They talk about themselves a lot. Over there, sitting on the benches, in their own little word. But it’s a world I want to be a part of.
Their tight huddle bars me from entering, as they look into themselves. Talk among themselves.
Camille
they think they know themselves but they don’t think
(i think)
Virginia
Their failure to achieve that imagined ideal self version would always cause them to shun themselves, or at least their true selves.
Dissatisfaction eats them.
Themselves,
they stare in the mirror
fix there hair
Hair as big as the space in their heads.
Space that should be filled with theorems and verses
not gossip and talk of others.
H
Themselves they were one a spreading birch of multiple apples . Togther Themselves .
Kiki Palmer
I feel inconsistent. It’s always them, and me. And I guess I’ve always counted that as a bad thing, but maybe it’s not. After all, the road to greatness is narrow, traveled by few, and often walked alone. Either way, it is well with my soul.
people always think about themselves. Just like Mr. Cole says, people are always listening to the radio station “WIFM”: What’s in it for me. People should learn to look and think outside of themselves as well as inside. Our thoughts and beliefs motivate and change us. We direct ourselves. As such, if we can lead ourselves we can lead others. All of this can come about from people thinking about themselves and others. You are just as important as those around you and everyone else living in this world. We are all people of flesh, blood, and bone. We have thoughts, feelings, attitudes, and perceptions. If we stop for a moment and better understand ourselves, we can better understand others. In doing this we can help others as well as ourselves and people can learn more easily to help themselves. The notion is simple. It works. It helps.
Boo2003
They stayed to themselves because themselves breathed quieter when they were all together and saying nothing but keeping it all inside and i know that may not make sense to you but it does to me
Do you believe in anything anymore?
Only myself. People should believe in themselves.
Lola J
Everybody tries. They try their whole life to be selfless, to remain attached to the rest of the world out there. But really everyone is engulfed in a cocoon of their selfish ways. Never losing sight of themselves.
Emily
They were broken. It wasn’t that they weren’t themselves, it’s that their whole sense of self was broken into tiny shards, all floating in their dark vacuum-like minds. And the shards were blind, they couldn’t see the other shards. They could only hear them, screeching, yearning. They wanted desperately to be able to go, to go and comfort the other shards, but they couldn’t. Because they were just as lost too.
Alejandra
everybody minds themselves
in their own worlds
until small-school college gossip
collides themselves
into ourselves
and we are separately
together in groups
of collective otherness,
minding themselves
in their private business
sp
They were always off by themselves. And no-one ever questioned, or stared, or wondered why this was so; for it had been since they were young that they remained alone. And so by themselves they stayed. With no-one else to disturb the tranquility they found in each-other.
They looked at themselves in the mirror and admired each others differences, wondering why they would never be satisfied with who they were
c
Themselves, they are completely and utterly unaware of themselves and what they are doing, and how they are making decisions. Though nothing will change them no matter what….they still are who they are. All I want is for them to understand who and what they are doing in this ver moment. Do they even know? they are themselves, though could they define, truely who temselves really are. Themselves, only, alone, holistically unaware, but totally and innately whole. Every person has the strength inside them….to harness it is human nature…to be aware of it is humane. Themselves…they are, purely themselves….every person in the struggle to embrace and understand what they are thinking and feeling. The motivation to get out of bed, to make …whatever i is for breakfast….do you know why or what??? The question could drive you mad, or set you free.
Grace
They did it to themselves. They forced it upon themselves. They had no choice but to break away from life as they knew it and hurt those who they were closest to. Themselves. They were all that mattered now. Vaulting ambition had overridden their moral consciences to the point of no return. They had taken precedence over everything else. It was all about themselves.
Hi
they were, themselves, alone together in their best friends basement separated by a bottle of beer and dreams crumpled into fortune cookie paper
gigi
they huddle like crows at the bus stop every day
and the old women say,
‘look,
it’s themselves’
their cigarette butts go cold in the puddles
when they leave.
and nobody is sure
where they go off to.
