i wondered if he would ever be mine i wondered if i would ever make it to europe i wondered if i would ever make it to heaven i wondered if she would ever stop yelling at me i wondered if i would ever
Ashley
im wondering so much right now. why do i suck? why cant i just do my paper. oh well. okay i lied thats not what im thinking about. all i can frekking think about is erik. hes always on my mind. how do i get him out? i wish i knew an easier way. if i really tried could i make it work? or would it just push him away
mia
His eyes follows the butterfly, and he wondered how they could fly so elegantly in the rose garden. Then a net catches the beautiful creature and it was trapped, no longer able to flutter about the field of blood-redness. What now? He wondered.
What could have been
if only
if only
things had worked
the way I wanted
the way he needed
the way we all hoped.
And now, I wonder
wishing, praying
that the clock will turn back.
Emma
I have been wondering about a lot of things. Today I wondered if what I did was a sin. I wondered if my lack of interest is justified or just me being a spoiled brat. I wondered why it’s so hard to lose weight but so easy to gain it. I’d say wondering is a huge part of my life, a part that I might as well schedule in a planner, because it’s pretty much the only thing I could definitely get accomplished.
It’s always useless to sit around wishing for things if you’re never going to go out and get them. I wish I had known that a few years ago.
I would sit in the back of my Chemistry class and stare at him and think about him. I wondered if he ever thought about me.
Al
one time I wondered about my past. My present, future self. Then perhaps I came to the realization that instead of wondering or fantasizing about some sort of pretend life, I should be living in my own world. A whole lifetime of understanding came upon me in one moment. Not only that but I understood that purpose is all about potential. I wonder if someone else thought of these things once and wrote them down. Then I wonder if I read it somewhere and just don’t remember. Memory is so deceptive. Just like Descarte says. He is so contradictory. Funny.
Kayla
today i wondered why my boyfriend didnt ac the same ways he used to around me. i shouldnt worry he says. but its all i think about anymore. i know he loves me more than anything and i shouldnt worry about it. i dont know how to stop
allie mancuso
I wondered about the future.
It isn’t foreboding
Or frightening
But it exists in its nevertheless unknown shape
And while I focus on the present
I am always anticipating the next step
what
it
may
be
I am never sure
Hillary
i wonder what could happend if i go to the mountain and then climb up. Maybe i can find the most beatifull place or maybe i could find hell on earth. The only way to know is going! so go ahead!!! and don’t think about it.
Alain Hellion
I wondered for the longest time how it would work. Would it be painful? Would I remember everything? Would I take with me my love and my pain and those things that made me me? Or would it be like quietly drifting to sleep, and losing everything about myself to the oblivion of the river Lethe?
Mark
i wondered what was going to happen when i landed in the field with all the flowers. i saw blue clouds and a bright yellow sun. it was warm and the field had dandelions and sunflowers and the sun felt warm on my arms. the sky was so blue and clear and wonderful.
Liza
I wondered, wondered wondered mmmm and I wondered I waaa waaa wondered why why why why why she went away, my little run away. She ran away one day when I left the fence open in the back yard, she was my favourite checken. She always tried to eat the lettuce in the vege patch.
Paul
I am thinking about truth is wisdom
Marsha Anderson
i wondered once if i was destined to be somebody great. now i just wonder if i’m going to be ok. am i supposed to be just a mom and a wife and exec asst? am i supposed to take care of monkeys? or what?
i’m going to talk to my therapist today and i’m really excited about it. hopefully she can alidate some of my feelings and help me feel less alone and less guilty
Lauren
I clicked one word and I am wondering what this is all about. I think about how my fingers run across the keyboard as my mind frantically thinks of things to type. I breathe soft but my pulse is racing as I don’t know what to anticipate beyond. I wonder and wonder what to look at or ponder about. It’s impossible for me to concentrate. Think! It’s so loud here. Think! My mind is swimming and the time has almost run out. I wonder what this is all about, I wonder about so many things out of my control.
Dionne
I have always wondered why the sky was blue, and (when I was old enough to figure that out) I wondered about how atoms could fit together so perfectly like that. I wondered, also, how I could wonder. I have yet to figure that out yet.
