Your callous actions
Show your sickly side
That mindless mumbling
Is quite hard to hide
Your getting older
People are seeing why
We avoid your presence
You’re a sad little guy
Brave souls are we,
…willing to open that of which we guard most
and thereby…
agreeing to the exposition of our most fragile of selves,
Extremely vulnerable to the other and now questioning the risk…
both exchange a simultaneously whisper…
An amazing incredible feeling. I stepped on that stage every night. I wondered why i was there, what i was doing. It was simple – i was in love. I was in love with the show.
to illustrate
to tell
to gesture
to express…
…a facade
a presentation
a production
a WORK
a glimpse of truth of self
I AM as ready as i am going to be for this moment. now.
it shows how it is painful for you to talk to me
it shows how you would rather be anywhere else
it shows how its not what it used to be
it shows how I am someone else
Musical theatre. Drenching makeup. Torn costumes. Fake blood. Break a leg. Circle chants. Hair curlers. Best friends. Whether the weather. Magic. Once upon a show.
The circus rolls in every winter and brings the night to life. The air glitters, rife with cotton candy clouds that froth about the roots of the rolling red wheel, the little carriages that go round and round ad infinitum. The air is sweet, smoky. In the fortune teller’s tent there is the smell of incense and danger.
lines on the face
tired engines and languid pop stars
America’s plain tired
where has the eye cream gotten to?
give us a bucket of cream ice and a television
and a spotty memory of yesterday
the day before
because a new show will give us everything
at least a reason not to go outside
shows. show me whatever you want to show me. But i guess i won’t be able to show you who i am. shows shows shows. they sound like shoes if you say it multiple times. shows. shoes. shows. shoes. wooo anyway shows. i like shows. watching shows. shows. cows.
I love watching shows. TV shows to be exact. Just watched Gossip Girl and it was a total cliffhanger. Shows like Gossip Girl and Vampire Diaries really entertain me. I am panicking right now ’cause time is running out. And I can’t really think clearly. Bye.
shows. oh going to shows. drinking some drinks because its happy hour in a corporate establishment because its there and safer than the alternative. dancing sitting dancing closing your eyes listening listening listening never stop listening it truly shows
“This shows you the Universe in all it’s glory! This new telescope will benefit the scientific community by allowing greater visible detail on celestial objects.”
Not real, incredible artificial, but we like it, beautiful people, actions, also being with someone, nature, beautiful mountains, lakes, wood, peaceful, will to go there, need of calming down, achieving high dreams and secrets.
I went to see a show once, a circus. The lions looked thin and sick, but nobody said anything. Afterwards, my father offered to buy me some ice-cream but I said no. I didn’t feel hungry.
i’m not even thinking about what to type about because it shows through my actions. it doesn’t have to make sense as long as you know what it means. show yourself that you’re worth more than what other people think. know that you are worth something, and that you’re wanted.
I was getting tired of all the shows that was being promoted, since the last one was a flop. We have gotten accustom to the wash down display of the same cast, that occurred over the last two weeks, as the promoters tried desperately to recoup their money.
Katerina’s shows were always the most magnificent ones. The ones the audience adored.
“Well, not anymore.” Vanya smiled as the curtains rose once again and the crowds continued clapping and cheering for Marie.
shows, going to the movies, show and tell when I was younger always wanting to bring something exotic to the classroom.
Shows, now its an old fashioned way of saying going to the movies, or people that watch their “shows” … I don’t watch television, so I don’t have a show. My sister has shows.
Show me what you really mean. Action. Actions speak louder than words. Show me.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be an actress. I loved the feeling of being on stage. Since then I have been in many shows. Some including Into the Woods, All Shook Up, and All In The Timing.
