to belong is to love someone and have someone love you in return. to feel like you are wanted by someone, to feel that love deep down in your soul. to fit together with a group of people, to share the same intrestes and feelings. but ultimatly to love and be loved in return.
ruthie
I want to belong somewhere, with someone. Loneliness and unbelonging is the root of many a problem. To belong is to be loved, to be wanted and needed. I would not wish unbelonging on anybody.
Anon
Those who fall together and those that do not. They stand facing each other feeling need. One needs to belong, the other needs to get away, to run. They cross each other going in and going out. For a moment, their eyes make contact and they understand one another in that middle ground.
J
what does it mean to belong?
i long to belong to you.
if we belong does that indicate ownership? you cannot have what i haven’t given you.
i’ve given you too much. my heart belongs to you.
that is the most dangerous place for it to be.
ryder
I belong to a universe where I do not think, only feel like there is nothing else but the sound of whispers and music that is outside and inside and all around and nowhere in the sense that I have been taught to understand and not comprehend and somehow it feels wrong.
Elea
i don’t thing i belong to anyone. people don’t belong in cages. in audrey hepburn’s breakfast at tiffany’s she tells george puppard that she doesn’t belong to him, like the cat. i like being a free woman, especially in america, instead of iran where they must where hijabs and veils. we just finished reading persepolis in english class. It is very sad and I feel bad for the women who must live like that – in a cage. freedom!
Grace
Here I am.
chris torma
there was a name on the piece
etched into the silver
but I only spun it between my fingers
enjoying the reflection
She always had to let me know
geoff
“You belong to me,” Joey sang, swaying in front of the mirror.
Steve grabbed the comb he’d been using as a microphone and ran it through his hair.
Joey scowled. “Hey! I was using that.”
“You can have it back when I’m done, crooner,” Steve said. He checked his reflection, smoothed down his shirt, straightened his tie, and started for the door. As an afterthought, he tossed the comb back to his brother. “Happy singing, kid! I’ve got a hot date.”
Nagi
mine. somebody claims it but they want to take it too. Needs, wants, steal. Some ppl need to fit in to live, others do not want to belong.
B
where do I? in a realm where reality meets fantasy meets reality goes in circles trying to find a place a niche a corner in which i can sit and have alone time alone together with you with him with her with anyone i choose and it doesn’t ever matter if i’m wrong or right because i’ll see you tonight.
dks
We belong together. You, me, and whoever else. We need to be in the same place at the same time. We are meant to be. That’s what belonging means. It is fate. It has to happen. Time is running low.
Elle
i belong to a senior committee, the people in it mug me, they are selfish and only care about themselves, a lot of the people in my school don’t have enough money to pay 90 dollars for a prom ticket, or 30 dollars for a “class of 09 shirt” that they will only wear one, and they think that they are able to make all the decisions, when they don’t even help with any of the other stuff, i dont know what this is?
sophia
my mom and family having fun with friends, warm, a fire place with someone holding on to me telling me that they love me and i am beautiful, smiles, flowers, dance studio, understanding why things are the way they are, being ok with who i am
Alexis Arlt
Who doesn’t belong? No one.
steve
i never did
rob
What can I say? It’s been one of the worst days of my life, and I can’t put a name to the face, but I think that somebody is following me. I went into the office and found myself sitting in a meeting full of high-powered executives, all of which were entirely convinced I had filled the office with belligerent ducks. That was Howard.
At least I have you.
Curbwild
It took a long time for him to realize that something wasn’t quite right. Every item of clothing was in its proper place. Every word spoken just so, just right. And yet, it still didn’t seem to fit. Nothing did. He’d tried every class, every course, every trick to fit in, but still it never ended quite right. Something was subtly out of place and he couldn’t quite figure it out. When his face fell off that faithful morning, should’ve been the real clue.
scriviner
I have not seen any thing and never write in English without thinking…it is reall hard for a Chinese~but it is great fun!
Essia
I don’t. Never will. Sometimes do. Who needs it? Don’t think about it. Buy more stuff. Do cool things. Keep up with the Jones’s. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Don’t box me in. What is that doing there? What are you doing here? I’m outta here. One of these things is not like the others. If I don’t fit in here, where will I?
