I noticed everything
with the blink of an eye
my attention grew stronger
but half of it was a lie
I closed my eyes
and tried to turn away
but it followed me close
it was here to stay
The notice says “Demolition scheduled for Saturday, June 6th.” There are a group of us standing on the steps of the old church, reading it with sad eyes.
“They can’t do this!” Mary shouts. “This cathedral is a beautiful work of art. It’s been here for at two hundred years and now they just want to dare it down to build a recreation center? We have to say no!”
No one noticed me. I was so invisible. No one noticed me when I was happy and running around the room, or when I was dying inside. No one notices someone like me, who doesn’t hang out with the druggies or whores. If you don’t put yourself our there, then you’re asking to be invisible.
notice! it was posted so bright and yellow on the board outside the saloon. “WANTED: Dead or Alive” with a picture of a scruffy-looking, angry-looking man. I noticed it as I walked out to my horse. Such a good gelding, but he was gettin’ on in years. His head drooped almost to the hitching post, a hind leg cocked, half-asleep. I felt sorry for him, and hoped my next horse was as good as he.
I’m sick of noticing every damn word I say before I speak it. I’m over noticing the crease in the corner of your mouth before we’re about to war. I can’t stand that you notice when I have retreated in an argument to gather my thoughts and you jump all over it to embarass me. I hate noticing that I care too much about what you think of me. But, meh, it beats boredom hands down.
I noticed a girl atop a hill. It was a basic hill. No trees, no shrubs. Nothing but one solitary flower, and the girl. She looked lonely, kind of like the flower.
I couldn’t help but notice that you were laughing and crying at the same time. Not that something made you laugh so hard you cried, but that you were crying and something finally made you laugh. You said that you had noticed that your heart was broken and there was not a healed by date in sight.
I notice a lonley girl at the top of the hill. She just sits there and stares off into space. She looks up into the sky and I wonder, why is she here, in the pouring rain? But then again, why am I here, at this hill, in the pouring rain?
I noticed the man in the back of the room. he was decrepit and old and he looked close to eat. I wised I could help him but I’d only make things worse. I was a life sucker, a energy taker, I would steal away his last breath.
I noticed that he never noticed me. His eyes were stunning, I loved his smile. And those were just the skin-deep things. But he never saw me. He noticed only what I did to him.
It’s what I saw. The red hair flaming in the water, like a beacon, like the sundry call of a mermaid. It waved flashed in the sunlight. I wanted that hair. I wanted to be noticed like she would be all because of the Jessica Rabbit hair gleaming in the sunlight, dancing in the water.
The notice read “Do not Enter.” So she turned the door knob and opened the door. The light seeped in from the doorway. The room smelled of burning engine duel. As she entered she could feel the cake of dust layer upon her lungs as her breathing shallowed. She proceeded anyway despite the voices telling to go back. She turned and closed the door and let the darkness envelope her. She sat crossed legged on the floor. She felt safe at last.
My shoes are ruined by now, and I am walking the last twenty feet up the driveway to my shitty little house that I can’t afford. The snow sticks to my hair and my jeans and my eye lashes and it almost hurts, you know, it almost hurts to go back to my dark house alone and wait until morning, where I can suffer through work again.
And I close my hand on the door knob, and read the final notice letter taped to my door.
And I sit in the snow and cry.
I gave my notice to the kids without a second thought. I told them that I was leaving on a vacation and I didn’t know when I would be back. They just looked at me.
I want people to notice me . I want people to not look over, push around me, trip on me when I walk down the hall. I want them to say my name, to smile at me, to ask me things. I just want to be noticed.
I saw a photo of a notice posted to a telephone pole for a lost cat. The text said something like “Lost cat, VERY nasty temper, hard to handle etc…” The photo copy picture, you could clearly see that it wasn’t a cat at all, it was a possum. That has to rank as one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, having had to deal with a possum or two, they’re NOT remotely friendly.
I saw a photo of a notice posted to a telephone pole for a lost cat. The text said something like “Lost cat, VERY nasty temper, hard to handle etc…” The photo copy picture, you could clearly see that it wasn’t a cat at all, it was a possum. That has to rank as one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, having had to deal with a possum or two, they’re NOT remotely friendly.
Most of the time I notice everything… everything i notice should and does make me happy… however I do go through times where notices things doesnt ever cross my mind and I dont want to notice anything but how shitty i Feel. Noticing things should be happy… not shitty. =]
It was hard for me not to notice. Her eyes shone so brightly in the light as she smiled across the table at me. I don’t know why I had never taken note before, but their color enchanted me as our eyes locked for that one beautiful moment. Someone told a joke; she turned away, laughing. But I would never forget that one moment…
I first noticed the flat tire when the car hit a bump in the road. All of a sudden it seemed to pull to one side and steering became much harder. Of course this kind of thing happens only when you are out, alone, in the middle of the desert with absolutely no idea of how to change a tire.
notice things. i wonder how well i notice things. i certainly notice some things, like i notice stuff about my body and my health. i notice things that make me feel bad about myself. i don’t think i notice many things that make me feel good about myself. i notice every thing my husband does, but i’m not sure if i interpret them correctly.
