when someones available, it means more than just in a relationship stance. being available means being there, emotionally and physically. not like being “single” its about mind, and space in your mind. being available for more information.
So we saw each other again today. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but somehow i felt that he is so distant. Which is good, i guess. Who’s that silly girl who fell for someone who’s already attached? I feel so sick.
there was no one at the check out. I had to wait around, looking through the windows fogged from the breath of the early morning shoppers. I tried to stare through, catching blurred images of commuters tracing their way along the high way and out of sight towards the lonely towers of the city. “Can I help you?” I heard a tired voice ask. Finally, someone was available.
I thought I was no stranger to heartbreak. I had been hurt before, and it Tom me six years to love again. Then I met him, and he changed my life, the way I thought, everything… And then he left and I learned just how painful heartbreak was. I was available again, and it hurt in ways I never knew were possible.
Oh look, an available cashier. Another to comsume my green, my bananas and my day. Scan, scan, scan, you little elf. And at the end of the day, use that green to buy a pair of mismatched socks. Can you use that in a sentence? Not doing anything else
All my life I’ve been available. Open. Talking to anyone about anything. It helps me to forget how distant I feel. How detached. i crave this small connection, but I can’t seek others out. I don’t know why. So I broadcast my availability. I let them come to me.
The lady was available. She was sitting in the corner of the room, where 100 pairs of eyes were staring into. She looked scared. Not exactly sure why, she suddenly drew a deep breath and let out a chilling scream. The end was near.
it is not easy to be available to people in your life, life gets in your way you know and things pile up so often you are not available to the people that need you. Availability has a nice cling to it availability bility ty ty ty.
Available? Yes quite, actually. This is the most available that anyone can get. It’s called being single. It does not get more available than that. Being this available is not as enjoyable as it may seem.
He was available three times a week to come by and clean the place of all the roaches. felt good to know some guy was around to do some honest work, i tell ya, no one around here does any kind of honest work, not the kind this guy Paul does. fucking roaches everywhere, bugs the shit out of me. heh, i just made a pun. Anyway, he seemed honest and nice enough to get the job.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that the constant ringing meant you weren’t home. Or that you were avoiding my calls. It was probably the later, I mean after all…who spits out blood and spaghetti on a first date? I was trying to seem cool and it backfired. And now you’re trying to seem unavailable.
I hardly have any time lately to spend with my friends and loved ones. I work two jobs, and even when I am free, it seems that no one else is. I really just want to spend time with my girlfriend. I love her so much, and all I want to do is make her happy.
Driving made her available, or at least that’s what the world clearly believed because invites and requests were pouring in by the digital pound from the word “license” on. Had they all forgotten that she was a misanthropic hermit? She could not begin to fathom why they thought mobility changed that.
“I just have a question I need to ask you…” He trailed off as she turned to look at him. She was so sure, all the time. Do you forgive me for what I’ve done, he thought. Do you forgive yourself? Do you regret what you said? Do your palms sweat when it’s just the two of us? What color is your toothbrush? There wasn’t just one question he needed to ask.
The sign says ‘unavailable’, so why are you here? Why do your fingers pierce through the walls I worked so hard to build around my heart with so much ease? Didn’t you see the sign that says ‘closed for repairs’? And now I’m just waiting. Every time I feel you move
in me I wonder will this be the day those gentle fingers start to tear me to pieces.
I’m available. Always. My friends call me up last minute because they know it, too. One time I wasn’t actually available. We were both shocked. That I was actually DOING something.
i was available yesterday, you could have called. i cared about you and you let me go. i was available as a vacant room at a hotel. you left me there and never came back or called me. i was available to you, soul and physically wise. why did you leave me there? i will never understand. i seekd closure and you left me with no answers. good bye
No Vacancys Available. The words hang as warning, tacked right outside of where I want to say. The only illumination for miles around. The only light my eyes will open to and the only thing I can’t have. Shelter from the dark; you.