Jasmine
i dont belong any place, just here. im here but i just didnt belong. belong to me , ujust you. BE free be fair, be smart, be long
belong is nothing but be somewhere
diego
I belong to a small family of 5 people and we are very close to one another. I also belong to larger groups as evidenced by my Facebook presence. There’s my high school group, my college group, my colleague group, my group of students I mentor and many, many others. Belonging is one of the most important aspects of human social activity.
JR Simons
i want ot belong to something bigger than me. Why is it that evryone needs to feel belonging? WHy is it that we cant go through life utterly independent? I feel inadequate to say im lonely. Im not lonely, I like my time to myself, but i also like to feel like im a part of something. I like to believe that I belong and I can make a difference. Everyone must belong somewhere.
leah
i don’t know if i’ve ever belonged. maybe i never will. somehow i’ve always been apart from others, a little different. is it that i was destined to be special. is it that i was destined to be a loner, a kook.
AWB
it’s always good to belong. i guess. i’m not really so sure. but even when you’re not with anyone or anything, i guess you belong too. you belong to yourself, in your own solitary kingdom or class or something. you can never really truly not belong any where because it’s part of existence. to exist is to belong. so alienation should never be a problem for anyone.
E Anthony
i always wondered if id ever belong.
but later in time i would find that i could not only belong to spanish society but be an integral part in their culture. belonging had left my mind, i was not what i wanted to be and what i ever would be or become. i had become a spaniard. not just a visitor but a true person who spoke and love the language
alex
Everyone seeks to belong somewhere. Unfortunately some people find a sense of belonging in the wrong places. Places that can drag them down and make them less than they would be on their own.
Tedra
the place I belong, west viginia. i dont come from west virginia… ive never even been to west virginia, but it sounds nice. It fits nicely in my mouth, like spiced chai. like round, kind of .. like a stress ball, like a stress ball flavored like spiced chai in my mouth. west virginia.
caroline spurgin
There are many places one can belong. But more places that one cant. Finding a home is one of life’s most compelling and often unproductive exercises. One can never really ‘belong’ anywhere. Fair? maybe. We came from nowhere. We go back to it.
Nancy
You don’t belong here! My mind shouted at me. Get out! But I continued anyways, continuing toward the event that would last my lifetime. That would change my life, end it for what I knew. And I had a kind of smile plastered on my face, and there was no horror in my eyes. A wedding.
Michelle
I know where I belong. It is not with an overbearing, 40 year old alcoholic. I can’t wait for him to get the rest of his shit packed and out of my life forever. I can finally enjoy the rest of my 20’s in peace. :) The biggest mistake of my life is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Christy
I BELONG TO NO ONE
Gil
she doesn’t belong to me and I don’t belong to her. We aren’t property. we are people. I mean we are changeable things with goals and dreams. We don’t have time to establish we belong do we. We just have to do the work and this work of establishing belong to someone else.
kampol
L looked at the glittering ring that lay in Adolfo’s hand. The young man looked so hopeful, so loving. She would have instantly replied ‘yes’, but something pulled her away. Someone…who was closer to her heart than he.
Reaching out her hand, she gently closed Adolfo’s fingers over the ring. “I belong to another,” she said quietly.
Just Me
There was a point in my life that I remember finally feeling I belonged somewhere. Not just a place, but a community. It was the greatest feeling up to that point in my life. Walking into a space filled with people that unconditionally loved me and accepted who I was as a person. It is a feeling I have craved ever since, sought after, and rejoiced in everytime I encounter it.
Amber
“I belong here,” he thought to himself.
This is where I am me. this is where I can be myself.
In this room, with these people….I am who I was created to be.
Not looked down on. Not pressured to be anyone else. Not the second.
I am best at being me.
I belong.
Samie
I belong to nobody. I have belongings. I want to be long. hahah Because I’m short. yah get that? i want to BElong? because im short. hahah isn’t that hilarious? im really short. really short. i want to belong.
callie
Oberon held his breath. The inspector had stopped a few feet in front of him.
“One of you doesn’t belong her.” He could feel the man’s dark eyes pass over him like a shadow. Had he discovered his disguise?
Just keep calm, and it’ll soon be done with, Oberon tried to tell himself.
