I want to go somewhere
I also want to shoot something
(not a person per se
but something)
I also want to fly
I also want to feel better
I don’t know what else I want,
so I guess I want to know that too
i wanted you at the beginning of summer and as time went on i thought i wanted you more, and the guilt got heavier, and suddenly i found myself caught between you and a sister, and i just couldn’t choose. now i know better and you’re not worth it and i was naive and stupid.
now i want to fix things between another sister but we’re so broken and she refuses to see it. now i just want a solution.
I want everything–everything sweet and clear and simple. I want the moon on a breezy night. I want the sun sweating down from a crystal sky. I want orange blossoms.
Wanting is a dangerous thing. It means you emote. It means you are without. It means you are out to gain something that there may be a reason for not having currently. It also motivates us. If we never wanted… where would we be? If I never had a desire, a need? But what about a want versus a need?
What do I want?
I don’t know.
There are lots of things that I want,
but all of them conflict with each other.
Whirling and twirling around my head
until everything loses meaning.
I could never have everything I want.
“the . . . it was the wanting,” jonas said, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. “i just wanted her to undress and get into the tub so i could . . . wash her.”
his mother smiled. “don’t worry, jonas. you’ve just experienced your first stirrings.”
I don’t want to want all the time. To want is greed. To un-want is ungrateful. What do they want from me when all I have is my thoughts, the thoughts I want to share with them. They can’t want my thoughts, my thoughts aren’t wanted by anyone except me.
Everyone wants to be happy. Everyone wants to be smiled at by some mystical stranger on a passing bus, falling in love momentarily as you walk to work. Everyone wants a friend they can talk to as if to themselves.
Is it want or need?
The need to want.
The most usually and most evil thing in the world is want. We want what we can’t have. We want more. But we never really stop wanting until we have everything. And once we do have everything, we wish there was more to be had.
There are many things I want in life, but one stands out above the rest. That sore thumb is the desire of fame. It calls to me at night, It squeezes my soul while i’m walking, it tells me to get my ass up off the couch when i’m too lazy to do anything else.
I want to have a pony in my back yard. It would be absolutely wonderful. It would prance and dance and sing a lullaby. I am a terrible speller. I would want this magical pony to teach me how to spell correctly. Goodbye. I wish I had more time to write.
I want it all. I want everything. But most of all I want you. I want you to come back and be with me. Not like how we were, but how we could be. I want you to want me back. I need you to love me. Please. I want it all.
I want him. All of him. His heart. His mind. His soul. I want him to want me. He’s everything I want, can’t I be everything he wants? Want. Crave. Need. It’s all the same with him. He’s my definition to the word want. I couldn’t think of anything I want more. Is wanting selfish? Probably. But I still want.
all i want for christmas is my two front teeth, that and some gums to go along with it because we both know that teeth are no good without gums. its like a builing without foundations, shifting sands like fingers falling through finger as two lovers hold hands. an inexexcutable want for a new way of thinking, of drinking, and smoking also. all i want is to make a certain sense of all that is changing and moving around me without the distractions taking over.
Need, longing, but not longing in a sense that it matters. longing in a sense that it is the only thing that will make you whole in this materialistic world that some call modern society. Want is master, want is king, and if you don’t satisfy every want, then you are somehow depriving yourself. Want is now, want is modern life.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly as some since of closure from that first taste of companionship. I suppose this torn and weather letter covered in semen will have to suffice.
Want.
Simple, What I want is you. But, you have no idea.
Well, you might… But I know you wont do anything about it.
Unfortunately I wont either.
…
But that’s just how it is.
-sigh-
I want so many things out of this life I’m given. I want to win the lottery, not just for me but for others also. But how do you expect to be respected when all you do in life is want.
Everyone wants things. We want thing we don’t need. We want thing we like. We want things that others want. We want to be happy, excited, loved, cared for. We want to be free. I WANT TO BE FREE. Los Angeles has kept me captive my whole life.
You’re all I want. The flame that keeps me warm, brightens. The song that makes me want to sing along. You keep me stable, to hold the horses. Help me see things clearly. And I’m scared. Terrified of what could happen. You don’t always get what you want.
She had never wanted anything so much in her life. Her lips tingled for it, her stomach cramped, and her heart pounded. With smoldering eyes she stared into those brown depth and resisted temptation for one second. Two seconds. Three.
She gave in. With a moan, she parted her lips and ate the chocolate rabbit.
