She beckons me. I walk toward her. I want to be with her. But my mind stops me. Why does it stop me? If I want to be with her, I should tell her. Let her know how I truly feel. But I don’t. I created a brick wall in my brain. Why? Someday I will break it down.
Erik
You know, I’m not really sure I completely understand the meaning behind this word. So I would prefer not to use it in a manner in which I seem to think I know what I’m doing. Sorry folks!
Drea
I have never heard this word before, but I think of David Beckam and a unicorn.
You wave your hand at me, beckon me to follow you. I take your hand, loose myself in your blissful smile, your warmth and kind eyes, allow myself to be led instead of followed. I loose myself in the light, only to be cast down later when you find someone who is comes faster then I when you beckon.
Her lips, her eyes, the way she sits, the way she walks, her smile, he wit, every word and amazing revelation that she pronounces onto my world, she beckons me and I follow with abandonment.
I beckon life towards me. I call it to me and demand it do what I want. It does not listen. I beckon love towards me, it comes.
Amber
Come closer, she said, her finger tips curling as she beckoned.
He shook his head, but in moments after silence filled the air, he took the first step out onto the bridge of wood. the rotted tree she perched upon so carefully.
Come closer, she said, and smiled.
Emboldened, he took a further step and another. Almost to the middle of the rotten log, spanning the gorge. Then the sprite spread her wings and flitted away.
Goodbye, she said.
The log creaked under him.
Like a seductress’s easy call, like the wide and adorable eyes of a kitten. You can’t ignore it. It folds into the corners of your mind, turning into heat, the sudden want to have, take, gain and never give back. The call that tempts you and makes your throat go dry. To humans, the thing that is most tempting is the one that is most forbidden – like a siren’s call, it beckons, and in our foolishness, we answer.
And I looked around. The sea kissed my toes, the wind nudged my shoulder. I took one step into the cold water. A whisper, a shhhhh, an invitation, answered in my ears.
Rachel
To call, to pull, to summon with the irresistible song of a siren. Impossible to fight against, impossible to shake off, as sure and strong as the tug of a string around your heart.
Isa
from the other side of the lake I saw the figure. she stood there with her dress billowing in the fog, the cloth dancing gracefully on the water, her long orange hair flowing in the wind. and there her hand was outstretched beckoning me to follow.
sara
I watched him beckon to her from across the room. Their eyes met, and she stiffened. He was the very last person int he world that she wanted to see on that night. She didn’t want to have to deal with the chaos that he brought with him.
I beckon you towards me with my thoughts, wait for your slow caress. this faint ache pulls more heavily now drawing me down into you
leah
i call you to me
because i feel i need you near
and it’s not that i can’t live without you
but i can’t go another year
spending all my time
wishing i had you
and hoping for my happiness
with it never coming true
i’m growing in maturation
because of how you made me feel
and our joint elation
is enough to see it’s real
no world could be more bright
we were meant for one another
and i want to make this right
so i beckon your soul to find me
to pick me up from where i am
so we can make ourselves most happy
and begin to live again
forgetting about what happened
the purgatory we’ve been through
has gone on too long enough
so here, i’m calling you bluff
come get me
it’s your call
we’re playing on your court
and you’ve got the ball
i know i fucked up before
but this is a brand new start
it’s been you all along
you still have my whole heart
The bed beckoned.
But I ignored it.
It’s getting harder and harder to do.
But I have to.
I’ve tasks to complete.
Objectives to meet.
And miles to go before I sleep.
The wind pushed and billowed the sheer curtains on the French doors, reminding her they were ajar. It was hard to find the energy to move, to cross the wooden floor to gently push them shut. The sunny warmth of the beach seeped in through the tiny gap, beckoning her to bask in the salty golden heat of the cape. But she loved the way her skin felt against his as he slept, the weight of his presence anchoring her by his side, and thought an open door was a small price to pay to hold onto it just a little longer.
Beckoning of the chair was quite frustrating. Perhaps not beckoning itself, but the annoying sound which the chair was doing. Sound of nails schratching the blackboard, that wasn’t pleasant at all.
