I witnessed a game today
I don’t know who to blame
When the ball came to my face
And I screamed ”WHY THIS DAY”
In this world full of games
Lyandra
people talk a lot about bystanders and how you should always be the right person and do the right thing and its frustrating, because no one else will. It has to be YOU. We shouldnt just be witnesses
Nadav
He witnessed the moment. The moment between the two breathless lovers stuttering at each other on their own little unconcerned corner of the world. He felt ashamed. And then ashamed that he felt ashamed. He had intruded. Witness an emotion so real he didn’t know what to do with it. Breathless.
I once witnessed myself fall from the tops of university dorms. When i hit the ground, it was softer then i expected. The alcohol of the 40oz saved my life on more then one occasion, but now the line of powder was destroying it.
“You have been witness to terrible crimes, my good woman, and for that, I’m truly sorry-”
“You’re sorry?” she repeated, her voice hoarse from lack of use.
He blinked. “Y-yes, of course,”
She shook her head and, then the strangest think happened: she laughed. The sound of chilling, bitter and numb and COLD.
Suddenly, he was afraid, desperately, terrifyingly afraid, of this battered slip of a girl.
I sw you falling, drowning in the river
trying to go back where everything began
not now
i only left you with the hope i would save
you try to reaxh my hand
but it’s already too deap
Anna
I had witnessed it so many times from the other side of the glass. Impassively. Unfazed. But now it was my turn. I was terrified.
My sweaty feet stuck to the white marble floors, their piter-patter echoing off the empty walls.
It was time.
I witnessed a whipping today. Three men in blond wigs were getting the shit whipped out of them in the middle of the street by an albino monkey dressed as a nun, and they didn’t even stop smoking their fancy pipes. I have one pipe that looks like theirs, actually. It is a very fun pipe indeed.
I witnessed a great fire being born in the furnace of desire. The egg was burned to give new life and preserve a young one. A witnessed a sounds of destruction cause only through that the egg could be stolen. I witnessed the ripping of unborn stale cardboard, because it must be sacrificed to give more life to others. I witnessed, but i didn’t see. And then a moment of silence and the deed was done and the fire is burning yet once.
Today I witnessed my son growing. I witnessed his smile, his laugh, his every movement as we played and interacted all day. He amazes me and I want to witness his every moment as he grows into his own person, so that I may remember my small boy and smile.
I witnessed the injustice. I was part of the injustice. And all I wanted was to save myself and also to fight the injustice. But without giving my name. Because I didn’t want to give up, even though with what I had witnessed, it would have been better to just walk away. But I didn’t want to walk away. I wanted to correct what I had witnessed. Butg sometimes, all you can do is walk away.
Ruth Levitsky
Of all the things I have witnessed there was nothing like the sun spiraling in the sky in Antarctica. It did not go across the sky but it spun around getting closer and closer to the horizon as time went by. I wouldn’t bet ehre for the darkenss but I would never forget the light.
David Fraley
The person who makes many afirmative phares and opnion about a matter. He does a declaration about a fact.
David
I’d never witnessed such a display of unnecessary extravagance in my life. The forced laughter, the tense conversations with people I knew had no interests in common with me. Why am I here? Why am I trying so voraciously to become someone I’ve never wanted to be? Why am I succumbing to such severe suppression of my own thoughts and ideas, letting others lead me to what they want to become, rather than following my own passion? My own dreams? My cowardice is showing, and I’ve never been so afraid. Have I lost the “me” I once, not so long ago, relished being?
Emmy Face
I am a witness.
I have seen love, hate, death, life, joy, sorrow, fulfillment and wanderings. I have witnessed emotions as never before and surely I have seen a giant fall from his perch in the clouds; I have seen leviathans shrivel to amoebas; I have seen a peasant accept a crown: and with this this grand rise and fall of time and power, this gives me hope.
I am a witness of many things.
The last I wish to witness is an end.
Al Bell
what i witnessed was the end. all i could do was sit there and watch. i watched it all fall apart and crumble to the ground only to get stepped on and ground up into dust, blown away in the wind, as if it were never there to begin with `
Claire
what i witnessed was the end. all i could do was sit there and watch. i watched it all fall apart and crumble to the ground only to get stepped on and ground up into dust, blown away in the wind, as if it were never there to begin with
Claire
I stepped around the corner to only see that a man had been brutely stabed and shot both in the face. I witnessed a man die.
