when you dont know something, but you wish to. you think of what it could be, or will be. i wonder if he loves me. i wonder if i want him to. i wonder if i love him, and i wonder if im okay with loving him. i wonder what will happen with us, and i wonder if it will be as great as i hope.
Why is wonder the only word that appears? I find this concept incredibly intriguing but yet as I come back for more I am greeted by the monotony of this one word… wonder. To it, I have appropriately responded but still… I wonder….
sometimes the world is full of wonder, a person is born, born from nothing, just the love two people have for one another. love for each other, or love for alcohol, either’s good. what results is someone who has the potential to change the world, for good or bad. You can leave your mark. don’t be afraid to leave it.
Wonder. Wonders of the world. How are there only seven? what constitutes a wonder? Could it not be in the details? The moments? Does it pass us by every seconds as we fix our gaze on the fireworks
I wonder what it feels like to have your heart ripped out.
To have it pulled out of your chest.
Blood pouring.
Sinews aside.
and thrown on the floor
It pumps for a few moments and you realize
that’s your heart on the ground.
Pumping without you
It pumps and stops
and you hurt
when I say I wonder I mean
I know that it’s crippling.
I wonder why the sky isn’t pink
What if it was? What if the clouds were made out of cotton candy? I wonder, I wonder…
I wonder what I would be like if I was two dimensional
I wonder what’ll happen to me in the future
Wondering…
It makes you think, doesn’t it?
It makes you…wonder
Well, I guess that’s the point of wondering. To look at the world and to imagine how it could be different. Maybe that’s why I like writing fiction.
Because then I don’t have to wonder.
I can create the world I imagine ours would look like if every wondering thought that ever crossed my mind made it onto paper.
I stare at the other kids in the class. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like not to be the one on the outside looking in. I want to be a part of something, I want to be a part of the kids that are laughing together and are known by everyone in the school. I want to be noticed – but, for now I’m stuck here. In my own little private bubble, I am invisible. I have to be content for now, until I can make a name for myself.
Sometimes I look at the sun
Falling down behind the mountain
I think about the lands below
the orange deserts
The jaded jungles
And I wonder
I wonder what the people
Down there think
As the sun begins to illuminate the planet they know
And I don’t.
I wonder what would happen if I was perfect. Would I be happy? Wondering is an important thing in life. It makes sure that you are on the right track – always questioning yourself, always WONDERING. Wonder is the thing that amazes you when you are in an exotic location. Wonderment is one of the most important things in life.
I wonder what it’s like to be someone else. Is the sky still blue through the eyes of someone different? Do birds sound the same? I wonder how other see me. I wonder if, just as reality is based on perspective, am I? Or am I always the same?
i wonder,
i wonder is i will ever find love,
i wonder if all of my friends will leave me,
i wonder if i will have a good career,
i wonder if i will have a family
i wonder.
The ability to ‘wonder’ is the ability to think, to live, to be human. Without wondering, there are no sentient beings, no intelligence. This is what seperates humans from the rest of the animal kingdom.
I wonder what it would be like to be someone else. Reality is different through everyone else’s eyes. It must be. We can live in the same place, be the same age and sex and social class, but things can still be drastically different. I wonder if they feel free. I wonder if they’re happy. I wonder who I am through their eyes.
It’s hard not to wonder whats going on, on the other side of the world. She had run away from here not too long ago, and now there was nothing that could be done to bring her back, She had gotten rid of everything, her phone, and somehow there is not a trace of her. She always said she’d run away to india, and now I was begining to wonder if she had. Those big brown doe eyes looking back at me telling me how she would someday go far away. I wonder where she is now
I wonder what tomorrow will bring
When tomorrow will come?.
Where the long road of life will take me?
What challenges will rise before me?
What new hopes are waiting to be born?
What love is ready to spring forth from the least expected places?
I wonder and wonder all the time.
Never stopping.
Never ending.
