What is a mystery
she ask herself
is it what you say to me
is it what that look
you have in your eyes everytime
you look at me
no?
no.
what is a mystery then?
because i can’t think of an
explanation
while you stand there and look at
me with your eyes wide
like that
i can’t. i can’t.
a mystery is something not solved. A mystery involves clues, and where to find them. If you have a mystery, it is unsolved. But with a mystery, there is a mastermind behind it. There always is.
She walked into the Serta mattress store (isn’t that always how it goes) and straight passed the product placement right up to my desk.
I knew she was looking for something by her red dress and heels, and legs that went straight up to her torso.
I put up my feet, and said, are these the leopard prints you’ve been searching for honey?
Strangely enough, they were.
Cased solved–and no Serta mattresses either.
a mysterious old man outside with a sign. He was a homeless man, but also disabled. He had no legs and im guessing he has a disorder. It really scares me when a unknown man walks up to me but yet i had a kind of heart to give the mysterious man 5 dollars.
Jake
what is a mystery
she ask herself
is it what you say to me
is it what that look
you have in your eyes everytime
you look at me
no?
no.
what is a mystery then?
because i can’t think of an
explanation
while you stand there and look at
me with your eyes wide
like that
i can’t
i can’t.
Iffath
I didn’t want to. I knew we had a mystery on our hands. The worst kind too. The kind were the victim was the pretty popular girl, and I, the ugly one, wasn’t even solving the mystery, I was just along for the ride.
sophie
It was a mystery. I hated mysteries. My best friend Carl loved them, but I hated them. They gave me the heeby jeebies, and the only reason I ever did read them was for school.
sophie
SHERLOCK HOLMES! Oh what information he uncovered by nearly a glance. If every detective was as efficient as he, the world would be clean. Thanks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
Your late, she said. He didn’t even know he was supposed to be somewhere. he walked inside, and she gave him a kiss. But you’re here, she whispered, that’s what’s important. She gave him a gun, and walked away. He looked at it, put it in his head, and shot. He was finally happy.
João
my mom asked me how i was losing so much weight since i was eating so much…
i said “it’s a mystery!”
i didn’t tell her i throw out all the food i eat when she’s not there.
i’m sorry mom.
—sad anorexic
scars
Mystery is a word that approximates the unknown- X. It is used to characterize any object- physical, metaphysical or etheral that is outside the realm of common knowledge and beliefs.
kxcama
It’s a complete mystery to me as to why people always have high expectations of one another. I realized long ago not to expect anything from anyone–even best friends. Everyone will eventually let you down at some point in a friendship. Foundations will crack, but people will still hold on to something long gone. I will never understand it. Let go. It’s what I did, and everything turned out for the better.
Its a dark place, there are shadows, and black holes and the unknown, we have no idea if its real or a lie, and no idea where to go. sometimes it scares us but it can be totally beautiful and we look for it and run from it and this is fine. we’re human. its what we are meant to do.
Az
Mystery is the word that often defines me..
I find mystery in every thing, even to people..
specially people..
it seems to me that every one wears a mask, or hides something from everyone
johann
It is not a mystery to me why things are the way they are. His frustration leaks into mine. I am hurting and I know he is too. I wonder when we might get over this abyss, the loneliness is killing me and all I want is his heart pounding on top of mine. I know that this may be to much to ask, but I need it, I want it and I deserve it…
Jennifer
into the unknown there is a myth of a mystery, something declared by past generations that will remain unsolved for many futures to come. be not afraid of the mystery–embrace it with joy because if you knew everything in life there would be no point in living it.
I was walking down the street, stuffing my hands into the pockets of an over-stuffed coat. Shadows lurked in every corner, and i quickened my pace, unsure of my fears. A sudden crash caused me to reach protectively for my phone, andy patted each pocket unsurely until I heard an eerie voice say “Looking for something?” I ran.
Alice
that kind of thing that dont let you see things cleary, with a kind of charm included. it is nice and almost like heaven when you discover something that is behindi t. shit, life is a mistery, and we dont know the cases for it, or even its most essencions, we just live it and try to know it
aby
The mystery didn’t lie in the unknown, but in the known. For he had a past, and so did she. They weren’t concerned with the future, with the unknown; they were concerned with the past, with the known. They desperately longed to be understood. They didn’t want to be a mystery.
life is such a mystery but I feel that we aren’t meant to figure it out as quickly as we would all like too. part of the beauty and joy of our world is found in the mysteries of it. the mystery is the journey that allows us to recognize the miracles in our life.
rachel kay
its a type of book and it makes you scared. suspense and tension. i see ghosts and this creepy spooky haunted house. its raining. theres a thunderstorm and two people are about to enter. there’s also nancy drew and her magnifying glass. and she’s wearing a yellow sweater and red hairband
Nicole
i love mystery movies and books these are the only book i can read about. i think of Halloween mysterious times and Halloween reminds me of child hood. there was one book that i still remember from childhood it was a book about ghosts.
kate
It’s a mystery why–after everything–he still cares about me. He still throws himself in the line of fire to keep my safe. He still stitches me up and lends me a coat and lets me sleep on long drives. It’s like a dream. A dream and a nightmare rolled into one.
