there once was a foreign girl named chyna. she liked to frolic in the woods. she lived in a castle in the middle of nowhere. her best friend was a donkey named arthur. her and arthur had an indescribable relationship. the end.
I was a national that was lost in a sea of tranquility. Stuck on some ho hum land where ships fail to dock at. I always wondered why no one cared about a barren environment nestled to so much life. Water splashing rocks, gulls crooning over broken huts.
step on the beach. white sands cover my feet. the water cold. so cold the sea. it’s greener than i expected. this far place from home. the white buildings along the hills. the sun. the green. the water. so cold. the sun. so hot.
this all so foreign. and all so… not. it could be home i think.
‘It all seems so strange, though I know for a fact that I’ve walked this street over a thousand times,’ he thought. ‘What is happening to me? Has it been that long? Am I that old?’
His voyage into senility, coupled with the fog of night, left him feeling abandoned, foreign.
paris. once i visited paris it was beautiful. I just read a book aobut paris it was one of those silly teeny-bopper books. but i till really enjoyed it. I love french. It is my favorite language i used to take it as a class but quit. i kind of wish i hadnt quit because i still love it even though im not actualy learning it. i should learn it on my own i know the basics. Why not? cause imtoo damn bus y maybe this summer..no i wont do it caus im too lazy. why am i lazy. why does it seem like americans are lazier than foreigners? I mean look at the chinese and the japanese! they go to school so much for such long stretches of time. and we complain about our little amount of school. oh well. i want to live somewhere else. somewhere foreign. I really love france but paris was a bit dirty. I would love to live in a rainy metropolus. I almost moved to Portland. but it was too expensive and im too much of a scaredy cat. I loved that city though. but i would love to travel around london orr live there. I just dont want to live in a suburbia colorado town for the rest of my life. I want to travel and live in foreign places. I have an aunt who traveled a ton when i was little. She would always send us post cards and it seemed magical and unlike anything i hadd ever seen. Iwas lucky to have gone on that paris trip with my french lclass. i kinda wish i had saved it for my senior year because there is so much more i would appreciate about it now. I made some really good friends on that trip but they have disolved by now. I think it would be so cool to travel.
I may try to mold two different girls into an image of you. And they won’t suffice. There will always be you. You who is so good at rationalizing and telling yourself how to feel because of the titles you create. How strange that is to those of us who simply feel based on the truth of the moment.
slick pasting the galaxies
i wonder
i wait for the next digression
I infatuate beyond plenty
seven times the seven dreams
of these foreign times
ask your eternal questions
in the next Demeter, pleasing
pleasure paints
the least of your worries . . .
A place I’ve never seen. A place I want to go. I long to see it, I long to be there. I’ve dreamed about it, wrote about it, talked about it. And it doesn’t exist..
unknown, something that is confusing to most people. it can be considered scary or weird but in many cases can open up an incredible and new world. foreign may start out strange, but most of the time end up beautiful.
It’s not as if i ever felt i belonged. Born to a country and a culture you never agreed to and subjected to the norms and conventions of a time period you had no voice in forming. The ‘givens’ and ‘of courses’ of your day to day are those put down by them. Keep ’em.
He stood out from the rest of the crowd around him. Though he looked like any other random guy around, knowing he was from somewhere else that wasn’t here made him seem more…. interesting… exotic.
people europe, across the seas. hot boys and yummy food. different language, new culture, bringing surprise and different things to a new country. making new friends. sometimes quite annoying. an unknown substance in the body. immune systems try to fight against it. special
A listless stranger flits her eyes about
as her thoughts must be also.
She has bright eyes, large eyes,
round eyes,
inflated eyes:
eyes full of air.
Her hair is thin and wispy, and it makes her seem frail
as it barely grazes her tiny shoulders.
Her knees are best to her chest
as she sits on a bench,
and she’s hugging them.
Her nails are bright orange,
she’s wearing short shorts,
and sneakers.
She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on,
and you’re sure of her depth of soul,
and you’re sure that she’s perfect.
to leave, not know where you are going. to be with someone that is so different from you. to leave all that you know and venture outside of your world. to be in a different place.