Just Me
It doesn’t matter how hard she tries. In fact, the harder she tries the worse it seems to get. I feel so bad. She just doesn’t belong.
to belong is to love someone and have someone love you in return. to feel like you are wanted by someone, to feel that love deep down in your soul. to fit together with a group of people, to share the same intrestes and feelings. but ultimatly to love and be loved in return.
I want to belong somewhere, with someone. Loneliness and unbelonging is the root of many a problem. To belong is to be loved, to be wanted and needed. I would not wish unbelonging on anybody.
Those who fall together and those that do not. They stand facing each other feeling need. One needs to belong, the other needs to get away, to run. They cross each other going in and going out. For a moment, their eyes make contact and they understand one another in that middle ground.
what does it mean to belong?
i long to belong to you.
if we belong does that indicate ownership? you cannot have what i haven’t given you.
i’ve given you too much. my heart belongs to you.
that is the most dangerous place for it to be.
I belong to a universe where I do not think, only feel like there is nothing else but the sound of whispers and music that is outside and inside and all around and nowhere in the sense that I have been taught to understand and not comprehend and somehow it feels wrong.
i don’t thing i belong to anyone. people don’t belong in cages. in audrey hepburn’s breakfast at tiffany’s she tells george puppard that she doesn’t belong to him, like the cat. i like being a free woman, especially in america, instead of iran where they must where hijabs and veils. we just finished reading persepolis in english class. It is very sad and I feel bad for the women who must live like that – in a cage. freedom!
Here I am.
there was a name on the piece
etched into the silver
but I only spun it between my fingers
enjoying the reflection
She always had to let me know
“You belong to me,” Joey sang, swaying in front of the mirror.
Steve grabbed the comb he’d been using as a microphone and ran it through his hair.
Joey scowled. “Hey! I was using that.”
“You can have it back when I’m done, crooner,” Steve said. He checked his reflection, smoothed down his shirt, straightened his tie, and started for the door. As an afterthought, he tossed the comb back to his brother. “Happy singing, kid! I’ve got a hot date.”
mine. somebody claims it but they want to take it too. Needs, wants, steal. Some ppl need to fit in to live, others do not want to belong.
where do I? in a realm where reality meets fantasy meets reality goes in circles trying to find a place a niche a corner in which i can sit and have alone time alone together with you with him with her with anyone i choose and it doesn’t ever matter if i’m wrong or right because i’ll see you tonight.
We belong together. You, me, and whoever else. We need to be in the same place at the same time. We are meant to be. That’s what belonging means. It is fate. It has to happen. Time is running low.
i belong to a senior committee, the people in it mug me, they are selfish and only care about themselves, a lot of the people in my school don’t have enough money to pay 90 dollars for a prom ticket, or 30 dollars for a “class of 09 shirt” that they will only wear one, and they think that they are able to make all the decisions, when they don’t even help with any of the other stuff, i dont know what this is?
my mom and family having fun with friends, warm, a fire place with someone holding on to me telling me that they love me and i am beautiful, smiles, flowers, dance studio, understanding why things are the way they are, being ok with who i am
Who doesn’t belong? No one.
i never did
What can I say? It’s been one of the worst days of my life, and I can’t put a name to the face, but I think that somebody is following me. I went into the office and found myself sitting in a meeting full of high-powered executives, all of which were entirely convinced I had filled the office with belligerent ducks. That was Howard.
At least I have you.
It took a long time for him to realize that something wasn’t quite right. Every item of clothing was in its proper place. Every word spoken just so, just right. And yet, it still didn’t seem to fit. Nothing did. He’d tried every class, every course, every trick to fit in, but still it never ended quite right. Something was subtly out of place and he couldn’t quite figure it out. When his face fell off that faithful morning, should’ve been the real clue.
I have not seen any thing and never write in English without thinking…it is reall hard for a Chinese~but it is great fun!
