like a moth towards the light, a drunk sea-captain riding without a crew; something beautiful in the foreign danger, something too lovely to be ignored, i could’ve known this would hurt me but that could not have stopped me. you gifted me new words like roses, bouquets at a time, some to put in the vase and some to plant in the garden;
(there was extraño and mítico and fuegos artificiales en la bahía, i wish i could forget, i wish you had given me rings i could leave in a drawer, these are words too heavy to sink when you throw them into the tide and they are too light to burn in the fireplace)
I’ve always loved travelling. My goal one of these (increasingly distant) days is to be able to roam the streets of Belgium, Japan, Germany, The Netherlands – anywhere and everywhere – inconspicuously foreign.
its foreign language week at my highschool. its fun for me, i love french. its unfun for others i guess. our school isnt really what it used to be. too many regualtions. i blame the colubine shooting. people make me sick.
Maybe it’s the generation into which I was born, or maybe it’s the diverse environment in which I spend my adolescence, but it doesn’t make sense to me.
Yeah, people come from different countries, backgrounds, etc…
something unknown, scary, new, stranger, interesting, intriguing, mysterious, doesn’t belong, outside of the ordinary,
Keerthana
i feel foreign not when i go to a place cmpletely new but when i go to place fill with people who are completely new to or, who are acquinted but have a great attitude and are reserved.
harish
I am considered foreign I guess. I speak a few foreign languages. Vietnamese, Italian, Japanese. Something foreign is basically just something that you’ve yet to learn about/know/feel comfortable with. However, that can be quickly changed and that foreign item/thing/whatever will become something that you know. Foreign…..idk, it has a negative connotation I guess for me. I can’t think of anything else. I’m tired. Haha, that’s foreign.
Frank
Foreign to me means, the unusual. Something that stands out. Unique, different. Foreign is basically not the majority. Like Brazil would be a foreign country to the US because it’s not usual to see many Brazilians there,
Michael Barbee
Foreign lands are where I want to be. I wish I had enough money to live the rest of my life traveling. I think I would start in Ireland and make sure I get to Italy and Greece. I want to feel foreign forever.
Katie
I love the feeling of foreign it gives liberty to be adventurous to discover life with the eyes of a child to appreciate what normally would be taken for granted.
alejandra
Beautiful people from far away lands. Different views of this crazy place.
Jessica
foreigners are just so much cooler than us Americans
i enjoy listening to foreign languages
i enjoy foreign people’s company as well as their movies and series and music
foreign is mysterious
china. the crispy oil soaked food at street corners. the exotic fruit pushed into paper sacks. the tall, blaring city lights and barren, dusty, rice sodden stretches of nothingness.
rebecca
He sat at a table outside a cafe and the streets were filled with people. He had just remembered what it was like to be foreign and what it was like for people to be natural.
We seem so far apart but yet so close
as we fight we become friends
but as friends we still fill no trust
we love to win but hate for you to lose
we yell about peace but talk about war
ryan atkinson
Sometimes it’s how you feel, sometimes it’s what the world around you feels like. Just crazy, or out of place.
Traveling to countries other than my own is a desire that I have had for as long as I remember. People say, “If you want to do, you just have to do it.” That is not always the case. But one day, I really hope to be in a position that I can travel to exotic foreign lands and soak up their culture and gain some of their perspective on the world.
the foreign invador stepped into our town like he owned the place. Our quaint city would never be the same. He smelled different. Ethnic. How could he do this to us? All of us. I know this is modern day and all, but come on.
kindaracist
that which is not domestic to us, something unexplored. An invasion.Something out of the ordinary.
Mark
There are a lot of things that are foreign to me. Things that maybe other people understand better than I do. For example, the reasons why you don’t stick popcorn kernels in your ear (foreign objects) or how to conjugate a verb in French (foreign language).
Lesalina
A man from Israel once asked me to marry him. That one time turned into ten. Every time he asked things always got a little more bleak for me. Now I can’t even remember his name. But I know he was from Israel and he liked to call me Mami Shelli, my love.
