somebody told me that i was right for you. somebody told me that so much that I began to believe it. but im not right for you. so im still looking for the right person.
Sofie
somebody boarded the ship
jumped off
into the great abyss
of broken dreams
Susan
there was somebody i knew and he was the greatest person i had met. He was the love of my life and my heart cried out for him. HIs face was handsome and his body was amazing. the love of my life is sombody i used to know.
Kelli
I feel like I have spent a large sum of my life trying to be somebody, but I’m not sure what the qualifications are. I always feel like I am an nobody in a world of somebodies.
Bri
I know somebody who doesn’t care about my cats. I don’t want to talk about her, but it has been a hard year. Longer than that, with cat attitudes and stalking times. With whole corn flour milk and baby toe salad, not salad but blankets on the floor. Are you giving me that time back? Because I really need it. It is somebody else’s alarm, but it affects me in my stalking place. It isn’t possible to be an isolated protein.
Chesa Peake
You were somebody who loved me
somebody to talk to
somebody to dance with
and then you lost it all for her
and now you are nobody
walked past me. I wasn’t certain who it was, or why they were there, in the corridor at 9am. They must have been waiting for the bell. Clawry just sighed and continued walking. “So, what’s the idea?”
“Wouldn’t I like to know.” We just sighed and shrugged. The chocolate pastries were gone. We had eaten the last of them yesterday.
Katie
A lantern. There was a slow hot wind, old stone, and somebody standing in the doorway.
Anybody? Somebody could be the most important person in the world to anybody else, but obviously not you. And it is strange to think that. Somebody isn’t ever nobody. Not ever. But they are nobody to you. Humans are strange.
B Mads
i once read in a book that if every child in england smiled at everyone they saw then everyone would get smiled at 300 times
i wonder if somebody would notice?
if somebody could tell that maybe every kid had ganged up for smile day
and that maybe it was okay for a bit
and maybe everyone could forget about things
It was…. somebody. Somebody who had been here before. I normally know the names of all of our customers, but this one’s had slipped.
April K.
somebody i know is named kiana and kiana and i became best friends the minute we met and we even ride the same bus and go to dance class together.
Alandra
somebody. Somebody was tapping on her window. It was a man with dark hair. Facial hair too. He smiled. His front teeth had a gap between them. “Anne! Anne, it’s me” somebody exclaimed, with somewhat of a lisp. She looked through the window. She smiled.
MC
Somebody is what I am. Somebody is kind to me. Somebody is not.
i love nicole seward she is everything to me and i love her with all my heart and i want to spend the rest of my life with her i will love her forever and ever, she is very beautiful
rebecca
somebody was tapping on her screen. It was a man. He was tall. He had dark hair. Facial hair too, she could remember. His front teeth were separated by a gap and he had a lisp. “Anne, anne!” somebody cried urgently. She looked through the screen.
MC
Somebody told me that they loved me last night.
I didn’t understand, but I didn’t fight.
It was sweet, and I was surprised.
It made my heart race, it brought tears to my eyes.
Somebody loves me somewhere out there.
And somebody, somewhere, seems to care.
Lee Wright
I always wondered what you would look like.
Who you would be.
You were always “somebody”.
But now you’re my world.
My home.
My security.
You could never be just somebody again.
somebody that I used to know. you hurt me so much. that’s why you’re only a stranger to me now, leaving behind your dust of nasty memories. I would say I regret it, but I’ve grown from you. I’ve become stronger for the next somebody.
aly
I just want to be more than just somebody to you…..
the globe turns round
and each second
and every fraction of each second
there is a new somebody
that’s science
how many will survive or succumb?
no one can estimate questions of this sort
but we can sit back and watch
all the somebody(s)
I was a somebody. By my choice, I turned into a nobody. I hate myself for taking advantage of what I had. Now I’m living the regret, every single day.
madeline
Who is somebody
it can be broken down as some and body
a body is a whole -mechanism of parts working in unison
some is a small number
i can know somebody
i search for somebody
flo maroney
Someday I will be somebody. That day I will be the person I wish to be and I will do what I want. However, someday when I am the somebody I want to be, will I truly be happy? Is that the somebody I want to be.
