i want to belong somewhere. I don’t know where. I keep searching and searching and finding no place of refuge. I have no I dead how to get where I need to be All i know is I don’t belong.
I keep feeling a sense of longing for something but I can’t find it.
bernie
It’s always difficult to decide where one might truly belong. Naturally family comes to mind, soon followed by friends, peers, activities. The human being is almost a butterfly, flittering from belonging to belonging to belonging. There are so many possibilities for one person to belong in. No longer a human being, but a human belonging.
Moriah
Belonging is an essential feeling in most of humanity, we all want to belong. We fear however that we will never belong only the most confident feel they belong while most of humanity suffer through doubting themselves and wonder. Will we ever feel we belong?
Amy
I belong in the atmosphere
with my hair in a halo
twisted up above my ears
holding stars
But in reality I belong sleeping
on my bed
dreaming of these unrealistic things
Staining the satin beneath me
in blood belonging to someone else.
ashley ohman
I don’t belong
I do belong
I don’t know
who decides where I belong?
can you tell me?
no
I need to make a decision & do something
Russ Luscombe
I don’t know if any object can ever belong to anyone. Sure, I own the computer on which I am currently typing, but it is simply a form of energy. And while I have acess to it, I am not it. I do not control it or manipulate it into my own doings. Therefore, we own nothing and are nothing. Expcet energy, that is.
Erika
Belong. The feeling every sixth grader seeks with the popular kids. The feeling the seventh grader realizes when they don’t like hanging out with the cool kids but prefer hanging out with someone not so cool. The comfort that eight grader feels with their not so cool best friend when they decide they don’t even want to hangout with the cool kid anymore.
Ash
everyone wants to belong
frankie
what does it mean to belong? it is feeling accepted into a group of people or does it mean to find a place where a person is supposed to be? belong, its two words really… be and long? two words that have no sense when separated when put together, it has a multitude of meaning.
Sandi
i belong to myself in whatever way i thought i might be rewared for belonging? ponder ponder, etch your mind, ponder, for what should i belong to? for why and how… does this mean what i mean? lol…. hmmm BELONG! to people? belong to everyone.
Egatok
Is a very comforting sense of feeling that you are connected to the world in someway.
Amber
I looked up at the night sky, and for once, I felt like I belonged, here. Here, with the rest of us. Here away from the eradicators. Here in a place no one had been before.
Elizabeth Cullen
I belonged to no one as I walked down the streets in the darkness, in the night, alone. I belonged to no one, as did the pavement gleaming in the wet rainfall like tears somehow hidden beneath the surface of the oily substances. She smiled at me from behind a closely cropped mask of makeup and fake smiles.
hufsetufsa
i belong in heaven
i should di eright now
you know wha ti mean?
no i dont
oh my god
its almost 60 seconds
belobng belong
we belonggg.. ahaha
ahhahaha oh god
i am going to die
60 secondes
i dont belong here
im going to die
lmfao wait its only like 15 HAHAHA
karla
To belong is to find a place where your heart is content and your ego is coddled. A place where you can be you, without the formalities, without pretending. To belong is to survive. How we survive is what makes us who we are. So-belong!
Kristyn
i want to feel that feeling and i want to make soameone feel like they belong to me as well beacuse thet is a good feeling.
alice
people belong, where people belong is strange, its not a place of their own, but a place of others. Society dictates where people belong not the person. But then the person finds love. There they belong.
Cat
we all belong, to somone, at some point in our lives, caged like animals into the trust and love that supposedly surrounds us. but what if we didn’t belong at all? Would we be free or would be alone? Can you really be happy alone? I’m happy to belong, but not like a object, just my heart, my person. I don’t complain. I’m lucky.
victoria
Together, as one, a home. Finally finding a place where you are meant to be.Ffeeling a sense that everything is right and in it’s right place. We all want to belong somewhere and with someone.
Lisa
Where do I belong? Where does anyone belong? It is not a question of belonging but more a question of choices. One only belongs where they feel comfortable. Feel it. Feel.
Sean
belong.
to belong in your arms is what i need.
to belong in your heart is what i dream of.
but where do you belong?
should you belong in my heart or some others.
where should you belong?
nancy
face to face in a world that doens’t matter because you have no choice but to live and breathe forever with teh stars above and the ground below you are only stuck in between because you’re learning how to get by how to change and grow by just doing when there are no alternatives but to be who you are and not be someone else just belong ok? just fucking belong…
chelsea c
She looked down, shuffling her feet. Maybe this is where she belonged. Maybe she’s just found her place. They all stared at her with judging eyes; she could feel the heat of their gazes. She almost turned around, unnerved by the intensity by their judgement.
