a goofy laugh
hair that lies flat, not spiked with gel
a simple smile that brightens my day
he is amazing.
its so simple.
so right.
we should be together.
to me its so clear…
and yet its a mystery.
why do i feel like this?
its unnatural.
strange.
wrong.
i should be running away,
running from the hurt,
the pain,
thats sure to come from this.
but i can’t move.
his smile locks me in place,
and his eyes seal my fate.
i love him.
what is it that im feeling?
he stands there in an orange shirt and laughs
what is it that im feeling?
he puts his arm around me and holds me tight
what is it that im feeling?
i want to dance with him
i want to kiss him
what is it that im feeling?
im so young
so innocent
why? when did i become so…different?
its a mystery.
i can’t explain.
it s so alluring. I feel as if i shouldn’t go towards it, but I do anyways, A bad boy and a good boy, your neveer know what your going to get. It makes you wonder about life. I mean it’s a mystery right? So if life’s a mystery, can we catergorize anything?
A mystery, something unknown and something people want to know about. Books, movies, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle before anyone else does. Nancy Drew, and puzzles, all part of childhood, and even becoming an adult. Life is full of mysteries.
The mystery of the night was inevitable. It was the darkness, it created more mystery than you or I. But when I looked into the stars reflected in your eyes, I knew the only way I could see you again was in this eternal night. But don’t worry. I promise to visit you in the day.
mystery is what makes the world. without mystery, the world wouldn’t exist. to see the mystery is to live. to be mysterious is to represent the treasure the world has in store for us.
Elia shook her head. He was a mystery–but a good one. One that she wanted to figure out. One that she WOULD figure out. It would just take her some time. It was worth it, though. And she had plenty of time with him to learn all about him. Everything she needed to know.
Every day when we wake up, we have no idea about the truth of the world we live in. For all we know, our dreams could be reality. Life, and the universe, is all a mystery. The greatest minds ever have struggled with it, and all we down on earth can do is smile at it all.
Why she went for the Frosted Flakes was no mystery — her sugar radar was finely tuned, and that tiger was practically shouting at her from the box to go ahead and pour.
idk i just don know what it is that is why it is a mystery- it is unknown and is meant to stay that way forever and shouldnt try to be changed or tampered the mystery is pure
The mystery the kids faced was crucial. They stared at the house as if something was going to pop out at them, ready to scar them for life. Everything the elderly had told them was true… it was a haunted place. And no one should ever walk a foot on the grounds. Or they would truly go insane.
There was something off about her. Maybe it was the fact that she wore a black hat that hid her face? Or maybe the fact that she spoke only when spoken to, which is unusual for most women. I was baffled. Never before had I seen such a, well, if I was to put it, she’s a mystery.
that’s life in a nutshell. you wake up in the morning and there you go, with your future ahead, devlopping, and you witnessing it, unresolving it, like the mystery of yourself. the mystery of your life. in a nutshell.
the world is a mystery. we live each day not knowing what the next is going to bring. we go through the world always wondering what’s around the corner. the greatest thing about human life is the unexpected. we have the pleasure of waking up one day and our lives forever changing.
mystery is when something is alluring. Like yoiu want to know more but can you? IF you do find out, then it kind of ruins the allure, then what’s the point? I like mysteries. Sherlock holmes! scotland yard! robert downney jr is suuper hot in that movie…jude law’s hot too of course…i want to be a detective…little late for that..oh, jack the ripper….i wish i was born then.
Love is such a mystery. If you can not see love or feel love or taste love or hear love, how do we know that it is there? How do we put our full faith hopes and dreams in something that may or may not be? How do we willingly throw ourselves into the unknown?
The date was the movies. the Movie was a romantic comedy. preferred snack, Coke and a small popcorn. Gosh i hate Blind Dates. But Cassey’s always sending me on them. Who will it be this time? it’s a mystery.
I don’t know that I believe in mysteries anymore. Not that kind that compel and confuse me. I believe that it is possible to be so knowledgeable about oneself that nothing else is really a mystery anymore.
