The thought of you with someone else is unbearable. Why did you think I was rude? sad? helpless? I did not cheat on you.
Emma
yeah right. as if anyone has ever thought to write about thoughts … then again all writers think about what they’ve thought … do they not? dunno, doesn’t make much sense to me. oh well. Hey! i get a second chance! Infinite chances to write about thoughts! could not someone simply copy and paste what ever they thought would fit? dunno … oh well.
bobby joe McSeedling
It’s a little bit too freaky at this time of day to be paying attention, serious attention, to any thoughts that pop up in your mind.
So go to sleep now. And when you wake up, horrified, convince yourself that it was all only a dream, a dream; only a dream that belonged to yesterday.
Myona
Thinking. the worlds most awesome function. but what is it that we should all think about, is it love and success, happiness? thats not what I think about, well atleast not all the time. I think about what others are thinking about.. or atleast I want to know.. And thats what gets me the most, not knowing. The thought of not knowing. maybe thats my worst fear. Im just rambling now, like a babbling brook..
Thinking. the worlds most awesome function. but what is it that we should all think about, is it love and success, happiness? thats not what I think about, well atleast not all the time. I think about what others are thinking about.. or atleast I want to know..
Orion doesn’t care about Cassiopeia. Hell, Orion doesn’t even care about Orion, with his lonely stars scattered across vast space, and only my mind to make the pattern.
i hate this, but i love it at the same time. makes me think, in a good way. when youre put on the spot youre lovelyest thoughts come out, or your darkest, and you stop caring about petty things like gramar and spelling. see. you care about frontal things, like sex and world domintation.
Taylin
wondering inside my mind… wondering what i’ll find…. thoughts lingering
and it came into my head before then was even considered. And I knew that the liquid intoxication would spill through my bones and into my words showing immediately that I had just got home and was drunk.
I thought I would spend the day for me, chilling out and recuperating, but that is not what the world had planned. Every thing that could go wrong did and I was called upon to fix, just like the old day. wonder what they’ll do when I’m gone?
Sheila Good
It never crossed my mind that this one thing could haunt me. It is more than being done. It is an act of forgetting something entirely. To never have another thought about it. The thoughts are gone and replaced with something beautiful and new.
Every single second of the day there is some thought running through my head. I would not be able to explain where they start and where they end up, how my mind jumps through topics. Its a little annoying not to be able to free your brain at any time and to have to keep thinking all the time.
Rashmi Kamath
I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was in control. But that changed. It changed with the drugs and the alcohol and it changed my life; all because of something I thought. I thought I could hide it, or use it to my advantage. i thought it would make it better.
I thought wrong.
Faith
I thought that the world would be a different place than it is. I thought that people would be more truthful and honest, more kind and less greedy, but the world is a place full of dishonesty and hate. People grab for the top, but fail to realize that the top is closer to where they are. They fail to realize the greatness in their current life and only see what they don’t have as motivators.
Micaela
thought, somthing i do every day. i think when im alon i think when im with friends thinking is what keeps us going so think away think your thoughts out and be happy
Emanuel Medina
There was a boy named Todd. He wasn’t sure what to say to his friends about anything, but he thought and he thought.. And while thinking, it occurred to him that the most important thing he did was that: think. His thought was intense, and deep, and sometimes it was irrelevant and pointless. But he still thought about everything.
Amber
I thought you were my father. But you were not, Odin Allfather. Indeed, you were simply a fool and an old man. And Thor. HA. Thor, my “Brother” has betrayed me after all I’ve done for him. He has no respect for me at all. I will die before I forgive him.
Loki of Asgard
thinking making words. word vomit. I only like thinking on my own terms but sometimes i think tooo much! yes meditation doesn’t work for me at all. i need to think about something even if it is pink elephants. my mind is not allowed to go blank; that’s scary shit
nik
thought puddle. think thunk thought. dream endlessly, so pretty.
patience, patience dear little nun, ignore the thunder and black clouds.
we will go biking soon enough.
peace.
cc
I think that I thought that you thought that I think
That her thoughts and his thoughts aren’t quite what we think
But I’m thinking that thinking those thoughts that one thinks
Makes thinking a thought much thought provoking than this
And what do I think of the thoughts that you thought?
