he was handed the spear, devilled
Three pronged head and demon staffed
To thrust at his enemy, the fellow
Slave that he sat by, kicking sand
At every lost moment, glances, if only for a second,
Breaking the steel bonds,
until they were callled
Out into the arena, the end of the world
The sound assaulted her the moment she stepped through the door. Hot, moist air with the bass pounding in her guts like a physical punch, the lights flashing through the darkness. She smiled and welcomed the attack, her heart beating faster. I’m home.
Something stalked me as I walked through the forrest
The attacker unseen
The assault came quickly
Even though it tried to subdue me I would not succumb easily
My fists beat like hail against the assailant
Until she became visible
She was a bloodied mess but I recognized her tribe, they had every reason to fear me
I am the one they call the Dream Walker
Because I see between worlds and I’ve walked through the folds of time
They should have known better than to send one lonely now fast-fading assassin
Even so, I don’t need their sacred blood to do what I do as I only kill when threatened.
is not at all good in any sense. if we say that it is to keep peaceful environment intact, we should also think that that this is also a means for talk at table.
The assaults came fast and furious. We thought that we would never have gotten out of that district alive. I was able to find my phone and call for help.
We all have a friend, relative or loved one who makes choices we don’t understand. The more advice we give them, the more they stubbornly stay the same. So what are we doing wrong? Why have our relationships become so difficult? Why do our loved ones resist our help, even though we are sure that we know what’s best for them?
Confusion and hurt and anger prevent us from seeing the truth:
Nothing changes until we change.
A man would only physically assault another person if he feels weak and unable to respond. Physical violence is a sign of weakness in other ways of communication, where people would use physical strength to enforce their ideas because they would be too weak to find ways otherwise.
In law, assault is a crime which involves causing a victim to apprehend violence. The term is often confused with battery, which involves physical contact. A military attack, such as one launched against a fortified area or place. An intentional act by one person that creates an apprehension in another of an imminent harmful or offensive contact.
Assaults, the first thought that comes to mind is pain, agony and specifically men overtaking women. I hate the idea of women being vulnerable and I want to so badly to see women become strong and overcome any sort of assault, specifically sexual assaults. and have the power to over come them.There is nothing worse then having to hear the pain that someone has been traumatized by some sort of assault. Often being forced to undertake such a horrible time. I worry so much about having it happen to me again that I hope I can over come it all it if were to head my way.
there was an assault some months ago, it was to me and myr fiends, it wasn’t okay, it’s still kind of scary remount to that memory, i hate them, those guys, with their face covered, i just do, don’t know for how long i will.
the smells coming from the kitchen assaulted me in a magical way. Some familiar and some which I had never encountered in my life before. I continued through the doorway from which these amazing smells were coming, and was met with an equally incredible sight that bewildered
Krista sobbed in her room for what seemed like eternity before she calmed down enough to reflect on what just happened. Her mother hit her. This…this couldn’t be happening. There was no way her loving mommy could ever be so cruel.
dave is a loud person, and it always makes jesse look over. he’s either always laughing too hard or joking too badly (because he’s only /really/ hilarious when he doesn’t mean to be), but dave always throws his head back and there are always these stupid sounds that materialize that make jesse think that dave is the human form of contagious.
on a good day, jesse will laugh, too. otherwise he would roll his eyes, make some sarcastic comment regarding dave’s immaturity, and dave would punch his arm, pout, and accuse jesse of something completely inappropriate. on one of the better days, though, while dave is echoing through the set again, jesse will turn to look, and dave will be looking right at him, too.
jesse thinks those are called inside jokes, but he doesn’t laugh at all — instead, he smiles and looks down. for somebody who’s half an inch smaller than him, dave is a big person with a lot of ammunition.
Time came and passed, and Natalie was still stuck in the precinct, combing through bad things that happened to good kids. Kids with blonde hair, sometimes, who looked like her younger brother; scrawny boys, on occasion; boys with big blue eyes or girls who loved to read.
And not one was Skylar; he never came in.
That was good, in its way — maybe he wasn’t getting hurt. But all the same, it hurt that she might never see him again.
when people deliberately hurt someone else. why do they do that? why would you want to harm someone else? bring them pain and suffering and confusion. such confusion. from both sides. don’t hurt others, please. hurting another person is wrong, or is it? no one should ver make definitive statements because sooner or later it come back to them and their a hypocrite… its all a matter of context. you can say one thing them when the time comes mean another.
hatred.
why would anyone do this. This world could be a lot bettter without it. Why woul d epople even think of doing this to one another… why?! Thats a big question I asking : “why?” Because I DONT FUCKING KNOW/
Assault on my mind. My form of being. Batteries and salt. Assault on a identity. Ass- salt . Form these frame of reference to a assault is difficult but I’m typing whatever enter my head’s I suppose this will do.
“Ass! Salt!” He yelled and ran around, a flailing mix of mischief and ignorance. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she said, hair disarray. “Ass! Salt!” He fled once more. “No, it wasn’t—” “Ass! Salt!” And he left.
