I have always wanted to belong. When I started college I feared this…not belonging. But I have truly found my place in this life. That keeps evolving obviously but I’m okay with that. I belong somwhere. That’s nice.
I feel like I belong where I am for a reason. I know that wherever I go, that God has put me there for some specific purpose. Although it may not be clear at the moment, time will tell why I was there, and why I belonged.
You belong to me. It is the most inexplicable feeling on Earth. I belong to you. Yes, it’s our love; it’s also knowing that you have someone to cherish and share your innermost thoughts with. I love you.
i belong to the world and so does everyone else, simple right? so why does it have to be so complicated. am i making it complicated or is everyone else. am i allowed to belong wherever i want or do i have a certain path?
i’ve never felt like i’ve belonged anywhere, or with anyone. belonging is a hard thing to come across, but when you have it, its not so great. fuck belonging.
Belong is to own something. Or be owned. You belong to a person, you’re a slave. You are a simple belonging of theirs. You’ll live out your life serving them, doing what they want you to do, only living enough to do their bidding. One day, you get a chance to kill them. They die, you take their fortune and spend it on slaves. Rinse and repeat.
I belong to a race of beings descended from a race of beings one trillion times smaller than the race I belong to. And all the ancestors of mine belong to me, who themselves belong to races so many times greater than the ones I wish I was. All of this belongs to a planet smaller than many.
i belong to myself. not my family, not my friends, not my job, or school owns me. i make mistakes and pay for them. i am in debt to my life and i belong to myself.
this site is for pretentious people to be like…ohhh
look i write poetry and im still butch and cool
this is stupid.
the only ones who use this are people who plan on posting their response on their blog and being like..yeah. im awesome…and deep and sensitive…
fuck that shit.
I want to belong
I fell as if I am alone
no one gets me
no one wants to
I am alone
God understands, but even with him I feel sometimes, I am not being attentive to
I scare myself with the loneliness that beholds me at times
that is when i pray that one day
i will belong to you
and you wont let me go.
everyone wants to belong somewhere. I’ve heard that. Our entire purpose in life, our entire search is for belonging. We want to belong to groups, religions, families, whatever. Our quest for belonging is what makes us human. When we belong somewhere, all is right with the world.
i belong in this place,idk what this is supposed to mean..i dont even know what im supposed to write about..well..the thing is that i love my gf..i fkn love her..hahaha.ima dork huh? but i do.. im so fkn happy with her..
i belong in this place..i belong in this place..why is the line turning red?? what is that supposed to mean?
The city is so big. There are over 8 million people here. 8 million. You think you would have a chance to belong. With someone. With something. But sometimes, the more chances you have to belong, the lonelier you feel.
i belonged to the gropu of a dog organization, thus i am a dog lover who belongs to an organization that also loves dogs. i dont know what the point of this game is but i apparently belong to it cus its got me seriously into it, therefore i am done belonging
i belong wherever i want to be. but its hard to belong when theres no where to be. such as your arms. i belong in them, but your not letting me. i bbelong in your life, but you dont want me to be. i love you i say, but you sayyou dont belong to me. you still belong to him. i sit back and think. who shall i belong too?
I wish I could belong. Belong and feel like I’m wanted. No, now I feel wasted. Wasted and alone and like I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t belong. I don’t belong.
What does it mean to belong? I really have no idea. I have always thought belonging to something meant being a part of something. How do you really know when you belong? Are you invited? Are you just assumed? I’ve never known. I’ve never really belonged. Well, not that I have known of. Belong. I have no idea, and it has no idea about me either.
What is it about the need to belong? It’s such an urgent desire, to fit in, to be a part of something. The strange part, is that it drives all of us to become something not of ourselves. Can you honestly say you’ve never looked back and thought, “Wow, why did I do that?”…well you did it to belong.
always always belong to you. even when you didn’t belong to me and you belonged to her, i belonged to you. now we belong together, together together together and that’s where we’re meant to stay. that night i laid my head on your chest and said “this is where i belong, isn’t it?” and you looked down at me and said “yes” quite simply, and kissed my forehead. i could never belong to anyone but you, these past five months of searing agony have showed me that.
i want to belong somewhere. i feel like wherever i am i try to fit in. i try too hard. i fake it sometimes. i hate fakers and faking it. sometimes i find those momenets where i do belong, but that’s rare and fleeting. i want permanence, but can you really ask for that in this life?
where do i belong. i belong at school. i belong with my friends. they make me feel comfy. i know that i can always talk to them. i belong in girl scouts. i belong in orchestra. yes especially in orchestra. all of my friends there love me and they get me a lot. i belong with my family. i dunno what college i belong in. belonging feels good because then you know that people love you.
