A young man sat in a chair and mumbled to himself. Something about freedom, something about suffering, something about justice. What does it all mean? Is it the suffering that brings about freedom?
Tammi
He always had a unique way of self-preservation. Matthew, in a world full of terror, got away with always speaking his mind, and always speaking it twice. No one could understand the treason that was coming from his mouth, so it was all too late when the bomb went off.
It’s a scary thought. If only someone had taken the time to listen.
You’re mumbling and I can’t hear a word. Look at me. Tell me something clear. Tell me that you love me. Tell me that’s not something you want to mumble, but shout.
Sara
לא רוצה לדבר יותר, נגמרו לי המילים. יש לי המון צלילים בתוכי, אבל האם אני אוכל להוציאם מגופי הכובל אי פעם? הם מרעישים לי, הו, כמה שהם מרעישים. נדמה כאילו אף אחד מעולם לא חווה רעש שכזה, מרגיש לי כאילו זו רק אני.
אין לי שקט, מעולם לא ידעתי מה זה. מה זה שקט אמיתי, טהור. שלי תמיד מורעש, אני רוצה את זה צלול וזך.
אני רוצה את זה בך.
A broken girl sat in the corner of the crowded room. The corner itself seemed to dim as she mumbled incoherently to herself. Those around her just stared and couldn’t take their eyes off of her. She struck fear that crawled up their backs and stood their hairs on end. She was misunderstood and no one could learn to be her friend. That’s when the teacher smacked the ruler against the chalkboard to bring everyones attention back to him.
“Alright, class has begun! Settle down and pay attention.” He went on, but the girl was still in her corner, headphones in, mumbling to herself the very lyrics that save her.
In the evening, I feel able to speak. I can express my thoughts very clearly. But, when morning strikes, the river of eloquence regresses to a trickling brook of mumbling.
Somehow, I feel both get the point across fairly well.
One conveys my opinion with the grace of a fairly adequate orator. The other bluntly grunts, “Back off. Not a morning person.” or, in layman’s terms, “Bakrrrr grrrr blunnrrrrgggh”.
The man walked across the street from us, mumbling. I was unsure as to whether he was following us, or if he was lost in his own little world. What was he mumbling about? My curiosity wasn’t going to be satisfied. I didn’t want to walk into what could be harm’s way. We continued onward, and when we turned down a side street, he did not follow.
I could only pause and sigh, grateful to not have the disconcerting presence following us. But curiosity still lingering, I glanced back over my shoulder.
i began mumblnig what i thought i would say but it never seems to work out that way. i had the script revised thrice over and still hadn’t settled on a close. did i want to end with a question mark or period? i wondered. i’m leaning toward the dash and it’s added mystique but nothing’s in stone yet.
Mummle mumble mumble. its so annoying, isn’t it, especially when you’re scolding somebody you really need to exercise your superiority over. Personally, i think its great when someone’s scolding ME
Prita
i’m losing my marbles
over your mumbling
in the house of our mother
where the light is murky
and the drapes an off-mauve
we gibber all morning
until we finally move.
It was the mumbling sound of one of the wounded women, that was trapped among the debris that alerted the firemen that other persons were trapped in the building.
Mumbling means to sit back, to groan, and to complain about things in your life that bother you. The tone of the mumbler is usually a low one, quiet with all the disappointed attitude that seep out of the mouth whilst speaking miserably. Mumbling was the favorite pass time of popular caricature Eeyore.
Kimon
I mumble to myself all the time. Sometimes not even about anything in particular. It helps me organize my thoughts. When I see other people mumble to themselves I think that they are crazy. I also hate it when people mumble something to me and I have no idea what they said. It’s very frustrating.
Daveed Mozeson
I struggled to keep my tears from falling as I listened to her talk — though mumbling would have been more accurate. She was a lovely woman, with sharp features and a charismatic personality, although her skin showed evidences of having been long subjected to the hands of time.
“After that fire, that… dreadful tragedy, I lost everything — my job, my home, my husband… I lost hope.”