It’s what I saw. The red hair flaming in the water, like a beacon, like the sundry call of a mermaid. It waved flashed in the sunlight. I wanted that hair. I wanted to be noticed like she would be all because of the Jessica Rabbit hair gleaming in the sunlight dancing in the water.
when you notice someone, you see their clothes and their face. you dont see the color of their eyes or any scars they have. you see their image, and that’s what they intended you to see. when you know someone, you see everything you dont notice earlier.
It’s a common motif in songs — Kings of Leon’s “Use Somebody,” Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Possess Your Heart.” That’s all we really want, isn’t it? To be noticed, known, remembered by people who we deem to be meaningful. That desire for respect and admiration is what drives so many of us to accomplish something with our lives.
I didn’t notice. I was blind and blurry-minded. My heart palpitated and my head dropped. the force that kept me going we unimaginably still clinging to me.
i notice that there are yellw and green leaves on the tree outside. I notice that the car can’t quiet catch his tail but He’s getting close. I notice that the music no this radio station is repeating itself every three songs. I notice that my fingers are twisting wierd ways when i type.
the notice was posted on the hallway bulletin board and everyone was gathered around to read it. Silence. Some of the people held their hands to their mouths. Some of them bowed their heads. It was only a matter of time before this came, they knew it…and then the death squads came marching down the hall with their own copy of the list.
We didn’t notice the sun was setting, or we might have chosen a different trail. The day was beautiful and we were content to hike endlessly. It was only as the sun began to drop behind the trees that we realized the gravity of the situation.
I wasn’t sure he noticed everything I wanted him to notice. Sometimes it seemed as if he didn’t notice anything at all. As if he was oblivious. Couldn’t see anything. Could only wonder when we would be having sex again. Could think of absolutely nothing else. I wanted him to notice everything, like I did. To notice all the details, all the connections, all the patterns.
I noticed everything
with the blink of an eye
my attention grew stronger
but half of it was a lie
I closed my eyes
and tried to turn away
but it followed me close
it was here to stay
The notice says “Demolition scheduled for Saturday, June 6th.” There are a group of us standing on the steps of the old church, reading it with sad eyes.
“They can’t do this!” Mary shouts. “This cathedral is a beautiful work of art. It’s been here for at two hundred years and now they just want to dare it down to build a recreation center? We have to say no!”
No one noticed me. I was so invisible. No one noticed me when I was happy and running around the room, or when I was dying inside. No one notices someone like me, who doesn’t hang out with the druggies or whores. If you don’t put yourself our there, then you’re asking to be invisible.
notice! it was posted so bright and yellow on the board outside the saloon. “WANTED: Dead or Alive” with a picture of a scruffy-looking, angry-looking man. I noticed it as I walked out to my horse. Such a good gelding, but he was gettin’ on in years. His head drooped almost to the hitching post, a hind leg cocked, half-asleep. I felt sorry for him, and hoped my next horse was as good as he.
I wish he would notice me. I sit across the room just staring, hoping one day he would stare back.
Everything i see around i just notice one that we just moving towards being inhuman..
I’m sick of noticing every damn word I say before I speak it. I’m over noticing the crease in the corner of your mouth before we’re about to war. I can’t stand that you notice when I have retreated in an argument to gather my thoughts and you jump all over it to embarass me. I hate noticing that I care too much about what you think of me. But, meh, it beats boredom hands down.
I noticed a girl atop a hill. It was a basic hill. No trees, no shrubs. Nothing but one solitary flower, and the girl. She looked lonely, kind of like the flower.
I couldn’t help but notice that you were laughing and crying at the same time. Not that something made you laugh so hard you cried, but that you were crying and something finally made you laugh. You said that you had noticed that your heart was broken and there was not a healed by date in sight.
I notice a lonley girl at the top of the hill. She just sits there and stares off into space. She looks up into the sky and I wonder, why is she here, in the pouring rain? But then again, why am I here, at this hill, in the pouring rain?
I noticed the man in the back of the room. he was decrepit and old and he looked close to eat. I wised I could help him but I’d only make things worse. I was a life sucker, a energy taker, I would steal away his last breath.
I noticed that he never noticed me. His eyes were stunning, I loved his smile. And those were just the skin-deep things. But he never saw me. He noticed only what I did to him.
Notice:
All notices must be noticed. Your noticing this noticed has been noted, and has been reported to the proper authorities.
It’s what I saw. The red hair flaming in the water, like a beacon, like the sundry call of a mermaid. It waved flashed in the sunlight. I wanted that hair. I wanted to be noticed like she would be all because of the Jessica Rabbit hair gleaming in the sunlight, dancing in the water.
I can notice that your hair is a bit different. Did you cut it?
