I’m pretty and puzzled. All I have has been exhausted on your hansom, petty mug. Yet i’ll smile at you, boy. Cause in the midsts of all your lies, you keep me pretty, pretty puzzled.
When I think about guys, I am this word. When I think about life, this word consumes my soul. It’s a troubling word and a terrible feeling to possess. I don’t like this word. It is very, very bad.
puzzled. everyday of my life is a puzzle. what i’m gonna end up like is the finished product and every choice i make are the pieces. it’s this weird sick joke the universe plays on you. like don’t fuck it up, because it’s gonna matter in the long run. maybe matter too much.
How I feel when I think about my future. Am I doing the right thing? Will I ever be happy? Will what I think I want really be what I will want? That was confusing. I hate being puzzled. However, puzzles make things interesting. I wish I could write. It’s puzzling to me. But, that’s alright.
I often feel very puzzled in Biology class. I listen attentively, I even take notes. I just can’t seem to get it! I’m starting to belive that when it comes to science, I’m just a poor poor puzzled soul! Have you ever heard of a “math mind”, or an “artsy mind”? Well I’m completely determined that I have an “English mind”! Duh, why else would I be writing this right now!
Puzzled.
So unbeleivably confused.
Your mixed singals are way too much for me to handle.
Complete one eighty — you’re split
You were mine for awhile and then went away
And it hurt
The truth is, I miss you
That wasn’t supposed to be the truth
But it is
And I can’t help it
Come home?
I looked at him so puzzled. I had never saw such a unique man. He was everything I wanted but I had never known before. With every breath our hearts grew deeper together. We just stood there, puzzled.
all the time i dont understand the world or why things happen. why people live the way they do i mean really whats the point to going to school getting a job getting married and having a family i feel like this is the same thing everyone does and i want something anything thats different and it puzzles me to think that others don’t want more.
confusion about the world and everyone’s place in it, like a puzzle. a bunch of pieces all mixed up, all jumbled up look alike, but then put together create a picture of society and shows how we all are one.
“i’m getting used to it,” he said like a dolt when the car reversed onto the parkway.
“of course, you’re getting used to it and should be used to it by now, no more of this silly repetition. i’m tired of wondering where bluebirds fly,” his mother replied and added “they stay put.”
looking out the window he watched the morning pass along the town like a toothbrush, stiff and bubbly. there was something alluring about the united states that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, some sort of candied dream you could touch and write about and sell back to other dreamers. there was more than just money to be made here, and if you thought like that you’d miss the point, there was a changing room of moods upon which entering you could inhabit each with a confidence of having it all been owed to you. this was a country of promises and whether made or broken he’d have his way with them before returning to the rain of london.
I remember the feeling of absolute bewilderment as three dogs crossed the road and literally disappeared. I never found out what happened to them. I think they somehow boarded a train. But can you really trust the mind of a five year old?
thinking logically to solve a problem, confused, trying and trying everything you can to think, right now at the moment in time and in the end there is nothing left but defeat or accomplishment.
He didn’t know what to order for breakfast.
“The Fried Eggs here are good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m a little indecisive after smoking.”
The waiter comes by and he’s focusing on the music that’s playing in the background.
“Last time I had fried eggs here I got really sick because they were under cooked.”
“Why would you tell me that after I ordered them?” He says to her.
Time passes and they talk and he gets hungry for fried eggs with corned beef hash on the side. A woman nearby had ordered the same thing and he is excited.
Waiter comes and she places pancakes down in front of him and he looks up at her, stares for a moment, and sincerely says Thank You.
“I thought I ordered Fried Eggs.”
Puzzled is a word I interpret as meaning you have absolutely not the slightest idea of what is going on in your surroundings. Either you weren’t paying attention or you can’t comprehend the situation. Teachers often recognize when you are puzzled.
men puzzle me. especially right now. it makes me wonder why you’d say you would call and then don’t. i hope that evan is ok, i hope he made it to new orleans safely. what if something bad happened? i think he is just taking a break from things but i really wanna know that he is ok. i wonder if he is cheatin gon me a lot. i have been thinking i will get bored of him while he is gone and do something stupid.
Puzzled. That’s perfect. I am so puzzled about what to do with my life. At this point I’ve accepted that I won’t be attending graduate school in the fall, due to not getting in. It’s not that I don’t fit the criteria to get in, but that I applied late and my school hasn’t sent my transcripts. I’m seeing this as a good thing though as it will allow me apply for other graduate school programs for the following year. But I’m still puzzled.
Puzzled. Like when the earth has some great mystery about it you want to unlock, but cant even hardly understand. Like being the first to ask a question, and then being able to solve it yourself. Puzzlement has lead to some of the greatest inventions of all time. Like the Wright brothers, probably saw a bird and thought, how does it do that? and then figured out how they did it. puzzlement is the key that unlocks the door that leads you to greater knowledge.
