I understood my mother today
but didn’t understand why my friend didn’t get my point.
He doesn’t understand what I mean
I don’t get it
I don’t understand
I understood that it was going to be a problem, but did not care. I still wanted to follow the plan, to see if we could do it and to try and make things work despite the difficulties. No one else was willing, and this bothered me.
“Love?” Thorn scoffed, almost offended at the word that had suddenly began to bombard her every day. “Why? I have never been able to understand that word.” Ja’k looked at her, hurt but coy all the same. “I’ll teach you.” He said softly, gently brushing a bang from her cheek with a softness that didn’t exist in their world.
entender lo que siento es saber quién soy es leer en ingles y escribir en otro idioma. Entiendo lo qeu dice, pero no em aprece apropiado escribir y no pensar. Justamente el art de escribir es lo contrario. Pensar, escribir, borrar y escribir.
I will never be understood. I give meaningless apologies to small-minded people; hide my worlds from strangers; only show myself to few friends. If anyone truly knew, the world would be an entirely different place.
All I could possibly have understood is that my time on this earth is limited. I really hope that when all is said and done that the summation of my individual moments will amount to a reasonable reason for existence.
What is understood? What does it mean to be understood? Nobody is really, truly understood because of the vast differences of the human persona. Nobody is ever completely understood.
it was all in his body language, roll of the eyes, look at the watch, hands run through the hair, deep sigh.
i understood it would be a long testing night, no time for stupid questions or silly comments to lightened the mood.
The car had never been so silently loud, never had been this tense, my body had never felt so paralyzed.
tonight he would receive all the power, just as he had wanted.
She listened to the words that came out of his mouth, but as far as he could tell, still wasn’t able to convey that she understood them. It was a shame, really. She had been such a perfectly sweet girl before being reduced to the brain damaged husk of a person she now was.
He understood what it was like to stand at the top of the trees with the wind whistling softly though the branches and leaves and the night sky bearing gently down on him. It was a feeling of peace, of sincerity. Wholeness. Clarity. There was a feeling of being one, being calm and collected. He was at peace because he understood. He understood himself, at least, even if no one else did and even if he didn’t understand anyone else. It was this solitude, but this peace.
I logged on earlier today to check the word of the day and upon the discovery of today’s entry I immediately closed my browser. I think there’s a part of me that’s afraid of writing about understanding, for fear of being misunderstood. And there’s another part of me that says that I have no idea what the word even means anymore. And it’s true. That much I know.
He looked at her, and he understood. Her eyes darted back and forth between his face and the ground, never meeting his. And he understood. He let out a long sigh, partly of sadness and partly of relief. So she was gone. He had seen it coming. In fact, she had been gone for a long time now. Physically, of course, she had been there, but emotionally, not at all. He had become accustomed to blank stares and half-hearted smiles, wistful gazes out of windows in the middle of conversations, constant fidgeting whenever she was near him.
i am not. i am the epitome of misunderstood. not meant to be taken as a typical woe is me i’m misunderstood. but i’m different. i’m unique. i take things and make them mine. no one understands me because i’m not like everyone else. i am myself. no conformity.
I understood that the day i was born was the very beginning of my life. I got out of that womb and from then I, I understood that that day, that one fateful day, was the day peace will be finally brought to the Earth… How wrong I was. I didn’t understand however, that this was not possible.
Every one says “I want to be under stood”. And I can’t help but agree with the rest of them. I want peo ple to know my inner desires. I want peo ple to know my thoughts; my fears; it all! Okay, now that I say that, it scares the hell out of me. Maybe I don’t want to be under stood. Maybe I want to hide behind a facade of well-being.
Sometimes I yearn to be understood. Standing alone, a fern among flowers, I try to be strong but no one sees me like I am. They don’t understand moira. So I’ll build a ladder to the sky and when I rreach the top, I’m gonna fly. Soar above the flowers who will never understand.
Impossible. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use it in complete faith. There will always be some factor passed over, which seems unimportant the first go around, the second and third, and forever after.
Everyone says “I want to be understood”. And I can’t help but agree with the rest of them. I want people to know my inner desires. I want people to know my thoughts; my fears; it all! Okay, now that I say that, it scares the hell out of me. Maybe I don’t want to be understood. Maybe I want to hide behind a facade of well-being.
