My one word is Peace we need it so much and we strive to find it and would be so happy if we abtained it give peace a chance.
Ember Miller
Please disregard everything I’ve ever said to you. It’s a lie… all of it. I wish I could tell you as much but I’m afraid it would break your heart. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I’m afraid I am the worst thing to ever happen to you. If I thought you would forgive me… if I thought things could still be okay… maybe I’d let you know the real me. I just don’t think I can.
I disregarded the words you said when you yelled at me.
each word sounded like a snarl and growl.
I don’t know which way all these words affected me-
for each one slowly cut at my howl.
How can I see the things in front of this scent,
each smell disregarded for the memories it brings.
I don’t know why you feel so disregarded, but
I’m just gonna stick my fingers in my ears and begin to sing.
I want to disregard the words spoken by my father that were so hurtful !
Debbie
I will never disregard the fact that my adopted son is MY son. I love him as if he were born of my body. He is my life, my joy, my inspiration. I love him more than anything in this world!
J J B
When someone disregards you, it feels worth than if they angrily confronted you.
Disregard that I haven’t been exactly who you want me to be. Just look at me now and take me as I am. No one can undo the past, but we can only look to the future.
He was shaken from his doze when the air in the car suddenly exploded into screams and shouts.
On his left, the cynic was firmly rebuking the driver. “Did you not see the wall? It’s hard to miss. It’s a wall. You can’t simply disregard it.”
The driver was trying to defend her case to the best of her abilities, when she could stop laughing. “We weren’t that close at all!”
“We almost died. You’re a terrible driver.”
“SHUT UP, TOMMY.”
Admittedly, they really weren’t that close, in retrospect. But the matter would be brought up so often in the future, with so many different views, that it was little surprise that HE was chosen to be the driver the next time around. And that wasn’t a whole lot better.
T.
Just completely disregard what I just let out, I thought to myself. I really didn’t mean to tell you I loved you! I’m supposed to be over you…You’re with her, I’m with him…This can’t be real. Why do I still have these feelings for you? You treated me with complete disrespect. Disregard me and my words…
Haley
Please, disregard the last email. It was sent by mistake. I meant to send that to my boyfriend, who I intend to throw all of his things out on the front lawn as soon as I return home. Thanks.
Sheila Good
He was shaken from his doze when the air in the car suddenly exploded into screams and shouts.
On his left, the cynic was firmly rebuking the driver. “Did you not see the fucking wall? It’s hard to miss. It’s a wall.”
The driver was trying to defend her case to the best of her abilities, when she could stop laughing. “We weren’t that close at all!”
“We almost died. You’re a terrible driver.”
“SHUT UP, TOMMY.”
Admittedly, they really weren’t that close, in retrospect. But the matter would be brought up so often in the future, with so many different views, that it was little surprise that HE was chosen to be the driver the next time around. And that wasn’t a whole lot better.
T.
Cold, cold blue like chips of ice. Pursed lips. Clenched fingers.
And yet, you know you can’t hide it forever. You may try, but it will reveal itself eventually.
You are no different than the others.
Flametail von Karma
Disdain. Coldness. Disregard. Even dislike. All of it can be seen in his eyes. He never smiles, never gives a kind smile.
But he feels no less.
Flametail von Karma
I should want to disregard your past like you, but no, I wish for you to tell me more. You promised me today, that someday you’ll tell me everything. Please let that day come soon.
I disregard many things now at days. I disregard my daily email updates from this website, and I disregard things my friends say. Maybe it’s for the better, but oh I don’t now. When somebody tells you, “I think they’re talking about you.” Shouldn’t you care?
disregard? I’m not completely sure what that means. I have a small idea. Hey, I don’t care about you goodbye. I’m ignoring you. I’m completely not paying attention to you. Isn’t that wonderful? Doesn’t that make you feel great? No! I don’t think so! Disregarding people makes them feel bad, so don’t!
Michaela
the thought of disregarding parts of your life can seem daunting but without evaluation and removing things you can’t progress. The mental spring clean.
Aaron Pearce
Disregard everything I said.
Don’t pay any attention to how I feel.
You’re right, I should move on. I mean, her mom won’t let her talk to me, so she must not love me anymore.
What’s the minimum amount of time that I have to pretend to care again? A week you say?
