I had watched a girl kiss
I had watched a horse gallop across the field
I had watched a cow give birth last week and it was a girl
I had watched the girl get married
He’d last seen it somewhere else, he was sure – but he couldn’t quite remember – not that it mattered in any way at all. It was just another pretty, overly expensive watch on display. Or so he told himself, as he walked home feeling the weight of his empty wallet.
–
There it was again. The watch which got him to get his shit together all those years ago – because if you can’t afford a decent watch on sale with an almost-outrageous discount, your life sucks, he thought to himself and his empty beer bottle in the hovel he called home late that night long ago.
It was in desperate need of some reparation, but he figured that if he could fix his life, he could damn well fix that watch.
She glanced down at the time. 10 minutes. She fiddled absentmindedly with the leftover piece of watchband that hung out of the buckle. She glanced up and down the hall. Should be hear by now. Maybe her watch was fast. Unlikely, but possible. She finally saw him.
he watched the news all the time. only to confirm — it wasn’t news for him. somehow, he recalled every event unfolding terribly in front of him, as if he had wrote them himself. his mental sanity was at risk.
I see you watching me from across the room. No, I don’t see you, not at first; its your eyes probing my entire body that I feel, clinging to each and every curve. But its not a feeling of worry or dread. Its a feeling that for the rest of my life, I want to have those eyes on me, watching me wherever I go…
Normal is the watchword, she said. Indeed, the word was innocuous, yet in this town, it held more weight in theory than in practice. Strange things happened all the time, and while some were willfully blind, others saw…everything.
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
No pause between
Just
ticking and ticking and ticking
and ticking and ticking and
breathing
and why is the watch
breathing
and how is the watch
breathing
and how is the breathing
watch
watching me
and breathing
and how does it
do these things
when it is just a watch?
i watch. it is not easy. watching but not participating. watching but not screaming. watching but not crying. watching but not running away. watching but never moving. i watch. you’d think it is easy, wouldn’t you?
I watched with sadness as well as joy as I watched the train departing. I stared into the icy, cold window in front of me and waved goodbye as tears streamed down the sides of my face and cheeks. I didn’t even wipe the tears away. I just let them fall down. I smiled as she waved back at me and I started crying even more- this time, tears of joy. Tears that bring back memories. Tears stored from all those years we’ve spent together. I saw her mouthing some words to me. I didn’t have to hear it to know what she was saying. It was the same thing she said every time- ‘I might only be your friend, but to me, we’re sisters’. With a huff of smoke and a mighty gush, the train left the stations and disappeared, heading into the fog- heading into the unknown- heading into a future.
Walking through the cool, dappled forest on my Unicorn was one of my favorite hobbies. It was lovely to watch the Fairies dancing in and out of the trees and flowers. The birds singing in the trees added to the songs of the Gnomes as the planted their gardens, helped birds who had damaged their wings, and stored up food for the winter. It was all Enchanted. It was pure bliss. It was my strong imagination, seeing as I didn’t know yet how to get to the Enchanted world of Fairies, Pixies, Elves, and Gnomes.
You see the thing is i cant watch you sleep no more i cant watch you feel my face after a kiss on my forehead oh those sweet things life made me watch with you. I miss you
“Watch closely,” he coos, and she nods. Her big brown eyes follow his hand as it brushes against her ear and he pulls a piece of chocolate out, displaying it in his palm. Usually it’s with a coin, but four year olds care less for money than they do for sweets.
“Whoa,” she breathes. “Where’d that come from?”
“It’s magic,” he says simply, and gives her the candy.
“Yeah,” she agrees, and he suddenly feels nostalgic for years he can’t even remember, when all it took to take his breath away was a piece of candy and sleight of hand.
like the watchmen of the night, I sit and stare at the blank page before me, wondering what I could possibly come up with in the time I have left. My watch ticks, ever slow second by as I see my errands drift on by, and watch my life tick by.