I think a lot of things in life are a mystery. Mysteries are fun to solve because they help develop you as a person and keep you busy. The mystery of people is the most facinating to discover. Every person has a little puzzle to their personality that
what a mystery. i just woke up and fount three little orange hexagons in my pocket. i’m in a room that smells like someone just beat the dust off of a lazyboy into the air in it’s still swirling around and around and around like the fan that’s over me. is this my house? i have a ceiling fan? best check the mirror to see what i look like. a long wool jacket and and unshaven face with some blue jeans are mainly what i’m comprised of. that and a humongous headache.
Why do I feel the way I do about this? SO what if you are dating another girl? Good for you. I mean I had my chance with you, you asked me out numerous times and made your feelings known and I rejected you, told you I didn’t feel the same way. So why is it now that I am bothered by your love life not including me? Why do I feel as though it should be me? My feelings towards you haven’t changed. And thus, is the mystery of my emotions.
they say love is a mystery. well it is, but its part of life – the real mystery. what isnt is the way i feel with you. the world at my fingertips – eternity to play. my one true reality. the thing that makes me alive. my connection to all that is. the only articulation for this subtle, vague, and vast existence. ~this ability, your being, your essence – though it is perfect, the only thing that makes sense in the world and the cosmos, though it resonates within my very core, though it runs through my blood, and is what i breathe, though you are what i am made of, everything i am. you are beyond life. you are peace and heaven and moksha. you are my soul. – you, you are the true mystery.
my friend in seventh grade had a name necklace, It looked like it said ‘mystery’. It said Ashley. I have called her mystery to this day. It’s actually pretty stupid.but the nickname stuck
mystery man sits alone in the dingy bar. I know I have to talk to him, I have to deliver the message. But the shiny gun in it’s holster gives me a reason to pause. But I know that if I don’t deliver this message, M will surely kill me like he said. He looks over at me. Shit, I thought. Just do it. So I walked over and smiled artifically.
Everything is at once simple and mysterious. “How,” you ask. Well, if everything is mysterious, then we do not need to understand it. And if we don’t need to understand it, we don’t need to worry. And THAT is marvelously simple.
It’s a mystery! It’s cliche much.
She dips her hand into the blackblue water and pulls out a handful of fall leaves. It’s okay- nothing here surprises the three of them anymore. Not the nets hung above the trees just to catch falling angels or the steps around the trees so that the ghosts don’t tire.
the mystery in a piece of cloth is better than anything you can ever put on a plan white piece of mystery paper…. and mystery google for that fact is way better than the regular google. You like mystery fiction right? oh yeah.. I guess you don’t. MYSTERY GOOGLE Anyways, I’m writing about the word “mystery” what am I doing, this is shitless and pointless. Mystery is not really a mundane word as only some people actually use it. So how was your day?
Finding the gap between what you question and the things you know. Putting a puzzle together for the sake of finding truth. Exploring the unknown. Searching for something, possibly morbid. Who even knooooooooooooows. God. What is God?
Mystery, is the art of not knowing who, why or when. But loving every second of finding out when, where, and why. It’s not the beginning that’s exciting, it’s the journey to the end. The twists, the turns, the lies, the deceit. Life is a mystery, and a Mystery reflects life.
My whole of existence and everything that has to do with the rain. Life long subjects. Breathing. Relaxation. Sexual freedom and the majesty of love. Love. Love. Loving kindness. Everything that is music. And everything that is my heart. Buddha.
murder and stuff that isn’t all that great some times it can be okay though, like murder she wrote or something of the sort. Or the mystery of life. what is life anyway? It’s just a big mystery. I mean, Plato couldn’t even figure it out. Frig.
I don’t quite know what happened that day. All I remember is how dark it was. The smell of cigarette smoke was thick in the air, and I knew that you would be disappointed in me if you know I was smoking. You always said how it was disgusting and how little you thought of people who smoked. Maybe that’s why I started.
Mystery is when a boy and a girl are sitting so close they can smell each others perfume and they wonder what it would be like to have those wonderfully smelling hands hold there’s and they wonder what it would be like to be with them, its wonder..
a goofy laugh
hair that lies flat, not spiked with gel
a simple smile that brightens my day
he is amazing.
its so simple.
so right.
we should be together.
to me its so clear…
and yet its a mystery.
why do i feel like this?
its unnatural.
strange.
wrong.
i should be running away,
running from the hurt,
the pain,
thats sure to come from this.
but i can’t move.
his smile locks me in place,
and his eyes seal my fate.
i love him.
what is it that im feeling?
he stands there in an orange shirt and laughs
what is it that im feeling?
he puts his arm around me and holds me tight
what is it that im feeling?
i want to dance with him
i want to kiss him
what is it that im feeling?
im so young
so innocent
why? when did i become so…different?
its a mystery.
i can’t explain.
it s so alluring. I feel as if i shouldn’t go towards it, but I do anyways, A bad boy and a good boy, your neveer know what your going to get. It makes you wonder about life. I mean it’s a mystery right? So if life’s a mystery, can we catergorize anything?
