I convicted myself of the crime, and now I’m paying the price. I was a fool, letting anger and frustration get the better of me. This time, I might not have a happy ending. I know that I shouldn’t be so optimistic, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped believing. Or praying that I’ll be given another chance to change everything again.
Prison, trapped, you’ve screwed something up real bad. Getting caught, too, landing yourself somewhere you really don’t want to be. Usually convicts are someone who do something truly terrible because really, you have to screw up reaaaaaall bad to land yourself with the title convict. Not offender, not prisoner, a convict. Daaaaaamn. But, ah well. Such is life. I’m running out of time.
a person who commits a crime, they go to parole because the canadian judicial system is very forgiving. they believe in reform more than punishment. being in a canadian prison is better than being in a nursing home. convicts have access to educational services and it is paid for by our tax dollars, whereas university students pay an arm and a leg for similar services.
Guilty. With that very word that came out of the Jurors mouth, i was labeled. I was a convict. There was no escaping the very crime that occured–convicting the wrong man. My life could never be the same. I was a convict, and that was that. No person would ever be able to look at me the same way. I will never get a job, or a wife. If i get out.
prison. convicted. All you can see are grey walls and bars and all you can hear are other people who are as lost as you. convicted. Imprisioned. Unloved. Forgotten. Convicted.
It always has to be somebody’s fault. God forbid you ever blame yourself. I think that it is sad the little you actually understand that you do. We try and try to please you but we are always at fault. I just don’t get it, or like it.
“And we find the defendant…Guilty”.
With a single word, i was convicted. My whole life fell apart. I was charged for the crime i didn’t commit. Now i am to spend my life in jail–as a number. No more freedoms, I am stuck in a physical and mental prision. But the real problem was:
How do I prove them wrong?
The convict ran through the woods. He knew what he had done. “How could I have done this? It’s like I don’t know myself anymore”. He saw a small kitten, picked it up and gave it a kiss. He walked back to confess what he had done.
The idea of being a convict is that you don’t conform to the strains of societal law however on principle, a person may act on their own deformed belief system and foolhardily end in a place where neither personal nor universal moral law exists.
So. It has come to this. After endless days of self-exile beyond any instrument of judgment or justice your petty minds could contrive, I am here, at the extremity, the precipice. I have had a great deal of time to think, especially regarding my so-called crimes. And of all you lovely souls who have brought me to this measure. May Heaven ever honor your zealous indignation, the righteous hands with which you excruciate the guilty. I shall take but one thought with me to the gallows, or the block, or whatever torturous end you feel my sins must merit: that none of you, not one, truly understands conviction.
She tried hiding the prison cell number that was stitched across her wrist. But the officer noticed it before she withdrew her hand away from the unnervingly familiar looking boy who was pretending to be an officer on the train headed out of the camp.
Convict sounds so harsh, so final. What about that one event that makes someone a convict is the defining factor of their being? Rather than judge the part, take into account the whole.
The convict stood outside the graveyard, gray rain dripping down an already-soaked umbrella. He watched as the family said goodbye, their black clothes marking their grief like punctuation. He felt no remorse.
there was this man who was a convict and he seemed to get away with everything. no one could figure how to catch this person. no one knew if this convict was a man or a woman, a child or an adult. sometimes this convict would ride around town without anybody even knowing it.
I feel is a negative word that holds so much more than black and white. The hidden truth. Do you ever really know that someone is convicted and if so does that only convict yourself?
People automatically assume that, if you’re a convict, you’re a bad person. This train of thought seems to be derived from negative media spotlights and the overall concession that anyone who’s arrested and convicted is inherently BAD. Here’s where I ask you, my fellow people — what of Robin Hood and his Merry Men? Were they not criminals in their own right? And what of those who defend themselves against an intruder, only to be cast as the villain themselves? Or those who are innocent and merely thrown in jail due to a flawed judicial process? What of these?
I am guilty. I feel guilty. Guilt is strong; engulfing many people. I am a people, and I find that strange – that I am guilty of falling among people; of not sticking out. Of not doing something for him.
convict many convict are people that i know, i know a bunch of convicts that i believe should go to jail i think it is unfair that they are out and got away with everything they did murder robberies sent people to the hospital is not anyhting good to society convicts should be taken to jail and should be put under the death penalty. they should just die becuae they dont deserve to live in thi lovely beautiful world
I jerk awake. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I glance around the gray stone walls and concrete floor. Cowering inside the thin sheets, I try to recall where I am.
Then, as it always does, I remember. Instantly, I relax. I’m in the convict, waiting.