Elyse Taylor
She was walking down the street, her suitcase in one hand, her dreams in the other. She had no idea where she was going or what she will do, but she knew she had to leave while she still could. She was looking down, to her feet, wondering where they will take her. She didn’t care… she felt good not knowing. it felt good to wonder, it felt good not to know… For the first time in a very long time she felt like herself. She felt alive.
I wondered what was in the box. Was it candy? Seashells? I opened the box. I found love letters, the sweetest, most wholesome love letters ever. They were so intimate and private that I felt like an intruder.
Rebekah
I love the word wondered. I wondered, for instance, before this program started, what I was supposed to be writing about. Was I supposed to be writing about the actual word “wondered” as I suppose I technically am not, or was I supposed to write a small story about wondering?
Elyse Taylor
I wondered how the day was going to turn out. After all the plans and anexities, it was the day we had waited so long for. The wedding was to take place in an antebellum home under a gazebo. Three hundred of closest friends were to attend.
chantelle pruett
wondering is wonderful because you wonder why you wonder which is wonderful because your mind is full of wonders, which makes you a happy and friendly person.
Maddie
The girl walked the empty streets alone. It was long past midnight and the street lamp was the only source of light around her. Looking at her feet she wondered where they will take her… she had no plan whatsoever. She had no money, no place to go… yet, her feet haven’t stopped moving. She was going forward into the unknown.
Jovanna
I wondered where I had gone wrong. Everything had felt so perfect up until that point. Did I say the wrong thing? Did I not smile the right way? I was convinced there was some sort of terrible character flaw that was latched on to me, that everyone could see, and I was honestly ashamed.
if a colour is really that colour in another persons perception, if what they see is really red, when i have a different colour pallet
jenifer
i used to wonder about all the books i could have written but didnt. sometimes i think of an amazing story idea just before i fall asleep and forget it by morning. it sucks, but i usually write sad poetry anyway, like this haiku i wrote:
no one will know it
his blood covers the tile floor
we are murderers
see? i need to write stuff down more often.
tigana
I wondered what word would appear. I wondered if it would be love, trees, anger, etc. But I never wondered about the word being “wondered”. Even though I’d been wondering all along.
Alana Wood
curious, person. interested, people, gossip girls, jelous, love. Person wonder about my life. He realy wants to get to know me. Person interested in something. Girls talk about each other. Thay are jelouse.
lera
I wondered when it all would end, they told me never, yet i still worry every nigt. Will every thing just end in one big bang, by fire, ice, wind, or water? I wowndered how i would die, but you then told me you loved me and i wondered it i could every love you back.
emily
have you ever wondered what life on another planet would be like, would we still have cellphones?
hds
I’ve always wondered about whether or not we are people who are toys, being manipulated by a child a million times our size. Are we just instruments of place to greater beings? It’s hard to say, and there’s no way to know. How on earth can we devise a way to figure out this question? Easy, there is none. Nothing we can do, say, will solve the question.
Natalie
this is why i usually don’t do stuff like this. cause i sit here and sit here waiting for something inspiring to come to my mind and nothing ever does. i just sit here and waste my life. i wonder why i do that, why i can’t just go out there and BE somebody, why i have to look at everyone else BEING someone. so you know what? here goes. i’m going to make a name for myself, not wonder about ME anymore(:
Mac
i have always wondered whether mermaids truly do exist. its is a concept that keeps people guessing all the time. it is something that has not been proven, thats why everyone has to wonder about it.
Tyare
It wasn’t as if I didn’t already have enough on my plate. Now I sat here, curious as to what she got into this time. I wondered if it was a boy issue, or whether she and her so called friend got into more trouble. Being summoned to the principals office was not my cup of tea, but she’d have it much worse than me when we got home.
I wondered and wondered and I wondered but I couldn’t think of anything to write.
