They kept the circle just as tight as they kept their bond. No one got in until they across burning hot coals. Friendship was forever, the test to break into the circle only lasted a year or so. Most never made it.
they believe in themselves, love, hat, twist, change, leave, live , make, punish, soothe, and over and over again, these selves, reflect those selves, themselves a faith of something they need
girl
They looked at themselves in the reflection of the lake wishing they could stay this way forever. Entwined in each others arms they lie down and stare intently into each other’s eyes know that this look can speak so much more than the words. The words they can’t speak…
Em
The walked themselves home
Tripping over themselves
as they laughed in the moonlight.
It was another long night,
Long nights of dancing in the flashing lights,
Moments of pure bliss.
They can only last for so long,
These nights of regrets.
They are never themselves. People. Who are they copying? replicas of each other, maybe?
Waleed Sadek
Themselves got to go now. Don’t listen to the devil. But to the cool whisper of the morning dew that sticks to the soles of their ratty work boots. Their glossy penny loafers. And it says to them . . .
Ugly, in reflections. Candid, in photographs.
Mostly; scared.
Mallory
There are no easy ways to grammatically understand words, that I have discovered over the past sixty years. But I have found a method to understand plurals of the third person, never confuse them with singular third persons !
peter borghero
They only thought about themselves. They thought that no one was like them. They were all alone. With themselves. Each and every one of them, thought they were the only ones. The only ones that could think like them. The only ones….
Bronwen Garand-Sheridan
Talking to themselves. In big half empty rooms. Separated by towers of grief and cement. They were all alone. Bythemselves. With only their own souls.
Ava Blue
All by themselves, they changed the world. If they did it, you can do it too. Change the world one step, one person at a time. I love how everyone can make a difference in the world, but they don’t even bother. They never fight back to gain the possibilities of change. Everyone needs to change the world in any and every way that they can.
They consider themselves the overlords of the world. THEY decide how we live. THEY decide how we die. They reserve the best things in life for themselves in exchange for our protection…now it is time for us to rise.
C~Sul
People are always thinking of themselves. From the moment you wake up in the morning to the second you fall asleep, you are thinking of you. You are thinking of decisions you make, the clothes you wear, and the things you see. Every so often other people may seep into your thoughts, but only momentarily, before you are sucked back into the reality that is you.
People sometimes think about themselves
In great terms
Or long words
Stretching into the unknown vanity mirror
I look at myself sometimes too
And see nothing
Maybe I’m a vampire
I’d like that
Maybe my blood would be warm like everyone elses
Maybe then I’d be themselves
K.B.
Themselves, they think so weird. Their thoughts just twist and turn in on themselves so much that they get lost in the process. just aimless energy, spiraling around like a pig’s tail..
Jennifer Lemming
I wrote you a letter
Things have been easier
When you are further away
I don’t know you
I realize
And I don’t need to
What do they think of us
Of themselves
In their tired old houses
Scratching at the wallpapers
That reveal who they once were
thinking about yourselves is selfish and about themselves is selfless,selfless feeling is a major part of one’s emotion ,you hav
arti
they laugh
at others
but at themselves
in some ways
the water overflows
trickles down
and I have lost everything
I thought I needed
it is easy then
to feel lost
but I smile
for I too
know those shackles
They wished themselves to be smarter, faster, louder, prettier.
Bruna
if only they could see themselves
like I see them
if only they could love themselves
as I love them
if only they could be themselves
peak out from behind the mask
all I ask
all I ask
so simple a task
yet…
alas
they say all good things about themselves. no one else is worth their time. they only love themselves. they’re all inbred. cousins with cousins. they didn’t leave the house for twelve years now.
monica
you would like to be like them.
they are themselves.
you are themselves.
themselves who they don’t know
and are waiting to get to know
and nothing occurs in the space between
your last breath
and your eyes being pressed closed
what is there between a kiss
and a gunshot
so many nerve endings
It is the emotions that come with disappointment that are hard to control. It is not so much that an event doesn’t happen, or that people bring it upon themselves to make other arrangements, but it is the loss of cherished hopes and dreams, the curtailing of future plans, the reducation of expectations.These cannot immediately be replaced and the future shrinks back to the barely possible. Disappointment is a kind of mourning for all the futures that will not be.
Herself, myself
We all refer
to a being that
lives and breathes
but doesn’t see
Lydia Rosewater
All of us together, and we were and we were and we were. I was endlessly jealous of how they sat, and how they could wear short hair without looking like the moon in a wig. What I wanted to do was go, go over there by the river and sit under the weeping willow and make themselves ourselves. But my feet were slow and dangerous, and my hair was unkempt. It was so windy; it was so much safer to watch from the bridge; to dream and wish and dream.
