A lot of people claim a variety of things. Love is probably one of the most popular. The dangerous side of that being lust is often misinterpreted as love.
There’s only so much you can take claim to. You can claim to be the best, to jump the highest, run the fastest – anything. But claims aren’t what you are – they aren’t what you do.
The papers were stacked neatly on top of mahogany. His office looked like a courtroom show TV set. I tugged at the bottom of my skirt, aware of the silence.
He claims to love me but is it true. Our love is old it is not new. The claims are hollow with nothing to back it up. Our love does not fill our loving cup.
The boy knew that eventually he would have to face the world. But that day wasn’t today. It wasn’t this point in his life when he’d have to deal with all those adult things – claims, bills, papers, life…. Today was the day where he would swing on the swing on the swings.
“But if he loved you as much as he claims to, he should
want the very best for you! And come on, anyone could see how badly you wanted it.”
I stared back at the four inquiring faces as the others nodded in solemn agreement. I smiled at them. “What makes you think that was his best?”
i do not know how one can deceive,
proclaim that you are truthful,
though all know that is a lie, in a state of pure imagery.
we believe what we like, and like what we believe,
and then hide away from you a sight we are unseen.
though you are not alone,
we have all done this before,
though not quite to the extent that you have laid behold us.
so remember what it feels like,
to be a boy who called wolf,
and no one came running, a risk in witch you took.
we sit down, music blaring
and im imagining it’s the 80’s
when he asks me if im having fun
and i nod and smile and say
i am having fun
and he leans in to kiss me
but instead we are in this moment
and he is sitting two seats away
music blaring
lips pursed.
Claims are something we make to ourselves and others so that way we accomplish what we desire. Its sort of messed up we have to promise it to other people in order to actually do what we want.
Claims made against me, and some against you. We claim to have done things, that we’d never do. I claim to write, you claim that I lied, what would happen to these claims if we all just died.
i just think about everything happens to me. actually trying to thing about. it’s hard to do. everything gets complicated. i want answers but keep asking myself is not easy. because i keep getting the same answers.
She’d found it in the third pew on Sunday before choir practice and knew it was something dirty. A tattered book with pictures of close-up images and far out events. With every turn of the page, she felt her stomach tingle and her cheeks grow warm. Someday her picture would be in this book. She imaged herself the oldest, tallest, fastest, smartest or hairiest and tucked the Guinness Book under her mattress.
Everyone seems to claim that they were close to him, but the room has fallen quiet after Harvey’s will had been read. The whole of the estate is now officially Ella’s. And rightfully so. The uncomfortable looks and bitter stares that the group shared in that room became stifling; one could almost touch it. The truth is out: Harvey knew about their trifling, backstabbing, and indecent affairs after all. And he gets the last laugh.
The billing pile seems endless. Send money here. Send money there. It seems like none of it ever makes it back to me.
We keep working through the pile and it keeps growing. Even checking the post office box has become a dreaded task.
sign your name in black ink
(syringed from the pupils of your daughters)
to our contract
(made of the pulp of your forest)
and surrender the claims to your land
we won’t forget about you
(you’ll sell our butter and
mascot our universities)
I claimed that I had feelings
I thought that I had words
I hold that I have nothing of interest
Except broken glass nostalgia
For times that changed for the better when I left
She claims she feels no pain,
That society has no effect on her.
Yet, red lines scatter along her body,
And a thinning body screams for help.
See past her lies,
She needs your help.
you know those ads for unclaimed money?
Those LOnely accounts waiting to be claimed.
You should look into it. Maybe you have money there or even a new life.
He claims to be my best friend. He claims that he didn’t die. He claims that he loves me, that he always has. He claims he was living somewhere else until I was ready. He claims he can make me happy. He claims that I am perfect, and that I can help him. He claims that Nate isn’t the one for me. He claims that he loves me, that he always has.
Our eyelids flutter, stealing glances
A whispered confession; taking chances.
An exchange of furtive smiles, hearts beating fast
Each moment more thrilling than those that passed.
