i am often puzzled with peoples perceptions
is it truth or just deceptions?
i am often puzzled about the women in my life
are they here to love or cause me strife?
i am often puzzled just for fun
my time’s now up so the puzzling is done
marty
i don’t even feel it anymore surrounding me like a reckless flame of consciousness and then the spiders are all around trying to fight me like a graphed monkey uncle in a systematic train of thought
Nicholas
I’m puzzled as to why guys can’t accept beauty in other men. We’re all humans, all animals, all mysterious creations. Why can’t they acknowledge that wonder in men? I won’t question your sexuality. I urge men to put aside their pride and tell me what they really think.
Puzzled. Oh yeah, I’m puzzled. My step father doesn’t make any sense. I can’t use anyone’s computer but my own laptop, even to get on the internet and if I am to use my computer I can’t download anything myself, I have to get his approval. I’m 19 years old. He’s crazy. I don’t like him. Actually, he’s not half bad, I’m just frustrated because I hate being treated like a child after having lived on my own for a long time.
at how the world goes round and round and round. And we are just tiny, insignificant people on this world that goes round and round and round. Why are we here, some may ask? It leaves me puzzled.
Zoe
As he looked around, Gary realized that he could’nt see and could only feel concrete.
puzzled, he spent the next seven hours trying to figure a way out of the dark place.
Each hour brought a new idea that was sure to work, until he just gave up.
Then suddenly the lights turned on and he saw that he was in the middle of a street in a busy city,
so he stood up and walked on.
Most of the time im pretty puzzled about my life about the sex where im going what I should do. I think I know what I want but then it changes drastically I’ve been tryig to live super carefree and spontaneously but it seems as though that’s not such a good idea. I try taking risks.
brianne
I stared at the piece of paper my 6 year old daughter had handed, puzzled as to what the picture could possibly mean. It had something that somewhat resembled our house, a dog, a mommy and a daddy, and then a little boy in a riding lawn mower driving towards with guns all over the front of the vehicle.
“good job honey.” I told her.
She looked so proud, I didn’t know how to approach the question of why…in the picture there is no girl, just a boy on his way to kill the mom and dad that represented my wife and I.
She was just so confused; not knowing what to do with her life. all she knew was she was depressed. and nobody cared. the knife seemed like the only escape from this puzzling world she lived in. each day, she would pick it up and escape this judgemental world she had been forced into for a couple of minutes, finally feeling something..rather than the numbness that would consume her daily.
abby
There are a lot of times when I become puzzled. This is especially so when it comes to testing time. Like right now for instance, I’ve spent the last twelve hours studying Japanese. My brain is so fried. I’m completely puzzled as to how I’m actually going to survive this final that I’m about to take tomorrow morning. Yucky!
Timothy
I stood there, utterly puzzled. How on earth did this happen? What could ever make these things occur?
That was exactly what I didn’t know. I was determined to find out, however, so I went on a hunt. A hunt for the person who knew the answers.
There were so many angles to this story. He just didn’t know where to begin the research. Ah well , step by step, he had puzzled through it before and could do so once more.
sara
I always seem puzzled when it comes to math problems. I keep thinking I need to learn this because it’s the same everywhere you go.
I place the pieces one by one and the picture starts to emerge. It looks like a cross between a flower garden and a massacre. Not sure which. It is difficult to know what to do at times like these. Do you start with the edge or the middle?
Lisa
I don’t know what to think about when I stare at a rubiks cube. Colours and shapes and trying to fit it all together, but why? What is the point? I should really just throw it down and let it smash to a million pieces while the stickers and pieces of plastic bounce off of each other and sprinkle around the room. There! I’ll shout at it. Showed you.
Carla McGaharan
I was puzzled as I watched the scene unfold infront of me. What had he done wrong? He ia as free spirited as they come and the fact that she cannot see that proves how much they don’t belong together.
megan
Jimmy said that the bus would stop when the elephant had something to do. but nothing happened no one spoke. Everyone was silent watching the world. Puzzled, awed. No one knew what to do. How could they stop such madness happening in the street? How would they know. They’re only human.
Danielle Horowitz
When I look at you, I feel puzzled. Every pieces isn’t fitting together liked planned. We should be together. You should be with me. Not her. I’m in love with you. You idiot. I want you. I need you. But I can’t be your rebound. But still you leave me puzzled.
Faith
Puzzled was the man with the eyeball that could only see five minutes into the future, when it was the first Wednesday. This was the first day it didn’t work. What did it mean? An empty glass spun on the ta ble as the crease in his brow began to relax. “Freeedom? Do I dare?”