Steve
i wondered often. about reality. about dreams. about what could be on the other side of the door. about god. about love. wondering is the best ability of man kind. i wondered about today and i wondered…
I wondered what it would be like if I hadn’t committed to my current relationship. Would I be happy? Am I unhappy now? I wonder that every day. I think I am. And maybe I would be better off. But I did commit and I’m here and there’s no going back now.
i wondered if he would ever be mine i wondered if i would ever make it to europe i wondered if i would ever make it to heaven i wondered if she would ever stop yelling at me i wondered if i would ever
im wondering so much right now. why do i suck? why cant i just do my paper. oh well. okay i lied thats not what im thinking about. all i can frekking think about is erik. hes always on my mind. how do i get him out? i wish i knew an easier way. if i really tried could i make it work? or would it just push him away
His eyes follows the butterfly, and he wondered how they could fly so elegantly in the rose garden. Then a net catches the beautiful creature and it was trapped, no longer able to flutter about the field of blood-redness. What now? He wondered.
What could have been
if only
if only
things had worked
the way I wanted
the way he needed
the way we all hoped.
And now, I wonder
wishing, praying
that the clock will turn back.
I have been wondering about a lot of things. Today I wondered if what I did was a sin. I wondered if my lack of interest is justified or just me being a spoiled brat. I wondered why it’s so hard to lose weight but so easy to gain it. I’d say wondering is a huge part of my life, a part that I might as well schedule in a planner, because it’s pretty much the only thing I could definitely get accomplished.
i wondered in my mind
what sanity i’d find
i wondered til i cried
and left these eyes so dry
i wondered
It’s always useless to sit around wishing for things if you’re never going to go out and get them. I wish I had known that a few years ago.
I would sit in the back of my Chemistry class and stare at him and think about him. I wondered if he ever thought about me.
one time I wondered about my past. My present, future self. Then perhaps I came to the realization that instead of wondering or fantasizing about some sort of pretend life, I should be living in my own world. A whole lifetime of understanding came upon me in one moment. Not only that but I understood that purpose is all about potential. I wonder if someone else thought of these things once and wrote them down. Then I wonder if I read it somewhere and just don’t remember. Memory is so deceptive. Just like Descarte says. He is so contradictory. Funny.
today i wondered why my boyfriend didnt ac the same ways he used to around me. i shouldnt worry he says. but its all i think about anymore. i know he loves me more than anything and i shouldnt worry about it. i dont know how to stop
I wondered about the future.
It isn’t foreboding
Or frightening
But it exists in its nevertheless unknown shape
And while I focus on the present
I am always anticipating the next step
what
it
may
be
I am never sure
i wonder what could happend if i go to the mountain and then climb up. Maybe i can find the most beatifull place or maybe i could find hell on earth. The only way to know is going! so go ahead!!! and don’t think about it.
I wondered for the longest time how it would work. Would it be painful? Would I remember everything? Would I take with me my love and my pain and those things that made me me? Or would it be like quietly drifting to sleep, and losing everything about myself to the oblivion of the river Lethe?
i wondered what was going to happen when i landed in the field with all the flowers. i saw blue clouds and a bright yellow sun. it was warm and the field had dandelions and sunflowers and the sun felt warm on my arms. the sky was so blue and clear and wonderful.
I wondered, wondered wondered mmmm and I wondered I waaa waaa wondered why why why why why she went away, my little run away. She ran away one day when I left the fence open in the back yard, she was my favourite checken. She always tried to eat the lettuce in the vege patch.
I am thinking about truth is wisdom
i wondered once if i was destined to be somebody great. now i just wonder if i’m going to be ok. am i supposed to be just a mom and a wife and exec asst? am i supposed to take care of monkeys? or what?
i’m going to talk to my therapist today and i’m really excited about it. hopefully she can alidate some of my feelings and help me feel less alone and less guilty
I clicked one word and I am wondering what this is all about. I think about how my fingers run across the keyboard as my mind frantically thinks of things to type. I breathe soft but my pulse is racing as I don’t know what to anticipate beyond. I wonder and wonder what to look at or ponder about. It’s impossible for me to concentrate. Think! It’s so loud here. Think! My mind is swimming and the time has almost run out. I wonder what this is all about, I wonder about so many things out of my control.
I have always wondered why the sky was blue, and (when I was old enough to figure that out) I wondered about how atoms could fit together so perfectly like that. I wondered, also, how I could wonder. I have yet to figure that out yet.