I don’t know which way to go anymore. I’m lost. And every single thing seems to be a mirage. Depression and anxiety are waiting in the wings. There’s no way forward. There’s no way back. I wonder if I should beckon to death to come get me. No one else seems to want me.
a slow movement of the fingers through darkened skies… he can see them through the window, slowly calling out to him, demanding that he enter that cavernous home. The beckoning call of a mistress, curious, dangerous. He could not help but to find interest in her
Joe
He beckons to me with his eyes, a deep shade of blue not in color but in depth. He searches me and I am lost, unable to breathe or even think. There is a desire I cannot place, that I am afraid to name, but which I already understand through my own yearning. What is this feeling, I wonder? I am still learning.
I beckon you forward
Why don’t you come?
I call to you, again.
You still don’t move.
I get annoyed,
Why don’t you come?
I finally decide it’s because you don’t love me.
It’s a big assumption,
But I know it’s true.
That is why I hate you.
You don’t love me,
So I will kill.
You don’t love me,
So I will live on.
You don’t love me,
Now you’re dead to me.
You shouldn’t have said,
“I’m leaving you,”
For now you will regret it,
Dying in pain,
Wondering why,
You hadn’t loved me.
But you still don’t understand my pain,
and I stab you again,
Finishing you off.
But now I cry,
Wondering why,
You didn’t love me.
Amanda
He sent a message
Smoke signals of warm breath
through winter air
As close as the stars are to the sky he was to her. Looking up that’s all there was. Just a mess of connect the dots. Children can seem so simple at times until they surprise you. It was December again, nighttime again and they were still out. As a mother she always wondered what they did so late at night with only their bikes to keep them warm. Other people had said it was unnatural for a boy and a girl their age to be together so much but what could she do? Separate them, ruin them? They’d be home soon and then she wouldn’t think about the stars and the sky anymore.
she beckons me over,
to follow her.
she’s in a pink dress,
with a big skirt surrounding her.
me, behind her,
following her,
charged with the tduty of protecting her.
why must she run so quickly?
i ask myself.
she seems to have twice my speed,
and i’m charged with protecting her?
this princess has the speed- and strength-
of most men in Hyrule.
Yeah, I’m Link. :)
not really, but still.
link>:D
im calling you to a house of white where we play beirut all day and drink beer. or wine, you know i’d rather drink wine while listening to beirut. and I hope you come to this shindig, because this is an invitation.
Francesca
I call. I invite. I coax. I ask. I wave. I nod. I smile.
Laura Petrie
A little bird beckons for its mother to come. The mother tilts its head, as if to say, “What’s wrong?”, but she doesn’t need to. The answer is always the same.
Myona
at your … call. gesture, wave, signal, summon, nod. invinting lady.
Laura Petrie
I watch them silently from afar. They laugh at a memory they share. I desperately want to catch their attention, to beckon them over so we could talk like old times.
He beckoned me from the corner. I rushed over, afraid of what I was going to hear. It couldn’t be anything good, it never was. He handed me a note and left silently.
Beckon sounds like a very poetic term. It simply means a gesture, to get the attention of someone and urge them to come near. I guess it could be poetic when someone writes about love. Sometimes you need to beckon someone to your heart, or be beckoned to someone else’s.
All that pops into my head is Panic! At The Disco’s song London Beckon… I don’t even know the rest of the title to the song because they always have the longest song titles I have ever set eyes on. Either way, they have good music.
i do not know what to do./..i guess you beckon me as no one., i hate it but i guess i have to bear it. i beckon you do not give a damn so what the hell..be happy. i will be fine.
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic! At The Disco, which is one of my favorite songs. Which makes sense, since Panic! is my all-time favorite band. I also love The Beatles, fun., Paramore, and Fall Out Boy.
Laura
i call. you return. from the depths of hell. the place that felt warm. but cold enough. for you to see. that tomorrow. like yesterday. and now. you need me. in your arms. sharing the woes. and the falls. of the world.
I was at his beckon call. His every need and whim I carried out. I was devoted to him. Utterlyu in love, willing to do anything. It was horrible but I didn’t see. I was happy to do it. It meant I was doing something and it meant he needed me. As long as he needed me I was happy. As long as I was near him I was happy.