A vision of green eyes drift before my eyes and I stifled a scream inside my pillow. Somewhere in my amnesia inflicted brain, I remember that man with the green eyes
When a knock sounds on the door, I jump in surprised. The door inches open and an old lady, Willa, is saying, “Your bosses want you, Miss Mia.”
I nod, and she leaves.
As I scoop my ruffled clothes from the cool floor, I am reminded of the most important fact.
This isn’t a convict…it’s a prison.
convict be the person who wants things to be the right one in an area of interest bcause to be trapped in life is to convict yourself to the lesser extremes that life can really provide you. Why stem the tide of progress with conviction, the limitation of a life not well lived because this is all that we can be. Why not live that potential , convicting others is not the right reason to live either. That is not the right way about it. Cake is the greatest thing to convict because that is the only sweetest thing in life.
Convict. That’s what I am now. A prisoner, like a rapist, a murderer. Do I deserve this? Without a doubt. Do I like it? Hardly. But who can deny it? I did the deed, took part in that damned heist and now… now I have to do the time.
She was convict to her own desires. They led her by a chain around her neck, yanking her to and fro while she could only follow. It was a ride of lascivious pleasure and trembling desire, but at the end the price paid was always that of guilt and regret. Pain and sorrow dogged her footsteps, whispering in her ear that she should stop, stop, stop…but the desire had her firmly by the throat and she could only follow.
I never thought we would convict. The nine of us sat in the jury deliberation room, stunned I don’t think any of us saw this coming. The evident, when taken as inividual pieces, really didn’t make a case. But as a whole – that’s where the case was made.
i can’t escape. there’s no use in escaping. i mean really I’m stuck here forever. i was stupid for killing her. i should’ve just let her live but i didn’t because i was crazy in love her, and if i can’t have her no one can.
Marked. Everyone knows, everyone can see–even without a visible tag, there is a brand on my spirit that they can sense. They know what I am: a convict. Life makes one of us all.
he was convited of the crim he committed. god what happened? i dont know what exactly the word convicted mean. yes i do. why i am i feeling nervouss about writnig. why is it such a problem at the
someone captured and put away in jail. When I see this word, I autimatically think of ex-convict. Someone who use to be in jail but has escaoed? Do you have to have escaped to be an ex-convict?
I have been convicted to stand my ground. I have a strong need to feel this way about some improtant things in my life. I want o always feel convicted for Christ.
I was convicted of a murder I did not commit. I don’t think anyone would be able to feel like what I am currently. My mind is in a smoky cloud of horror. They drag off to the state’s prison and I am locked in the bars that will hold me until my death.
as i looked at him, siting there on the stand, struggling through the agonizing moments of silence before the jury announced their verdict, i couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. perched up on the stage with the entire courtroom’s eyes on him, scrutinizing every move he made, every fidget, tremble and twitch of the finger. while he sat up there, completely exposed, with the world ready and waiting to watch him at his most vulnerable, for the first time in this whole trial i saw the human being in that man. i saw the pure fear in his eyes as his sentencing was read aloud. and when his shoulders crumpled and his thin body caved in on itself and his head dropped to his chest and was shaken by great heaving sobs, he was finally real. as his head tipped back and his mouth lay agape shaking with silent cries, in his eyes, red and teary, i saw everything he knew coming to a screeching, crippling halt.
and it was terrifying.
conviction, the passion about something and know you are right. when you know, and even if the others around you can’t see it, YOU know. You know and care and wouldn’t change your mind for the world. You have Conviction. And there is nothing better. The world needs more people like you.
I dont know what this means but im pretty sure you go to jail if your a convict or something like that hahshsah(: I dont like this keyboard..! What does convict mean thsi is so harrrddd.
I have never met a convict before. I hope I don’t become one, I’ve had some close brushes with the law lately as a matter of fact. Convict could also be used as a verb however, and if it is used in this sense then I have convicted people before of things. Such as, for example, I have convicted my roommate of being a douchy doucherson.
A convict is someone who is in trouble, when used as a noun. Convict means to find someone guilty of something, when used as a verb. But, when you add -ion to the word, you have conviction, a noun that speaks of great promise!
I think it signifies a person who has been caught doing a wrongful act. And the definition requires a person being caught, which may be a prerequisite of the wrongful behavior.
I convicted myself of the crime, and now I’m paying the price. I was a fool, letting anger and frustration get the better of me. This time, I might not have a happy ending. I know that I shouldn’t be so optimistic, but that doesn’t mean I’ve stopped believing. Or praying that I’ll be given another chance to change everything again.