How does a day sound?
Disregarded. It’s how he felt. Every day, he came to work, on time, even early some days. He put in an honest days work, didn’t get in anyone else’s way, and yet, nothing, They never noticed. Not once. It was just “Hey Bill”, no real conversation, no real acknowledgement. Nothing.
David
“Disregard the fact that you’d be six feet under right now without me. Wait, no. Don’t disregard that. Regard it! I’m the only reason you’re alive, mister, and I’ll have some gratitude out of you if I have to kill you to get it. Wait, no.”
Krospgnasker
disregard what you’ve heard, disregard what you’ve seen, i am something completely new and different. there is no one like me, not anyone, not anywhere. am i convincing you? do you believe me? if i say it enough, surely it’ll become true.
Nic
Disregard everything I said before. We could start over–if you’d like. We’ll become perfect strangers meeting for the first time. We wouldn’t meet by the kinship of a mutual friend but by a slight bumping of arms at a party. We’ll introduce ourselves without any prior knowledge of each other. That makes the expectations very low. If we could begin again, would you? It seems that my poor but somewhat truthful juidgment put my feelings for you on a rickety bridge; I never know what emotion I will experience next. All I know is this: as long as I’m breathing, I want you by my side.
Desiree
I have disregard for a few things in life and I cannot get over it.
SB
disregard — to be ignored, unnoticed, unimportant. Easy to disregard things we don’t want to care about, see, can’t appreciate, hate, are scared of….hard to let go of feeling disregarded in any way
frances
please disregard the letter I sent you last September. I had those feelings all bottled up, they had been all bottled away for so long, i DIDN’T mean what I said. those words were mine but I put them together wrong. If you still have it, that letter, please burn it. throw it some fire, please disregard.
He disregarded her grimy appearance, feeling his gaze drawn to her eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, like the first leaves of spring. A light sparkled in them, quick and mischievous.
With total disregard to the situation outside in the quad, Jensen and the Ninja Babe went at like feral cats on a hot summer evening, grunting and moaning and panting and sweating.
I just read Oh The Places You’ll Go. . . And I feel as if I’ve meditated. To see “disregard” come up is somewhat serendipitous, because I’ve done what I’d kinda swore off that I’d never do, which is have a New Year’s Resolution. I know that to attribute changing your life because the dates change is kind of arbitrary, but the timing was right and my resolution was one that I think many people my age would love to follow: Give a shit about less.
I’ve slowly but surely been trying to shake the noise, the constant inundation of knowledge and information and experiences and noise, there’s so much out in the world that it’s overwhelming at times and I’ve spent more than a few mornings shackled by my blankets, scared of putting my feet on the floor. But to disregard that emotion, as well as others that have been weighing me down or turning me off course making me think twice. . . This week, I’ll disregard them and be tactful in not giving a shit. To stomp my foot in such a way, on here, seems disingenuous and dramatic, but I gotta vocalize it somehow. And it’ll be good to read this a few weeks from now and look back and remember that I did it, that I’m capable of doing it and having been in worse spots before, this one’s just a moment from being the impetus for greatness.
Oh the places you’ll go. . . as long as you go over the minute you’re allotted to write.
Clear disregard of duty can leave one scorned, by a boss who sees nothing but one’s faults alone,
adorned,
with a coffee mug of which I contemplate,
of genuine silence whose air is filled with my somber and my attitude to:
predicate,
this derelict, this fault, this flaw, this mistake,
so I wonder if I, working minimum wage, am a human or a slave?
Eric Harrell
It is possible to make even the simplest sentence sound beautiful if you hold each word in the front of your mouth for an instant before letting it go. Try saying, “Let’s not forget to plant sweet potatoes this year” like the syllables are footfall on the powdery moon.
Disregard my lack of attentiveness today
and
Pardon my lack of passion today
for
my ability to recognize the ultimate beauty in the particles of
each state of being of every
thing
place
person
in the vicinity of my blurry vision.
Everything is but a blur and working for
something you never get to see.
something you are so passionate about
that the existence and the very essential state of its being
mesmerizes you
captivates you
arouses your very senses
your very emotions
Excuse me for my lack of disregard to the beauty around me.
Excuse me, world.