Available. I am available as an ear. I listen and search desperately to find understanding in the things you tell me. I am available as a soul mate, to feel that pull of desire for and from another person. I am available as a scribe, to find the words that connect that stretch of feeling and explanation. I am available as a mystery, to show there is more to every day that makes you think there is nothing more to life. I am available as a reminder. To help you recall the passion for life that is in everything.
He had tried his best to make himself available to the world, but it now seemed more closed than ever. It was times like these that made him wonder if all the effort, all the trouble, all the unrelenting bullshit, was actually worth it. Maybe some of us are just meant to be forever alone.
When I think of being available, obviously I think of relationships. The world revolves around relationships, you know? When you’re not available, you want to be. When you are, the world is over. Nobody will ever be completely satisfied with their current situation. They may say they are. But, they’re lying. Or, okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. Sometimes people are blind. They are too busy living in bliss to notice how unhappy they actually are.
Available. What does available mean? That I’m open to love, hate, friendship..I’m here for you? I need you? Why aren’t you available to me when I need you?
Be here now makes you think of what has been made available to you. The series of events and sheer coincidences or small world occurrences have to lead you to question the certain influences in your life. Andy Whitfield was an amazing actor, but he seemed to be an even greater person, one that I personally think I’ve purposely been influenced to…his journey was not for waste, its effects live on in his fans and me, a casual admirer…combined with all the other great people and events around me to some grand extent. I feel it. I know it.
I’m not available. I am available. Am I? Am I really available? Or do I just let myself be pulled between two people when neither may even want me? Do I stay because I fear the unknown? Am I just afraid of being alone? Do I really really want to be available?
“I’m sorry, Mister Reyes is not available for comment. If you could just leave a note at the front desk…”
I barge into his office anyway and there he is. Drinking scotch, no less, while perusing the Sunday funnies. He stares up at me and the amber booze reflects in the light of the chandelier and ricochets off his eyes. His mustache quivers. He is not happy to see me.
Somebody who is available is not in a relationship. He or she is single and not attached to another person emotionally or faithfully. Somebody is ready for a specific task- whether it be to talk, to go out, to read, or do anything. Somebody who is available is ready.
its never really convient for you to be available when you want me. you need me, you love me, but you never stay. you are never available and yet you crave me. you crave my touch, my lips, my scent, my hips. but i’m just a 2nd option for you if things dont work out in your perfect little world. you will never stay and you will never be mine.
i found you when i didnt know i needed you. right after my heart had stopped bleeding and was ready to fight for love again. blind and reckless i stumbled into you. not sure of what i had at the time. but you were there and so was i. both of us available. the rest is history.
Are you available? Sometimes I think I am and I make plans, but then I remember I’m not available any more. I need to be more available for life. More available. So, random stranger, are you available tomorrow? Maybe I will be as well.
You should see it in my pleading eyes, you should see it in my inviting smile. I’m totally and completely available. I’m available to laugh with you, to be there for you. I don’t care how long we’ve been distant. I’m more than ready to fall back into your arms. Hold me, talk to me, I’m completely available. I want our friendship back.
oh shit the time is running and little do I know what I’m about to say. the word available itself makes me think of things I want to be, but am not yet comfortable to share with others. Am I ready? Who can answer these questions. I know one thing and that I’m only as free and as available as my mind
i’m available tomorrow, that’s what she always said. He stared at the ceiling and how the word available had infected him to be such a stupid person and always believe the mere myth that she actually would be available when she wouldn’t. She always wouldn’t.
taking in mind the find line –
the dreams so slippery
and pasty
her pallor alabaster
tattooed on the bottom of her neck
green stems with rose-colored heartache
if she was available then, i would have given it all up
but today.
i’m glad i didn’t.
It’s reached the point that every time I try to call the saccharine voice of a robot woman tells me pleasantly that “the number you have dialed is no longer available.”
I wonder if I’m as available as I think I am. Can people really be available? Or are we all just trapped inside ourselves with no way to really know anyone else?
when someones available, it means more than just in a relationship stance. being available means being there, emotionally and physically. not like being “single” its about mind, and space in your mind. being available for more information.