The military comes to mind. Thousands and thousands and thousands of shells have been lost in assaults. It’s kind of funny how the slaughter of the enemy can jumpstart our own industries. It’s like we generate these wars to generate the economy. I know we don’t, but when I look back at my US class the thing that sticks out about the army most was how the world wars helped the US’s economy so much.
why innocent people are assulted by the stonger person and politicians because they have power its not mean they can give mentally tention or asuulted any one
assaults are unpleasent circumstances, meant to be weathered. The key is to see them as their root task, and to navigate them and surrounding emotions in a way that is beneficial; master the circumstance.
I thought about assaulting my cat once. DIDN’T! coz it’s gross!
My cat’s dead now, btw! Cancer got to him. he died wailing and his eyes were open even after it was dead.
I never tried to assault it when it lived. thought it would make a lotta noise and definitely not after it died. cause everything would get all squishy and gross. Cleaning up would be a bitch! Well.. all kidding aside.. assaulting animals is a serious offense.
My hubby will be going into the Army and going under fire. I worry already about him being in assaults against scary enemies. Firing at hime and putting his life in danger. If something happened to him what would I tell his daughter. Would him being a hero enough if he wasn’t there. I lost both parents at a young age. It wasn’t easy, would it be easier for her? I hope I never have to find out.
The smell assaults his sence of nicety. It’s thick and pungent, with overtones of gooey nastiness. As he approaches the man standing on the corner like a traffic light on sentry duty, guarding the behaviours of those strange beings who scurry accross at will, in spite of the colours displayed, his nose wrinkes in silent protest.
the assaults of men and women occur everyday in the form of violence from police, to domestic instances and even in an emotional matter. What is this emotional matter that i speak of? it is love and this is one of the most prevalent forms of assault that occur on a day to day basis causing have havoc and distress to its victims.
It was an assault on her senses. The market smelled like tourist sweat and dirty children. She longed for the days where this was her home, where the smell of food caused you to salivate and the people dressed in beautiful colours.
he was handed the spear, devilled
Three pronged head and demon staffed
To thrust at his enemy, the fellow
Slave that he sat by, kicking sand
At every lost moment, glances, if only for a second,
Breaking the steel bonds,
until they were callled
Out into the arena, the end of the world
The sound assaulted her the moment she stepped through the door. Hot, moist air with the bass pounding in her guts like a physical punch, the lights flashing through the darkness. She smiled and welcomed the attack, her heart beating faster. I’m home.
scary…. i don’t like to think about it.
Something stalked me as I walked through the forrest
The attacker unseen
The assault came quickly
Even though it tried to subdue me I would not succumb easily
My fists beat like hail against the assailant
Until she became visible
She was a bloodied mess but I recognized her tribe, they had every reason to fear me
I am the one they call the Dream Walker
Because I see between worlds and I’ve walked through the folds of time
They should have known better than to send one lonely now fast-fading assassin
Even so, I don’t need their sacred blood to do what I do as I only kill when threatened.
is not at all good in any sense. if we say that it is to keep peaceful environment intact, we should also think that that this is also a means for talk at table.
The assaults came fast and furious. We thought that we would never have gotten out of that district alive. I was able to find my phone and call for help.
My neighbor daily assaults her boy because of his studies. And we get to hear loud cries beyond the walls.
We all have a friend, relative or loved one who makes choices we don’t understand. The more advice we give them, the more they stubbornly stay the same. So what are we doing wrong? Why have our relationships become so difficult? Why do our loved ones resist our help, even though we are sure that we know what’s best for them?
Confusion and hurt and anger prevent us from seeing the truth:
Nothing changes until we change.
A man would only physically assault another person if he feels weak and unable to respond. Physical violence is a sign of weakness in other ways of communication, where people would use physical strength to enforce their ideas because they would be too weak to find ways otherwise.
There are people who
i m assaulted regularly by my co workers. i feel pathetic on my workplace due to such frequent assaults …i want to change change my job infact city.
In law, assault is a crime which involves causing a victim to apprehend violence. The term is often confused with battery, which involves physical contact. A military attack, such as one launched against a fortified area or place. An intentional act by one person that creates an apprehension in another of an imminent harmful or offensive contact.
Assaults, the first thought that comes to mind is pain, agony and specifically men overtaking women. I hate the idea of women being vulnerable and I want to so badly to see women become strong and overcome any sort of assault, specifically sexual assaults. and have the power to over come them.There is nothing worse then having to hear the pain that someone has been traumatized by some sort of assault. Often being forced to undertake such a horrible time. I worry so much about having it happen to me again that I hope I can over come it all it if were to head my way.
there was an assault some months ago, it was to me and myr fiends, it wasn’t okay, it’s still kind of scary remount to that memory, i hate them, those guys, with their face covered, i just do, don’t know for how long i will.
T’is not that simple to write about assaults.
these are the things that matter. like a simile thrown in to save a dying a sentence
the smells coming from the kitchen assaulted me in a magical way. Some familiar and some which I had never encountered in my life before. I continued through the doorway from which these amazing smells were coming, and was met with an equally incredible sight that bewildered
and then it happened
i never thought
i just
and then…
do you ever wonder what could have been if maybe?