Disregard the rest of the world. Disregard everything around myself. Disregard everything. Except for him. He is all that matters in this very moment. Disregard everything but him. He is everything. He is amazing.
Morgan
“Please disregard the obnoxious woman in the back,” said the bedraggled professor as the thirty-something-year-old student glowered at him behind horn rims. “I’m trying to discuss physics. There is no room for religious argument.”
“Why did we even get on that topic to begin with?” asked Sam.
The professor shrugged. “No one likes to be proven wrong.”
Belinda Roddie
disregard last thing I said, phony words like party smoke that makes your tongue sweet and your eyes dry. Disregard everything I say when I’m near you because I’m not myself, I’m the party.
I’m wondering if I should disregard someone’s request. Well, that’s not up to them actually… what’s done is done. I’m wondering if I should LIE to cover up that things aren’t how they want. I told them I was going to change my plans. They didn’t like that, but it was already done. Too late. So I’m wondering if I should avoid them so they don’t have to know, or say “My plans changed before you made your request. Sorry you’re not happy with that.”
I’m getting really annoyed trying to deal with this person’s issues. What the heck is wrong with me that I stick it out with people I care about when they wouldn’t throw me a life raft if I was drowning.
Noisy Quiet
“This is a room full of crazy people,” he says, then points. “And she’s the leader.”
And her immediate response is negative. Narrowed eyes, furrowed brow, scathing rebuke. But as soon as the words hit the air, she stops, and she looks.
And you know what? They really are crazy people. Wonderful, beautiful crazy people, and she’s one of them. Being in charge? Not so bad.
“Wait. No. Disregard that.”
Laura
desapear, from… age of
sky dome will peal
the hafflel-low
plese forsight my
polightness
pork shpo
hope will scope mine
I hope you can disregard that last message. The one where I told you I want you to leave me alone. What I really meant is that I simply can’t get you out of my head. I need you. Don’t leave me I beg you. So please, though you have already listened to it, please disregard that last message.
I didn’t want to talk to him the moment I walked into the party. He made a beeline for me and started talking incessantly about stamps. I cleared my throat so the whole room looked at us. “I hold you in complete disgregard”, I said loudly and walked out.
E.P. Hantera
I disregard what I need to acknowledge. I disregard the useless and the trouble that is in the way of my self-discovery; my self-worth. I disregard all that stops me.
My one word is Peace we need it so much and we strive to find it and would be so happy if we abtained it give peace a chance.
Please disregard everything I’ve ever said to you. It’s a lie… all of it. I wish I could tell you as much but I’m afraid it would break your heart. You are the greatest thing to ever happen to me and I’m afraid I am the worst thing to ever happen to you. If I thought you would forgive me… if I thought things could still be okay… maybe I’d let you know the real me. I just don’t think I can.
I disregarded the words you said when you yelled at me.
each word sounded like a snarl and growl.
I don’t know which way all these words affected me-
for each one slowly cut at my howl.
How can I see the things in front of this scent,
each smell disregarded for the memories it brings.
I don’t know why you feel so disregarded, but
I’m just gonna stick my fingers in my ears and begin to sing.
I want to disregard the words spoken by my father that were so hurtful !
I will never disregard the fact that my adopted son is MY son. I love him as if he were born of my body. He is my life, my joy, my inspiration. I love him more than anything in this world!
When someone disregards you, it feels worth than if they angrily confronted you.
Disregard that I haven’t been exactly who you want me to be. Just look at me now and take me as I am. No one can undo the past, but we can only look to the future.
He was shaken from his doze when the air in the car suddenly exploded into screams and shouts.
On his left, the cynic was firmly rebuking the driver. “Did you not see the wall? It’s hard to miss. It’s a wall. You can’t simply disregard it.”
The driver was trying to defend her case to the best of her abilities, when she could stop laughing. “We weren’t that close at all!”
“We almost died. You’re a terrible driver.”
“SHUT UP, TOMMY.”
Admittedly, they really weren’t that close, in retrospect. But the matter would be brought up so often in the future, with so many different views, that it was little surprise that HE was chosen to be the driver the next time around. And that wasn’t a whole lot better.
