is a person who is alone and not a responsible for them selves and continue to grow
brenda
even though,we were living in same house and sleeping in same room.i always felt distant with him. I thought meeting with him will complete my individuality but i fund myself lost in a strange world
I am an individual. You are an individual. We are all an individual. Individual means different. it means you’re not same. It means everybody has their own personality. So please, stop the bullying. Whoever you are bullying, just stop bullying them. They are are human being just like you. They have feelings just like you. Before you bully someone, ask yourself, “How would I feel if someone did this to me?” STOP BULLYING
Julianne Engel
an individual has no choice in who they will become
okay maybe they have a little choice
but not enough to concern you or me
lets face it guys we live in almost 2017 and free will is just an illusion
its time to face the facts
Nobody is the same. We are all our own. Our own individual. There are billions of twins and triplets in the world, but none of them are exactly the same. They are their own individual. Nobody, i mean NOBODY, is exactly the same… until they invent an exact cloning device that copies exact features, likes, dislikes, and all that good stuff!!
Julianne Engel
I am. I will be. Forever It is I. From depths of the ocean to heights of sky.
Osheen
life is all about what you accomplish at the individual state,
but life is not all about living individually, there are many things more than accomplishment you can do being together,
I wanted to find a date. being a individual is no fun. i need someone to laugh with, to cry with, to be angry with. i need someone.
Haley
he has always been alone, one shadow in a world surrounded by light. it’s not really like he was being pushed away; it was by his own choice. he doesn’t like people and he both blends in and stands out. it’s strange really, but he likes it.
I finished reading some of the posts yesterday for the word “idiots”. Wow, it’s embarrassing how many people express their own idiocy. Don’t be an individual idiot, while trying to put others “in their place”.
If you’re going to call others dumb, THEN learn the difference between “then” and “than”, don’t have a lot of misspellings, capitalize at the beginning of a sentence, and basically act like you have an education beyond grade-school. Also there (not their) is a little something that non-dumb people call FACTS, and also relevancy. Stating that a law or rule exist against something is not, even slightly, supporting that something does not or can not happen. Were you born yesterday or have brain damage? I guarantee we have all known rules and broken them, even if only by accident.
Those of you claiming that others are forgetting or don’t know something, should make sure you don’t forget relevant information yourself. This is especially true if you make a statement that you have had a class in a particular subject. Go back and review, please. I’ll just say this, about history and politics, we are all dumber than we think we are. The more emotional a person you are the more likely you are to be wrong about almost anything. The angrily written comments, with the most offensive name calling, were the most ignorant. Stay in school and LEARN, or just quit and do the world justice by being unseen and unheard. To the good writers and thinkers that write well, THANK YOU!
Saggio
I was the last one on the planet. I was completly alone. Everyone was dead but me. I am the last individual. I am the last human
INDIVIDUAL
we’re all technically, but
act as mindless herd
for group attention
wrong is done, right pushed aside
most people are slaves
maybe you try hard
to seem unique outwardly
thats average and false
! Haiku-Man !
What is the individual? We live today in a world where there are blurred lines between you and me. You flow into me like wet ink on a page, and I mix with you like fingerprint. You breathe me, and i devour you. We are not individual. Not independent. Help.
Alastar Kettles
THE individual in the photo is elated.
HEATHER
spark walks
we are all an ambulating world
with our own storms.
his own night never let up, and he wondered if the same was trapped in every other soul as well. he wondered when the word ‘individual’ would turn to ‘togetherness’.