Witness to the falling, you saw it pull the earth imperceptibly closer to where it had once been, unfortunately, the earth pulled it much more perceptibly closer to where IT had once been. So it goes.
It had been so long since I’d last spoke, I didn’t know how to make him laugh anymore. All my wit-ness was gone. I didn’t even have real words for him, just a dorky smile.
She wanted to turn away when the boards dropped from beneath Sarah’s shoes, but she forced herself to keep watching. Someone should be able to tell the story right when it was all over, and she supposed it would have to be her. It was hard to watch through the tears.
i have witnessed my own destruction
i have seen my body fall to the floor, in pieces
but then i watched myself get back up again.
i have found my voice.
we have eyes to see
to experience what is before us
we witness things
not just to go to court to baffle suspects
but to see the world in its greatness
to appreciate what we have left
it is how we witness such things
never to be seen by others
the witnesses stood quivering the corner of the courtroom, while the judge surveyed all in attendance. ‘It is clear that these six people have witnessed a heinous crime against the victim’ he spoke in a clear voice that carried though the room with ease.
Anna
“Do you even know what we witnessed there, Sam?”
“No.”
witnessed a storm brewing inside me, circular waves of stoney-grey currents that would stop in the course of forever, and wouldn’t stop in any foreseeable moments. decisions to hug are witnessed as well as decisions to scream with the storm.
screams, sirens, fire, guilt
i was little i used to have these dreams of falling but realizing someone would catch me or a trampoline was at the bottom but its like your catcher wandered off and you only heard of it ten paces to the ground
Yuval
She screamed out within the void of her mind. Her skin glistened with sweat as she waited for the verdict. He would go free, she just knew it. All she had said would be for nothing. It wouldn’t matter to the jury that she had seen him kill that poor girl.
Mary
I witnessed everything disappear. First it was my keys, my watch and my cup of coffee. Gone in with a flash they vanished. As I looked around my room – it did not stop there. The books on my shelf, one by one, vanished with a poof. Then, all the things that I held close to my heart, pictures of past loved ones and notes that were passed in the hallway, those too I witnessed them go. Then things began to leave me that I could not see, things I did not even realize had left, like the memory of you in the apple fields, bouncing down the avenues happily taking the apples away.
I saw a girl crying today, it was pretty sad. I wanted to console her but as I approached her I lost all courage and moved along. I wish I had stayed, I feel like I would have been able to help her or at least give lend her a keen ear.
Jacob
Witnessed, seeing stuff happens before your eyes. This may mean life or death, the difference between prison or freedom. Witnessed is being in the action and being able to talk about it, or “tell the tale”
What have I just witnessed? A naked old man bleeding from both of his thighs, screaming for the goddess Demeter. A woman on a white horse, swinging a scepter against the side of a bull’s head, cracking the skull just beneath its majestic horn. Across the grass, there is a sticky residue, which smells faintly, and sweetly, of honey.
I think I won’t go into my father’s mushrooms after this.
Belinda Roddie
i was there the day it happened
the moment
it felt like a blink of a second
but it was definitely real
now i sleep
tina backer
Witnessed, standing there actually seeing something happen before your eyes. Witnessed, the one word that can mean “life or death.”
Zana Dill
he witnessed the murder on a rainy afternoon. Not your average rainy. torrential down pour rainy. his vision was clouded so he couldn’t distinguish details, but he knew the culprit. how could he forget that figure that had haunted him for nearly a decade, it was Him.
Aaron
As the smoke filtered lazily out of the gun barrel, the young lad cringed against the brick wall. He’d never witnessed a murder before – but he would again. Very soon. There came a steely click as the man worked the hammer of the revolver, reading another round.
I finally witnessed it. A domino effect of people falling down the stairs; it was possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me. You see me walking up the stairs, third person perspective obviously, and then here comes tumbling down young Mr. Know-It-All, sad really, down the stairs of the east wing in the building. First he knocks down Mr. Popular who has his arms around two females, the slut and the whore of the school, for purposes that will never be known due to the fact that they have never had sex, which is why the titles are so misleading. But then Mr. Popular lets go of the girls and he falls down on the school mascot, or the duck, which is an actual real-live duck in our school, yes I know it’s crazy. But the duck got mad, Mr. Popular was embarrassed, and Mr. Know-It-All was laying there frantically looking for his glasses. Yes, what I witnessed today was good.
Susan Rother
A pair of eyes peers from behind the closet doors. His view is slightly obscured, but there’s no mystery surrounding what he has just witnessed… her orgasmic screaming was something that he never provoked on his own.