She beckons me. I walk toward her. I want to be with her. But my mind stops me. Why does it stop me? If I want to be with her, I should tell her. Let her know how I truly feel. But I don’t. I created a brick wall in my brain. Why? Someday I will break it down.
You know, I’m not really sure I completely understand the meaning behind this word. So I would prefer not to use it in a manner in which I seem to think I know what I’m doing. Sorry folks!
I have never heard this word before, but I think of David Beckam and a unicorn.
You wave your hand at me, beckon me to follow you. I take your hand, loose myself in your blissful smile, your warmth and kind eyes, allow myself to be led instead of followed. I loose myself in the light, only to be cast down later when you find someone who is comes faster then I when you beckon.
Her lips, her eyes, the way she sits, the way she walks, her smile, he wit, every word and amazing revelation that she pronounces onto my world, she beckons me and I follow with abandonment.
I beckon life towards me. I call it to me and demand it do what I want. It does not listen. I beckon love towards me, it comes.
Come closer, she said, her finger tips curling as she beckoned.
He shook his head, but in moments after silence filled the air, he took the first step out onto the bridge of wood. the rotted tree she perched upon so carefully.
Come closer, she said, and smiled.
Emboldened, he took a further step and another. Almost to the middle of the rotten log, spanning the gorge. Then the sprite spread her wings and flitted away.
Goodbye, she said.
The log creaked under him.
Like a seductress’s easy call, like the wide and adorable eyes of a kitten. You can’t ignore it. It folds into the corners of your mind, turning into heat, the sudden want to have, take, gain and never give back. The call that tempts you and makes your throat go dry. To humans, the thing that is most tempting is the one that is most forbidden – like a siren’s call, it beckons, and in our foolishness, we answer.
miss pear & loaf.
And I looked around. The sea kissed my toes, the wind nudged my shoulder. I took one step into the cold water. A whisper, a shhhhh, an invitation, answered in my ears.
To call, to pull, to summon with the irresistible song of a siren. Impossible to fight against, impossible to shake off, as sure and strong as the tug of a string around your heart.
from the other side of the lake I saw the figure. she stood there with her dress billowing in the fog, the cloth dancing gracefully on the water, her long orange hair flowing in the wind. and there her hand was outstretched beckoning me to follow.
I watched him beckon to her from across the room. Their eyes met, and she stiffened. He was the very last person int he world that she wanted to see on that night. She didn’t want to have to deal with the chaos that he brought with him.
I beckon you towards me with my thoughts, wait for your slow caress. this faint ache pulls more heavily now drawing me down into you
i call you to me
because i feel i need you near
and it’s not that i can’t live without you
but i can’t go another year
spending all my time
wishing i had you
and hoping for my happiness
with it never coming true
i’m growing in maturation
because of how you made me feel
and our joint elation
is enough to see it’s real
no world could be more bright
we were meant for one another
and i want to make this right
so i beckon your soul to find me
to pick me up from where i am
so we can make ourselves most happy
and begin to live again
forgetting about what happened
the purgatory we’ve been through
has gone on too long enough
so here, i’m calling you bluff
come get me
it’s your call
we’re playing on your court
and you’ve got the ball
i know i fucked up before
but this is a brand new start
it’s been you all along
you still have my whole heart
© LL
The bed beckoned.
But I ignored it.
It’s getting harder and harder to do.
But I have to.
I’ve tasks to complete.
Objectives to meet.
And miles to go before I sleep.
The wind pushed and billowed the sheer curtains on the French doors, reminding her they were ajar. It was hard to find the energy to move, to cross the wooden floor to gently push them shut. The sunny warmth of the beach seeped in through the tiny gap, beckoning her to bask in the salty golden heat of the cape. But she loved the way her skin felt against his as he slept, the weight of his presence anchoring her by his side, and thought an open door was a small price to pay to hold onto it just a little longer.
Beckoning of the chair was quite frustrating. Perhaps not beckoning itself, but the annoying sound which the chair was doing. Sound of nails schratching the blackboard, that wasn’t pleasant at all.
