that fleeting feeling that tells you this is right for you or this is not where you should be right now, LISTEN and obey to grow.
Meredith
He used more aftershave these days, showered immediately upon his return, worked late yet carried an aroma of alcohol and good times. She missed all the clues.
Well I don’t have a clue where to start. Clueless. Clue rhymes with blue. Clew. Drew. What a strange word is clue. How strangely quickly one minute passes when you don’t know what to do.
noreen
The house was clean — surfaces were polished and the floor was clear from strewn objects, its carpet vacuumed.
There was no trace anymore of someone ever having lived there.
Anonymous
Get one…get three..look for them…pay attention to them when they are presented to you. C collect L listen U understand E evolve.
Gigi
What are the clues to your heart? Are you sending them to me with your silence?
Clue if for someone who knows, clues are obtained through rational processes but in matters of the heart how does that work out? In distance how will I know.
hermosa
Clue is the word I have got no clue, may be life is this way that the clue is to search for and there is non, like the don´t know mind walking clueless, is this really my home here in this cold funny place? I have go no clue, what is the use of a clue?
Andy Sydow
I dont have one. I wish I did. It would help me chose my next move. I like clues.
Thea
You are absolutely clueless … as in “You have no clue!”. How on earth could you have made t hose reservations when you knew that I would be working late tonight, and that (a) I would not have enough time to get there, and (b) I would be in no mood!
I wish I had a clue. An insightful, magical clue. This clue would help me, would give me the edge. Wait – I don’t want that clue. I’m figuring it out like everyone else. I don’t want the extra edge, I want to be just like you and you and you. I want us all to do this together.
Camille
i don’t have a clue about what to expect next
do you have any clue as to what is coming your way?
clues are interesting
trying to decipher the path ahead of us
awareness will help us in our quest
be present to the clues
be open
april
Give me a clue – anything to guide me. What is my direction? Where am I going? Will I be happy when I get there…. why do I seem to lack direction… what is it I should be doing? Please give me a clue. Anything that will start the journey to my creative content. The thing I am meant to do.
Tasha
the clue is the glue that keeps me thinking about the subject which the clue is about. I don’t have a clue what that is!
I have no clue as to what I am going to do. But I do know everything is going to go for a bright new start. Woohoo for the brilliant beginning.. :) Thank you Thank you! Clueless is what everyone should be always. That shows you are on a road less travelled!
cs
I haven’t a clue what to write but I like the idea of writing without thinking about it! Feels very freeing and fun. Clues are all around us if we open our eyes to the wonder of the world .. trying to give us messages if we but listen deeply.
Amanda
Clue was always a fun game. I always enjoyed thinking of the stories that were made so simple by the die-cast pieces and guessed scenarios. Why did Colonel Mustart kill Miss Scarlet? Was in it his character? He was a military man, after all. PTSD will do those things to you. There was so much to imagine in that game.
Blue’s clues. Clueless. Clue by four. Clue the game. The movie with Tim Curry. Curry? Really? What a name. Clue rhymes with glue. Get a clue. Clued in. Give me a clue. Sometimes I have no idea what’s going on. Sometimes all I have are clues, and no mystery.
The thing that I’m sure I get many of, but I wish they were a bit more obvious. Fewer clues and more statements.
katie
Most times these days I have no clue what I’m doing or why. The main perpetrator of this notion in my head/heart is my philosophy class and the subsequent idiocy I feel that I exude whilst trying to read the material. God help me.
Get a clue. Need a clue. Don’t have a clue. Does that make me clueless? Is clueless stupid? I need a clue to solve the puzzle, win the game. Professor Plum in the Library. It is a game. Life is a game. You need clues to help you along. I need a clue.
Mango Fish
get one. clue me the door chickie, an awesome cartoon. It’s a game.
Laurie
They had memorized the entire movie, two sisters who fought like mad, but the one thing that always brought them back together- reciting lines from Clue.