Aisling
staring out the window
to the snow and the rain and the heartbreak
they
willow
They didn’t like themselves. They thought of themselves as poorly uniformed, poorly trained, poorly led. They didn’t expect a victory. They didn’t expect power or control. They wanted…what did they want?
Martha
They thought of thenselves as leafs that one time of the year are high in the trees and other time of the year are falling down
carol
they are whole, within
without
themselves
they are one, outside
inside
themselves
they are two. so far
beyond
themselves
we are us. we are
ourselves.
but still
themselves
apart.
Amelia
on subways and buses
in crowds
packs
they
communicating
amongst themselves
willow
Everyone thinks of themselves because self-preservation is the first priority. No one wants to get left behind or stepped on as the rest of the pack climbs the corporate ladder. If they succeed, they’ll only have themselves to thank.
They themselves were confused on what had happend that evening. everything flew by so quickly. The whole night had been a whirling swirl off mess. The delaris must have been part of this mess but maybe they werent maybe they didnt know about the plan. but it must have been full proof. but however maybe it wasnt.
Juliette
everyone always thinks of themselves when really they should be thinking of other people….not always but most of the time….fucking selfish people annoy the shit out of me…and JUST THINK OF SOMEONE ELSE FOR A CHANGE….
nia
Most people think of themselves as a big name champion. As for me, I think of myself as a lover. A lover of those who need it, those who want it. You, yourself can be loved too.
Ashley Straub
I watched them as they talked amongst themselves. They all fit together like a puzzle except all the pieces were from different puzzles. All these different races and creatures’ talking together as causally as possible. It was such an extrodinary sight.
All by themselves. Thinking, sitting, waiting. But what for? Ahh – It is what we all wait for…That undiscovered purpose for the tick inside one’s chest. Some call it Love.
So, even if they just were going down the street, the only thing they could talk about was: Themselves. What were they looking at? Themselves. Why? Because. Pigeons know nothing else. Than. Themselves.
Themselves, they knew what they wanted
For
Birds on each hand
Feathers for fingers
Knowing beyond doubt
Kendall krider
They are not who they think or wish they are. They are not who we think or wish they were. They are but they. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing at all, but themselves.
Alone them away exclusive group cliques school parents together friends keep to person love people selfish
erin
They walk, heads close
Sharing breath, whispers, secrets
Together alone
But not lonely
Chelsea
why can’t they think for themselves? they always decide as a clique. i mean honestly, when you’re older and living on your own, youre not going to have friends to help you choose what you want in life; that’s all your decision. make your life the way you want it to be, not what your group of friends want it to be. heck, jump out of an airplane, or bungee jump off a bridge, not because your friends want to, but because YOU want to.
life, give, love. everything they do by themselves so they can make someone else’s life better . they sacrifice themselves to be loved and accepted.
sabreen
Anywhere. It is the them that you are not a part of.
It is the security i do not have, the boy love, the socialness.
They are themselves, themselves, themselves.
Felicity
The group of protesters gathered in the narrow, shady street in front of the offensive construction site. They tied themselves down to their chairs with the coarse rope, waiting for the final member of their group to arrive with the necessary tools to carry out their plan. Finally, about ten minutes later, she walked in with lighter fluid and a box of matches. Their eyes were glued to the concrete floor, thinking their last few thoughts, focusing on all their lives had ever been: which wasn’t much, considering they were only college students. But they had made their decision. She soaked each of them with the flammable contents of the bucket before she, too, tied herself down to a chair. They each took the match she had previously given them and looked around at each other, until they all started counting down, inhaling deeply. “Three…” They closed their eyes. “Two…” their faces were the epitome of tranquility as they reached the last number in their countdown. “One.”
Lovino Vargas
When people are selfish, Only thinking about them. When they hurt you but only think about the way they feel. When someone is so completely mean to you but they only think about THEMSELVES and how it makes them feel. Selfish people. Selfish, Selfish people.
