I claim that I shall be the bravest of them all. When storms sweep in and black squalls fall upon the land, I will be the one who stands. I claim this with all I am. Within me darkness will never fully fall.
he claimed to have not known the consequences of intercepting the letter. Still, he opened the mail box, took the letter, opened it, read it and composed a response which he posted to him. Later, he would claim that he was overcome with remorse when the man opened the letter and jumpeded
Claim to take a piece of anything. Another man returns to claim it back. The universe is the only thing that has a true claim over anything. Who can claim? I can claim? I can. You can. You don’t, why? You do, why? Hamster Jelly.
People think that they have a claim to something. That a piece of land or a cow or worse, a person, belongs to them. This is totally a societal thing, because to claim that somebody can be claimed or even an object can be claimed lets us assert an absurd amount of fake dominance. This is purely to make us feel better.
One more fierce jab to his chest drives the point home: “You have no claim here, no right to anything–no more than I do myself!”
I stop and violently exhale through flared nostrils.
One man can claim many things. But it takes a lot more to back a claim. Can one front a claim? fund it, that is? Probably not. What was I saying? Right, claim. I claim this is the greatest thing ever written. It’s true.
Is something you stake, so’s you can dig for gold there. Or pan for it, if you happen to be on the river. If it was really all that successfull, California would be full of millionaires. Oh wait, it is.
I stood there in front of the counter, my foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor. The bell was still ringing from my previous tap when I hit it again. And again. The old woman hustled and bustled about, frantically moving papers from this side to that.
“Where is it?” I demanded, barely unable to hide my annoyance as I slammed my fist on the desk.
“It’s here, it’s here,” The old woman muttered.I gave her a few moments before I snapped back.
“I just came here to claim something I deposited years back.” I gasped exasperatedly. , “What’s taking you so long to find it?”
“I…” The old woman stopped at her tracks. Her face blanched “It’s lost, sir. Your old package has gone missing.”
You need to claim what you want. I need to claim what we want. We need to claim our identities, who we are in this world. We need to take what we want and get it no matter what. I need to claim my place at university, claim my place in his heart. It’s not because we think we own these things, but we’ve earned the right to them. We’ve been through a lot.
to state you own or posses thiss object. i wish to inform the ettiquite in using the word do not use it in conjuction with your mate, you should, however use it on your tax form for how many children you actually have.
i will claim thy soul in my jar of eternity. You will follow my every command> As you will slowly die on the inside. I hope you last as long as possible mua hahahahahaha.
I don’t ever claim to be something I’m not, I’ve never claimed to be perfect. So why is it expected from me, just because of who my father is? Society for you.
A silent claim, no one to blame, but me. I knew it from the start. She didn’t have to work for his heart, it came with no effort. I ignored the subtle flirt, chose not to see, what was there in front of me. The silent claim, it strikes again, no one to blame, but me.
claim i walk as the wind blows through the broken window i hear a faint heart beat in the other room. my sense tingle with the step i take as the breathing gets heavier and heavier while i go for the knife in my lower coat pocket i sense somethings coming from behind me i twirl around and notice my mother.
When he claimed that the object as his, everyone stopped in awe. Only about one fourth of the audience believed that he was lying. But why would he lie? Not in front of his community? Not in front of his wife? Certainly not in front of his children! But a man does what he must, if he wants a world of his own. And to do so, no matter what the cost, he must make the claim first.
“You can’t just go around claiming to be people’s little brothers, kid,” Richard Grayson stated, scowling at the ten year old in front of him. He turned on his heel in disgust, walking purposefully in the other direction.
“Tt, Grayson! Remember! You are Bruce Wayne’s adopted son, I am his rightful heir, and you are my older brother! I am not claiming anything. I speak the truth!”
Dick paused with a sigh, glancing up at the sky with a why-me look on his face. He turned to face the boy, and he placed a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. “Listen, kid-”
“Damian.”
“-Damian. I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, and I wish I could help you-”
“You can!”
“-but I can’t. You must be thinking of someone else. So…go find your parents, okay? You should probably head home and get some sleep. You look tired.” He placed a hand on the boy’s head and ruffled his hair gently before turning and walking further down the street and out of sight.