Tragic times lead to dark nights, sleeping alone, damp pillow. Every bump a knock on the door? Every tone a phone call? Where has he gone?
qwyrxian
there was something mysterious about the way that he walked. what was it about him that she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with? otherwise he was a perfect decent man, but he had something about him. he was hiding something. a secret that he betrayed with his walk.
ruth townsend
its a very very secret thing in a world
you know nothing about it
but you love it
its mysterious
bellirious
we love mystery
you’ll never find out
its just a weird thing that you can call it mystery
I love it
nicole
One pystery for me is economics. And I’m not the only one to think that not many people on this planet have plummbed its deptsh. But I read a sentence one day which sums it up nicely “There’s no such thing as a free lunch”
jackie
once you go into the world bad things happen this is the story of Mary a single mother and how she died.
this word is just cool. It looks cool in most fonts, too. But it reminds me of religion for some reason. Huge crock, can’t believe people fall for that crap. Also reminds me of GOP candidates… holy shit what the fuck are we going to do next November? It’s not like any of the current ones have a chance against Obama, and how half of them got support is a mystery to me.
life is a mystery filled with mysterious twists and turns at every step, but the biggest mystery of all is how we somehow forget all the certainties of youth just when we need them most.
Vanessa Rogers
I think it’s harder once the mystery has gone, you actually have to try then. And even then you can’t force it or find you’re the only one putting any work in. Then there’s a moment when you pick up his socks and wonder what happened to you. Where did you go?
She could see the dragon trapped in the hunter’s contraption. She knew she should be scared to go any closer, so it felt like a mystery to her; like someone else was walking toward the animal, and she was just watching from far away.
Today, there are strange lines on your arm. Strangely straight lines on your arms. You don’t seem to be worried when I mention this to you, hell you act so blase about it.
How odd.
The real mystery is how you managed to draw such straight lines with a sharpie on your writing arm.
you can see some paths, but are unsure about which to take. You think you’re moving ahead, but in some ways, you may be going in the opposite direction. Illusions, dead-ends, unclear directions, misdirections, lack of directions; not trust, who to trust?
It was a mystery to Lia how she could walk freely around the village and nobody tried to stop her or force her back to the castle. She herself was a mystery. She wore dark clothing, her cloak wrapped around her slender body, hiding her gender. Her eyes were always down cast. People wondered who this person was, but nobody asked. The villagers minded their business.
What is a mystery
she ask herself
is it what you say to me
is it what that look
you have in your eyes everytime
you look at me
no?
no.
what is a mystery then?
because i can’t think of an
explanation
while you stand there and look at
me with your eyes wide
like that
i can’t. i can’t.
a mystery is something not solved. A mystery involves clues, and where to find them. If you have a mystery, it is unsolved. But with a mystery, there is a mastermind behind it. There always is.
She walked into the Serta mattress store (isn’t that always how it goes) and straight passed the product placement right up to my desk.
I knew she was looking for something by her red dress and heels, and legs that went straight up to her torso.
I put up my feet, and said, are these the leopard prints you’ve been searching for honey?
Strangely enough, they were.
Cased solved–and no Serta mattresses either.
a mysterious old man outside with a sign. He was a homeless man, but also disabled. He had no legs and im guessing he has a disorder. It really scares me when a unknown man walks up to me but yet i had a kind of heart to give the mysterious man 5 dollars.
what is a mystery
she ask herself
is it what you say to me
is it what that look
you have in your eyes everytime
you look at me
no?
no.
what is a mystery then?
because i can’t think of an
explanation
while you stand there and look at
me with your eyes wide
like that
i can’t
i can’t.
I didn’t want to. I knew we had a mystery on our hands. The worst kind too. The kind were the victim was the pretty popular girl, and I, the ugly one, wasn’t even solving the mystery, I was just along for the ride.
It was a mystery. I hated mysteries. My best friend Carl loved them, but I hated them. They gave me the heeby jeebies, and the only reason I ever did read them was for school.
SHERLOCK HOLMES! Oh what information he uncovered by nearly a glance. If every detective was as efficient as he, the world would be clean. Thanks Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.
It’s a complete mystery to me why the collective “we” have put up with the collective “them” for so long.
Your late, she said. He didn’t even know he was supposed to be somewhere. he walked inside, and she gave him a kiss. But you’re here, she whispered, that’s what’s important. She gave him a gun, and walked away. He looked at it, put it in his head, and shot. He was finally happy.
my mom asked me how i was losing so much weight since i was eating so much…
i said “it’s a mystery!”
i didn’t tell her i throw out all the food i eat when she’s not there.
i’m sorry mom.
—sad anorexic
Mystery is a word that approximates the unknown- X. It is used to characterize any object- physical, metaphysical or etheral that is outside the realm of common knowledge and beliefs.