MEh
They are who they are. Who they think they are. But never themselves. They’ll never be what they think, for they live only in the people surrounding them. Not themselves.
They talk about themselves a lot. Over there, sitting on the benches, in their own little word. But it’s a world I want to be a part of.
Their tight huddle bars me from entering, as they look into themselves. Talk among themselves.
they think they know themselves but they don’t think
(i think)
Their failure to achieve that imagined ideal self version would always cause them to shun themselves, or at least their true selves.
Dissatisfaction eats them.
Themselves,
they stare in the mirror
fix there hair
Hair as big as the space in their heads.
Space that should be filled with theorems and verses
not gossip and talk of others.
Themselves they were one a spreading birch of multiple apples . Togther Themselves .
I feel inconsistent. It’s always them, and me. And I guess I’ve always counted that as a bad thing, but maybe it’s not. After all, the road to greatness is narrow, traveled by few, and often walked alone. Either way, it is well with my soul.
people always think about themselves. Just like Mr. Cole says, people are always listening to the radio station “WIFM”: What’s in it for me. People should learn to look and think outside of themselves as well as inside. Our thoughts and beliefs motivate and change us. We direct ourselves. As such, if we can lead ourselves we can lead others. All of this can come about from people thinking about themselves and others. You are just as important as those around you and everyone else living in this world. We are all people of flesh, blood, and bone. We have thoughts, feelings, attitudes, and perceptions. If we stop for a moment and better understand ourselves, we can better understand others. In doing this we can help others as well as ourselves and people can learn more easily to help themselves. The notion is simple. It works. It helps.
They stayed to themselves because themselves breathed quieter when they were all together and saying nothing but keeping it all inside and i know that may not make sense to you but it does to me
Do you believe in anything anymore?
Only myself. People should believe in themselves.
Everybody tries. They try their whole life to be selfless, to remain attached to the rest of the world out there. But really everyone is engulfed in a cocoon of their selfish ways. Never losing sight of themselves.
They were broken. It wasn’t that they weren’t themselves, it’s that their whole sense of self was broken into tiny shards, all floating in their dark vacuum-like minds. And the shards were blind, they couldn’t see the other shards. They could only hear them, screeching, yearning. They wanted desperately to be able to go, to go and comfort the other shards, but they couldn’t. Because they were just as lost too.
everybody minds themselves
in their own worlds
until small-school college gossip
collides themselves
into ourselves
and we are separately
together in groups
of collective otherness,
minding themselves
in their private business
They were always off by themselves. And no-one ever questioned, or stared, or wondered why this was so; for it had been since they were young that they remained alone. And so by themselves they stayed. With no-one else to disturb the tranquility they found in each-other.
They looked at themselves in the mirror and admired each others differences, wondering why they would never be satisfied with who they were
Themselves, they are completely and utterly unaware of themselves and what they are doing, and how they are making decisions. Though nothing will change them no matter what….they still are who they are. All I want is for them to understand who and what they are doing in this ver moment. Do they even know? they are themselves, though could they define, truely who temselves really are. Themselves, only, alone, holistically unaware, but totally and innately whole. Every person has the strength inside them….to harness it is human nature…to be aware of it is humane. Themselves…they are, purely themselves….every person in the struggle to embrace and understand what they are thinking and feeling. The motivation to get out of bed, to make …whatever i is for breakfast….do you know why or what??? The question could drive you mad, or set you free.
They did it to themselves. They forced it upon themselves. They had no choice but to break away from life as they knew it and hurt those who they were closest to. Themselves. They were all that mattered now. Vaulting ambition had overridden their moral consciences to the point of no return. They had taken precedence over everything else. It was all about themselves.
they were, themselves, alone together in their best friends basement separated by a bottle of beer and dreams crumpled into fortune cookie paper
they huddle like crows at the bus stop every day
and the old women say,
‘look,
it’s themselves’
their cigarette butts go cold in the puddles
when they leave.
and nobody is sure
where they go off to.
staring out the window
to the snow and the rain and the heartbreak
they
They didn’t like themselves. They thought of themselves as poorly uniformed, poorly trained, poorly led. They didn’t expect a victory. They didn’t expect power or control. They wanted…what did they want?
