there are a mysterious thing happening in my life and I it’s been a problem for me. I do not know how to solve this problem.
Juliana
He was bold, yet mysterious. Everything anyone could ask for. He was odd and quirky and someone I needed to know better. The only problem was, I had no way to talk to him. An old man, sitting alone on the street yelling at the pigeons under the train tracks doesn’t seem safe for a 14 year old girl, does it? But yet I was left to wonder, staring at the gleam in his eyes every time I passed by while riding in my mom’s car. I couldn’t help but yearn to know his story, his past, it was the only thing on my mind some days. I know it’s odd, but I guess it’s just who I am.
Jolie
I looked at the open door mysteriously, “Why would it be hanging open like that?” I thought to myself.
I thought I placed it in my bike bag. I searched them and then around the house, wondering if I could have taken them out with my remembering. I shrugged. I must have left it at the store, and decided since I know the store owner, I told myself to go back there the next day. However, the following day, I was putting the bag of things I bring to work in the bike bag, and there it was. Very mysterious – I don’t see how I could have missed it the day before.
The house looked at them from down the valley. It peered upwards at them from underneath its verandah like a mouse pretending not to be seen, and they looked right back, wondering at what riches lay inside.
Whenever I look at the moon I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not the kind of satisfaction that means “oh, I’m happy the moon is where it should be, that’s nice.” No, it’s more of a “man, the moon looks sexy tonight. I’d tap the moon if it were a living being. Shit, it’s just so. fucking. beautiful. UNF!”
Your life,
the one you gave away
the one you thought that wasn’t good enough for you.
Isn’t it strange that you are here, that no one even noticed
What a mystery it was.
What a mystery you are.
Hannah
How can you be so mysterious to me? Though, we have been together for years. Though, I think I have seen all your ups and downs. I still see you everyday, I know your every story. Yet, I still feel that there’s more to explore within you. It’s a challenge that makes my blood flow. It makes me want you more. Yes, you will always be a mystery to me.
Felicity
Mysterious love
Purple potion in eyes by
Robin Goodfellow
-HaikaiMann!
HaikaiMann
Mysterious conjurs a picture first – a person, man or woman, doesn’t matter she is wearing shades, smoking a cigarette, and watching something or someone intensely ~ though they don’t realize they are being studied. There is an air of knowing more than they are letting on, more so than being guilty or hiding with good reason.
It is apparent that the mysterious one is seeking information of some kind – though likely not academic. More emotional knowledge than anything ~ what her subject wants or needs. If “discovered” she is merely curious, and would easily “talk her way out”
I have a mysterious illness, everyone thinks that they understand it – they TELL me how to manage it and even go so far as to tell me that what i am feeling or how I am managing it is wrong – my mysterious illness is Anxiety!
Sarah
The hippo in my dam is mysterious and fat.
Simmies
mystery, while exciting, has its limits. they aren’t allowed to tell you what is really going on. it is up to you to figure it out. that is where it draws its abstraction from.
Rouge
I didn’t understand what I was doing. He… Well, his look was mysterious. And I didn’t get it. I wanted to talk to him about so many things and since I didn’t have he chance to, I felt terrible.
Her mysterious gaze poisoned his mind the first time their eyes met. At that very moment he knew how deep in shit he was, for he started to realize he had been developing feelings for her for a long time
God’s ways are mysterious. Sometimes things don’t make sense. We pray and nothing happens, or something weird or unpleasant happens. But He has a plan. If we knew the plan we’d probably screw it up. Let Him be mysterious. He’s good at it.
Kimmy
“It was mysterious, I tell you. One second she was there, talking to me and then . . . ”
“What? What happened?”
“I turned, even as she was still talking, and she had vanished.”
Jenny Yacovissi
One mysterious night, dogs were running down the stairs into the garage when they fell into a skeleton that just got back from the graveyard. The skeleton then yelled at them and they all died.
Ricky Brooks
He was mysterious. He stayed in the background mostly, and very few knew his name. He was okay with that though. They would all know him one day. They’ll see his name on TV, in magazines. Until then, he would wait for it.
Subtle. Something barely visible. It leaves a sense of wonder. It captivates you. You can taste it, barely. On the tip of your tongue. It’s waiting. You senses want to be overwhelmed. Are they ready? Are you dreaming? Leave yourself. Drift. Wonder. Love the sense of uncertainty. Embrace the cool caress of new awe. The butterflies. Serenity. A million nights, wandering, and searching. Reaching forward. Falling. Feel the rush?.
Lea Horne
It was cold and dark, with shadows everywhere. The trees were hidden. The doors were closed, and the windows creaked. The curtains ruffled quietly, almost imperceptibly. My footsteps were like little drums on the hard floors- boom, boom, boom, boom. I stepped up the door- and caught my breath.