Magic, brilliant magic. Something cloys in the air and it last beyond that enormous tent-it shapes you for that night. You can’t describe something like this to a point, but everyone’s felt it, at those magic events with those magic people
it shows what i know i show you what i see the thing is i see a show just a show and nothing more but a show a facade it shows what i know i don’t know much except this show is my world and i don’t watch any other show but the one i know and it shows i know i know it’s just a show
It shows, always, no matter how much you try to hide it, it S-H-O-W-S and it grows bigger everyday its hulking heaving mass dragging you down down down consuming all you are and ever will be. It shows.
I like shows. Some shows i LIKE ARE NIPPLES, NIPPLES AND NIPPLES THE COLOR GREY IS NICE MAN I LIKE IT I LIKE NIPPLES I SAID THAT ALREADY BUT I DONT GEIVE A POOP. sO IM ON STUMBLK UPON AND AJDAO LIEKSE AKLRKLAEYEAH LAY SS S SSS I LIKE CHICKEN YUM CHIKCEN I LIKE BLACK PEOPLE SOMETIMES I SEE BLACK PEOPLE ON SHOWS.LOL YAH SHOWS.
Caring shows love. Hatred shows a spoiled heart. Love shows a go heart. Show u individuality. Don’t worry about what other ppl think. Ur actions show what ur really thinking. If u base ur actions on way thee ppl think then it shows u don’t love ur self. U can’t expect someone else to love u if u don’t love ur self. Loving ur self show u can love others u can’t do anythig for ur self until u can do it 4 u. U can’t worry about making others happy bcz at the en of the day ur the only one who has o live with it
Shows is a verb for singular nouns.
Many times I have wanted to watch shows for entertainment.
Shows makes me think of reveals, giving something off, making sure someone else sees something you have.
I think of watching TV shows with Cerie. Watching her smile and laugh as the characters crack jokes. I see her happiness in her eyes, even if only for a brief second. Then she is brought back down into her ocean of pain, taking me with her. She is my light.
“The show must go on!” they exclaim, as if it would be a terrible tragedy if everyone had to go home. Show after show we watch each other, waiting and preying on each other’s every move. We all patiently act out our scenes waiting for someone to fuck up, make a mistake, or a tiny error. Shows! Shows! Shows! We all have a role to play and if that role is not played correctly the act is ruined. What act? An act that incorrectly depicts the person that you truly are. Who are you? Can you tell me in one sentence who you are with and without all the simplicity. Everyone around you is walking with their own goals, their own dreams, their own paths, but most importantly their own fears, secrets, and nightmares. Yet, the show must go on. It is absolutely, undeniably, life threateningly urgent that the show carry on. Are all of your lines written or do you simply improvise? You genius, bravo! Encore!
I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have but two hours to even find each other once more.
I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have two hours to wait.
Dead petals for the phone booth phase
I watched through the voyeur’s window as I sipped my tea
Alternate, little darlings
You play hot
You play cold
Lukewarm is how I feel about your flower-plucking show
Call it inching towards entropy, slow, slow eventualities
This is the play by play when the script holds no hope
When there’s no possession of skill creative enough to deviate
And so these little lines repeat
Little rituals, they: repeat, repeat, repeat
the thing about shows is that they’re always the same. different characters and setting, sure. but the plot is always the same. it never changes. much like life. we are the same.
shows, there are different meanings. one meaning is like plays of movies, another is when you show something like “here I want to show you something”
Your callous actions
Show your sickly side
That mindless mumbling
Is quite hard to hide
Your getting older
People are seeing why
We avoid your presence
You’re a sad little guy
“Shows me yours and I’ll show you mine!”
Brave souls are we,
…willing to open that of which we guard most
and thereby…
agreeing to the exposition of our most fragile of selves,
Extremely vulnerable to the other and now questioning the risk…
both exchange a simultaneously whisper…
“Can I trust that you won’t hurt me?”
