We blame the rain for our moods, bitter and cold, or perhaps suffocating and unbearably heated. What if, however, our moods can be blamed for the rain? When everything already appears hilariously terrible, it starts raining (could it get any worse?), but now the term cliche is moot. No poorly written drama guides the droplets to the ground. We call upon the rain ourselves, lords of the sky.
Blamed cant tell for a second glance to have thought for a minute did it cant take it back so what now i stand and for where i might travel and die to lay and forget the blueish sky with my hands and eyes that see my life that must start or end with a atom hydrogen bomb explodes and wipes out my thoughts and recollections that have and havent existed yet cant comprehend the jazz sax that wails GIT DOWN DOG! YOU CANT BE UP HERE! pushes me off and smacks my arm with a ruler and history novel knocks sense into my bones break CRACK! tie em up with some red yarn and crochet dead skin cells so i can stay warm or else freeze on the side of the road dead ends cause its too lazy to go up the hill and scrutinize
you blame everyone about your problems and you see in other people the things you don’t want to see in you but you know what? we’re all criticiseing other people just becouse we don’t believe in ourselves.
i blamed myself, for everything, for feeling the way that i did. its this victimization , this self pity that led to all this anguish, I cannot be content with myself until i lift all this blame. I cannot respect myself
I walked into my room
I fell on my sheets
And I cried,
Not for myself,
But for the onlookers
The grim ones
Who watched as I
Broke those two men apart
I did it to destroy them
It is their fault.
“I will not be blamed for this…this heresy!” he cried.
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “The sins of the son fall upon the shoulders of the father. Barius.” I reminded him none-to-gently.
“I am not to blame for my son’s treachery!”
“Wrong!” I said, slamming my fists against the arms of my chair. “If you had raised him to respect crown and country, this would never have happened.”
“Your majesty, please; I beg of you. I have dedicated my LIFE to your servic-”
“Our judgment is final.” I said, cutting him off.
Blame is a terrible thing. It can eat at you when you are doing nothing wrong. It can ruin your good mood with a single thought. We all blame ourselves for things we have no fault for. We all are too hard on ourselves, and especially on the choices that we’ve made. Who hasn’t blamed their past for something in their present? I know I have.
i can blame the world for what is happening to me, but than would be to selfish. i do know now that is all me ..all what i ma , all what i will be, is on me. I should be happy that i am finding myself again, trying different skin to see what fit the best.
“It’s your fault”- they kept saying. I wish I could silence them, shut my brain down and never hear from them again. But I’m afraid I’ll may be weak without them and there’s no one else to blame but me.
I get blamed for everything. It’s a shame it really is because its pointless. Why is blame a word? Most people who blame are hated. I hate being blamed, being blamed will just cause a rage inside me that will and has never been seen before. I have blamed people before but I’m not proud of it. What does blaming give you? The proud look, yes. But, it isn’t cute anymore. When your blaming you are not telling someone what you saw was wrong. Your telling someone a lie, just to get the pride of it. What insolence it makes me sick. I’m not blamer, are you? You receive nothing from blaming, and it’s far different from telling what’s right. People who blame think they have the pride to point out people’s issues, their flaws and all. But what about them?
It’s my fault. It’s always my fault. I didn’t do anything. I saw her kill Jessica. My best friend. I would never do that. How could anyone thin anything so awful?
I am not to be blamed, right? This was out of my hands. Sure, it was my decision in the beginning whether or not to go ahead with this project, but this… what happened, that is… it was inevitable. Besides, no one could have predicted this horrific outcome. So it’s not my fault, right…?
what is blame? why do we blame? I don’t like to be blamed, so why do I do it? I think I know why. It’s because someone always did something. Things are always happening. I don’t know. Who knows?
I don’t even know why they thought I did it. It isn’t me. I’m not like that. They have this terrible misconception that I am a horrible person. They think I’m a liar. A cheat. But I’m not. And I’ll show them I’m not.
I don’t even know why they thought I did it. It isn’t me. I’m not like that. They have this terrible misconception that I am a horrible person. They think I’m a liar. A cheat. But I’m not. And I’ll show them I’m not.
