I didn’t want to become this stranger-like figure in your life. Sure, things weren’t going right and we chose to end it once and for all, but that didn’t mean a complete separation from our past life. I liked the afternoons we spent in the coffee shop just chatting about inane matters that wouldn’t interest anyone but you. And the late night calls when I just needed a metaphorical shoulder to cry on.
Maybe I was never that someone for you, but I just wanted you to know that you were that somebody for me.
muddy screens
spattered stars
splintered deck
sprinkled face
breath gush
moss toes smush
leaf kiss peat
branch brush
rustle hush
chin to indigo
stars face touch
Ciara
Who are you?
You passer by?
When was it you laughed?
When was it Cried?
Who did you love?
Who did you lose?
A face in the crowd
but somebody
to someone else.
Somebody is staring.
I’m with nobody.
That somebody has no body.
Lolita Nabokov
Somebody will have to pay for the damage to my home. I could not believe the sight that greeted me as I returned home for the supermarket. It appear that a truck ran off the road and struck the back of my house, and destroyed my garden and two window also.
I am somebody, not just an anybody, definitely not a nobody, but somebody. I am someone, the only one like me. It is sad how sometimes others can’t see that I am not just a body, a brain, a soul but all three. I am somebody.
i knew somebody, they use to mean everything to me. they still do but they are no longer in my life. they once were my everything. The heart within me. My heart was within them. I was kiss that somebody lips. One shared moments with that somebody. Once felt ever touch from that somebody. a
hey
Hurt me. Told me I wasn’t good enough. Here I am deciding not to listen and sing the cares away even if it won’t pay the bills.
StephanieF
Somebody once told me that I could do anything I wanted. I find it funny, then, that I’ve ended up doing everything but what I want. I’m stuck acting out a script that is nothing like what I ever would’ve imagined I would submit to. But still, whenever I see a smile child with eyes filled with endless dreams, I always tell him he can do anything he wants.
Meghan
Somebody said
“hello”
while sombody said
“goodbye”
and somebody, somewhere
didn’t know why.
Amelia
somebody i used to know, somebody special. somebody i would like to get close to again. somebody that i knew so well and now feel like i know nothing about. i want this somebody in my life again
Jordan C
somebody is some one who’s made an impression upon another. i am a “somebody”.
Gwen
I’m just somebody you once knew. You’re somebody I never knew.
kliv
Else and the other, opposite of self. He is short and intelligent with sturdy brown boots. He lives down under where the trees have fewer branches. He lies.
Nicholl
somebody once told me we love the moon too much, complain about the sun a lot and praise the stars to the heavens. But what would the sky be without stars and moons and suns
Noorhan
A boring kid was born
Grew up boring and forlorn
And he longed to be somebody
But the suggestion brought on scorn
He went to a boring school
Did boring things just to look cool
And be an ordinary someone
Who followed every single rule
When he graduated from that prison
He felt his odds had no more risen
So he kept up his appearances
And maintained a boring vision
Still he longed for other things
Telling stories about kings
And travelling across the globe
Golden rings and strings and swings
But he fought away his strife
Found a boring little wife
Had two kids, a dog and a mortgage
And lived a boring little life
And when the boring man grew old
There were no stories of be told
Of his dull and arid life, just a shell
So very boring and so cold
And then one day he died
Hardly anybody cried
Because no one thought him anybody
What on his tombstone was inscribed?
Who is that somebody that I always see around me? He has auburn hair that falls across his forehead and deep blue eyes, accentuated by a sharp nose. He hardly talks but his stare is captivating. Who is this somebody that has caught my heart?
Sylvia
somebody knows my secret. they know all my bad sides and my faults. they have known me for a year but I’ve yet to believe that they know what I’m truly made of. somebody is looking for a void to be filled and i want to fill it, and i blame this illness that I have for keeping me from doing that. that somebody is somebody that i love and they’ll probably never return it. fuck my life. i wanted a clean slate and it’s stained and i hate it so much, all weekend it made me sick, so very very sick. my heart is in shreds.
ashley
Somebody is awesome.