An amazing incredible feeling. I stepped on that stage every night. I wondered why i was there, what i was doing. It was simple – i was in love. I was in love with the show.
to illustrate
to tell
to gesture
to express…
…a facade
a presentation
a production
a WORK
a glimpse of truth of self
I AM as ready as i am going to be for this moment. now.
it shows how it is painful for you to talk to me
it shows how you would rather be anywhere else
it shows how its not what it used to be
it shows how I am someone else
One World,
I’m so lonely to facing all of this,
but,
the hope still ,
I love the people which love me too,
and i love this world.
:)
Musical theatre. Drenching makeup. Torn costumes. Fake blood. Break a leg. Circle chants. Hair curlers. Best friends. Whether the weather. Magic. Once upon a show.
The circus rolls in every winter and brings the night to life. The air glitters, rife with cotton candy clouds that froth about the roots of the rolling red wheel, the little carriages that go round and round ad infinitum. The air is sweet, smoky. In the fortune teller’s tent there is the smell of incense and danger.
lines on the face
tired engines and languid pop stars
America’s plain tired
where has the eye cream gotten to?
give us a bucket of cream ice and a television
and a spotty memory of yesterday
the day before
because a new show will give us everything
at least a reason not to go outside
for then all will know what it shows.
I’ll take you to shows. Musicals. Songs. Laughs. Spectacle. This shows you what a bit of life could be like, with me.
It shows.
In the way he looks at me when I say something particularly funny.
How the corners of his eyes crinkle and his mouth widens.
It shows.
When his eyes darken and fists clench.
After the bad words slip from my lips
It shows. That we feel. That we’re human.
It shows.
My love shows… For you always my love will show. Never will I hide my love from you or take my love from you.
shows. show me whatever you want to show me. But i guess i won’t be able to show you who i am. shows shows shows. they sound like shoes if you say it multiple times. shows. shoes. shows. shoes. wooo anyway shows. i like shows. watching shows. shows. cows.
I love watching shows. TV shows to be exact. Just watched Gossip Girl and it was a total cliffhanger. Shows like Gossip Girl and Vampire Diaries really entertain me. I am panicking right now ’cause time is running out. And I can’t really think clearly. Bye.
shows. oh going to shows. drinking some drinks because its happy hour in a corporate establishment because its there and safer than the alternative. dancing sitting dancing closing your eyes listening listening listening never stop listening it truly shows
“This shows you the Universe in all it’s glory! This new telescope will benefit the scientific community by allowing greater visible detail on celestial objects.”
Not real, incredible artificial, but we like it, beautiful people, actions, also being with someone, nature, beautiful mountains, lakes, wood, peaceful, will to go there, need of calming down, achieving high dreams and secrets.
I went to see a show once, a circus. The lions looked thin and sick, but nobody said anything. Afterwards, my father offered to buy me some ice-cream but I said no. I didn’t feel hungry.
whatever you can do to prove your self even if it came to be a ego person , also being in shape its cool to do your shows .. eshta
i’m not even thinking about what to type about because it shows through my actions. it doesn’t have to make sense as long as you know what it means. show yourself that you’re worth more than what other people think. know that you are worth something, and that you’re wanted.
I was getting tired of all the shows that was being promoted, since the last one was a flop. We have gotten accustom to the wash down display of the same cast, that occurred over the last two weeks, as the promoters tried desperately to recoup their money.
Katerina’s shows were always the most magnificent ones. The ones the audience adored.
“Well, not anymore.” Vanya smiled as the curtains rose once again and the crowds continued clapping and cheering for Marie.
shows, going to the movies, show and tell when I was younger always wanting to bring something exotic to the classroom.
Shows, now its an old fashioned way of saying going to the movies, or people that watch their “shows” … I don’t watch television, so I don’t have a show. My sister has shows.
Show me what you really mean. Action. Actions speak louder than words. Show me.
When I was a little girl I wanted to be an actress. I loved the feeling of being on stage. Since then I have been in many shows. Some including Into the Woods, All Shook Up, and All In The Timing.