They were a year apart, but the mere mention of that movie would have them dissolving into gigglesnorts and fits of laughter.
Erica Staab
there it was. a hint of something about to come. it was your voice, and the way you talk about gretta. and the way you say everything. how you hide the mensa newsletters because you’re embarassed that you’re a genius. how you’ve stayed even though you’re terrified. i can’t take you lightly. this will be big.
jane
board game. give me a hint. a peek into the future life. the colour blue. i need to get better at this game. haha. sixty seconds is a long time
Vania
i have a clue. i know i do. it’s deep down inside, so deep i could cry. my clue is my guide. it is my soul. never know when or where or even how it will lead me, but never doubt, never fear, my clue will always hold me dear. my guide, my companion. my love, my life. clever, hidden clue, so true.
i have none. I wish I did. If only there were a key of some sort….that would unlock the mystery…the unknown…I’d need to know where it was…if only someone would give me a clue and I’d spend the rest of time searching for it….but then…if I found it, where would the surprise be?
merrilyn
a mystery. a candlestick. a dimension. treat me to this one bit of you and i will ache for more. defend it, honor it, gift it to the world. concision.
fiona
This game was my salvation as a kid. miss scarlet with the candlestick in the library. Now I’m actually starting to get one. Mostly because I’m not scared to listen to the silence. What you avoid you don’t want. Booze doesn’t solve it. can’t fuck it away, get it? Finally I’m starting to.
julie
what. oh what could it be. I see many things that hint to what I am seeing, feeling, beleiving…but what is real…what is true..I need a clue to that which I hold dear..a clue to reveal all…please tell me!
rani
She searches for a clue, because she doesn’t have any. Not even one.
“Not a clue,” she whispers to herself. “Not a clue. Not a clue.”
She bites at her freshly-painted nails; pink, pristine.
Runs her hands through her perfect blonde curls.
Grazes the soft porcelain skin of her arms with her clammy hands.
And those tears that were sitting dangerously close to the edge, they finally spill over, sending black-stained tears dripping down her rosy cheeks. Spoiling those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes.
She’s unable to sit still. Always looking, always searching. Everywhere, all the time. Turning over and over in her mind.
It’s the one thing she doesn’t have. And the one thing she needs most.
i don’t have a clue what to write or the patience. That is really what the issue is here, i don’t have time, therefore i don’t have patience, therefore i don’t have any time to relax. I need to take a step back…give myself time to breathe, eat right, go to the gym…live a normal life. It’s so hard to take advantage of time and let youself enjoy the moments you live.
Give me a clue, so on give us a clue. OR shall I leave you a clue? A clue for what I want you to do? Or a clue for what you should do? That’s what I’ll do. I’ll just give you a clue, a gentle hint to what you should do.
Sigsy
You stepped behind me playfully
I felt you
and I know you felt me
It’s cat and mouse
And darling,
you only think I’m the mouse
I catch you looking at me a little too long
and I brush against you a little too often
I laugh and joke
In my heart, I know this is all pretend
The ring on that finger says so
Clue me in.
Leah
The fact that he pushed down his sister and broke her arm
How he reacts so quickly
That he will curse out his own mother
That he is jealous beyond belief
That he won’t let me have friends
That he calls me out my name all the time
How he has crazy emotional outbursts
…..
Maybe I should have picked up on the clues before it was too late.
Here I will give you a clue. I love him too. Hes not you. The way he holds me, his face close to mine, his hands grazing my thigh. I was this close to cheating, but I couldnt stop being reminded of you. Guess who?
I have no clue. What to do. I wanna just say boo hoo. Because I lost my shoe. It got stuck in some goo. Which resembled glue. I have one shoe now, not two. And now my life is poo.
There was a four leaf clover on the floor of the closet.
“Hey, Michael,” said Peter. “Check this out.”
The two men in trench coats stand in silence for a few moments.
“What is it?” said Michael.