Somebody is beautiful.
Somebody is pretty.
Somebody loves.
Everyone is somebody. They are effective in others’ lives. A somebody is not a nobody, and a nobody can always be a somebody.
Somebody has invented the wheel. and the lightbulb.
Somebody has made a difference in foreign policy, or policy back home.
Somebody made a difference in a starving kid’s life.
Somebody made a difference in a family member’s own.
Marco
that I used to know. some body, anybody, this person. this body. this this. this. some.
rachelle
It’s lonely down here. I mean, down here among everyone else. It’s lonely to not be a somebody. It’s hard to be part of the everybody, but to be a somebody, up there in the light… That would be something. That would be everything.
somebody made it to where somebody is the only word I’m getting. That somebody sucks.
Nope
somebody is special. somebody drives me crazy. somebody is watching me. somebody likes me. I like somebody.
ken
Somebody is waiting. For you. Some body is in the grave. Some body is dancing. Somebody doesn’t like me. Somebody knows. Knows too much. Can’t say. Hasn’t said. Has been sent. Somebody. Anybody. Nobody. Everybody.
Chris
Somebody that I used to know. Somebody that holds my heart and somebody who I have not yet met, but hoping I one day will. Somebody that will love me.
Jen
The loading bar is a blue gradient, somebody designed that.
Janelle
I am somebody. who are you, are you somebody too? I am somebody procrastinating and your are something facilitating that. I didn’t read the directions, just clicked go because of visual hierarchy, because I am somebody who is want to rush. And that is a sentence that wants me to use ‘someone’ in place of ‘somebody.’
Janelle
that i used to know just went by me, he looked to be in poor shape, limping down the street. “What’s happened to him?” I wondered as I walked the other way. My memory leaped back to the time we used to hang out…
Kjersti Titlestad
Somebody walked by the cafe window. She was dark, fair, and vicious. Her eyes were painted in a jade veil and her curls swam on the morning sun. A skinny greyhound trailed after her, its long legs piercing the sidewalk like toothpicks.
Taylor Kigar
That one person who can make you laugh
Whose smile you can’t resist
Who could make your day
And make you feel special whenever you’re together
is in the other room. why is he staring at me. my purple eyes can not see a single movement he makes. his kind lips frown towards me. What the hell am I suppose to think? This isn’t real he whispered to me. I could hardly hear him over the loud fan in the window. I think I know what you mean, I replied. He said if I would agree to buy him cookies, I just might be able to sleep with him. I am not gay I said, and walked away.
Dakota Timmons
Somebody once told me that I looked Chinese. My own mother thinks I must be a Chinese boy. My dance class thinks I must be a guy. So does my classmate. Maybe I don’t know who I am, but I look in the mirror, and all I see is the same white female I always have.
Somebody to be there. Somebody to care. Somebody who understands. Somebody to hold my hand. I look and see no one. Maybe somebody is me. I will be my somebody.
Amanda
Somebody is not one body but every body. Every body has somebody that loves their body … their soul, their being. That somebody is out there for you. That one body has somebody. That somebody may be you.
kms
they run. they hide. they are always there, but never there. they are the ones that forget their own names, and they always forget mine too. they are you. they are me. they are everybody, and everybody is somebody.
Sef Chang
Somebody once told me that you had a girlfriend that looked like a boyfriend. That same somebody told me that they didn’t like your boyfriend when she looked like a girlfriend. They kept denouncing your said friendship so that you wouldn’t be able to love anyone. They didn’t understand that your girlfriend who looked like a boyfriend is your person to love, and that you had every right to love them.
Amin Nash
Bobby’s journey during Being Alive: from someone to somebody: from mocking intimacy to begging for it. Loneliness kicks in, as well as the desire for affection. Who does not want to be loved?