My brain goes round and round,
And all I can do is sit here and wait…
And wonder…
Wait and wonder..
Wait…
I wonder… he thought, I wonder if she would marry me. “Will you umm…” He said and stopped for a second to wonder more, I wonder If I should ask her to date me first.
“Hello? Ya there?” She said, and he nearly melted as her beautifully unique voice washed over him.
“Uh, yeah…” An obviously zoned out voice said.
“So you where going to say?!?” She said as he finally came back to earth, and had the perfect words ready.
“I was going to say, Emily, your eyes are a perfect blue, your hair a mysterious black, your personality always curious…” He paused for effect. “I had been wondering lately, and please forgive me, I’m quite new at this, I had been wondering if…if…if…uh, umm…”
“Jacob, are you okay?”
“Oh, yes just peachy. I was wondering…” What was I wondering again?, he thought. ” I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime?” I think that’s what I was wondering.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I want to?”
“I don’t know, I’m not as wonderfully gorgeous and strong as any other guy here.”
Somedays I wonder if this is what I’m really meant to do with my life; if my back up plan is actually my life plan and I’m just kidding myself that I might make it somewhere. That those footprints I dream about leaving behind are going to be washed away the moment I lift my foot, or if I’m going to be able to make my mark on the world. It tautnts me, these thoughts.
miracle ask green plants are even greener when you start to wonder about the green in them and i find myself wondering about how is it like to wonder about something that is not worth wondering about
As I sat there on the hot summer day I wondered about what they were doing. What they were saying. If they were enjoying themselves or not. Because I was aware that I wasn’t enjoying myself sitting here with nostalgia.
I wonder if there are actually people who can read minds
I wonder what would happen if everyone colored outside those lines
I wonder if everyone are actors and I’m on one big stage
I wonder if anyone is watching
I always wonder where words like wonder come from. I don’t understand. I am wondering, though. It’s really strange. I’m kind of wondering about the timer, too, because this is the first time I’ve used this site. There are a lot of things to wonder about in our world.
Jessica wonders about a lot of things. School, money, her family, the life ahead of her. She wonders so much that it isn’t until someone enters her life that she realizes that by wondering about the future so much, she’s missing out on the wonders that the world is giving to her right then and there.
I wonder a lot about you and me. I wonder how I can spend my whole day thinking of you. I wonder how you are always the first thing on my mind, always in my dreams, and with me before bed. I wonder how you can’t wonder all that I do. Or do you? Do you wonder about me in the ways I wonder about you?
Stars. The sky opening up, unfolding all above and around me. Two tabs in two hours and my mind is expanding, my body is ceasing to exist, I am becoming one with all as stars fall around me and splash through the earth. I am chaos, compacted. Nothing could be better.
I wonder where my life is headed. I wonder what my job will be in the next few years. I wonder how my friendships will change. I wonder if I’ll be happy. I wonder.
When I was young, I always wondered
why the sky is blue.
Then I tasted an ice cream cone
and said,”I wonder, Is the true flavor shown?”
If I would have known…
That life is full of doubt
Then I wouldn’t have began to pout.
But wonder is what filled my heart,
so I began…
A brand new start.
-Kemdra
Thanks for reading, those of you that did. I really enjoy writing and reading, so any of you who read this, as long as you put “to Kemdra” at the top, I will try to read it and definintly comment!
As life goes on, people always remember their childhood and wish they could regain what they have lost in the time between then and the present. The moment we lose the ability to be awestruck and wide-eyed in wonder by the simple things, we lost our childhood. When we grow up sometimes we forget that to stand in wonder of a simple sunset, a perfect flower, or a beautiful smile. Time is not an acceptable excuse.
Most folks die well before they take their last breaths. It happens right around the time a person hits middle age, or even well before, they lose their wonder. I am not sure how this happens but it is always a sad sight to see when a person lets their wonder and imagination slip away into the abyss. Somehow we have this notion that in order to be a successful mature adult, you must let go of childish thoughts and dreams. But I think holding on to those aspects of yourself is just as vital as the food we eat and the water we drink. That is why today I went on a trip to Spain, and sang on stage in front of millions all before eating my breakfast in the comfort of my own silly head.