Magic, brilliant magic. Something cloys in the air and it last beyond that enormous tent-it shapes you for that night. You can’t describe something like this to a point, but everyone’s felt it, at those magic events with those magic people
it shows what i know i show you what i see the thing is i see a show just a show and nothing more but a show a facade it shows what i know i don’t know much except this show is my world and i don’t watch any other show but the one i know and it shows i know i know it’s just a show
It shows, always, no matter how much you try to hide it, it S-H-O-W-S and it grows bigger everyday its hulking heaving mass dragging you down down down consuming all you are and ever will be. It shows.
I like shows. Some shows i LIKE ARE NIPPLES, NIPPLES AND NIPPLES THE COLOR GREY IS NICE MAN I LIKE IT I LIKE NIPPLES I SAID THAT ALREADY BUT I DONT GEIVE A POOP. sO IM ON STUMBLK UPON AND AJDAO LIEKSE AKLRKLAEYEAH LAY SS S SSS I LIKE CHICKEN YUM CHIKCEN I LIKE BLACK PEOPLE SOMETIMES I SEE BLACK PEOPLE ON SHOWS.LOL YAH SHOWS.
Caring shows love. Hatred shows a spoiled heart. Love shows a go heart. Show u individuality. Don’t worry about what other ppl think. Ur actions show what ur really thinking. If u base ur actions on way thee ppl think then it shows u don’t love ur self. U can’t expect someone else to love u if u don’t love ur self. Loving ur self show u can love others u can’t do anythig for ur self until u can do it 4 u. U can’t worry about making others happy bcz at the en of the day ur the only one who has o live with it
Shows is a verb for singular nouns.
Many times I have wanted to watch shows for entertainment.
Shows makes me think of reveals, giving something off, making sure someone else sees something you have.
I think of watching TV shows with Cerie. Watching her smile and laugh as the characters crack jokes. I see her happiness in her eyes, even if only for a brief second. Then she is brought back down into her ocean of pain, taking me with her. She is my light.
I think of watching TV with Cera. Probably a horror movie… we both laugh as the people have their heads chopped off. I miss her. Suicide… it hurts.
“The show must go on!” they exclaim, as if it would be a terrible tragedy if everyone had to go home. Show after show we watch each other, waiting and preying on each other’s every move. We all patiently act out our scenes waiting for someone to fuck up, make a mistake, or a tiny error. Shows! Shows! Shows! We all have a role to play and if that role is not played correctly the act is ruined. What act? An act that incorrectly depicts the person that you truly are. Who are you? Can you tell me in one sentence who you are with and without all the simplicity. Everyone around you is walking with their own goals, their own dreams, their own paths, but most importantly their own fears, secrets, and nightmares. Yet, the show must go on. It is absolutely, undeniably, life threateningly urgent that the show carry on. Are all of your lines written or do you simply improvise? You genius, bravo! Encore!
The shows on Broadway can be some of the best, Cats, Phantom of the Opera, and Les Miserables, to name a few.
I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have but two hours to even find each other once more.
I glance past the rows in the theatre, minutes before the show will begin. And then, as if by magic, our eyes meet. Oh, sweet destiny! Lost in one another’s eyes, but too afraid to walk toward one another. Then the lights dim… we have two hours to wait.
Dead petals for the phone booth phase
I watched through the voyeur’s window as I sipped my tea
Alternate, little darlings
You play hot
You play cold
Lukewarm is how I feel about your flower-plucking show
Call it inching towards entropy, slow, slow eventualities
This is the play by play when the script holds no hope
When there’s no possession of skill creative enough to deviate
And so these little lines repeat
Little rituals, they: repeat, repeat, repeat
the thing about shows is that they’re always the same. different characters and setting, sure. but the plot is always the same. it never changes. much like life. we are the same.
It just goes to show
I’m so far now out of control
spiraling all wild and slow
consumed into a poison glow
reaping always what I sow