Prison, trapped, you’ve screwed something up real bad. Getting caught, too, landing yourself somewhere you really don’t want to be. Usually convicts are someone who do something truly terrible because really, you have to screw up reaaaaaall bad to land yourself with the title convict. Not offender, not prisoner, a convict. Daaaaaamn. But, ah well. Such is life. I’m running out of time.
a person who commits a crime, they go to parole because the canadian judicial system is very forgiving. they believe in reform more than punishment. being in a canadian prison is better than being in a nursing home. convicts have access to educational services and it is paid for by our tax dollars, whereas university students pay an arm and a leg for similar services.
Guilty. With that very word that came out of the Jurors mouth, i was labeled. I was a convict. There was no escaping the very crime that occured–convicting the wrong man. My life could never be the same. I was a convict, and that was that. No person would ever be able to look at me the same way. I will never get a job, or a wife. If i get out.
prison. convicted. All you can see are grey walls and bars and all you can hear are other people who are as lost as you. convicted. Imprisioned. Unloved. Forgotten. Convicted.
It always has to be somebody’s fault. God forbid you ever blame yourself. I think that it is sad the little you actually understand that you do. We try and try to please you but we are always at fault. I just don’t get it, or like it.
“And we find the defendant…Guilty”.
With a single word, i was convicted. My whole life fell apart. I was charged for the crime i didn’t commit. Now i am to spend my life in jail–as a number. No more freedoms, I am stuck in a physical and mental prision. But the real problem was:
How do I prove them wrong?
The convict ran through the woods. He knew what he had done. “How could I have done this? It’s like I don’t know myself anymore”. He saw a small kitten, picked it up and gave it a kiss. He walked back to confess what he had done.
The idea of being a convict is that you don’t conform to the strains of societal law however on principle, a person may act on their own deformed belief system and foolhardily end in a place where neither personal nor universal moral law exists.
So. It has come to this. After endless days of self-exile beyond any instrument of judgment or justice your petty minds could contrive, I am here, at the extremity, the precipice. I have had a great deal of time to think, especially regarding my so-called crimes. And of all you lovely souls who have brought me to this measure. May Heaven ever honor your zealous indignation, the righteous hands with which you excruciate the guilty. I shall take but one thought with me to the gallows, or the block, or whatever torturous end you feel my sins must merit: that none of you, not one, truly understands conviction.
She tried hiding the prison cell number that was stitched across her wrist. But the officer noticed it before she withdrew her hand away from the unnervingly familiar looking boy who was pretending to be an officer on the train headed out of the camp.
Convict sounds so harsh, so final. What about that one event that makes someone a convict is the defining factor of their being? Rather than judge the part, take into account the whole.
The convict stood outside the graveyard, gray rain dripping down an already-soaked umbrella. He watched as the family said goodbye, their black clothes marking their grief like punctuation. He felt no remorse.
He stood, facing the courtroom, shoulders burdened with his new label. No longer father, husband, friend. Convict.
there was this man who was a convict and he seemed to get away with everything. no one could figure how to catch this person. no one knew if this convict was a man or a woman, a child or an adult. sometimes this convict would ride around town without anybody even knowing it.
The convict was taken back to his cell. In just a couple more days, he would be realised. He knew it.
I feel is a negative word that holds so much more than black and white. The hidden truth. Do you ever really know that someone is convicted and if so does that only convict yourself?
People automatically assume that, if you’re a convict, you’re a bad person. This train of thought seems to be derived from negative media spotlights and the overall concession that anyone who’s arrested and convicted is inherently BAD. Here’s where I ask you, my fellow people — what of Robin Hood and his Merry Men? Were they not criminals in their own right? And what of those who defend themselves against an intruder, only to be cast as the villain themselves? Or those who are innocent and merely thrown in jail due to a flawed judicial process? What of these?
I am guilty. I feel guilty. Guilt is strong; engulfing many people. I am a people, and I find that strange – that I am guilty of falling among people; of not sticking out. Of not doing something for him.
And all the time she waited, in love she dreamt. Never knowing that those feelings were for love as a convict.
convict many convict are people that i know, i know a bunch of convicts that i believe should go to jail i think it is unfair that they are out and got away with everything they did murder robberies sent people to the hospital is not anyhting good to society convicts should be taken to jail and should be put under the death penalty. they should just die becuae they dont deserve to live in thi lovely beautiful world
I jerk awake. My heart beats erratically in my chest as I glance around the gray stone walls and concrete floor. Cowering inside the thin sheets, I try to recall where I am.