Tick, tick, tick. She looked up from her watch and stared out at the bleak horizon. Besides the cold wind, whispering in and out of her hair, all she could hear were the consistent ticks of the clock hands, reminding her that each second was precious. Each second a chance to get closer to destiny. Each second a moment closer to the end. As she bent down to tie her fur-lined boots, she glanced out, sighed heavily, and made up her mind. She would walk to the end, even if it meant leaving him behind.
I feel the weight of you over me.
I utter fleeting words with eyes closed.
I turn to my left and open my eyes as I inhale
And watch your cascading shadow on the wall.
I love to watch lots of things. I like to watch people as they walk by. I like to watch all of the mind numbing shows on tv. Watching gives me not only entertainment but it also gives me a sense of who is in the world and all of the different types of people around me.
i watched through her window. i knew i had taken this to a new level of stalking but it also seemed ok. she had broken my heart so i had the right to know what she was getting up to. what was happening with her and that girl? they were settling down on the couch to watch movies. i could hear what they were sayung. claire was complementing the other girl’s hair. i wondered whether they woudl hook up. i wondered if i would go to jail if they caught me. i was trespassing. and i was vouyering.
His watch read 4:21. He anxiously watched the hand move in anticipation of what was to come. Seconds felt like hours. Hours felt like years. Wiping a bead of sweat off his temple, Mark resolved to get up and take charge of the situation. He could no longer diddle around and twiddle his thumbs.
Watch how they dance they wouldnt wait for you they just do. Desire. Pleasure. Lust. That’s what this world is about . You can’t escape. You can’t hide. It’s already inside of you. You just accept and enjoy yourself.
my mom always told me to watch the stars as they fell from the sky. they had nowhere to turn to but us: what unlucky balls of fire spirit they were! But one night, as I went to pick up the piece of our newly fallen constellation, I saw the piece pulsing. A butterfly gathered from the burnt dust and coughed its way up.
Watching has always given me pleasure. I need to know your responses so I may replicate them. Is anyone watching me? Is anyone watching for me? I’ll never know. So I’ll continue watching, waiting, watching.
Watch and see where I go. It will be high and it will be low. I’m traveling down this empty road, ignorant to the fact that I’m surrounded by answers. Watch me, aren’t I foolish? When will I watch myself?
I’ll be a star. You just watch. I’ll dye my hair purple and wear suspenders. I’ll learn to tap dance and do impressions of Robin Williams and Al Pacino. I’ll keep bottles of glitter in my pockets so that, when I want to feel extra sparkly, I’ll pop them open and let the storm surround me like I’m in the dust bowl, only prettier and less detrimental to southwestern agriculture. I will march onto Broadway with a handmade diploma, and with every time I’m shooed out, I’ll only become more insistent until they just can’t get rid of me.
I watch the seasons change right outside my kitchen window. Such beautiful lessons we learn from nature, far more beautiful than leaves that change from green to gold and fire-red. “The snow and ice will soon cover the ground and the tree branches will be gray and depressing,” my neighbor says. I nod, but continue to watch out my kitchen window every morning. The trees are not quaking. They are not afraid. They do not call to their falling leaves in anguish begging them to return. It seems to me that they have wisdom, an innate knowing that tells them in order to bloom anew they must lose their beautiful colors for a time. Their essence is in their core and when the time is right, they will bloom again. Every day, I watch out my window, changing along with the seasons, feeling a little bit stronger, a little more hopeful, somewhere closer to rebirth.
I had watched a girl kiss
I had watched a horse gallop across the field
I had watched a cow give birth last week and it was a girl
I had watched the girl get married
open you eyes. gaze upon. slowly breathing. eyes darting form here to there. blink once. pause. wait dont stare.
There was always something about that watch.
He’d last seen it somewhere else, he was sure – but he couldn’t quite remember – not that it mattered in any way at all. It was just another pretty, overly expensive watch on display. Or so he told himself, as he walked home feeling the weight of his empty wallet.
–
There it was again. The watch which got him to get his shit together all those years ago – because if you can’t afford a decent watch on sale with an almost-outrageous discount, your life sucks, he thought to himself and his empty beer bottle in the hovel he called home late that night long ago.
It was in desperate need of some reparation, but he figured that if he could fix his life, he could damn well fix that watch.
