Does someone care for me out there?
Does someone know I’m here waiting for them?
Are they waiting for me?
Are they waiting for me to find them?
We’ll find each other some day.
I know it.
Alexandra
I always wanted to be somebody. But yesterday I opened my eyes to an empty world, blank grey walls, pocked here or there where the concrete was disintegrating, a dusty yellow slit of light filtering through the dust, and only the sound of other inmates rising for another morning, same as yesterday, same as tomorrow. I had become nobody.
Mickey Love
my body against
some body
yet this body is not merely any,
the curve of your hip,
the scar on your lip
pressed tightly to me
who looks at me with these really piercing glances and i feel exposed
and its not a trusting look
and i don’t know why
but it makes me love you
and i hate that
katie
Bacon-flavored tooth paste.
Somebody thought it was a good idea.
The word somebody has no identity.
Somebody could be anybody.
“Who is that?”
“Oh that’s just somebody”.
Somebody could be anybody.
Somebody has probably called me somebody.
I don’t know who
everyone
who knows?
me?
you?
we are all our own somebody
yet we may not know them yet
crooned from the radio
or whispered silently
who are they? everyone.
everything.
me. and you. and them.
Alice
Is there anyone here? It’s been a month since everything changed. I still don’t know much about it. It’s weird not having voices constantly bombarding you with news. I know that everyone else is gone. Or at least everyone I ever cared for. I send this in hope of a response. Is anyone there? Someone?
LadyLaz
Yesterday I woke up
and realized
that I exist.
You were sleeping beside
me,
material
skin and bones and muscles and
tendons
all breath and mass and
small movements
and my heart was beating
in my wrists and temples
the texture of your skin
on my skin
almost too much to
handle
as tightly as I curled
into myself
organs tight-packed
together, bones
touching through skin, I
could not
disappear.
Somebody hurt me before. They didn’t mean to. It was my fault too. I let them in too close i guess. That was the best part about it in hindsight. I let them in. Hurting feels ok once it passes and turns into a lesson. I just wish some lessons didn’t have to hurt.
Somebody had seen me. I hadn’t been as thorough as I should have been. The sweat had built up on the bridge of my nose as I paced back and forth across the well worn linoleum floor.
Jenni
is the everbody, is the other, is the silohette of the unknown – the darkened visage peering at you on the train. if there is a somebody, there is a you
Nadia Natafgi
By somebody I mean nobody. And By that I mean Everybody. What I really mean is that it is definitely someone in particular. Maybe even someone special. No, no, no, no! It’s absolutely nobody. Just a friend, you could say. A stupid, weird, irritating friend. I barely think of this friend, in case you were thinking otherwise. He’s absolutely nobody…but possibly everything! Oh, shut up brain! I swear I’ve never met that man in my life. Please ignore my confused mind. It is hard to convince yourself your feelings when your head refuses to listen. Well let’s try this again. sighhhhh. This somebody might actually be the devil reincarnated and I hate him with all my heart but for some reason he’s stuck in my head.
Violet
You were somebody that i used to know. I knew you for only a few years but those years meant so much. You meant so much to me, now i barely know you. I barely know who you are and I miss that. I want to call you and not miss you, but missing you makes me remember you and it means that you’re still real.
Shannon O'Connor
i want to tell them that they will be somebody. What does it take to be that “somebody” how do we measure that somebody, is it stacked against someone who embodies the characteristics of someone who has become a somebody or against the nobodies?
henry. the love of my life. the turbulent passionate mistake that has controlled my life for almost a year. it is hell on earth and the most wonderful, exciting thing that has ever happened to me. hes leaving soon.
chelsea
Everyone in the world is a somebody. It wouldn’t quite do to be a nobody. We’re somebody because we were just born with the consciousness to recognize that we’re some… body. A mass of cells in a magnificent world full of other bodies.
Nathan
I have yet to know
remains unknown
And I can’t wait to get to know
that somebody
spargraphy
Bravery is having the courage to go up to someone you don’t know and tell them something that will make them smile. To make the day of a stranger. The idea is that somebody, somewhere is having a crappy day and taking it upon yourself to find them and do something small, just to help make things a little bit better…a little bit brighter. It’s something that can make your day, too, if you let it.
Somebody loves you. That what they tell you in a Hallmark moment. Somebody loves you. And this comes from someone who is a friend or a relative and they won’t name themselves. Talk about being anonymous. Hi Jean, Happy Birthday, Somebody loves you. I just don’t get it.
Somebody is who you are always waiting for, they might already be on the outskirts of your life or they might be really close to what you build. Somebody might not have come yet and your search for them writes your life, you must understand, this is the bullshit called love.
ana
It’s an amorphous shape just somebody is like a cartoon outline where the particularities and peculiarities of flesh, the distinctive birthmark, the droopy thighs, the bruised elbow, the distended belly don’t matter it’s all about just being….a body abody body expired.
rebecca
Somebody, that’s all they wish for. To be somebody to someone as if dependence matters, but it doesn’t. By yourself all alone is still somebody, probably that ‘somebody’ getting wasted with all their friends tonight.