Michelle
i dyed my hair today
like poisonous animals with bright colored skin.
a warning:
“i am crazy.
back the fuck off.”
i belong.
but i don’t have to.
goldaline.
i never really felt as though I belonged until last year when I was put into an awesome class in school. they’re a really great bunch of people and I had an awesome year. This year’s been even better and I hope it continues next year.
Scouts has always been awesome though. I’ve always felt as though i belonged there.
Matthew G aka 007bond
she doesn’t belong to me. she belongs to all of us.
that was how i always thought of it. that she was a world belonging rather than something that only i could have. the problem was that all of us wanted her. her and everything that came with her. the music of her voice, the scent of her skin, her laugh first thing in the morning. i know that i would have done anything to save her. to help her against herself but that wasn’t my job.
tara
I smiled at her, and whispered a single quiet word. She giggled, and that`s all it took. This place was unusual to me – the people were certainly psychotic at best – but I found that I could stand it as long as she was at my side.
Which made it all the more painful that I knew she had to leave.
Curbwild
The child was curled up on the opposite side of the bed, tears falling down her already wet cheeks.
“I’m the wrong kid for you. I don’t belong here.”
How do you try to explain how impossible that is to a seven year old. How do you even begin to describe a mother’s love.
“You’re right. You don’t belong there.”
Reaching over and scooping the little one into her arms she pulled her onto her lap. Wrapping her arms around her tightly, wiping away a few stray tears, she continued:
“You belong right here.”
Morgan
when i was younger, i felt like i belonged to this whole big world that was just waiting for me to join it.
now that i am older, the world seems to have shut me out, made it more and more difficult with its initiation rites.
or is it I that was turned my back?
dreW
i wish i belonged to something. I never feel like a part of something. I don’t feel whole.
Connie
belong, which is what you do not do, more or less. moving to the outside edge of the crowd from your secret hiding place under the overhang, looking all sideways at everyone.
the girl is lying with her feet at a terrible awkward angle. you cannot see her face, because you are not tall enough to look over the shoulders of the people pressing in to stare, to stare, to stare. no one is helping her.
margaret wallace
I don’t belong, I say.
and then there are days that I do. Days where everything about this place is beautiful, fulfilling, omniscient, powerful and so god feeling.
Those are the days I belong.
But every other day I question my values because I didn’t belong with you. NO, I did belong, but you were too close minded to see.
I miss you
iccc
to a man and let your heart go – give back the feelings of worth to the person you love most and the feeling of belonging grow then take your feelings and pass onso the world to give them all the same fulldfillment that the belonging gives you a warm feeling that holds you together and makes your day worth facing a togetherness that seals you is belonging
jayne swanson
belong… what can i say? it’s hard. you want to be part of something, but you also want to stay true to yourself. you want to feel like you’re in, but at the same time feel like you’re free. it’s hard to belong to someone and still be true to yourself as well.
joy malan
love is where you belong. belonging to something makes you happy. belonging means home. home is where you’re safe. home is yourself and the certainty of being faithful to you and no one else. belonging is freedom.
cris
I long to belong. It’s funny how we all long to belong. Even if to groups or organizations we’re opposed to…I guess it’s because humans are group animals, and even belonging to groups we disagree with, is better then being alone.
Henry
To belong is a misleading notion. After all, one does not truly belong unless one ascribes oneself to a whole. But to truly mesh is what we seek – and we seek it forever.
andrew
do I really belong? I don’t think so. Lately I feel like I am here just exsisting. What is it to belong anyway. Seems like I have struggled with that term my whole life now that I am actually thinking about it. Maybe I should really do some soul searching and find out why this is haunting me…..still…..I don’t like this empty feeling inside that just clings like crazy glue and wants to make me shrivel up and disappear at too early of an age. I love my kids…I belong to them. There that settles that. There is some belonging.I just don’t belong to me. Gosh I feel like my soul has been stolen. God help me find happiness so that I may belong to existance PLEASE!!!I have to pull myself out of this dark hole. If my kids new I was this depressed they wouldn’t even believe I was their mom. I hope no one reads this. I can’t believe I actually typed this. It’s been longer than 60secs.
stephanie
who do you belong to? he asked her . No-one! she exclaimed- I am not property! I meant no offense, I said- but I fear the damage was done.