She looked about her, saw so many people. It made her think. “I’ve been worrying about how I need to get closer to my friends, about how I’m gonna do at my performance, and If my friends will come.” She thought to herself, as she was bustled among hundreds of people. “But so are they, they’ve got lots of tiny problems that seem like huge walls. Just like me. They’ve got friends that they’re worrying about and things that they’re practicing for.” She looked around realising that this made her feel so very small in a big world. “It makes me feel,” She searched for the right word. “Lonely.” “They’ve got whole lives that they’re going through.” She mused. “I’m just an individual in this huge world” She whispered to herself. Suddenly a feeling came over her that doused the awful feeling of insignificance and loneliness that she had become used to. “I am a solitary being in this world. But that doesn’t make me unimportant. I comforted Phoebe when she had a problem” She started realising the truth. “She would have cried all night if I hadn’t been there. And my family love ME so much, I’VE done hundreds of jobs around the house that needed to be done, and somebody else would have had to do them.” She started to smile. It felt so good, she hadn’t smiled in so long. She realised that she had wasted so much time. “I’ve gotta do things!” She said aloud. People around her smiled sympathetically at the strange girl in the middle of the footpath. “I’ve gotta see people, and read things, and dance!” She laughed at people’s curious stares as she ran down the street. “I’m going on an adventure!”
WolfHeart
what ever comes to mind
whatever play part in entertaining me I keep to myself
I have a habit of believe I store my best ideas in my sleep
justin
herghbelerhghhg
dfosijijsijdiofjis
udfuuuyy
this is individuality!
This is unique! The essence of being – a random series of words, letters, formed into lines that do not make sense.
This is a protest of our uniqueness.
This is what defines us.
Come on, come on – next time, try and write your own lines. These are MINE
the leaf was crescent shaped, with a thin vein down the middle, delineating the the half, then another vein down that middle, so that one became two, then four. Each division marking territory. So which is the individual, the leaf, or the territories inside it?
you’re different
bright day
clouds
don’t let them hold you back
I am all alone
falling from
crowd to crowd
hoping
someone will
pick me up and take me in
neutral
does that mean anything
Hannah
One of something. Only one. In = not. dividual = divide (ish) Everyone wants to be an individual, but maybe not so much when you’re a teenager. Then you just want to fit in, and standing out is the LAST thing you want!
Elena Hershey
chaos. all around me. enveloped in the mystery. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt this way. different. I stood out from the crowd. I can’t blindly follow. how nice it must be.
Josh Miller
Every individual – regardless of race, religion, gender identity, sexual orientation, age, family origins, or disability – deserves every freedom written on that goddamn piece of paper that is meant to guarantee life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Do not forget that. Do not also forget that blood was shed to keep those freedoms alive, and more than once. If we have to fight, then we fight.
Belinda Roddie
every individual is unique and has some things decided in destiny. There is a lot of charm in being themselves and doing things in their planned way. Being individualistic is a happy feeling to experience. There diversity in the different individuals makes this society colorful.
every individual is unique and has some things decided in destiny. There is a lot of charm in being themselves and doing things in their planned way. Being individualistic is a happy feeling
The individual spirit of our country, while in many cases a true asset, is also a dividing factor that keeps us from truly understanding each other.
kkup
I used to think I was an individual, until society told me to conform. Now I march in the back of the line, with eyes blind to the way I’m mimicking their actions. The world was once a painting with different colours added by each new sets of hands to pick up the brush; everyone adding individuality to a canvas of meshing colours. Now the world is a series of the same painting, tutorials followed to paint them as such. Those canvases painted with the same set of colours, no paints mixed to form any other. I used to think I was an individual, until I painted the same picture as everyone else, through a series of brush movements my mind was hard-wired with; like a slave to conventional society.
threads tied in a knot
connected loosely, caught
bonds break, snapping silently
an attack in the night, almost violently
alone again (at last)
relationships (a thing of the past)
this moment is pivotal
become an individual
I adhere to my little place, my little ways
passed me so many different faces pass
I am transfixed at seeing them
A striking purple catches my eye,
then a daring scarlet
next a beaming yellow
again and again I see the unique brilliance of those around me
All at once I look down at myself
My eyes dull at the sight
gray
I sigh as I watch the tv, groaning internally when the news comes on. I flip the channel, finding a re-run of my favorite show. I watch that instead. After a little while I get up to go the the bathroom, finding that my dad was listening to the news in the other room. I groan and roll my eyes, go to the bathroom, and go back to my show.
is a person who is alone and not a responsible for them selves and continue to grow
even though,we were living in same house and sleeping in same room.i always felt distant with him. I thought meeting with him will complete my individuality but i fund myself lost in a strange world
being individual is not attractive. everyone seeks to be just like the others, only diference is wearing newer shoes and a brighter shirt.