You can blame me all you want. I am trying. There are times when I feel like I can do what I set out to do, what I am supposed to do. Then there are times when I feel like everything and anything that isn’t me gets in the way, and then I get to blaming you and, ultimately, blaming me for what I have yet to accomplish.
I feel like I’m blamed for a lot of things that aren’t my fault. is everything my fault? ugh. I found this website a little bit ago and i love it. so fun. such a nice way to relax. what is relaxing when i still have so much shit to do, though. how frustrating. I just want everything to slow down a bit so i could really enjoy it. I’m moving far far away in less than a month. am i ready for it? can i be this far from everything that i know? everyone that i know and love? do i have it in me to do this. the most nerve wracking part of it all; leaving my dog at home with my parents, brother and sister. my dog is my girl.
she looked me in the eyes, hurt, ashamed, sorrowful; she was pushing the weight of the world on with me, and I was helpless, my lies just silent whispers against her shattered breathing.
i’m blamed for doing things i didn’t even do, or i’d better say people blame me for things that aren’t such a big deal. people shouldn’t blame other people for stuff that’s nothing to blame someone for
When somebody is unwilling to accept responsibility. Often selfish and immature. The person who is blamed could be vulnerable and feel victimised. They may resent the blamer. One must suffer the consequences of their actions and not try to deflect them on someone else. If you are blamed it is possible you have done something wrong, you are not necessarily innocent. I have been blamed for things and that blame often turns out to be justified. Being blamed for something I haven’t done makes me angry and sad. Now that i’m older and more maature I make more effort to stand up to things I have done and face the music..or alternatively do my utmost to avoid repeating mistakes so I won’t be blamed. A famous saying is blame it on the weatheman. When the forecast is wrong or it is raining it is the weatherman’s fault. B*witched wrote a song about it so it must be true. Blamer, blamee, blamed are probably non-existent derivatives of blamed. I want this task to finish soon or I can’t be held accountable for my actions or in other words I can’t be blamed. Words that rhyme with blamed are shamed, famed, maimed. There are many more but I am too tired to think.
He looked at her, confusion etched across his face. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me – it’s not my fault, you know.”
She glared at him in turn, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Then whose fault is it?” Her expression cracked, and he caught a glimpse of the hurt in her eyes before she steeled herself again. “I never thought it’d be you.”
He looked at her, confusion etched across his face. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me – it’s not my fault, you know.”
She glared at him in turn, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Then whose fault is it?” Her expression cracked, and he caught a glimpse of the hurt in her eyes before she steeled herself again. “I never thought it’d be you.”
Who is to be blamed
For thirteen hour sunsets
Melted light brown sugar
Bee stings, bug bites, snakes
Sand too hot to tread
Waves too cold to swim
Carpet burn
Eclipses
Alarms that don’t go off
And death?
But who is too be blamed
For the mornings when we do wake up?
Jose was fired on the day of his daughter’s quincenera, because Michael wanted a perfect record on the assembly line. He had never made a mistake, Michael, and was in the running for the 25 dollar gift certificate that was the first prize for employee of the month. Jose had come in late twice that week, because his son was afraid to go to school. But when the microwaves came out faulty, someone had to take the fall.
Michael got his gift certificate,
And Jose got the boot.
blame is somethign we all do, most people blame others. Some people blame ourselves. Inevitably we’re all biased, we blame someone, something, someplace, somewhere.
When we can muster up the courage to think rationally the reason why something occurs isn’t down to one specific event it’s down to a
blame is somethign we all do, most people blame others. Some people blame ourselves. Inevitably we’re all biased, we blame someone, something, someplace, somewhere.
When we can muster up the courage to think rationally the reason why something occurs isn’t down to one specific event it’s down to a
I feel blamed for the problems that people claim. Blamed if I do and blamed if I do not. It’s a question of whether my blame is shared or individual. Blame after all is in the eye of the beholder. Blame is also something that is given freely but taken with hesitation. Blame me for something and I may not agree.