You know what’s foreign? Riding a bike in the fucking city. I fucking love this city, and I love their sporadic bike lines, but goddamn. You’d think people would watch out for things before they open their car doors, but no. I almost run straight into a car door TWICE in one day because people are too stupid to watch the fuck what they’re doing.
i was born in a foreign country. i was born in Sweden. i haven’t been back to Sweden since i was 2 years old, but, when i’m asked i have to say i’m foreign. i am an American. i do not want to be Swedish. i want to be just like you. forever and always.
Well, see I already wrote a story about this word. A story about a guy that liked to travel and didn’t like the beach because he thought it was overrated just like me. I really liked that he thought that.. I guess I could say that he really likes beach houses though because he really likes that nautical feeling you get around those places and it’s just a cool place to be.
What is it like coming to america from a different country? What is it like to strip away who you used to be, so that you can become who you want to be? When does the new life stop being foreign and the old life becomes it?
One of my best friends is foreign. His mother is from Laos, his father from China. I wish I was more foreign, I wish I was more cultured that is. I think foreign kids in school have always had it hard. I think they’re lucky to be raised away from the U.S. They truly are though if you think about it.
There once was a foreign man who came to visit a small town. He came near and he traveled far from me, but he never stopped traveling. He liked parks and he loved to walk in the rain. He thought beaches were overrated and that dogs were sweet, but he didn’t need one. Until one day when he was dancing in the rain and he saw a dog.
russian europe awesome fun wanna be maine hot not usual stylish good looking rome cars scooters scarfs lizzie mcguire blue purple england henry execution good kisser mykonos red flowers stereo love vodka fashion shows dolce and gabbana versace chanel coach perfume expensive fur planes streets
is far strange and descriminated… where are you from… ur accent is intruiging… why are you there.. and when will u be from here…. i bet this place is funny… or is it sad… your so wild and mysterious… can i go back with you…. are you from a far off planet ,,,,
i went to the fruit store this morning, and i met a man with a strong accent. He told me about his home country, where he used to be an engineer. He came to america for a better life, but now he’s peddling fruit to ungrateful hipsters. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t tell him. He still has a gleam of hope in his eye.
i am terrible at foreign languages. i wish i were better. .i would love to travel to a foreign country and be able to interact perfectly as if i were a local. i have always dreamed of being able to go to any country and communicate and fit in. i think i should be a spy. i would be really good at it! h. well maybe not. it would be fun though. i can’t keep a secret though, so i would make a terrible spy.
This feeling settles in my stomach, almost like it’s hollow, but it happens when you’re arm is against mine. How could just a simple touch do that, though? I’ve touched plenty of people’s arms and yet, that feeling has never occurred before. I don’t know what this feeling is, it’s something different and new, I’m not sure I like what I think it means either.
people from a different country, a different language, a different norm setting, different clothes, different dialects, completely different ways of living, being across the pond, immigrants
sometimes, i feel like i only know you while you’re sound asleep.
i’d trace my fingers over the slope of your nose, down the edge of your jaw, and i sense familiarity. but then you’d wake up, and i won’t know you anymore.
Someday I want to study abroad in a foreign land. It would be ideal if my best friend would join me. We could have the most unpredictable adventures and would stumble upon the craziest things. These are the kinds of friends that stay in your life forever. We would learn and experience so much!
a foreign place is uknown. This is taking long to write because the site is foreign for me. I do not know what to write. My mother is foreign. This seems like more than sixty seconds. Foreign people are nice.
I love Italy so much. It is probably my ultinmate place to live. I wish I could move there today. I miss it so very much. I lo e the lifestyle and the people. I feel so at home there– much more than here in Nebraska. I need to get back there and feel like me again.
there once was a foreign girl named chyna. she liked to frolic in the woods. she lived in a castle in the middle of nowhere. her best friend was a donkey named arthur. her and arthur had an indescribable relationship. the end.
I was a national that was lost in a sea of tranquility. Stuck on some ho hum land where ships fail to dock at. I always wondered why no one cared about a barren environment nestled to so much life. Water splashing rocks, gulls crooning over broken huts.
Foreign feelings from deep in my heart
where should I start?
I actaully feel in love.
