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and stones make heavy bones, so let them roll right off you. the more you hold, the less you’re bold and lose what is inside you.
By Elaina on 07.17.2011
I have learned how to use chopsticks. I feel like I have learned something from another culture, another city, another state. Which is true. And I want to continue doing that. I want to travel the world, learn things from other cultures, learn languages, teach my own languages. I want to eat different foods and make foods I have mastered. And yes, I’ll make mistakes, but that’s okay. I’ll learn how to fix those mistakes by myself, and learn a thing or two. And maybe I’ll be defeated a few times, but I’ll learn to pick myself up and continue.
By Rukia on 07.17.2011
they have lipsticks oy yeah yeah …. Jedward should have won the Eurovision Song Contest 2011.
By Gaehl on 07.17.2011
They say sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will never hurt. That is probably the biggest lie ever told. When we are young, they shouldn’t try and sugar-coat everything. Why not just blatantly tell us that life is painful? Why not tell us that people will hurt us? Why not tell us that no matter how much sorrow and pain we go through, it will be worth it. Life is always worth it.
By Breanna URL on 07.17.2011
By Eunice on 07.17.2011
and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt me–whoever said that was full of it–words do hurt, but stick bugs don’t. My mom had kittens who love to eat stick bugs, they just pick it up and grind.
By Deanda Jones on 07.17.2011
Placement, velocity, motion, all shaping and spilling. Things being thrown, gentle notches being made in stoic trees. Let’s rotate together, spin spin, blood begins to pour, scrapes are made, we fall to the floor, curaga. . .let’s all spin again, the sticks can be our starting point.
By Abbey URL on 07.17.2011
“sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me,” the young girl recited, tears welling up in her eyes.
“a broken bone hurts a lot, lemme tell you,” said the older man.
“i’m not afraid,” the little girl lied.
“you should be,” said the man.
By mary kate URL on 07.17.2011
If “sticks and stones can break your bones, but words can never hurt you,” WHY does it feel like my heart is breaking in two? When Donovan called me stupid, I knew he wasn’t right…. or was he? Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Jenny, and I am just about to enter the 10th grade.
By Karen Greenberg URL on 07.17.2011
and stones will break my bones but words will never hurt me. sounds like it would be a cool tv series, maybe a sister of weeds? that one sticks game we used to play in india, i forgot how to play it but we also played this marble game. it was fun, kept you entertained.
By ssek on 07.17.2011
Sticks. I’m tempted to say, “sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” But that isn’t necessarily true…even though it’s probably the first thing most people think when they see this word. That homily “sticks” with one, doesn’t it? What else can I say about sticks?
By Bruce on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones…
I was recently thinking about a friend I had when I was young. Maybe six or seven years old? (I seem to have a lot of memories from around that age and younger) She told me she knew how to make a fire and I wanted to see. *I* would never make one because I didn’t know how and I knew it was dangerous. But heck, if SHE knew how and had done it before…
She said she shouldn’t because she’d get in trouble and her mother would hit her with a spoon (apparently it was a large slotted spoon that hurt.) and I, being the good friend that I was, continued pushing her to make a fire anyway and just not get caught!
She did eventually. (How horrible am I? But I was so curious! I thought it would be so cool to have a small little fire with sticks! Like a campfire! But smaller!) We got a few sticks -twigs really- she cleared away a small section of grass, which I didn’t even realize was something that needed to be done. She really *had* done this before, and I was learning a lot! Once there was a small patch of opened dirt, we put the twigs in and she nervously lit some matches. She was very quiet and kept looking up to see if her mother was coming, -afraid she was going to get caught.
*I* had no fear at all. It wasn’t my parents. I’d never been caught playing with fire and whacked with a spoon, so I didn’t have a real frame of reference for that. I didn’t think at all about her. My thought was “She knows how to do it, she’s done it before, just don’t get caught and you don’t get hit by the spoon! No big deal!”
I’m sure this is the part where you’re expecting me to say that something disastrous happened and we learned some valuable lesson. – Sorry. It didn’t. She made a small fire, I was TOTALLY impressed, then she put it out less than a minute later, covered it with dirt, and we went back to the rest of our play date.
As I’ve been writing this, and remembering how quiet and hesitant she was, I’ve been thinking about how terrible I was and what a bad position I put her pressuring her like that – I DID keep pushing her to do it! And yet, if memory serves me correctly, (and I believe it does) she had the matches already in her pocket! I think that’s how the whole subject came up!
Gosh I hope no kids read this!
By Noisy Quiet URL on 07.17.2011
I found a stick. I have a stick collection. I have long ones, short ones, all kinds of lengths. They come off of trees. I really like to make them into different things. I find them everywhere. It’s really cool because I can use them for snowmen, build all sorts of things, reuse them, plus it gets them out of the yard, so I have no chores. I keep them in a giant box in my room. I probably have like over 200 sticks. Its awesome. I love collecting them.
By Alyssa on 07.17.2011
I always did like sticks. As a kid I would pick up any long stick or broom handle and pretend it was my trusty staff. I don’t really know what it was about them that made me like them so much but whatever. I guess I’ll have to get myself a real trusty bo staff
By Reginald URL on 07.17.2011
I was so angry I wanted to break anything and everything I could find in the room. I punched an LCD monitor, I threw a ceramic coaster, I attempted to bend drum sticks in half… After all that exasperated energy was spent, I was still furious and nothing was broken. Maybe I should consider changing careers.
By Nicholas on 07.17.2011
and stones will break my bones. brown. living. dead. wood. brittle. knobby. hurtful. growth. friends of life. park. tree. campfire. love. marshmallows.