At that point, she stopped. Her blank stare told of how she reminisced that terrible moment, her eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears. There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on between us as we cried together, me pitying the woman very strongly for the losses she had suffered, and her recalling what she had hidden so long in the depths of her mind and in the corners of her heart.
After a heavy sigh full of grief, she added more animatedly, “But amidst that darkness, I found light… You know, it is only when the night has conquered that you see the fireflies in their beauty.”
As my head was buried in my hands, I looked up at her just in time to see a serene look fall upon her face. Her eyes had closed and her lips curved into an eternal smile.
Reports about black duffel bags and pressure cookers-and us tough, tough, northeasterners. Turning off the tv and leaving the house, I hear the birds salute the rising sun. Even though it’s obscured by the gathering clouds, they still sing. Closing my eyes, I hear the cars go by and pretend they are waves, crashing on the shore, far, far away from where I am. My phone beeps and I hear about circuit boards and a see a little boy with a sign for peace. I can turn it off and walk away, but it will still be there when I return. “I am not far away, I am here,” I mumble to the wind.
I mumble through your hair
I mumble everywhere
In your ear
Near your Dear
In a race
In a case
As Long as your hear it I’ll mumble all over the place
Raven
thinking hard and trying to express it but not being able to. trying to be loud and shrinking into yourself when you realise that what you have to say, and maybe even you, aren’t important. trying to hard to stop mumbling but everything else comes out as a scream which frightens people even more
Katie
I like mumbling. I have no idea what does this word mean, and I have no time to search. I hate the Ipad’s corrector
Mario
Stop mumbling! Speak your mind! Speak it loud and clear! As long as it is truth, SPEAK it! Only what is in your heart is truth, and does not deserve to be mumbled. Mumbling equals uncertainy, SPEAK now and forever more.
if you don’t know what to say or aren’t confident enough, you start mumbling. This can result in no one understanding you. So try not to mumble!
anna
Just say what you want. I can’t stand your mumbling. If you can’t say what you want then it can’t be that important and I am too busy to wait until you drop your hook.
I want to be a guy who can handle all your flaws, love you on your moody days, and kiss you when you don’t look great. Not just thinking about it, mumbling about it, or saying it. But actually doing it.
Nyan
mumbling is saying something in a quite manner to urself or to the person next to you so that others cannot hear you. it can also be some kind of a comment during the discussion.
swathikha
He was mumbling something in his sleep and flopping around which made it even more difficult for me to study. I hated studying in the room, but the library was closed and I needed to get the paper done.
Terrence Thomas
He stood in front of her, mumbling and scratching his head and fiddling and just generally being nervous.
“Um, you were going to say something…?” She asked, trying to keep her curiosity – and patience – in check.
He mumbled something again and she sighed, finally losing her cool. She leaned in and his blush intensified.
“What were you going to say?” She asked him again, staring into his eyes. She was so close to his face.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his lips onto hers.
I sat there mumbling to myself. It wasn’t fair. Why would father have put me with aunt when he knew very well that I hated her? She was a cold lady who spoke so harshly of everyone. My aunt came back to the living room.
“Do you know what has happened to your father, Leonard?”
I shook my head.
“He has gone to a better place and won’t be returning,” said the lady dryly.
Gone where? Why hadn’t he taken me with him? Father wouldn’t have done that. I sat looking down at the floor, then looked back up at my aunt. She looked fairly displeased with me and I didn’t want to upset her by saying anything else.
Stephanie Jennifer
era acolo si balbaia ceva cu un aer care se voia a fi detasat. radea zgomotos cand nu era cazul pentru ca asa asa era el, nesigur. se ascundea in spatele unei priviri cutremuratoare pe care aproape ca o credeai, iti intra cu japca pana dincolo
NicoleRootless
Mum bling.