They all stood in wonder at the sky. It was red and yellow and what came towards them was something more sinister than the sun or just a passing comet…whatever it was, it headed straight for them and the world was in silence as they saw it approaching. Today they would know.
Wondering is the most fantastic thing on the planet. You can sit for hours and wonder who you will be, wonder about the meaning of life, wonder about god. Just wonder. But wondering only goes so far. Commit to an idea, and then go for it! Wonder is just potential.
i spend most minutes wondering over you. anything about you. usually i wonder if you miss me too. i wonder what you are doing and what you would be doing if i was there. i wonder if you still love me. if you are still waiting for me. if you ever remember me. i wonder if you wonder about me too.
I wonder at her face, her toes, her forehead. She is perfect in every way. A goddess here on this earth but for a moment, then, just as quickly she is gone. To good for this world, this filth, this sickness. Taken by a disease that allows her only a single breath, she is swept away, to the wonder of the universe.
I wonder what would happen if we all stood face to face and looked each other in the eye and told each other how we really feel about ourselves and our mistakes and who we are and who we want to be, and if we would all say the same things or if we would all be surprised by what we heard, and if we were surprised, if we were justified to be surprised.
Wonder…. wonder…..
Brit couldn’t remember what that meant any more, as it had been so long since she had experienced it….. The wonder of a child discovering something was an amazing thing to witness.
when you dont know something, but you wish to. you think of what it could be, or will be. i wonder if he loves me. i wonder if i want him to. i wonder if i love him, and i wonder if im okay with loving him. i wonder what will happen with us, and i wonder if it will be as great as i hope.
I lack the wonder of a child.
I lack the naivety of happiness.
I wonder no more of happiness.
Why is wonder the only word that appears? I find this concept incredibly intriguing but yet as I come back for more I am greeted by the monotony of this one word… wonder. To it, I have appropriately responded but still… I wonder….
sometimes the world is full of wonder, a person is born, born from nothing, just the love two people have for one another. love for each other, or love for alcohol, either’s good. what results is someone who has the potential to change the world, for good or bad. You can leave your mark. don’t be afraid to leave it.
Wonder. Wonders of the world. How are there only seven? what constitutes a wonder? Could it not be in the details? The moments? Does it pass us by every seconds as we fix our gaze on the fireworks
I wonder what it feels like to have your heart ripped out.
To have it pulled out of your chest.
Blood pouring.
Sinews aside.
and thrown on the floor
It pumps for a few moments and you realize
that’s your heart on the ground.
Pumping without you
It pumps and stops
and you hurt
when I say I wonder I mean
I know that it’s crippling.
I wonder why the sky isn’t pink
What if it was? What if the clouds were made out of cotton candy? I wonder, I wonder…
I wonder what I would be like if I was two dimensional
I wonder what’ll happen to me in the future
Wondering…
It makes you think, doesn’t it?
It makes you…wonder
Well, I guess that’s the point of wondering. To look at the world and to imagine how it could be different. Maybe that’s why I like writing fiction.
Because then I don’t have to wonder.
I can create the world I imagine ours would look like if every wondering thought that ever crossed my mind made it onto paper.
I stare at the other kids in the class. Sometimes I wonder what it would be like not to be the one on the outside looking in. I want to be a part of something, I want to be a part of the kids that are laughing together and are known by everyone in the school. I want to be noticed – but, for now I’m stuck here. In my own little private bubble, I am invisible. I have to be content for now, until I can make a name for myself.
Sometimes I look at the sun
Falling down behind the mountain
I think about the lands below
the orange deserts
The jaded jungles
And I wonder
I wonder what the people
Down there think
As the sun begins to illuminate the planet they know
And I don’t.
