looking at something that interests you for a long period of time. it often freaks people out. everybody does it. your eyes are involved whit this action. it is a verb. I do it a lot as well.
xavier
see
sense
weird
daydream
lost
confused
dazed
Kendell Pugh
When you look at someone like a psycho for a long time.
Adrian
When you stare for a long time and don’t look awa
Sanaa May
people eyes you gf
cedrezwilliams
is to look at glance to peek.
jayden riley
looking
keep looking at someone
look at something without blinking
Joe
When you look at someone for a long time, and you look like your falling in love
Adrian
someone looking at something for a long time. wiythout bliking
takanye
When you stare a somebody as if u can be day dreaming and stare at a person also direct contact with someone. basically eyes just stuck on something.
Daria callum
eyes, eyeball, look, nasty people
Amariya
Stare at me. No don’t just stare, rather look deeper. See. Feel through your stare. Those be one of those who just surpass the depths of those beautiful beings around them. Stare at me like you love me with all your soul.
Maya suthar
that girl likes to stare at my good looks. I asked her and she said I can not look away.
Simon Woodard
At the end, you wrote me, telling me that one of the things you would miss most about me is the way I would stare at you with that blissful look on my face. On my side, I remember sitting at many a dark restaurant table, moody lighting and a tangible spark permeating the air. Always nonchalant, I would look away from your warm brown eyes. Just to feel your eyes on me, admiring the lines of my face, the curve of my collar bone– one of your favorite of my features.
At the end, you wrote me, telling me that one of the things you would miss most about me is the way I would stare at you with that blissful look on my face. On the other side of things, I remember sitting at many a dark restaurant table, moody lighting and a tangible spark permeating the air. Always nonchalant, I would look away from your warm brown eyes. Just to feel your eyes on me, admiring the lines of my face, the curve of my collar bone– one of your favorite things.
Sierra
Eu encaro essa página. Eu encaro o céu lá fora. E o sol que se junta com as árvores. Eu encaro a vida com certo temor, mas não é o temor que deixa tudo mais misterioso? Eu apenas encaro. Encaro de frente. Sem medo. Apenas eu e o mundo.
Staring. He’s staring again. Every day he sits in the back of the room with his head down on the table, and he stares.
Emily Jo Harding
I look on,
ahead.
There’s no gazing here.
No dreamy eyes or rueful wishing.
Everything is still.
Not glazed over or
romantic in any way.
They look at me funny as I stand there,
pretend dreaming,
walking past me
my past before me
and behind me
tearing into me
keeping me still and
staring.
That’s what I do when I look at my boyfriend. Sometimes I just sit and stare at what I love. I just sit and see his face, and realize how happy he makes me. I wish I could see the way he stares at me to see if he feels the exact way that I feel?
Tabitha
stare ahead to see what’s behind, stare away from the solid line. stare at the end when you think of where you’re coming from. Stare at me and we’ll be back there again. But don’t cross the line and don’t close your eyes, I’ll stare into yours and you’ll stare into mine.
Megan
She tried very hard not to blink. She did not look away. This much eye contact was usually intimidating to her, but the stuffed bear on the opposite side of the glass did not seem like he was looking into the depth of her soul. That did make it easier.
“Hope?”
The sound of her name startled her and caused her to lose her focus. “Um… did you just talk?”
“Hope, behind you.”
I don’t like when people are staring at me. It makes me feel like I am a criminal, and I should be tortured through eye contact. They try to use their eyes to burn a hole in my body; and turn their eyes into a sharp knife and rip my throat. People would actually kill me by staring at me.
Emily
“You’ve been staring at her all morning.”
“So?”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“No!”
“Then why are you staring at her?”
he stared at the screen like he had done for over 100 years – he was made of stone, a statue promoting an age gone by how a generation had been remembered .
Steve O
Nicht, denken, nur schreiben. Stare können fliegen. Es sind Vögel. Letztes waren ganz viele im S-Bahnhof Friedrichstraße. Es zwitscherte an allen Ecken und Enden. Stare auf den Fahrzeitanzeigern, Stare auf dem Boden, Stare auf den Müllbehälterrändern. Schwarz mit braunen Punkten.
Eyes are indelible. Some are incredible. They can give you away and you won’t even notice. They wrinkle at the outer corners and show your happiness. They get angry and arch with your long held unamused glare. They try to be strong but get all glossy when you have a lump in your throat and your trying to hold your feelings there. They can get so hurt that they break and flood up completely. Its that stare that I can’t bare because its those eyes that I love deeply. It you thats indelible, Its you thats incredible.
it’s empty, mostly.
no grip, no purchase, no idea.
no comfort, no thought.
d
I was staring at a pretty girl last night. She had perfect pink lips and a perfect smile. I wonder if there is more to it, than just her pretty face.