I don’t. Never will. Sometimes do. Who needs it? Don’t think about it. Buy more stuff. Do cool things. Keep up with the Jones’s. A place for everything and everything in it’s place. Don’t box me in. What is that doing there? What are you doing here? I’m outta here. One of these things is not like the others. If I don’t fit in here, where will I?
i dont belong any place, just here. im here but i just didnt belong. belong to me , ujust you. BE free be fair, be smart, be long
belong is nothing but be somewhere
I belong to a small family of 5 people and we are very close to one another. I also belong to larger groups as evidenced by my Facebook presence. There’s my high school group, my college group, my colleague group, my group of students I mentor and many, many others. Belonging is one of the most important aspects of human social activity.
i want ot belong to something bigger than me. Why is it that evryone needs to feel belonging? WHy is it that we cant go through life utterly independent? I feel inadequate to say im lonely. Im not lonely, I like my time to myself, but i also like to feel like im a part of something. I like to believe that I belong and I can make a difference. Everyone must belong somewhere.
i don’t know if i’ve ever belonged. maybe i never will. somehow i’ve always been apart from others, a little different. is it that i was destined to be special. is it that i was destined to be a loner, a kook.
it’s always good to belong. i guess. i’m not really so sure. but even when you’re not with anyone or anything, i guess you belong too. you belong to yourself, in your own solitary kingdom or class or something. you can never really truly not belong any where because it’s part of existence. to exist is to belong. so alienation should never be a problem for anyone.
i always wondered if id ever belong.
but later in time i would find that i could not only belong to spanish society but be an integral part in their culture. belonging had left my mind, i was not what i wanted to be and what i ever would be or become. i had become a spaniard. not just a visitor but a true person who spoke and love the language
Everyone seeks to belong somewhere. Unfortunately some people find a sense of belonging in the wrong places. Places that can drag them down and make them less than they would be on their own.
the place I belong, west viginia. i dont come from west virginia… ive never even been to west virginia, but it sounds nice. It fits nicely in my mouth, like spiced chai. like round, kind of .. like a stress ball, like a stress ball flavored like spiced chai in my mouth. west virginia.
There are many places one can belong. But more places that one cant. Finding a home is one of life’s most compelling and often unproductive exercises. One can never really ‘belong’ anywhere. Fair? maybe. We came from nowhere. We go back to it.
You don’t belong here! My mind shouted at me. Get out! But I continued anyways, continuing toward the event that would last my lifetime. That would change my life, end it for what I knew. And I had a kind of smile plastered on my face, and there was no horror in my eyes. A wedding.
I know where I belong. It is not with an overbearing, 40 year old alcoholic. I can’t wait for him to get the rest of his shit packed and out of my life forever. I can finally enjoy the rest of my 20’s in peace. :) The biggest mistake of my life is over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I BELONG TO NO ONE
she doesn’t belong to me and I don’t belong to her. We aren’t property. we are people. I mean we are changeable things with goals and dreams. We don’t have time to establish we belong do we. We just have to do the work and this work of establishing belong to someone else.
L looked at the glittering ring that lay in Adolfo’s hand. The young man looked so hopeful, so loving. She would have instantly replied ‘yes’, but something pulled her away. Someone…who was closer to her heart than he.
Reaching out her hand, she gently closed Adolfo’s fingers over the ring. “I belong to another,” she said quietly.
There was a point in my life that I remember finally feeling I belonged somewhere. Not just a place, but a community. It was the greatest feeling up to that point in my life. Walking into a space filled with people that unconditionally loved me and accepted who I was as a person. It is a feeling I have craved ever since, sought after, and rejoiced in everytime I encounter it.
“I belong here,” he thought to himself.
This is where I am me. this is where I can be myself.
In this room, with these people….I am who I was created to be.
Not looked down on. Not pressured to be anyone else. Not the second.
I am best at being me.
I belong.
I belong to nobody. I have belongings. I want to be long. hahah Because I’m short. yah get that? i want to BElong? because im short. hahah isn’t that hilarious? im really short. really short. i want to belong.
Oberon held his breath. The inspector had stopped a few feet in front of him.
“One of you doesn’t belong her.” He could feel the man’s dark eyes pass over him like a shadow. Had he discovered his disguise?
Just keep calm, and it’ll soon be done with, Oberon tried to tell himself.
It doesn’t matter how hard she tries. In fact, the harder she tries the worse it seems to get. I feel so bad. She just doesn’t belong.
million times quicker than pain.