Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking when you looked at me. And you barely looked at me. And I used to be the only thing, but now I don’t even know if I register on your radar. And it kills me everytime you overlook me for another. Because I love you, and you left me, and you said those three words you should never ever say when you’re trying to shut someone out of your heart.
And now I’m doomed forever to wonder if this is real or not.
Airplanes had radar. My mom has a radar. Hell, I have a radar. The only difference between all of them is my Dad’s radar is more accurate than any SATCOM radar or space radar ever built. The guy can tell where I’ve been and what I was doing, without even asking.
The radar swept the night sky searching for the rogue airship. The night terror of the bombings did not break the pride of the people, but instead embolden them to fight on. The radar swept and the green screen pulsated with the small mark of contention.
The radar spins… blinking… searching… for me. There is no hiding, only a hope that the bleep that I cause goes unnoticed. That nobody notices the change in the sweep, in the green and black void and constancy. That the big eyes ignores me and lets me continue to just bleep for another day.
On my radar on my radar on my radar britney spears, slut, slut. That’s such and ugly word, so final, like it your social name forever, no going back just because you slept with that one guy… why?
Well, today was an interesting one. I don’t have a radar to look at the various moving things in the sky and such, but I can tell you there were some fine clouds. Pink on top, dark blue on bottom, just floatin’ around all strong and solitary-like.
My heart is aradar and it can find you as long as you’re not far. My heart has a radar to find you anywhere because I can’t really exist if I don’t have you around. You’ve turned my heart into a radar and I do nothing but following you around.
The blip came through on the radar screen.
“What is it?”
“I have no clue.”
“Get the planes up now.”
He picked up a cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair.
He got so close that he could taste the garlic on her breath. She saw that he was well-groomed, industrious and not easily pleased. Her internal radar knew that he was a one-month relationship; nothing more. She passed him by and went for the guy wearing a t-shirt with a picture of “Where’s Waldo” on it. That had promise.
*Beep* *Beep*
The radar sounds through the night
It’s steady sound like a heartbeat.
Consistent.
Never stopping.
*Beep* *Beep*
The sound is getting faster.
*Beep* *Beep*
Oh no! What shall I find?
Closing my eyes, I walk into the room.
And find….
Another radar.
“How do you know?” I asked her. “I have a radar…it also helps that I’m his cousin and have watched him grow up.” I frowned at the thought. Sociopath? But I liked him. His charm wasn’t natural; it was a disease. Sickly and selfish in nature. It made me want to scream.
“I dunno, it’s not showing up on my radar.”
“…excuse me?”
“I said, it’s not–”
“What did I do to get stuck with you? I work my butt off for two years, and I end up paired with some kid who has no clue what he’s doing. Of course.”
“Look, I’m sorry that–”
“Please, just be quiet. And try not to mess things up further.”
A complex, quiet machine of soundless sound, penetrating the outside world with its acute observations– yet not doing anything at all, in fact, unless green takes predominance over black.
He had flown under her radar, pushed his way into her heart, and now she couldn’t get rid of him. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed sooner. How could she let her defense down like that? Now she’d be vulnerable to sweet words and the way he smiled at her and how he held her when she cried.
*It’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all. I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.*
Britney Spears’ latest song bled through the speakers, and I cringed at the generic-ness of it. A hand slowly grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a guy with piercings and a few tattoos running along his arms.
“Wanna go?” he asked me, a smile in his eyes.
I nodded.
I glanced at the flashing green radar screen as it made comical noises and I narrowed my eyes. There was a strange pattern emerging. I couldn’t comprehend it just yet, but it seemed that several unidentified objects were approaching our ship from the starboard side. I waited for the impending crash, and when it came, sprang into action like the badass action-movie-star I was.
All that comes to mind when looking at today’s word is palindrome. As in, a word that reads the same backwards and forwards. Yes, I am odd like that. Oh, I still have time left! Imagine that.
The radar was on the fritz and broke as soon as they turned it on. They will need to replace the radar or they will be sitting ducks in the war. Their vulnerability is very dangerous.
Radar was my favorite character on M*A*S*H! He was from Ottumwa, Iowa, which is just 40 miles from my hometown. He was always on the radar. Make me think of the time I got a radar call while I was in Greece, through the Red Cross.
The blinking wouldn’t stop. He stared in panic at the buttons in front of him…how was he supposed to know how to turn off the damn radar? He’d only been there a week! Sweat poured from his brow.
trapped by radar. going through my radar. hes so cute i let his through my radar and now im in trouble. I should be mroe protective of myself but i let my radar down because he won me over with his sweet talk. radar is the same as gaurd?