Damian was frozen in place, the familiar gesture sending a pang of longing and hurt through his chest.
“Please…” he whispered to no one. “You have to remember…”
I claimed to have been there, to have been a witness when really I had only heard first-person accounts. I couldn’t tell anybody the truth. This is a situation where each of us was walking on extremely thin ice. Too thin. Each step had to be made with precaution. If people knew that I was not there then the ice would collapse on all of us, no one spared.
in english the other day we read about this town in michigan where people got free college and i was like what happens if someone claims to be what is supposed to be an anymous benefactor. i hate when people claim that they do things but really havent
I claim for the roses to appear at dawn, when I’m feeling grey, when I need color to go accross my window. I need that happiness and melancholy combined in the red that reflects passion. Passion for feelings; passion for solitude
to write about it, are you crazy, my English is really bad, i can claim you that….i think i got the point just there, and i am only continuing writing cause i don’t want to waste last seconds
How do you make that? You said that it was the making that was important, but not the how. How can you make something without the how? Tell me! I want to know, What am I supposed to do with the importance of making, but without the how? I can’t sell the making.
“Now I don’t claim to be the best at everything, I am sure there is some little insignificant thing in life that I could not master but for the most part and I don’t mean to brag here but I’m really good at everything.” …
conversation overheard on a train…
claiming hold of something as if your life depended on it and you couldn’t let go. claiming it yours forever, it is yours and you have it in your heart until the day you die. claim their heart as yours and you’ll never go a day in your life with love claim infinite money and you shall always be wealthy
I claimed it, even though I knew it was wrong. It wasn’t mine. I just wanted it to be. I wanted it so much that I lied to him to get it. However, as soon as I claimed it, an enormous wave of guilt washed over me.
The claim was on my heart. Just that and nothing more. When she came to gather it, I offered it willingly. But oh, the mess! She left quite a hole where the heart used to be, but doggone it, that’s what the whole thing was supposed to be, wasn’t it?
i claim to be a strong girl, on occasion. im strong because i can get through things. i dont know if thats strength or boredom. you claim to not understand but i think you do. thank you for being strong for me. i love you. my mom claims to love me. i know she does. i claim to be tired and i am. claim claim claim claim claim. i didnt like this word before but i wrote about it because refresh didnt change it.
I’m not claiming anything. I have knowledge and I have 17 hours of college classes that will probably get me no where. I have a 4.0 and I have more acquaintances than I can count. I have a job where I work $14.00 an hour and I deal with people who are in circumstances far worse than my own. I have an endless influx of knowledge, but I’ve never claimed to know anything.
This is it. I’ve staked my claim. Set up camp on a dark terrain. I’ve brewed up brews and I’ve kicked off steam. I’ve lived the life and I’ve dreamed the dream. There’s gold to be dug and there’s gold to be panned. There’s evil afoot and spirits to be banned. There are people to meet and more people to hate. So I’ll fish and I’ll hunt and I’ll eat my own bait.
His claims, his theories, deemed his ignorance incurable. Yet she never gave up on her least favorite student as she repeatedly taught him for his four senior years.
I don’t want to claim you as mine, merely to be claimed by you. To be yours and your alone, in sickness and in health, but maybe not til death do us part. I don’t know if I’m ready, but emotionally I just want to rush in; perhaps in a unabashed way I will show my true colors.
You claim that your unicorn is purple, but I do not believe your claim. you and your unicorn are frauds. Stop lying to society and accept the fact that you and your unicorn do not belong. Your unicorn is simply a horse that you hot-glued a horn onto. Shame on you; I have nothing else to say to you or your unicorn. This is bullshit.
“There’s no way I’m going to believe that claim,” he told her defiantly.
“It’s not a claim. It’s true,” she shot back angrily.
“Really? You honestly expect me to believe that you don’t have any feelings for me?”
“You should, because it’s true,” she snapped.
I claim that I shall be the bravest of them all. When storms sweep in and black squalls fall upon the land, I will be the one who stands. I claim this with all I am. Within me darkness will never fully fall.
mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine mine
he claimed to have not known the consequences of intercepting the letter. Still, he opened the mail box, took the letter, opened it, read it and composed a response which he posted to him. Later, he would claim that he was overcome with remorse when the man opened the letter and jumpeded
Claim to take a piece of anything. Another man returns to claim it back. The universe is the only thing that has a true claim over anything. Who can claim? I can claim? I can. You can. You don’t, why? You do, why? Hamster Jelly.