She was walking down the street, her suitcase in one hand, her dreams in the other. She had no idea where she was going or what she will do, but she knew she had to leave while she still could. She was looking down, to her feet, wondering where they will take her. She didn’t care… she felt good not knowing. it felt good to wonder, it felt good not to know… For the first time in a very long time she felt like herself. She felt alive.
I wondered what was in the box. Was it candy? Seashells? I opened the box. I found love letters, the sweetest, most wholesome love letters ever. They were so intimate and private that I felt like an intruder.
I love the word wondered. I wondered, for instance, before this program started, what I was supposed to be writing about. Was I supposed to be writing about the actual word “wondered” as I suppose I technically am not, or was I supposed to write a small story about wondering?
I wondered how the day was going to turn out. After all the plans and anexities, it was the day we had waited so long for. The wedding was to take place in an antebellum home under a gazebo. Three hundred of closest friends were to attend.
wondering is wonderful because you wonder why you wonder which is wonderful because your mind is full of wonders, which makes you a happy and friendly person.
The girl walked the empty streets alone. It was long past midnight and the street lamp was the only source of light around her. Looking at her feet she wondered where they will take her… she had no plan whatsoever. She had no money, no place to go… yet, her feet haven’t stopped moving. She was going forward into the unknown.
I wondered where I had gone wrong. Everything had felt so perfect up until that point. Did I say the wrong thing? Did I not smile the right way? I was convinced there was some sort of terrible character flaw that was latched on to me, that everyone could see, and I was honestly ashamed.
I have always wondered how it might have been.
And I wonder if its even ever crossed your mind.
if a colour is really that colour in another persons perception, if what they see is really red, when i have a different colour pallet
i used to wonder about all the books i could have written but didnt. sometimes i think of an amazing story idea just before i fall asleep and forget it by morning. it sucks, but i usually write sad poetry anyway, like this haiku i wrote:
no one will know it
his blood covers the tile floor
we are murderers
see? i need to write stuff down more often.
I wondered what word would appear. I wondered if it would be love, trees, anger, etc. But I never wondered about the word being “wondered”. Even though I’d been wondering all along.
curious, person. interested, people, gossip girls, jelous, love. Person wonder about my life. He realy wants to get to know me. Person interested in something. Girls talk about each other. Thay are jelouse.
I wondered when it all would end, they told me never, yet i still worry every nigt. Will every thing just end in one big bang, by fire, ice, wind, or water? I wowndered how i would die, but you then told me you loved me and i wondered it i could every love you back.
have you ever wondered what life on another planet would be like, would we still have cellphones?
I’ve always wondered about whether or not we are people who are toys, being manipulated by a child a million times our size. Are we just instruments of place to greater beings? It’s hard to say, and there’s no way to know. How on earth can we devise a way to figure out this question? Easy, there is none. Nothing we can do, say, will solve the question.
this is why i usually don’t do stuff like this. cause i sit here and sit here waiting for something inspiring to come to my mind and nothing ever does. i just sit here and waste my life. i wonder why i do that, why i can’t just go out there and BE somebody, why i have to look at everyone else BEING someone. so you know what? here goes. i’m going to make a name for myself, not wonder about ME anymore(:
i have always wondered whether mermaids truly do exist. its is a concept that keeps people guessing all the time. it is something that has not been proven, thats why everyone has to wonder about it.
It wasn’t as if I didn’t already have enough on my plate. Now I sat here, curious as to what she got into this time. I wondered if it was a boy issue, or whether she and her so called friend got into more trouble. Being summoned to the principals office was not my cup of tea, but she’d have it much worse than me when we got home.
I wondered and wondered and I wondered but I couldn’t think of anything to write.
i wondered often. about reality. about dreams. about what could be on the other side of the door. about god. about love. wondering is the best ability of man kind. i wondered about today and i wondered…
I wondered what it would be like if I hadn’t committed to my current relationship. Would I be happy? Am I unhappy now? I wonder that every day. I think I am. And maybe I would be better off. But I did commit and I’m here and there’s no going back now.
I wish I still had the ability to wonder.