A mystery, something unknown and something people want to know about. Books, movies, trying to figure out the answer to the riddle before anyone else does. Nancy Drew, and puzzles, all part of childhood, and even becoming an adult. Life is full of mysteries.
The mystery of the night was inevitable. It was the darkness, it created more mystery than you or I. But when I looked into the stars reflected in your eyes, I knew the only way I could see you again was in this eternal night. But don’t worry. I promise to visit you in the day.
Not knowing what is going to happen
ex: it is a mystery as to where we are going to go
Can usually be replaced by I dont know or it is unknown
Generally you just don’t know what is is.
mystery is what makes the world. without mystery, the world wouldn’t exist. to see the mystery is to live. to be mysterious is to represent the treasure the world has in store for us.
Elia shook her head. He was a mystery–but a good one. One that she wanted to figure out. One that she WOULD figure out. It would just take her some time. It was worth it, though. And she had plenty of time with him to learn all about him. Everything she needed to know.
Every day when we wake up, we have no idea about the truth of the world we live in. For all we know, our dreams could be reality. Life, and the universe, is all a mystery. The greatest minds ever have struggled with it, and all we down on earth can do is smile at it all.
Why she went for the Frosted Flakes was no mystery — her sugar radar was finely tuned, and that tiger was practically shouting at her from the box to go ahead and pour.
idk i just don know what it is that is why it is a mystery- it is unknown and is meant to stay that way forever and shouldnt try to be changed or tampered the mystery is pure
The mystery the kids faced was crucial. They stared at the house as if something was going to pop out at them, ready to scar them for life. Everything the elderly had told them was true… it was a haunted place. And no one should ever walk a foot on the grounds. Or they would truly go insane.
There was something off about her. Maybe it was the fact that she wore a black hat that hid her face? Or maybe the fact that she spoke only when spoken to, which is unusual for most women. I was baffled. Never before had I seen such a, well, if I was to put it, she’s a mystery.
that’s life in a nutshell. you wake up in the morning and there you go, with your future ahead, devlopping, and you witnessing it, unresolving it, like the mystery of yourself. the mystery of your life. in a nutshell.
the world is a mystery. we live each day not knowing what the next is going to bring. we go through the world always wondering what’s around the corner. the greatest thing about human life is the unexpected. we have the pleasure of waking up one day and our lives forever changing.
mystery is when something is alluring. Like yoiu want to know more but can you? IF you do find out, then it kind of ruins the allure, then what’s the point? I like mysteries. Sherlock holmes! scotland yard! robert downney jr is suuper hot in that movie…jude law’s hot too of course…i want to be a detective…little late for that..oh, jack the ripper….i wish i was born then.
Love is such a mystery. If you can not see love or feel love or taste love or hear love, how do we know that it is there? How do we put our full faith hopes and dreams in something that may or may not be? How do we willingly throw ourselves into the unknown?
The thief is gone
The police are wrong
The necklace is nowhere in sight
Mr.s Mary is hurt in the fight
Will this mystery go unsolved?
Or, in the end, will it be resolved…
The date was the movies. the Movie was a romantic comedy. preferred snack, Coke and a small popcorn. Gosh i hate Blind Dates. But Cassey’s always sending me on them. Who will it be this time? it’s a mystery.
I don’t know that I believe in mysteries anymore. Not that kind that compel and confuse me. I believe that it is possible to be so knowledgeable about oneself that nothing else is really a mystery anymore.
if i knew for sure, it’d be so much easier.
faith will just have to do.
i love you.
just as i had loved failed pasts.
but it’s different?
make it different.
Amen.
