I’ve always wanted to be good at something. The best at something. I’ve always wanted to make my childhood self proud. I’ve always wanted to make other people’s lives better. I’ve always wanted to be me, but the best.
I wanted to be loved i guess. affection was something that was foreign to me as a child, but when i saw tiny screened, beautiful people, well i wanted that. that lip locked passion made me want something. something tangible. i felt that beauty, and that reality. It was a deep longing. i still long for it. gimmie gimmie.
I wanted to let you know. wanted to let you go. There was so much I wanted from you. Wanted to know about you. But we all wanted something. Would I like me if i weren’t me. I wanted to know. we all did. but you wanted to leave it all behind.
I like to feel wanted. I think most people do. But it’s a paradox of the human psyche I guess that we often don’t. I mean, we all kind of know we’re wanted by SOMEone, but deep down…..deep down we feel we’re all alone.
I don’t know what the hell he wants. He’s asking for something I don’t know. It’s intangible, invisible. What kind of assurance does he need anyway? Argh. I’m not a magician or a psychic, you know?
I don’t feel wanted. I feel unwanted, actually. There is nothing more I want than to be wanted. What do you want? Do you want to want me? I want you to want to want me. I want you to want me to want you to want me. I want you to want me every day for the rest of our lives and the rest of eternity. I want you more than I want you to want me, I think. Does that make sense? Do you want me to continue? Do you want me to keep talking? I am not wanted. I want to be wanted. I keep going. I just want it. I want this. I want you.
I walked down the street looking for my hat. It was my favorite hat. When I was eight years old I saw it in this old run down thrift store when I went in with my older brother and I begged him for it. He just rolled his eyes and ignored me but every time we went back I asked him for it.
i have wanted a lot in my life. sometimes i say i want something, and promise if i get that one thing then i’ll never want anything ever again. i don’t know how many times i’ve done this. i want something more than ever right now. again
I always feel wanted. To be wanted is everything. I want to be wanted, want the right person to want me. I want what others want, only I want it more. Is wanting too much a waste of want? I want to know…
I always wanted a game. A game that was unlike other games. The story was great, the voice acting was fabulous as well. Games are getting close but they are not the “perfect game” I may never get this game but I can get ones close to it.
a lot of stuff is wanted. love is want. material things are wanted. fame is wanted. we go our life we got about wanting stuff. trying to achieve our goals to get this stuff we want. but when we have it, when does stuff just become wanted?
We wanted it all. We wanted each other, but most of all we wanted what was right in front of us. The very inescapable need for life. For want. Not need, which is so commonplace. Everyone needs. We need to live. To eat. To sleep. But we want the impossible. We wanted each other. And we won.
if i was wanted by someone, i would know it, but i’m not, I will therefore walk these streets endlessly, until i stop somehow, maybe dying, and maybe i will see there something new…who knows, not me, but there must be an end, there is always an end, to everything… and I want to see how far i can go before the end…
I want to feel wanted. I like to feel wanted. Feeling wanted lets me know that I have some purpose in this world, if only to one person. If I am wanted by many, then that is success.
That’s how he makes me feel. Wanted. As if there is no one else, as if everything else falls away. Wanted. Such a powerful word, enough to make you quake with excitement and flush with embarrassment. It’s enough to get a reaction out of anyone. It’s a strong passionate word, and it’s the way he makes me feel.
police! you’re under arrest!
why ? what have i done ?
you killed the lady
but i just wanted to paint her with blue!
that’s ok.. you are in big trouble boy
wanted as I am, wandering anywhere my feet can lead me, i have no time to rest, always on the rush, trying to figure out what my being was created for. From where I go, they say, people just should pray and wait for absolution, but I just want to see the world, and find a meaning for my life, why????? fuck knows what, i daresay
The horse’s hooves thundered as it galloped out of town with quick draw Sam firmly on its back. Gun shots whistle over his head and he kept low to avoid being hit. The money in his saddle bags added extra weight and slowed his retreat a little. He knew now that he would be a wanted man.
I wanted to do this earlier, but I froze when I first loaded the word. I decided that coming back to it was going to have to be OK. I wanted to be perfect, which is stupid. How can you be perfect in 60 seconds of responding to a random word?
In the end all she ever wanted was a little space. A place in her heart where she could love and be loved. In the end if she knew that what she wanted wouldn’t be so easy to get, would she still have wanted it? Of course. The wanted are sometimes haunted but they are never daunted by what they love. Wanted, just a little space to call her very own.
for once i feel i’m wanted, too.
desires reflect from a pool
in which our minds are wrapped
around the same ever-morphing idea,
one always centered around the beauty of us.
i want to feel wanted by others….i want others to see and realize they want and need me…i want to be wanted and needed…and more importantly… loved <3
by crCankfgkfgCamille anberri2014 somCehwere don't have one on 03.18.2011
I always wanted to be a butterfly
and glide through the air
wind in my wings
I always wanted to be a smile
and shine like the sun
beautiful face
I always wanted…
happiness
I wanted that scotch soda so badly. It was the weirdest feeling ever, just standing there waiting for someone to buy me that drink. I just wanted to pour that thing all over me. I love sprite.
