Foreign has a darker ring to it. Tinged with fear and suppression. All things strange and unknown are shapeless wraiths in the dark; it is not uncommon to mistake them for rows of machete wielding Pakistani boogeymen, a whole army encased in body turbans, shrieking and throwing their blades in the air. Thats pretty damn scary, now matter how racially sensitive you are. Still, even scarier, are the men in suits who don’t fight at all like our ancestors, who drink whiskey and sit in big chairs up in offices built up to the sky, beat their children then shower them with blind praise, kill thousands of men for their oil and heroin, yet still call themselves civilized and decent people. It has to be foreign to you to have the full effect, we see that every day, but its safe to say we’re all pretty terrible all around.
The Begining of the second world order started when the foreign minister came to the whitehouse with huge amouts of tic tacks, and a hose containing liquid nitrogen.
The bamboo forest stretched as far as the eye could see. A cobblestone path veined its way through the spread leading its way to the temple… Several lanterns glowed blue fire. Birds and insects I had never seen before screeched as I neared the stairway. Sitting under the pagoda was the master, king of all forms of magic.
It is different and unreal. Something strange but brilliant at the same time. Curiosities reaching there peaks. Wanting, hoping, to reach out arms and touch it. It is alien, it is foreign, it is now.
foreign things, places. god I want to see the world. Geological wonders in a foreign land! I need to meet the people and learn about them. Why is life so short that I have to pick one thing to do. Forever.
Your skin, just skin
makes my skin turn in on itself
everything about you should feel
familiar, friendly
but you are foreign
in ways that have nothing to do with your accent
I cannot recognize, in you, someone like me.
Something that is strange, or not what you are used to. Just could mean that someone or something from somewhere else. Not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just something different. Lots of foreign things, countries, ppl, animals, plants, etc.
She is a foreigner here, though everyone refuses to admit it. This isn’t where she belongs; she knows it and they know it too. Sometimes going home again just results in another goodbye.
This word “foreign” made me think immediately think about the relationships in my life. And how one of them is changing in a big way. No, the relationship has not been a splinter – a foreign object that has caused nothing but pain. Rather, it is candy. Something that was sweet and delicious. Mmmm, chocolate covered goodness. Fantastic, really.
Too bad it created such a toothache! Doh!
That, my friends, is the foreign object that needs to be removed. The pain that’s been caused from eating too much candy.
So, cheers to good dental health! It is for the best. Keep repeating that to yourself even as you hear the whirring of the dentist’s drill.
Foreign means from another country. If I travel to a different country I am in a foreign land. Different countries speak different languages. When I travel to a different country I may need to learn a foreign language. Some topics are foreign to me. That means I do not understand them.
Feel the leather beneath you, the expert stitching and design.
Feel the rumble of the engine of this foreign beast.
Now floor it as hard as you can because as exhilerating as the car is,
The Scottland yard is still after you.
It is hard to be foreign where everything is surreal and unknown. You think you have a grasp on your identity and then you are dropped into a place that is foreign and you beginning to question everything. One things start to become ordinary again, you begin to feel comfortable and then something else comes along that is foreign and the process begins again. Perhaps being foreign is a great way to keep life interesting.
Foreign things are sometimes the most interesting. Foreign countries: opportunities to explore new foods, see sites, meet new people. Endless interesting things to discover and scenes to become a part of a mold in your own way.
To be someone who is always the stranger, always the sojourner in a foreign land and yet to ache for a place to call mine, that will own me, a home a forever home is a curse and a gift. Was I born without the ability to grow roots or was it an injury done sometime, in this life or another?
i dont think why i’m writing this oh i’m just writing without a reason and this is sorta stupid whatever hehehe not funny hmph hmph – – i don’t sound like ME typing this hehehe, not funny either. blah.
Foreign winds blew towards him as he gazed upon the horizon. The day was just beginning, and deeply bright colors cascading from a distant point of light in the sky. He looked to the east, toward the heavens, and prayed for a peaceful journey.
Of or from a different country. There are many “foreigners” in my home country, but if they have lived there for most of their lives, are they still considered foreign? If they speak our language, eat our food and live out our culture- are they then British? Or still foreign?
foreign. that’s what everything’s been to me lately. i don’t know what i’m doing anymore. everything’s changed. i don’t want it to, it’s not the same. it’s all foreign, and it sucks. it hurts my little heart and makes me tired.
Foreign things. Interesting, because the amount of worldliness they afford you is often directly and inversely proportionate to the amount of risk you have to take to expose yourself to them. Same goes for ideas, places, AND people.