I am an individual. You are an individual. We are all an individual. Individual means different. it means you’re not same. It means everybody has their own personality. So please, stop the bullying. Whoever you are bullying, just stop bullying them. They are are human being just like you. They have feelings just like you. Before you bully someone, ask yourself, “How would I feel if someone did this to me?” STOP BULLYING
an individual has no choice in who they will become
okay maybe they have a little choice
but not enough to concern you or me
lets face it guys we live in almost 2017 and free will is just an illusion
its time to face the facts
Nobody is the same. We are all our own. Our own individual. There are billions of twins and triplets in the world, but none of them are exactly the same. They are their own individual. Nobody, i mean NOBODY, is exactly the same… until they invent an exact cloning device that copies exact features, likes, dislikes, and all that good stuff!!
I am. I will be. Forever It is I. From depths of the ocean to heights of sky.
life is all about what you accomplish at the individual state,
but life is not all about living individually, there are many things more than accomplishment you can do being together,
I wanted to find a date. being a individual is no fun. i need someone to laugh with, to cry with, to be angry with. i need someone.
he has always been alone, one shadow in a world surrounded by light. it’s not really like he was being pushed away; it was by his own choice. he doesn’t like people and he both blends in and stands out. it’s strange really, but he likes it.
I finished reading some of the posts yesterday for the word “idiots”. Wow, it’s embarrassing how many people express their own idiocy. Don’t be an individual idiot, while trying to put others “in their place”.
If you’re going to call others dumb, THEN learn the difference between “then” and “than”, don’t have a lot of misspellings, capitalize at the beginning of a sentence, and basically act like you have an education beyond grade-school. Also there (not their) is a little something that non-dumb people call FACTS, and also relevancy. Stating that a law or rule exist against something is not, even slightly, supporting that something does not or can not happen. Were you born yesterday or have brain damage? I guarantee we have all known rules and broken them, even if only by accident.
Those of you claiming that others are forgetting or don’t know something, should make sure you don’t forget relevant information yourself. This is especially true if you make a statement that you have had a class in a particular subject. Go back and review, please. I’ll just say this, about history and politics, we are all dumber than we think we are. The more emotional a person you are the more likely you are to be wrong about almost anything. The angrily written comments, with the most offensive name calling, were the most ignorant. Stay in school and LEARN, or just quit and do the world justice by being unseen and unheard. To the good writers and thinkers that write well, THANK YOU!
I was the last one on the planet. I was completly alone. Everyone was dead but me. I am the last individual. I am the last human
INDIVIDUAL
we’re all technically, but
act as mindless herd
for group attention
wrong is done, right pushed aside
most people are slaves
maybe you try hard
to seem unique outwardly
thats average and false
What is the individual? We live today in a world where there are blurred lines between you and me. You flow into me like wet ink on a page, and I mix with you like fingerprint. You breathe me, and i devour you. We are not individual. Not independent. Help.
THE individual in the photo is elated.
spark walks
we are all an ambulating world
with our own storms.
his own night never let up, and he wondered if the same was trapped in every other soul as well. he wondered when the word ‘individual’ would turn to ‘togetherness’.
She looked about her, saw so many people. It made her think. “I’ve been worrying about how I need to get closer to my friends, about how I’m gonna do at my performance, and If my friends will come.” She thought to herself, as she was bustled among hundreds of people. “But so are they, they’ve got lots of tiny problems that seem like huge walls. Just like me. They’ve got friends that they’re worrying about and things that they’re practicing for.” She looked around realising that this made her feel so very small in a big world. “It makes me feel,” She searched for the right word. “Lonely.” “They’ve got whole lives that they’re going through.” She mused. “I’m just an individual in this huge world” She whispered to herself. Suddenly a feeling came over her that doused the awful feeling of insignificance and loneliness that she had become used to. “I am a solitary being in this world. But that doesn’t make me unimportant. I comforted Phoebe when she had a problem” She started realising the truth. “She would have cried all night if I hadn’t been there. And my family love ME so much, I’VE done hundreds of jobs around the house that needed to be done, and somebody else would have had to do them.” She started to smile. It felt so good, she hadn’t smiled in so long. She realised that she had wasted so much time. “I’ve gotta do things!” She said aloud. People around her smiled sympathetically at the strange girl in the middle of the footpath. “I’ve gotta see people, and read things, and dance!” She laughed at people’s curious stares as she ran down the street. “I’m going on an adventure!”