Kimiko
When I’m not, somebody out there is. Somebody out there is better than me. And I hate that thought. Somebody out there works harder than me and will always be better than me. Somebody out there is my sister.
madeline
Somebody mindblocks me
I cant think because this somebody
is like a big lump of death
in the center of the earth
Somebody is black and light reflected in every color of the visible spectrum
Somebody could be anybody
Somebody is nobody and everybody at the same time
Somebody is everywhere
Im scared
I need somebody to love, even if it’s just some body
yth
A person that is known to you or just a random person on the street. I know a lot of people that I would say in a sentence you know that somebody is pretty awesome. But somebody who is your friend should mean a lot to you instead of being nothing. Somebody should love me.
bob
I think of the people in my school.
Curt
don’t we all want that? to be the somebody that somebody thinks is somebody? to be the person we’ve wanted to be our whole lives, modeled on other somebodies we think we should be modeled on? sometimes that somebody just isn’t worth it.
I want to be somebody. Not the somebody that I am right now. People say that being yourself is good, but myself is a terrible person to be. I want to be somebody who is generous, kind, and welcoming, with a good education.
somebody. I’m just the somebody. Just like a nobody, except with a face. You may not know me. You know my face, you know my voice and you know what my hair looks like. I think id rather be a nobody.
Mahdi
Somebody said I had beautiful eyes. I always try and look, but you can never see your own, just one at a time. Maybe it is the twin spheres of blue and black and white that make the beauty, together, alone nothing but reflections.
Serene
I wondered what it’s like to be somebody. To have a name for yourself, to have something to your name. I wondered what it would be like to have somebody to love and to hold, to have somebody to care for you. I wondered, right before i started the bathtub, right before I got out my friend for the last time.
Somebody is something that everyone craves. It feels like every single person on the planet is trying to find somebody and when they find somebody they want a different somebody.
Naomi
Who is somebody? That’s really anybody. If you think that making it is ‘being somebody’, well, you already are some body. Your body.
John Komarek
There is something about this person that makes me wonder about everything this world has to offer. I have a new appreciation for the way the sun shines, the grass grows, and the world turns.
William
Everyday is filled with a bunch of somebodies. It’s up to you to figure them out and put yourself out there and meet them. They could turn out to be something important. Irrelevant? A lesson? Who knows what somebody is capable of but you have to figure it out.
Samantha
Do you know me?
Have you ever known me?
Am I somebody?
Do you know where?
Do you know how?
Am I somebody?
somebody told me that i was right for you. somebody told me that so much that I began to believe it. but im not right for you. so im still looking for the right person.
somebody boarded the ship
jumped off
into the great abyss
of broken dreams
there was somebody i knew and he was the greatest person i had met. He was the love of my life and my heart cried out for him. HIs face was handsome and his body was amazing. the love of my life is sombody i used to know.
I feel like I have spent a large sum of my life trying to be somebody, but I’m not sure what the qualifications are. I always feel like I am an nobody in a world of somebodies.
I know somebody who doesn’t care about my cats. I don’t want to talk about her, but it has been a hard year. Longer than that, with cat attitudes and stalking times. With whole corn flour milk and baby toe salad, not salad but blankets on the floor. Are you giving me that time back? Because I really need it. It is somebody else’s alarm, but it affects me in my stalking place. It isn’t possible to be an isolated protein.
You were somebody who loved me
somebody to talk to
somebody to dance with
and then you lost it all for her
and now you are nobody
walked past me. I wasn’t certain who it was, or why they were there, in the corridor at 9am. They must have been waiting for the bell. Clawry just sighed and continued walking. “So, what’s the idea?”
“Wouldn’t I like to know.” We just sighed and shrugged. The chocolate pastries were gone. We had eaten the last of them yesterday.
A lantern. There was a slow hot wind, old stone, and somebody standing in the doorway.
Anybody? Somebody could be the most important person in the world to anybody else, but obviously not you. And it is strange to think that. Somebody isn’t ever nobody. Not ever. But they are nobody to you. Humans are strange.
i once read in a book that if every child in england smiled at everyone they saw then everyone would get smiled at 300 times
i wonder if somebody would notice?
if somebody could tell that maybe every kid had ganged up for smile day
and that maybe it was okay for a bit
and maybe everyone could forget about things
nobody.
It was…. somebody. Somebody who had been here before. I normally know the names of all of our customers, but this one’s had slipped.
somebody i know is named kiana and kiana and i became best friends the minute we met and we even ride the same bus and go to dance class together.
somebody. Somebody was tapping on her window. It was a man with dark hair. Facial hair too. He smiled. His front teeth had a gap between them. “Anne! Anne, it’s me” somebody exclaimed, with somewhat of a lisp. She looked through the window. She smiled.