How I normally am. Puzzled about life. Puzzled about love. Puzzled about what’s going to come next. Where is my life going and how long will it take to get there? I guess everyone feels this way but not many people are talking about it. It’s just weird,
i don’t know why this word popped up it’s not all what I expected to see. It leaves me puzzled as to what i should write but in a similar way makes me reflect on the easter presents my son received today. he got a transportation puzzle as well as a color and shapes puzle. Isn’t it strange the basic norms we try to instill on the youth even at 19 months
Puzzling moment of the day: A resident at the nursing home up the road had to wait one hour for a cup of coffee. She said it was just like a Nazi concentration camp. Because waiting an entire hour for coffee is as terrible, if not more terrible, than genocide. What?
He puzzled about the decision before him. If he did one thing, he would be hurting his students. If he did another, he would be missing out on the opportunity of his life. Mr. Smalley sat with his head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do. Wasn’t there a compromise in this situation somewhere?
i fewl this way when i think about my past. i remember so much about it. but i don’t know what is real and what is a dream, seen in a movie or if it happened to someone else. why does this happen to me. I can’t imagine my past any other way. but really i find it hard to understand myself when i don’t know if it’s me i’m remembering or not. and when i ask if it was real get those looks from my parents, or siblings, or friends.
I was puzzled at his face. He didn’t seem angry. But he should. I had been horrible, selfish and untrustworthy. He just sighed and looked out the window, deep in thought.
i walked in to the room. a one thousand piece puzzle lay on the table. I quickly got to work, trying to piece together the little cardboard pieces. if only life was as simple to piece together as a boxed puzzle.
I sat there staring at the screen that started back. I did not know what to think, what to write; my mind was blank, as it seems to be often. Blank. Blank like my heart, like how I tell people what I feel. Why am I afraid? Can you tell me?
confused about how to put the pieces together to solve the mystery. did the dog really cross the street because it wanted to eat the honey from the tree bark, or did it cross the dangerous path to reach it’s safe haven; a dandelion field?
i feel this way when i am with the woman who i have feelings for. she makes me so confused with her actions but i can not get her out of my mind. she brings me so many feelings but the end results are never the way that i plan them to be. i wish things could be different but im starting to realize that it may be time to give up
puzzled is a feeling like confusion its also a game you play which I find boring personally. Puzzles are like soduku and I’m bad at those. Though the feeling of puzzlement is like inquisition and that’s good because you find out more about things and knowledge is good.
i am puzzled. i am puzzled by what people think about me and why they think this. i am puzzled becuase i like to think. i am puzzled at how hard this is, how hard it is to write based upon a word. I am puzzled because my time is running out and I can’t fix my typo and i want to. How long is 60 seconds? I’m puzzled. I want to know how much time i have left but I don’t really understand the timer. I guess I’ll find out.
i was puzzled today by my own thoughts about myself. Who have i thought myself to be over my past seventeen years of life and how has my sudden shift in perspective changed how I view all of that.
I’m puzzled at how I fall into this state every year. It’s the same, all the time — have I not learned? or have I just learned badly, the puzzle pieces not fitting right every time.
It’s the same. Same. Same. Again and again.
I love him but let’s be honest — why do I let things fall to the side when I’m around him? Love isn’t good for me, but neither is solitude. Neither is anything. I need focus, not being somewhere in the stars.
The first step towards freedom leaves a young man in your wake, his face a confused mass of expression. An expression of confused mass. A mass expression, confused–
A puzzle, to be opened at your convenience, or inconvenience as the case may be–a charter, a block, a rubix cube without a solution, because someone moved all the pieces.
The first step towards freedom is the last step home.
One piece at a time, he said. They all fit. It just takes a little bit of patience. he didn’t account for frayed ends and distorted shapes. Missing pieces and pieces smothered into dust in the corners of boxes. Just the perfect square shapes. That’s all he really cared for.
Puzzled. Alot of people call me puzzled. Its just a nicer way of saying blonde, stupid, or dumb. But I am glad they at least care about my feelings. I am quite puzzled though. I am very inquisitive for a thirteen year old. But as my algebra teacher always says, “SMART PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS.”
I’m pretty and puzzled. All I have has been exhausted on your hansom, petty mug. Yet i’ll smile at you, boy. Cause in the midsts of all your lies, you keep me pretty, pretty puzzled.
When I think about guys, I am this word. When I think about life, this word consumes my soul. It’s a troubling word and a terrible feeling to possess. I don’t like this word. It is very, very bad.
puzzled. everyday of my life is a puzzle. what i’m gonna end up like is the finished product and every choice i make are the pieces. it’s this weird sick joke the universe plays on you. like don’t fuck it up, because it’s gonna matter in the long run. maybe matter too much.