Dan Fraga
i am so as of now. i feel like i’m living a jugsaw puzzle, and that word is ironically perfect for how i’m feeling. a relationship is hard, especially ttrying to build one from a really good frieendship. College is sucha a drag, and i’m not even out of high school yet. I think that’s what they call pathetic.
Moll322
puzzled. my mind is a collection of gears buzzing and turning. when i try to stop it, the buzzing only gets louder. i try to let it pass and think of a happier time like when i saw that baby turtle in the clouds and when he leaves probably tasted like honey.
Katie
It’s an interesting word to think about. Puzzling even. It doesn’t lead to much from itself. Puzzling dilemmna that is. What to write about when nothing comes to mind, even though this counts i think. But what is this? I’m simply writing nothing. Well, technically it’s something about nothing. Strange. Bizarre. Puzzling even.
Mike
I don’t no. I can’t think. Its too hard for me to comprehend. I can’t spit. I can barely type. i just.. speak. Where are the minutes? The time anyone? Its almost up. I’m losing.. I’m going… Bye <3
Lexi
Lost in a see of unknown. We cannot see where we are going, because we dont even know where we are. How can anyone expect to live, or pursue any grand aspirations when we have no idea what they are.
RockStar
The puzzled look appeared on her face again. “What do you mean I can’t come with you? I have to. This is my right as a family member.” The man looked at her. “You will not come with us and that is final.” he roared. “I will come whether you like it or not. I am the reason you are all in this mess and I will be coming to fix it.” she snarled back, equally as angry. The man threw his hands up in the air and looked at her with a look mixed with anger, frustration and despair. “Fine. Come with us. Get yourself killed for all I care.” he muttered.
I felt puzzled by the sudden shift in weather. The heat from the day was still steaming the sidewalks. When the hail and rain came, I knew we were in for a crazy storm. The kind of storm that rips the lids off trailers and creates funnels of confusion. I stared out at the cows wondering if they were feeling the same uneasy in the pit of their stomach. I’d only heard about these kinds of storms, never lived through one.
m5062
Once long, long ago my mother had a best friend named Amy. Amy bought me a puzzle of New York. I was very young, and my attention span was short. Amy moved short after and I never saw her again. The puzzle still isn’t completed and never will be.
chloe
I am puzzled why we are not given answers to the most profound questions when we log into life. I mean why do we hurt each other so much, why are we so afraid, why am I even doing this? I’m puzzled about how I came about the way I did. Why am I like this? Why am I broken? Why can I not be happy? Why must I always be just a little bit unhappy? IT’s not cool. Why can’t I find a good therapist…
Karin
This stumble-upon makes me quite puzzled. Like, why did I get this site? Unlike any other site. And the word puzzled, it puzzles me to think about. There’s so much this one word could mean or imply; why is it describing someone who is puzzled? what are they puzzled about? Why are they puzzled? It puzzles me to think about it.
Lydia
well, I’m puzzled by the word. I’m not sure exactly what to write. I like the fact that it has two z’s, a letter that isn’t used very often! I like puzzles. When i think of this word, i think of a raised eyebrow.
Kelly
The waves crashed on shore, and the wind whipped her hair all around her. The lack of noise however puzzled her. She should be able to hear kids playing, people talking, the random girl screaming as she got in the water.
today , by mere incident i came across an inspiring video. it talked about a women in her younger years wanting nothing but to be prerry. at the end, shockingly she tells her daughter than she will never be merely prerry. she will be pretty intelligent , pretty creative , pretty amazing. but , never just prertty.
Janessa
I am puzzled about my life sometimes. Not today. Today I am twenty. I am fairly happy. My hair is wet. I become puzzled when I wonder about my future. How far will I get in my life? Will I fall in love? Will I have children? No, that is not a question. I will have children. I am not puzzled by that. I am puzzled by Angela and Nick sometimes. I am puzzled by my family sometimes, but not very much.
kate
i feel puzzled when people are mad at me. i just try to be myself. puzzled. like you’re jumbled up like a jigsaw. pussling circumstances. i wish i were in a puzzling circumstance becaus they seem exctiting. puzzling people have puzzling lives. puzzling lives are exctiting lives. i am boring.
Stephanie Turner
very confused, not know how to handle something
seven letter word starting with a p
would be a really good scrabble word
i’m puzzled aobut what else i should be writing right now
puzzledpuzzledpuzzled
puzzle
puzzles
hmm
Anna
fred likes to make puzzles and i wonder why
is it fun to put stuff together?
does he like the sense of accomplishment?
rbornn
i miss the little puzzle that i had when i lived in NC when i was a little girl. now i wish that life was as easy as that puzzle.
Lindsay
Janice loved puzzles, even as a child, but what ever could she do in face of a puzzle so grand as to puzzle the perfect puzzler? How cliche. No?