The notice read “Do not Enter.” So she turned the door knob and opened the door. The light seeped in from the doorway. The room smelled of burning engine duel. As she entered she could feel the cake of dust layer upon her lungs as her breathing shallowed. She proceeded anyway despite the voices telling to go back. She turned and closed the door and let the darkness envelope her. She sat crossed legged on the floor. She felt safe at last.
My shoes are ruined by now, and I am walking the last twenty feet up the driveway to my shitty little house that I can’t afford. The snow sticks to my hair and my jeans and my eye lashes and it almost hurts, you know, it almost hurts to go back to my dark house alone and wait until morning, where I can suffer through work again.
And I close my hand on the door knob, and read the final notice letter taped to my door.
And I sit in the snow and cry.
I got a notice in the mail saying that I won a free nokia phone. I never picked up the free phone because I don’t trust offers I get in the mail.
I gave my notice to the kids without a second thought. I told them that I was leaving on a vacation and I didn’t know when I would be back. They just looked at me.
I want people to notice me . I want people to not look over, push around me, trip on me when I walk down the hall. I want them to say my name, to smile at me, to ask me things. I just want to be noticed.
Always take time to notice the smaller things in life.
Someone noticed that I’m
Not okay
She called me out
And I admitted the
Truth but the next
Steps might be the hardest
To take
I saw a photo of a notice posted to a telephone pole for a lost cat. The text said something like “Lost cat, VERY nasty temper, hard to handle etc…” The photo copy picture, you could clearly see that it wasn’t a cat at all, it was a possum. That has to rank as one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, having had to deal with a possum or two, they’re NOT remotely friendly.
I saw a photo of a notice posted to a telephone pole for a lost cat. The text said something like “Lost cat, VERY nasty temper, hard to handle etc…” The photo copy picture, you could clearly see that it wasn’t a cat at all, it was a possum. That has to rank as one of the funniest things I’ve ever seen, having had to deal with a possum or two, they’re NOT remotely friendly.
Most of the time I notice everything… everything i notice should and does make me happy… however I do go through times where notices things doesnt ever cross my mind and I dont want to notice anything but how shitty i Feel. Noticing things should be happy… not shitty. =]
It was hard for me not to notice. Her eyes shone so brightly in the light as she smiled across the table at me. I don’t know why I had never taken note before, but their color enchanted me as our eyes locked for that one beautiful moment. Someone told a joke; she turned away, laughing. But I would never forget that one moment…
I first noticed the flat tire when the car hit a bump in the road. All of a sudden it seemed to pull to one side and steering became much harder. Of course this kind of thing happens only when you are out, alone, in the middle of the desert with absolutely no idea of how to change a tire.
Always take time to notice the smaller things about life.
notice things. i wonder how well i notice things. i certainly notice some things, like i notice stuff about my body and my health. i notice things that make me feel bad about myself. i don’t think i notice many things that make me feel good about myself. i notice every thing my husband does, but i’m not sure if i interpret them correctly.
It’s what I saw. The red hair flaming in the water, like a beacon, like the sundry call of a mermaid. It waved flashed in the sunlight. I wanted that hair. I wanted to be noticed like she would be all because of the Jessica Rabbit hair gleaming in the sunlight dancing in the water.
when you notice someone, you see their clothes and their face. you dont see the color of their eyes or any scars they have. you see their image, and that’s what they intended you to see. when you know someone, you see everything you dont notice earlier.
You are dead wrong when you say no one cares about you. I notice. I care. I am there for you.
But for God’s sake, stop whining.
It’s a common motif in songs — Kings of Leon’s “Use Somebody,” Death Cab for Cutie’s “I Will Possess Your Heart.” That’s all we really want, isn’t it? To be noticed, known, remembered by people who we deem to be meaningful. That desire for respect and admiration is what drives so many of us to accomplish something with our lives.
I didn’t notice. I was blind and blurry-minded. My heart palpitated and my head dropped. the force that kept me going we unimaginably still clinging to me.
i notice that there are yellw and green leaves on the tree outside. I notice that the car can’t quiet catch his tail but He’s getting close. I notice that the music no this radio station is repeating itself every three songs. I notice that my fingers are twisting wierd ways when i type.
notice. eviction notice. do you look at me, do you notice me? me me me, all about me, do you notice? only connect. notice. thanks.
the notice was posted on the hallway bulletin board and everyone was gathered around to read it. Silence. Some of the people held their hands to their mouths. Some of them bowed their heads. It was only a matter of time before this came, they knew it…and then the death squads came marching down the hall with their own copy of the list.
We didn’t notice the sun was setting, or we might have chosen a different trail. The day was beautiful and we were content to hike endlessly. It was only as the sun began to drop behind the trees that we realized the gravity of the situation.
I wasn’t sure he noticed everything I wanted him to notice. Sometimes it seemed as if he didn’t notice anything at all. As if he was oblivious. Couldn’t see anything. Could only wonder when we would be having sex again. Could think of absolutely nothing else. I wanted him to notice everything, like I did. To notice all the details, all the connections, all the patterns.
I notice that I don’t have much to say about the word notice.