Somebody to love, somebody to see, somebody to write about. Somebody to Sing a song about. Somebody to kiss. Somebody to hug. Somebody, anybody in the world.
somebody once told me that alll ill ever need in life would be a whistle.
i asked why, but he simply handed me a silver coated, rusty- edged blowing utensil.
ten years on, ive used this whistle countless times. It has saved my life, and today this whistle will change my life forever.
Somebody told me today that they were dead. I didn’t believe them; they were standing there in front of me, tangible. I reached out and touched their sleeve. Red muslin. Smooth. But then I saw their eyes and understood. There is more than one kind of death.
I would like to be somebody than to carry the burden of this name. I would rather be able to float by silently in the background, than to be permanently tied to my family that only maims. Oh, the power and the slavery that comes with a name.
If I could do it, maybe somebody will see me.
If I could speak up, maybe somebody will hear me.
If I could look up, maybe, just maybe, somebody, anybody, will just respond to me
I’m trapped in a dark, empty space,
So if somebody, anybody, could just please respond…
somebody to take your place in this hat-box that you’ve decided to live in
nobody to watch you as you sleep, to rub vix vapour rub on your chill-blanes and cough-stains
anybody, anybody to read a story to you, to save you from the darkness that encompasses your mind
you’re tired
you tried
Somebody that I used to know, not the song, but the person. She’s tall, but she’s not skinny. She’s beautiful. She’s got long hair, and it’s that sexy curly type. She’s got deep brown eyes. I still love her no matter what happens. Even if she doesn’t love me back. Fuck.
someone knocks on the door
someone waits outside, their hands clasped behind their back
someone checks the little window near the door
someone looks out front
someone is about to give up and leave
you reach out and tentatively open the door…
“hi, have you been saved by Jesus Christ?”
someone has had the door slammed in their face
Someone who is important in your life, someone that isn’t just a nobody. This person means so much to you. They have value in your life. Somebody that cares, somebody who loves you, somebody who you cannot replace.
You are somebody, but I am nobody. They will all look at you and see perfection, peace, friendship. But they won’t look at me. Their eyes will pass through my form and continue on to the next person. Don’t worry, you deserve it. You already are somebody, but I will be somebody, soon.
he is there but oh so transcient, made of smoke in the evening light, dim, but you can see him despite being able to see through him. He lives in my nightmares and in all my most beautiful dreams and when I wake I can feel the lack of his presence, cold and hollow behind me.
One has a body, we are body full. I am somebody. My body is full of light. Somebodies are full of pain, agony. My body is full of joy and peace. Somebody may say its enough
Somebody that I love is my best friend Isabelle Winner. She used to live here in Nassau Bahamas and go to school with me. Now, she lives in Toronto and goes to boarding school there. She just came last week Wednesday, and left earlier today. She is funny, pretty, stylish, an amazing singer and actress, and is a very kind person.
sombody is anybody, somone can be somone walking past you on a street or passing you in a car sombody could be the love of your life…your everything. your everything, your world packed into one person.
Somebody told me that Grace told him that Laurie told her that Lexie told her that Kevin told her that Gerald told him that Hillary was kissing Heather. But of course, I didn’t exactly care because I didn’t know either Hillary or Heather, and when I asked this somebody why he even told me, he shrugged.
Who is somebody? I want somebody to find me, somebody to see me, somebody to hear me. We spend so much of our lives searching for somebody, only to discover that we never really needed them after all. The most interesting people are the ones who are their own somebodies, the people who live as they are and are happy on their own. Or at least the people who create their own realities–who define the space surrounding them, rather than letting that space define them.
somebody once told me something, that somebody was going to do something to somebody that not anybody, many somebodys would know about. so i told somebody that he didnt know one somebody from the other somebody and that somebody should come take him to somebody to get checked in the head. you might hurt somebody i told that somebody.
Somebody says you can be anything. Somebody says you can do anything. Somebody usually lies. So. Why do we always trust what somebody says if we can’t even get everything right because of somebody? Because its always somebody always telling you something
You used to be somebody I knew. you used to be somebody i could confide in, somebody i could trust with my deepest secrets and my most ambitious dreams. now youre just another person in this big city, another person i dont really know.. it’s sad, you used to be somebody.
somebody can be anybody in the world. somebody can be a person you haven’t met, or they can be the person you hold closest to your heart. the possibility of knowing somebody is endless, exciting, and entrancing. somebody can be anybody, and anybody can bring anything into your life.
Somebody said I need to do this. Somebody said “don’t do that, do this instead.” Somebody is always trying to tell me what to do so I told somebody to shut up, I will listen to me instead. That’s the right thing to do.