Hannah A. Krynicki
She sat at the back table in the cafe, and stared at him. She had never seen him before, but his dark brown eyes instantly pulled her in. At once, she knew she had to get to know him. It was as if the world meant for them to meet, she had never seen someone so intriguing or mysterious.
Rhianna
it was a dark and stormy night, but suddenly the skys cleared and mysterious calm fell over the world. Claire turned to her long time
Shanke
she was the most mysterious being he’d yet to meet, and she knew it too, probably — simply did not put much thought into it. cared, yes; ponder it, grow it, nurture it, not quite. he had to smile. he simply had to: when he remembered her fingers trailing paths and dances upon instruments of woods and metal carcasses, he recognized something in her — a song or a soul, whichever felt closest to his own heart.
My thoughts are mysterious even to me. I don’t understand why I see things the way I do. Mother says it’s a gift, I think it’s a burden too heavy for one so young to carry.
Avee
A cloaked figure manifested in the doorway. It beckoned to me, a hollow gesture that appeared more ceremonial than meaningful. My feet moved, one staccato step following another, until I reached the inky darkness it occupied. It drew back its hood, slowly, smoothly.
I found very little surprise, but equally little solace, in the fact that my mysterious figure was Death itself.
Evie
A cloaked figure manifested in the doorway. It beckoned to me, a hollow gesture that appeared more ceremonial than meaningful. My feet moved, one staccato step following another, until I reached the inky darkness it occupied. It drew back its hood, slowly, smoothly.
I found little surprise, but equally little solace, in the fact that my mysterious figure was Death itself.
Evie
mysterious ways that she moved and everytime he thought that he had her sussed off she moved again, much to his annoyance, much to his sadness as it seemed he could never quite nail her down, never quite have her for she was always to move, to move off, to move in mysterious ways.
Steve O
The air was filled with uncertainty as she looked down both ends of the winding street. “Maybe this is always how 2am feels outside when you are drunk…”
She didn’t have any frame of reference, of course, but she was willing to form this as a temporary hypothesis. She took one small step that ended up being one large step and started towards the general direction of home.
It’s what you always have wanted to be. That woman sitting in the airport, perfectly dressed, wearing the best clothes, looking as though she’s traveled everywhere on the planet with every kind of man. Never anyone permanent; just someone to be with to look at great walls and falling walls and pink beaches and tan Europeans with too much money and not enough company. You’ve always wanted people to look at you and wonder about you; where you come from, who your type is, why you’re alone, if you’re alone and would you mind not being alone for a few hours or weeks or months. Never more than that. How fun would it be, to you the mysterious one?
rubylubh
The gem was of a mysterious blue color. So deep, it could have been purple, but too dark in the shop for her to tell.
“I’ll offer you 40 pieces.”
“At least 60.”
“45, you thief.”
“Done.”
A look. The way he ends his sentences. A spark in his eyes, it’s something, but I cant tell what. It crawls under my skin, tickles my fantasy, mysterious really is the way to be. Live in someting, a space, a place where words admit to their defeat. All is left is a feeling, a sweet taste of misery.
macha
Life is always mysterious. Why are we alive? What’s the point? We will probably never find out. Life is probably something you can enjoy and then let it all go in the end.
I lurk
Perched
Surge forward into shadow
Back out of the light I am moss on the rock
I am lichen on the bark
I am not subtle
I am not loud
I sneak
Leak
Seep into the mind’s crevices like the oil in the muck
“Goodness!” squeaked Mrs. Tawdry, wobbling on her too high heels, her little terrier oddly silent as it leaned against her ankle. “That house on the hill sure is mysterious, isn’t it?”
I smiled and shook my head. Bowser, my adorable boxer, lay at my feet. “No, ma’am,” I replied. “In fact, that house happens to be owned by my uncle. Wonderful man. Collects gems.”
“Mysterious gems?”
“No, not exactly.”
Belinda Roddie
Mysterious waves crash into the night. Calm and collected we stared off into the night where no one bothered us.
Breana
When I walked through the hallway, I saw a mysterious figure coming my way. It walked toward me as if it knew me but I was scared and intimidated by it. I didn’t have any other option but to run. I turned back to see if it was still following me, but I could see a thing. That night I will never forget. I still feel it to this day.
Breana
The darkness surrounds us, the sound of the waves, gently breaking on the shore, mysterious and romantic, just the two of us.
Mysterious Ways was playing on the radio. Something about the beat and Bono’s wailing made it the perfect song for driving down a rainy street at three in the morning. The chill from the air outside was barely kept at bay by the shitty heater in my junky car, while the chill from the events of the night so far would take far longer to melt away.