Sadly its all a pain
Foreign Dream.
outside, alienation, external, immigrant, travel, country, passport, alien, prisoner, domestic, exports, imports, goods, clothes, taxes, food, aid,
step on the beach. white sands cover my feet. the water cold. so cold the sea. it’s greener than i expected. this far place from home. the white buildings along the hills. the sun. the green. the water. so cold. the sun. so hot.
this all so foreign. and all so… not. it could be home i think.
‘It all seems so strange, though I know for a fact that I’ve walked this street over a thousand times,’ he thought. ‘What is happening to me? Has it been that long? Am I that old?’
His voyage into senility, coupled with the fog of night, left him feeling abandoned, foreign.
paris. once i visited paris it was beautiful. I just read a book aobut paris it was one of those silly teeny-bopper books. but i till really enjoyed it. I love french. It is my favorite language i used to take it as a class but quit. i kind of wish i hadnt quit because i still love it even though im not actualy learning it. i should learn it on my own i know the basics. Why not? cause imtoo damn bus y maybe this summer..no i wont do it caus im too lazy. why am i lazy. why does it seem like americans are lazier than foreigners? I mean look at the chinese and the japanese! they go to school so much for such long stretches of time. and we complain about our little amount of school. oh well. i want to live somewhere else. somewhere foreign. I really love france but paris was a bit dirty. I would love to live in a rainy metropolus. I almost moved to Portland. but it was too expensive and im too much of a scaredy cat. I loved that city though. but i would love to travel around london orr live there. I just dont want to live in a suburbia colorado town for the rest of my life. I want to travel and live in foreign places. I have an aunt who traveled a ton when i was little. She would always send us post cards and it seemed magical and unlike anything i hadd ever seen. Iwas lucky to have gone on that paris trip with my french lclass. i kinda wish i had saved it for my senior year because there is so much more i would appreciate about it now. I made some really good friends on that trip but they have disolved by now. I think it would be so cool to travel.
I may try to mold two different girls into an image of you. And they won’t suffice. There will always be you. You who is so good at rationalizing and telling yourself how to feel because of the titles you create. How strange that is to those of us who simply feel based on the truth of the moment.
She wasn’t around from these parts. Never had she seen skirts so short and boys so thin. It was all foreign to her and she didn’t like it much.
slick pasting the galaxies
i wonder
i wait for the next digression
I infatuate beyond plenty
seven times the seven dreams
of these foreign times
ask your eternal questions
in the next Demeter, pleasing
pleasure paints
the least of your worries . . .
A place I’ve never seen. A place I want to go. I long to see it, I long to be there. I’ve dreamed about it, wrote about it, talked about it. And it doesn’t exist..
unknown, something that is confusing to most people. it can be considered scary or weird but in many cases can open up an incredible and new world. foreign may start out strange, but most of the time end up beautiful.
“You. Are. Pretty.” He made vague hand motions along with his words, nearing desperation. Her amber eyes danced mischievously.
“Monsieur Patrick, je parle anglais. I speak Enlgish.”
“Oh.” He shrugged. “So you’ll get dinner with me?”
That which we desperately hope
To stamp out
Because it is not
Like us
spanish out of america different hot outer space et transfered student exchanged student wierd different
It’s not as if i ever felt i belonged. Born to a country and a culture you never agreed to and subjected to the norms and conventions of a time period you had no voice in forming. The ‘givens’ and ‘of courses’ of your day to day are those put down by them. Keep ’em.
He stood out from the rest of the crowd around him. Though he looked like any other random guy around, knowing he was from somewhere else that wasn’t here made him seem more…. interesting… exotic.
people europe, across the seas. hot boys and yummy food. different language, new culture, bringing surprise and different things to a new country. making new friends. sometimes quite annoying. an unknown substance in the body. immune systems try to fight against it. special
A listless stranger flits her eyes about
as her thoughts must be also.
She has bright eyes, large eyes,
round eyes,
inflated eyes:
eyes full of air.
Her hair is thin and wispy, and it makes her seem frail
as it barely grazes her tiny shoulders.
Her knees are best to her chest
as she sits on a bench,
and she’s hugging them.
Her nails are bright orange,
she’s wearing short shorts,
and sneakers.