So we saw each other again today. I don’t know if it’s just my imagination, but somehow i felt that he is so distant. Which is good, i guess. Who’s that silly girl who fell for someone who’s already attached? I feel so sick.
there was no one at the check out. I had to wait around, looking through the windows fogged from the breath of the early morning shoppers. I tried to stare through, catching blurred images of commuters tracing their way along the high way and out of sight towards the lonely towers of the city. “Can I help you?” I heard a tired voice ask. Finally, someone was available.
I thought I was no stranger to heartbreak. I had been hurt before, and it Tom me six years to love again. Then I met him, and he changed my life, the way I thought, everything… And then he left and I learned just how painful heartbreak was. I was available again, and it hurt in ways I never knew were possible.
Oh look, an available cashier. Another to comsume my green, my bananas and my day. Scan, scan, scan, you little elf. And at the end of the day, use that green to buy a pair of mismatched socks. Can you use that in a sentence? Not doing anything else
All my life I’ve been available. Open. Talking to anyone about anything. It helps me to forget how distant I feel. How detached. i crave this small connection, but I can’t seek others out. I don’t know why. So I broadcast my availability. I let them come to me.
my hours die at the hands of others
i am apparently available to their whim
but i would take myself and go
become the wind, the wanderer.
The lady was available. She was sitting in the corner of the room, where 100 pairs of eyes were staring into. She looked scared. Not exactly sure why, she suddenly drew a deep breath and let out a chilling scream. The end was near.
it is not easy to be available to people in your life, life gets in your way you know and things pile up so often you are not available to the people that need you. Availability has a nice cling to it availability bility ty ty ty.
today’s best thought : everything is available except time…as time so precious no one is ready to share a moment when needed.
Available? Yes quite, actually. This is the most available that anyone can get. It’s called being single. It does not get more available than that. Being this available is not as enjoyable as it may seem.
He was available three times a week to come by and clean the place of all the roaches. felt good to know some guy was around to do some honest work, i tell ya, no one around here does any kind of honest work, not the kind this guy Paul does. fucking roaches everywhere, bugs the shit out of me. heh, i just made a pun. Anyway, he seemed honest and nice enough to get the job.
thing were turning out real bad when i saw my best thing was available to me for my help. so when you land in trouble just check.
It didn’t take me long to figure out that the constant ringing meant you weren’t home. Or that you were avoiding my calls. It was probably the later, I mean after all…who spits out blood and spaghetti on a first date? I was trying to seem cool and it backfired. And now you’re trying to seem unavailable.
you are always available. available for who?
I hardly have any time lately to spend with my friends and loved ones. I work two jobs, and even when I am free, it seems that no one else is. I really just want to spend time with my girlfriend. I love her so much, and all I want to do is make her happy.
Driving made her available, or at least that’s what the world clearly believed because invites and requests were pouring in by the digital pound from the word “license” on. Had they all forgotten that she was a misanthropic hermit? She could not begin to fathom why they thought mobility changed that.
“I just have a question I need to ask you…” He trailed off as she turned to look at him. She was so sure, all the time. Do you forgive me for what I’ve done, he thought. Do you forgive yourself? Do you regret what you said? Do your palms sweat when it’s just the two of us? What color is your toothbrush? There wasn’t just one question he needed to ask.
The sign says ‘unavailable’, so why are you here? Why do your fingers pierce through the walls I worked so hard to build around my heart with so much ease? Didn’t you see the sign that says ‘closed for repairs’? And now I’m just waiting. Every time I feel you move
in me I wonder will this be the day those gentle fingers start to tear me to pieces.
I’m available. Always. My friends call me up last minute because they know it, too. One time I wasn’t actually available. We were both shocked. That I was actually DOING something.
i was available yesterday, you could have called. i cared about you and you let me go. i was available as a vacant room at a hotel. you left me there and never came back or called me. i was available to you, soul and physically wise. why did you leave me there? i will never understand. i seekd closure and you left me with no answers. good bye
No Vacancys Available. The words hang as warning, tacked right outside of where I want to say. The only illumination for miles around. The only light my eyes will open to and the only thing I can’t have. Shelter from the dark; you.