I knew it was a place, a place I could be, live, explore, and love. A place where I was loved. A place to do more then exist, but to really and truly live. It was an alternative to a dying world, a deathly lifestyle. I didn’t earn it, I didn’t make it, He made it for me, He is my God.
you belong to me and i belong to you; belonging is an interesting way to phrase a relationship – is it about the love between two people blossoming or about an ownership process taking place in which you come to belong to another person? do you want to belong to them or are the hormones in your brain telling you so? then there’s the yearn for belonging in any sort of atmosphere – what is this yearn? to be owned? or to be a part of something bigger than yourself?
I was always separate. Different. There is something powerful about realizing that you are not a part of something bigger, you are the big enough by yourself. You do not need a group. Singular, powerful.
I don’t really know where I belong. I belong here with him. I miss my grandmother. I don’t know where she is anymore. Nowhere. The towels still smell like her, with the balloons embroidered on them. And there is a blue poinsettia at the store that she would have loved. I wish she were here so I could give it to her.
onwership
your. plaeasing to the sense and to world around. being able to adapt and nto feel left out from that place. negative..bad..ouch. memories.awww
I belong somewhere in this world. I don’t know where though. I want to know where I belong, where I fit in. Who I really am. Why I am here. A sense of belonging is all I really want in this world, to tell you the truth. Living sequestered from the crowd for a majority of my life makes me yearn for a sense of belonging, somewhere where I can feel safe and warm. That’s all I want.
ive always wanted to belong to a group that would never have me. i was never puerto rican enough, always labeled a wanna be white girl, couldnt jump double dutch to save my life and always too tenderheaded for braids. so belonging has always and still is a place im looking for.
I have always wanted to belong. When I started college I feared this…not belonging. But I have truly found my place in this life. That keeps evolving obviously but I’m okay with that. I belong somwhere. That’s nice.
I feel like I belong where I am for a reason. I know that wherever I go, that God has put me there for some specific purpose. Although it may not be clear at the moment, time will tell why I was there, and why I belonged.
You belong to me. It is the most inexplicable feeling on Earth. I belong to you. Yes, it’s our love; it’s also knowing that you have someone to cherish and share your innermost thoughts with. I love you.
to belong, it’s a feeling even more than reality. a place where one is wanted, accepted, needs to be.
i belong to the world and so does everyone else, simple right? so why does it have to be so complicated. am i making it complicated or is everyone else. am i allowed to belong wherever i want or do i have a certain path?
i’ve never felt like i’ve belonged anywhere, or with anyone. belonging is a hard thing to come across, but when you have it, its not so great. fuck belonging.
Belong is to own something. Or be owned. You belong to a person, you’re a slave. You are a simple belonging of theirs. You’ll live out your life serving them, doing what they want you to do, only living enough to do their bidding. One day, you get a chance to kill them. They die, you take their fortune and spend it on slaves. Rinse and repeat.
I belong to a race of beings descended from a race of beings one trillion times smaller than the race I belong to. And all the ancestors of mine belong to me, who themselves belong to races so many times greater than the ones I wish I was. All of this belongs to a planet smaller than many.
i belong to myself. not my family, not my friends, not my job, or school owns me. i make mistakes and pay for them. i am in debt to my life and i belong to myself.
this site is for pretentious people to be like…ohhh
look i write poetry and im still butch and cool
this is stupid.
the only ones who use this are people who plan on posting their response on their blog and being like..yeah. im awesome…and deep and sensitive…
fuck that shit.
I want to belong
I fell as if I am alone
no one gets me
no one wants to
I am alone
God understands, but even with him I feel sometimes, I am not being attentive to
I scare myself with the loneliness that beholds me at times
that is when i pray that one day
i will belong to you
and you wont let me go.
I belong to a world
that belongs to a universe
living in an infinite space
of belonging in time.
everyone wants to belong somewhere. I’ve heard that. Our entire purpose in life, our entire search is for belonging. We want to belong to groups, religions, families, whatever. Our quest for belonging is what makes us human. When we belong somewhere, all is right with the world.
i belong in this place,idk what this is supposed to mean..i dont even know what im supposed to write about..well..the thing is that i love my gf..i fkn love her..hahaha.ima dork huh? but i do.. im so fkn happy with her..
i belong in this place..i belong in this place..why is the line turning red?? what is that supposed to mean?