*****
Krista sobbed in her room for what seemed like eternity before she calmed down enough to reflect on what just happened. Her mother hit her. This…this couldn’t be happening. There was no way her loving mommy could ever be so cruel.
dave is a loud person, and it always makes jesse look over. he’s either always laughing too hard or joking too badly (because he’s only /really/ hilarious when he doesn’t mean to be), but dave always throws his head back and there are always these stupid sounds that materialize that make jesse think that dave is the human form of contagious.
on a good day, jesse will laugh, too. otherwise he would roll his eyes, make some sarcastic comment regarding dave’s immaturity, and dave would punch his arm, pout, and accuse jesse of something completely inappropriate. on one of the better days, though, while dave is echoing through the set again, jesse will turn to look, and dave will be looking right at him, too.
jesse thinks those are called inside jokes, but he doesn’t laugh at all — instead, he smiles and looks down. for somebody who’s half an inch smaller than him, dave is a big person with a lot of ammunition.
It wasn’t anything new.
Time came and passed, and Natalie was still stuck in the precinct, combing through bad things that happened to good kids. Kids with blonde hair, sometimes, who looked like her younger brother; scrawny boys, on occasion; boys with big blue eyes or girls who loved to read.
And not one was Skylar; he never came in.
That was good, in its way — maybe he wasn’t getting hurt. But all the same, it hurt that she might never see him again.
when people deliberately hurt someone else. why do they do that? why would you want to harm someone else? bring them pain and suffering and confusion. such confusion. from both sides. don’t hurt others, please. hurting another person is wrong, or is it? no one should ver make definitive statements because sooner or later it come back to them and their a hypocrite… its all a matter of context. you can say one thing them when the time comes mean another.
hatred.
why would anyone do this. This world could be a lot bettter without it. Why woul d epople even think of doing this to one another… why?! Thats a big question I asking : “why?” Because I DONT FUCKING KNOW/
Assault on my mind. My form of being. Batteries and salt. Assault on a identity. Ass- salt . Form these frame of reference to a assault is difficult but I’m typing whatever enter my head’s I suppose this will do.
can you please pass the assaults?
the boy grabbed the girls hand and she screamed. “assaults!”, she yelled.
i dont really know what else to
“Ass! Salt!” He yelled and ran around, a flailing mix of mischief and ignorance. “No, it wasn’t like that,” she said, hair disarray. “Ass! Salt!” He fled once more. “No, it wasn’t—” “Ass! Salt!” And he left.
The military comes to mind. Thousands and thousands and thousands of shells have been lost in assaults. It’s kind of funny how the slaughter of the enemy can jumpstart our own industries. It’s like we generate these wars to generate the economy. I know we don’t, but when I look back at my US class the thing that sticks out about the army most was how the world wars helped the US’s economy so much.
When someone talks at and not to me.
When someone isn’t listening in between each breath.
When I’m not getting anything but noise.
Then I’d call it assault… or verbal diarrhea.
The rainbow assualts the visual senses, but in a good way. Like being harassed by a good looking person.
why innocent people are assulted by the stonger person and politicians because they have power its not mean they can give mentally tention or asuulted any one
Read in the newspaper once… ‘man shoved a screwdriver into his wife’s brain… through her nose’. That’s an assault! Downright sick and retarded!
assaults are unpleasent circumstances, meant to be weathered. The key is to see them as their root task, and to navigate them and surrounding emotions in a way that is beneficial; master the circumstance.
I thought about assaulting my cat once. DIDN’T! coz it’s gross!
My cat’s dead now, btw! Cancer got to him. he died wailing and his eyes were open even after it was dead.
I never tried to assault it when it lived. thought it would make a lotta noise and definitely not after it died. cause everything would get all squishy and gross. Cleaning up would be a bitch! Well.. all kidding aside.. assaulting animals is a serious offense.
My hubby will be going into the Army and going under fire. I worry already about him being in assaults against scary enemies. Firing at hime and putting his life in danger. If something happened to him what would I tell his daughter. Would him being a hero enough if he wasn’t there. I lost both parents at a young age. It wasn’t easy, would it be easier for her? I hope I never have to find out.
The smell assaults his sence of nicety. It’s thick and pungent, with overtones of gooey nastiness. As he approaches the man standing on the corner like a traffic light on sentry duty, guarding the behaviours of those strange beings who scurry accross at will, in spite of the colours displayed, his nose wrinkes in silent protest.
the assaults of men and women occur everyday in the form of violence from police, to domestic instances and even in an emotional matter. What is this emotional matter that i speak of? it is love and this is one of the most prevalent forms of assault that occur on a day to day basis causing have havoc and distress to its victims.
It was an assault on her senses. The market smelled like tourist sweat and dirty children. She longed for the days where this was her home, where the smell of food caused you to salivate and the people dressed in beautiful colours.
If you see Mary kom in the boxing ring and the number of assaults she faces, one is amazed at her tenacity of survival!!
Today had a good morning. Went to the pool after a long time.
Had maggieeee and rasana. I made on my own.
Magiee in the breakfast was great.
Failure to protect
the soft hearts of the innocent
will be disastrous
trifling in matters
dangerous to the soul