Jackie Ayars
Foreign is a word i have difficulty spelling, but what else is new. i pretty much am an awful speller. its like spelling is a foreign language to me (see what i did there!)
Emily Weaver
we are specialspecial stars
we are imminent
yet we are soso far
and we are amazing
yet so mundane
we are original
and yet a thousand more came before us
we are foreign
because we are different
I remember when I used to work in a burger joint back home, I would always work with some foreigners from Europe. Never one or two, but three at a time. I would be the odd man out so they would speak many languages I don’t know. Probably because they knew i couldn’t speak any of them. It was always unnerving when I would go on break and they would be sitting talking in their dialect. Maybe about me- I don’t know.
yep
I’m somewhat foreign. A foreign man in a foreign land. Cliche is a foreign word. Who cares. I just want foreign food in my foreign belly. This passage is foreignatical. Well, whad’ya know, a foreign word.
Writing has become a foreign art to me. I don’t write as much as I’d like, and I have no one to critique my work. I’d like to get to a point where it’s less foreign, and more familiar.
Heather
I’d love to go to a place where I was considered foreign. Taste the exotic foods, see all the places tourists go to touch the architectural masterpieces of the world and walk in the footsteps of histories famous leaders.
Rebekah B.
He was foreign. It was obvious. His clothes were unique, his accent pronounced, and his face looked like none they had ever seen… and yet he fit in as one. He somehow infiltrated his way into our society like a natural. Like a native. He was foreign… but he was one of us. Already. Somehow…. he joined us, and we accepted him. As our father. Our salvation.
The feeling of love is sort of foreign. I love Joel. I love my sister. I love Jessica. I love my mom. Do I love my dad?
I don’t know what it really feels like…. like, what are you supposed to FEEL when you think of the word “love”? The cliche response would be “warm,” “fuzzy,” “sweet,” “melty,” and anything else along those lines.
Smiley Eevee
To learn about ones culture, we must first learn about their heritage. Many foriegn people have different customs and believe different things then us. To be tolerant to them we allow them to be tolerant to us.
and i felt it
like warm spanish sunlight
like cold english winters
and sweet italian springs
with brisk german autumns
i could feel it pulsing through me
like the sound of a bell
ringing,
ringing
and it calls out
“welcome home”
Eleven
foreign like an alien placed on a planet he’s never even dreamed of. Forced to participate in customs that are not his own, don styles taht are not his own. What does it mean to be happy? I want to know. Unreasonable happiness is foreign. I am foreign.
SEPT
I was walking down the street and an old Asian man came up to me wearing a top hat, bell bottoms, and old running shoes. Considering the fact that i had never seen quite a combination I stared at him with an odd curiousity. He smiled at me with a toothless grin and went on his way. I will never forget that man and his crazy ability to wear that in the New York fashion district.
Sophia
so theres this foreign exchange student in my class. She has improved a lot since september. People play jokes on her and its SO rude but hey, were in high school. What do you expect? But shes so nice and its cool to learn about her home country, which is mexico. :)
ashley
es el extraño viaje que me llevó a conocer a esa extraña. si. no sé porque nuestra vida se trasó en un mismo camino que nos llevo a un pueblo sonámbulo, con solo fantasmas alrededor que no interferian, pero si estorbaban con cada pensamiento suelto que dejaban escapar nuestras miradas. Oh no!
La Cabeza
Foreign people brings up two different images in my head.
Arrogant foreign devils who ignore local culture, act with sense of entitlement and make no effort to fit in. yes, I admit, I was one of them.
On the other hand, foreign people are interesting, different and give a different perspective to our world.