By anna on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stone may break my bones
but words will never hurt me
except they do.
They break your soul and crush it into dust
beneath the endless volley of rocks
and the abject horror of a person
left alone in the cold
By Beebee URL on 07.17.2011
‘Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.’ Frankly, it’s true. I sure as Hell don’t care about whatever nonsense idiotic people might call me. I just stick with my friends – the ones who love me.
By Vanatron URL on 07.17.2011
Things I used to peel the bark off. It’s quite addicting, actually, to peel the bark off sticks from trees with peelable bark.
What the second little piggie’s house was made of.
Small dead things off a tree. Well, small compared to some branches.
By Allison on 07.17.2011
Sticks are usually used to build houses, and tools. Actually most commonly, they’re used for beatings. Another kind of tool I guess. So what was it first? When that first caveman picked up a stick? What did he do with it? Or was he mad at someone first. And grabbed whatever was around?
By Sam Wezensky URL on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me. I want to stick around but I have to go, im on to the next one. I got to stick it to ’em. You know that hater shit dont stick to me ya feel me I was born to be a soldier. Midwest stick together how they gone stop us.
By Deatrice on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. what bullcrap is that? of course words hurt, even more than sticks. dad kicked me with his steel toed boots and that hurt, but his words accompanying them made them hurt even more. mom’s words belittling me hurt and sting me to this day. my kids fight over words.
By Michelle Chandler on 07.17.2011
Sticks is that of what I don’t know. I could build a house out of stick. Some strong, some weak. It is the world of wood in which the sticks are slaves!
By Tyler Mitchell on 07.17.2011
Pickupsticks, a good game for young children to play. More educational and helpful in life than any of the ‘lifelike’ board games such as Monopoly or Life. Because learning to make a careful balance, without upending one thing accidentally whilst trying to correct another, is what you really need to know. I wish I’d spent more time playing and practicing that.
By Jaylee on 07.17.2011
Colors stick out in the black and white life we endure. Optimism. Happiness. Hope. All these vivid colors seem to jump off the pages of history. Rare.
By FaridaEzzat on 07.17.2011
the simple idem of nature found anywhere and everywhere used for simple creations leading to more complex inventions for example the bow and arrow to the cross bow
By nathin on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones. Not legit. Words do hurt. I know from experience. My best friend committed suicide from the hurtful things said to her.
By Diana on 07.17.2011
sticks and stones! so flammable, so immutable. something that came to mind immediately, and i wouldn’t be surprised if that was the same for every entry today. sticks. like dried bones. thin, long, broken. dead because they are detached from the life-giving tree. once we are separate from the living God we also become dried up bones.
By jen on 07.17.2011
sticks and stones may break my bones
but your cheating heart has cut me
cut me so badly i don’t know if I’ll ever recover
there will forever be a scar from your betrayal
but I pray to God that I can learn to forgive you someday
and continue to love you the way I use to
By Amy Brookins URL on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones may brake my bones, but this cliche has been used ten million times. Need to learn something new and get more creative.
By Daniel URL on 07.17.2011
kathleen listened to mister ratchet has he talked of cancer sticks and other such nonsense.she just wanted to know how and why bogan blew up the ship.
By The Fake Dann URL on 07.17.2011
sticks are fun to play with; you can throw them around, trip people, poke people, hurt people, over all they are fun. too bad, if you poke someone’s eye out and cause them to bleed to death or have a brain tumor and get sued. sticks, sticks, sticks. i can write all day about sticks and how they can be used as weapons, tools and just get you into trouble.
By Marisol on 07.17.2011
Sticks are enjoyable and pokey. They are often brown and gray. Which is awesoem.. I do believe it is their intent to take over the world. Which would be good. We should help speed this process along by making more and more sticks. This is done through tree planting and through refusing to poke badgers with sticks that are currently in existence.
By Autum on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones may break my bones
but words will forever hurt me
Say the phrase
you’re out to really destroy me
By Laneic L URL on 07.17.2011
sticks are very widely found around the world, if we harnessed the raw energy of these “sticks” we could possibly enhance the worlds fuel consumsion. Think about it lets just burn sticks to fuel our engines, it would take some work but eh so did everything right?
By Kai May on 07.17.2011
Sticks and stones may break my bones but…
…words will never hurt me.
…whips and chains excite me.
By jspeed29 URL on 07.17.2011
sticks and stones will break my bones and so do your words. they cut like knives as you hurl them at me, insensitive of how i am relating to you right at this moment. you know nothing and you are nothing and all i can think about is how you are everything. everything to me and you really shouldn’t be at all. goodbye.
By sarah t. URL on 07.17.2011
He picked up sticks all day long, thinking that was what he was supposed to do. He copied all the dogs in the neighbourhood, although for some reason, he knew not to stick them in his mouth. He would just find them and take them home, leaving them in a small pile by the front door for Derek to find when he came home from work.
Derek was never pleased, never patted him on the head. He just would bend down, pick up the stick, and throw it back out into the garden.
By rolo on 07.17.2011
Sticks, not to be confused with stick bugs, are always there when you need them. If you’re getting attacked by a snake or a wolf, you can grab a stick and poke at them, then throw the stick really hard at their head, and book it for all it’s worth.
You will only do this if you failed to make a bad map in the sand with your stick.
By foreverclown URL on 07.17.2011
Sticks are like a magical wand! Sticks and imagination is all you need to make a magical wand though!!! Without sticks the world would go crazy!!!! Even the most absurd things wouldn’t exist!!! Just remember to always use sticks for useful things. Like fires if you are freezing in the middle of nowhere!!!! GOOD LUCK WITH STICKS!!!!
By Kirsten on 07.17.2011
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