The roll of the r’s, the slight curve at the end, the fast speech; Arthur listened half-heartedly to what his friend was saying, instead locking his attention on that sweet, French accent rolling off that pink tongue.
He caught himself staring and flicked his eyes back up to those ocean eyes.
Foreign oil is falling all over us like a net. We are trapped and the only way out is to use a magnifying glass and the sun’s rays to burn our way out.
How did they do that? All that foreign muck going down their throats and no thought about what it could be doing to their insides. My life was now almost at an end because of similar sorts of actions and I regret it.
tangle your groove, mister
split them infinitives
like it’s rapture
simple is the best
pesto, she
asked twice & you
gave only once:
hardly the quota you
wuz after, now wuz it.
shimmer this way, boogie
that: biblical negotiations will
ever ensue: you needn’t
lose sleep over that one:
that one left her mark
long after the gold
rush.
Away from home I am thrilled, not frightened. As many turn to me for guidance in this foreign land I reach out so tenderly, caressing words I had learned in theory but never practiced on the hardened ears of native speakers. Suddenly my ability to be one with the world around me took flight and I had access to the wonders of the east.
Something I’ve never seen before. An object so foreign to me it might as well be alien. The issue is, even though I don’t know what it is, I’m drawn to it.
They were in the port of France, right near Paris. Contrary to popular belief, the men couldn’t see the Eiftle Tower from the boat. The city was covered in a smoky haze, gray molecules shrouding the view in summer humidity. It clung to their skin, sinking in like the women they chased in the red lights district. Beautiful women, ugly women, sensual women with candy coated lips wating to wrap themselves around.
Foreign has a darker ring to it. Tinged with fear and suppression. All things strange and unknown are shapeless wraiths in the dark; it is not uncommon to mistake them for rows of machete wielding Pakistani boogeymen, a whole army encased in body turbans, shrieking and throwing their blades in the air. Thats pretty damn scary, now matter how racially sensitive you are. Still, even scarier, are the men in suits who don’t fight at all like our ancestors, who drink whiskey and sit in big chairs up in offices built up to the sky, beat their children then shower them with blind praise, kill thousands of men for their oil and heroin, yet still call themselves civilized and decent people. It has to be foreign to you to have the full effect, we see that every day, but its safe to say we’re all pretty terrible all around.
The world is foreign yet it is home. The word makes you think of people and things from other places, yet for them, you are foreign.
The Begining of the second world order started when the foreign minister came to the whitehouse with huge amouts of tic tacks, and a hose containing liquid nitrogen.
Strange. Alien. From shore to shore whispers travel from sea breeze to sea breeze, odd tales of foreign wars on
Tilhørsforhold? Oprindelse? Etnicitet? Baggrund? Generation? Tilknytningskrav? Men hvad med mig?
The bamboo forest stretched as far as the eye could see. A cobblestone path veined its way through the spread leading its way to the temple… Several lanterns glowed blue fire. Birds and insects I had never seen before screeched as I neared the stairway. Sitting under the pagoda was the master, king of all forms of magic.
It is different and unreal. Something strange but brilliant at the same time. Curiosities reaching there peaks. Wanting, hoping, to reach out arms and touch it. It is alien, it is foreign, it is now.
foreign things, places. god I want to see the world. Geological wonders in a foreign land! I need to meet the people and learn about them. Why is life so short that I have to pick one thing to do. Forever.
Your skin, just skin
makes my skin turn in on itself
everything about you should feel
familiar, friendly
but you are foreign
in ways that have nothing to do with your accent
I cannot recognize, in you, someone like me.
exchange students. I’ve been so lazy with these “creative” writings lately. foreign. new, different, lonely. Blehhh.
fo’ reign for reigh
The merchant that came into port Almanuia (al-man-you-I-a) was from Ferguson, a foreign country.
In my childhood, foreign meant something unknown, different. Now, I think of of foreign as something of intrigue, new, opportunity.
Something that is strange, or not what you are used to. Just could mean that someone or something from somewhere else. Not necessarily a bad thing. It’s just something different. Lots of foreign things, countries, ppl, animals, plants, etc.
She is a foreigner here, though everyone refuses to admit it. This isn’t where she belongs; she knows it and they know it too. Sometimes going home again just results in another goodbye.
This word “foreign” made me think immediately think about the relationships in my life. And how one of them is changing in a big way. No, the relationship has not been a splinter – a foreign object that has caused nothing but pain. Rather, it is candy. Something that was sweet and delicious. Mmmm, chocolate covered goodness. Fantastic, really.
