I was always taught to ask the other person in a conversation questions, because, it is a good conversation if one gets to talk about themselves. Don’t be expecting me to do all the talking any time soon!
Two people were walking by themselves in the forest one day when they heard a noise. They were very scared and didn’t know what to do, they turned around and there was just a cute little kitten so they picked it up, then it turned into a monster and ate their faces off. The End
Henry Armfield
the people wanted to be into them onto them the essence of red apples red fruit hanging from the sky them the others the ones in the woods the people were quiet they lived in barns they made tea kettles from the bronze iron inside of red red trees the others them
Molly Walls
They themselves think that they are the best that i am a freak, that they know how to work. They are secure and i am not, they know their place I do not, this is the way. I am not interesting enough for themselves. Everyone is a themselves. And it makes me wonder where the group stops and the person begins, the them and the they versus the themselves, the entity of judgement and place.
Felicity
many people consider themselves to be part of a group but do they know who hey are within that group? do they see themselves as others see them?
cat taylor
There they sit by themselves.
All different thoughts.
All different lives.
All from different places.
Destiny
one two three four five six seven eight none 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 selves. 1 a year.
B
they are totally of them. there isn’t a thing that they do with only the consent of others. They are free, independent, only thinking of the next thing. There isn’t a concern, or a time, or a place. They just go through, weaving through life like a weed growing up toward the light. they just go, go. they don’t think or play or take.
claire.
They weren’t anyone else when they were together, and nobody else was anybody else either. They were just themselves. THEY liked to do things, THEY liked certain restaurants, THEY thought the first movie was okay but the sequel was very disappointing. They were difficult to be around like that.
Lily
They are orange and purple and blue
They like cats and walruses and orchids
Follow them because
They themselves do not know
where
to
go
K
and the people in the shelves
were talking about themselves
but not in the way you would expect
bragging
but instead commenting
on their dirty hair
and unshaven faces
and picked-at cuticles
until you walked in
and picked one up
and it was actually shiny and new
Rachel
People care about themselves. And typically, it’s themselves only. People are inherently selfish. It’s a survival instinct. And that’s just realistic. People have to work hard to look at other sides and perspectives. We are inherently stubborn. But that has to change. If anything, good for all of us, will get done.
MP
They protect themselves from each other. They fear being together.
They told me that they were free, through their tears, as they walked away with hunched shoulders. But they forgot to tell me about themselves.
Riri
They are separate
Like marbles in a fish tank
Together; alone
Rene Emerson
they themselves are not what they believe themselves to be
helen
I can’t help but think what would have happened if they were left to themselves….The blood was drawn, the blades were bloody, but the body was not yet a body. It was still breathing.
I didn’t think they were capable
of fucking themselves over like this.
echoes in a wooden hallway
chanting
run-run-run
they realized. they just didn’t care.
sleepy
They, themselves, we, myself what do they all mean. hem hem what is them, who am I. I don’t ever seem to know or feel or do. or say it all at once
Rose
We did this to ourselves. We knew the stakes, we knew the consequences. We were fine until we weren’t.
Hanne
themselves and only them.
shallow as the ocean,
and dulled like old beach bottles left buried in the sand.
we were them like necklaces.
and only them.
we decorate ourselves with their troubles and swear by their mistakes.
They protect themselves against each other. They fear themselves together.
Jeanette Floyd
They were by themselves. Alone. Sure there were other people, but no one mattered as much as they did. To each other that is. They were each other’s everything. Their meaning for living, breathing, caring. Without each other they would be nothing. They were by themselves. And that was okay.
Allison
when i look at me
i see them
looking at me
kanda
they need to think about
but not in the way they normally do
they need to protect
but not in the way they normally do
Katie
They were talking among themselves… This is what they did. Half a word each day, in hushed voices, over rigged, decaying wooden tables. That was all they knew. How to talk, and how to listen. One mode of communication that so desperately clung to the thought of understanding that never came.
you, me, us
together as one
we are
o
n
e
a being to ourselves, themselves
simple as that
i don’t want to be alone,
i wish to be with you
together
as one
i was never one
I never craved to be
but their hungry ache for likeminded souls
encircled like a pack of wolves
any individuality
they had brought before
allie
they themselves
are alone
together
a simple hug makes them melt into one intricate
being
beautiful
simple
forever
hannah
them they yourselve
kasey
The way they see themselves
is different than me
feels like they’re always somehow
more…ok with who they are
they seem to be themselves with no trouble
I struggle
I see
I see nothing
Nothing good
Nothing acceptable
The way I see myself
Is not the way
They see
Themselves
Jill
Being alone with others. Not accepting others outside of themselves. Fear of not staying with “themselves.” Isolated, alone, afraid are themselves that are not open to new people. Only the exclusive group they have created. None else.
Jesse
They never showed themselves to anyone but me, which was something I outwardly despised, but secretly loved. I told everyone that I hated their presence in my mind, but really, it gave me a sense of power. I could do anything with their help.
They think only of themselves, not the small child lost on the sidewalk, nor the girl behind the counter counting the minutes until she sees her sick grandmother in the hospital. Always in a rush, they forget to think of others. In a rush, they run the stop sign. In a rush, they help someone meet their death sooner rather than later. In a rush, they become a victim.
Anonymous
I don’t know who they are but I guess they do. When I look at them, I wonder if my perceptions match up with their own when they look in their mirrors in their bathrooms in the mornings after a cold shower.
Kristina
do you realize yourself
has anyone ever let you know
i don’t think anything could spoil you
how dangerous
11111
this word reminds me of seclusion. it’s a very uninviting word that usually seems to be used to keep someone out of the loop or away from the issue. It can also be seen in a derogatory light were the dark line between “us” and “them” keep every thing divided. However, I suppose, in the end it is just a few letters grouped together to define a set of persons in one regard or another.
