somebody told me not to worry,
but i did.
somebody told me to try my best,
but i didn’t.
somebody told me the world was perfect,
but it isn’t.
somebody told me you could trust people,
but you cant.
is thinking about you right now in another country, you just don’t know about it yet. They’re looking at an imperfect silhouette and imagining it becoming photo-shopped or just a little more perfect, they’re envisioning you. Then again, maybe not.
Daisy
Somebody. Anybody. Please help. The darkness is to much. The emptiness. The loneliness. I can’t get out of here alone.I need help. I need love. I need somebody…somebody like you! Help me….please help me!
Marcus
Somebody fell down the rabbit hole. She wasn’t popular or anything, so no one would miss her. She didn’t have any friends, and barely any family. Sometimes, she made up characters in her head, and they came alive in her world. She didn’t know that her gift was different, she thought it was something all kids were able to do, but she wouldn’t really know because she never talked to them.
Nashia Holloway
5:00 pm, Grand Central.
Sweaty, homesick, like everyone else.
My nose in someone’s hair, their hips bumping mine.
None of it is spectacular. Until, sudden,
a jolt. But I don’t look back.
(It’s too hard, far too hard,
to spot the love of your life in a crowd.)
Somebody, somewhere, having lived an infinite amount of time, was suddenly coming to grips with the fact that one day, this huge creature that only they could see, was going to devour every single solitary part of them. And not in a spiritual way – this thing wasn’t God – but in a very real, very terrifying physical sense.
Lauren
isn´t there
is where?
somebody should be there
is somebody me
i think so
somebody is my body
my body is somebody
my body is someone
i am someon e
ia am somebody
betty
“Somebody’s been here,” Anna said, pausing just inside the door. ”
“Can’t be,” Mac said, as he struggled not to drop the box of books. “The door was locked.”
“Locks can be opened.”
“For pete’s sake, the house is empty! Why would anyone want to break into an empty house?”
“I don’t know.” Anna walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out what had caused the hair on her neck to prickle.
somebody used to tell me things, whisper them so simple soft in the temple of my head. holding your hand with the flashing glare of the world at large, the center of the world staring back at us.
and the deli man still asks where you are, the one on my corner, not yours.
somebody warming my heart cage.
chellanzo
this isn’t a pop song about somebody that i used to know. i want somebody, a boy, a girl, to open me up. unzip my spinal cord. cut me open with their fingers, their lips. i hope his mouth is soft against my blazing skin. i just want you to open me up. open me up.
Somebody here, somebody there, somebody everywhere. It’s crazy how many people there are in our world. Theres over seven billion people in the world today.
this is not a pop song about somebody that i used to know. this is everything you could have ever hoped for, embellished in a small box at the bottom of my lungs. i scream and scream for a boy to come pack it up, unpack me with his fingers, open me up with his tongue.
agnes
There is somebody in the door way, and he is staring at me.
i was walking on the side walk with a balloon and somebody took their nail and popped it i was sad cause that balloon was for my mom cause it was her birthday but i was happy cause i had two more balloons
somebody lived there
the house was broken
secrets were hidden
beneath the begrime lath
Susan
Somebody…I’m thinking of them right now. I miss her but I won’t name her. I only miss our friendship, not our relationship. She was so encouraging and nice and sweet. Her boyfriend now is a very lucky man. Even though I wonder what it would be like if we hadn’t broken up, I know I was meant to be with somebody else.
Somebody walked up to me at the hot dog stand. They looked confused and asked where the library was. I just walked away…. quickly, casually, hurriedly….
somedody once said that it was okay, okay to feel safe, we are free, something about a charter of rights, but we find it’s not so simple. At the stroke of a batton, that illusion can be shatter
Susan
once told me I shouldn’t be human, that I am too human. That I should be immune to feelings. This somebody is dumb idiot because all emotions are, are brain chemicals. Powerful chemicals. You are an alcoholic of course you feel fine, you’re drunk.
Luna
A face in the crowd,
A aquaintence in passing
I knew him once,
But not anymore
He is gone from my life
I see him no more.
Maddie
There were people in my life whom I treasured the most. Now, they only serve as ‘somebody’ I just knew. How poignant :(
somebody is a person that thinks like a lion jesus was the messanger of all the people he was born in a manger with the devil in his eyeball rhinos leave the place they are born within 30 seconds of being born i know this because i once was a rhino myself
Barney
There were people in my life whom I treasured the most. Now, they become ‘somebody’ I just knew. How poignant :(
somebody told me once that life wasn’t just about the moments you wanted to live, but the ones you had the obligation to live. It confused me up until the time that those obligations hit me in the face like a pile of bricks.
Angie
Somebody wasn’t supposed to matter. Somebody was just a word.
But somebody did matter.
No matter what I did, I didn’t want to pull the trigger. I could think all the negative thoughts I wanted. Think of the technical mechanisms of the gun. Think of how the world would be better off. But I couldn’t do it. Because somebody, some where, would have to deal with the technicalities of my suicide.
Here I was, with a gun to my head, and all I could think about was how someone would have to fill out some paperwork about a teenager with a bullet through their skull.
Ad Astra
A syrupy sweet ballad by an ’80s new wave band that I sing to my baby boy almost every night. Put on a mixed tape (remember those?) by my first teenage love…I don’t think of him now 9or at least not often) when I sing it, but of my new, toddler sized love. Still.
somebody told me not to worry,
but i did.
somebody told me to try my best,
but i didn’t.
somebody told me the world was perfect,
but it isn’t.
somebody told me you could trust people,
but you cant.
is thinking about you right now in another country, you just don’t know about it yet. They’re looking at an imperfect silhouette and imagining it becoming photo-shopped or just a little more perfect, they’re envisioning you. Then again, maybe not.