The shiniest things I have ever seen.
dramarie
what is that ? I don’t know, it has to be something, it should mean something, though I DON’T know what exactly it means. I am pathetic. I suppose. That’s all. Okay, I have some time left, what should I do ? Nobody knows. Me either. Hey, what happened ? It should have stopped a while ago. Why ? Just tell me why. Rock, Robot Rock. Touch bring it back.
meggy simpson
You dumb, slow, thick- headed mumbling fool.
dramarie
When your falling out it’s hard to speak what’s on your mind. Most of the time it just comes out in rambles. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sence, it’s rambling half dream half reality. Nobody would ever want to be like that. Imagine, just randomely shouting ” Its in the glove box” when your friend tells you He’s hungry. It’s embarasing but everyone just turnes thier head. The people i hang with have all been there before, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not in my crowd at least.
BombZilla
“Everyone’s wrong about me.”
“I’m not useless.”
“I should’ve said no.”
“Why can’t I speak up?”
“I was right.”
“Why doesn’t anyone ever believe me?”
But all they’re mumbling was lost to the wind.
Mumble something unimportant, possibly about peas. When the person asks what you said, shrug and brush them off saying “oh nothing it’s not important…” they’ll be livid. If you want them to get angry in an argument so you can win by staying calm, i suggest this mumble technique. However be careful…it’s not often wise to push someone into lividness…
mumbling mumbled words of mumbling groggy students with mumbling drooping faces with mumbling muddied eyes looking at mumbling teachers cheeks that have been so exposed to mumbling that they mumble and sag. “JUST STOP MUMBLING!” they scream silently.
mumble? what i mumble about? there’s no mumbling in my life if i have chosen the right thing. mumbling is for thinking people and people who do not know how to speak, so that they can have fun at least mumbling. mumbling is for grown up kids! oh well, if it doesn’t work… you can mumble up something. mumbling is the perfect weapon for making people uncomfortable.
Alessio
when lots of words intertwine in a sort of chatter…
the rapper heres his opponent but he is simply mumbling..
nancy
Useless. If you have to say something, think about it for just the amount of time you need to say it right, and whether it would be good or not to do so, and if nothing’s wrong, SPEAK UP.
Gianandrea Uggetti
indistinct.
head down, embarrassed, trying hard to talk.
mumbled eggs: I haven’t ever seen them again.
whatever it was, it’s lost now.
A young man sat in a chair and mumbled to himself. Something about freedom, something about suffering, something about justice. What does it all mean? Is it the suffering that brings about freedom?
He always had a unique way of self-preservation. Matthew, in a world full of terror, got away with always speaking his mind, and always speaking it twice. No one could understand the treason that was coming from his mouth, so it was all too late when the bomb went off.
It’s a scary thought. If only someone had taken the time to listen.
You’re mumbling and I can’t hear a word. Look at me. Tell me something clear. Tell me that you love me. Tell me that’s not something you want to mumble, but shout.
לא רוצה לדבר יותר, נגמרו לי המילים. יש לי המון צלילים בתוכי, אבל האם אני אוכל להוציאם מגופי הכובל אי פעם? הם מרעישים לי, הו, כמה שהם מרעישים. נדמה כאילו אף אחד מעולם לא חווה רעש שכזה, מרגיש לי כאילו זו רק אני.
אין לי שקט, מעולם לא ידעתי מה זה. מה זה שקט אמיתי, טהור. שלי תמיד מורעש, אני רוצה את זה צלול וזך.
אני רוצה את זה בך.
A broken girl sat in the corner of the crowded room. The corner itself seemed to dim as she mumbled incoherently to herself. Those around her just stared and couldn’t take their eyes off of her. She struck fear that crawled up their backs and stood their hairs on end. She was misunderstood and no one could learn to be her friend. That’s when the teacher smacked the ruler against the chalkboard to bring everyones attention back to him.
“Alright, class has begun! Settle down and pay attention.” He went on, but the girl was still in her corner, headphones in, mumbling to herself the very lyrics that save her.
I don’t know. I struggle. Doubt. I’m trying. Please be patient.
In the evening, I feel able to speak. I can express my thoughts very clearly. But, when morning strikes, the river of eloquence regresses to a trickling brook of mumbling.
Somehow, I feel both get the point across fairly well.
One conveys my opinion with the grace of a fairly adequate orator. The other bluntly grunts, “Back off. Not a morning person.” or, in layman’s terms, “Bakrrrr grrrr blunnrrrrgggh”.