I think a lot of things in life are a mystery. Mysteries are fun to solve because they help develop you as a person and keep you busy. The mystery of people is the most facinating to discover. Every person has a little puzzle to their personality that
what a mystery. i just woke up and fount three little orange hexagons in my pocket. i’m in a room that smells like someone just beat the dust off of a lazyboy into the air in it’s still swirling around and around and around like the fan that’s over me. is this my house? i have a ceiling fan? best check the mirror to see what i look like. a long wool jacket and and unshaven face with some blue jeans are mainly what i’m comprised of. that and a humongous headache.
Why do I feel the way I do about this? SO what if you are dating another girl? Good for you. I mean I had my chance with you, you asked me out numerous times and made your feelings known and I rejected you, told you I didn’t feel the same way. So why is it now that I am bothered by your love life not including me? Why do I feel as though it should be me? My feelings towards you haven’t changed. And thus, is the mystery of my emotions.
they say love is a mystery. well it is, but its part of life – the real mystery. what isnt is the way i feel with you. the world at my fingertips – eternity to play. my one true reality. the thing that makes me alive. my connection to all that is. the only articulation for this subtle, vague, and vast existence. ~this ability, your being, your essence – though it is perfect, the only thing that makes sense in the world and the cosmos, though it resonates within my very core, though it runs through my blood, and is what i breathe, though you are what i am made of, everything i am. you are beyond life. you are peace and heaven and moksha. you are my soul. – you, you are the true mystery.
my friend in seventh grade had a name necklace, It looked like it said ‘mystery’. It said Ashley. I have called her mystery to this day. It’s actually pretty stupid.but the nickname stuck
mystery man sits alone in the dingy bar. I know I have to talk to him, I have to deliver the message. But the shiny gun in it’s holster gives me a reason to pause. But I know that if I don’t deliver this message, M will surely kill me like he said. He looks over at me. Shit, I thought. Just do it. So I walked over and smiled artifically.
Everything is at once simple and mysterious. “How,” you ask. Well, if everything is mysterious, then we do not need to understand it. And if we don’t need to understand it, we don’t need to worry. And THAT is marvelously simple.
It’s a mystery! It’s cliche much.
She dips her hand into the blackblue water and pulls out a handful of fall leaves. It’s okay- nothing here surprises the three of them anymore. Not the nets hung above the trees just to catch falling angels or the steps around the trees so that the ghosts don’t tire.
yeah we are working. building a mystery. maybe you heard about that shit?! building a mystery.
the mystery in a piece of cloth is better than anything you can ever put on a plan white piece of mystery paper…. and mystery google for that fact is way better than the regular google. You like mystery fiction right? oh yeah.. I guess you don’t. MYSTERY GOOGLE Anyways, I’m writing about the word “mystery” what am I doing, this is shitless and pointless. Mystery is not really a mundane word as only some people actually use it. So how was your day?
Finding the gap between what you question and the things you know. Putting a puzzle together for the sake of finding truth. Exploring the unknown. Searching for something, possibly morbid. Who even knooooooooooooows. God. What is God?
the future of mysterys if wide open. the sea horse of spongebob was named mystery. wut ya got mysterys?
Mystery, is the art of not knowing who, why or when. But loving every second of finding out when, where, and why. It’s not the beginning that’s exciting, it’s the journey to the end. The twists, the turns, the lies, the deceit. Life is a mystery, and a Mystery reflects life.
My whole of existence and everything that has to do with the rain. Life long subjects. Breathing. Relaxation. Sexual freedom and the majesty of love. Love. Love. Loving kindness. Everything that is music. And everything that is my heart. Buddha.
Mysteries though.
murder and stuff that isn’t all that great some times it can be okay though, like murder she wrote or something of the sort. Or the mystery of life. what is life anyway? It’s just a big mystery. I mean, Plato couldn’t even figure it out. Frig.
i stare at you and have no idea. your mystery intrigues me, kills me. i dont understand. kill me
I don’t quite know what happened that day. All I remember is how dark it was. The smell of cigarette smoke was thick in the air, and I knew that you would be disappointed in me if you know I was smoking. You always said how it was disgusting and how little you thought of people who smoked. Maybe that’s why I started.
Mystery is when a boy and a girl are sitting so close they can smell each others perfume and they wonder what it would be like to have those wonderfully smelling hands hold there’s and they wonder what it would be like to be with them, its wonder..