Oh how I wish to someday venture out to all foreign countries of the world. Well, maybe not all, but definitely the ones that matter most to me. England, Australia, Ireland, New Zealand, and France once again. A piece of my heart lurks hidden beneath Europe’s cobblestone streets.
the foreign refugee walked for miles and miles untile he could find a safe place to rest. throgh dry and deserted fields he wlaked until his feet could take no more
like a moth towards the light, a drunk sea-captain riding without a crew; something beautiful in the foreign danger, something too lovely to be ignored, i could’ve known this would hurt me but that could not have stopped me. you gifted me new words like roses, bouquets at a time, some to put in the vase and some to plant in the garden;
(there was extraño and mítico and fuegos artificiales en la bahía, i wish i could forget, i wish you had given me rings i could leave in a drawer, these are words too heavy to sink when you throw them into the tide and they are too light to burn in the fireplace)
you left me for the sun.
I’ve always loved travelling. My goal one of these (increasingly distant) days is to be able to roam the streets of Belgium, Japan, Germany, The Netherlands – anywhere and everywhere – inconspicuously foreign.
Trees upon trees
Dizzies the eye and drives a nail
Rusted and cruel into a square hole
Unwilling to take a round peg.
its foreign language week at my highschool. its fun for me, i love french. its unfun for others i guess. our school isnt really what it used to be. too many regualtions. i blame the colubine shooting. people make me sick.
I just don’t understand racism.
Maybe it’s the generation into which I was born, or maybe it’s the diverse environment in which I spend my adolescence, but it doesn’t make sense to me.
Yeah, people come from different countries, backgrounds, etc…
But we’re all made in God’s image.
something unknown, scary, new, stranger, interesting, intriguing, mysterious, doesn’t belong, outside of the ordinary,
i feel foreign not when i go to a place cmpletely new but when i go to place fill with people who are completely new to or, who are acquinted but have a great attitude and are reserved.
I am considered foreign I guess. I speak a few foreign languages. Vietnamese, Italian, Japanese. Something foreign is basically just something that you’ve yet to learn about/know/feel comfortable with. However, that can be quickly changed and that foreign item/thing/whatever will become something that you know. Foreign…..idk, it has a negative connotation I guess for me. I can’t think of anything else. I’m tired. Haha, that’s foreign.
Foreign to me means, the unusual. Something that stands out. Unique, different. Foreign is basically not the majority. Like Brazil would be a foreign country to the US because it’s not usual to see many Brazilians there,
Foreign lands are where I want to be. I wish I had enough money to live the rest of my life traveling. I think I would start in Ireland and make sure I get to Italy and Greece. I want to feel foreign forever.
I love the feeling of foreign it gives liberty to be adventurous to discover life with the eyes of a child to appreciate what normally would be taken for granted.
Beautiful people from far away lands. Different views of this crazy place.
foreigners are just so much cooler than us Americans
i enjoy listening to foreign languages
i enjoy foreign people’s company as well as their movies and series and music
foreign is mysterious
china. the crispy oil soaked food at street corners. the exotic fruit pushed into paper sacks. the tall, blaring city lights and barren, dusty, rice sodden stretches of nothingness.
He sat at a table outside a cafe and the streets were filled with people. He had just remembered what it was like to be foreign and what it was like for people to be natural.
We seem so far apart but yet so close
as we fight we become friends
but as friends we still fill no trust
we love to win but hate for you to lose
we yell about peace but talk about war
Sometimes it’s how you feel, sometimes it’s what the world around you feels like. Just crazy, or out of place.
Traveling to countries other than my own is a desire that I have had for as long as I remember. People say, “If you want to do, you just have to do it.” That is not always the case. But one day, I really hope to be in a position that I can travel to exotic foreign lands and soak up their culture and gain some of their perspective on the world.
fringe
finger
feign
finer
fine
fire
rife
ring
grin
girn
ogre
gore
reign
rein
gone
fore
groin
iron
goner
forge
frog
the foreign invador stepped into our town like he owned the place. Our quaint city would never be the same. He smelled different. Ethnic. How could he do this to us? All of us. I know this is modern day and all, but come on.
that which is not domestic to us, something unexplored. An invasion.Something out of the ordinary.
There are a lot of things that are foreign to me. Things that maybe other people understand better than I do. For example, the reasons why you don’t stick popcorn kernels in your ear (foreign objects) or how to conjugate a verb in French (foreign language).
