people are ridiculous. some people hurt you. some love you. people come and people go. they never are what you imagine them to be in the beginning. you never know what you’ll get until you get to know them. they can help you get farther in life and they can hold you back. dont trust people 100%. only trust you. you are who you come into the world with and you are who you leave with. that’s that.
Die People gingen durch die Treppenhäuser. Sie warteten an den Eingängen zu den Schwimmbädern und zu den Drogerieläden. Sie schauten von den Fernsehtürmen und aus den obersten Stockwerken der Hochhäuser. Sie warteten in den Warteräumen der Krankenhäuser und der Spermabanken. Sie wollten irgendetwas von uns und ich wollte herausfinden, was.
people are annoying as hek i mean they cant stay out of their own buiness, yet they are never good enough. they dont care really about anyone else and they always are trying to climb to the top. you have to find your real friends because if youare popular then pleanty of people will want to be your friend. this is hwat sucks about everyone being so much the same in that way. is almost everyone will do this to some one else. no one will ever be goood enough, until you find the one that says they arent but that is very hard to do.
This word evokes a sense of community. It describes a common unit of humanity. It entrails feelings of togetherness and unit. Although there are separations and differences, a people seem to be unified
Are dumb and selfish they only care about themselves… They should care about the environment and work together to save it!! Together we people can make everything in this horrible world better :) thanks :)
Ha ha this would be the word that would challenge the frenzy of my mind this afternoon. People that is what I have not been around for the majority of this weekend. What will I be like when I have my own place? Oh how the selfish thoughts are already rolling. People and social situations are what define my life and studies. It is all I have been focused on and the source of my intense passion. A passion for analytic thought and producing results from observation. If I can’t pace physically I can only settle for the pacing in my mind to trace the same paths only to wear away the original. Making my own groove I suppose I’m only fit to ramble on through this enjoyable panic.
I’m sick and miserable. Sometimes I think these words capture how I’m feeling, because right now people are what I’m lacking. I’m alone at home, and wanting people to be around. I’m just sick, blowing my nose and overdosing on cough drops. Looking outside as the rain falls down and wondering if I have enough energy to get up and go to dinner by myself… At least there will be people there…won’t there be? Hopefully.
Maybe.
All of the beautiful people, gathered in single file, waiting for a bowl of floating bread to soothe their grumbling bellies. A hint of salt in their mustaches, or a pepper storm in their curls, as they try to feast on meagerness and hold back their disgust. The flavorlessness of the situation is pretty hard to bear, especially when you wish you had the money to buy fresh meat. Or perhaps sweet fruits. Or luxury. Any luxury.
are cool. Except there are days when people themselves hate people, as a whole. Who can deny that being a person is hard? Even though belonging to this group makes a person a social being, sometimes solitude is better than solidarity. People are cool is a misconception, society, consisted of people, created the term ‘cool’; therefore, is being cool a reality?
“Those aren’t people,” Jimmy whined as he and Jeff peered through the foliage at the strange looking creatures below in the ravine.
“They’re people for where we are,” Jeff whispered.
“Yeah?” Jimmy frowned, “Well, while we’re on the subject…where are we?! You said you knew what you were doing when you read that silly spell from the old book you found in your grandmother’s attic. I expect you to have me back in the attic before dinner!”
“You will be….”
Jimmy wasn’t convinced as Jeff started to move closer to the creatures below.
“Dinner is at 5!” Jimmy whispered loudly as he followed behind his best friend.
If ever there was a paralyzing word… I really don’t know where to start with this one. People, people, so many people. So many stories! How many stories are out there, just waiting to be told, to be heard? Waiting for you…
People. I imagine them coaxed with honey. trying to make thier way through the big city. they clump together and stick and stay. I try to climb over them.
standing around standing surrounded standing a midst the masses but it’s those little marks the curve of cheeks below eyes dipped in an icy blue that make two thousand into two me and you so silly and so sweet turning around to face the face the face i can’t forget that i ache to be in the vision of as soon as possible fearing that changing of winds may lead to a changing of minds.
i miss you.
If I was a boy I wouldn’t be as rude as you. If I was a girl I wouldn’t talk like you do. If I was old like you I think I would at least try to get out of bed. If I was just starting my life I would make sure I set myself up for happiness. If I was you I would love like nothing else.
Then again. Maybe I wouldn’t.
People.
We don’t know each other.
We don’t know ourselves.
We don’t know, what we do.
We don’t know why we are, what we live for.
We are different.
We are all people.
Liebe.
Liebe ist was jeder Mensch denkt zu brauchen.
Ich weiß nur, das ich Nähe brauche. Das ich Dich brauche.