Just completely disregard what I just let out, I thought to myself. I really didn’t mean to tell you I loved you! I’m supposed to be over you…You’re with her, I’m with him…This can’t be real. Why do I still have these feelings for you? You treated me with complete disrespect. Disregard me and my words…
Please, disregard the last email. It was sent by mistake. I meant to send that to my boyfriend, who I intend to throw all of his things out on the front lawn as soon as I return home. Thanks.
He was shaken from his doze when the air in the car suddenly exploded into screams and shouts.
On his left, the cynic was firmly rebuking the driver. “Did you not see the fucking wall? It’s hard to miss. It’s a wall.”
The driver was trying to defend her case to the best of her abilities, when she could stop laughing. “We weren’t that close at all!”
“We almost died. You’re a terrible driver.”
“SHUT UP, TOMMY.”
Admittedly, they really weren’t that close, in retrospect. But the matter would be brought up so often in the future, with so many different views, that it was little surprise that HE was chosen to be the driver the next time around. And that wasn’t a whole lot better.
Cold, cold blue like chips of ice. Pursed lips. Clenched fingers.
And yet, you know you can’t hide it forever. You may try, but it will reveal itself eventually.
You are no different than the others.
Disdain. Coldness. Disregard. Even dislike. All of it can be seen in his eyes. He never smiles, never gives a kind smile.
But he feels no less.
I should want to disregard your past like you, but no, I wish for you to tell me more. You promised me today, that someday you’ll tell me everything. Please let that day come soon.
I disregard many things now at days. I disregard my daily email updates from this website, and I disregard things my friends say. Maybe it’s for the better, but oh I don’t now. When somebody tells you, “I think they’re talking about you.” Shouldn’t you care?
disregard? I’m not completely sure what that means. I have a small idea. Hey, I don’t care about you goodbye. I’m ignoring you. I’m completely not paying attention to you. Isn’t that wonderful? Doesn’t that make you feel great? No! I don’t think so! Disregarding people makes them feel bad, so don’t!
the thought of disregarding parts of your life can seem daunting but without evaluation and removing things you can’t progress. The mental spring clean.
Disregard everything I said.
Don’t pay any attention to how I feel.
You’re right, I should move on. I mean, her mom won’t let her talk to me, so she must not love me anymore.
What’s the minimum amount of time that I have to pretend to care again? A week you say?
How does a day sound?
Disregarded. It’s how he felt. Every day, he came to work, on time, even early some days. He put in an honest days work, didn’t get in anyone else’s way, and yet, nothing, They never noticed. Not once. It was just “Hey Bill”, no real conversation, no real acknowledgement. Nothing.
“Disregard the fact that you’d be six feet under right now without me. Wait, no. Don’t disregard that. Regard it! I’m the only reason you’re alive, mister, and I’ll have some gratitude out of you if I have to kill you to get it. Wait, no.”
disregard what you’ve heard, disregard what you’ve seen, i am something completely new and different. there is no one like me, not anyone, not anywhere. am i convincing you? do you believe me? if i say it enough, surely it’ll become true.
Disregard everything I said before. We could start over–if you’d like. We’ll become perfect strangers meeting for the first time. We wouldn’t meet by the kinship of a mutual friend but by a slight bumping of arms at a party. We’ll introduce ourselves without any prior knowledge of each other. That makes the expectations very low. If we could begin again, would you? It seems that my poor but somewhat truthful juidgment put my feelings for you on a rickety bridge; I never know what emotion I will experience next. All I know is this: as long as I’m breathing, I want you by my side.
I have disregard for a few things in life and I cannot get over it.
disregard — to be ignored, unnoticed, unimportant. Easy to disregard things we don’t want to care about, see, can’t appreciate, hate, are scared of….hard to let go of feeling disregarded in any way
please disregard the letter I sent you last September. I had those feelings all bottled up, they had been all bottled away for so long, i DIDN’T mean what I said. those words were mine but I put them together wrong. If you still have it, that letter, please burn it. throw it some fire, please disregard.
He disregarded her grimy appearance, feeling his gaze drawn to her eyes. They were a brilliant shade of green, like the first leaves of spring. A light sparkled in them, quick and mischievous.
With total disregard to the situation outside in the quad, Jensen and the Ninja Babe went at like feral cats on a hot summer evening, grunting and moaning and panting and sweating.