A lot of amazing bands under the radar these days, bands and musicians who deserve to be known where musicians who don’t seem to have the same heart behind their lyrics are played constantly on the radio. The bands are tour only local clubs
He won’t see me, won’t look in my direction. I wonder why that is. I wonder if it’s because he’s so perfect and I’m so… not. I guess I’m just below his radar.
I try to keep under the radar; I try to stay unnoticed. Despite my efforts, he picked me out of the crowd, and if he’d been ugly, I probably would have minded. He’s not, though, and so now I’m his for all time.
Radar is spelled the same backwards and forwards: RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR oh my gosh some dude on TV just drank disgusting fish water!!!! GROSSS!!!!!!!! now he threw up :/
He paced back and forth as the radar scanned the ocean’s waters.
El radar de doña juanita estaba descompuesto. No podíamos ver nada de lo que se suponía que tenía que enseñarnos y sospechamos que fue su perro Plutarco el que lo habrá tirado y lo habrá vuelto a acomodar en su lugar, pero cuando lo tiró lo descompuso. Las cosas que mostraba eran más espantagóricas de lo que pensábamos.
powerful girl didn’t need any radar to pinpoint the cause of of destruction.she only had to follow the trail.it ended in a whisper,an unmoving lump against a giant tree
I can feel the presence behind me. But it’s too late to scream. It’s too late to run. I do not move, I concentrate on stillness on every word in front of me. I don’t turn. I don’t breathe. My eyes are the only things that move. I close them. I sense its proximity. Alarm bells go off in my brain but my muscles do not work.
Because I couldn’t tell what you were thinking when you looked at me. And you barely looked at me. And I used to be the only thing, but now I don’t even know if I register on your radar. And it kills me everytime you overlook me for another. Because I love you, and you left me, and you said those three words you should never ever say when you’re trying to shut someone out of your heart.
And now I’m doomed forever to wonder if this is real or not.
Airplanes had radar. My mom has a radar. Hell, I have a radar. The only difference between all of them is my Dad’s radar is more accurate than any SATCOM radar or space radar ever built. The guy can tell where I’ve been and what I was doing, without even asking.
The radar swept the night sky searching for the rogue airship. The night terror of the bombings did not break the pride of the people, but instead embolden them to fight on. The radar swept and the green screen pulsated with the small mark of contention.
The radar spins… blinking… searching… for me. There is no hiding, only a hope that the bleep that I cause goes unnoticed. That nobody notices the change in the sweep, in the green and black void and constancy. That the big eyes ignores me and lets me continue to just bleep for another day.
“What is it, do we know yet?”
“I don’t know, Mr. Harborder might… he knows everything, right?”
“Yeah.”
On my radar on my radar on my radar britney spears, slut, slut. That’s such and ugly word, so final, like it your social name forever, no going back just because you slept with that one guy… why?
The radar is falling apart and we need to buy a new one. The radar keeps us from danger.
Well, today was an interesting one. I don’t have a radar to look at the various moving things in the sky and such, but I can tell you there were some fine clouds. Pink on top, dark blue on bottom, just floatin’ around all strong and solitary-like.
Do enjoy me some clouds on a crisp autumn day.
My heart is aradar and it can find you as long as you’re not far. My heart has a radar to find you anywhere because I can’t really exist if I don’t have you around. You’ve turned my heart into a radar and I do nothing but following you around.
The blip came through on the radar screen.
“What is it?”
“I have no clue.”
“Get the planes up now.”
He picked up a cigarette, rolled up his sleeves and ran his fingers through his hair.
He got so close that he could taste the garlic on her breath. She saw that he was well-groomed, industrious and not easily pleased. Her internal radar knew that he was a one-month relationship; nothing more. She passed him by and went for the guy wearing a t-shirt with a picture of “Where’s Waldo” on it. That had promise.
Stay under the radar,
DON’T STAND OUT.
You aren’t meant to be different,
You’re meant to blend in.
You’re not to be smarter,
Or better
Or faster.
Just be like us all,
And that’s how you’ll win.
*Beep* *Beep*
The radar sounds through the night
It’s steady sound like a heartbeat.
Consistent.
Never stopping.
*Beep* *Beep*
The sound is getting faster.
*Beep* *Beep*
Oh no! What shall I find?
Closing my eyes, I walk into the room.
And find….
Another radar.
“How do you know?” I asked her. “I have a radar…it also helps that I’m his cousin and have watched him grow up.” I frowned at the thought. Sociopath? But I liked him. His charm wasn’t natural; it was a disease. Sickly and selfish in nature. It made me want to scream.
She’s got a radar. She follows him. Everywhere. She knows about the other girl.
“I dunno, it’s not showing up on my radar.”