Available. I am available as an ear. I listen and search desperately to find understanding in the things you tell me. I am available as a soul mate, to feel that pull of desire for and from another person. I am available as a scribe, to find the words that connect that stretch of feeling and explanation. I am available as a mystery, to show there is more to every day that makes you think there is nothing more to life. I am available as a reminder. To help you recall the passion for life that is in everything.
He had tried his best to make himself available to the world, but it now seemed more closed than ever. It was times like these that made him wonder if all the effort, all the trouble, all the unrelenting bullshit, was actually worth it. Maybe some of us are just meant to be forever alone.
When I think of being available, obviously I think of relationships. The world revolves around relationships, you know? When you’re not available, you want to be. When you are, the world is over. Nobody will ever be completely satisfied with their current situation. They may say they are. But, they’re lying. Or, okay, maybe that’s a little harsh. Sometimes people are blind. They are too busy living in bliss to notice how unhappy they actually are.
Available. What does available mean? That I’m open to love, hate, friendship..I’m here for you? I need you? Why aren’t you available to me when I need you?
People who write three stanza poems and gigantic paragraphs; nobody believes that you did that in 60 seconds. !@#$ please.
Be here now makes you think of what has been made available to you. The series of events and sheer coincidences or small world occurrences have to lead you to question the certain influences in your life. Andy Whitfield was an amazing actor, but he seemed to be an even greater person, one that I personally think I’ve purposely been influenced to…his journey was not for waste, its effects live on in his fans and me, a casual admirer…combined with all the other great people and events around me to some grand extent. I feel it. I know it.
I’m not available. I am available. Am I? Am I really available? Or do I just let myself be pulled between two people when neither may even want me? Do I stay because I fear the unknown? Am I just afraid of being alone? Do I really really want to be available?
“I’m sorry, Mister Reyes is not available for comment. If you could just leave a note at the front desk…”
I barge into his office anyway and there he is. Drinking scotch, no less, while perusing the Sunday funnies. He stares up at me and the amber booze reflects in the light of the chandelier and ricochets off his eyes. His mustache quivers. He is not happy to see me.
Somebody who is available is not in a relationship. He or she is single and not attached to another person emotionally or faithfully. Somebody is ready for a specific task- whether it be to talk, to go out, to read, or do anything. Somebody who is available is ready.
its never really convient for you to be available when you want me. you need me, you love me, but you never stay. you are never available and yet you crave me. you crave my touch, my lips, my scent, my hips. but i’m just a 2nd option for you if things dont work out in your perfect little world. you will never stay and you will never be mine.
i found you when i didnt know i needed you. right after my heart had stopped bleeding and was ready to fight for love again. blind and reckless i stumbled into you. not sure of what i had at the time. but you were there and so was i. both of us available. the rest is history.
Are you available? Sometimes I think I am and I make plans, but then I remember I’m not available any more. I need to be more available for life. More available. So, random stranger, are you available tomorrow? Maybe I will be as well.
You should see it in my pleading eyes, you should see it in my inviting smile. I’m totally and completely available. I’m available to laugh with you, to be there for you. I don’t care how long we’ve been distant. I’m more than ready to fall back into your arms. Hold me, talk to me, I’m completely available. I want our friendship back.
oh shit the time is running and little do I know what I’m about to say. the word available itself makes me think of things I want to be, but am not yet comfortable to share with others. Am I ready? Who can answer these questions. I know one thing and that I’m only as free and as available as my mind
i’m available tomorrow, that’s what she always said. He stared at the ceiling and how the word available had infected him to be such a stupid person and always believe the mere myth that she actually would be available when she wouldn’t. She always wouldn’t.
taking in mind the find line –
the dreams so slippery
and pasty
her pallor alabaster
tattooed on the bottom of her neck
green stems with rose-colored heartache
if she was available then, i would have given it all up
but today.
i’m glad i didn’t.
It’s reached the point that every time I try to call the saccharine voice of a robot woman tells me pleasantly that “the number you have dialed is no longer available.”
I wonder if I’m as available as I think I am. Can people really be available? Or are we all just trapped inside ourselves with no way to really know anyone else?