I understand that I have no feelings about this word. I don’t even know what I’m writing. What is understood. I wish that I understood about my own life. I with I understood my body because it’s so medically complicated. It’s all I think about. Medical shit, medical shit, medical shit. it’s ridiculous. My body is full of pills and pills and more pills that I take and don’t even know what they do. Pills. I always write about pills, going back to pills. I wish I understood why I’m so lonely. Well I guess I understand that but I wish I understood why nobody would fix it for me.
i understand i have understood i know what you mean ….k=dot dot dot, not much else to say. youunderstand what im saying? or have you understood. language means past prestent tense… language is created by ideas or are ideas created by language? is this a problem? could it be the limits of culture or socitey? is it what binds us to what we think> am i bullshitting right now> ithink thats what i am getting a degree in . bullshitting
You never understood me even when I tried to paint it in black and white for you. I was always the who got bullied in school and it fucked me up. And you, yes you! You beat me and verbally abused me for years, yet my mother never listened. No one ever listens to what I have to say. I feel so misunderstood. I’m not tough. I’m not mean. I just wnat someone to break down my walls.
Maybe I don’t understand. Maybe I’m as clueless as the rest of the world. They’re oblivious. Those that have perfect lives don’t know what it’s like to experience pain, depression, or anything. They don’t know how I feel, and I hope, they never have to.
She understood him now. His actions these past few days, his unusual silence. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” and when he uttered those words, she felt her whole world crashing around her, falling to bits and pieces. What was he saying? And she understood, it wasn’t her fault, it was their parent’s. “I don’t think I can bear to see our family tearing apart…” Kyle said, and she realized that he had made a decision. He had made the ultimate decision to take his own life, an unforgivable sin.
“Why?” but he just turned away.
Hey honey, just so we’re understood. I came here for the free bananas. You touch me again I won’t hesitate to show you why they call me Demon Delores. You capiche? I love bananas, but they gotta be yellow. Capiche?
I don’t think I am ever understood
people take my ideas in different ways
good ways bad ways, many unexpected ways
people don’t know the way i think
only I know what I mean
people may think they know, but really do they?
who knows..
I don’t think I am ever totally understood.
Both you and I understood that you hurt me, but I don’t think you understood what you did. And I guess it’ll never be resolved. Because everything I try to make you understand is just an understatement; I’m too afraid to just say it.
Someone understood what I had said, finally. I was no longer the only one, my logic wasn’t illogical. I had been looking, searching for some time for just another individual out there who UNDERSTOOD me. Someone on the same page, someone that just knew.
Understood is what I wish some people could do. They often can’t understand why I am upset, or why they are being bad friends. That really peeves me off. I wish people would understand the effects of their actions. I think that if people could look at their actions back like on videotape, but would have understood why I can be upset at them sometimes. This is really hard challenge to
when i saw him and took his smile, assimilated it into myself, i felt the rush of oceans and winds and the lull of warmed halycon grass with the chatter of mountain crags and heard warm skin brush with mine. beaten back were they who numbed me and found me quiet and dispondent and strong i grew and enveloped the world.
We all looked at the mish mash that was my art project. Goddamn it was awful. Nothing about showed any care to medium, nor symbolism, nor composition. It was nothing short of awful, but one of my friends claimed to have understood it perfectly. It was a revealing of my inner-self, he had said.
My mother never understood me any better than I understood her. We were two mysteries like a pair of dueling pistols found under a rock on the beach inside a velvet lined case well worn and blood spattered and of no value to anyone in particular. Just each other. And the two men with their backs to one another pacing in opposite directions on a round planet called Earth.
He understood what all of it meant, but it wasn’t registering properly. The moment he looked at her he could tell that something was wrong. She turned away from him, averting her eyes. Everything was changing in their world together. They only had a limited amount of time before it was all over.
I don’t think anyone can understand anything. On a literal level, can we understand? Or can we only stand under the great weight of our ignorance, the great weight of the universe and all of its atoms? I never understood atoms. I took a chemistry class, and learned all about them, but all I know is they can be rearranged into anything, and everything, like an incomprehensible anagram.
I understood what she said, but my heart wouldn’t let me believe it. She always did that – she’d try and find logic in illogical phenomena. I say, to hell with logic, its about emotion now. But she never understood that.
she never understood
it was all so confusing to her
people would try to explain why she was the way she was
but she just shrugged them off
she didn’t WANT to understand
she’d much rather make things up and believe whatever she wanted
she never understood
she never wanted to understand
I understood my mother today
but didn’t understand why my friend didn’t get my point.
He doesn’t understand what I mean
I don’t get it
I don’t understand
I never really understood why you had to lie to me to my face, I already knew it was all about somebody else I mean, I saw you. Why lie?