Somebody once told me to only kill with kindness. But the older I get, the more i realize how helpless that makes you. When people do you wrong all you do is sit back and smile. Yet, in my head I’m praying that karma comes back and bites her in the ass. Sometimes I wish I could help it come a little quicker. Because the wrong she does, is unhealthy and abnormal. Treat humanity with respect for you are part of it.
“Sometimes, I think you need somebody to stop you.”
Famos words of Donna Noble, they were. That’s the first thing the Doctor thought of when he thought of her. And she was right; sometimes, he did need someone to stop him.
Somebody once said to me that I was a “somebody.” What does that mean? You are a somebody. We are not somebody, we are individuals with few similarities. I love being and individual!
somebody can be used to describe everyone in the world. everyone is a somebody. it’s a question of what you do with that status of a somebody, and make sure you don’t turn that status into ‘nobody’, as some people do. but even then, this is not irreversible. everyone has the potential to be somebody.
somebody once told me a sad story about a girl named kathy mea.
she was a silly girl who was afraid to play.
she was annoying too so nobody likes her.
but everyone knonws everyone is nobody.
Im so popular and pretty and u luv me to death. Becuz I am the most important person u kno. U think of me evry day and wish it was 2morow so u can see me again. Im blond, blue eyed and super sexy.
Rishav is someone that I love so much. He’s not just “somebody”. He’s so much more than that. He’s someone I love to be around, to talk to, to look at… Whatever. He’s one of my best friends. And I love him soooo much. I think I said that already. Whatever. I do. He’s perfect. I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I can’t imagine how my life would be without him. I’d be empty.
somebody has to love me. of all the seven billion people in this world, there has to be at least one person who i can love and who can love me back. he could be tall, skinny, muscular, athletic, lazy, funny, sweet, goofy, nerdy, hipster, preppy, anything really. all i want is someone who will love me the way i know i can love him.
Somebody to love, somebody to see, somebody to write about. Somebody to Sing a song about. Somebody to kiss. Somebody to hug. Somebody, anybody in the world.
somebody once told me that alll ill ever need in life would be a whistle.
i asked why, but he simply handed me a silver coated, rusty- edged blowing utensil.
ten years on, ive used this whistle countless times. It has saved my life, and today this whistle will change my life forever.
dear me,
somebody is always better than you and mostly because you’re too lazy to try. go do something with your life.
Somebody told me today that they were dead. I didn’t believe them; they were standing there in front of me, tangible. I reached out and touched their sleeve. Red muslin. Smooth. But then I saw their eyes and understood. There is more than one kind of death.
I would like to be somebody than to carry the burden of this name. I would rather be able to float by silently in the background, than to be permanently tied to my family that only maims. Oh, the power and the slavery that comes with a name.
If I could do it, maybe somebody will see me.
If I could speak up, maybe somebody will hear me.
If I could look up, maybe, just maybe, somebody, anybody, will just respond to me
I’m trapped in a dark, empty space,
So if somebody, anybody, could just please respond…
somebody to take your place in this hat-box that you’ve decided to live in
nobody to watch you as you sleep, to rub vix vapour rub on your chill-blanes and cough-stains
anybody, anybody to read a story to you, to save you from the darkness that encompasses your mind
you’re tired
you tried
Somebody that I used to know, not the song, but the person. She’s tall, but she’s not skinny. She’s beautiful. She’s got long hair, and it’s that sexy curly type. She’s got deep brown eyes. I still love her no matter what happens. Even if she doesn’t love me back. Fuck.
someone knocks on the door
someone waits outside, their hands clasped behind their back
someone checks the little window near the door
someone looks out front
someone is about to give up and leave
you reach out and tentatively open the door…
“hi, have you been saved by Jesus Christ?”
someone has had the door slammed in their face
some lucky people have somebody,
somebody who they just g e t.
somebody who g e t s them.
will I get that?
will I be one of the lucky ones?
Someone who is important in your life, someone that isn’t just a nobody. This person means so much to you. They have value in your life. Somebody that cares, somebody who loves you, somebody who you cannot replace.
You are somebody, but I am nobody. They will all look at you and see perfection, peace, friendship. But they won’t look at me. Their eyes will pass through my form and continue on to the next person. Don’t worry, you deserve it. You already are somebody, but I will be somebody, soon.
he is there but oh so transcient, made of smoke in the evening light, dim, but you can see him despite being able to see through him. He lives in my nightmares and in all my most beautiful dreams and when I wake I can feel the lack of his presence, cold and hollow behind me.
One has a body, we are body full. I am somebody. My body is full of light. Somebodies are full of pain, agony. My body is full of joy and peace. Somebody may say its enough
Somebody that I love is my best friend Isabelle Winner. She used to live here in Nassau Bahamas and go to school with me. Now, she lives in Toronto and goes to boarding school there. She just came last week Wednesday, and left earlier today. She is funny, pretty, stylish, an amazing singer and actress, and is a very kind person.
sombody is anybody, somone can be somone walking past you on a street or passing you in a car sombody could be the love of your life…your everything. your everything, your world packed into one person.