People think that they have a claim to something. That a piece of land or a cow or worse, a person, belongs to them. This is totally a societal thing, because to claim that somebody can be claimed or even an object can be claimed lets us assert an absurd amount of fake dominance. This is purely to make us feel better.
One more fierce jab to his chest drives the point home: “You have no claim here, no right to anything–no more than I do myself!”
I stop and violently exhale through flared nostrils.
One man can claim many things. But it takes a lot more to back a claim. Can one front a claim? fund it, that is? Probably not. What was I saying? Right, claim. I claim this is the greatest thing ever written. It’s true.
Is something you stake, so’s you can dig for gold there. Or pan for it, if you happen to be on the river. If it was really all that successfull, California would be full of millionaires. Oh wait, it is.
I stood there in front of the counter, my foot tapping impatiently on the wooden floor. The bell was still ringing from my previous tap when I hit it again. And again. The old woman hustled and bustled about, frantically moving papers from this side to that.
“Where is it?” I demanded, barely unable to hide my annoyance as I slammed my fist on the desk.
“It’s here, it’s here,” The old woman muttered.I gave her a few moments before I snapped back.
“I just came here to claim something I deposited years back.” I gasped exasperatedly. , “What’s taking you so long to find it?”
“I…” The old woman stopped at her tracks. Her face blanched “It’s lost, sir. Your old package has gone missing.”
a stake of ownership.
I wish you could claim me as I think of claiming your heart
But alas, ambiguities constantly fill me
Will I ever claim your heart?
You need to claim what you want. I need to claim what we want. We need to claim our identities, who we are in this world. We need to take what we want and get it no matter what. I need to claim my place at university, claim my place in his heart. It’s not because we think we own these things, but we’ve earned the right to them. We’ve been through a lot.
to state you own or posses thiss object. i wish to inform the ettiquite in using the word do not use it in conjuction with your mate, you should, however use it on your tax form for how many children you actually have.
i will claim thy soul in my jar of eternity. You will follow my every command> As you will slowly die on the inside. I hope you last as long as possible mua hahahahahaha.
I don’t ever claim to be something I’m not, I’ve never claimed to be perfect. So why is it expected from me, just because of who my father is? Society for you.
A silent claim, no one to blame, but me. I knew it from the start. She didn’t have to work for his heart, it came with no effort. I ignored the subtle flirt, chose not to see, what was there in front of me. The silent claim, it strikes again, no one to blame, but me.
claim i walk as the wind blows through the broken window i hear a faint heart beat in the other room. my sense tingle with the step i take as the breathing gets heavier and heavier while i go for the knife in my lower coat pocket i sense somethings coming from behind me i twirl around and notice my mother.
I claim to be myself and no one else. If I am not claiming my own being, who is?
i will never claim to be the best mother, but i loved being one.
When he claimed that the object as his, everyone stopped in awe. Only about one fourth of the audience believed that he was lying. But why would he lie? Not in front of his community? Not in front of his wife? Certainly not in front of his children! But a man does what he must, if he wants a world of his own. And to do so, no matter what the cost, he must make the claim first.
“You can’t just go around claiming to be people’s little brothers, kid,” Richard Grayson stated, scowling at the ten year old in front of him. He turned on his heel in disgust, walking purposefully in the other direction.
“Tt, Grayson! Remember! You are Bruce Wayne’s adopted son, I am his rightful heir, and you are my older brother! I am not claiming anything. I speak the truth!”
Dick paused with a sigh, glancing up at the sky with a why-me look on his face. He turned to face the boy, and he placed a hand on his shoulder sympathetically. “Listen, kid-”
“Damian.”
“-Damian. I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about, and I wish I could help you-”
“You can!”
“-but I can’t. You must be thinking of someone else. So…go find your parents, okay? You should probably head home and get some sleep. You look tired.” He placed a hand on the boy’s head and ruffled his hair gently before turning and walking further down the street and out of sight.