How I feel when I think about my future. Am I doing the right thing? Will I ever be happy? Will what I think I want really be what I will want? That was confusing. I hate being puzzled. However, puzzles make things interesting. I wish I could write. It’s puzzling to me. But, that’s alright.
I often feel very puzzled in Biology class. I listen attentively, I even take notes. I just can’t seem to get it! I’m starting to belive that when it comes to science, I’m just a poor poor puzzled soul! Have you ever heard of a “math mind”, or an “artsy mind”? Well I’m completely determined that I have an “English mind”! Duh, why else would I be writing this right now!
Puzzled.
So unbeleivably confused.
Your mixed singals are way too much for me to handle.
Complete one eighty — you’re split
You were mine for awhile and then went away
And it hurt
The truth is, I miss you
That wasn’t supposed to be the truth
But it is
And I can’t help it
Come home?
I looked at him so puzzled. I had never saw such a unique man. He was everything I wanted but I had never known before. With every breath our hearts grew deeper together. We just stood there, puzzled.
all the time i dont understand the world or why things happen. why people live the way they do i mean really whats the point to going to school getting a job getting married and having a family i feel like this is the same thing everyone does and i want something anything thats different and it puzzles me to think that others don’t want more.
confusion about the world and everyone’s place in it, like a puzzle. a bunch of pieces all mixed up, all jumbled up look alike, but then put together create a picture of society and shows how we all are one.
“i’m getting used to it,” he said like a dolt when the car reversed onto the parkway.
“of course, you’re getting used to it and should be used to it by now, no more of this silly repetition. i’m tired of wondering where bluebirds fly,” his mother replied and added “they stay put.”
looking out the window he watched the morning pass along the town like a toothbrush, stiff and bubbly. there was something alluring about the united states that he couldn’t quite put his finger on, some sort of candied dream you could touch and write about and sell back to other dreamers. there was more than just money to be made here, and if you thought like that you’d miss the point, there was a changing room of moods upon which entering you could inhabit each with a confidence of having it all been owed to you. this was a country of promises and whether made or broken he’d have his way with them before returning to the rain of london.
I remember the feeling of absolute bewilderment as three dogs crossed the road and literally disappeared. I never found out what happened to them. I think they somehow boarded a train. But can you really trust the mind of a five year old?
thinking logically to solve a problem, confused, trying and trying everything you can to think, right now at the moment in time and in the end there is nothing left but defeat or accomplishment.
He didn’t know what to order for breakfast.
“The Fried Eggs here are good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m a little indecisive after smoking.”
The waiter comes by and he’s focusing on the music that’s playing in the background.
“Last time I had fried eggs here I got really sick because they were under cooked.”
“Why would you tell me that after I ordered them?” He says to her.
Time passes and they talk and he gets hungry for fried eggs with corned beef hash on the side. A woman nearby had ordered the same thing and he is excited.
Waiter comes and she places pancakes down in front of him and he looks up at her, stares for a moment, and sincerely says Thank You.
“I thought I ordered Fried Eggs.”
Puzzled is a word I interpret as meaning you have absolutely not the slightest idea of what is going on in your surroundings. Either you weren’t paying attention or you can’t comprehend the situation. Teachers often recognize when you are puzzled.
the way i stare and see no one staring back
men puzzle me. especially right now. it makes me wonder why you’d say you would call and then don’t. i hope that evan is ok, i hope he made it to new orleans safely. what if something bad happened? i think he is just taking a break from things but i really wanna know that he is ok. i wonder if he is cheatin gon me a lot. i have been thinking i will get bored of him while he is gone and do something stupid.
Puzzled. That’s perfect. I am so puzzled about what to do with my life. At this point I’ve accepted that I won’t be attending graduate school in the fall, due to not getting in. It’s not that I don’t fit the criteria to get in, but that I applied late and my school hasn’t sent my transcripts. I’m seeing this as a good thing though as it will allow me apply for other graduate school programs for the following year. But I’m still puzzled.
Confused. Puzzlement isn’t bad. Making oneself unsure of the ground on which one stands is a good way to become more sure of one’s footing.
Puzzled. Like when the earth has some great mystery about it you want to unlock, but cant even hardly understand. Like being the first to ask a question, and then being able to solve it yourself. Puzzlement has lead to some of the greatest inventions of all time. Like the Wright brothers, probably saw a bird and thought, how does it do that? and then figured out how they did it. puzzlement is the key that unlocks the door that leads you to greater knowledge.