It’s a complete mystery to me as to why people always have high expectations of one another. I realized long ago not to expect anything from anyone–even best friends. Everyone will eventually let you down at some point in a friendship. Foundations will crack, but people will still hold on to something long gone. I will never understand it. Let go. It’s what I did, and everything turned out for the better.
Its a dark place, there are shadows, and black holes and the unknown, we have no idea if its real or a lie, and no idea where to go. sometimes it scares us but it can be totally beautiful and we look for it and run from it and this is fine. we’re human. its what we are meant to do.
Mystery is the word that often defines me..
I find mystery in every thing, even to people..
specially people..
it seems to me that every one wears a mask, or hides something from everyone
It is not a mystery to me why things are the way they are. His frustration leaks into mine. I am hurting and I know he is too. I wonder when we might get over this abyss, the loneliness is killing me and all I want is his heart pounding on top of mine. I know that this may be to much to ask, but I need it, I want it and I deserve it…
into the unknown there is a myth of a mystery, something declared by past generations that will remain unsolved for many futures to come. be not afraid of the mystery–embrace it with joy because if you knew everything in life there would be no point in living it.
I was walking down the street, stuffing my hands into the pockets of an over-stuffed coat. Shadows lurked in every corner, and i quickened my pace, unsure of my fears. A sudden crash caused me to reach protectively for my phone, andy patted each pocket unsurely until I heard an eerie voice say “Looking for something?” I ran.
that kind of thing that dont let you see things cleary, with a kind of charm included. it is nice and almost like heaven when you discover something that is behindi t. shit, life is a mistery, and we dont know the cases for it, or even its most essencions, we just live it and try to know it
The mystery didn’t lie in the unknown, but in the known. For he had a past, and so did she. They weren’t concerned with the future, with the unknown; they were concerned with the past, with the known. They desperately longed to be understood. They didn’t want to be a mystery.
Everyone has one.
life is such a mystery but I feel that we aren’t meant to figure it out as quickly as we would all like too. part of the beauty and joy of our world is found in the mysteries of it. the mystery is the journey that allows us to recognize the miracles in our life.
its a type of book and it makes you scared. suspense and tension. i see ghosts and this creepy spooky haunted house. its raining. theres a thunderstorm and two people are about to enter. there’s also nancy drew and her magnifying glass. and she’s wearing a yellow sweater and red hairband
i love mystery movies and books these are the only book i can read about. i think of Halloween mysterious times and Halloween reminds me of child hood. there was one book that i still remember from childhood it was a book about ghosts.
It’s a mystery why–after everything–he still cares about me. He still throws himself in the line of fire to keep my safe. He still stitches me up and lends me a coat and lets me sleep on long drives. It’s like a dream. A dream and a nightmare rolled into one.
Tragic times lead to dark nights, sleeping alone, damp pillow. Every bump a knock on the door? Every tone a phone call? Where has he gone?
there was something mysterious about the way that he walked. what was it about him that she didn’t feel entirely comfortable with? otherwise he was a perfect decent man, but he had something about him. he was hiding something. a secret that he betrayed with his walk.
its a very very secret thing in a world
you know nothing about it
but you love it
its mysterious
bellirious
we love mystery
you’ll never find out
its just a weird thing that you can call it mystery
I love it
One pystery for me is economics. And I’m not the only one to think that not many people on this planet have plummbed its deptsh. But I read a sentence one day which sums it up nicely “There’s no such thing as a free lunch”
once you go into the world bad things happen this is the story of Mary a single mother and how she died.
One set of books come to mind: The Hardy Boys.
this word is just cool. It looks cool in most fonts, too. But it reminds me of religion for some reason. Huge crock, can’t believe people fall for that crap. Also reminds me of GOP candidates… holy shit what the fuck are we going to do next November? It’s not like any of the current ones have a chance against Obama, and how half of them got support is a mystery to me.
life is a mystery filled with mysterious twists and turns at every step, but the biggest mystery of all is how we somehow forget all the certainties of youth just when we need them most.
I think it’s harder once the mystery has gone, you actually have to try then. And even then you can’t force it or find you’re the only one putting any work in. Then there’s a moment when you pick up his socks and wonder what happened to you. Where did you go?
She could see the dragon trapped in the hunter’s contraption. She knew she should be scared to go any closer, so it felt like a mystery to her; like someone else was walking toward the animal, and she was just watching from far away.
Today, there are strange lines on your arm. Strangely straight lines on your arms. You don’t seem to be worried when I mention this to you, hell you act so blase about it.
How odd.
The real mystery is how you managed to draw such straight lines with a sharpie on your writing arm.
Mystery is Mystory.
you can see some paths, but are unsure about which to take. You think you’re moving ahead, but in some ways, you may be going in the opposite direction. Illusions, dead-ends, unclear directions, misdirections, lack of directions; not trust, who to trust?
The mystery of life is working out what that the questions are, and that there may be no answers
It was a mystery to Lia how she could walk freely around the village and nobody tried to stop her or force her back to the castle. She herself was a mystery. She wore dark clothing, her cloak wrapped around her slender body, hiding her gender. Her eyes were always down cast. People wondered who this person was, but nobody asked. The villagers minded their business.