I witnessed a game today
I don’t know who to blame
When the ball came to my face
And I screamed ”WHY THIS DAY”
In this world full of games
people talk a lot about bystanders and how you should always be the right person and do the right thing and its frustrating, because no one else will. It has to be YOU. We shouldnt just be witnesses
He witnessed the moment. The moment between the two breathless lovers stuttering at each other on their own little unconcerned corner of the world. He felt ashamed. And then ashamed that he felt ashamed. He had intruded. Witness an emotion so real he didn’t know what to do with it. Breathless.
I once witnessed myself fall from the tops of university dorms. When i hit the ground, it was softer then i expected. The alcohol of the 40oz saved my life on more then one occasion, but now the line of powder was destroying it.
“You have been witness to terrible crimes, my good woman, and for that, I’m truly sorry-”
“You’re sorry?” she repeated, her voice hoarse from lack of use.
He blinked. “Y-yes, of course,”
She shook her head and, then the strangest think happened: she laughed. The sound of chilling, bitter and numb and COLD.
Suddenly, he was afraid, desperately, terrifyingly afraid, of this battered slip of a girl.
I sw you falling, drowning in the river
trying to go back where everything began
not now
i only left you with the hope i would save
you try to reaxh my hand
but it’s already too deap
I had witnessed it so many times from the other side of the glass. Impassively. Unfazed. But now it was my turn. I was terrified.
My sweaty feet stuck to the white marble floors, their piter-patter echoing off the empty walls.
It was time.
Some time after I first saw you
and after seeing each other
for some time
I saw you
for the first time
and didn’t like what I saw.
I witnessed a whipping today. Three men in blond wigs were getting the shit whipped out of them in the middle of the street by an albino monkey dressed as a nun, and they didn’t even stop smoking their fancy pipes. I have one pipe that looks like theirs, actually. It is a very fun pipe indeed.
I witnessed a great fire being born in the furnace of desire. The egg was burned to give new life and preserve a young one. A witnessed a sounds of destruction cause only through that the egg could be stolen. I witnessed the ripping of unborn stale cardboard, because it must be sacrificed to give more life to others. I witnessed, but i didn’t see. And then a moment of silence and the deed was done and the fire is burning yet once.
Today I witnessed my son growing. I witnessed his smile, his laugh, his every movement as we played and interacted all day. He amazes me and I want to witness his every moment as he grows into his own person, so that I may remember my small boy and smile.
I witnessed the injustice. I was part of the injustice. And all I wanted was to save myself and also to fight the injustice. But without giving my name. Because I didn’t want to give up, even though with what I had witnessed, it would have been better to just walk away. But I didn’t want to walk away. I wanted to correct what I had witnessed. Butg sometimes, all you can do is walk away.
Of all the things I have witnessed there was nothing like the sun spiraling in the sky in Antarctica. It did not go across the sky but it spun around getting closer and closer to the horizon as time went by. I wouldn’t bet ehre for the darkenss but I would never forget the light.
The person who makes many afirmative phares and opnion about a matter. He does a declaration about a fact.
I’d never witnessed such a display of unnecessary extravagance in my life. The forced laughter, the tense conversations with people I knew had no interests in common with me. Why am I here? Why am I trying so voraciously to become someone I’ve never wanted to be? Why am I succumbing to such severe suppression of my own thoughts and ideas, letting others lead me to what they want to become, rather than following my own passion? My own dreams? My cowardice is showing, and I’ve never been so afraid. Have I lost the “me” I once, not so long ago, relished being?
I am a witness.
I have seen love, hate, death, life, joy, sorrow, fulfillment and wanderings. I have witnessed emotions as never before and surely I have seen a giant fall from his perch in the clouds; I have seen leviathans shrivel to amoebas; I have seen a peasant accept a crown: and with this this grand rise and fall of time and power, this gives me hope.
I am a witness of many things.
The last I wish to witness is an end.
what i witnessed was the end. all i could do was sit there and watch. i watched it all fall apart and crumble to the ground only to get stepped on and ground up into dust, blown away in the wind, as if it were never there to begin with `
what i witnessed was the end. all i could do was sit there and watch. i watched it all fall apart and crumble to the ground only to get stepped on and ground up into dust, blown away in the wind, as if it were never there to begin with
I stepped around the corner to only see that a man had been brutely stabed and shot both in the face. I witnessed a man die.