All he wanted was a little time. Time to run. To to look back. Time to think. Time to apologize. But she was confused, betrayed, misunderstanding, and humiliated. So she walked away.
It burns so badly inside of him. The sights, smells, sounds of being an actual normal size overwhelm him and he curls up in on himself. Being equal is a far off dream to him, and all he desires is to be flesh and blood, a want that burns so so so fiercely inside his hollowed glass chest.
want. to want is different than to need. many people do not realize this throughout their entire lives. i did not understand it. i didnt understand much until today. i knew that today my life, my views, and my beliefs would be altered from now on. i now knew the difference of want and need. i never really had a use for need up until now. i had always supplemented need for want. although i did believe that i did need that certain thing, i knew now i did not. my life had changed, for the better or for the worse.
Oh shit this just made me think of a One Direction song.
I mean.
One Direction?
What’s that?
Sometimes the things you want don’t really make themselves apparent. And I’m not talking, like, the cool new tech you wanted to outfit your car with or that really sick decal you saw last week. Things like that, you see ’em and the desire is instantaneous. But with the other things, with the IMPORTANT things, you sometimes don’t get the picture right away, because it comes on so slowly that you don’t even notice you’re pining until it’s way too late to turn back. Until something HAPPENS and you’re forced to realize just how far gone you are.
I haven’t gotten around to asking Chuck if that’s how it was for him. I just know that that’s how it was for me.
Want is not need. its a fine line. want is when you feel the urge to buy something. so powerful that it overrides the need (most of the time). want is always there, chewing at your need and your pocketbook.
I want to have a boyfriend that will love me. I want a boyfriend that will make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I want a boyfriend that will sing with and too me and smoke nice fat blunts with me and talk, talk about the world and talk about shit that will make me feel close to him. I want a boyfriend that will be my bestfriend. I want a boyfriend that I will have fun with and laugh with everyday. Is that to much to ask? Ok.
I want a big house. I want lots of money. I want a new car. I want the all the bills paid. I want, I want, I want. What do you want? That is a question never asked.
He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything else. He craved it. He longed for it. And as he sat there in the pouring rain on a chilly night, shivering as the drops pelted his bare skin, he realized how good he used to have it. A warm bed in a cozy house. Clothes that fit comfortably. Warm food and clean water. People that loved him. But now? Well, now he sat on a curb in the rain. Alone. Wearing clothes that were tattered and torn, sporting shoes that were much too small, listening to his stomach rumble. He didn’t just want a family. He NEEDED a family.
I’ve never wanted something more than to live forever. Death truly scares me, and probably will scare me for the rest of my extremely short life. How can older people even accept the fact that they’ll be gone soon? Doesn’t it scare anyone else besides me? I don’t know what will happen after this life, but I hope it’s good.
Our hands our intertwined and held high above our heads, shimmering in the golden sun. Our fingers twist and twirl in unison, the light dancing around them, just like my pounding heart.
I sigh and take in the peaceful moment before it is swept away in the warm breeze. Alone with him in this colorful meadow of daisies, tulips, and bold wild flowers. Not a care in the world, not a seed of doubt about my future because he’s right here next to me.
This is what I want, no what I NEED. I need the boy next to me who comforts me when I’m sad, picks me up when I’m down, tells me I’m beautiful everyday without any insincerity. The one who now spins my hand, and hums some unknown tune with the most relaxed look I’ve ever seen him wear.
It’s because we’re alone. There’s no one here to put pressure on him, like everyone does. Or to watch him, except for me.
No expectations his rich father demands him to live up to, no one to tell him what to do, how to act, what to want. He’s absolutely free, and when I’m with him, so am I.
I want you, he whispered into my ear. He was hot, heavy, on top of me, an illicit lover in my bed. His hair was light against my husband’s pillow.
I pulled him closer and kissed him. Words were useless now.
desire of yearning passion
holding temptation at an arms length
why do you contemplate the truth
when all you have is strength
you see what you have
i hear what you say
they know what i feel
i want it this way
want love, friends, freedom, hope and passion. i want someone i can trust, and someone who will wonder where i am when im not with them. want is also selfish and unwanted in a person.
I want to go somewhere
I also want to shoot something
(not a person per se
but something)
I also want to fly
I also want to feel better
I don’t know what else I want,
so I guess I want to know that too
i wanted you at the beginning of summer and as time went on i thought i wanted you more, and the guilt got heavier, and suddenly i found myself caught between you and a sister, and i just couldn’t choose. now i know better and you’re not worth it and i was naive and stupid.
now i want to fix things between another sister but we’re so broken and she refuses to see it. now i just want a solution.