Neira
Oh, if YOU knew all the things i’m puzzled about. Life puzzles me and it puzzles me not knowing what i’m supposed to write and what I even mean, i’m puzzled when I say it out loud and try describing in this website how puzzled I am.
i am often puzzled with peoples perceptions
is it truth or just deceptions?
i am often puzzled about the women in my life
are they here to love or cause me strife?
i am often puzzled just for fun
my time’s now up so the puzzling is done
i don’t even feel it anymore surrounding me like a reckless flame of consciousness and then the spiders are all around trying to fight me like a graphed monkey uncle in a systematic train of thought
I’m puzzled as to why guys can’t accept beauty in other men. We’re all humans, all animals, all mysterious creations. Why can’t they acknowledge that wonder in men? I won’t question your sexuality. I urge men to put aside their pride and tell me what they really think.
how i feel after i think about my love life.
Puzzled. Oh yeah, I’m puzzled. My step father doesn’t make any sense. I can’t use anyone’s computer but my own laptop, even to get on the internet and if I am to use my computer I can’t download anything myself, I have to get his approval. I’m 19 years old. He’s crazy. I don’t like him. Actually, he’s not half bad, I’m just frustrated because I hate being treated like a child after having lived on my own for a long time.
at how the world goes round and round and round. And we are just tiny, insignificant people on this world that goes round and round and round. Why are we here, some may ask? It leaves me puzzled.
As he looked around, Gary realized that he could’nt see and could only feel concrete.
puzzled, he spent the next seven hours trying to figure a way out of the dark place.
Each hour brought a new idea that was sure to work, until he just gave up.
Then suddenly the lights turned on and he saw that he was in the middle of a street in a busy city,
so he stood up and walked on.
Most of the time im pretty puzzled about my life about the sex where im going what I should do. I think I know what I want but then it changes drastically I’ve been tryig to live super carefree and spontaneously but it seems as though that’s not such a good idea. I try taking risks.
I stared at the piece of paper my 6 year old daughter had handed, puzzled as to what the picture could possibly mean. It had something that somewhat resembled our house, a dog, a mommy and a daddy, and then a little boy in a riding lawn mower driving towards with guns all over the front of the vehicle.
“good job honey.” I told her.
She looked so proud, I didn’t know how to approach the question of why…in the picture there is no girl, just a boy on his way to kill the mom and dad that represented my wife and I.
She was just so confused; not knowing what to do with her life. all she knew was she was depressed. and nobody cared. the knife seemed like the only escape from this puzzling world she lived in. each day, she would pick it up and escape this judgemental world she had been forced into for a couple of minutes, finally feeling something..rather than the numbness that would consume her daily.
There are a lot of times when I become puzzled. This is especially so when it comes to testing time. Like right now for instance, I’ve spent the last twelve hours studying Japanese. My brain is so fried. I’m completely puzzled as to how I’m actually going to survive this final that I’m about to take tomorrow morning. Yucky!
I stood there, utterly puzzled. How on earth did this happen? What could ever make these things occur?
That was exactly what I didn’t know. I was determined to find out, however, so I went on a hunt. A hunt for the person who knew the answers.
There were so many angles to this story. He just didn’t know where to begin the research. Ah well , step by step, he had puzzled through it before and could do so once more.
I always seem puzzled when it comes to math problems. I keep thinking I need to learn this because it’s the same everywhere you go.
I place the pieces one by one and the picture starts to emerge. It looks like a cross between a flower garden and a massacre. Not sure which. It is difficult to know what to do at times like these. Do you start with the edge or the middle?
I don’t know what to think about when I stare at a rubiks cube. Colours and shapes and trying to fit it all together, but why? What is the point? I should really just throw it down and let it smash to a million pieces while the stickers and pieces of plastic bounce off of each other and sprinkle around the room. There! I’ll shout at it. Showed you.
I was puzzled as I watched the scene unfold infront of me. What had he done wrong? He ia as free spirited as they come and the fact that she cannot see that proves how much they don’t belong together.
Jimmy said that the bus would stop when the elephant had something to do. but nothing happened no one spoke. Everyone was silent watching the world. Puzzled, awed. No one knew what to do. How could they stop such madness happening in the street? How would they know. They’re only human.
When I look at you, I feel puzzled. Every pieces isn’t fitting together liked planned. We should be together. You should be with me. Not her. I’m in love with you. You idiot. I want you. I need you. But I can’t be your rebound. But still you leave me puzzled.