I have since learned not to make that same mistake .
David Kelvie
Belonging is a state of mind, not of being. Let’s belong somewhere, the two of us, but most importantly, let’s belong to each other.
i want to belong somewhere. I don’t know where. I keep searching and searching and finding no place of refuge. I have no I dead how to get where I need to be All i know is I don’t belong.
I keep feeling a sense of longing for something but I can’t find it.
It’s always difficult to decide where one might truly belong. Naturally family comes to mind, soon followed by friends, peers, activities. The human being is almost a butterfly, flittering from belonging to belonging to belonging. There are so many possibilities for one person to belong in. No longer a human being, but a human belonging.
Belonging is an essential feeling in most of humanity, we all want to belong. We fear however that we will never belong only the most confident feel they belong while most of humanity suffer through doubting themselves and wonder. Will we ever feel we belong?
I belong in the atmosphere
with my hair in a halo
twisted up above my ears
holding stars
But in reality I belong sleeping
on my bed
dreaming of these unrealistic things
Staining the satin beneath me
in blood belonging to someone else.
I don’t belong
I do belong
I don’t know
who decides where I belong?
can you tell me?
no
I need to make a decision & do something
I don’t know if any object can ever belong to anyone. Sure, I own the computer on which I am currently typing, but it is simply a form of energy. And while I have acess to it, I am not it. I do not control it or manipulate it into my own doings. Therefore, we own nothing and are nothing. Expcet energy, that is.
Belong. The feeling every sixth grader seeks with the popular kids. The feeling the seventh grader realizes when they don’t like hanging out with the cool kids but prefer hanging out with someone not so cool. The comfort that eight grader feels with their not so cool best friend when they decide they don’t even want to hangout with the cool kid anymore.
everyone wants to belong
what does it mean to belong? it is feeling accepted into a group of people or does it mean to find a place where a person is supposed to be? belong, its two words really… be and long? two words that have no sense when separated when put together, it has a multitude of meaning.
i belong to myself in whatever way i thought i might be rewared for belonging? ponder ponder, etch your mind, ponder, for what should i belong to? for why and how… does this mean what i mean? lol…. hmmm BELONG! to people? belong to everyone.
Is a very comforting sense of feeling that you are connected to the world in someway.
I looked up at the night sky, and for once, I felt like I belonged, here. Here, with the rest of us. Here away from the eradicators. Here in a place no one had been before.
I belonged to no one as I walked down the streets in the darkness, in the night, alone. I belonged to no one, as did the pavement gleaming in the wet rainfall like tears somehow hidden beneath the surface of the oily substances. She smiled at me from behind a closely cropped mask of makeup and fake smiles.
i belong in heaven
i should di eright now
you know wha ti mean?
no i dont
oh my god
its almost 60 seconds
belobng belong
we belonggg.. ahaha
ahhahaha oh god
i am going to die
60 secondes
i dont belong here
im going to die
lmfao wait its only like 15 HAHAHA
To belong is to find a place where your heart is content and your ego is coddled. A place where you can be you, without the formalities, without pretending. To belong is to survive. How we survive is what makes us who we are. So-belong!
i want to feel that feeling and i want to make soameone feel like they belong to me as well beacuse thet is a good feeling.
people belong, where people belong is strange, its not a place of their own, but a place of others. Society dictates where people belong not the person. But then the person finds love. There they belong.
we all belong, to somone, at some point in our lives, caged like animals into the trust and love that supposedly surrounds us. but what if we didn’t belong at all? Would we be free or would be alone? Can you really be happy alone? I’m happy to belong, but not like a object, just my heart, my person. I don’t complain. I’m lucky.
Together, as one, a home. Finally finding a place where you are meant to be.Ffeeling a sense that everything is right and in it’s right place. We all want to belong somewhere and with someone.
Where do I belong? Where does anyone belong? It is not a question of belonging but more a question of choices. One only belongs where they feel comfortable. Feel it. Feel.
belong.
to belong in your arms is what i need.
to belong in your heart is what i dream of.
but where do you belong?
should you belong in my heart or some others.
where should you belong?
face to face in a world that doens’t matter because you have no choice but to live and breathe forever with teh stars above and the ground below you are only stuck in between because you’re learning how to get by how to change and grow by just doing when there are no alternatives but to be who you are and not be someone else just belong ok? just fucking belong…
She looked down, shuffling her feet. Maybe this is where she belonged. Maybe she’s just found her place. They all stared at her with judging eyes; she could feel the heat of their gazes. She almost turned around, unnerved by the intensity by their judgement.
i dyed my hair today
like poisonous animals with bright colored skin.
a warning:
“i am crazy.
back the fuck off.”
i belong.
but i don’t have to.
i never really felt as though I belonged until last year when I was put into an awesome class in school. they’re a really great bunch of people and I had an awesome year. This year’s been even better and I hope it continues next year.