Damian was frozen in place, the familiar gesture sending a pang of longing and hurt through his chest.
“Please…” he whispered to no one. “You have to remember…”
I claimed to have been there, to have been a witness when really I had only heard first-person accounts. I couldn’t tell anybody the truth. This is a situation where each of us was walking on extremely thin ice. Too thin. Each step had to be made with precaution. If people knew that I was not there then the ice would collapse on all of us, no one spared.
in english the other day we read about this town in michigan where people got free college and i was like what happens if someone claims to be what is supposed to be an anymous benefactor. i hate when people claim that they do things but really havent
I claim for the roses to appear at dawn, when I’m feeling grey, when I need color to go accross my window. I need that happiness and melancholy combined in the red that reflects passion. Passion for feelings; passion for solitude
to write about it, are you crazy, my English is really bad, i can claim you that….i think i got the point just there, and i am only continuing writing cause i don’t want to waste last seconds
How do you make that? You said that it was the making that was important, but not the how. How can you make something without the how? Tell me! I want to know, What am I supposed to do with the importance of making, but without the how? I can’t sell the making.
“Now I don’t claim to be the best at everything, I am sure there is some little insignificant thing in life that I could not master but for the most part and I don’t mean to brag here but I’m really good at everything.” …
conversation overheard on a train…
claiming hold of something as if your life depended on it and you couldn’t let go. claiming it yours forever, it is yours and you have it in your heart until the day you die. claim their heart as yours and you’ll never go a day in your life with love claim infinite money and you shall always be wealthy
is a word that describes ownership.
I claimed it, even though I knew it was wrong. It wasn’t mine. I just wanted it to be. I wanted it so much that I lied to him to get it. However, as soon as I claimed it, an enormous wave of guilt washed over me.
The claim was on my heart. Just that and nothing more. When she came to gather it, I offered it willingly. But oh, the mess! She left quite a hole where the heart used to be, but doggone it, that’s what the whole thing was supposed to be, wasn’t it?
i claim to be a strong girl, on occasion. im strong because i can get through things. i dont know if thats strength or boredom. you claim to not understand but i think you do. thank you for being strong for me. i love you. my mom claims to love me. i know she does. i claim to be tired and i am. claim claim claim claim claim. i didnt like this word before but i wrote about it because refresh didnt change it.
I’m not claiming anything. I have knowledge and I have 17 hours of college classes that will probably get me no where. I have a 4.0 and I have more acquaintances than I can count. I have a job where I work $14.00 an hour and I deal with people who are in circumstances far worse than my own. I have an endless influx of knowledge, but I’ve never claimed to know anything.
Bend me to your will, mark me as yours, claim me. I happily submit to you; I hand over all power and control. I am yours.
Use me, abuse me, take me, claim me. I am yours.
This is it. I’ve staked my claim. Set up camp on a dark terrain. I’ve brewed up brews and I’ve kicked off steam. I’ve lived the life and I’ve dreamed the dream. There’s gold to be dug and there’s gold to be panned. There’s evil afoot and spirits to be banned. There are people to meet and more people to hate. So I’ll fish and I’ll hunt and I’ll eat my own bait.
I’m happy a prospector ever can be.
His claims, his theories, deemed his ignorance incurable. Yet she never gave up on her least favorite student as she repeatedly taught him for his four senior years.
I don’t want to claim you as mine, merely to be claimed by you. To be yours and your alone, in sickness and in health, but maybe not til death do us part. I don’t know if I’m ready, but emotionally I just want to rush in; perhaps in a unabashed way I will show my true colors.
My heart is yours. You claimed that yours is mine too.
You claim that your unicorn is purple, but I do not believe your claim. you and your unicorn are frauds. Stop lying to society and accept the fact that you and your unicorn do not belong. Your unicorn is simply a horse that you hot-glued a horn onto. Shame on you; I have nothing else to say to you or your unicorn. This is bullshit.
Claim me when you see what appeals to you but deny me when I fail to be the image you reprieved as me.
“There’s no way I’m going to believe that claim,” he told her defiantly.
“It’s not a claim. It’s true,” she shot back angrily.
“Really? You honestly expect me to believe that you don’t have any feelings for me?”
“You should, because it’s true,” she snapped.