Ich denke, das ist so, weil ich dich liebe.
we can’t live with out being social to the people. As human being, being social is a part from our nature. we need people to laugh, to share with and even to be sad! because if we don’t experience that we wouldn’t know what happiness really mean!
i m srrounded with so many people. Some are very sweet and some are wanna be sweet. Its soo difficult to write on people. There are millions of them and i dont know any of them.
I sit and listen. Silently. I don’t know what to answer. Because you may ask a thousand of questions, but all I can hear are expectations. And those expectations are what you want me to answer. But I can’t. Maybe if I were someone else. Someone of the many different people you’d like me to be. Only I am not ‘people’. I am me.
I believe that all people are inherently good individually, and that it is the group that makes them bad. It’s psychology. One person’s belief, leads to another person’s detriment. We’re all connected, and not necessarily in a good way.
People can be very confusing. Some are emotional, some are caring; some are selfish, others self-less. Some you will just hate, but there is always someone out there you are destined to love. It may take a lot of sifting through the stupid, but you will find them, and it will be worth it.
people are people you can love them or hate them but you cannot live without them. CAnnot survive without them. cannot comprehend, coexist or procreate. We strive to love what we dislike in ourselves. we must see we are all people.
People are very strange sometimes. They like who do not like them, they want what they cannot have, they want attention and yet they want to be left alone. I could never understand human nature and the way people work.
People are subjective to everyone, we all know people but who really are people? To me people are those who walk among us but who we rarely socialise with. For example I would not refer to my family or friends as merely people, I would on the other hand refer to those humans (deliberately not using the word people) walking up and down the street as just ‘people’ though.
There are people everywhere. They laugh and cry just likee you. They fight because they don’t think about each others feelings. They are alive with spirit and hope. And fear. Why war with life? People are the heart.
people are strange. they hurt you. they make you cry. and then they make you feel like heaven is in your hands. and then they hurt you again. or they kiss you and hold you and make you feel so wonderful you cant describe it. i love people. but they confuse me. and i confuse them. so much.
“This world is an illusion, and people are a part of it. They are born into a lie, raised up in corruption, and released into failure. And deep down, they know it too. But, they are mere puppets, attached to the strings, refusing to break free. Why? Because they don’t believe in liberation and resistance.”
I don’t know any of these people. Standing alone, surrounded by faces and bodies and arms and legs, and I’m not sure why I’m here, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and I-
“Hi!”
I’m jerked out of my thoughts, and turn to stare, terrified, at the interrupter.
The world didn’t begin with people. It began with trees and flowers and love and animals and peace and dry earth and fallen leaves and everything beautiful. The cicadas were singing, the trees were dancing. When people came into the picture, everything fell out of place.
People are strange. It’s been said before, many times. It’ll be said a million more too, because it’s true. Is it better to know a little about a lot, or a lot about a little? Folk generally live in an ignorance of their own choosing. It may be one of materialistic comfort, one of work, manual or cerebral, or one of friendship and community. But a person will always be ignorant of everything beyond their own experience. We can endeavour to reduce our level of unknowing by seeking experience and knowledge, but we will never fully lose our ignorance. We will never fully understand the world because there is too much to understand. But we are all connected. The universe around us and absolutely everything in it formed from the same singularity; an amount of matter compressed into the size of a garden pea. Imagine how much energy was contained in that singularity, and that’s why we are connected. We are all made of the same stuff. Stuff that was once so squashed together that ALL of it was closer to every other part of it than your thumb is to the tip of your pointing finger right now.
are many they are every where and i like some of them i have no feelings to others its hard to count all the people you’ve met but some of them you just cant forget.
People don’t really listen. They hear, but they plug up their ears to all sorts of sounds. They don’t hear the whispers of smiles and how the leaves giggle when the rain touches their beautiful faces with its soft tears. They don’t hear the quiet sighs of the earth when it’s stepped on, or the melody of the moon when it’s sang to.
I love to be around people, I can’t stand being without them.
As long as they don’t expect anything from me… I love to listen to conversations.
And eat those conversations up.
I dwell in other people’s souls. I need to feel a connection.
People don’t really listen. They hear, but they plug up their ears to all sorts of sounds. They don’t hear the whispers of smiles and how the leaves giggle when the rain touches their beautiful faces with its soft tears.
people are ridiculous. some people hurt you. some love you. people come and people go. they never are what you imagine them to be in the beginning. you never know what you’ll get until you get to know them. they can help you get farther in life and they can hold you back. dont trust people 100%. only trust you. you are who you come into the world with and you are who you leave with. that’s that.