I wonder what would happen if I was perfect. Would I be happy? Wondering is an important thing in life. It makes sure that you are on the right track – always questioning yourself, always WONDERING. Wonder is the thing that amazes you when you are in an exotic location. Wonderment is one of the most important things in life.
I wonder what it’s like to be someone else. Is the sky still blue through the eyes of someone different? Do birds sound the same? I wonder how other see me. I wonder if, just as reality is based on perspective, am I? Or am I always the same?
i wonder,
i wonder is i will ever find love,
i wonder if all of my friends will leave me,
i wonder if i will have a good career,
i wonder if i will have a family
i wonder.
I felt wonder as i saw the flower in its bed, on the side of the street, i picked it smelled it and kept it in my hand as i walked.
fifteen minutes later, when i looked at the flower again, it was wilted, and closed.
I wondered at the brevity of life.
The ability to ‘wonder’ is the ability to think, to live, to be human. Without wondering, there are no sentient beings, no intelligence. This is what seperates humans from the rest of the animal kingdom.
I wonder what it would be like to be someone else. Reality is different through everyone else’s eyes. It must be. We can live in the same place, be the same age and sex and social class, but things can still be drastically different. I wonder if they feel free. I wonder if they’re happy. I wonder who I am through their eyes.
It’s hard not to wonder whats going on, on the other side of the world. She had run away from here not too long ago, and now there was nothing that could be done to bring her back, She had gotten rid of everything, her phone, and somehow there is not a trace of her. She always said she’d run away to india, and now I was begining to wonder if she had. Those big brown doe eyes looking back at me telling me how she would someday go far away. I wonder where she is now
SEEMINGLY SO…
I’ll be releasing the next chapter tomorrow! And It will be based on tomorrows word.
I wonder what tomorrow will bring
When tomorrow will come?.
Where the long road of life will take me?
What challenges will rise before me?
What new hopes are waiting to be born?
What love is ready to spring forth from the least expected places?
I wonder and wonder all the time.
Never stopping.
Never ending.
My brain goes round and round,
And all I can do is sit here and wait…
And wonder…
Wait and wonder..
Wait…
SEEMINGLY SO…
CHAPTER ONE
I wonder… he thought, I wonder if she would marry me. “Will you umm…” He said and stopped for a second to wonder more, I wonder If I should ask her to date me first.
“Hello? Ya there?” She said, and he nearly melted as her beautifully unique voice washed over him.
“Uh, yeah…” An obviously zoned out voice said.
“So you where going to say?!?” She said as he finally came back to earth, and had the perfect words ready.
“I was going to say, Emily, your eyes are a perfect blue, your hair a mysterious black, your personality always curious…” He paused for effect. “I had been wondering lately, and please forgive me, I’m quite new at this, I had been wondering if…if…if…uh, umm…”
“Jacob, are you okay?”
“Oh, yes just peachy. I was wondering…” What was I wondering again?, he thought. ” I was wondering if you would like to go out sometime?” I think that’s what I was wondering.
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I want to?”
“I don’t know, I’m not as wonderfully gorgeous and strong as any other guy here.”
Somedays I wonder if this is what I’m really meant to do with my life; if my back up plan is actually my life plan and I’m just kidding myself that I might make it somewhere. That those footprints I dream about leaving behind are going to be washed away the moment I lift my foot, or if I’m going to be able to make my mark on the world. It tautnts me, these thoughts.
miracle ask green plants are even greener when you start to wonder about the green in them and i find myself wondering about how is it like to wonder about something that is not worth wondering about
As I sat there on the hot summer day I wondered about what they were doing. What they were saying. If they were enjoying themselves or not. Because I was aware that I wasn’t enjoying myself sitting here with nostalgia.