So he did.
Hello there, are you afraid? Do you even know what’s coming for you? It’s awful. Oh-so aw
Keeping time so your not lat to class. Watching a tv show late at night with your family. Watching youtube in your bed all alone.
She glanced down at the time. 10 minutes. She fiddled absentmindedly with the leftover piece of watchband that hung out of the buckle. She glanced up and down the hall. Should be hear by now. Maybe her watch was fast. Unlikely, but possible. She finally saw him.
We live in a society where we constantly watch our watches. We should be watching the world around us.
he watched the news all the time. only to confirm — it wasn’t news for him. somehow, he recalled every event unfolding terribly in front of him, as if he had wrote them himself. his mental sanity was at risk.
I see you watching me from across the room. No, I don’t see you, not at first; its your eyes probing my entire body that I feel, clinging to each and every curve. But its not a feeling of worry or dread. Its a feeling that for the rest of my life, I want to have those eyes on me, watching me wherever I go…
Normal is the watchword, she said. Indeed, the word was innocuous, yet in this town, it held more weight in theory than in practice. Strange things happened all the time, and while some were willfully blind, others saw…everything.
Tick tick tick tick tick tick tick
No pause between
Just
ticking and ticking and ticking
and ticking and ticking and
breathing
and why is the watch
breathing
and how is the watch
breathing
and how is the breathing
watch
watching me
and breathing
and how does it
do these things
when it is just a watch?
I watched the storm roll in, dark clouds around and not a hint of blue sky. A tear ran down my face, there was more then one storm coming.
i watch. it is not easy. watching but not participating. watching but not screaming. watching but not crying. watching but not running away. watching but never moving. i watch. you’d think it is easy, wouldn’t you?
Watching Sporting events by cheering in the stands with people sharing a common interest to see your favorite team win the game.
I watched with sadness as well as joy as I watched the train departing. I stared into the icy, cold window in front of me and waved goodbye as tears streamed down the sides of my face and cheeks. I didn’t even wipe the tears away. I just let them fall down. I smiled as she waved back at me and I started crying even more- this time, tears of joy. Tears that bring back memories. Tears stored from all those years we’ve spent together. I saw her mouthing some words to me. I didn’t have to hear it to know what she was saying. It was the same thing she said every time- ‘I might only be your friend, but to me, we’re sisters’. With a huff of smoke and a mighty gush, the train left the stations and disappeared, heading into the fog- heading into the unknown- heading into a future.
I spend a lot of my time watching TV shows- especially the drama types. Shows like Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries and Teen Wolf .
FOREST
Walking through the cool, dappled forest on my Unicorn was one of my favorite hobbies. It was lovely to watch the Fairies dancing in and out of the trees and flowers. The birds singing in the trees added to the songs of the Gnomes as the planted their gardens, helped birds who had damaged their wings, and stored up food for the winter. It was all Enchanted. It was pure bliss. It was my strong imagination, seeing as I didn’t know yet how to get to the Enchanted world of Fairies, Pixies, Elves, and Gnomes.
You see the thing is i cant watch you sleep no more i cant watch you feel my face after a kiss on my forehead oh those sweet things life made me watch with you. I miss you
I seen you watch me i see us watch life i seen me watch you i seen us what worlds changes while wild eyes lie. That made no sense but know
“Watch closely,” he coos, and she nods. Her big brown eyes follow his hand as it brushes against her ear and he pulls a piece of chocolate out, displaying it in his palm. Usually it’s with a coin, but four year olds care less for money than they do for sweets.
“Whoa,” she breathes. “Where’d that come from?”
“It’s magic,” he says simply, and gives her the candy.
“Yeah,” she agrees, and he suddenly feels nostalgic for years he can’t even remember, when all it took to take his breath away was a piece of candy and sleight of hand.
Time keeping – an essential for every human. Whether as a fashion trait or as an essential, time keeping as stood the test of time.