I want everything–everything sweet and clear and simple. I want the moon on a breezy night. I want the sun sweating down from a crystal sky. I want orange blossoms.
Wanting is a dangerous thing. It means you emote. It means you are without. It means you are out to gain something that there may be a reason for not having currently. It also motivates us. If we never wanted… where would we be? If I never had a desire, a need? But what about a want versus a need?
What do I want?
I don’t know.
There are lots of things that I want,
but all of them conflict with each other.
Whirling and twirling around my head
until everything loses meaning.
I could never have everything I want.
“the . . . it was the wanting,” jonas said, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. “i just wanted her to undress and get into the tub so i could . . . wash her.”
his mother smiled. “don’t worry, jonas. you’ve just experienced your first stirrings.”
I don’t want to want all the time. To want is greed. To un-want is ungrateful. What do they want from me when all I have is my thoughts, the thoughts I want to share with them. They can’t want my thoughts, my thoughts aren’t wanted by anyone except me.
Everyone wants to be happy. Everyone wants to be smiled at by some mystical stranger on a passing bus, falling in love momentarily as you walk to work. Everyone wants a friend they can talk to as if to themselves.
Is it want or need?
The need to want.
The most usually and most evil thing in the world is want. We want what we can’t have. We want more. But we never really stop wanting until we have everything. And once we do have everything, we wish there was more to be had.
There are many things I want in life, but one stands out above the rest. That sore thumb is the desire of fame. It calls to me at night, It squeezes my soul while i’m walking, it tells me to get my ass up off the couch when i’m too lazy to do anything else.
I want many things. But things do not matter, people do. I want. I want. I want. What about needs? Whatever happened to them? That is what matters.
I want to have a pony in my back yard. It would be absolutely wonderful. It would prance and dance and sing a lullaby. I am a terrible speller. I would want this magical pony to teach me how to spell correctly. Goodbye. I wish I had more time to write.
I want it all. I want everything. But most of all I want you. I want you to come back and be with me. Not like how we were, but how we could be. I want you to want me back. I need you to love me. Please. I want it all.
I want him. All of him. His heart. His mind. His soul. I want him to want me. He’s everything I want, can’t I be everything he wants? Want. Crave. Need. It’s all the same with him. He’s my definition to the word want. I couldn’t think of anything I want more. Is wanting selfish? Probably. But I still want.
all i want for christmas is my two front teeth, that and some gums to go along with it because we both know that teeth are no good without gums. its like a builing without foundations, shifting sands like fingers falling through finger as two lovers hold hands. an inexexcutable want for a new way of thinking, of drinking, and smoking also. all i want is to make a certain sense of all that is changing and moving around me without the distractions taking over.
Need, longing, but not longing in a sense that it matters. longing in a sense that it is the only thing that will make you whole in this materialistic world that some call modern society. Want is master, want is king, and if you don’t satisfy every want, then you are somehow depriving yourself. Want is now, want is modern life.
I’ve never wanted anything so badly as some since of closure from that first taste of companionship. I suppose this torn and weather letter covered in semen will have to suffice.
Want.
Simple, What I want is you. But, you have no idea.
Well, you might… But I know you wont do anything about it.
Unfortunately I wont either.
…
But that’s just how it is.
-sigh-
I want you want he she we want. But what do we really need in life? Thats what we should worry about.
I want a new word because I already did this 1. So please give me a new word because I would like 1. Please pretty please. Thankyou.
I want to go to London because of reasons. Those reasons are hogwarts. Or I want to go to liverpool because beatles. And more beatles.
I want so many things out of this life I’m given. I want to win the lottery, not just for me but for others also. But how do you expect to be respected when all you do in life is want.
Everyone wants things. We want thing we don’t need. We want thing we like. We want things that others want. We want to be happy, excited, loved, cared for. We want to be free. I WANT TO BE FREE. Los Angeles has kept me captive my whole life.
You’re all I want. The flame that keeps me warm, brightens. The song that makes me want to sing along. You keep me stable, to hold the horses. Help me see things clearly. And I’m scared. Terrified of what could happen. You don’t always get what you want.
She had never wanted anything so much in her life. Her lips tingled for it, her stomach cramped, and her heart pounded. With smoldering eyes she stared into those brown depth and resisted temptation for one second. Two seconds. Three.
She gave in. With a moan, she parted her lips and ate the chocolate rabbit.