The man walked across the street from us, mumbling. I was unsure as to whether he was following us, or if he was lost in his own little world. What was he mumbling about? My curiosity wasn’t going to be satisfied. I didn’t want to walk into what could be harm’s way. We continued onward, and when we turned down a side street, he did not follow.
I could only pause and sigh, grateful to not have the disconcerting presence following us. But curiosity still lingering, I glanced back over my shoulder.
i began mumblnig what i thought i would say but it never seems to work out that way. i had the script revised thrice over and still hadn’t settled on a close. did i want to end with a question mark or period? i wondered. i’m leaning toward the dash and it’s added mystique but nothing’s in stone yet.
Mummle mumble mumble. its so annoying, isn’t it, especially when you’re scolding somebody you really need to exercise your superiority over. Personally, i think its great when someone’s scolding ME
i’m losing my marbles
over your mumbling
in the house of our mother
where the light is murky
and the drapes an off-mauve
we gibber all morning
until we finally move.
It was the mumbling sound of one of the wounded women, that was trapped among the debris that alerted the firemen that other persons were trapped in the building.
Mumbling means to sit back, to groan, and to complain about things in your life that bother you. The tone of the mumbler is usually a low one, quiet with all the disappointed attitude that seep out of the mouth whilst speaking miserably. Mumbling was the favorite pass time of popular caricature Eeyore.
I mumble to myself all the time. Sometimes not even about anything in particular. It helps me organize my thoughts. When I see other people mumble to themselves I think that they are crazy. I also hate it when people mumble something to me and I have no idea what they said. It’s very frustrating.
I struggled to keep my tears from falling as I listened to her talk — though mumbling would have been more accurate. She was a lovely woman, with sharp features and a charismatic personality, although her skin showed evidences of having been long subjected to the hands of time.
“After that fire, that… dreadful tragedy, I lost everything — my job, my home, my husband… I lost hope.”
At that point, she stopped. Her blank stare told of how she reminisced that terrible moment, her eyes suddenly glistening with unshed tears. There was a moment of silence that seemed to stretch on between us as we cried together, me pitying the woman very strongly for the losses she had suffered, and her recalling what she had hidden so long in the depths of her mind and in the corners of her heart.
After a heavy sigh full of grief, she added more animatedly, “But amidst that darkness, I found light… You know, it is only when the night has conquered that you see the fireflies in their beauty.”
As my head was buried in my hands, I looked up at her just in time to see a serene look fall upon her face. Her eyes had closed and her lips curved into an eternal smile.
Reports about black duffel bags and pressure cookers-and us tough, tough, northeasterners. Turning off the tv and leaving the house, I hear the birds salute the rising sun. Even though it’s obscured by the gathering clouds, they still sing. Closing my eyes, I hear the cars go by and pretend they are waves, crashing on the shore, far, far away from where I am. My phone beeps and I hear about circuit boards and a see a little boy with a sign for peace. I can turn it off and walk away, but it will still be there when I return. “I am not far away, I am here,” I mumble to the wind.
I mumble through your hair
I mumble everywhere
In your ear
Near your Dear
In a race
In a case
As Long as your hear it I’ll mumble all over the place
thinking hard and trying to express it but not being able to. trying to be loud and shrinking into yourself when you realise that what you have to say, and maybe even you, aren’t important. trying to hard to stop mumbling but everything else comes out as a scream which frightens people even more
I like mumbling. I have no idea what does this word mean, and I have no time to search. I hate the Ipad’s corrector
Stop mumbling! Speak your mind! Speak it loud and clear! As long as it is truth, SPEAK it! Only what is in your heart is truth, and does not deserve to be mumbled. Mumbling equals uncertainy, SPEAK now and forever more.
if you don’t know what to say or aren’t confident enough, you start mumbling. This can result in no one understanding you. So try not to mumble!
Just say what you want. I can’t stand your mumbling. If you can’t say what you want then it can’t be that important and I am too busy to wait until you drop your hook.