Of my thoughts and his thoughts and her thoughts and ours
I think that we ought to think the things that we think
And think those things thinkingly thinking of things
Nothing makes sense any more
any more
Nothing makes sense any more.
well there’s a lot of thoughts. I suppose we all think our thoughts are right. Maybe not. Maybe we think they’re wrong. What do you think? I think I am getting way over my head. My thoughts? Merely an illusion. What’s true? What’s going on right now, in the present?
Chelsea
Thoughts… where do they begin, where do they end? And what is everything in the middle? Jumbled images of passing cars, bicycles, rough sand on the pads of my feet. Your face, red toenails, rusty metal nails. Love. Hatred.
VermillionButtons
I already wrote about this. It wasn’t great. Then I took some instructions wrong, and here I am again. The last one is worse than this one, at least I think so. See, so much thinking. I think therefore I overthink.
Also, puppies. I really like puppies. The world should have more cute puppies and people who will adopt them.
Aaron
A struggle; a battle with myself: What do I want? What do I love? Is my mind my friend. I’m not sure. Is my mind home? Because I don’t feel comfortable here. And once again the migrane comes. What I thought I wanted….
Ivory
It happened as I was sitting right here on this very spot. I was staring at nothing in particular — nothing at all, really — when it occurred to me:
“I’m here. I’m really here, and this isn’t just a figment of my imagination.”
But now that it’s nothing more than a mere memory, a thought among many others, I wish that it was real once more.
one thought. That’s all it starts with. A single, half-formed creature. transient, peaceful, unfinished. Enough to change everything. Enough to stop the world for an instant and make you think.
Jo
It goes through my head like a plague I feel as though my entire brain is about to explode, but yet…. it’s not…. My brain dulls the feeling of its true power and its true beauty. I am overcome with the joy of not knowing,overcome with tearful mercy that I have concluded this solution and problem in my head…. pure thought…
BLAH BLAH BLAH
i just did this one. is this not a game? Gosh i’m confused now. oh welllll anyways ya’ll should check out my blog(: adognamedtucker.blogspot.com yayay okay bye now.
Rachel
i am thinking right now. Um idk what i’m supposed to do know. maybe if i was creative i could be better about this but i’m not. oh well. anyways. thoughts are cool ya know. what if we could read other peoples thoughts. i’m pretty sure everyone would hate each other.
Rachel
i thought i was smart
i thought i was liked, loved
i thought i was in control
Words fell from the cliffs of my mind on to the tips of my tongue as things I couldn’t hide. They fell and fell and tumbled down until they hit the grace of your ears and placed their own in your mind and you thought just like I did and we fell just like the words did and hit the grace of your bed and we mirrored our minds like perfect symmetry.
Noelle
food for thought is not food at all
rather a way to see the world around
a way to feel the emotions that escape
that tend to linger but cannot be placed
food for thought has no taste, but is strong
strong and painful and warm
st
a little hard to pin down. no matter what a circular spiral are there other kinds of spirals? something to think about. a word for everything but it still might not work just right, might not all fall into place, might not end up the way the mind could capture it with less thought.
serena
WTH’s consciousness? How are we, mere balls of matter and mass, thinking?
tiffiLoves
I think therefore I am. We all need to think more. Seems like people just move around on autopilot. Damn it folks – start thinking.
TomL
I don’t know what I thought. Maybe he was right; maybe he wasn’t, but I was going to make damn sure to prove him wrong.
Thinking is complicated. You either over think something or don’t think about it enough. But how much thinking is enough? It gives you headaches. So why do we do it anyway? Some say it’s just logical. But who knows?
Sam
don’t give up, ever, not ever… don’t say never… not ever… don’t give up… make it a reality… keep going in the face of storms and upheavals… keep going… it can be done… too much energy at stake to give up and regret… keep going…
J’ai trop de tristes pensées is one of my favourite song lines. Because it seems to express how you never know if you think yourself crazy, or if you go crazy, and can’t stop thinking about it. I think I probably fall in the first category.