I wanted more out of life than simply going to mars to colonize. I wanted to travel outside the solar system, but no, the career guidance3 director claimed that my profile indicates I am not suited to travel out of the solar system, too high of a boredom factor, too low on slef sufficiency. SO what, I said, so what if i need an ever renewing supply of books to read, so what is I need to be around people sometimes. I think it’s skewed to have all but one crew member in hypersleep during long space voyages, why not 2 people awake to keep each other company? Why not personality profile them to make sure they are supremely compatible on the congress compatibility scale?? Hmm?? Why not, but the career director showed me the transport tube, shoved me in it and pressed my room number into it, preventing me from having the last word. S0 here I am stuck on Mars, growing marijuana plants for the med clinic.
He fled as fast and as far as his legs would take him. His pursuers would hound him until they reached Hell itself. He knew not why they chased them him so, he only knew he would always be wanted.
i miss the feeling of being wanted.
i want to feel it again.
not in a sexual way.
a real way
for all things, love and friendship
company and physical touch.
but only from one person do i miss
I want to be wanted. I want to have someone who will do anything for me, who’ll stand out in the rain by my door for half an hour, waiting for me to come out after a fight. Silly? Yes. But everyone has a right to dream.
The sheriff sits outside
in the old rocking chair
that is faded and splintering
and his hat rests
ever so gently
on his depilated head.
His eyes are immune
to the dust storms
and the sun no longer
sears into his corneas.
I am wanted.
I’ve always wanted to be good at something. The best at something. I’ve always wanted to make my childhood self proud. I’ve always wanted to make other people’s lives better. I’ve always wanted to be me, but the best.
I wanted to be loved i guess. affection was something that was foreign to me as a child, but when i saw tiny screened, beautiful people, well i wanted that. that lip locked passion made me want something. something tangible. i felt that beauty, and that reality. It was a deep longing. i still long for it. gimmie gimmie.
I wanted to let you know. wanted to let you go. There was so much I wanted from you. Wanted to know about you. But we all wanted something. Would I like me if i weren’t me. I wanted to know. we all did. but you wanted to leave it all behind.
I like to feel wanted. I think most people do. But it’s a paradox of the human psyche I guess that we often don’t. I mean, we all kind of know we’re wanted by SOMEone, but deep down…..deep down we feel we’re all alone.
I don’t know what the hell he wants. He’s asking for something I don’t know. It’s intangible, invisible. What kind of assurance does he need anyway? Argh. I’m not a magician or a psychic, you know?
I don’t feel wanted. I feel unwanted, actually. There is nothing more I want than to be wanted. What do you want? Do you want to want me? I want you to want to want me. I want you to want me to want you to want me. I want you to want me every day for the rest of our lives and the rest of eternity. I want you more than I want you to want me, I think. Does that make sense? Do you want me to continue? Do you want me to keep talking? I am not wanted. I want to be wanted. I keep going. I just want it. I want this. I want you.
I wish I felt as though I were wanted by you. I think you like me but I don’t know if you “want” me. I need to feel love again…wanted…needed….
I walked down the street looking for my hat. It was my favorite hat. When I was eight years old I saw it in this old run down thrift store when I went in with my older brother and I begged him for it. He just rolled his eyes and ignored me but every time we went back I asked him for it.
this isnt what i wanted at all.
i didnt pick it.
id take it back.
but i cant.
im sorry.
im sorry for the past three years.
It’s not what I wanted – this difficult situation. I wanted an easier life. I did. That’s the whole story.
i have wanted a lot in my life. sometimes i say i want something, and promise if i get that one thing then i’ll never want anything ever again. i don’t know how many times i’ve done this. i want something more than ever right now. again
I always feel wanted. To be wanted is everything. I want to be wanted, want the right person to want me. I want what others want, only I want it more. Is wanting too much a waste of want? I want to know…
I always wanted a game. A game that was unlike other games. The story was great, the voice acting was fabulous as well. Games are getting close but they are not the “perfect game” I may never get this game but I can get ones close to it.
Running through the woods at night
Wondering who could have the might
Why would anyone choose your fight
Oh, that’s right
You’re a wanted knight
Slowing yourself to a walk
Settling your eyes on children’s chalk
You don’t dare move your mouth to talk
For you are being stalked
Slide yourself through a doorway
He looks so young, like time replayed
How did he keep himself unfazed
Could it have been his unlimited days?
Mystery, mystery, another man steps in
He stares, and talks, “Last chance,” he says
Causing you to spin
Could it be him?
A shot of fire rips through the air
You hear the young man silently swear
He steps your way
You step away
For you are wanted
That’s all I can say
i help you feel wanted. she compared you to a cigarette, a bad habit. you help me feel wanted, but your heart’s somewhere else.
a lot of stuff is wanted. love is want. material things are wanted. fame is wanted. we go our life we got about wanting stuff. trying to achieve our goals to get this stuff we want. but when we have it, when does stuff just become wanted?