I wonder if there are actually people who can read minds
I wonder what would happen if everyone colored outside those lines
I wonder if everyone are actors and I’m on one big stage
I wonder if anyone is watching
I always wonder where words like wonder come from. I don’t understand. I am wondering, though. It’s really strange. I’m kind of wondering about the timer, too, because this is the first time I’ve used this site. There are a lot of things to wonder about in our world.
Jessica wonders about a lot of things. School, money, her family, the life ahead of her. She wonders so much that it isn’t until someone enters her life that she realizes that by wondering about the future so much, she’s missing out on the wonders that the world is giving to her right then and there.
I wonder a lot about you and me. I wonder how I can spend my whole day thinking of you. I wonder how you are always the first thing on my mind, always in my dreams, and with me before bed. I wonder how you can’t wonder all that I do. Or do you? Do you wonder about me in the ways I wonder about you?
You, me, me with you, you with me; This is a wonder.
Stars. The sky opening up, unfolding all above and around me. Two tabs in two hours and my mind is expanding, my body is ceasing to exist, I am becoming one with all as stars fall around me and splash through the earth. I am chaos, compacted. Nothing could be better.
Wonder this wonder – of which are you fonder?
I wonder where my life is headed. I wonder what my job will be in the next few years. I wonder how my friendships will change. I wonder if I’ll be happy. I wonder.
He took one good look at her and said, “She’s a wonder.”
When I was young, I always wondered
why the sky is blue.
Then I tasted an ice cream cone
and said,”I wonder, Is the true flavor shown?”
If I would have known…
That life is full of doubt
Then I wouldn’t have began to pout.
But wonder is what filled my heart,
so I began…
A brand new start.
-Kemdra
Thanks for reading, those of you that did. I really enjoy writing and reading, so any of you who read this, as long as you put “to Kemdra” at the top, I will try to read it and definintly comment!
As life goes on, people always remember their childhood and wish they could regain what they have lost in the time between then and the present. The moment we lose the ability to be awestruck and wide-eyed in wonder by the simple things, we lost our childhood. When we grow up sometimes we forget that to stand in wonder of a simple sunset, a perfect flower, or a beautiful smile. Time is not an acceptable excuse.
Most folks die well before they take their last breaths. It happens right around the time a person hits middle age, or even well before, they lose their wonder. I am not sure how this happens but it is always a sad sight to see when a person lets their wonder and imagination slip away into the abyss. Somehow we have this notion that in order to be a successful mature adult, you must let go of childish thoughts and dreams. But I think holding on to those aspects of yourself is just as vital as the food we eat and the water we drink. That is why today I went on a trip to Spain, and sang on stage in front of millions all before eating my breakfast in the comfort of my own silly head.
They all stood in wonder at the sky. It was red and yellow and what came towards them was something more sinister than the sun or just a passing comet…whatever it was, it headed straight for them and the world was in silence as they saw it approaching. Today they would know.
Wondering is the most fantastic thing on the planet. You can sit for hours and wonder who you will be, wonder about the meaning of life, wonder about god. Just wonder. But wondering only goes so far. Commit to an idea, and then go for it! Wonder is just potential.
i spend most minutes wondering over you. anything about you. usually i wonder if you miss me too. i wonder what you are doing and what you would be doing if i was there. i wonder if you still love me. if you are still waiting for me. if you ever remember me. i wonder if you wonder about me too.
I wonder at her face, her toes, her forehead. She is perfect in every way. A goddess here on this earth but for a moment, then, just as quickly she is gone. To good for this world, this filth, this sickness. Taken by a disease that allows her only a single breath, she is swept away, to the wonder of the universe.
I wonder what would happen if we all stood face to face and looked each other in the eye and told each other how we really feel about ourselves and our mistakes and who we are and who we want to be, and if we would all say the same things or if we would all be surprised by what we heard, and if we were surprised, if we were justified to be surprised.
Wonder…. wonder…..
Brit couldn’t remember what that meant any more, as it had been so long since she had experienced it….. The wonder of a child discovering something was an amazing thing to witness.