The thought of you with someone else is unbearable. Why did you think I was rude? sad? helpless? I did not cheat on you.
yeah right. as if anyone has ever thought to write about thoughts … then again all writers think about what they’ve thought … do they not? dunno, doesn’t make much sense to me. oh well. Hey! i get a second chance! Infinite chances to write about thoughts! could not someone simply copy and paste what ever they thought would fit? dunno … oh well.
It’s a little bit too freaky at this time of day to be paying attention, serious attention, to any thoughts that pop up in your mind.
So go to sleep now. And when you wake up, horrified, convince yourself that it was all only a dream, a dream; only a dream that belonged to yesterday.
Thinking. the worlds most awesome function. but what is it that we should all think about, is it love and success, happiness? thats not what I think about, well atleast not all the time. I think about what others are thinking about.. or atleast I want to know.. And thats what gets me the most, not knowing. The thought of not knowing. maybe thats my worst fear. Im just rambling now, like a babbling brook..
Thinking. the worlds most awesome function. but what is it that we should all think about, is it love and success, happiness? thats not what I think about, well atleast not all the time. I think about what others are thinking about.. or atleast I want to know..
Orion doesn’t care about Cassiopeia. Hell, Orion doesn’t even care about Orion, with his lonely stars scattered across vast space, and only my mind to make the pattern.
i hate this, but i love it at the same time. makes me think, in a good way. when youre put on the spot youre lovelyest thoughts come out, or your darkest, and you stop caring about petty things like gramar and spelling. see. you care about frontal things, like sex and world domintation.
wondering inside my mind… wondering what i’ll find…. thoughts lingering
and it came into my head before then was even considered. And I knew that the liquid intoxication would spill through my bones and into my words showing immediately that I had just got home and was drunk.
I thought I would spend the day for me, chilling out and recuperating, but that is not what the world had planned. Every thing that could go wrong did and I was called upon to fix, just like the old day. wonder what they’ll do when I’m gone?
It never crossed my mind that this one thing could haunt me. It is more than being done. It is an act of forgetting something entirely. To never have another thought about it. The thoughts are gone and replaced with something beautiful and new.
Every single second of the day there is some thought running through my head. I would not be able to explain where they start and where they end up, how my mind jumps through topics. Its a little annoying not to be able to free your brain at any time and to have to keep thinking all the time.
I thought I knew what I was doing. I thought I was in control. But that changed. It changed with the drugs and the alcohol and it changed my life; all because of something I thought. I thought I could hide it, or use it to my advantage. i thought it would make it better.
I thought wrong.
I thought that the world would be a different place than it is. I thought that people would be more truthful and honest, more kind and less greedy, but the world is a place full of dishonesty and hate. People grab for the top, but fail to realize that the top is closer to where they are. They fail to realize the greatness in their current life and only see what they don’t have as motivators.
thought, somthing i do every day. i think when im alon i think when im with friends thinking is what keeps us going so think away think your thoughts out and be happy
There was a boy named Todd. He wasn’t sure what to say to his friends about anything, but he thought and he thought.. And while thinking, it occurred to him that the most important thing he did was that: think. His thought was intense, and deep, and sometimes it was irrelevant and pointless. But he still thought about everything.
I thought you were my father. But you were not, Odin Allfather. Indeed, you were simply a fool and an old man. And Thor. HA. Thor, my “Brother” has betrayed me after all I’ve done for him. He has no respect for me at all. I will die before I forgive him.
thinking making words. word vomit. I only like thinking on my own terms but sometimes i think tooo much! yes meditation doesn’t work for me at all. i need to think about something even if it is pink elephants. my mind is not allowed to go blank; that’s scary shit
thought puddle. think thunk thought. dream endlessly, so pretty.
patience, patience dear little nun, ignore the thunder and black clouds.
we will go biking soon enough.
peace.