Too bad it created such a toothache! Doh!
That, my friends, is the foreign object that needs to be removed. The pain that’s been caused from eating too much candy.
So, cheers to good dental health! It is for the best. Keep repeating that to yourself even as you hear the whirring of the dentist’s drill.
Herring, please!
JennyG out.
Foreign means from another country. If I travel to a different country I am in a foreign land. Different countries speak different languages. When I travel to a different country I may need to learn a foreign language. Some topics are foreign to me. That means I do not understand them.
Feel the leather beneath you, the expert stitching and design.
Feel the rumble of the engine of this foreign beast.
Now floor it as hard as you can because as exhilerating as the car is,
The Scottland yard is still after you.
In my childhood, foreign meant something weird unknown. Now it means something beautifully intrigueing.
It is hard to be foreign where everything is surreal and unknown. You think you have a grasp on your identity and then you are dropped into a place that is foreign and you beginning to question everything. One things start to become ordinary again, you begin to feel comfortable and then something else comes along that is foreign and the process begins again. Perhaps being foreign is a great way to keep life interesting.
Foreign things are sometimes the most interesting. Foreign countries: opportunities to explore new foods, see sites, meet new people. Endless interesting things to discover and scenes to become a part of a mold in your own way.
I feel like I’m in a foreign country. It is new. It’s never happened to me before, but I don’t like it… At all.
To be someone who is always the stranger, always the sojourner in a foreign land and yet to ache for a place to call mine, that will own me, a home a forever home is a curse and a gift. Was I born without the ability to grow roots or was it an injury done sometime, in this life or another?
i dont think why i’m writing this oh i’m just writing without a reason and this is sorta stupid whatever hehehe not funny hmph hmph – – i don’t sound like ME typing this hehehe, not funny either. blah.
so there’s nothing much.
Foreign winds blew towards him as he gazed upon the horizon. The day was just beginning, and deeply bright colors cascading from a distant point of light in the sky. He looked to the east, toward the heavens, and prayed for a peaceful journey.
Of or from a different country. There are many “foreigners” in my home country, but if they have lived there for most of their lives, are they still considered foreign? If they speak our language, eat our food and live out our culture- are they then British? Or still foreign?
foreign. that’s what everything’s been to me lately. i don’t know what i’m doing anymore. everything’s changed. i don’t want it to, it’s not the same. it’s all foreign, and it sucks. it hurts my little heart and makes me tired.
Foreign things. Interesting, because the amount of worldliness they afford you is often directly and inversely proportionate to the amount of risk you have to take to expose yourself to them. Same goes for ideas, places, AND people.
The roll of the r’s, the slight curve at the end, the fast speech; Arthur listened half-heartedly to what his friend was saying, instead locking his attention on that sweet, French accent rolling off that pink tongue.
He caught himself staring and flicked his eyes back up to those ocean eyes.
Foreign oil is falling all over us like a net. We are trapped and the only way out is to use a magnifying glass and the sun’s rays to burn our way out.
How did they do that? All that foreign muck going down their throats and no thought about what it could be doing to their insides. My life was now almost at an end because of similar sorts of actions and I regret it.
id love to be in a foreign place far away from here. maby France yah that would be good… i would like to go see things ive never seen before!
different from a far away place unusual a unusual kind of person animal or place
The word foreign just depends on the point of view, anybody can be foreign in another country…
tangle your groove, mister
split them infinitives
like it’s rapture
simple is the best
pesto, she
asked twice & you
gave only once:
hardly the quota you
wuz after, now wuz it.
shimmer this way, boogie
that: biblical negotiations will
ever ensue: you needn’t
lose sleep over that one:
that one left her mark
long after the gold
rush.
Away from home I am thrilled, not frightened. As many turn to me for guidance in this foreign land I reach out so tenderly, caressing words I had learned in theory but never practiced on the hardened ears of native speakers. Suddenly my ability to be one with the world around me took flight and I had access to the wonders of the east.
USA
Something I’ve never seen before. An object so foreign to me it might as well be alien. The issue is, even though I don’t know what it is, I’m drawn to it.
They were in the port of France, right near Paris. Contrary to popular belief, the men couldn’t see the Eiftle Tower from the boat. The city was covered in a smoky haze, gray molecules shrouding the view in summer humidity. It clung to their skin, sinking in like the women they chased in the red lights district. Beautiful women, ugly women, sensual women with candy coated lips wating to wrap themselves around.
As soon as Dave woke up he wanted to fall back asleep to recapture…figure out and piece together the foreign dream he was having.”
Has that ever happened to you?