I understood that it was going to be a problem, but did not care. I still wanted to follow the plan, to see if we could do it and to try and make things work despite the difficulties. No one else was willing, and this bothered me.
“Love?” Thorn scoffed, almost offended at the word that had suddenly began to bombard her every day. “Why? I have never been able to understand that word.” Ja’k looked at her, hurt but coy all the same. “I’ll teach you.” He said softly, gently brushing a bang from her cheek with a softness that didn’t exist in their world.
entender lo que siento es saber quién soy es leer en ingles y escribir en otro idioma. Entiendo lo qeu dice, pero no em aprece apropiado escribir y no pensar. Justamente el art de escribir es lo contrario. Pensar, escribir, borrar y escribir.
I will never be understood. I give meaningless apologies to small-minded people; hide my worlds from strangers; only show myself to few friends. If anyone truly knew, the world would be an entirely different place.
All I could possibly have understood is that my time on this earth is limited. I really hope that when all is said and done that the summation of my individual moments will amount to a reasonable reason for existence.
What is understood? What does it mean to be understood? Nobody is really, truly understood because of the vast differences of the human persona. Nobody is ever completely understood.
This word it’s subjective. Two oceans trying to come together but it cannot trully achieve.
it was all in his body language, roll of the eyes, look at the watch, hands run through the hair, deep sigh.
i understood it would be a long testing night, no time for stupid questions or silly comments to lightened the mood.
The car had never been so silently loud, never had been this tense, my body had never felt so paralyzed.
tonight he would receive all the power, just as he had wanted.
She listened to the words that came out of his mouth, but as far as he could tell, still wasn’t able to convey that she understood them. It was a shame, really. She had been such a perfectly sweet girl before being reduced to the brain damaged husk of a person she now was.
in brief moments of pure magic, i feel that we are both understood in each other. the common thread is always there, but shows its face very seldom.
He understood what it was like to stand at the top of the trees with the wind whistling softly though the branches and leaves and the night sky bearing gently down on him. It was a feeling of peace, of sincerity. Wholeness. Clarity. There was a feeling of being one, being calm and collected. He was at peace because he understood. He understood himself, at least, even if no one else did and even if he didn’t understand anyone else. It was this solitude, but this peace.
I logged on earlier today to check the word of the day and upon the discovery of today’s entry I immediately closed my browser. I think there’s a part of me that’s afraid of writing about understanding, for fear of being misunderstood. And there’s another part of me that says that I have no idea what the word even means anymore. And it’s true. That much I know.
November 25th, 2010. 11:23pm.
He looked at her, and he understood. Her eyes darted back and forth between his face and the ground, never meeting his. And he understood. He let out a long sigh, partly of sadness and partly of relief. So she was gone. He had seen it coming. In fact, she had been gone for a long time now. Physically, of course, she had been there, but emotionally, not at all. He had become accustomed to blank stares and half-hearted smiles, wistful gazes out of windows in the middle of conversations, constant fidgeting whenever she was near him.
i am not. i am the epitome of misunderstood. not meant to be taken as a typical woe is me i’m misunderstood. but i’m different. i’m unique. i take things and make them mine. no one understands me because i’m not like everyone else. i am myself. no conformity.
I understood that the day i was born was the very beginning of my life. I got out of that womb and from then I, I understood that that day, that one fateful day, was the day peace will be finally brought to the Earth… How wrong I was. I didn’t understand however, that this was not possible.
Every one says “I want to be under stood”. And I can’t help but agree with the rest of them. I want peo ple to know my inner desires. I want peo ple to know my thoughts; my fears; it all! Okay, now that I say that, it scares the hell out of me. Maybe I don’t want to be under stood. Maybe I want to hide behind a facade of well-being.
Sometimes I yearn to be understood. Standing alone, a fern among flowers, I try to be strong but no one sees me like I am. They don’t understand moira. So I’ll build a ladder to the sky and when I rreach the top, I’m gonna fly. Soar above the flowers who will never understand.
Impossible. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to use it in complete faith. There will always be some factor passed over, which seems unimportant the first go around, the second and third, and forever after.
Everyone says “I want to be understood”. And I can’t help but agree with the rest of them. I want people to know my inner desires. I want people to know my thoughts; my fears; it all! Okay, now that I say that, it scares the hell out of me. Maybe I don’t want to be understood. Maybe I want to hide behind a facade of well-being.