A man from Israel once asked me to marry him. That one time turned into ten. Every time he asked things always got a little more bleak for me. Now I can’t even remember his name. But I know he was from Israel and he liked to call me Mami Shelli, my love.
Foreign is a word i have difficulty spelling, but what else is new. i pretty much am an awful speller. its like spelling is a foreign language to me (see what i did there!)
we are specialspecial stars
we are imminent
yet we are soso far
and we are amazing
yet so mundane
we are original
and yet a thousand more came before us
we are foreign
because we are different
I remember when I used to work in a burger joint back home, I would always work with some foreigners from Europe. Never one or two, but three at a time. I would be the odd man out so they would speak many languages I don’t know. Probably because they knew i couldn’t speak any of them. It was always unnerving when I would go on break and they would be sitting talking in their dialect. Maybe about me- I don’t know.
I’m somewhat foreign. A foreign man in a foreign land. Cliche is a foreign word. Who cares. I just want foreign food in my foreign belly. This passage is foreignatical. Well, whad’ya know, a foreign word.
Writing has become a foreign art to me. I don’t write as much as I’d like, and I have no one to critique my work. I’d like to get to a point where it’s less foreign, and more familiar.
I’d love to go to a place where I was considered foreign. Taste the exotic foods, see all the places tourists go to touch the architectural masterpieces of the world and walk in the footsteps of histories famous leaders.
He was foreign. It was obvious. His clothes were unique, his accent pronounced, and his face looked like none they had ever seen… and yet he fit in as one. He somehow infiltrated his way into our society like a natural. Like a native. He was foreign… but he was one of us. Already. Somehow…. he joined us, and we accepted him. As our father. Our salvation.
The feeling of love is sort of foreign. I love Joel. I love my sister. I love Jessica. I love my mom. Do I love my dad?
I don’t know what it really feels like…. like, what are you supposed to FEEL when you think of the word “love”? The cliche response would be “warm,” “fuzzy,” “sweet,” “melty,” and anything else along those lines.
To learn about ones culture, we must first learn about their heritage. Many foriegn people have different customs and believe different things then us. To be tolerant to them we allow them to be tolerant to us.
and i felt it
like warm spanish sunlight
like cold english winters
and sweet italian springs
with brisk german autumns
i could feel it pulsing through me
like the sound of a bell
ringing,
ringing
and it calls out
“welcome home”
foreign like an alien placed on a planet he’s never even dreamed of. Forced to participate in customs that are not his own, don styles taht are not his own. What does it mean to be happy? I want to know. Unreasonable happiness is foreign. I am foreign.
I was walking down the street and an old Asian man came up to me wearing a top hat, bell bottoms, and old running shoes. Considering the fact that i had never seen quite a combination I stared at him with an odd curiousity. He smiled at me with a toothless grin and went on his way. I will never forget that man and his crazy ability to wear that in the New York fashion district.
so theres this foreign exchange student in my class. She has improved a lot since september. People play jokes on her and its SO rude but hey, were in high school. What do you expect? But shes so nice and its cool to learn about her home country, which is mexico. :)
es el extraño viaje que me llevó a conocer a esa extraña. si. no sé porque nuestra vida se trasó en un mismo camino que nos llevo a un pueblo sonámbulo, con solo fantasmas alrededor que no interferian, pero si estorbaban con cada pensamiento suelto que dejaban escapar nuestras miradas. Oh no!
Foreign people brings up two different images in my head.
Arrogant foreign devils who ignore local culture, act with sense of entitlement and make no effort to fit in. yes, I admit, I was one of them.
On the other hand, foreign people are interesting, different and give a different perspective to our world.
Oh how I wish to someday venture out to all foreign countries of the world. Well, maybe not all, but definitely the ones that matter most to me. England, Australia, Ireland, New Zealand, and France once again. A piece of my heart lurks hidden beneath Europe’s cobblestone streets.
the foreign refugee walked for miles and miles untile he could find a safe place to rest. throgh dry and deserted fields he wlaked until his feet could take no more