She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.
She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.
to think about the word blamed is a crazy thought indeed. you can be blamed for happy things. you can be blamed for cruel things. you can be blamed for taking the life of one, or giving life to another. i cannot conceived the possibilities of the word blame, just that there is many.
“I blame you!” I shouted. “You were the one who told me that you loved me, you were the one who kissed me back! If you didn’t love me, you should have never kissed me back!”
Kiran stood in front of me, eyes downcast but face taut. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done.
So lonely. So shy. Ella used to sit alone in the lunchroom in a yellow chair by the window. She didn’t talk much and she stuttered when she did. She was the perfect victim.
Or the perfect perpetrator. Nobody knew her well enough to speak in her defense. Especially, when Ella seemed unwilling to do so for herself. Nobody really cared. It was nice the incident had been cleaned up quickly. Such a horrible thing to happen.
They didn’t care about the truth. They were content to gossip about the affair. They wanted someone to be angry at.
They wanted to seem quick-witted and to say, “I never liked her.”
Or fish for sympathy when they declared, “Ella?! I would have never have guessed she could be capable of such a thing.”
But she wasn’t, the police quickly found. Yet she took the blame quietly.
I was blamed for it all. It was my mistake but I did not act alone. It was your mistake as well as mine but of course you come away clean and I’m stuck here with the weight of our mess solely on my shoulders
We blame the rain for our moods, bitter and cold, or perhaps suffocating and unbearably heated. What if, however, our moods can be blamed for the rain? When everything already appears hilariously terrible, it starts raining (could it get any worse?), but now the term cliche is moot. No poorly written drama guides the droplets to the ground. We call upon the rain ourselves, lords of the sky.
Some stream of consciousness writing…
Blamed cant tell for a second glance to have thought for a minute did it cant take it back so what now i stand and for where i might travel and die to lay and forget the blueish sky with my hands and eyes that see my life that must start or end with a atom hydrogen bomb explodes and wipes out my thoughts and recollections that have and havent existed yet cant comprehend the jazz sax that wails GIT DOWN DOG! YOU CANT BE UP HERE! pushes me off and smacks my arm with a ruler and history novel knocks sense into my bones break CRACK! tie em up with some red yarn and crochet dead skin cells so i can stay warm or else freeze on the side of the road dead ends cause its too lazy to go up the hill and scrutinize
just blame on me all the things that are happening to you now but darling you know it’s not my fault
you blame everyone about your problems and you see in other people the things you don’t want to see in you but you know what? we’re all criticiseing other people just becouse we don’t believe in ourselves.
i blamed myself, for everything, for feeling the way that i did. its this victimization , this self pity that led to all this anguish, I cannot be content with myself until i lift all this blame. I cannot respect myself
I walked into my room
I fell on my sheets
And I cried,
Not for myself,
But for the onlookers
The grim ones
Who watched as I
Broke those two men apart
I did it to destroy them
It is their fault.
“I will not be blamed for this…this heresy!” he cried.
I barely resisted the urge to roll my eyes. “The sins of the son fall upon the shoulders of the father. Barius.” I reminded him none-to-gently.
“I am not to blame for my son’s treachery!”
“Wrong!” I said, slamming my fists against the arms of my chair. “If you had raised him to respect crown and country, this would never have happened.”
“Your majesty, please; I beg of you. I have dedicated my LIFE to your servic-”
“Our judgment is final.” I said, cutting him off.
I am blamed for my feelings.
Red rash flushed upon my cheeks.
Not being able to control the fear I have
Of seeing you staring down at me.
Who you are,
Is really an unpretty picture
When I see you at your worst
And at your best… is never there.
Blame is a terrible thing. It can eat at you when you are doing nothing wrong. It can ruin your good mood with a single thought. We all blame ourselves for things we have no fault for. We all are too hard on ourselves, and especially on the choices that we’ve made. Who hasn’t blamed their past for something in their present? I know I have.
i can blame the world for what is happening to me, but than would be to selfish. i do know now that is all me ..all what i ma , all what i will be, is on me. I should be happy that i am finding myself again, trying different skin to see what fit the best.