Scouts has always been awesome though. I’ve always felt as though i belonged there.
she doesn’t belong to me. she belongs to all of us.
that was how i always thought of it. that she was a world belonging rather than something that only i could have. the problem was that all of us wanted her. her and everything that came with her. the music of her voice, the scent of her skin, her laugh first thing in the morning. i know that i would have done anything to save her. to help her against herself but that wasn’t my job.
I smiled at her, and whispered a single quiet word. She giggled, and that`s all it took. This place was unusual to me – the people were certainly psychotic at best – but I found that I could stand it as long as she was at my side.
Which made it all the more painful that I knew she had to leave.
The child was curled up on the opposite side of the bed, tears falling down her already wet cheeks.
“I’m the wrong kid for you. I don’t belong here.”
How do you try to explain how impossible that is to a seven year old. How do you even begin to describe a mother’s love.
“You’re right. You don’t belong there.”
Reaching over and scooping the little one into her arms she pulled her onto her lap. Wrapping her arms around her tightly, wiping away a few stray tears, she continued:
“You belong right here.”
when i was younger, i felt like i belonged to this whole big world that was just waiting for me to join it.
now that i am older, the world seems to have shut me out, made it more and more difficult with its initiation rites.
or is it I that was turned my back?
i wish i belonged to something. I never feel like a part of something. I don’t feel whole.
belong, which is what you do not do, more or less. moving to the outside edge of the crowd from your secret hiding place under the overhang, looking all sideways at everyone.
the girl is lying with her feet at a terrible awkward angle. you cannot see her face, because you are not tall enough to look over the shoulders of the people pressing in to stare, to stare, to stare. no one is helping her.
I don’t belong, I say.
and then there are days that I do. Days where everything about this place is beautiful, fulfilling, omniscient, powerful and so god feeling.
Those are the days I belong.
But every other day I question my values because I didn’t belong with you. NO, I did belong, but you were too close minded to see.
I miss you
to a man and let your heart go – give back the feelings of worth to the person you love most and the feeling of belonging grow then take your feelings and pass onso the world to give them all the same fulldfillment that the belonging gives you a warm feeling that holds you together and makes your day worth facing a togetherness that seals you is belonging
belong… what can i say? it’s hard. you want to be part of something, but you also want to stay true to yourself. you want to feel like you’re in, but at the same time feel like you’re free. it’s hard to belong to someone and still be true to yourself as well.
love is where you belong. belonging to something makes you happy. belonging means home. home is where you’re safe. home is yourself and the certainty of being faithful to you and no one else. belonging is freedom.
I long to belong. It’s funny how we all long to belong. Even if to groups or organizations we’re opposed to…I guess it’s because humans are group animals, and even belonging to groups we disagree with, is better then being alone.
To belong is a misleading notion. After all, one does not truly belong unless one ascribes oneself to a whole. But to truly mesh is what we seek – and we seek it forever.
do I really belong? I don’t think so. Lately I feel like I am here just exsisting. What is it to belong anyway. Seems like I have struggled with that term my whole life now that I am actually thinking about it. Maybe I should really do some soul searching and find out why this is haunting me…..still…..I don’t like this empty feeling inside that just clings like crazy glue and wants to make me shrivel up and disappear at too early of an age. I love my kids…I belong to them. There that settles that. There is some belonging.I just don’t belong to me. Gosh I feel like my soul has been stolen. God help me find happiness so that I may belong to existance PLEASE!!!I have to pull myself out of this dark hole. If my kids new I was this depressed they wouldn’t even believe I was their mom. I hope no one reads this. I can’t believe I actually typed this. It’s been longer than 60secs.
who do you belong to? he asked her . No-one! she exclaimed- I am not property! I meant no offense, I said- but I fear the damage was done.
I have since learned not to make that same mistake .
Belonging is a state of mind, not of being. Let’s belong somewhere, the two of us, but most importantly, let’s belong to each other.