Edie
Themselves is how they think of themselves. The ideas they conjure of their reflections, the things they think are most true about them. The things they think about themselves are simultaneously the truest and the falsest things, as they see both more and less than everyone else.
Nina Dillon Britton
They think, and wonder, and think and push and nothing. Who are they? they will never know.
They kept to themselves, they had only themselves to keep. There was no where to go and nothing to do, their personal philosophy was a simplistic “Me and you.” Tomorrow meant together and together meant forever, that is, until the day she died.
as if they were one
they laid in bed together
but in morning blazing sun
that never set that day
she realized;
they were themselves
Sab
We’ve watched them for years trying to destroy themselves, trying to pull their own bodies in two. They haven’t succeeded yet, they will though. Just give them a minute.
Em.
Some people like to be by themselves. I am one of those. We enjoy the silence of our own company, watching others. We keep ourselves to ourselves. We do not feel the need to share ourselves with others all the time. Sometimes though, we do. And when we do it’s wonderful.
Too many people fill the hall,
Twining round eachother like fronds of seaweed.
Caught in eachother,
Wrapped up in themselves.
Charlotte
Some people keep to themselves. I am one of those. We prefer to keep our problems in our minds and keep our aching in our ribcage. Others give themselves to others easily, sharing, open. It’s hard keeping things to yourself sometimes, it can hurt.
Sinead Marguerite
she said
let’s go together
let’s go
be by ourselves
themselves
she said
i want to be with you
and i said
let’s be by ourselves
they said
we’ll come with you
and all i wanted
was to be with you
alone
that night
they came along
so we sat under the tree
and held hands
Anton
they are a great big group, themselves, they are proud and grand and wear funny party hats in public. they go to church all day and night and eat grilled cheese for breakfast. flies swarm over everything themselves have because they are filthy rodents and need to have a bath in turpentine. i wish i did not count myself among themselves.
andi_pandi
they themselves were nothing, always alone, always feeling sad. it was an unhappy world for them. always by themselves, always thinking suicide. thats what some people do by themselves.
Alexandra
all they care about is themselves
all they see is themelves
they forget that there is a world out there
bigger than who they are
bigger than who they will ever be
in that world there are plenty
ad if each could actually see what the world is
it would for sure be a better place
They kept the circle just as tight as they kept their bond. No one got in until they across burning hot coals. Friendship was forever, the test to break into the circle only lasted a year or so. Most never made it.
they believe in themselves, love, hat, twist, change, leave, live , make, punish, soothe, and over and over again, these selves, reflect those selves, themselves a faith of something they need
They looked at themselves in the reflection of the lake wishing they could stay this way forever. Entwined in each others arms they lie down and stare intently into each other’s eyes know that this look can speak so much more than the words. The words they can’t speak…
The walked themselves home
Tripping over themselves
as they laughed in the moonlight.
It was another long night,
Long nights of dancing in the flashing lights,
Moments of pure bliss.
They can only last for so long,
These nights of regrets.
or whoever they are
They are never themselves. People. Who are they copying? replicas of each other, maybe?
Themselves got to go now. Don’t listen to the devil. But to the cool whisper of the morning dew that sticks to the soles of their ratty work boots. Their glossy penny loafers. And it says to them . . .
Ugly, in reflections. Candid, in photographs.
Mostly; scared.
There are no easy ways to grammatically understand words, that I have discovered over the past sixty years. But I have found a method to understand plurals of the third person, never confuse them with singular third persons !
They only thought about themselves. They thought that no one was like them. They were all alone. With themselves. Each and every one of them, thought they were the only ones. The only ones that could think like them. The only ones….
Talking to themselves. In big half empty rooms. Separated by towers of grief and cement. They were all alone. Bythemselves. With only their own souls.
All by themselves, they changed the world. If they did it, you can do it too. Change the world one step, one person at a time. I love how everyone can make a difference in the world, but they don’t even bother. They never fight back to gain the possibilities of change. Everyone needs to change the world in any and every way that they can.
They consider themselves the overlords of the world. THEY decide how we live. THEY decide how we die. They reserve the best things in life for themselves in exchange for our protection…now it is time for us to rise.
People are always thinking of themselves. From the moment you wake up in the morning to the second you fall asleep, you are thinking of you. You are thinking of decisions you make, the clothes you wear, and the things you see. Every so often other people may seep into your thoughts, but only momentarily, before you are sucked back into the reality that is you.