“I’ve got it covered!” I claimed, without any evidence to back such a statement up. Smiling, I waved my friends off, sighing only once they turned the corner. I always do this. Shouldering the work, faking confidence, and getting overwhelmed in the end. I cant seem to break the habit, though, of claiming to be better than I am.
The cat claims the fox stole the fish. The fisherman agrees. It’s always the fox. A tuft of orange fur floats by on the wind. No one mourns the death of the fox as he decomposes under a rock.
All my life I have claimed I knew what was best. Where the best place for me was, who it was best for me to spend my time with, and I never gave anyone else any amount of credit for being there for me. To prove my claims wrong and show me they could help. And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry you’ll never know that I’m sorry.
It’s always hard to wake up after an amazing dream about someone, to see them and know that whatever claims they made in your sleep aren’t real, whatever kisses they gave you are your memories alone. It’s so hard to see them and not rush up and wrap your arms around them like you’ll never let go. I miss you when you’re here…
she claims to have seen it too but she hasn’t. she hasn’t seen the shades and highlights, the reflections and fissures and textures. she sees the colour, plain as day, but that’s all
Claims can be made for any circumstance and situation. But the real, hard hitting question is, is that situation or circumstance worth fighting for? Claim your own opinions on everything you believe in.
Making claims off of false assumptions is probably one of the worst things a person could do.
A lot of people claim a variety of things. Love is probably one of the most popular. The dangerous side of that being lust is often misinterpreted as love.
People do a lot of claims from material things to feelings. The biggest one probably love. Love is such a strong emotion that can be misin
There’s only so much you can take claim to. You can claim to be the best, to jump the highest, run the fastest – anything. But claims aren’t what you are – they aren’t what you do.
Everyone claims to be something they are not. We all make claims. We must be genuine. Stop claiming–find out what’s real and what’s not.
The papers were stacked neatly on top of mahogany. His office looked like a courtroom show TV set. I tugged at the bottom of my skirt, aware of the silence.
He claims to love me but is it true. Our love is old it is not new. The claims are hollow with nothing to back it up. Our love does not fill our loving cup.
The boy knew that eventually he would have to face the world. But that day wasn’t today. It wasn’t this point in his life when he’d have to deal with all those adult things – claims, bills, papers, life…. Today was the day where he would swing on the swing on the swings.
“But if he loved you as much as he claims to, he should
want the very best for you! And come on, anyone could see how badly you wanted it.”
I stared back at the four inquiring faces as the others nodded in solemn agreement. I smiled at them. “What makes you think that was his best?”
i do not know how one can deceive,
proclaim that you are truthful,
though all know that is a lie, in a state of pure imagery.
we believe what we like, and like what we believe,
and then hide away from you a sight we are unseen.
though you are not alone,
we have all done this before,
though not quite to the extent that you have laid behold us.
so remember what it feels like,
to be a boy who called wolf,
and no one came running, a risk in witch you took.
Claims. I have no idea what that even means to me. lol claims court. claims as in possession.
Don’t fret with my claims, dear love. I’ll protect you (from paintruthwordschoice), and I’m always true to my word, aren’t I?
Step away and come into my arms, precious.
we sit down, music blaring
and im imagining it’s the 80’s
when he asks me if im having fun
and i nod and smile and say
i am having fun
and he leans in to kiss me
but instead we are in this moment
and he is sitting two seats away
music blaring
lips pursed.
SHE CLAIMS THAT SHE DIDN’T KNOW WHAT WAS GOING TO HAPPEN, BUT SHE WAS PREPARED FOR THE RESULT. WHY WOULD SHE BRING A BASEBALL BAT TO A BIRTHDAY PARTY?
Claims are something we make to ourselves and others so that way we accomplish what we desire. Its sort of messed up we have to promise it to other people in order to actually do what we want.
i want everything to be simple. not easy but simple. and love, i need love and company. not like love songs but love.
Claims made against me, and some against you. We claim to have done things, that we’d never do. I claim to write, you claim that I lied, what would happen to these claims if we all just died.
i just think about everything happens to me. actually trying to thing about. it’s hard to do. everything gets complicated. i want answers but keep asking myself is not easy. because i keep getting the same answers.