A mysterious sound came from the attic. When she went to check it out, a giant snake attacked her. It was poisonous. She died. THE END…..
there are a mysterious thing happening in my life and I it’s been a problem for me. I do not know how to solve this problem.
He was bold, yet mysterious. Everything anyone could ask for. He was odd and quirky and someone I needed to know better. The only problem was, I had no way to talk to him. An old man, sitting alone on the street yelling at the pigeons under the train tracks doesn’t seem safe for a 14 year old girl, does it? But yet I was left to wonder, staring at the gleam in his eyes every time I passed by while riding in my mom’s car. I couldn’t help but yearn to know his story, his past, it was the only thing on my mind some days. I know it’s odd, but I guess it’s just who I am.
I looked at the open door mysteriously, “Why would it be hanging open like that?” I thought to myself.
I thought I placed it in my bike bag. I searched them and then around the house, wondering if I could have taken them out with my remembering. I shrugged. I must have left it at the store, and decided since I know the store owner, I told myself to go back there the next day. However, the following day, I was putting the bag of things I bring to work in the bike bag, and there it was. Very mysterious – I don’t see how I could have missed it the day before.
The house looked at them from down the valley. It peered upwards at them from underneath its verandah like a mouse pretending not to be seen, and they looked right back, wondering at what riches lay inside.
Whenever I look at the moon I can’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Not the kind of satisfaction that means “oh, I’m happy the moon is where it should be, that’s nice.” No, it’s more of a “man, the moon looks sexy tonight. I’d tap the moon if it were a living being. Shit, it’s just so. fucking. beautiful. UNF!”
Now isn’t that mysterious.
Your life,
the one you gave away
the one you thought that wasn’t good enough for you.
Isn’t it strange that you are here, that no one even noticed
What a mystery it was.
What a mystery you are.
How can you be so mysterious to me? Though, we have been together for years. Though, I think I have seen all your ups and downs. I still see you everyday, I know your every story. Yet, I still feel that there’s more to explore within you. It’s a challenge that makes my blood flow. It makes me want you more. Yes, you will always be a mystery to me.
Mysterious love
Purple potion in eyes by
Robin Goodfellow
-HaikaiMann!
Mysterious conjurs a picture first – a person, man or woman, doesn’t matter she is wearing shades, smoking a cigarette, and watching something or someone intensely ~ though they don’t realize they are being studied. There is an air of knowing more than they are letting on, more so than being guilty or hiding with good reason.
It is apparent that the mysterious one is seeking information of some kind – though likely not academic. More emotional knowledge than anything ~ what her subject wants or needs. If “discovered” she is merely curious, and would easily “talk her way out”
I have a mysterious illness, everyone thinks that they understand it – they TELL me how to manage it and even go so far as to tell me that what i am feeling or how I am managing it is wrong – my mysterious illness is Anxiety!
The hippo in my dam is mysterious and fat.
mystery, while exciting, has its limits. they aren’t allowed to tell you what is really going on. it is up to you to figure it out. that is where it draws its abstraction from.
I didn’t understand what I was doing. He… Well, his look was mysterious. And I didn’t get it. I wanted to talk to him about so many things and since I didn’t have he chance to, I felt terrible.
Her mysterious gaze poisoned his mind the first time their eyes met. At that very moment he knew how deep in shit he was, for he started to realize he had been developing feelings for her for a long time
God’s ways are mysterious. Sometimes things don’t make sense. We pray and nothing happens, or something weird or unpleasant happens. But He has a plan. If we knew the plan we’d probably screw it up. Let Him be mysterious. He’s good at it.
“It was mysterious, I tell you. One second she was there, talking to me and then . . . ”
“What? What happened?”
“I turned, even as she was still talking, and she had vanished.”
One mysterious night, dogs were running down the stairs into the garage when they fell into a skeleton that just got back from the graveyard. The skeleton then yelled at them and they all died.
He was mysterious. He stayed in the background mostly, and very few knew his name. He was okay with that though. They would all know him one day. They’ll see his name on TV, in magazines. Until then, he would wait for it.
Subtle. Something barely visible. It leaves a sense of wonder. It captivates you. You can taste it, barely. On the tip of your tongue. It’s waiting. You senses want to be overwhelmed. Are they ready? Are you dreaming? Leave yourself. Drift. Wonder. Love the sense of uncertainty. Embrace the cool caress of new awe. The butterflies. Serenity. A million nights, wandering, and searching. Reaching forward. Falling. Feel the rush?.