I want to be a guy who can handle all your flaws, love you on your moody days, and kiss you when you don’t look great. Not just thinking about it, mumbling about it, or saying it. But actually doing it.
mumbling is saying something in a quite manner to urself or to the person next to you so that others cannot hear you. it can also be some kind of a comment during the discussion.
He was mumbling something in his sleep and flopping around which made it even more difficult for me to study. I hated studying in the room, but the library was closed and I needed to get the paper done.
He stood in front of her, mumbling and scratching his head and fiddling and just generally being nervous.
“Um, you were going to say something…?” She asked, trying to keep her curiosity – and patience – in check.
He mumbled something again and she sighed, finally losing her cool. She leaned in and his blush intensified.
“What were you going to say?” She asked him again, staring into his eyes. She was so close to his face.
He took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and placed his lips onto hers.
And that kiss said everything he mumbled out.
I sat there mumbling to myself. It wasn’t fair. Why would father have put me with aunt when he knew very well that I hated her? She was a cold lady who spoke so harshly of everyone. My aunt came back to the living room.
“Do you know what has happened to your father, Leonard?”
I shook my head.
“He has gone to a better place and won’t be returning,” said the lady dryly.
Gone where? Why hadn’t he taken me with him? Father wouldn’t have done that. I sat looking down at the floor, then looked back up at my aunt. She looked fairly displeased with me and I didn’t want to upset her by saying anything else.
era acolo si balbaia ceva cu un aer care se voia a fi detasat. radea zgomotos cand nu era cazul pentru ca asa asa era el, nesigur. se ascundea in spatele unei priviri cutremuratoare pe care aproape ca o credeai, iti intra cu japca pana dincolo
Mum bling.
The shiniest things I have ever seen.
what is that ? I don’t know, it has to be something, it should mean something, though I DON’T know what exactly it means. I am pathetic. I suppose. That’s all. Okay, I have some time left, what should I do ? Nobody knows. Me either. Hey, what happened ? It should have stopped a while ago. Why ? Just tell me why. Rock, Robot Rock. Touch bring it back.
You dumb, slow, thick- headed mumbling fool.
When your falling out it’s hard to speak what’s on your mind. Most of the time it just comes out in rambles. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sence, it’s rambling half dream half reality. Nobody would ever want to be like that. Imagine, just randomely shouting ” Its in the glove box” when your friend tells you He’s hungry. It’s embarasing but everyone just turnes thier head. The people i hang with have all been there before, and it’s nothing to be ashamed of. Not in my crowd at least.
“Everyone’s wrong about me.”
“I’m not useless.”
“I should’ve said no.”
“Why can’t I speak up?”
“I was right.”
“Why doesn’t anyone ever believe me?”
But all they’re mumbling was lost to the wind.
Stumbling apron words. Barely audible. Closed lips. Sarcastic comments slip through tight lips. Fumbling
Mumble something unimportant, possibly about peas. When the person asks what you said, shrug and brush them off saying “oh nothing it’s not important…” they’ll be livid. If you want them to get angry in an argument so you can win by staying calm, i suggest this mumble technique. However be careful…it’s not often wise to push someone into lividness…
mumbling mumbled words of mumbling groggy students with mumbling drooping faces with mumbling muddied eyes looking at mumbling teachers cheeks that have been so exposed to mumbling that they mumble and sag. “JUST STOP MUMBLING!” they scream silently.
mumble? what i mumble about? there’s no mumbling in my life if i have chosen the right thing. mumbling is for thinking people and people who do not know how to speak, so that they can have fun at least mumbling. mumbling is for grown up kids! oh well, if it doesn’t work… you can mumble up something. mumbling is the perfect weapon for making people uncomfortable.
when lots of words intertwine in a sort of chatter…
the rapper heres his opponent but he is simply mumbling..
Useless. If you have to say something, think about it for just the amount of time you need to say it right, and whether it would be good or not to do so, and if nothing’s wrong, SPEAK UP.
indistinct.
head down, embarrassed, trying hard to talk.
mumbled eggs: I haven’t ever seen them again.
whatever it was, it’s lost now.