I just read Oh The Places You’ll Go. . . And I feel as if I’ve meditated. To see “disregard” come up is somewhat serendipitous, because I’ve done what I’d kinda swore off that I’d never do, which is have a New Year’s Resolution. I know that to attribute changing your life because the dates change is kind of arbitrary, but the timing was right and my resolution was one that I think many people my age would love to follow: Give a shit about less.
I’ve slowly but surely been trying to shake the noise, the constant inundation of knowledge and information and experiences and noise, there’s so much out in the world that it’s overwhelming at times and I’ve spent more than a few mornings shackled by my blankets, scared of putting my feet on the floor. But to disregard that emotion, as well as others that have been weighing me down or turning me off course making me think twice. . . This week, I’ll disregard them and be tactful in not giving a shit. To stomp my foot in such a way, on here, seems disingenuous and dramatic, but I gotta vocalize it somehow. And it’ll be good to read this a few weeks from now and look back and remember that I did it, that I’m capable of doing it and having been in worse spots before, this one’s just a moment from being the impetus for greatness.
Oh the places you’ll go. . . as long as you go over the minute you’re allotted to write.
Clear disregard of duty can leave one scorned, by a boss who sees nothing but one’s faults alone,
adorned,
with a coffee mug of which I contemplate,
of genuine silence whose air is filled with my somber and my attitude to:
predicate,
this derelict, this fault, this flaw, this mistake,
so I wonder if I, working minimum wage, am a human or a slave?
It is possible to make even the simplest sentence sound beautiful if you hold each word in the front of your mouth for an instant before letting it go. Try saying, “Let’s not forget to plant sweet potatoes this year” like the syllables are footfall on the powdery moon.
Disregard my lack of attentiveness today
and
Pardon my lack of passion today
for
my ability to recognize the ultimate beauty in the particles of
each state of being of every
thing
place
person
in the vicinity of my blurry vision.
Everything is but a blur and working for
something you never get to see.
something you are so passionate about
that the existence and the very essential state of its being
mesmerizes you
captivates you
arouses your very senses
your very emotions
Excuse me for my lack of disregard to the beauty around me.
Excuse me, world.
Disregard the rest of the world. Disregard everything around myself. Disregard everything. Except for him. He is all that matters in this very moment. Disregard everything but him. He is everything. He is amazing.
“Please disregard the obnoxious woman in the back,” said the bedraggled professor as the thirty-something-year-old student glowered at him behind horn rims. “I’m trying to discuss physics. There is no room for religious argument.”
“Why did we even get on that topic to begin with?” asked Sam.
The professor shrugged. “No one likes to be proven wrong.”
disregard last thing I said, phony words like party smoke that makes your tongue sweet and your eyes dry. Disregard everything I say when I’m near you because I’m not myself, I’m the party.
disregard
I’m wondering if I should disregard someone’s request. Well, that’s not up to them actually… what’s done is done. I’m wondering if I should LIE to cover up that things aren’t how they want. I told them I was going to change my plans. They didn’t like that, but it was already done. Too late. So I’m wondering if I should avoid them so they don’t have to know, or say “My plans changed before you made your request. Sorry you’re not happy with that.”
I’m getting really annoyed trying to deal with this person’s issues. What the heck is wrong with me that I stick it out with people I care about when they wouldn’t throw me a life raft if I was drowning.
“This is a room full of crazy people,” he says, then points. “And she’s the leader.”
And her immediate response is negative. Narrowed eyes, furrowed brow, scathing rebuke. But as soon as the words hit the air, she stops, and she looks.
And you know what? They really are crazy people. Wonderful, beautiful crazy people, and she’s one of them. Being in charge? Not so bad.
“Wait. No. Disregard that.”
desapear, from… age of
sky dome will peal
the hafflel-low
plese forsight my
polightness
pork shpo
hope will scope mine
I hope you can disregard that last message. The one where I told you I want you to leave me alone. What I really meant is that I simply can’t get you out of my head. I need you. Don’t leave me I beg you. So please, though you have already listened to it, please disregard that last message.
I didn’t want to talk to him the moment I walked into the party. He made a beeline for me and started talking incessantly about stamps. I cleared my throat so the whole room looked at us. “I hold you in complete disgregard”, I said loudly and walked out.
I disregard what I need to acknowledge. I disregard the useless and the trouble that is in the way of my self-discovery; my self-worth. I disregard all that stops me.