Princy
i cant help it i need to study every contour every shadow. hear the sounds around me study what thoughts race about just by observing my surroundings clearing the bet i can those thoughts to delve into details big and small. An escape from the obvious on to the hidden. The whispers and dark shadows.Wonder and wait.
.Kingnighttunes
Stare? I just came from the screen word/thieves! I like the word thieves better, so….
Thieves are pawns in a game
used by the kingpins that play
taking on the bulk of foolish risk
if jailed or killed, the boss won’t miss
instead he or she will flaunt and gloat
while in their manor’s heated pool, they float
aka Puck
affix
lock
hold
my eyes adored her
i could not help but stare
i had never seen such a vision
gaze
peer
a dream
nothing i’d ever seen could compare
i’d like to meet her
but i was frozen
all i could do was
stare
poetwarrior
I am unfazed by a stare
of jealousy or angry glare
for rivals are usually unaware
of superior strength that I bear
besides a career is a better care
to afford a trip to Britain’s Aire
I was, once only, fazed by a stare
that accompanied a smile and face fair
I am a fighter not a lover, no menace I fear
no threats, no gun pressed to lobe or ear
save a sweet look of desire none could pierce
I have fought against great odds, eyes steady
meeting stare for stare until others’ eyes lowered
but from her mere glance I would not be ready
my heart fluttered, body shuddered, mouth stuttered
and my eyes for the first time ever had bowed
never shall I feel such weakness again I vow.
Renzo Saggio
Staring at something that you love can make you realize that it’s the best thing that you have and you learn to love it with everything you have. You never give up on that gift. It’s something so special.
I rolled my eyes. “Really? Seriously, Olivia? She likes you.”
Olivia’s eyes bulged. She looked down at her half-drunk soda, then at me, then at her unfinished burger, then back at me. “You…you think so?”
I nodded. The woman who was gazing at my friend had beautiful olive skin, wavy black hair, anda smile that could melt even my cold heart.
Belinda Roddie
Elyse stared at the girl before her, small, fragile, frail, but somehow holding a burning fire in her ocher eyes. this burning fire drew Elyse in, this passion that she yearned to possess.
Bea
I don’t like when people stare at me. Yet I sometimes stare at others when I don’t think they are looking at me. Kids stare and it bothers people in public places.
Melissa
in this moment however it’s raining i can see some stares send its light for my paper and encarage me to keep on alghout evrything and how i feel i see it in the darck near the moon and the rain still bright and prouds of its selves so i m doing my best to be prouds of myself however it hurts me so much… :'( i m brave … we have to be strang
looking
using your eyes
not blinking
looking at something that interests you for a long period of time. it often freaks people out. everybody does it. your eyes are involved whit this action. it is a verb. I do it a lot as well.
see
sense
weird
daydream
lost
confused
dazed
When you look at someone like a psycho for a long time.
When you stare for a long time and don’t look awa
people eyes you gf
is to look at glance to peek.
looking
keep looking at someone
look at something without blinking
When you look at someone for a long time, and you look like your falling in love
someone looking at something for a long time. wiythout bliking
When you stare a somebody as if u can be day dreaming and stare at a person also direct contact with someone. basically eyes just stuck on something.
eyes, eyeball, look, nasty people
Stare at me. No don’t just stare, rather look deeper. See. Feel through your stare. Those be one of those who just surpass the depths of those beautiful beings around them. Stare at me like you love me with all your soul.
that girl likes to stare at my good looks. I asked her and she said I can not look away.
At the end, you wrote me, telling me that one of the things you would miss most about me is the way I would stare at you with that blissful look on my face. On my side, I remember sitting at many a dark restaurant table, moody lighting and a tangible spark permeating the air. Always nonchalant, I would look away from your warm brown eyes. Just to feel your eyes on me, admiring the lines of my face, the curve of my collar bone– one of your favorite of my features.
Blank
At the end, you wrote me, telling me that one of the things you would miss most about me is the way I would stare at you with that blissful look on my face. On the other side of things, I remember sitting at many a dark restaurant table, moody lighting and a tangible spark permeating the air. Always nonchalant, I would look away from your warm brown eyes. Just to feel your eyes on me, admiring the lines of my face, the curve of my collar bone– one of your favorite things.
Eu encaro essa página. Eu encaro o céu lá fora. E o sol que se junta com as árvores. Eu encaro a vida com certo temor, mas não é o temor que deixa tudo mais misterioso? Eu apenas encaro. Encaro de frente. Sem medo. Apenas eu e o mundo.
Staring. He’s staring again. Every day he sits in the back of the room with his head down on the table, and he stares.
I look on,
ahead.
There’s no gazing here.
No dreamy eyes or rueful wishing.
Everything is still.
Not glazed over or
romantic in any way.
They look at me funny as I stand there,
pretend dreaming,
walking past me
my past before me
and behind me
tearing into me
keeping me still and
staring.