Somebody. Anybody. Please help. The darkness is to much. The emptiness. The loneliness. I can’t get out of here alone.I need help. I need love. I need somebody…somebody like you! Help me….please help me!
Somebody fell down the rabbit hole. She wasn’t popular or anything, so no one would miss her. She didn’t have any friends, and barely any family. Sometimes, she made up characters in her head, and they came alive in her world. She didn’t know that her gift was different, she thought it was something all kids were able to do, but she wouldn’t really know because she never talked to them.
5:00 pm, Grand Central.
Sweaty, homesick, like everyone else.
My nose in someone’s hair, their hips bumping mine.
None of it is spectacular. Until, sudden,
a jolt. But I don’t look back.
(It’s too hard, far too hard,
to spot the love of your life in a crowd.)
Somebody, somewhere, having lived an infinite amount of time, was suddenly coming to grips with the fact that one day, this huge creature that only they could see, was going to devour every single solitary part of them. And not in a spiritual way – this thing wasn’t God – but in a very real, very terrifying physical sense.
isn´t there
is where?
somebody should be there
is somebody me
i think so
somebody is my body
my body is somebody
my body is someone
i am someon e
ia am somebody
“Somebody’s been here,” Anna said, pausing just inside the door. ”
“Can’t be,” Mac said, as he struggled not to drop the box of books. “The door was locked.”
“Locks can be opened.”
“For pete’s sake, the house is empty! Why would anyone want to break into an empty house?”
“I don’t know.” Anna walked into the kitchen, trying to figure out what had caused the hair on her neck to prickle.
somebody used to tell me things, whisper them so simple soft in the temple of my head. holding your hand with the flashing glare of the world at large, the center of the world staring back at us.
and the deli man still asks where you are, the one on my corner, not yours.
somebody warming my heart cage.
this isn’t a pop song about somebody that i used to know. i want somebody, a boy, a girl, to open me up. unzip my spinal cord. cut me open with their fingers, their lips. i hope his mouth is soft against my blazing skin. i just want you to open me up. open me up.
Somebody here, somebody there, somebody everywhere. It’s crazy how many people there are in our world. Theres over seven billion people in the world today.
this is not a pop song about somebody that i used to know. this is everything you could have ever hoped for, embellished in a small box at the bottom of my lungs. i scream and scream for a boy to come pack it up, unpack me with his fingers, open me up with his tongue.
There is somebody in the door way, and he is staring at me.
i know somebody in my family thats famous
Has anybody heard of the song “Somebody that I used to know”?
i know somebody thats famous
i was walking on the side walk with a balloon and somebody took their nail and popped it i was sad cause that balloon was for my mom cause it was her birthday but i was happy cause i had two more balloons
Sometimes there’s a certain somebody that doesn’t now how to say no. I know who that certain somebody is. She is so weird and mean.
There are a lot of somebodys in this world good or bad and some in between witch are you.
somebody lived there
the house was broken
secrets were hidden
beneath the begrime lath
Somebody…I’m thinking of them right now. I miss her but I won’t name her. I only miss our friendship, not our relationship. She was so encouraging and nice and sweet. Her boyfriend now is a very lucky man. Even though I wonder what it would be like if we hadn’t broken up, I know I was meant to be with somebody else.
Somebody walked up to me at the hot dog stand. They looked confused and asked where the library was. I just walked away…. quickly, casually, hurriedly….
Somebody bumped in to me and made me drop my books and my back pack broke.
“now your just somebody that i used to know.. somebody”
I had a ice cream sunday at my table and when i got back somebody took it .
When ever i walk to the park i always see somebody that i know or i dont know then this happens ever single time i walk to the park
somebody live there
the house was broken
secrets were hidden
beneath the begrime lath
He is a somebody not a nobody.
Everybody has loved the song “somebody I used to know”, that had come out recently in 2012.
“Somebody that I used to know”
By: Gotye
I just met up with somebody that i used to know.
somedody once said that it was okay, okay to feel safe, we are free, something about a charter of rights, but we find it’s not so simple. At the stroke of a batton, that illusion can be shatter
once told me I shouldn’t be human, that I am too human. That I should be immune to feelings. This somebody is dumb idiot because all emotions are, are brain chemicals. Powerful chemicals. You are an alcoholic of course you feel fine, you’re drunk.
A face in the crowd,
A aquaintence in passing
I knew him once,
But not anymore
He is gone from my life
I see him no more.
There were people in my life whom I treasured the most. Now, they only serve as ‘somebody’ I just knew. How poignant :(
somebody is a person that thinks like a lion jesus was the messanger of all the people he was born in a manger with the devil in his eyeball rhinos leave the place they are born within 30 seconds of being born i know this because i once was a rhino myself
There were people in my life whom I treasured the most. Now, they become ‘somebody’ I just knew. How poignant :(
somebody told me once that life wasn’t just about the moments you wanted to live, but the ones you had the obligation to live. It confused me up until the time that those obligations hit me in the face like a pile of bricks.
Somebody wasn’t supposed to matter. Somebody was just a word.
But somebody did matter.
No matter what I did, I didn’t want to pull the trigger. I could think all the negative thoughts I wanted. Think of the technical mechanisms of the gun. Think of how the world would be better off. But I couldn’t do it. Because somebody, some where, would have to deal with the technicalities of my suicide.
Here I was, with a gun to my head, and all I could think about was how someone would have to fill out some paperwork about a teenager with a bullet through their skull.
A syrupy sweet ballad by an ’80s new wave band that I sing to my baby boy almost every night. Put on a mixed tape (remember those?) by my first teenage love…I don’t think of him now 9or at least not often) when I sing it, but of my new, toddler sized love. Still.