Die People gingen durch die Treppenhäuser. Sie warteten an den Eingängen zu den Schwimmbädern und zu den Drogerieläden. Sie schauten von den Fernsehtürmen und aus den obersten Stockwerken der Hochhäuser. Sie warteten in den Warteräumen der Krankenhäuser und der Spermabanken. Sie wollten irgendetwas von uns und ich wollte herausfinden, was.
people are annoying as hek i mean they cant stay out of their own buiness, yet they are never good enough. they dont care really about anyone else and they always are trying to climb to the top. you have to find your real friends because if youare popular then pleanty of people will want to be your friend. this is hwat sucks about everyone being so much the same in that way. is almost everyone will do this to some one else. no one will ever be goood enough, until you find the one that says they arent but that is very hard to do.
This word evokes a sense of community. It describes a common unit of humanity. It entrails feelings of togetherness and unit. Although there are separations and differences, a people seem to be unified
Are dumb and selfish they only care about themselves… They should care about the environment and work together to save it!! Together we people can make everything in this horrible world better :) thanks :)
Ha ha this would be the word that would challenge the frenzy of my mind this afternoon. People that is what I have not been around for the majority of this weekend. What will I be like when I have my own place? Oh how the selfish thoughts are already rolling. People and social situations are what define my life and studies. It is all I have been focused on and the source of my intense passion. A passion for analytic thought and producing results from observation. If I can’t pace physically I can only settle for the pacing in my mind to trace the same paths only to wear away the original. Making my own groove I suppose I’m only fit to ramble on through this enjoyable panic.
I’m sick and miserable. Sometimes I think these words capture how I’m feeling, because right now people are what I’m lacking. I’m alone at home, and wanting people to be around. I’m just sick, blowing my nose and overdosing on cough drops. Looking outside as the rain falls down and wondering if I have enough energy to get up and go to dinner by myself… At least there will be people there…won’t there be? Hopefully.
Maybe.
All of the beautiful people, gathered in single file, waiting for a bowl of floating bread to soothe their grumbling bellies. A hint of salt in their mustaches, or a pepper storm in their curls, as they try to feast on meagerness and hold back their disgust. The flavorlessness of the situation is pretty hard to bear, especially when you wish you had the money to buy fresh meat. Or perhaps sweet fruits. Or luxury. Any luxury.
are cool. Except there are days when people themselves hate people, as a whole. Who can deny that being a person is hard? Even though belonging to this group makes a person a social being, sometimes solitude is better than solidarity. People are cool is a misconception, society, consisted of people, created the term ‘cool’; therefore, is being cool a reality?
“Those aren’t people,” Jimmy whined as he and Jeff peered through the foliage at the strange looking creatures below in the ravine.
“They’re people for where we are,” Jeff whispered.
“Yeah?” Jimmy frowned, “Well, while we’re on the subject…where are we?! You said you knew what you were doing when you read that silly spell from the old book you found in your grandmother’s attic. I expect you to have me back in the attic before dinner!”
“You will be….”
Jimmy wasn’t convinced as Jeff started to move closer to the creatures below.
“Dinner is at 5!” Jimmy whispered loudly as he followed behind his best friend.
If ever there was a paralyzing word… I really don’t know where to start with this one. People, people, so many people. So many stories! How many stories are out there, just waiting to be told, to be heard? Waiting for you…
There are 7 billion people in the world. Not one is right for you.
People. I imagine them coaxed with honey. trying to make thier way through the big city. they clump together and stick and stay. I try to climb over them.
standing around standing surrounded standing a midst the masses but it’s those little marks the curve of cheeks below eyes dipped in an icy blue that make two thousand into two me and you so silly and so sweet turning around to face the face the face i can’t forget that i ache to be in the vision of as soon as possible fearing that changing of winds may lead to a changing of minds.
i miss you.
If I was a boy I wouldn’t be as rude as you. If I was a girl I wouldn’t talk like you do. If I was old like you I think I would at least try to get out of bed. If I was just starting my life I would make sure I set myself up for happiness. If I was you I would love like nothing else.
Then again. Maybe I wouldn’t.
People.
We don’t know each other.
We don’t know ourselves.
We don’t know, what we do.
We don’t know why we are, what we live for.
We are different.
We are all people.
We are all so dumb.
Liebe.
Liebe ist was jeder Mensch denkt zu brauchen.
Ich weiß nur, das ich Nähe brauche. Das ich Dich brauche.
Ich denke, das ist so, weil ich dich liebe.
we can’t live with out being social to the people. As human being, being social is a part from our nature. we need people to laugh, to share with and even to be sad! because if we don’t experience that we wouldn’t know what happiness really mean!
i m srrounded with so many people. Some are very sweet and some are wanna be sweet. Its soo difficult to write on people. There are millions of them and i dont know any of them.