Witness to the falling, you saw it pull the earth imperceptibly closer to where it had once been, unfortunately, the earth pulled it much more perceptibly closer to where IT had once been. So it goes.
It had been so long since I’d last spoke, I didn’t know how to make him laugh anymore. All my wit-ness was gone. I didn’t even have real words for him, just a dorky smile.
She wanted to turn away when the boards dropped from beneath Sarah’s shoes, but she forced herself to keep watching. Someone should be able to tell the story right when it was all over, and she supposed it would have to be her. It was hard to watch through the tears.
Liftoff–like angels.
i have witnessed my own destruction
i have seen my body fall to the floor, in pieces
but then i watched myself get back up again.
i have found my voice.
we have eyes to see
to experience what is before us
we witness things
not just to go to court to baffle suspects
but to see the world in its greatness
to appreciate what we have left
it is how we witness such things
never to be seen by others
the witnesses stood quivering the corner of the courtroom, while the judge surveyed all in attendance. ‘It is clear that these six people have witnessed a heinous crime against the victim’ he spoke in a clear voice that carried though the room with ease.
“Do you even know what we witnessed there, Sam?”
“No.”
witnessed a storm brewing inside me, circular waves of stoney-grey currents that would stop in the course of forever, and wouldn’t stop in any foreseeable moments. decisions to hug are witnessed as well as decisions to scream with the storm.
we will wish
for wasted time
when we witness
what wasted was
when we were
young
screams, sirens, fire, guilt
i was little i used to have these dreams of falling but realizing someone would catch me or a trampoline was at the bottom but its like your catcher wandered off and you only heard of it ten paces to the ground
She screamed out within the void of her mind. Her skin glistened with sweat as she waited for the verdict. He would go free, she just knew it. All she had said would be for nothing. It wouldn’t matter to the jury that she had seen him kill that poor girl.
I witnessed everything disappear. First it was my keys, my watch and my cup of coffee. Gone in with a flash they vanished. As I looked around my room – it did not stop there. The books on my shelf, one by one, vanished with a poof. Then, all the things that I held close to my heart, pictures of past loved ones and notes that were passed in the hallway, those too I witnessed them go. Then things began to leave me that I could not see, things I did not even realize had left, like the memory of you in the apple fields, bouncing down the avenues happily taking the apples away.
I saw a girl crying today, it was pretty sad. I wanted to console her but as I approached her I lost all courage and moved along. I wish I had stayed, I feel like I would have been able to help her or at least give lend her a keen ear.
Witnessed, seeing stuff happens before your eyes. This may mean life or death, the difference between prison or freedom. Witnessed is being in the action and being able to talk about it, or “tell the tale”
What have I just witnessed? A naked old man bleeding from both of his thighs, screaming for the goddess Demeter. A woman on a white horse, swinging a scepter against the side of a bull’s head, cracking the skull just beneath its majestic horn. Across the grass, there is a sticky residue, which smells faintly, and sweetly, of honey.
I think I won’t go into my father’s mushrooms after this.
i was there the day it happened
the moment
it felt like a blink of a second
but it was definitely real
now i sleep
Witnessed, standing there actually seeing something happen before your eyes. Witnessed, the one word that can mean “life or death.”
he witnessed the murder on a rainy afternoon. Not your average rainy. torrential down pour rainy. his vision was clouded so he couldn’t distinguish details, but he knew the culprit. how could he forget that figure that had haunted him for nearly a decade, it was Him.
As the smoke filtered lazily out of the gun barrel, the young lad cringed against the brick wall. He’d never witnessed a murder before – but he would again. Very soon. There came a steely click as the man worked the hammer of the revolver, reading another round.
I finally witnessed it. A domino effect of people falling down the stairs; it was possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me. You see me walking up the stairs, third person perspective obviously, and then here comes tumbling down young Mr. Know-It-All, sad really, down the stairs of the east wing in the building. First he knocks down Mr. Popular who has his arms around two females, the slut and the whore of the school, for purposes that will never be known due to the fact that they have never had sex, which is why the titles are so misleading. But then Mr. Popular lets go of the girls and he falls down on the school mascot, or the duck, which is an actual real-live duck in our school, yes I know it’s crazy. But the duck got mad, Mr. Popular was embarrassed, and Mr. Know-It-All was laying there frantically looking for his glasses. Yes, what I witnessed today was good.
A pair of eyes peers from behind the closet doors. His view is slightly obscured, but there’s no mystery surrounding what he has just witnessed… her orgasmic screaming was something that he never provoked on his own.