I want to go to the Bahamas. I want to win the lottery. I want so many things out of life. But thats just the thing. Why want when we don’t need?
greed need things possesions obsession materials wealth hunger privilege
All he wanted was a little time. Time to run. To to look back. Time to think. Time to apologize. But she was confused, betrayed, misunderstanding, and humiliated. So she walked away.
It burns so badly inside of him. The sights, smells, sounds of being an actual normal size overwhelm him and he curls up in on himself. Being equal is a far off dream to him, and all he desires is to be flesh and blood, a want that burns so so so fiercely inside his hollowed glass chest.
want. to want is different than to need. many people do not realize this throughout their entire lives. i did not understand it. i didnt understand much until today. i knew that today my life, my views, and my beliefs would be altered from now on. i now knew the difference of want and need. i never really had a use for need up until now. i had always supplemented need for want. although i did believe that i did need that certain thing, i knew now i did not. my life had changed, for the better or for the worse.
Oh shit this just made me think of a One Direction song.
I mean.
One Direction?
What’s that?
Sometimes the things you want don’t really make themselves apparent. And I’m not talking, like, the cool new tech you wanted to outfit your car with or that really sick decal you saw last week. Things like that, you see ’em and the desire is instantaneous. But with the other things, with the IMPORTANT things, you sometimes don’t get the picture right away, because it comes on so slowly that you don’t even notice you’re pining until it’s way too late to turn back. Until something HAPPENS and you’re forced to realize just how far gone you are.
I haven’t gotten around to asking Chuck if that’s how it was for him. I just know that that’s how it was for me.
Want is not need. its a fine line. want is when you feel the urge to buy something. so powerful that it overrides the need (most of the time). want is always there, chewing at your need and your pocketbook.
I want to have a boyfriend that will love me. I want a boyfriend that will make me feel like the most beautiful girl in the world. I want a boyfriend that will sing with and too me and smoke nice fat blunts with me and talk, talk about the world and talk about shit that will make me feel close to him. I want a boyfriend that will be my bestfriend. I want a boyfriend that I will have fun with and laugh with everyday. Is that to much to ask? Ok.
I want a big house. I want lots of money. I want a new car. I want the all the bills paid. I want, I want, I want. What do you want? That is a question never asked.
He wanted it more than he had ever wanted anything else. He craved it. He longed for it. And as he sat there in the pouring rain on a chilly night, shivering as the drops pelted his bare skin, he realized how good he used to have it. A warm bed in a cozy house. Clothes that fit comfortably. Warm food and clean water. People that loved him. But now? Well, now he sat on a curb in the rain. Alone. Wearing clothes that were tattered and torn, sporting shoes that were much too small, listening to his stomach rumble. He didn’t just want a family. He NEEDED a family.
I’ve never wanted something more than to live forever. Death truly scares me, and probably will scare me for the rest of my extremely short life. How can older people even accept the fact that they’ll be gone soon? Doesn’t it scare anyone else besides me? I don’t know what will happen after this life, but I hope it’s good.
She was a cheap date, just like I wanted. All she cost me was my heart.
Our hands our intertwined and held high above our heads, shimmering in the golden sun. Our fingers twist and twirl in unison, the light dancing around them, just like my pounding heart.
I sigh and take in the peaceful moment before it is swept away in the warm breeze. Alone with him in this colorful meadow of daisies, tulips, and bold wild flowers. Not a care in the world, not a seed of doubt about my future because he’s right here next to me.
This is what I want, no what I NEED. I need the boy next to me who comforts me when I’m sad, picks me up when I’m down, tells me I’m beautiful everyday without any insincerity. The one who now spins my hand, and hums some unknown tune with the most relaxed look I’ve ever seen him wear.
It’s because we’re alone. There’s no one here to put pressure on him, like everyone does. Or to watch him, except for me.
No expectations his rich father demands him to live up to, no one to tell him what to do, how to act, what to want. He’s absolutely free, and when I’m with him, so am I.
I want you, he whispered into my ear. He was hot, heavy, on top of me, an illicit lover in my bed. His hair was light against my husband’s pillow.
I pulled him closer and kissed him. Words were useless now.
desire of yearning passion
holding temptation at an arms length
why do you contemplate the truth
when all you have is strength
you see what you have
i hear what you say
they know what i feel
i want it this way
want love, friends, freedom, hope and passion. i want someone i can trust, and someone who will wonder where i am when im not with them. want is also selfish and unwanted in a person.