“…excuse me?”
“I said, it’s not–”
“What did I do to get stuck with you? I work my butt off for two years, and I end up paired with some kid who has no clue what he’s doing. Of course.”
“Look, I’m sorry that–”
“Please, just be quiet. And try not to mess things up further.”
A complex, quiet machine of soundless sound, penetrating the outside world with its acute observations– yet not doing anything at all, in fact, unless green takes predominance over black.
He had flown under her radar, pushed his way into her heart, and now she couldn’t get rid of him. She didn’t know why she hadn’t noticed sooner. How could she let her defense down like that? Now she’d be vulnerable to sweet words and the way he smiled at her and how he held her when she cried.
*It’s not meant to be like this, not what I planned at all. I don’t want to feel like this, so that makes it all your fault.*
Britney Spears’ latest song bled through the speakers, and I cringed at the generic-ness of it. A hand slowly grabbed my hand, and I looked up to see a guy with piercings and a few tattoos running along his arms.
“Wanna go?” he asked me, a smile in his eyes.
I nodded.
seeks out and finds objects within a certain radius.
Beep. Boop. Blip. Blap?
I glanced at the flashing green radar screen as it made comical noises and I narrowed my eyes. There was a strange pattern emerging. I couldn’t comprehend it just yet, but it seemed that several unidentified objects were approaching our ship from the starboard side. I waited for the impending crash, and when it came, sprang into action like the badass action-movie-star I was.
You’re on my radar, said Britney Spears. Radar, like in a submarine? detecting enemies with ultrasound radar.
All that comes to mind when looking at today’s word is palindrome. As in, a word that reads the same backwards and forwards. Yes, I am odd like that. Oh, I still have time left! Imagine that.
The radar was on the fritz and broke as soon as they turned it on. They will need to replace the radar or they will be sitting ducks in the war. Their vulnerability is very dangerous.
Radar was my favorite character on M*A*S*H! He was from Ottumwa, Iowa, which is just 40 miles from my hometown. He was always on the radar. Make me think of the time I got a radar call while I was in Greece, through the Red Cross.
The blinking wouldn’t stop. He stared in panic at the buttons in front of him…how was he supposed to know how to turn off the damn radar? He’d only been there a week! Sweat poured from his brow.
radar is amazing technology. it is very helpful in locating things. America continues to produce new and unbelievable advances everyday
the boat’s radar picked up a strange object on the horizon. As the ship drew closer to the blip, the captain saw that it was a huge…
trapped by radar. going through my radar. hes so cute i let his through my radar and now im in trouble. I should be mroe protective of myself but i let my radar down because he won me over with his sweet talk. radar is the same as gaurd?
the radar beeped as it rotated. any intelligent life out there? swoosh beep whoosh beep. Nothing. Anywhere. No life, no one. whoosh beep swoosh beep.
A lot of amazing bands under the radar these days, bands and musicians who deserve to be known where musicians who don’t seem to have the same heart behind their lyrics are played constantly on the radio. The bands are tour only local clubs
He won’t see me, won’t look in my direction. I wonder why that is. I wonder if it’s because he’s so perfect and I’m so… not. I guess I’m just below his radar.
Beep.
Beep.
Beep. Beepbeep.
eepbeepbeep. Beepbeepbeepbeep!
BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP! BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP!
boop.
I try to keep under the radar; I try to stay unnoticed. Despite my efforts, he picked me out of the crowd, and if he’d been ugly, I probably would have minded. He’s not, though, and so now I’m his for all time.
I didn’t want to tell you. I thought it would just make you mad.
But you were fine, better even.
Now we wait.
Radar is spelled the same backwards and forwards: RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR RADAR oh my gosh some dude on TV just drank disgusting fish water!!!! GROSSS!!!!!!!! now he threw up :/
He paced back and forth as the radar scanned the ocean’s waters.
El radar de doña juanita estaba descompuesto. No podíamos ver nada de lo que se suponía que tenía que enseñarnos y sospechamos que fue su perro Plutarco el que lo habrá tirado y lo habrá vuelto a acomodar en su lugar, pero cuando lo tiró lo descompuso. Las cosas que mostraba eran más espantagóricas de lo que pensábamos.
Whales and whales and whales and whales abound.
powerful girl didn’t need any radar to pinpoint the cause of of destruction.she only had to follow the trail.it ended in a whisper,an unmoving lump against a giant tree
I can feel the presence behind me. But it’s too late to scream. It’s too late to run. I do not move, I concentrate on stillness on every word in front of me. I don’t turn. I don’t breathe. My eyes are the only things that move. I close them. I sense its proximity. Alarm bells go off in my brain but my muscles do not work.