I understand that I have no feelings about this word. I don’t even know what I’m writing. What is understood. I wish that I understood about my own life. I with I understood my body because it’s so medically complicated. It’s all I think about. Medical shit, medical shit, medical shit. it’s ridiculous. My body is full of pills and pills and more pills that I take and don’t even know what they do. Pills. I always write about pills, going back to pills. I wish I understood why I’m so lonely. Well I guess I understand that but I wish I understood why nobody would fix it for me.
It was understood. Or at least once she assumed it had been. It was impossible to tell now. She supposed it didn’t even matter anymore.
i understand i have understood i know what you mean ….k=dot dot dot, not much else to say. youunderstand what im saying? or have you understood. language means past prestent tense… language is created by ideas or are ideas created by language? is this a problem? could it be the limits of culture or socitey? is it what binds us to what we think> am i bullshitting right now> ithink thats what i am getting a degree in . bullshitting
You never understood me even when I tried to paint it in black and white for you. I was always the who got bullied in school and it fucked me up. And you, yes you! You beat me and verbally abused me for years, yet my mother never listened. No one ever listens to what I have to say. I feel so misunderstood. I’m not tough. I’m not mean. I just wnat someone to break down my walls.
Maybe I don’t understand. Maybe I’m as clueless as the rest of the world. They’re oblivious. Those that have perfect lives don’t know what it’s like to experience pain, depression, or anything. They don’t know how I feel, and I hope, they never have to.
She understood him now. His actions these past few days, his unusual silence. “I don’t want to do this anymore…” and when he uttered those words, she felt her whole world crashing around her, falling to bits and pieces. What was he saying? And she understood, it wasn’t her fault, it was their parent’s. “I don’t think I can bear to see our family tearing apart…” Kyle said, and she realized that he had made a decision. He had made the ultimate decision to take his own life, an unforgivable sin.
“Why?” but he just turned away.
Hey honey, just so we’re understood. I came here for the free bananas. You touch me again I won’t hesitate to show you why they call me Demon Delores. You capiche? I love bananas, but they gotta be yellow. Capiche?
I don’t think I am ever understood
people take my ideas in different ways
good ways bad ways, many unexpected ways
people don’t know the way i think
only I know what I mean
people may think they know, but really do they?
who knows..
I don’t think I am ever totally understood.
Both you and I understood that you hurt me, but I don’t think you understood what you did. And I guess it’ll never be resolved. Because everything I try to make you understand is just an understatement; I’m too afraid to just say it.
Someone understood what I had said, finally. I was no longer the only one, my logic wasn’t illogical. I had been looking, searching for some time for just another individual out there who UNDERSTOOD me. Someone on the same page, someone that just knew.
Understood is what I wish some people could do. They often can’t understand why I am upset, or why they are being bad friends. That really peeves me off. I wish people would understand the effects of their actions. I think that if people could look at their actions back like on videotape, but would have understood why I can be upset at them sometimes. This is really hard challenge to
when i saw him and took his smile, assimilated it into myself, i felt the rush of oceans and winds and the lull of warmed halycon grass with the chatter of mountain crags and heard warm skin brush with mine. beaten back were they who numbed me and found me quiet and dispondent and strong i grew and enveloped the world.
We all looked at the mish mash that was my art project. Goddamn it was awful. Nothing about showed any care to medium, nor symbolism, nor composition. It was nothing short of awful, but one of my friends claimed to have understood it perfectly. It was a revealing of my inner-self, he had said.
My mother never understood me any better than I understood her. We were two mysteries like a pair of dueling pistols found under a rock on the beach inside a velvet lined case well worn and blood spattered and of no value to anyone in particular. Just each other. And the two men with their backs to one another pacing in opposite directions on a round planet called Earth.
He understood what all of it meant, but it wasn’t registering properly. The moment he looked at her he could tell that something was wrong. She turned away from him, averting her eyes. Everything was changing in their world together. They only had a limited amount of time before it was all over.
I don’t think anyone can understand anything. On a literal level, can we understand? Or can we only stand under the great weight of our ignorance, the great weight of the universe and all of its atoms? I never understood atoms. I took a chemistry class, and learned all about them, but all I know is they can be rearranged into anything, and everything, like an incomprehensible anagram.
I understood what she said, but my heart wouldn’t let me believe it. She always did that – she’d try and find logic in illogical phenomena. I say, to hell with logic, its about emotion now. But she never understood that.
she never understood
it was all so confusing to her
people would try to explain why she was the way she was
but she just shrugged them off
she didn’t WANT to understand
she’d much rather make things up and believe whatever she wanted
she never understood
she never wanted to understand
that’s a funny word.. it reminds me the movie robin hood.. yeah, i’m kinda weird… but just a little bit xD