It was cold and dark, with shadows everywhere. The trees were hidden. The doors were closed, and the windows creaked. The curtains ruffled quietly, almost imperceptibly. My footsteps were like little drums on the hard floors- boom, boom, boom, boom. I stepped up the door- and caught my breath.
She sat at the back table in the cafe, and stared at him. She had never seen him before, but his dark brown eyes instantly pulled her in. At once, she knew she had to get to know him. It was as if the world meant for them to meet, she had never seen someone so intriguing or mysterious.
it was a dark and stormy night, but suddenly the skys cleared and mysterious calm fell over the world. Claire turned to her long time
she was the most mysterious being he’d yet to meet, and she knew it too, probably — simply did not put much thought into it. cared, yes; ponder it, grow it, nurture it, not quite. he had to smile. he simply had to: when he remembered her fingers trailing paths and dances upon instruments of woods and metal carcasses, he recognized something in her — a song or a soul, whichever felt closest to his own heart.
My thoughts are mysterious even to me. I don’t understand why I see things the way I do. Mother says it’s a gift, I think it’s a burden too heavy for one so young to carry.
A cloaked figure manifested in the doorway. It beckoned to me, a hollow gesture that appeared more ceremonial than meaningful. My feet moved, one staccato step following another, until I reached the inky darkness it occupied. It drew back its hood, slowly, smoothly.
I found very little surprise, but equally little solace, in the fact that my mysterious figure was Death itself.
A cloaked figure manifested in the doorway. It beckoned to me, a hollow gesture that appeared more ceremonial than meaningful. My feet moved, one staccato step following another, until I reached the inky darkness it occupied. It drew back its hood, slowly, smoothly.
I found little surprise, but equally little solace, in the fact that my mysterious figure was Death itself.
mysterious ways that she moved and everytime he thought that he had her sussed off she moved again, much to his annoyance, much to his sadness as it seemed he could never quite nail her down, never quite have her for she was always to move, to move off, to move in mysterious ways.
The air was filled with uncertainty as she looked down both ends of the winding street. “Maybe this is always how 2am feels outside when you are drunk…”
She didn’t have any frame of reference, of course, but she was willing to form this as a temporary hypothesis. She took one small step that ended up being one large step and started towards the general direction of home.
It’s what you always have wanted to be. That woman sitting in the airport, perfectly dressed, wearing the best clothes, looking as though she’s traveled everywhere on the planet with every kind of man. Never anyone permanent; just someone to be with to look at great walls and falling walls and pink beaches and tan Europeans with too much money and not enough company. You’ve always wanted people to look at you and wonder about you; where you come from, who your type is, why you’re alone, if you’re alone and would you mind not being alone for a few hours or weeks or months. Never more than that. How fun would it be, to you the mysterious one?
The gem was of a mysterious blue color. So deep, it could have been purple, but too dark in the shop for her to tell.
“I’ll offer you 40 pieces.”
“At least 60.”
“45, you thief.”
“Done.”
A look. The way he ends his sentences. A spark in his eyes, it’s something, but I cant tell what. It crawls under my skin, tickles my fantasy, mysterious really is the way to be. Live in someting, a space, a place where words admit to their defeat. All is left is a feeling, a sweet taste of misery.
Life is always mysterious. Why are we alive? What’s the point? We will probably never find out. Life is probably something you can enjoy and then let it all go in the end.
I lurk
Perched
Surge forward into shadow
Back out of the light I am moss on the rock
I am lichen on the bark
I am not subtle
I am not loud
I sneak
Leak
Seep into the mind’s crevices like the oil in the muck
“Goodness!” squeaked Mrs. Tawdry, wobbling on her too high heels, her little terrier oddly silent as it leaned against her ankle. “That house on the hill sure is mysterious, isn’t it?”
I smiled and shook my head. Bowser, my adorable boxer, lay at my feet. “No, ma’am,” I replied. “In fact, that house happens to be owned by my uncle. Wonderful man. Collects gems.”
“Mysterious gems?”
“No, not exactly.”
Mysterious waves crash into the night. Calm and collected we stared off into the night where no one bothered us.
When I walked through the hallway, I saw a mysterious figure coming my way. It walked toward me as if it knew me but I was scared and intimidated by it. I didn’t have any other option but to run. I turned back to see if it was still following me, but I could see a thing. That night I will never forget. I still feel it to this day.
The darkness surrounds us, the sound of the waves, gently breaking on the shore, mysterious and romantic, just the two of us.
Mysterious Ways was playing on the radio. Something about the beat and Bono’s wailing made it the perfect song for driving down a rainy street at three in the morning. The chill from the air outside was barely kept at bay by the shitty heater in my junky car, while the chill from the events of the night so far would take far longer to melt away.