Puzzled was the man with the eyeball that could only see five minutes into the future, when it was the first Wednesday. This was the first day it didn’t work. What did it mean? An empty glass spun on the ta ble as the crease in his brow began to relax. “Freeedom? Do I dare?”
i am so as of now. i feel like i’m living a jugsaw puzzle, and that word is ironically perfect for how i’m feeling. a relationship is hard, especially ttrying to build one from a really good frieendship. College is sucha a drag, and i’m not even out of high school yet. I think that’s what they call pathetic.
puzzled. my mind is a collection of gears buzzing and turning. when i try to stop it, the buzzing only gets louder. i try to let it pass and think of a happier time like when i saw that baby turtle in the clouds and when he leaves probably tasted like honey.
It’s an interesting word to think about. Puzzling even. It doesn’t lead to much from itself. Puzzling dilemmna that is. What to write about when nothing comes to mind, even though this counts i think. But what is this? I’m simply writing nothing. Well, technically it’s something about nothing. Strange. Bizarre. Puzzling even.
I don’t no. I can’t think. Its too hard for me to comprehend. I can’t spit. I can barely type. i just.. speak. Where are the minutes? The time anyone? Its almost up. I’m losing.. I’m going… Bye <3
Lost in a see of unknown. We cannot see where we are going, because we dont even know where we are. How can anyone expect to live, or pursue any grand aspirations when we have no idea what they are.
The puzzled look appeared on her face again. “What do you mean I can’t come with you? I have to. This is my right as a family member.” The man looked at her. “You will not come with us and that is final.” he roared. “I will come whether you like it or not. I am the reason you are all in this mess and I will be coming to fix it.” she snarled back, equally as angry. The man threw his hands up in the air and looked at her with a look mixed with anger, frustration and despair. “Fine. Come with us. Get yourself killed for all I care.” he muttered.
I felt puzzled by the sudden shift in weather. The heat from the day was still steaming the sidewalks. When the hail and rain came, I knew we were in for a crazy storm. The kind of storm that rips the lids off trailers and creates funnels of confusion. I stared out at the cows wondering if they were feeling the same uneasy in the pit of their stomach. I’d only heard about these kinds of storms, never lived through one.
Once long, long ago my mother had a best friend named Amy. Amy bought me a puzzle of New York. I was very young, and my attention span was short. Amy moved short after and I never saw her again. The puzzle still isn’t completed and never will be.
I am puzzled why we are not given answers to the most profound questions when we log into life. I mean why do we hurt each other so much, why are we so afraid, why am I even doing this? I’m puzzled about how I came about the way I did. Why am I like this? Why am I broken? Why can I not be happy? Why must I always be just a little bit unhappy? IT’s not cool. Why can’t I find a good therapist…
This stumble-upon makes me quite puzzled. Like, why did I get this site? Unlike any other site. And the word puzzled, it puzzles me to think about. There’s so much this one word could mean or imply; why is it describing someone who is puzzled? what are they puzzled about? Why are they puzzled? It puzzles me to think about it.
well, I’m puzzled by the word. I’m not sure exactly what to write. I like the fact that it has two z’s, a letter that isn’t used very often! I like puzzles. When i think of this word, i think of a raised eyebrow.
The waves crashed on shore, and the wind whipped her hair all around her. The lack of noise however puzzled her. She should be able to hear kids playing, people talking, the random girl screaming as she got in the water.
today , by mere incident i came across an inspiring video. it talked about a women in her younger years wanting nothing but to be prerry. at the end, shockingly she tells her daughter than she will never be merely prerry. she will be pretty intelligent , pretty creative , pretty amazing. but , never just prertty.
I am puzzled about my life sometimes. Not today. Today I am twenty. I am fairly happy. My hair is wet. I become puzzled when I wonder about my future. How far will I get in my life? Will I fall in love? Will I have children? No, that is not a question. I will have children. I am not puzzled by that. I am puzzled by Angela and Nick sometimes. I am puzzled by my family sometimes, but not very much.
i feel puzzled when people are mad at me. i just try to be myself. puzzled. like you’re jumbled up like a jigsaw. pussling circumstances. i wish i were in a puzzling circumstance becaus they seem exctiting. puzzling people have puzzling lives. puzzling lives are exctiting lives. i am boring.
very confused, not know how to handle something
seven letter word starting with a p
would be a really good scrabble word
i’m puzzled aobut what else i should be writing right now
puzzledpuzzledpuzzled
puzzle
puzzles
hmm
fred likes to make puzzles and i wonder why
is it fun to put stuff together?
does he like the sense of accomplishment?
i miss the little puzzle that i had when i lived in NC when i was a little girl. now i wish that life was as easy as that puzzle.
Janice loved puzzles, even as a child, but what ever could she do in face of a puzzle so grand as to puzzle the perfect puzzler? How cliche. No?
Oh, if YOU knew all the things i’m puzzled about. Life puzzles me and it puzzles me not knowing what i’m supposed to write and what I even mean, i’m puzzled when I say it out loud and try describing in this website how puzzled I am.