, at the tablecloth, at the steak, at everything that could not be considered myself.
The mountains. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains. I mean, we have some here I suppose, but they’re nothing special. I want big. I want grand. That’s sort of a theme with me, I suppose. Why settle for less when the best is out there waiting to be found? I will see them. I don’t know when, I don’t know how. I’m not even sure how I’ll make it through tomorrow… but damnit, I’m going to see them. The best. Sometimes, you just have to have the best.
The mountains. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains. I mean, we have some here I suppose, but there’s nothing special. I want big. I want grand. That’s sort of a theme with me, I suppose. Why settle for less when the best is out there waiting to be found?
I gazed at my new victim. He looked at me with fear, hopelessness in his eyes. I grinned. This was the part I enjoyed most, when they bestowed all of their attention on me. When I am the God in their eyes, the God who may not have given them life, but could take it away. I raised my ax. I brought it down. There was a impact. Then, blood spurted out from his neck.
I can’t believe this. I just met this stranger, this girl, but I have to say, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are colder than ice, and her smile makes me want to sing. I have to talk to her. “Hi, I’m Kaitlyn.”
We sat gazing up at the stars and wondered what it all meant. Were we supposed to be here to begin with. Was is the right decision to leave yesterday. Was our village going to be angry. If only the answers could be found up there, in the great blackness.
In this world, it seems as if gazing is an endless stare of scrutiny, of judgement. Gazing is something that nearly everyone does, has done, or will do. I wish the world would stop gazing at me, you, him, her, it, us. Even now, you’re gazing at my words.
Because gazing at the generational development of a city is amazing, I’m going to do nothing with my life but watch. What a pathetic trade off! Compare that to mending Imagination of All Probability with the totality of reality. #gazing #oneword #oznolem
Gazing out at the gray, smoky city, Johnny Ghost sipped his cold, sugarless coffee and thought about the letter lying on the desk in front of him. He’d read it twice. A widow certain her husband had been murdered. He’d get letters like this every two to three months and always used them to paper the bottom of Cecilia Lady’s bird cage. But not this one. This one was different. Johnny couldn’t put his finger on just why this one was different. It was a feeling that started at the back of his thick neck and ran the full length of his six foot four stature. This one had the feel of a real case. Slapping his shabby hat down over this dark hair and wrapping his arm in the ancient London fog coat his mother had given him too many years ago to count, he tucked the letter into his pocket and started to the door. Time to pay Mrs. Cortney Marie Rosenberg III a visit and hear what she had to say in person.
I found myself gazing into your eyes. I remember how I felt the first time I saw them. The other people in the room seemed to disappear. I’m not sure what you were saying. I was lost in those blue eyes.
Gazing at the stars in the country is a wonderful experience. Growing up in a big city with street lights and business lights everywhere seeing the enormous amount of stars and galaxies for the first time is an awe inspiring vision.The stuff that poems and stories have been written about for many centuries. Yet as I sit here gazing up at the same night sky I have been looking at day after day and year after year. I am still filled with wonder by its beauty and I often contemplate how many worlds out there have other life forms on them.
“When you said you wanted me to come over tonight, I didn’t really think this is what you had in mind,” she said, earning a quiet laugh from her companion.
“And what’s wrong with star gazing?” Kiara asked, eyes shimmering in the starlight.
“Nothing,” she said, shrugging. “I’ve never done it before,”
She stared out of her window, gazing at the starry sky. It felt like the world was passing by beneath her window. She could hear the laughter of the children in the street echoing around the old neighbourhood. Nobody cared anymore.
I was gazing at the sky waiting for the light to arrive. The light would be my signal to go. It was a cold night to wait here…I hoped it would show soon. Suddenly a flash of light blew up the sky and I stood up and ran to my position, waiting for the enemy troops to arrive. I had my weapon in hand and was ready to fight for my country.
Immer, wenn ich ihn sehe. Puff. Er leuchtet. Einzigartig. Und ich kann davon gar nicht genug bekommen. Starre ihn stundenlang an. Sehe nur ihn. Immer nur er. Alles an ihm scheint perfekt. Diese Augen, so tief, so vertraut. Diese Lippen, die ich einfach nur küssen will, immer und immer wieder. Diese Nase, so süß und knuffig. Diese Ohren, mit denen er mir stundenlang zuhört. Dieses Er – er als Ganzes. Perfekt. Perfekt für mich.
In seiner ganzen Einzigartigkeit.
I was gazing at the painting when a man came and stood next to me. I felt awkward because the painting was of a nude woman. I felt a little exposed to be seen looking at the exposed form of the female body. “Hello,” he said. I glanced at him, “hello,” I returned.
His patient’s eyes were open but Bashir could tell immediately that his work was done. There was a difference between a gaze and an empty stare. The man was already dead.
Staring at the horizon, I tend to forget myself and the moment, tend to think of this day as nothing serious, the serious being me in the universe, the people I love, what I want in life and what came out of it. I tend to be gazing too seldom, too shortly, and move myself through tiny spaces at wild pace.