I think that I thought that you thought that I think
That her thoughts and his thoughts aren’t quite what we think
But I’m thinking that thinking those thoughts that one thinks
Makes thinking a thought much thought provoking than this
And what do I think of the thoughts that you thought?
Of my thoughts and his thoughts and her thoughts and ours
I think that we ought to think the things that we think
And think those things thinkingly thinking of things
Nothing makes sense any more
any more
Nothing makes sense any more.
well there’s a lot of thoughts. I suppose we all think our thoughts are right. Maybe not. Maybe we think they’re wrong. What do you think? I think I am getting way over my head. My thoughts? Merely an illusion. What’s true? What’s going on right now, in the present?
Thoughts… where do they begin, where do they end? And what is everything in the middle? Jumbled images of passing cars, bicycles, rough sand on the pads of my feet. Your face, red toenails, rusty metal nails. Love. Hatred.
I already wrote about this. It wasn’t great. Then I took some instructions wrong, and here I am again. The last one is worse than this one, at least I think so. See, so much thinking. I think therefore I overthink.
Also, puppies. I really like puppies. The world should have more cute puppies and people who will adopt them.
A struggle; a battle with myself: What do I want? What do I love? Is my mind my friend. I’m not sure. Is my mind home? Because I don’t feel comfortable here. And once again the migrane comes. What I thought I wanted….
It happened as I was sitting right here on this very spot. I was staring at nothing in particular — nothing at all, really — when it occurred to me:
“I’m here. I’m really here, and this isn’t just a figment of my imagination.”
But now that it’s nothing more than a mere memory, a thought among many others, I wish that it was real once more.
the thought of any peculiar thing can blow a man’s mind away. Anything over analyzed will take away from the bliss that is ignorance.
one thought. That’s all it starts with. A single, half-formed creature. transient, peaceful, unfinished. Enough to change everything. Enough to stop the world for an instant and make you think.
It goes through my head like a plague I feel as though my entire brain is about to explode, but yet…. it’s not…. My brain dulls the feeling of its true power and its true beauty. I am overcome with the joy of not knowing,overcome with tearful mercy that I have concluded this solution and problem in my head…. pure thought…
i just did this one. is this not a game? Gosh i’m confused now. oh welllll anyways ya’ll should check out my blog(: adognamedtucker.blogspot.com yayay okay bye now.
i am thinking right now. Um idk what i’m supposed to do know. maybe if i was creative i could be better about this but i’m not. oh well. anyways. thoughts are cool ya know. what if we could read other peoples thoughts. i’m pretty sure everyone would hate each other.
i thought i was smart
i thought i was liked, loved
i thought i was in control
i am wrong
Words fell from the cliffs of my mind on to the tips of my tongue as things I couldn’t hide. They fell and fell and tumbled down until they hit the grace of your ears and placed their own in your mind and you thought just like I did and we fell just like the words did and hit the grace of your bed and we mirrored our minds like perfect symmetry.
food for thought is not food at all
rather a way to see the world around
a way to feel the emotions that escape
that tend to linger but cannot be placed
food for thought has no taste, but is strong
strong and painful and warm
a little hard to pin down. no matter what a circular spiral are there other kinds of spirals? something to think about. a word for everything but it still might not work just right, might not all fall into place, might not end up the way the mind could capture it with less thought.
WTH’s consciousness? How are we, mere balls of matter and mass, thinking?
I think therefore I am. We all need to think more. Seems like people just move around on autopilot. Damn it folks – start thinking.
I don’t know what I thought. Maybe he was right; maybe he wasn’t, but I was going to make damn sure to prove him wrong.
Thinking is complicated. You either over think something or don’t think about it enough. But how much thinking is enough? It gives you headaches. So why do we do it anyway? Some say it’s just logical. But who knows?
don’t give up, ever, not ever… don’t say never… not ever… don’t give up… make it a reality… keep going in the face of storms and upheavals… keep going… it can be done… too much energy at stake to give up and regret… keep going…
J’ai trop de tristes pensées is one of my favourite song lines. Because it seems to express how you never know if you think yourself crazy, or if you go crazy, and can’t stop thinking about it. I think I probably fall in the first category.