I think about curious george. The iconic yellow, a big wide-brimmed hat. I remember the doctor’s office I went to as a kid where he had all the curious George books to read. I liked to read it because my little brother wasn’t there to take it away from me. I remember my mom sitting next to me and we’d just sit quietly, her with her magazine, and me with curious George.
This is quite the curious predicament. I have not written here in some time, yet I always find my way back. Perhaps it’s the spoken word I’ve heard, working it’s way through me. Inspiring me to continue though I may some days lack such inspiration to write anything coherent.
‘So curious is this feeling’, said he as the moonlight danced across the rippling sea. ‘T’is too calm to be verily named as waves, yet t’is too boisterous to be aptly named as glass. So curious…’
i am curious, about the world and about people
didnt curiousity kill the cat?????
im curious if you like me. because you know…..
i like you and all, so do you?
just curious :)
Don’t be afraid. I always was, and look were that got me. Alone and tired, so tired. I am dumb, with the questions I never asked screaming in my ears. I am silent, choking on the fears of what will never be.
I just wanted to say that i meant to write that i would then be curious as to what it would be like to be truly SAD*, not “side”… my bad. CURIOUSNESS!!!! <— funny word
Curious is the time you took,
a curse in my direction
lovers lone and long I stood
waiting for love’s perfection
It never came. I came around
to believing I wasn’t there,
not in that place they find themselves
love is no crown that I can wear
i want to know everything about everything. I want to know all about the meaning of love, the meaning of life. I want to know what it feels like to be truly happy. But even then I would be curious as to what it feels like to be truly side, never content, and I would always be wanting to know more… curious.
I am always curious. Curious about what people think of me, about how people act around me and when they are alone. I am curious about what I will do in my future, and how my life will end up. I am also curious about the meaning of life, and space. I am curious about God and if I am doing this life right.
sometimes I get curious. But if you really think about it, what does curious even mean? what does it entail? i think that being curious means having the willingness to explore what’s around you. be skeptical. don’t just take what others say. discover things for your self! being curious means being brave.
I wonder.. Why does it make me wonder? I can wonder about that too. Curiously curious. It makes me want to lay out under the stars and just think about what’s out there, what I wish was out there and what I’m positive isn’t. Curious.
curious I’m curious about what I’m writing about, about when the raid will stop and how the gig will go. I’m curious about how curious my curious little mind will work with no sleep and good music and no weed
Alice was curious. That got her into trouble. Do you want to be like Alice? What’s through the looking glass or down that rabbit’s hole? In the end, she died. That’s what curiosity gets you. Death. Do you want to be like Alice? Didn’t think so.
I was always curious to see what I would do when faced in an adverse situation. I always wanted to have an ffair. I always wanted to get a cavity. No matter the pain, I’ve always found that the life expeirence – the being able to say that I did something – was far more important to me than dealing with the repricussions afterwards. To this day I’m still waiting to outgrow it.
Behind the door there was a small cat. She was named China. She loved to explore the world, and her owners were just fine letting her venture in and outside as she pleased. One day, she was let outside, and her owners went on vacation, and she did not have any way to get back inside the house, so she got very hungry.
Curiousness is something that stands in all path, but it is something that we must overcome not only to learn but to create a new sense of adventure in our liefs.
and in my curiosity
i ponder all the injustices present in the world
i wonder why things are the way they are
and how they could be improved upon
i am curious as to why my mind twists in these mysterious ways in which they seem to always do
i am curious why i feel alienated from the typical teenaged female
i ask all of my questions
i write them all down
yet none ever get answered
for they are unanswerable.
Curious. We are all curious. To see what we will become. Sometimes, we get so stuck in these ruts. Doing the same thing, or maybe doing different things, but we just do not feel 100 per cent. And I wish it didn’t happen, because we all want to feel great all the time. We all want to be our best selves all the time, but we just can’t. It doesn’t work like that. So we remain curious, as to what we may become.
I creep. Dart through life.
Always asking, always wondering. Exploring, thinking. This is what takes up most of my day.
I am a monkey, lost amidst a concrete jungle where all the answers I find will never satisfy me. And where I can never truly learn everything.