The stars are shining bright tonight. The moon is covered with clouds. I’m lying here on the grass and gaze in the night sky. It’s beautiful to be able to be here right now.
She sat gazing out at the razed fields from her shattered window, the smoke of once golden huts still smoldering from the ground. She held a rosary tightly in between both hands, rubbing the beads against her palms as if attempting to heat them up like coals. Outside, the ambulances were arriving, and men in hazmat suits were bringing in shovels. The dead, burned to ashes, were to be buried deep under the earth.
Star gazing was the only thing that got him through those terrible nights after Susan died. Sleep was out of the question; the only thing worse than the days without her was the empty space in the bed next to him. He still couldn’t bring himself to move over to the middle of the bed, as if somehow that would bring her back.
Navel-gazing, once again. A racing mind; a paralysis when it came to action. Martina knew there had to be more to meditation, but she couldn’t turn off her thoughts long enough to gain the benefits she’d been assured awaited her.
Gazing gushing
Flushing toilets while
stuffing the turkey
turn key in the lock
throw it in the front pocket
of a tee
tee off when you finish your tea
Free falling can we call it a spree?
I’m gazing and gushing
but are you falling for me?
we seem to gaze
into the rippling surface of
the ocean
like two star-crossed lovers
gazing from
across the pond
it’s wonder that
keeps us rooted to the spot
it’s awe that keeps us from
jumping in
maybe we are star-crossed lovers
gazing into
a bottomless ocean
of bottomless ex-lovers
their mouths gaping
like angler fish
waiting to swallow up
our meager hearts
we gaze into the depths
and wonder what
we’re missing
we seem to gaze
into the rippling surface of
the ocean
like two star-crossed lovers
gazing from
across the pond
it’s wonder that
keeps us rooted to the spot
it’s awe that keeps us from
jumping in
maybe we are star-crossed lovers
gazing into
a bottomless ocean
I don’t know. What? xD
Gazing
Umm what does that exactly even mean. Is it any different from staring? Stalking is different right? :P
NU
The one place in the world that I felt at home was the garden. Rows upon rows of flowers, in a riot of colors, all growing large and surrounding me, while down the garden path set an oasis, with an arbored bench and a gazing ball. I spent much of my youth in that garden, on that bench, sighing and dreaming of love.
I looked straight into her eyes.
But she just would not do the same. She looked at the rug, at the wall, at the tablecloth, at the steak, at everything that could not be considered myself.
It cut at my soul.
He likes gazing at the stares, and he gazes at the television screen, but the thing he loves most is gazing into her eyes, and nothing else compares.
The mountains. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains. I mean, we have some here I suppose, but they’re nothing special. I want big. I want grand. That’s sort of a theme with me, I suppose. Why settle for less when the best is out there waiting to be found? I will see them. I don’t know when, I don’t know how. I’m not even sure how I’ll make it through tomorrow… but damnit, I’m going to see them. The best. Sometimes, you just have to have the best.
The mountains. I’ve always wanted to see the mountains. I mean, we have some here I suppose, but there’s nothing special. I want big. I want grand. That’s sort of a theme with me, I suppose. Why settle for less when the best is out there waiting to be found?
I gazed at my new victim. He looked at me with fear, hopelessness in his eyes. I grinned. This was the part I enjoyed most, when they bestowed all of their attention on me. When I am the God in their eyes, the God who may not have given them life, but could take it away. I raised my ax. I brought it down. There was a impact. Then, blood spurted out from his neck.
I can’t believe this. I just met this stranger, this girl, but I have to say, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Her eyes are colder than ice, and her smile makes me want to sing. I have to talk to her. “Hi, I’m Kaitlyn.”
I saw his eyes gazing through the city. Through the background. I saw him looking at everything, except at me.
We sat gazing up at the stars and wondered what it all meant. Were we supposed to be here to begin with. Was is the right decision to leave yesterday. Was our village going to be angry. If only the answers could be found up there, in the great blackness.
Gazing out the window out across the mountains she could see the clouds resting along their tops.
Is a comment needed for a 60-second piece such as this? It is required, but not necessary.
In this world, it seems as if gazing is an endless stare of scrutiny, of judgement. Gazing is something that nearly everyone does, has done, or will do. I wish the world would stop gazing at me, you, him, her, it, us. Even now, you’re gazing at my words.
She gazed at the moon, thinking about how small it is, and how everyone knew about it anyway, but that nobody knew who she was.