I don’t know which way to go anymore. I’m lost. And every single thing seems to be a mirage. Depression and anxiety are waiting in the wings. There’s no way forward. There’s no way back. I wonder if I should beckon to death to come get me. No one else seems to want me.
a slow movement of the fingers through darkened skies… he can see them through the window, slowly calling out to him, demanding that he enter that cavernous home. The beckoning call of a mistress, curious, dangerous. He could not help but to find interest in her
He beckons to me with his eyes, a deep shade of blue not in color but in depth. He searches me and I am lost, unable to breathe or even think. There is a desire I cannot place, that I am afraid to name, but which I already understand through my own yearning. What is this feeling, I wonder? I am still learning.
I beckon you forward
Why don’t you come?
I call to you, again.
You still don’t move.
I get annoyed,
Why don’t you come?
I finally decide it’s because you don’t love me.
It’s a big assumption,
But I know it’s true.
That is why I hate you.
You don’t love me,
So I will kill.
You don’t love me,
So I will live on.
You don’t love me,
Now you’re dead to me.
You shouldn’t have said,
“I’m leaving you,”
For now you will regret it,
Dying in pain,
Wondering why,
You hadn’t loved me.
But you still don’t understand my pain,
and I stab you again,
Finishing you off.
But now I cry,
Wondering why,
You didn’t love me.
He sent a message
Smoke signals of warm breath
through winter air
She beckons me over to the corner of the garden. I have to squint to see her, the noon sun and her aura of sparkle dazzle my eyes.
hi
As close as the stars are to the sky he was to her. Looking up that’s all there was. Just a mess of connect the dots. Children can seem so simple at times until they surprise you. It was December again, nighttime again and they were still out. As a mother she always wondered what they did so late at night with only their bikes to keep them warm. Other people had said it was unnatural for a boy and a girl their age to be together so much but what could she do? Separate them, ruin them? They’d be home soon and then she wouldn’t think about the stars and the sky anymore.
she beckons me over,
to follow her.
she’s in a pink dress,
with a big skirt surrounding her.
me, behind her,
following her,
charged with the tduty of protecting her.
why must she run so quickly?
i ask myself.
she seems to have twice my speed,
and i’m charged with protecting her?
this princess has the speed- and strength-
of most men in Hyrule.
Yeah, I’m Link. :)
not really, but still.
im calling you to a house of white where we play beirut all day and drink beer. or wine, you know i’d rather drink wine while listening to beirut. and I hope you come to this shindig, because this is an invitation.
I call. I invite. I coax. I ask. I wave. I nod. I smile.
A little bird beckons for its mother to come. The mother tilts its head, as if to say, “What’s wrong?”, but she doesn’t need to. The answer is always the same.
at your … call. gesture, wave, signal, summon, nod. invinting lady.
I watch them silently from afar. They laugh at a memory they share. I desperately want to catch their attention, to beckon them over so we could talk like old times.
He beckoned me from the corner. I rushed over, afraid of what I was going to hear. It couldn’t be anything good, it never was. He handed me a note and left silently.
Beckon sounds like a very poetic term. It simply means a gesture, to get the attention of someone and urge them to come near. I guess it could be poetic when someone writes about love. Sometimes you need to beckon someone to your heart, or be beckoned to someone else’s.
All that pops into my head is Panic! At The Disco’s song London Beckon… I don’t even know the rest of the title to the song because they always have the longest song titles I have ever set eyes on. Either way, they have good music.
I miss her…in the way that I can only extend my beckoning ideals forth with and without any sort of real intension or recolection
i do not know what to do./..i guess you beckon me as no one., i hate it but i guess i have to bear it. i beckon you do not give a damn so what the hell..be happy. i will be fine.
London Beckoned Songs About Money Written By Machines by Panic! At The Disco, which is one of my favorite songs. Which makes sense, since Panic! is my all-time favorite band. I also love The Beatles, fun., Paramore, and Fall Out Boy.
i call. you return. from the depths of hell. the place that felt warm. but cold enough. for you to see. that tomorrow. like yesterday. and now. you need me. in your arms. sharing the woes. and the falls. of the world.
i call.
you find home
I was at his beckon call. His every need and whim I carried out. I was devoted to him. Utterlyu in love, willing to do anything. It was horrible but I didn’t see. I was happy to do it. It meant I was doing something and it meant he needed me. As long as he needed me I was happy. As long as I was near him I was happy.