People sometimes think about themselves
In great terms
Or long words
Stretching into the unknown vanity mirror
I look at myself sometimes too
And see nothing
Maybe I’m a vampire
I’d like that
Maybe my blood would be warm like everyone elses
Maybe then I’d be themselves
Themselves, they think so weird. Their thoughts just twist and turn in on themselves so much that they get lost in the process. just aimless energy, spiraling around like a pig’s tail..
I wrote you a letter
Things have been easier
When you are further away
I don’t know you
I realize
And I don’t need to
What do they think of us
Of themselves
In their tired old houses
Scratching at the wallpapers
That reveal who they once were
thinking about yourselves is selfish and about themselves is selfless,selfless feeling is a major part of one’s emotion ,you hav
they laugh
at others
but at themselves
in some ways
the water overflows
trickles down
and I have lost everything
I thought I needed
it is easy then
to feel lost
but I smile
for I too
know those shackles
They wished themselves to be smarter, faster, louder, prettier.
if only they could see themselves
like I see them
if only they could love themselves
as I love them
if only they could be themselves
peak out from behind the mask
all I ask
all I ask
so simple a task
yet…
alas
they look at themselves from the outside.
not sure.
never sure.
how do others do it?
they didnt like it
they say all good things about themselves. no one else is worth their time. they only love themselves. they’re all inbred. cousins with cousins. they didn’t leave the house for twelve years now.
you would like to be like them.
they are themselves.
you are themselves.
themselves who they don’t know
and are waiting to get to know
and nothing occurs in the space between
your last breath
and your eyes being pressed closed
what is there between a kiss
and a gunshot
so many nerve endings
It is the emotions that come with disappointment that are hard to control. It is not so much that an event doesn’t happen, or that people bring it upon themselves to make other arrangements, but it is the loss of cherished hopes and dreams, the curtailing of future plans, the reducation of expectations.These cannot immediately be replaced and the future shrinks back to the barely possible. Disappointment is a kind of mourning for all the futures that will not be.
Herself, myself
We all refer
to a being that
lives and breathes
but doesn’t see
All of us together, and we were and we were and we were. I was endlessly jealous of how they sat, and how they could wear short hair without looking like the moon in a wig. What I wanted to do was go, go over there by the river and sit under the weeping willow and make themselves ourselves. But my feet were slow and dangerous, and my hair was unkempt. It was so windy; it was so much safer to watch from the bridge; to dream and wish and dream.
Themselves is how they think of themselves. The ideas they conjure of their reflections, the things they think are most true about them. The things they think about themselves are simultaneously the truest and the falsest things, as they see both more and less than everyone else.
They think, and wonder, and think and push and nothing. Who are they? they will never know.
They kept to themselves, they had only themselves to keep. There was no where to go and nothing to do, their personal philosophy was a simplistic “Me and you.” Tomorrow meant together and together meant forever, that is, until the day she died.
as if they were one
they laid in bed together
but in morning blazing sun
that never set that day
she realized;
they were themselves
We’ve watched them for years trying to destroy themselves, trying to pull their own bodies in two. They haven’t succeeded yet, they will though. Just give them a minute.
Some people like to be by themselves. I am one of those. We enjoy the silence of our own company, watching others. We keep ourselves to ourselves. We do not feel the need to share ourselves with others all the time. Sometimes though, we do. And when we do it’s wonderful.
Too many people fill the hall,
Twining round eachother like fronds of seaweed.
Caught in eachother,
Wrapped up in themselves.
Some people keep to themselves. I am one of those. We prefer to keep our problems in our minds and keep our aching in our ribcage. Others give themselves to others easily, sharing, open. It’s hard keeping things to yourself sometimes, it can hurt.
she said
let’s go together
let’s go
be by ourselves
themselves
she said
i want to be with you
and i said
let’s be by ourselves
they said
we’ll come with you
and all i wanted
was to be with you
alone
that night
they came along
so we sat under the tree
and held hands
they are a great big group, themselves, they are proud and grand and wear funny party hats in public. they go to church all day and night and eat grilled cheese for breakfast. flies swarm over everything themselves have because they are filthy rodents and need to have a bath in turpentine. i wish i did not count myself among themselves.
they themselves were nothing, always alone, always feeling sad. it was an unhappy world for them. always by themselves, always thinking suicide. thats what some people do by themselves.
all they care about is themselves
all they see is themelves
they forget that there is a world out there
bigger than who they are
bigger than who they will ever be
in that world there are plenty
ad if each could actually see what the world is
it would for sure be a better place