She was curious. She had never seen anything like it. A bag, laid lifelessly below a tree, whose sinister branches reached upwards. For a moment, she thought she could hear the shrieks of laughter vaguely echoing in the park around her. Of course, there was not any laughter. There was not anything at all.
one day I was walkking down a path and I saw a little purple spec . I bent down and picked it up and it was a beautiful ring , I wore everyday until I lost it … I always think maybe someone else saw a littel spec and found it too .
I was curious about what this website might be about. I read the sentence on the first page and It said to right about the word at the top which was curious. Curious isn’t it rather fitting for a first time trying this. I am now curious as to what I can get written down before the time runs out.
It’s a feeling I get, even during the moments where I am most content. The ever-present ‘what if?’ in the back of my mind. You and I may be happy….but is this as happy as I can be, or is there an even greater happiness waiting for me?
The cat crept closer to the mysterious object. Inch by inch. Suddenly, a sound! The cat froze, giant eyes searching for the source. Nothing. The seconds ticked by. He began his slow creep towards the object once more. Curiosity must be answered!
when you feel like you need to know something… the less you know about it the more you want to know, usually about things you shouldn’t be trying to find out and often end up with someone getting hurt
I used to be curios, I think everyone used to be Curios, although things change and people grow up. Now we look at curiosity as a sin and a impolite manner. I think we should go back, and be curios for a little more.
being curious can be a danger yet answer many questions
curiosity has killed the cat from some rumor i have heard
curiosity ——-well with out it we may find most things boring
so be curious but cautious and keep on ……………….smiling
sometimes i get curious about:
what will happen
who will happen
can it happen?
should i be scared?
can i be scared?
will i be scared?
I am just curious. What is so wrong with me? Why can’t you feel the same way about me that I do about you? Why do I feel so alone? I am just curious.
Curious. Curious. Curious we all are. Curious of this and curious of that. Wonderment and fear.
How curious it is that we should incur such curves (currently).
I think about curious george. The iconic yellow, a big wide-brimmed hat. I remember the doctor’s office I went to as a kid where he had all the curious George books to read. I liked to read it because my little brother wasn’t there to take it away from me. I remember my mom sitting next to me and we’d just sit quietly, her with her magazine, and me with curious George.
curious about
what i don’t know
or think i should
curious about what other people think about
all day
what motivates them
i wonder about everything
because i know nothing
really
life is only questions
curiousity kills the cat
curious george
debatable
questionable
thinking
ponder
sneaky
imagination
This is quite the curious predicament. I have not written here in some time, yet I always find my way back. Perhaps it’s the spoken word I’ve heard, working it’s way through me. Inspiring me to continue though I may some days lack such inspiration to write anything coherent.
‘So curious is this feeling’, said he as the moonlight danced across the rippling sea. ‘T’is too calm to be verily named as waves, yet t’is too boisterous to be aptly named as glass. So curious…’
i am curious, about the world and about people
didnt curiousity kill the cat?????
im curious if you like me. because you know…..
i like you and all, so do you?
just curious :)
He reached for the box unsure of what it may contain… this was no pleasantly wrapped package with bow. it was a found box a used box.
Don’t be afraid. I always was, and look were that got me. Alone and tired, so tired. I am dumb, with the questions I never asked screaming in my ears. I am silent, choking on the fears of what will never be.
To wonder. To be full of this woner. It is an innocence and a simplicity.
I just wanted to say that i meant to write that i would then be curious as to what it would be like to be truly SAD*, not “side”… my bad. CURIOUSNESS!!!! <— funny word
Curious is the time you took,
a curse in my direction
lovers lone and long I stood
waiting for love’s perfection
It never came. I came around
to believing I wasn’t there,
not in that place they find themselves
love is no crown that I can wear
i want to know everything about everything. I want to know all about the meaning of love, the meaning of life. I want to know what it feels like to be truly happy. But even then I would be curious as to what it feels like to be truly side, never content, and I would always be wanting to know more… curious.
I am always curious. Curious about what people think of me, about how people act around me and when they are alone. I am curious about what I will do in my future, and how my life will end up. I am also curious about the meaning of life, and space. I am curious about God and if I am doing this life right.
sometimes I get curious. But if you really think about it, what does curious even mean? what does it entail? i think that being curious means having the willingness to explore what’s around you. be skeptical. don’t just take what others say. discover things for your self! being curious means being brave.