How I normally am. Puzzled about life. Puzzled about love. Puzzled about what’s going to come next. Where is my life going and how long will it take to get there? I guess everyone feels this way but not many people are talking about it. It’s just weird,
i don’t know why this word popped up it’s not all what I expected to see. It leaves me puzzled as to what i should write but in a similar way makes me reflect on the easter presents my son received today. he got a transportation puzzle as well as a color and shapes puzle. Isn’t it strange the basic norms we try to instill on the youth even at 19 months
Puzzling moment of the day: A resident at the nursing home up the road had to wait one hour for a cup of coffee. She said it was just like a Nazi concentration camp. Because waiting an entire hour for coffee is as terrible, if not more terrible, than genocide. What?
Puzzled,
Confused,
Bewildered.
Like a jigsaw,
I am all here,
But the pieces,
Require placement.
Carefully,
Gently,
Precisely,
You complete me.
i am often puzzled about philosophy. why do i need to learn the philosophy of the gluten-free subculture? I like the word puzzled. it has to “z”s.
He puzzled about the decision before him. If he did one thing, he would be hurting his students. If he did another, he would be missing out on the opportunity of his life. Mr. Smalley sat with his head in his hands, trying to figure out what to do. Wasn’t there a compromise in this situation somewhere?
i fewl this way when i think about my past. i remember so much about it. but i don’t know what is real and what is a dream, seen in a movie or if it happened to someone else. why does this happen to me. I can’t imagine my past any other way. but really i find it hard to understand myself when i don’t know if it’s me i’m remembering or not. and when i ask if it was real get those looks from my parents, or siblings, or friends.
I was puzzled at his face. He didn’t seem angry. But he should. I had been horrible, selfish and untrustworthy. He just sighed and looked out the window, deep in thought.
i walked in to the room. a one thousand piece puzzle lay on the table. I quickly got to work, trying to piece together the little cardboard pieces. if only life was as simple to piece together as a boxed puzzle.
I sat there staring at the screen that started back. I did not know what to think, what to write; my mind was blank, as it seems to be often. Blank. Blank like my heart, like how I tell people what I feel. Why am I afraid? Can you tell me?
life– life is one big puzzle. I am an accounting major… that makes me think of puzzles… haha
I’m puzzled. I’m at a crossroads, but I don’t even know what my choices are. What do I do now? Where do I go? I’m confused, and I don’t even know why.
confused about how to put the pieces together to solve the mystery. did the dog really cross the street because it wanted to eat the honey from the tree bark, or did it cross the dangerous path to reach it’s safe haven; a dandelion field?
i feel this way when i am with the woman who i have feelings for. she makes me so confused with her actions but i can not get her out of my mind. she brings me so many feelings but the end results are never the way that i plan them to be. i wish things could be different but im starting to realize that it may be time to give up
puzzled is a feeling like confusion its also a game you play which I find boring personally. Puzzles are like soduku and I’m bad at those. Though the feeling of puzzlement is like inquisition and that’s good because you find out more about things and knowledge is good.
i am puzzled. i am puzzled by what people think about me and why they think this. i am puzzled becuase i like to think. i am puzzled at how hard this is, how hard it is to write based upon a word. I am puzzled because my time is running out and I can’t fix my typo and i want to. How long is 60 seconds? I’m puzzled. I want to know how much time i have left but I don’t really understand the timer. I guess I’ll find out.
i was puzzled today by my own thoughts about myself. Who have i thought myself to be over my past seventeen years of life and how has my sudden shift in perspective changed how I view all of that.
I’m puzzled at how I fall into this state every year. It’s the same, all the time — have I not learned? or have I just learned badly, the puzzle pieces not fitting right every time.
It’s the same. Same. Same. Again and again.
I love him but let’s be honest — why do I let things fall to the side when I’m around him? Love isn’t good for me, but neither is solitude. Neither is anything. I need focus, not being somewhere in the stars.
The first step towards freedom leaves a young man in your wake, his face a confused mass of expression. An expression of confused mass. A mass expression, confused–
A puzzle, to be opened at your convenience, or inconvenience as the case may be–a charter, a block, a rubix cube without a solution, because someone moved all the pieces.
The first step towards freedom is the last step home.
One piece at a time, he said. They all fit. It just takes a little bit of patience. he didn’t account for frayed ends and distorted shapes. Missing pieces and pieces smothered into dust in the corners of boxes. Just the perfect square shapes. That’s all he really cared for.
Puzzled. Alot of people call me puzzled. Its just a nicer way of saying blonde, stupid, or dumb. But I am glad they at least care about my feelings. I am quite puzzled though. I am very inquisitive for a thirteen year old. But as my algebra teacher always says, “SMART PEOPLE ASK QUESTIONS.”