That’s what I do when I look at my boyfriend. Sometimes I just sit and stare at what I love. I just sit and see his face, and realize how happy he makes me. I wish I could see the way he stares at me to see if he feels the exact way that I feel?
stare ahead to see what’s behind, stare away from the solid line. stare at the end when you think of where you’re coming from. Stare at me and we’ll be back there again. But don’t cross the line and don’t close your eyes, I’ll stare into yours and you’ll stare into mine.
She tried very hard not to blink. She did not look away. This much eye contact was usually intimidating to her, but the stuffed bear on the opposite side of the glass did not seem like he was looking into the depth of her soul. That did make it easier.
“Hope?”
The sound of her name startled her and caused her to lose her focus. “Um… did you just talk?”
“Hope, behind you.”
I don’t like when people are staring at me. It makes me feel like I am a criminal, and I should be tortured through eye contact. They try to use their eyes to burn a hole in my body; and turn their eyes into a sharp knife and rip my throat. People would actually kill me by staring at me.
“You’ve been staring at her all morning.”
“So?”
“You like her, don’t you?”
“No!”
“Then why are you staring at her?”
he stared at the screen like he had done for over 100 years – he was made of stone, a statue promoting an age gone by how a generation had been remembered .
Nicht, denken, nur schreiben. Stare können fliegen. Es sind Vögel. Letztes waren ganz viele im S-Bahnhof Friedrichstraße. Es zwitscherte an allen Ecken und Enden. Stare auf den Fahrzeitanzeigern, Stare auf dem Boden, Stare auf den Müllbehälterrändern. Schwarz mit braunen Punkten.
why do they want to dissect my soul?
it’s not a frog.
or a science project.
it’ll crumble with such mistreatment.
it’ll bleed.
look away, seeker.
look away, or else i’ll die.
Eyes are indelible. Some are incredible. They can give you away and you won’t even notice. They wrinkle at the outer corners and show your happiness. They get angry and arch with your long held unamused glare. They try to be strong but get all glossy when you have a lump in your throat and your trying to hold your feelings there. They can get so hurt that they break and flood up completely. Its that stare that I can’t bare because its those eyes that I love deeply. It you thats indelible, Its you thats incredible.
it’s empty, mostly.
no grip, no purchase, no idea.
no comfort, no thought.
I was staring at a pretty girl last night. She had perfect pink lips and a perfect smile. I wonder if there is more to it, than just her pretty face.
i cant help it i need to study every contour every shadow. hear the sounds around me study what thoughts race about just by observing my surroundings clearing the bet i can those thoughts to delve into details big and small. An escape from the obvious on to the hidden. The whispers and dark shadows.Wonder and wait.
Stare? I just came from the screen word/thieves! I like the word thieves better, so….
Thieves are pawns in a game
used by the kingpins that play
taking on the bulk of foolish risk
if jailed or killed, the boss won’t miss
instead he or she will flaunt and gloat
while in their manor’s heated pool, they float
affix
lock
hold
my eyes adored her
i could not help but stare
i had never seen such a vision
gaze
peer
a dream
nothing i’d ever seen could compare
i’d like to meet her
but i was frozen
all i could do was
stare
I am unfazed by a stare
of jealousy or angry glare
for rivals are usually unaware
of superior strength that I bear
besides a career is a better care
to afford a trip to Britain’s Aire
I was, once only, fazed by a stare
that accompanied a smile and face fair
I am a fighter not a lover, no menace I fear
no threats, no gun pressed to lobe or ear
save a sweet look of desire none could pierce
I have fought against great odds, eyes steady
meeting stare for stare until others’ eyes lowered
but from her mere glance I would not be ready
my heart fluttered, body shuddered, mouth stuttered
and my eyes for the first time ever had bowed
never shall I feel such weakness again I vow.
Staring at something that you love can make you realize that it’s the best thing that you have and you learn to love it with everything you have. You never give up on that gift. It’s something so special.
“Why does she always stare at me?”
I rolled my eyes. “Really? Seriously, Olivia? She likes you.”
Olivia’s eyes bulged. She looked down at her half-drunk soda, then at me, then at her unfinished burger, then back at me. “You…you think so?”
I nodded. The woman who was gazing at my friend had beautiful olive skin, wavy black hair, anda smile that could melt even my cold heart.
Elyse stared at the girl before her, small, fragile, frail, but somehow holding a burning fire in her ocher eyes. this burning fire drew Elyse in, this passion that she yearned to possess.
I don’t like when people stare at me. Yet I sometimes stare at others when I don’t think they are looking at me. Kids stare and it bothers people in public places.
in this moment however it’s raining i can see some stares send its light for my paper and encarage me to keep on alghout evrything and how i feel i see it in the darck near the moon and the rain still bright and prouds of its selves so i m doing my best to be prouds of myself however it hurts me so much… :'( i m brave … we have to be strang