“It’s your fault”- they kept saying. I wish I could silence them, shut my brain down and never hear from them again. But I’m afraid I’ll may be weak without them and there’s no one else to blame but me.
I get blamed for everything. It’s a shame it really is because its pointless. Why is blame a word? Most people who blame are hated. I hate being blamed, being blamed will just cause a rage inside me that will and has never been seen before. I have blamed people before but I’m not proud of it. What does blaming give you? The proud look, yes. But, it isn’t cute anymore. When your blaming you are not telling someone what you saw was wrong. Your telling someone a lie, just to get the pride of it. What insolence it makes me sick. I’m not blamer, are you? You receive nothing from blaming, and it’s far different from telling what’s right. People who blame think they have the pride to point out people’s issues, their flaws and all. But what about them?
It’s my fault. It’s always my fault. I didn’t do anything. I saw her kill Jessica. My best friend. I would never do that. How could anyone thin anything so awful?
I am not to be blamed, right? This was out of my hands. Sure, it was my decision in the beginning whether or not to go ahead with this project, but this… what happened, that is… it was inevitable. Besides, no one could have predicted this horrific outcome. So it’s not my fault, right…?
what is blame? why do we blame? I don’t like to be blamed, so why do I do it? I think I know why. It’s because someone always did something. Things are always happening. I don’t know. Who knows?
I don’t even know why they thought I did it. It isn’t me. I’m not like that. They have this terrible misconception that I am a horrible person. They think I’m a liar. A cheat. But I’m not. And I’ll show them I’m not.
I don’t even know why they thought I did it. It isn’t me. I’m not like that. They have this terrible misconception that I am a horrible person. They think I’m a liar. A cheat. But I’m not. And I’ll show them I’m not.
You can blame me all you want. I am trying. There are times when I feel like I can do what I set out to do, what I am supposed to do. Then there are times when I feel like everything and anything that isn’t me gets in the way, and then I get to blaming you and, ultimately, blaming me for what I have yet to accomplish.
I stood
watching flames lick at the side of my house
yellow blue brown black
I wept
feeling blame creep into each part of my brain
young beautiful boy black
you say i’m wrong
i dare you to say otherwise
what if i was right
and you were not
or that small chance
that perhaps
just maybe
we were both wrong
you say i’m wrong
i dare you to say otherwise
what if i was right
and you were not
or that small chance
that perhaps
just maybe
we were both wrong
I feel like I’m blamed for a lot of things that aren’t my fault. is everything my fault? ugh. I found this website a little bit ago and i love it. so fun. such a nice way to relax. what is relaxing when i still have so much shit to do, though. how frustrating. I just want everything to slow down a bit so i could really enjoy it. I’m moving far far away in less than a month. am i ready for it? can i be this far from everything that i know? everyone that i know and love? do i have it in me to do this. the most nerve wracking part of it all; leaving my dog at home with my parents, brother and sister. my dog is my girl.
she looked me in the eyes, hurt, ashamed, sorrowful; she was pushing the weight of the world on with me, and I was helpless, my lies just silent whispers against her shattered breathing.
i’m blamed for doing things i didn’t even do, or i’d better say people blame me for things that aren’t such a big deal. people shouldn’t blame other people for stuff that’s nothing to blame someone for
When somebody is unwilling to accept responsibility. Often selfish and immature. The person who is blamed could be vulnerable and feel victimised. They may resent the blamer. One must suffer the consequences of their actions and not try to deflect them on someone else. If you are blamed it is possible you have done something wrong, you are not necessarily innocent. I have been blamed for things and that blame often turns out to be justified. Being blamed for something I haven’t done makes me angry and sad. Now that i’m older and more maature I make more effort to stand up to things I have done and face the music..or alternatively do my utmost to avoid repeating mistakes so I won’t be blamed. A famous saying is blame it on the weatheman. When the forecast is wrong or it is raining it is the weatherman’s fault. B*witched wrote a song about it so it must be true. Blamer, blamee, blamed are probably non-existent derivatives of blamed. I want this task to finish soon or I can’t be held accountable for my actions or in other words I can’t be blamed. Words that rhyme with blamed are shamed, famed, maimed. There are many more but I am too tired to think.