We wanted it all. We wanted each other, but most of all we wanted what was right in front of us. The very inescapable need for life. For want. Not need, which is so commonplace. Everyone needs. We need to live. To eat. To sleep. But we want the impossible. We wanted each other. And we won.
if i was wanted by someone, i would know it, but i’m not, I will therefore walk these streets endlessly, until i stop somehow, maybe dying, and maybe i will see there something new…who knows, not me, but there must be an end, there is always an end, to everything… and I want to see how far i can go before the end…
1wanted= when another noose truncates enumerated domain
I want to feel wanted. I like to feel wanted. Feeling wanted lets me know that I have some purpose in this world, if only to one person. If I am wanted by many, then that is success.
That’s how he makes me feel. Wanted. As if there is no one else, as if everything else falls away. Wanted. Such a powerful word, enough to make you quake with excitement and flush with embarrassment. It’s enough to get a reaction out of anyone. It’s a strong passionate word, and it’s the way he makes me feel.
police! you’re under arrest!
why ? what have i done ?
you killed the lady
but i just wanted to paint her with blue!
that’s ok.. you are in big trouble boy
wanted as I am, wandering anywhere my feet can lead me, i have no time to rest, always on the rush, trying to figure out what my being was created for. From where I go, they say, people just should pray and wait for absolution, but I just want to see the world, and find a meaning for my life, why????? fuck knows what, i daresay
The horse’s hooves thundered as it galloped out of town with quick draw Sam firmly on its back. Gun shots whistle over his head and he kept low to avoid being hit. The money in his saddle bags added extra weight and slowed his retreat a little. He knew now that he would be a wanted man.
I wanted to do this earlier, but I froze when I first loaded the word. I decided that coming back to it was going to have to be OK. I wanted to be perfect, which is stupid. How can you be perfect in 60 seconds of responding to a random word?
i wanted more.
a friendship where i was real.
not just a stuffed body,
but real.
i wanted to be liked;
to be appreciated.
i want too much…
love stationary car joy happiness friends relationships family sunshine delicious food laughter travel holidays fun tidy house great weather
we want because we are told to want, because we cannot have, because we can.
we want because we do not feel wanted and would not wish that fate on any one or thing else.
we want because we must.
In the end all she ever wanted was a little space. A place in her heart where she could love and be loved. In the end if she knew that what she wanted wouldn’t be so easy to get, would she still have wanted it? Of course. The wanted are sometimes haunted but they are never daunted by what they love. Wanted, just a little space to call her very own.
for once i feel i’m wanted, too.
desires reflect from a pool
in which our minds are wrapped
around the same ever-morphing idea,
one always centered around the beauty of us.
i want to feel wanted by others….i want others to see and realize they want and need me…i want to be wanted and needed…and more importantly… loved <3
I always wanted to be a butterfly
and glide through the air
wind in my wings
I always wanted to be a smile
and shine like the sun
beautiful face
I always wanted…
happiness
we all want to feel wanted, needed and loved. we want somebody out there to want us and need us to survive so that we may feel complete. j
I wanted that scotch soda so badly. It was the weirdest feeling ever, just standing there waiting for someone to buy me that drink. I just wanted to pour that thing all over me. I love sprite.
Help, needed, in demand, high priority, liked, nonrenewable, unique, hard to find, interesting, high level of interest
I wanted more out of life than simply going to mars to colonize. I wanted to travel outside the solar system, but no, the career guidance3 director claimed that my profile indicates I am not suited to travel out of the solar system, too high of a boredom factor, too low on slef sufficiency. SO what, I said, so what if i need an ever renewing supply of books to read, so what is I need to be around people sometimes. I think it’s skewed to have all but one crew member in hypersleep during long space voyages, why not 2 people awake to keep each other company? Why not personality profile them to make sure they are supremely compatible on the congress compatibility scale?? Hmm?? Why not, but the career director showed me the transport tube, shoved me in it and pressed my room number into it, preventing me from having the last word. S0 here I am stuck on Mars, growing marijuana plants for the med clinic.
He fled as fast and as far as his legs would take him. His pursuers would hound him until they reached Hell itself. He knew not why they chased them him so, he only knew he would always be wanted.
i miss the feeling of being wanted.
i want to feel it again.
not in a sexual way.
a real way
for all things, love and friendship
company and physical touch.
but only from one person do i miss
I want to be wanted. I want to have someone who will do anything for me, who’ll stand out in the rain by my door for half an hour, waiting for me to come out after a fight. Silly? Yes. But everyone has a right to dream.
The sheriff sits outside
in the old rocking chair
that is faded and splintering
and his hat rests
ever so gently
on his depilated head.
His eyes are immune
to the dust storms
and the sun no longer
sears into his corneas.
I am wanted.