Because gazing at the generational development of a city is amazing, I’m going to do nothing with my life but watch. What a pathetic trade off! Compare that to mending Imagination of All Probability with the totality of reality. #gazing #oneword #oznolem
eyes
gazing into the soul
windows into my heart
that never close
in his eyes i see
where his soul should be
my own
and in mine
where my soul should be
his
Gazing out at the gray, smoky city, Johnny Ghost sipped his cold, sugarless coffee and thought about the letter lying on the desk in front of him. He’d read it twice. A widow certain her husband had been murdered. He’d get letters like this every two to three months and always used them to paper the bottom of Cecilia Lady’s bird cage. But not this one. This one was different. Johnny couldn’t put his finger on just why this one was different. It was a feeling that started at the back of his thick neck and ran the full length of his six foot four stature. This one had the feel of a real case. Slapping his shabby hat down over this dark hair and wrapping his arm in the ancient London fog coat his mother had given him too many years ago to count, he tucked the letter into his pocket and started to the door. Time to pay Mrs. Cortney Marie Rosenberg III a visit and hear what she had to say in person.
I found myself gazing into your eyes. I remember how I felt the first time I saw them. The other people in the room seemed to disappear. I’m not sure what you were saying. I was lost in those blue eyes.
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Gazing at the stars in the country is a wonderful experience. Growing up in a big city with street lights and business lights everywhere seeing the enormous amount of stars and galaxies for the first time is an awe inspiring vision.The stuff that poems and stories have been written about for many centuries. Yet as I sit here gazing up at the same night sky I have been looking at day after day and year after year. I am still filled with wonder by its beauty and I often contemplate how many worlds out there have other life forms on them.
“When you said you wanted me to come over tonight, I didn’t really think this is what you had in mind,” she said, earning a quiet laugh from her companion.
“And what’s wrong with star gazing?” Kiara asked, eyes shimmering in the starlight.
“Nothing,” she said, shrugging. “I’ve never done it before,”
She stared out of her window, gazing at the starry sky. It felt like the world was passing by beneath her window. She could hear the laughter of the children in the street echoing around the old neighbourhood. Nobody cared anymore.
i’m gazing hard at my screen and nothing but a description of what i’m doing comes to mind.
I was gazing at the sky waiting for the light to arrive. The light would be my signal to go. It was a cold night to wait here…I hoped it would show soon. Suddenly a flash of light blew up the sky and I stood up and ran to my position, waiting for the enemy troops to arrive. I had my weapon in hand and was ready to fight for my country.
Immer, wenn ich ihn sehe. Puff. Er leuchtet. Einzigartig. Und ich kann davon gar nicht genug bekommen. Starre ihn stundenlang an. Sehe nur ihn. Immer nur er. Alles an ihm scheint perfekt. Diese Augen, so tief, so vertraut. Diese Lippen, die ich einfach nur küssen will, immer und immer wieder. Diese Nase, so süß und knuffig. Diese Ohren, mit denen er mir stundenlang zuhört. Dieses Er – er als Ganzes. Perfekt. Perfekt für mich.
In seiner ganzen Einzigartigkeit.
I was gazing at the painting when a man came and stood next to me. I felt awkward because the painting was of a nude woman. I felt a little exposed to be seen looking at the exposed form of the female body. “Hello,” he said. I glanced at him, “hello,” I returned.
I couldn’t stop myself. I was gazing into his soul. I think he caught me once or twice. Oh well, nothing stays a secret for long.
Gazing out upon astral-like unknowns-
Luminary lights, some long dead,
Unmourned, untouched…
His patient’s eyes were open but Bashir could tell immediately that his work was done. There was a difference between a gaze and an empty stare. The man was already dead.
Staring at the horizon, I tend to forget myself and the moment, tend to think of this day as nothing serious, the serious being me in the universe, the people I love, what I want in life and what came out of it. I tend to be gazing too seldom, too shortly, and move myself through tiny spaces at wild pace.
The stars are shining bright tonight. The moon is covered with clouds. I’m lying here on the grass and gaze in the night sky. It’s beautiful to be able to be here right now.
Shoe
Every leaf of grass poking out of the earth gazed at the Tree Mother, some were encircled by her shadow, others were slick in the light of the moon
She sat gazing out at the razed fields from her shattered window, the smoke of once golden huts still smoldering from the ground. She held a rosary tightly in between both hands, rubbing the beads against her palms as if attempting to heat them up like coals. Outside, the ambulances were arriving, and men in hazmat suits were bringing in shovels. The dead, burned to ashes, were to be buried deep under the earth.
Star gazing was the only thing that got him through those terrible nights after Susan died. Sleep was out of the question; the only thing worse than the days without her was the empty space in the bed next to him. He still couldn’t bring himself to move over to the middle of the bed, as if somehow that would bring her back.
Her gaze was gazing
At the long dead branches
Of the oak tree carved
Up loudly with the name she called him
When they were children.
Navel-gazing, once again. A racing mind; a paralysis when it came to action. Martina knew there had to be more to meditation, but she couldn’t turn off her thoughts long enough to gain the benefits she’d been assured awaited her.
Gazing gushing
Flushing toilets while
stuffing the turkey
turn key in the lock
throw it in the front pocket
of a tee
tee off when you finish your tea
Free falling can we call it a spree?
I’m gazing and gushing
but are you falling for me?