They thought of thenselves as leafs that one time of the year are high in the trees and other time of the year are falling down
they are whole, within
without
themselves
they are one, outside
inside
themselves
they are two. so far
beyond
themselves
we are us. we are
ourselves.
but still
themselves
apart.
on subways and buses
in crowds
packs
they
communicating
amongst themselves
Everyone thinks of themselves because self-preservation is the first priority. No one wants to get left behind or stepped on as the rest of the pack climbs the corporate ladder. If they succeed, they’ll only have themselves to thank.
They themselves were confused on what had happend that evening. everything flew by so quickly. The whole night had been a whirling swirl off mess. The delaris must have been part of this mess but maybe they werent maybe they didnt know about the plan. but it must have been full proof. but however maybe it wasnt.
everyone always thinks of themselves when really they should be thinking of other people….not always but most of the time….fucking selfish people annoy the shit out of me…and JUST THINK OF SOMEONE ELSE FOR A CHANGE….
Most people think of themselves as a big name champion. As for me, I think of myself as a lover. A lover of those who need it, those who want it. You, yourself can be loved too.
I watched them as they talked amongst themselves. They all fit together like a puzzle except all the pieces were from different puzzles. All these different races and creatures’ talking together as causally as possible. It was such an extrodinary sight.
All by themselves. Thinking, sitting, waiting. But what for? Ahh – It is what we all wait for…That undiscovered purpose for the tick inside one’s chest. Some call it Love.
So, even if they just were going down the street, the only thing they could talk about was: Themselves. What were they looking at? Themselves. Why? Because. Pigeons know nothing else. Than. Themselves.
What they don’t know can hurt them.
Themselves, they knew what they wanted
For
Birds on each hand
Feathers for fingers
Knowing beyond doubt
They are not who they think or wish they are. They are not who we think or wish they were. They are but they. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing at all, but themselves.
Alone them away exclusive group cliques school parents together friends keep to person love people selfish
They walk, heads close
Sharing breath, whispers, secrets
Together alone
But not lonely
why can’t they think for themselves? they always decide as a clique. i mean honestly, when you’re older and living on your own, youre not going to have friends to help you choose what you want in life; that’s all your decision. make your life the way you want it to be, not what your group of friends want it to be. heck, jump out of an airplane, or bungee jump off a bridge, not because your friends want to, but because YOU want to.
life, give, love. everything they do by themselves so they can make someone else’s life better . they sacrifice themselves to be loved and accepted.
Anywhere. It is the them that you are not a part of.
It is the security i do not have, the boy love, the socialness.
They are themselves, themselves, themselves.
The group of protesters gathered in the narrow, shady street in front of the offensive construction site. They tied themselves down to their chairs with the coarse rope, waiting for the final member of their group to arrive with the necessary tools to carry out their plan. Finally, about ten minutes later, she walked in with lighter fluid and a box of matches. Their eyes were glued to the concrete floor, thinking their last few thoughts, focusing on all their lives had ever been: which wasn’t much, considering they were only college students. But they had made their decision. She soaked each of them with the flammable contents of the bucket before she, too, tied herself down to a chair. They each took the match she had previously given them and looked around at each other, until they all started counting down, inhaling deeply. “Three…” They closed their eyes. “Two…” their faces were the epitome of tranquility as they reached the last number in their countdown. “One.”
When people are selfish, Only thinking about them. When they hurt you but only think about the way they feel. When someone is so completely mean to you but they only think about THEMSELVES and how it makes them feel. Selfish people. Selfish, Selfish people.
They are who they are. Who they think they are. But never themselves. They’ll never be what they think, for they live only in the people surrounding them. Not themselves.