She’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever laid eyes on,
and you’re sure of her depth of soul,
and you’re sure that she’s perfect.
Do you know anything?
to leave, not know where you are going. to be with someone that is so different from you. to leave all that you know and venture outside of your world. to be in a different place.
You know what’s foreign? Riding a bike in the fucking city. I fucking love this city, and I love their sporadic bike lines, but goddamn. You’d think people would watch out for things before they open their car doors, but no. I almost run straight into a car door TWICE in one day because people are too stupid to watch the fuck what they’re doing.
i was born in a foreign country. i was born in Sweden. i haven’t been back to Sweden since i was 2 years old, but, when i’m asked i have to say i’m foreign. i am an American. i do not want to be Swedish. i want to be just like you. forever and always.
Well, see I already wrote a story about this word. A story about a guy that liked to travel and didn’t like the beach because he thought it was overrated just like me. I really liked that he thought that.. I guess I could say that he really likes beach houses though because he really likes that nautical feeling you get around those places and it’s just a cool place to be.
What is it like coming to america from a different country? What is it like to strip away who you used to be, so that you can become who you want to be? When does the new life stop being foreign and the old life becomes it?
One of my best friends is foreign. His mother is from Laos, his father from China. I wish I was more foreign, I wish I was more cultured that is. I think foreign kids in school have always had it hard. I think they’re lucky to be raised away from the U.S. They truly are though if you think about it.
There once was a foreign man who came to visit a small town. He came near and he traveled far from me, but he never stopped traveling. He liked parks and he loved to walk in the rain. He thought beaches were overrated and that dogs were sweet, but he didn’t need one. Until one day when he was dancing in the rain and he saw a dog.
Something foreign comes before the rain, but not before being reigned in, for
russian europe awesome fun wanna be maine hot not usual stylish good looking rome cars scooters scarfs lizzie mcguire blue purple england henry execution good kisser mykonos red flowers stereo love vodka fashion shows dolce and gabbana versace chanel coach perfume expensive fur planes streets
is far strange and descriminated… where are you from… ur accent is intruiging… why are you there.. and when will u be from here…. i bet this place is funny… or is it sad… your so wild and mysterious… can i go back with you…. are you from a far off planet ,,,,
i went to the fruit store this morning, and i met a man with a strong accent. He told me about his home country, where he used to be an engineer. He came to america for a better life, but now he’s peddling fruit to ungrateful hipsters. I feel sorry for him, but I can’t tell him. He still has a gleam of hope in his eye.
Fez from that 7s show. end of story.
Orlando Bloom. Foreign.
i am terrible at foreign languages. i wish i were better. .i would love to travel to a foreign country and be able to interact perfectly as if i were a local. i have always dreamed of being able to go to any country and communicate and fit in. i think i should be a spy. i would be really good at it! h. well maybe not. it would be fun though. i can’t keep a secret though, so i would make a terrible spy.
Foreign makes me think of aliens and spaceships. I hate people that think “aliens” and spaceships are fucking real. Come on really? ALIENS.
This feeling settles in my stomach, almost like it’s hollow, but it happens when you’re arm is against mine. How could just a simple touch do that, though? I’ve touched plenty of people’s arms and yet, that feeling has never occurred before. I don’t know what this feeling is, it’s something different and new, I’m not sure I like what I think it means either.
people from a different country, a different language, a different norm setting, different clothes, different dialects, completely different ways of living, being across the pond, immigrants
sometimes, i feel like i only know you while you’re sound asleep.
i’d trace my fingers over the slope of your nose, down the edge of your jaw, and i sense familiarity. but then you’d wake up, and i won’t know you anymore.
Someday I want to study abroad in a foreign land. It would be ideal if my best friend would join me. We could have the most unpredictable adventures and would stumble upon the craziest things. These are the kinds of friends that stay in your life forever. We would learn and experience so much!
a foreign place is uknown. This is taking long to write because the site is foreign for me. I do not know what to write. My mother is foreign. This seems like more than sixty seconds. Foreign people are nice.
I love Italy so much. It is probably my ultinmate place to live. I wish I could move there today. I miss it so very much. I lo e the lifestyle and the people. I feel so at home there– much more than here in Nebraska. I need to get back there and feel like me again.