“Just somebody you used to know.”
I didn’t want to become this stranger-like figure in your life. Sure, things weren’t going right and we chose to end it once and for all, but that didn’t mean a complete separation from our past life. I liked the afternoons we spent in the coffee shop just chatting about inane matters that wouldn’t interest anyone but you. And the late night calls when I just needed a metaphorical shoulder to cry on.
Maybe I was never that someone for you, but I just wanted you to know that you were that somebody for me.
muddy screens
spattered stars
splintered deck
sprinkled face
breath gush
moss toes smush
leaf kiss peat
branch brush
rustle hush
chin to indigo
stars face touch
Who are you?
You passer by?
When was it you laughed?
When was it Cried?
Who did you love?
Who did you lose?
A face in the crowd
but somebody
to someone else.
Somebody is staring.
I’m with nobody.
That somebody has no body.
Somebody will have to pay for the damage to my home. I could not believe the sight that greeted me as I returned home for the supermarket. It appear that a truck ran off the road and struck the back of my house, and destroyed my garden and two window also.
Hurt me. Told me I wasn’t good enough. Here I am deciding not to listen and sing the cares away even if it won’t pay the bills.
I am somebody, not just an anybody, definitely not a nobody, but somebody. I am someone, the only one like me. It is sad how sometimes others can’t see that I am not just a body, a brain, a soul but all three. I am somebody.
i knew somebody, they use to mean everything to me. they still do but they are no longer in my life. they once were my everything. The heart within me. My heart was within them. I was kiss that somebody lips. One shared moments with that somebody. Once felt ever touch from that somebody. a
Hurt me. Told me I wasn’t good enough. Here I am deciding not to listen and sing the cares away even if it won’t pay the bills.
Somebody once told me that I could do anything I wanted. I find it funny, then, that I’ve ended up doing everything but what I want. I’m stuck acting out a script that is nothing like what I ever would’ve imagined I would submit to. But still, whenever I see a smile child with eyes filled with endless dreams, I always tell him he can do anything he wants.
Somebody said
“hello”
while sombody said
“goodbye”
and somebody, somewhere
didn’t know why.
somebody i used to know, somebody special. somebody i would like to get close to again. somebody that i knew so well and now feel like i know nothing about. i want this somebody in my life again
somebody is some one who’s made an impression upon another. i am a “somebody”.
I’m just somebody you once knew. You’re somebody I never knew.
Else and the other, opposite of self. He is short and intelligent with sturdy brown boots. He lives down under where the trees have fewer branches. He lies.
somebody once told me we love the moon too much, complain about the sun a lot and praise the stars to the heavens. But what would the sky be without stars and moons and suns
A boring kid was born
Grew up boring and forlorn
And he longed to be somebody
But the suggestion brought on scorn
He went to a boring school
Did boring things just to look cool
And be an ordinary someone
Who followed every single rule
When he graduated from that prison
He felt his odds had no more risen
So he kept up his appearances
And maintained a boring vision
Still he longed for other things
Telling stories about kings
And travelling across the globe
Golden rings and strings and swings
But he fought away his strife
Found a boring little wife
Had two kids, a dog and a mortgage
And lived a boring little life
And when the boring man grew old
There were no stories of be told
Of his dull and arid life, just a shell
So very boring and so cold
And then one day he died
Hardly anybody cried
Because no one thought him anybody
What on his tombstone was inscribed?
I don’t quite remember.
Who is that somebody that I always see around me? He has auburn hair that falls across his forehead and deep blue eyes, accentuated by a sharp nose. He hardly talks but his stare is captivating. Who is this somebody that has caught my heart?
somebody knows my secret. they know all my bad sides and my faults. they have known me for a year but I’ve yet to believe that they know what I’m truly made of. somebody is looking for a void to be filled and i want to fill it, and i blame this illness that I have for keeping me from doing that. that somebody is somebody that i love and they’ll probably never return it. fuck my life. i wanted a clean slate and it’s stained and i hate it so much, all weekend it made me sick, so very very sick. my heart is in shreds.