I sit and listen. Silently. I don’t know what to answer. Because you may ask a thousand of questions, but all I can hear are expectations. And those expectations are what you want me to answer. But I can’t. Maybe if I were someone else. Someone of the many different people you’d like me to be. Only I am not ‘people’. I am me.
I believe that all people are inherently good individually, and that it is the group that makes them bad. It’s psychology. One person’s belief, leads to another person’s detriment. We’re all connected, and not necessarily in a good way.
People can be very confusing. Some are emotional, some are caring; some are selfish, others self-less. Some you will just hate, but there is always someone out there you are destined to love. It may take a lot of sifting through the stupid, but you will find them, and it will be worth it.
people are people you can love them or hate them but you cannot live without them. CAnnot survive without them. cannot comprehend, coexist or procreate. We strive to love what we dislike in ourselves. we must see we are all people.
First there were only tens of thousands, then hundreds of thousands, then millions, then billions, and that was when the planet started to creak.
People are very strange sometimes. They like who do not like them, they want what they cannot have, they want attention and yet they want to be left alone. I could never understand human nature and the way people work.
People are subjective to everyone, we all know people but who really are people? To me people are those who walk among us but who we rarely socialise with. For example I would not refer to my family or friends as merely people, I would on the other hand refer to those humans (deliberately not using the word people) walking up and down the street as just ‘people’ though.
We’re crazy, we’re sad, we’re psychotic, we’re frustrated, we’re playful, we’re sick, we’re addicted to technology, to alcohol to drugs, we’re funny, we’re hopeful, we’re wondering, we’re wandering
There are people everywhere. They laugh and cry just likee you. They fight because they don’t think about each others feelings. They are alive with spirit and hope. And fear. Why war with life? People are the heart.
people are strange. they hurt you. they make you cry. and then they make you feel like heaven is in your hands. and then they hurt you again. or they kiss you and hold you and make you feel so wonderful you cant describe it. i love people. but they confuse me. and i confuse them. so much.
I love to people watch! crazy wigs loud voices and love in the air—or did they just break up. i love to people watch dont you.
They hurt. They feel. Some love, some never do. Some die without ever knowing what living means.
“This world is an illusion, and people are a part of it. They are born into a lie, raised up in corruption, and released into failure. And deep down, they know it too. But, they are mere puppets, attached to the strings, refusing to break free. Why? Because they don’t believe in liberation and resistance.”
They’re weird.
So, yeah.
People. They’re usually obese.
You know what I mean?
… yeah.
K bye.
I don’t know any of these people. Standing alone, surrounded by faces and bodies and arms and legs, and I’m not sure why I’m here, and I don’t know what I’m doing, and I-
“Hi!”
I’m jerked out of my thoughts, and turn to stare, terrified, at the interrupter.
“Are you just arriving? Welcome to college!”
Oh, god, what have I done?
The world didn’t begin with people. It began with trees and flowers and love and animals and peace and dry earth and fallen leaves and everything beautiful. The cicadas were singing, the trees were dancing. When people came into the picture, everything fell out of place.
People are strange. It’s been said before, many times. It’ll be said a million more too, because it’s true. Is it better to know a little about a lot, or a lot about a little? Folk generally live in an ignorance of their own choosing. It may be one of materialistic comfort, one of work, manual or cerebral, or one of friendship and community. But a person will always be ignorant of everything beyond their own experience. We can endeavour to reduce our level of unknowing by seeking experience and knowledge, but we will never fully lose our ignorance. We will never fully understand the world because there is too much to understand. But we are all connected. The universe around us and absolutely everything in it formed from the same singularity; an amount of matter compressed into the size of a garden pea. Imagine how much energy was contained in that singularity, and that’s why we are connected. We are all made of the same stuff. Stuff that was once so squashed together that ALL of it was closer to every other part of it than your thumb is to the tip of your pointing finger right now.
are many they are every where and i like some of them i have no feelings to others its hard to count all the people you’ve met but some of them you just cant forget.
People don’t really listen. They hear, but they plug up their ears to all sorts of sounds. They don’t hear the whispers of smiles and how the leaves giggle when the rain touches their beautiful faces with its soft tears. They don’t hear the quiet sighs of the earth when it’s stepped on, or the melody of the moon when it’s sang to.
I love to be around people, I can’t stand being without them.
As long as they don’t expect anything from me… I love to listen to conversations.
And eat those conversations up.
I dwell in other people’s souls. I need to feel a connection.
People don’t really listen. They hear, but they plug up their ears to all sorts of sounds. They don’t hear the whispers of smiles and how the leaves giggle when the rain touches their beautiful faces with its soft tears.