Somebody is what I am. Somebody is kind to me. Somebody is not.
i love nicole seward she is everything to me and i love her with all my heart and i want to spend the rest of my life with her i will love her forever and ever, she is very beautiful
somebody was tapping on her screen. It was a man. He was tall. He had dark hair. Facial hair too, she could remember. His front teeth were separated by a gap and he had a lisp. “Anne, anne!” somebody cried urgently. She looked through the screen.
Somebody told me that they loved me last night.
I didn’t understand, but I didn’t fight.
It was sweet, and I was surprised.
It made my heart race, it brought tears to my eyes.
Somebody loves me somewhere out there.
And somebody, somewhere, seems to care.
I always wondered what you would look like.
Who you would be.
You were always “somebody”.
But now you’re my world.
My home.
My security.
You could never be just somebody again.
somebody that I used to know. you hurt me so much. that’s why you’re only a stranger to me now, leaving behind your dust of nasty memories. I would say I regret it, but I’ve grown from you. I’ve become stronger for the next somebody.
I just want to be more than just somebody to you…..
the globe turns round
and each second
and every fraction of each second
there is a new somebody
that’s science
how many will survive or succumb?
no one can estimate questions of this sort
but we can sit back and watch
all the somebody(s)
Somebody told me life was supposed to be easy. Easy? Man, if this was easy, we’d all be doin it.
I was a somebody. By my choice, I turned into a nobody. I hate myself for taking advantage of what I had. Now I’m living the regret, every single day.
Who is somebody
it can be broken down as some and body
a body is a whole -mechanism of parts working in unison
some is a small number
i can know somebody
i search for somebody
Someday I will be somebody. That day I will be the person I wish to be and I will do what I want. However, someday when I am the somebody I want to be, will I truly be happy? Is that the somebody I want to be.
When I’m not, somebody out there is. Somebody out there is better than me. And I hate that thought. Somebody out there works harder than me and will always be better than me. Somebody out there is my sister.
Somebody mindblocks me
I cant think because this somebody
is like a big lump of death
in the center of the earth
Somebody is black and light reflected in every color of the visible spectrum
Somebody could be anybody
Somebody is nobody and everybody at the same time
Somebody is everywhere
Im scared
I need somebody to love, even if it’s just some body
A person that is known to you or just a random person on the street. I know a lot of people that I would say in a sentence you know that somebody is pretty awesome. But somebody who is your friend should mean a lot to you instead of being nothing. Somebody should love me.
I think of the people in my school.
don’t we all want that? to be the somebody that somebody thinks is somebody? to be the person we’ve wanted to be our whole lives, modeled on other somebodies we think we should be modeled on? sometimes that somebody just isn’t worth it.
I want to be somebody. Not the somebody that I am right now. People say that being yourself is good, but myself is a terrible person to be. I want to be somebody who is generous, kind, and welcoming, with a good education.
somebody. I’m just the somebody. Just like a nobody, except with a face. You may not know me. You know my face, you know my voice and you know what my hair looks like. I think id rather be a nobody.
Somebody said I had beautiful eyes. I always try and look, but you can never see your own, just one at a time. Maybe it is the twin spheres of blue and black and white that make the beauty, together, alone nothing but reflections.
I wondered what it’s like to be somebody. To have a name for yourself, to have something to your name. I wondered what it would be like to have somebody to love and to hold, to have somebody to care for you. I wondered, right before i started the bathtub, right before I got out my friend for the last time.
Somebody is something that everyone craves. It feels like every single person on the planet is trying to find somebody and when they find somebody they want a different somebody.
Who is somebody? That’s really anybody. If you think that making it is ‘being somebody’, well, you already are some body. Your body.
There is something about this person that makes me wonder about everything this world has to offer. I have a new appreciation for the way the sun shines, the grass grows, and the world turns.
Everyday is filled with a bunch of somebodies. It’s up to you to figure them out and put yourself out there and meet them. They could turn out to be something important. Irrelevant? A lesson? Who knows what somebody is capable of but you have to figure it out.
Do you know me?
Have you ever known me?
Am I somebody?
Do you know where?
Do you know how?
Am I somebody?