Somebody told me that Grace told him that Laurie told her that Lexie told her that Kevin told her that Gerald told him that Hillary was kissing Heather. But of course, I didn’t exactly care because I didn’t know either Hillary or Heather, and when I asked this somebody why he even told me, he shrugged.
“I thought you went out with one of them?”
“Nope. You’re thinking Henry.”
“Henry?”
“Yeah.”
Who is somebody? I want somebody to find me, somebody to see me, somebody to hear me. We spend so much of our lives searching for somebody, only to discover that we never really needed them after all. The most interesting people are the ones who are their own somebodies, the people who live as they are and are happy on their own. Or at least the people who create their own realities–who define the space surrounding them, rather than letting that space define them.
Somebody told me I had the most beautiful curls today on the street. I ran into the nearest lingerie store. Homeless men give me the creeps.
somebody once told me something, that somebody was going to do something to somebody that not anybody, many somebodys would know about. so i told somebody that he didnt know one somebody from the other somebody and that somebody should come take him to somebody to get checked in the head. you might hurt somebody i told that somebody.
Somebody says you can be anything. Somebody says you can do anything. Somebody usually lies. So. Why do we always trust what somebody says if we can’t even get everything right because of somebody? Because its always somebody always telling you something
it was always ‘she’ not you so i guess the lack of direct address suggests his focus was somebody else. but that’s okay. i know my tenses, at least.
You used to be somebody I knew. you used to be somebody i could confide in, somebody i could trust with my deepest secrets and my most ambitious dreams. now youre just another person in this big city, another person i dont really know.. it’s sad, you used to be somebody.
somebody can be anybody in the world. somebody can be a person you haven’t met, or they can be the person you hold closest to your heart. the possibility of knowing somebody is endless, exciting, and entrancing. somebody can be anybody, and anybody can bring anything into your life.
Somebody said I need to do this. Somebody said “don’t do that, do this instead.” Somebody is always trying to tell me what to do so I told somebody to shut up, I will listen to me instead. That’s the right thing to do.
“Sometimes, I just think you need somebody to stop you.”
Famos words of Donna Noble, they were. And she was right; sometimes, he did need somebody to stop him.
Somebody once told me to only kill with kindness. But the older I get, the more i realize how helpless that makes you. When people do you wrong all you do is sit back and smile. Yet, in my head I’m praying that karma comes back and bites her in the ass. Sometimes I wish I could help it come a little quicker. Because the wrong she does, is unhealthy and abnormal. Treat humanity with respect for you are part of it.
“Sometimes, I think you need somebody to stop you.”
Famos words of Donna Noble, they were. That’s the first thing the Doctor thought of when he thought of her. And she was right; sometimes, he did need someone to stop him.
Somebody once said to me that I was a “somebody.” What does that mean? You are a somebody. We are not somebody, we are individuals with few similarities. I love being and individual!
somebody can be used to describe everyone in the world. everyone is a somebody. it’s a question of what you do with that status of a somebody, and make sure you don’t turn that status into ‘nobody’, as some people do. but even then, this is not irreversible. everyone has the potential to be somebody.
when ever i meet somebody i say hi because i am a nice somebody like any other somebody.
somebody had a crisis with a car and died with his friends and father and grandma
somebody once told me a sad story about a girl named kathy mea.
she was a silly girl who was afraid to play.
she was annoying too so nobody likes her.
but everyone knonws everyone is nobody.
i know somebody named SAM i am that doesn’t like ham
Im so popular and pretty and u luv me to death. Becuz I am the most important person u kno. U think of me evry day and wish it was 2morow so u can see me again. Im blond, blue eyed and super sexy.
who is somebody?
is it anybody?
you are a nobody yet you are a sombody…
confusing i know.
people all around me its a nice feeling Its like a party.
Rishav is someone that I love so much. He’s not just “somebody”. He’s so much more than that. He’s someone I love to be around, to talk to, to look at… Whatever. He’s one of my best friends. And I love him soooo much. I think I said that already. Whatever. I do. He’s perfect. I want to be with him for the rest of my life. I can’t imagine how my life would be without him. I’d be empty.
somebody has to love me. of all the seven billion people in this world, there has to be at least one person who i can love and who can love me back. he could be tall, skinny, muscular, athletic, lazy, funny, sweet, goofy, nerdy, hipster, preppy, anything really. all i want is someone who will love me the way i know i can love him.
that shadow.
that short, annoying, pudgy girl
that gross tall boy
that shy ugly girl
that vulnerable tiny fly of a boy
they are somebody too.