Somebody is awesome.
Somebody is beautiful.
Somebody is pretty.
Somebody loves.
Everyone is somebody. They are effective in others’ lives. A somebody is not a nobody, and a nobody can always be a somebody.
Somebody has invented the wheel. and the lightbulb.
Somebody has made a difference in foreign policy, or policy back home.
Somebody made a difference in a starving kid’s life.
Somebody made a difference in a family member’s own.
that I used to know. some body, anybody, this person. this body. this this. this. some.
It’s lonely down here. I mean, down here among everyone else. It’s lonely to not be a somebody. It’s hard to be part of the everybody, but to be a somebody, up there in the light… That would be something. That would be everything.
somebody made it to where somebody is the only word I’m getting. That somebody sucks.
somebody is special. somebody drives me crazy. somebody is watching me. somebody likes me. I like somebody.
Somebody is waiting. For you. Some body is in the grave. Some body is dancing. Somebody doesn’t like me. Somebody knows. Knows too much. Can’t say. Hasn’t said. Has been sent. Somebody. Anybody. Nobody. Everybody.
Somebody that I used to know. Somebody that holds my heart and somebody who I have not yet met, but hoping I one day will. Somebody that will love me.
The loading bar is a blue gradient, somebody designed that.
I am somebody. who are you, are you somebody too? I am somebody procrastinating and your are something facilitating that. I didn’t read the directions, just clicked go because of visual hierarchy, because I am somebody who is want to rush. And that is a sentence that wants me to use ‘someone’ in place of ‘somebody.’
that i used to know just went by me, he looked to be in poor shape, limping down the street. “What’s happened to him?” I wondered as I walked the other way. My memory leaped back to the time we used to hang out…
Somebody walked by the cafe window. She was dark, fair, and vicious. Her eyes were painted in a jade veil and her curls swam on the morning sun. A skinny greyhound trailed after her, its long legs piercing the sidewalk like toothpicks.
That one person who can make you laugh
Whose smile you can’t resist
Who could make your day
And make you feel special whenever you’re together
is in the other room. why is he staring at me. my purple eyes can not see a single movement he makes. his kind lips frown towards me. What the hell am I suppose to think? This isn’t real he whispered to me. I could hardly hear him over the loud fan in the window. I think I know what you mean, I replied. He said if I would agree to buy him cookies, I just might be able to sleep with him. I am not gay I said, and walked away.
Somebody once told me that I looked Chinese. My own mother thinks I must be a Chinese boy. My dance class thinks I must be a guy. So does my classmate. Maybe I don’t know who I am, but I look in the mirror, and all I see is the same white female I always have.
Somebody to be there. Somebody to care. Somebody who understands. Somebody to hold my hand. I look and see no one. Maybe somebody is me. I will be my somebody.
Somebody is not one body but every body. Every body has somebody that loves their body … their soul, their being. That somebody is out there for you. That one body has somebody. That somebody may be you.
they run. they hide. they are always there, but never there. they are the ones that forget their own names, and they always forget mine too. they are you. they are me. they are everybody, and everybody is somebody.
Somebody once told me that you had a girlfriend that looked like a boyfriend. That same somebody told me that they didn’t like your boyfriend when she looked like a girlfriend. They kept denouncing your said friendship so that you wouldn’t be able to love anyone. They didn’t understand that your girlfriend who looked like a boyfriend is your person to love, and that you had every right to love them.
Bobby’s journey during Being Alive: from someone to somebody: from mocking intimacy to begging for it. Loneliness kicks in, as well as the desire for affection. Who does not want to be loved?
i wish i was. i am nobody. i have chosen to be a poop. no body likes me because i ruin everything i touch. just leave me alone and you’ll be fine
now your just somebody that i used to know… maybe some one over the oceans will see me fly and soar through the windows and get new things …