Maddie
The pressure to be somebody is always on. The pressure to have something, anything is always pounding, raging. But why oh why does it even matter. We will all be forgotten eventually. We are as likely to hurt the world as we are to help it and we’re not likely to do either. We are all crashing down on oblivion like the hardest wave of reality crashing on gone forever beach. We may have billions of years left in this world but no matter how many good things we do mundane will wash over our remains and memories like its nobody’s buisiness. We will never be somebody.
Maddie
Somebody once told me to try my hardest no matter what in everything that I do. Somebody also told me to try to have fun too whenever I do anything.
Emily
Somebody once told me that there’s nothing better than loving someone and having them love you back. I’m not so sure that I believe that it’s the best thing in the world, but it’s definitely pretty great. I think that the best kind of love, in this sense, is the love of a child for his/her parent. Something about it is rejuvenating. It makes you remember why you’re alive…
Risa
He used to be the only
Somebody in my life;
Always by my side
In my heart,
In my eyes;
Later he left
And I found that
He could be
Anybody
Somebody loves me more than I thought possible. Then another somebody. Then I realize I love me , too. And I can love somebody better than I ever thought I could.
LailaLCR
It’s funny how somebody you meet one day can become such a huge part of your life. They can be a best friend, or someone you hate, or even the one person in the world who you would take a bullet for.
Mairin
Somebody out there surely thinks the same as me, I find it difficult to think that I am alone when everything makes logical sense.
PetitePommes
somebody once told me that God thinks I am beautiful
it bothered me that this person would assume that I am not
that somebody was a prophet
he could hear Gods voice, but I think he couldn’t
I think he said that because I am 20lbs overweight and probably insecure
Jamie
Wow!! She has some body!!
Joseph Leff
my baby, i dont know where i would be without her. she is a new chapter and refresing chapter. and has taught me so much about myself and about who i would like to become. we just vibe, she understands my humor my slow moments, and my creativity. we just work
xihuanel
The priest washed her innocence away, a hidden somebody attained the forbidden formula and is using it to feed their demons.
Somebody was at the door again. Elenor’s heart pounded. She could her the blood rush past her eardrums. The voice in her head warned her again of the dangers of strangers. Better to stay where you are. Better to just keep hiding.
somebody is looking outside the window, somebody see the dog running, move the window…closing it. Somebody is sad, is thinking too much to be happy.
jessica
Somebody I knew from the past was standing across the street staring at me. I didn’t know who it was or what they wanted but I recognized them from somewhere. Somebody walked across the highway towards me and suddenly I realized who it was. They weren’t a somebody anymore.
Banana
You are the person that I refuse to talk about to my parents. You are the book I cannot finish. You the hug that never lasts long enough.
Does someone care for me out there?
Does someone know I’m here waiting for them?
Are they waiting for me?
Are they waiting for me to find them?
We’ll find each other some day.
I know it.
I always wanted to be somebody. But yesterday I opened my eyes to an empty world, blank grey walls, pocked here or there where the concrete was disintegrating, a dusty yellow slit of light filtering through the dust, and only the sound of other inmates rising for another morning, same as yesterday, same as tomorrow. I had become nobody.
my body against
some body
yet this body is not merely any,
the curve of your hip,
the scar on your lip
pressed tightly to me
who looks at me with these really piercing glances and i feel exposed
and its not a trusting look
and i don’t know why
but it makes me love you
and i hate that
Bacon-flavored tooth paste.
Somebody thought it was a good idea.
The word somebody has no identity.
Somebody could be anybody.
“Who is that?”
“Oh that’s just somebody”.
Somebody could be anybody.
Somebody has probably called me somebody.
I don’t know who
everyone
who knows?
me?
you?
we are all our own somebody
yet we may not know them yet
crooned from the radio
or whispered silently
who are they? everyone.
everything.
me. and you. and them.
Is there anyone here? It’s been a month since everything changed. I still don’t know much about it. It’s weird not having voices constantly bombarding you with news. I know that everyone else is gone. Or at least everyone I ever cared for. I send this in hope of a response. Is anyone there? Someone?
Yesterday I woke up
and realized
that I exist.
You were sleeping beside
me,
material
skin and bones and muscles and
tendons
all breath and mass and
small movements
and my heart was beating
in my wrists and temples
the texture of your skin
on my skin
almost too much to
handle
as tightly as I curled
into myself
organs tight-packed
together, bones
touching through skin, I
could not
disappear.
A collage.
A pronoun.
A word lost in a conversation.
Dust.
Thrown air waves.
That is who you are now.
Are you happy this is all that amounted?
Somebody hurt me before. They didn’t mean to. It was my fault too. I let them in too close i guess. That was the best part about it in hindsight. I let them in. Hurting feels ok once it passes and turns into a lesson. I just wish some lessons didn’t have to hurt.