“A goddamn miracle.” said Peter.
that fleeting feeling that tells you this is right for you or this is not where you should be right now, LISTEN and obey to grow.
He used more aftershave these days, showered immediately upon his return, worked late yet carried an aroma of alcohol and good times. She missed all the clues.
Well I don’t have a clue where to start. Clueless. Clue rhymes with blue. Clew. Drew. What a strange word is clue. How strangely quickly one minute passes when you don’t know what to do.
The house was clean — surfaces were polished and the floor was clear from strewn objects, its carpet vacuumed.
There was no trace anymore of someone ever having lived there.
Get one…get three..look for them…pay attention to them when they are presented to you. C collect L listen U understand E evolve.
What are the clues to your heart? Are you sending them to me with your silence?
Clue if for someone who knows, clues are obtained through rational processes but in matters of the heart how does that work out? In distance how will I know.
Clue is the word I have got no clue, may be life is this way that the clue is to search for and there is non, like the don´t know mind walking clueless, is this really my home here in this cold funny place? I have go no clue, what is the use of a clue?
I dont have one. I wish I did. It would help me chose my next move. I like clues.
You are absolutely clueless … as in “You have no clue!”. How on earth could you have made t hose reservations when you knew that I would be working late tonight, and that (a) I would not have enough time to get there, and (b) I would be in no mood!
I wish I had a clue. An insightful, magical clue. This clue would help me, would give me the edge. Wait – I don’t want that clue. I’m figuring it out like everyone else. I don’t want the extra edge, I want to be just like you and you and you. I want us all to do this together.
i don’t have a clue about what to expect next
do you have any clue as to what is coming your way?
clues are interesting
trying to decipher the path ahead of us
awareness will help us in our quest
be present to the clues
be open
Give me a clue – anything to guide me. What is my direction? Where am I going? Will I be happy when I get there…. why do I seem to lack direction… what is it I should be doing? Please give me a clue. Anything that will start the journey to my creative content. The thing I am meant to do.
the clue is the glue that keeps me thinking about the subject which the clue is about. I don’t have a clue what that is!
I have no clue as to what I am going to do. But I do know everything is going to go for a bright new start. Woohoo for the brilliant beginning.. :) Thank you Thank you! Clueless is what everyone should be always. That shows you are on a road less travelled!
I haven’t a clue what to write but I like the idea of writing without thinking about it! Feels very freeing and fun. Clues are all around us if we open our eyes to the wonder of the world .. trying to give us messages if we but listen deeply.
Clue was always a fun game. I always enjoyed thinking of the stories that were made so simple by the die-cast pieces and guessed scenarios. Why did Colonel Mustart kill Miss Scarlet? Was in it his character? He was a military man, after all. PTSD will do those things to you. There was so much to imagine in that game.
Blue’s clues. Clueless. Clue by four. Clue the game. The movie with Tim Curry. Curry? Really? What a name. Clue rhymes with glue. Get a clue. Clued in. Give me a clue. Sometimes I have no idea what’s going on. Sometimes all I have are clues, and no mystery.
Give me a clue, dammit. Leave a note by my bed. Tell me you love me, too.
The thing that I’m sure I get many of, but I wish they were a bit more obvious. Fewer clues and more statements.
Most times these days I have no clue what I’m doing or why. The main perpetrator of this notion in my head/heart is my philosophy class and the subsequent idiocy I feel that I exude whilst trying to read the material. God help me.
Get a clue. Need a clue. Don’t have a clue. Does that make me clueless? Is clueless stupid? I need a clue to solve the puzzle, win the game. Professor Plum in the Library. It is a game. Life is a game. You need clues to help you along. I need a clue.
get one. clue me the door chickie, an awesome cartoon. It’s a game.
They had memorized the entire movie, two sisters who fought like mad, but the one thing that always brought them back together- reciting lines from Clue.