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her, confusion etched across his face. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me – it’s not my fault, you know.”
She glared at him in turn, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Then whose fault is it?” Her expression cracked, and he caught a glimpse of the hurt in her eyes before she steeled herself again. “I never thought it’d be you.”
“What do you mean?”
He looked at her, confusion etched across his face. “I don’t know why you’re blaming me – it’s not my fault, you know.”
She glared at him in turn, fists clenched tightly at her sides. “Then whose fault is it?” Her expression cracked, and he caught a glimpse of the hurt in her eyes before she steeled herself again. “I never thought it’d be you.”
Who is to be blamed
For thirteen hour sunsets
Melted light brown sugar
Bee stings, bug bites, snakes
Sand too hot to tread
Waves too cold to swim
Carpet burn
Eclipses
Alarms that don’t go off
And death?
But who is too be blamed
For the mornings when we do wake up?
Jose was fired on the day of his daughter’s quincenera, because Michael wanted a perfect record on the assembly line. He had never made a mistake, Michael, and was in the running for the 25 dollar gift certificate that was the first prize for employee of the month. Jose had come in late twice that week, because his son was afraid to go to school. But when the microwaves came out faulty, someone had to take the fall.
Michael got his gift certificate,
And Jose got the boot.
blame is somethign we all do, most people blame others. Some people blame ourselves. Inevitably we’re all biased, we blame someone, something, someplace, somewhere.
When we can muster up the courage to think rationally the reason why something occurs isn’t down to one specific event it’s down to a
blame is somethign we all do, most people blame others. Some people blame ourselves. Inevitably we’re all biased, we blame someone, something, someplace, somewhere.
When we can muster up the courage to think rationally the reason why something occurs isn’t down to one specific event it’s down to a
I feel blamed for the problems that people claim. Blamed if I do and blamed if I do not. It’s a question of whether my blame is shared or individual. Blame after all is in the eye of the beholder. Blame is also something that is given freely but taken with hesitation. Blame me for something and I may not agree.
She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.
She blamed him for what he did. For the damage he caused. For how he hurt her. How could he? Maybe she was to blame as well. There was that one time…and that other time. No! It was completely his fault. She would forever blame him.
If you are being blamed for a crime you did commit then you probably deserve to be, not because you did it but because you didn’t fess up…
to think about the word blamed is a crazy thought indeed. you can be blamed for happy things. you can be blamed for cruel things. you can be blamed for taking the life of one, or giving life to another. i cannot conceived the possibilities of the word blame, just that there is many.
“I blame you!” I shouted. “You were the one who told me that you loved me, you were the one who kissed me back! If you didn’t love me, you should have never kissed me back!”
Kiran stood in front of me, eyes downcast but face taut. He wasn’t sorry for what he had done.
So lonely. So shy. Ella used to sit alone in the lunchroom in a yellow chair by the window. She didn’t talk much and she stuttered when she did. She was the perfect victim.
Or the perfect perpetrator. Nobody knew her well enough to speak in her defense. Especially, when Ella seemed unwilling to do so for herself. Nobody really cared. It was nice the incident had been cleaned up quickly. Such a horrible thing to happen.
They didn’t care about the truth. They were content to gossip about the affair. They wanted someone to be angry at.
They wanted to seem quick-witted and to say, “I never liked her.”
Or fish for sympathy when they declared, “Ella?! I would have never have guessed she could be capable of such a thing.”
But she wasn’t, the police quickly found. Yet she took the blame quietly.
She never spoke a word.
I was blamed for it all. It was my mistake but I did not act alone. It was your mistake as well as mine but of course you come away clean and I’m stuck here with the weight of our mess solely on my shoulders
I chased the fly ball to the warning track.My toe caught a divot and I tripped and fell.