I wonder.. Why does it make me wonder? I can wonder about that too. Curiously curious. It makes me want to lay out under the stars and just think about what’s out there, what I wish was out there and what I’m positive isn’t. Curious.
curious I’m curious about what I’m writing about, about when the raid will stop and how the gig will go. I’m curious about how curious my curious little mind will work with no sleep and good music and no weed
Alice was curious. That got her into trouble. Do you want to be like Alice? What’s through the looking glass or down that rabbit’s hole? In the end, she died. That’s what curiosity gets you. Death. Do you want to be like Alice? Didn’t think so.
I was always curious to see what I would do when faced in an adverse situation. I always wanted to have an ffair. I always wanted to get a cavity. No matter the pain, I’ve always found that the life expeirence – the being able to say that I did something – was far more important to me than dealing with the repricussions afterwards. To this day I’m still waiting to outgrow it.
Close your eyes
under the skies,
reveal what lies
inside your mind.
Over new highs
ubiquity imagination flies.
Surreal life ties.
Behind the door there was a small cat. She was named China. She loved to explore the world, and her owners were just fine letting her venture in and outside as she pleased. One day, she was let outside, and her owners went on vacation, and she did not have any way to get back inside the house, so she got very hungry.
Curiouser and Curiouser, down we fall through the rabbit hole.
They say that curiosity killed the cat.
I say it makes life worth living.
If life were completely full of surprises, I don’t think I could handle it.
No, I’ll let my curiosity get the best of me, thank you very much.
Close your eyes
under the skies,
reveal what lies
inside your mind.
Over new highs
ubiguity imagination flies.
Surreal life ties.
Curiousness is something that stands in all path, but it is something that we must overcome not only to learn but to create a new sense of adventure in our liefs.
Curious are we.
You know what they say don’t you…. Curiosity killed the cats, or in your case cats.
He had this look on his face that would have made any man cringe, we knew that something would come from this but we had never expected this.
and in my curiosity
i ponder all the injustices present in the world
i wonder why things are the way they are
and how they could be improved upon
i am curious as to why my mind twists in these mysterious ways in which they seem to always do
i am curious why i feel alienated from the typical teenaged female
i ask all of my questions
i write them all down
yet none ever get answered
for they are unanswerable.
Curious. We are all curious. To see what we will become. Sometimes, we get so stuck in these ruts. Doing the same thing, or maybe doing different things, but we just do not feel 100 per cent. And I wish it didn’t happen, because we all want to feel great all the time. We all want to be our best selves all the time, but we just can’t. It doesn’t work like that. So we remain curious, as to what we may become.
Curious eyes watching hands moving, punching, molding, pouring in a pan, pop it in the oven. Curious eyes watch and learn.
I creep. Dart through life.
Always asking, always wondering. Exploring, thinking. This is what takes up most of my day.
I am a monkey, lost amidst a concrete jungle where all the answers I find will never satisfy me. And where I can never truly learn everything.
She was curious. She had never seen anything like it. A bag, laid lifelessly below a tree, whose sinister branches reached upwards. For a moment, she thought she could hear the shrieks of laughter vaguely echoing in the park around her. Of course, there was not any laughter. There was not anything at all.
one day I was walkking down a path and I saw a little purple spec . I bent down and picked it up and it was a beautiful ring , I wore everyday until I lost it … I always think maybe someone else saw a littel spec and found it too .
I was curious about what this website might be about. I read the sentence on the first page and It said to right about the word at the top which was curious. Curious isn’t it rather fitting for a first time trying this. I am now curious as to what I can get written down before the time runs out.
It’s a feeling I get, even during the moments where I am most content. The ever-present ‘what if?’ in the back of my mind. You and I may be happy….but is this as happy as I can be, or is there an even greater happiness waiting for me?
The cat crept closer to the mysterious object. Inch by inch. Suddenly, a sound! The cat froze, giant eyes searching for the source. Nothing. The seconds ticked by. He began his slow creep towards the object once more. Curiosity must be answered!
when you feel like you need to know something… the less you know about it the more you want to know, usually about things you shouldn’t be trying to find out and often end up with someone getting hurt
I used to be curios, I think everyone used to be Curios, although things change and people grow up. Now we look at curiosity as a sin and a impolite manner. I think we should go back, and be curios for a little more.
being curious can be a danger yet answer many questions
curiosity has killed the cat from some rumor i have heard
curiosity ——-well with out it we may find most things boring
so be curious but cautious and keep on ……………….smiling