I was always taught to ask the other person in a conversation questions, because, it is a good conversation if one gets to talk about themselves. Don’t be expecting me to do all the talking any time soon!
Two people were walking by themselves in the forest one day when they heard a noise. They were very scared and didn’t know what to do, they turned around and there was just a cute little kitten so they picked it up, then it turned into a monster and ate their faces off. The End
the people wanted to be into them onto them the essence of red apples red fruit hanging from the sky them the others the ones in the woods the people were quiet they lived in barns they made tea kettles from the bronze iron inside of red red trees the others them
They themselves think that they are the best that i am a freak, that they know how to work. They are secure and i am not, they know their place I do not, this is the way. I am not interesting enough for themselves. Everyone is a themselves. And it makes me wonder where the group stops and the person begins, the them and the they versus the themselves, the entity of judgement and place.
many people consider themselves to be part of a group but do they know who hey are within that group? do they see themselves as others see them?
There they sit by themselves.
All different thoughts.
All different lives.
All from different places.
one two three four five six seven eight none 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 selves. 1 a year.
they are totally of them. there isn’t a thing that they do with only the consent of others. They are free, independent, only thinking of the next thing. There isn’t a concern, or a time, or a place. They just go through, weaving through life like a weed growing up toward the light. they just go, go. they don’t think or play or take.
They weren’t anyone else when they were together, and nobody else was anybody else either. They were just themselves. THEY liked to do things, THEY liked certain restaurants, THEY thought the first movie was okay but the sequel was very disappointing. They were difficult to be around like that.
They are orange and purple and blue
They like cats and walruses and orchids
Follow them because
They themselves do not know
where
to
go
and the people in the shelves
were talking about themselves
but not in the way you would expect
bragging
but instead commenting
on their dirty hair
and unshaven faces
and picked-at cuticles
until you walked in
and picked one up
and it was actually shiny and new
People care about themselves. And typically, it’s themselves only. People are inherently selfish. It’s a survival instinct. And that’s just realistic. People have to work hard to look at other sides and perspectives. We are inherently stubborn. But that has to change. If anything, good for all of us, will get done.
They protect themselves from each other. They fear being together.
they can go fuck themselves.
they is the subject
and they are their own object
incubated and left alone
we pulsate and gaze
and deeply,
alone together
like Julian said it
and me and them alone in the fish pond
no place for the jaws
just our quiet trees and laughs.
They told me that they were free, through their tears, as they walked away with hunched shoulders. But they forgot to tell me about themselves.
They are separate
Like marbles in a fish tank
Together; alone
they themselves are not what they believe themselves to be
I can’t help but think what would have happened if they were left to themselves….The blood was drawn, the blades were bloody, but the body was not yet a body. It was still breathing.
I didn’t think they were capable
of fucking themselves over like this.
echoes in a wooden hallway
chanting
run-run-run
they realized. they just didn’t care.
They, themselves, we, myself what do they all mean. hem hem what is them, who am I. I don’t ever seem to know or feel or do. or say it all at once
We did this to ourselves. We knew the stakes, we knew the consequences. We were fine until we weren’t.
themselves and only them.
shallow as the ocean,
and dulled like old beach bottles left buried in the sand.
we were them like necklaces.
and only them.
we decorate ourselves with their troubles and swear by their mistakes.
They protect themselves against each other. They fear themselves together.
They were by themselves. Alone. Sure there were other people, but no one mattered as much as they did. To each other that is. They were each other’s everything. Their meaning for living, breathing, caring. Without each other they would be nothing. They were by themselves. And that was okay.
when i look at me
i see them
looking at me
they need to think about
but not in the way they normally do
they need to protect
but not in the way they normally do
They were talking among themselves… This is what they did. Half a word each day, in hushed voices, over rigged, decaying wooden tables. That was all they knew. How to talk, and how to listen. One mode of communication that so desperately clung to the thought of understanding that never came.
you, me, us
together as one
we are
o
n
e
a being to ourselves, themselves
simple as that
i don’t want to be alone,
i wish to be with you
together
as one
i was never one
I never craved to be
but their hungry ache for likeminded souls
encircled like a pack of wolves
any individuality
they had brought before
they themselves
are alone
together
a simple hug makes them melt into one intricate
being
beautiful
simple
forever
them they yourselve
The way they see themselves
is different than me
feels like they’re always somehow
more…ok with who they are
they seem to be themselves with no trouble
I struggle
I see
I see nothing
Nothing good
Nothing acceptable
The way I see myself
Is not the way
They see
Themselves
Being alone with others. Not accepting others outside of themselves. Fear of not staying with “themselves.” Isolated, alone, afraid are themselves that are not open to new people. Only the exclusive group they have created. None else.
They never showed themselves to anyone but me, which was something I outwardly despised, but secretly loved. I told everyone that I hated their presence in my mind, but really, it gave me a sense of power. I could do anything with their help.
They think only of themselves, not the small child lost on the sidewalk, nor the girl behind the counter counting the minutes until she sees her sick grandmother in the hospital. Always in a rush, they forget to think of others. In a rush, they run the stop sign. In a rush, they help someone meet their death sooner rather than later. In a rush, they become a victim.
I don’t know who they are but I guess they do. When I look at them, I wonder if my perceptions match up with their own when they look in their mirrors in their bathrooms in the mornings after a cold shower.
do you realize yourself
has anyone ever let you know
i don’t think anything could spoil you
how dangerous
this word reminds me of seclusion. it’s a very uninviting word that usually seems to be used to keep someone out of the loop or away from the issue. It can also be seen in a derogatory light were the dark line between “us” and “them” keep every thing divided. However, I suppose, in the end it is just a few letters grouped together to define a set of persons in one regard or another.