Somebody had seen me. I hadn’t been as thorough as I should have been. The sweat had built up on the bridge of my nose as I paced back and forth across the well worn linoleum floor.
is the everbody, is the other, is the silohette of the unknown – the darkened visage peering at you on the train. if there is a somebody, there is a you
By somebody I mean nobody. And By that I mean Everybody. What I really mean is that it is definitely someone in particular. Maybe even someone special. No, no, no, no! It’s absolutely nobody. Just a friend, you could say. A stupid, weird, irritating friend. I barely think of this friend, in case you were thinking otherwise. He’s absolutely nobody…but possibly everything! Oh, shut up brain! I swear I’ve never met that man in my life. Please ignore my confused mind. It is hard to convince yourself your feelings when your head refuses to listen. Well let’s try this again. sighhhhh. This somebody might actually be the devil reincarnated and I hate him with all my heart but for some reason he’s stuck in my head.
You were somebody that i used to know. I knew you for only a few years but those years meant so much. You meant so much to me, now i barely know you. I barely know who you are and I miss that. I want to call you and not miss you, but missing you makes me remember you and it means that you’re still real.
i want to tell them that they will be somebody. What does it take to be that “somebody” how do we measure that somebody, is it stacked against someone who embodies the characteristics of someone who has become a somebody or against the nobodies?
Somebody I care for can’t care for me back. I want them back…I want them back.
henry. the love of my life. the turbulent passionate mistake that has controlled my life for almost a year. it is hell on earth and the most wonderful, exciting thing that has ever happened to me. hes leaving soon.
Everyone in the world is a somebody. It wouldn’t quite do to be a nobody. We’re somebody because we were just born with the consciousness to recognize that we’re some… body. A mass of cells in a magnificent world full of other bodies.
I have yet to know
remains unknown
And I can’t wait to get to know
that somebody
Bravery is having the courage to go up to someone you don’t know and tell them something that will make them smile. To make the day of a stranger. The idea is that somebody, somewhere is having a crappy day and taking it upon yourself to find them and do something small, just to help make things a little bit better…a little bit brighter. It’s something that can make your day, too, if you let it.
Somebody loves you. That what they tell you in a Hallmark moment. Somebody loves you. And this comes from someone who is a friend or a relative and they won’t name themselves. Talk about being anonymous. Hi Jean, Happy Birthday, Somebody loves you. I just don’t get it.
Somebody is who you are always waiting for, they might already be on the outskirts of your life or they might be really close to what you build. Somebody might not have come yet and your search for them writes your life, you must understand, this is the bullshit called love.
It’s an amorphous shape just somebody is like a cartoon outline where the particularities and peculiarities of flesh, the distinctive birthmark, the droopy thighs, the bruised elbow, the distended belly don’t matter it’s all about just being….a body abody body expired.
Somebody, that’s all they wish for. To be somebody to someone as if dependence matters, but it doesn’t. By yourself all alone is still somebody, probably that ‘somebody’ getting wasted with all their friends tonight.
The pressure to be somebody is always on. The pressure to have something, anything is always pounding, raging. But why oh why does it even matter. We will all be forgotten eventually. We are as likely to hurt the world as we are to help it and we’re not likely to do either. We are all crashing down on oblivion like the hardest wave of reality crashing on gone forever beach. We may have billions of years left in this world but no matter how many good things we do mundane will wash over our remains and memories like its nobody’s buisiness. We will never be somebody.
Somebody once told me to try my hardest no matter what in everything that I do. Somebody also told me to try to have fun too whenever I do anything.
Somebody once told me that there’s nothing better than loving someone and having them love you back. I’m not so sure that I believe that it’s the best thing in the world, but it’s definitely pretty great. I think that the best kind of love, in this sense, is the love of a child for his/her parent. Something about it is rejuvenating. It makes you remember why you’re alive…
He used to be the only
Somebody in my life;
Always by my side
In my heart,
In my eyes;
Later he left
And I found that
He could be
Anybody
Somebody loves me more than I thought possible. Then another somebody. Then I realize I love me , too. And I can love somebody better than I ever thought I could.
It’s funny how somebody you meet one day can become such a huge part of your life. They can be a best friend, or someone you hate, or even the one person in the world who you would take a bullet for.
Somebody out there surely thinks the same as me, I find it difficult to think that I am alone when everything makes logical sense.
somebody once told me that God thinks I am beautiful
it bothered me that this person would assume that I am not
that somebody was a prophet
he could hear Gods voice, but I think he couldn’t
I think he said that because I am 20lbs overweight and probably insecure
Wow!! She has some body!!
my baby, i dont know where i would be without her. she is a new chapter and refresing chapter. and has taught me so much about myself and about who i would like to become. we just vibe, she understands my humor my slow moments, and my creativity. we just work
The priest washed her innocence away, a hidden somebody attained the forbidden formula and is using it to feed their demons.
Somebody was at the door again. Elenor’s heart pounded. She could her the blood rush past her eardrums. The voice in her head warned her again of the dangers of strangers. Better to stay where you are. Better to just keep hiding.
somebody is looking outside the window, somebody see the dog running, move the window…closing it. Somebody is sad, is thinking too much to be happy.
Somebody I knew from the past was standing across the street staring at me. I didn’t know who it was or what they wanted but I recognized them from somewhere. Somebody walked across the highway towards me and suddenly I realized who it was. They weren’t a somebody anymore.
You are the person that I refuse to talk about to my parents. You are the book I cannot finish. You the hug that never lasts long enough.