what ever comes to mind
whatever play part in entertaining me I keep to myself
I have a habit of believe I store my best ideas in my sleep
herghbelerhghhg
dfosijijsijdiofjis
udfuuuyy
this is individuality!
This is unique! The essence of being – a random series of words, letters, formed into lines that do not make sense.
This is a protest of our uniqueness.
This is what defines us.
Come on, come on – next time, try and write your own lines. These are MINE
the leaf was crescent shaped, with a thin vein down the middle, delineating the the half, then another vein down that middle, so that one became two, then four. Each division marking territory. So which is the individual, the leaf, or the territories inside it?
I divided,
innards visible,
self invisible,
out, not in, now divisible
Dancing duel for two,
split, duality,
self implode,
forced plurality
A compass found
named morality
self modality
met, now in reality
Agree, accept
converse, connect
shared abundance, winnings mutual
reclaim the sense of individual
you’re different
bright day
clouds
don’t let them hold you back
I am all alone
falling from
crowd to crowd
hoping
someone will
pick me up and take me in
neutral
does that mean anything
One of something. Only one. In = not. dividual = divide (ish) Everyone wants to be an individual, but maybe not so much when you’re a teenager. Then you just want to fit in, and standing out is the LAST thing you want!
chaos. all around me. enveloped in the mystery. I don’t know why, but I’ve always felt this way. different. I stood out from the crowd. I can’t blindly follow. how nice it must be.
Every individual – regardless of race, religion, gender identity, sexual orientation, age, family origins, or disability – deserves every freedom written on that goddamn piece of paper that is meant to guarantee life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Do not forget that. Do not also forget that blood was shed to keep those freedoms alive, and more than once. If we have to fight, then we fight.
every individual is unique and has some things decided in destiny. There is a lot of charm in being themselves and doing things in their planned way. Being individualistic is a happy feeling to experience. There diversity in the different individuals makes this society colorful.
every individual is unique and has some things decided in destiny. There is a lot of charm in being themselves and doing things in their planned way. Being individualistic is a happy feeling
The individual spirit of our country, while in many cases a true asset, is also a dividing factor that keeps us from truly understanding each other.
I used to think I was an individual, until society told me to conform. Now I march in the back of the line, with eyes blind to the way I’m mimicking their actions. The world was once a painting with different colours added by each new sets of hands to pick up the brush; everyone adding individuality to a canvas of meshing colours. Now the world is a series of the same painting, tutorials followed to paint them as such. Those canvases painted with the same set of colours, no paints mixed to form any other. I used to think I was an individual, until I painted the same picture as everyone else, through a series of brush movements my mind was hard-wired with; like a slave to conventional society.
threads tied in a knot
connected loosely, caught
bonds break, snapping silently
an attack in the night, almost violently
alone again (at last)
relationships (a thing of the past)
this moment is pivotal
become an individual
I adhere to my little place, my little ways
passed me so many different faces pass
I am transfixed at seeing them
A striking purple catches my eye,
then a daring scarlet
next a beaming yellow
again and again I see the unique brilliance of those around me
All at once I look down at myself
My eyes dull at the sight
gray
aeiasldhgas
I sigh as I watch the tv, groaning internally when the news comes on. I flip the channel, finding a re-run of my favorite show. I watch that instead. After a little while I get up to go the the bathroom, finding that my dad was listening to the news in the other room. I groan and roll my eyes, go to the bathroom, and go back to my show.