The city is so big. There are over 8 million people here. 8 million. You think you would have a chance to belong. With someone. With something. But sometimes, the more chances you have to belong, the lonelier you feel.
i belonged to the gropu of a dog organization, thus i am a dog lover who belongs to an organization that also loves dogs. i dont know what the point of this game is but i apparently belong to it cus its got me seriously into it, therefore i am done belonging
i thought i always belonged in this family. I always thought that I had a place between my family. turns out I am on my own. they don’t need me.
i belong wherever i want to be. but its hard to belong when theres no where to be. such as your arms. i belong in them, but your not letting me. i bbelong in your life, but you dont want me to be. i love you i say, but you sayyou dont belong to me. you still belong to him. i sit back and think. who shall i belong too?
I wish I could belong. Belong and feel like I’m wanted. No, now I feel wasted. Wasted and alone and like I don’t belong anywhere. I don’t belong. I don’t belong.
What does it mean to belong? I really have no idea. I have always thought belonging to something meant being a part of something. How do you really know when you belong? Are you invited? Are you just assumed? I’ve never known. I’ve never really belonged. Well, not that I have known of. Belong. I have no idea, and it has no idea about me either.
What is it about the need to belong? It’s such an urgent desire, to fit in, to be a part of something. The strange part, is that it drives all of us to become something not of ourselves. Can you honestly say you’ve never looked back and thought, “Wow, why did I do that?”…well you did it to belong.
always always belong to you. even when you didn’t belong to me and you belonged to her, i belonged to you. now we belong together, together together together and that’s where we’re meant to stay. that night i laid my head on your chest and said “this is where i belong, isn’t it?” and you looked down at me and said “yes” quite simply, and kissed my forehead. i could never belong to anyone but you, these past five months of searing agony have showed me that.
I don’t belong anywhere.
I’m not from Mexico, I’m not from the USA.
I’m a mix between cultures that never will belong.
I want to have ownership, I want to belong.
Be realistic.
belong. to who, to what, to where.
finding heart finding ground in which to lay my head so weary.
trust , soul finding a place, a place to belong.
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i want to belong somewhere. i feel like wherever i am i try to fit in. i try too hard. i fake it sometimes. i hate fakers and faking it. sometimes i find those momenets where i do belong, but that’s rare and fleeting. i want permanence, but can you really ask for that in this life?
where do i belong. i belong at school. i belong with my friends. they make me feel comfy. i know that i can always talk to them. i belong in girl scouts. i belong in orchestra. yes especially in orchestra. all of my friends there love me and they get me a lot. i belong with my family. i dunno what college i belong in. belonging feels good because then you know that people love you.
I knew it was a place, a place I could be, live, explore, and love. A place where I was loved. A place to do more then exist, but to really and truly live. It was an alternative to a dying world, a deathly lifestyle. I didn’t earn it, I didn’t make it, He made it for me, He is my God.
i belong to Jesus Christ. He is my savior and I love Him. He died for my sins, and I can’t wait till I will be with Him in Heaven forever.
you belong to me and i belong to you; belonging is an interesting way to phrase a relationship – is it about the love between two people blossoming or about an ownership process taking place in which you come to belong to another person? do you want to belong to them or are the hormones in your brain telling you so? then there’s the yearn for belonging in any sort of atmosphere – what is this yearn? to be owned? or to be a part of something bigger than yourself?
I was always separate. Different. There is something powerful about realizing that you are not a part of something bigger, you are the big enough by yourself. You do not need a group. Singular, powerful.
What’s mine is your’s. then does it belong to either? if the title of ownership can be shared, then whats the use? one can belong to another perso
TO belong is to be a part of something greater than yourself.
I don’t really know where I belong. I belong here with him. I miss my grandmother. I don’t know where she is anymore. Nowhere. The towels still smell like her, with the balloons embroidered on them. And there is a blue poinsettia at the store that she would have loved. I wish she were here so I could give it to her.
onwership
your. plaeasing to the sense and to world around. being able to adapt and nto feel left out from that place. negative..bad..ouch. memories.awww
I belong to noone today, but myself, and its Beautiful.
I belong somewhere in this world. I don’t know where though. I want to know where I belong, where I fit in. Who I really am. Why I am here. A sense of belonging is all I really want in this world, to tell you the truth. Living sequestered from the crowd for a majority of my life makes me yearn for a sense of belonging, somewhere where I can feel safe and warm. That’s all I want.
Belong is a passion, necessity, longing, the next in the needs of survival for all of us. Next to food, shelter, and well, the
togetherness, equality, The thing that I want most of out of this life without getting bored or angry at the people I’m with…
ive always wanted to belong to a group that would never have me. i was never puerto rican enough, always labeled a wanna be white girl, couldnt jump double dutch to save my life and always too tenderheaded for braids. so belonging has always and still is a place im looking for.