I saw her. I was looking right in her eyes. Then I realized I was late. There was a big clock there. Half past then it was.
or else
(time will run in)
like the watchmen of the night, I sit and stare at the blank page before me, wondering what I could possibly come up with in the time I have left. My watch ticks, ever slow second by as I see my errands drift on by, and watch my life tick by.
Tick, tick, tick. She looked up from her watch and stared out at the bleak horizon. Besides the cold wind, whispering in and out of her hair, all she could hear were the consistent ticks of the clock hands, reminding her that each second was precious. Each second a chance to get closer to destiny. Each second a moment closer to the end. As she bent down to tie her fur-lined boots, she glanced out, sighed heavily, and made up her mind. She would walk to the end, even if it meant leaving him behind.
I feel the weight of you over me.
I utter fleeting words with eyes closed.
I turn to my left and open my eyes as I inhale
And watch your cascading shadow on the wall.
You over me.
I love to watch lots of things. I like to watch people as they walk by. I like to watch all of the mind numbing shows on tv. Watching gives me not only entertainment but it also gives me a sense of who is in the world and all of the different types of people around me.
i watched through her window. i knew i had taken this to a new level of stalking but it also seemed ok. she had broken my heart so i had the right to know what she was getting up to. what was happening with her and that girl? they were settling down on the couch to watch movies. i could hear what they were sayung. claire was complementing the other girl’s hair. i wondered whether they woudl hook up. i wondered if i would go to jail if they caught me. i was trespassing. and i was vouyering.
His watch read 4:21. He anxiously watched the hand move in anticipation of what was to come. Seconds felt like hours. Hours felt like years. Wiping a bead of sweat off his temple, Mark resolved to get up and take charge of the situation. He could no longer diddle around and twiddle his thumbs.
Watch how they dance they wouldnt wait for you they just do. Desire. Pleasure. Lust. That’s what this world is about . You can’t escape. You can’t hide. It’s already inside of you. You just accept and enjoy yourself.
Watch the shore, watch the waves and hear the wind. Your watch is buried under the deep
sea water.
I watch and see. It seems. She is typing on the computer. She checks her watch. It is 9:02. “28 minutes to go” she thinks.
my mom always told me to watch the stars as they fell from the sky. they had nowhere to turn to but us: what unlucky balls of fire spirit they were! But one night, as I went to pick up the piece of our newly fallen constellation, I saw the piece pulsing. A butterfly gathered from the burnt dust and coughed its way up.
Watching has always given me pleasure. I need to know your responses so I may replicate them. Is anyone watching me? Is anyone watching for me? I’ll never know. So I’ll continue watching, waiting, watching.
Watch and see where I go. It will be high and it will be low. I’m traveling down this empty road, ignorant to the fact that I’m surrounded by answers. Watch me, aren’t I foolish? When will I watch myself?
i found this funny
watch me, watch them, watch everything you can, watch watch watch the universe, is there
I’ll be a star. You just watch. I’ll dye my hair purple and wear suspenders. I’ll learn to tap dance and do impressions of Robin Williams and Al Pacino. I’ll keep bottles of glitter in my pockets so that, when I want to feel extra sparkly, I’ll pop them open and let the storm surround me like I’m in the dust bowl, only prettier and less detrimental to southwestern agriculture. I will march onto Broadway with a handmade diploma, and with every time I’m shooed out, I’ll only become more insistent until they just can’t get rid of me.
her step, your dance
watch her trip, your heart skips
beats drums
she can hear
eyes darting
lipslipseyeslipseyeshold
I watch the seasons change right outside my kitchen window. Such beautiful lessons we learn from nature, far more beautiful than leaves that change from green to gold and fire-red. “The snow and ice will soon cover the ground and the tree branches will be gray and depressing,” my neighbor says. I nod, but continue to watch out my kitchen window every morning. The trees are not quaking. They are not afraid. They do not call to their falling leaves in anguish begging them to return. It seems to me that they have wisdom, an innate knowing that tells them in order to bloom anew they must lose their beautiful colors for a time. Their essence is in their core and when the time is right, they will bloom again. Every day, I watch out my window, changing along with the seasons, feeling a little bit stronger, a little more hopeful, somewhere closer to rebirth.