They were a year apart, but the mere mention of that movie would have them dissolving into gigglesnorts and fits of laughter.
there it was. a hint of something about to come. it was your voice, and the way you talk about gretta. and the way you say everything. how you hide the mensa newsletters because you’re embarassed that you’re a genius. how you’ve stayed even though you’re terrified. i can’t take you lightly. this will be big.
board game. give me a hint. a peek into the future life. the colour blue. i need to get better at this game. haha. sixty seconds is a long time
i have a clue. i know i do. it’s deep down inside, so deep i could cry. my clue is my guide. it is my soul. never know when or where or even how it will lead me, but never doubt, never fear, my clue will always hold me dear. my guide, my companion. my love, my life. clever, hidden clue, so true.
i have none. I wish I did. If only there were a key of some sort….that would unlock the mystery…the unknown…I’d need to know where it was…if only someone would give me a clue and I’d spend the rest of time searching for it….but then…if I found it, where would the surprise be?
a mystery. a candlestick. a dimension. treat me to this one bit of you and i will ache for more. defend it, honor it, gift it to the world. concision.
This game was my salvation as a kid. miss scarlet with the candlestick in the library. Now I’m actually starting to get one. Mostly because I’m not scared to listen to the silence. What you avoid you don’t want. Booze doesn’t solve it. can’t fuck it away, get it? Finally I’m starting to.
what. oh what could it be. I see many things that hint to what I am seeing, feeling, beleiving…but what is real…what is true..I need a clue to that which I hold dear..a clue to reveal all…please tell me!
She searches for a clue, because she doesn’t have any. Not even one.
“Not a clue,” she whispers to herself. “Not a clue. Not a clue.”
She bites at her freshly-painted nails; pink, pristine.
Runs her hands through her perfect blonde curls.
Grazes the soft porcelain skin of her arms with her clammy hands.
And those tears that were sitting dangerously close to the edge, they finally spill over, sending black-stained tears dripping down her rosy cheeks. Spoiling those eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes.
She’s unable to sit still. Always looking, always searching. Everywhere, all the time. Turning over and over in her mind.
It’s the one thing she doesn’t have. And the one thing she needs most.
i don’t have a clue what to write or the patience. That is really what the issue is here, i don’t have time, therefore i don’t have patience, therefore i don’t have any time to relax. I need to take a step back…give myself time to breathe, eat right, go to the gym…live a normal life. It’s so hard to take advantage of time and let youself enjoy the moments you live.
The musty board game was hidden under an old box with a grinning man in a top hat. I pulled it out, trying not to inhale the dust. “Let’s play Clue!”
Colonel Mustard advances. I am accused by a man brandishing a lead pipe himself.
Give me a clue, so on give us a clue. OR shall I leave you a clue? A clue for what I want you to do? Or a clue for what you should do? That’s what I’ll do. I’ll just give you a clue, a gentle hint to what you should do.
You stepped behind me playfully
I felt you
and I know you felt me
It’s cat and mouse
And darling,
you only think I’m the mouse
I catch you looking at me a little too long
and I brush against you a little too often
I laugh and joke
In my heart, I know this is all pretend
The ring on that finger says so
Clue me in.
The fact that he pushed down his sister and broke her arm
How he reacts so quickly
That he will curse out his own mother
That he is jealous beyond belief
That he won’t let me have friends
That he calls me out my name all the time
How he has crazy emotional outbursts
…..
Maybe I should have picked up on the clues before it was too late.
A small indication of what’s to come.
Here I will give you a clue. I love him too. Hes not you. The way he holds me, his face close to mine, his hands grazing my thigh. I was this close to cheating, but I couldnt stop being reminded of you. Guess who?
I have no clue. What to do. I wanna just say boo hoo. Because I lost my shoe. It got stuck in some goo. Which resembled glue. I have one shoe now, not two. And now my life is poo.
There was a four leaf clover on the floor of the closet.
“Hey, Michael,” said Peter. “Check this out.”
The two men in trench coats stand in silence for a few moments.
“What is it?” said Michael.
“A goddamn miracle.” said Peter.