She’d found it in the third pew on Sunday before choir practice and knew it was something dirty. A tattered book with pictures of close-up images and far out events. With every turn of the page, she felt her stomach tingle and her cheeks grow warm. Someday her picture would be in this book. She imaged herself the oldest, tallest, fastest, smartest or hairiest and tucked the Guinness Book under her mattress.
Everyone seems to claim that they were close to him, but the room has fallen quiet after Harvey’s will had been read. The whole of the estate is now officially Ella’s. And rightfully so. The uncomfortable looks and bitter stares that the group shared in that room became stifling; one could almost touch it. The truth is out: Harvey knew about their trifling, backstabbing, and indecent affairs after all. And he gets the last laugh.
The billing pile seems endless. Send money here. Send money there. It seems like none of it ever makes it back to me.
We keep working through the pile and it keeps growing. Even checking the post office box has become a dreaded task.
sign your name in black ink
(syringed from the pupils of your daughters)
to our contract
(made of the pulp of your forest)
and surrender the claims to your land
we won’t forget about you
(you’ll sell our butter and
mascot our universities)
I claimed that I had feelings
I thought that I had words
I hold that I have nothing of interest
Except broken glass nostalgia
For times that changed for the better when I left
She claims she feels no pain,
That society has no effect on her.
Yet, red lines scatter along her body,
And a thinning body screams for help.
See past her lies,
She needs your help.
I love you
Or something
It doesn’t bother me
It’s fine
No worries
Of course not
I can’t wait
Forever
Always
…
Or not
you know those ads for unclaimed money?
Those LOnely accounts waiting to be claimed.
You should look into it. Maybe you have money there or even a new life.
He claims to be my best friend. He claims that he didn’t die. He claims that he loves me, that he always has. He claims he was living somewhere else until I was ready. He claims he can make me happy. He claims that I am perfect, and that I can help him. He claims that Nate isn’t the one for me. He claims that he loves me, that he always has.
Our eyelids flutter, stealing glances
A whispered confession; taking chances.
An exchange of furtive smiles, hearts beating fast
Each moment more thrilling than those that passed.
Everybody has someone they know that likes to make grandiose claims. But maybe, just maybe, these ideas or more real than we like to imagine.
“I’ve got it covered!” I claimed, without any evidence to back such a statement up. Smiling, I waved my friends off, sighing only once they turned the corner. I always do this. Shouldering the work, faking confidence, and getting overwhelmed in the end. I cant seem to break the habit, though, of claiming to be better than I am.
The cat claims the fox stole the fish. The fisherman agrees. It’s always the fox. A tuft of orange fur floats by on the wind. No one mourns the death of the fox as he decomposes under a rock.
All my life I have claimed I knew what was best. Where the best place for me was, who it was best for me to spend my time with, and I never gave anyone else any amount of credit for being there for me. To prove my claims wrong and show me they could help. And I’m sorry.
I’m sorry you’ll never know that I’m sorry.
stupid peoples delusional life handout; you deserve nothing.
The claims against me are totally false, yet in ways true. I just wish they’s see the right about it, not just the wrong…
Claims are all she heard in court. But that was all they mostly were: Claims, no evidence, no truth.
It’s always hard to wake up after an amazing dream about someone, to see them and know that whatever claims they made in your sleep aren’t real, whatever kisses they gave you are your memories alone. It’s so hard to see them and not rush up and wrap your arms around them like you’ll never let go. I miss you when you’re here…
she claims to have seen it too but she hasn’t. she hasn’t seen the shades and highlights, the reflections and fissures and textures. she sees the colour, plain as day, but that’s all
I claim to be a wombat.
I claim I am terrified of the dark.
I claim that I claim, therfore I claim.
I also claim to be a blue-green parrot.
Claims can be made for any circumstance and situation. But the real, hard hitting question is, is that situation or circumstance worth fighting for? Claim your own opinions on everything you believe in.
legal term. they are said. plural. could be true could be false.