Then, as it always does, I remember. Instantly, I relax. I’m in the convict, waiting.
A vision of green eyes drift before my eyes and I stifled a scream inside my pillow. Somewhere in my amnesia inflicted brain, I remember that man with the green eyes
When a knock sounds on the door, I jump in surprised. The door inches open and an old lady, Willa, is saying, “Your bosses want you, Miss Mia.”
I nod, and she leaves.
As I scoop my ruffled clothes from the cool floor, I am reminded of the most important fact.
This isn’t a convict…it’s a prison.
convict be the person who wants things to be the right one in an area of interest bcause to be trapped in life is to convict yourself to the lesser extremes that life can really provide you. Why stem the tide of progress with conviction, the limitation of a life not well lived because this is all that we can be. Why not live that potential , convicting others is not the right reason to live either. That is not the right way about it. Cake is the greatest thing to convict because that is the only sweetest thing in life.
Convict. That’s what I am now. A prisoner, like a rapist, a murderer. Do I deserve this? Without a doubt. Do I like it? Hardly. But who can deny it? I did the deed, took part in that damned heist and now… now I have to do the time.
She was convict to her own desires. They led her by a chain around her neck, yanking her to and fro while she could only follow. It was a ride of lascivious pleasure and trembling desire, but at the end the price paid was always that of guilt and regret. Pain and sorrow dogged her footsteps, whispering in her ear that she should stop, stop, stop…but the desire had her firmly by the throat and she could only follow.
I never thought we would convict. The nine of us sat in the jury deliberation room, stunned I don’t think any of us saw this coming. The evident, when taken as inividual pieces, really didn’t make a case. But as a whole – that’s where the case was made.
i can’t escape. there’s no use in escaping. i mean really I’m stuck here forever. i was stupid for killing her. i should’ve just let her live but i didn’t because i was crazy in love her, and if i can’t have her no one can.
A person who does bad things and has been caught. They do things that are generally frowned upon.
Marked. Everyone knows, everyone can see–even without a visible tag, there is a brand on my spirit that they can sense. They know what I am: a convict. Life makes one of us all.
he was convited of the crim he committed. god what happened? i dont know what exactly the word convicted mean. yes i do. why i am i feeling nervouss about writnig. why is it such a problem at the
someone captured and put away in jail. When I see this word, I autimatically think of ex-convict. Someone who use to be in jail but has escaoed? Do you have to have escaped to be an ex-convict?
I have been convicted to stand my ground. I have a strong need to feel this way about some improtant things in my life. I want o always feel convicted for Christ.
I was convicted of a murder I did not commit. I don’t think anyone would be able to feel like what I am currently. My mind is in a smoky cloud of horror. They drag off to the state’s prison and I am locked in the bars that will hold me until my death.
as i looked at him, siting there on the stand, struggling through the agonizing moments of silence before the jury announced their verdict, i couldn’t help but feel sorry for him. perched up on the stage with the entire courtroom’s eyes on him, scrutinizing every move he made, every fidget, tremble and twitch of the finger. while he sat up there, completely exposed, with the world ready and waiting to watch him at his most vulnerable, for the first time in this whole trial i saw the human being in that man. i saw the pure fear in his eyes as his sentencing was read aloud. and when his shoulders crumpled and his thin body caved in on itself and his head dropped to his chest and was shaken by great heaving sobs, he was finally real. as his head tipped back and his mouth lay agape shaking with silent cries, in his eyes, red and teary, i saw everything he knew coming to a screeching, crippling halt.
and it was terrifying.
conviction, the passion about something and know you are right. when you know, and even if the others around you can’t see it, YOU know. You know and care and wouldn’t change your mind for the world. You have Conviction. And there is nothing better. The world needs more people like you.
He can convict me well, my God. I can often feel the conviction after attempting at some such nonsense. If I think on it, then I am able to repent.
I dont know what this means but im pretty sure you go to jail if your a convict or something like that hahshsah(: I dont like this keyboard..! What does convict mean thsi is so harrrddd.
I have never met a convict before. I hope I don’t become one, I’ve had some close brushes with the law lately as a matter of fact. Convict could also be used as a verb however, and if it is used in this sense then I have convicted people before of things. Such as, for example, I have convicted my roommate of being a douchy doucherson.
A convict is someone who is in trouble, when used as a noun. Convict means to find someone guilty of something, when used as a verb. But, when you add -ion to the word, you have conviction, a noun that speaks of great promise!
I think it signifies a person who has been caught doing a wrongful act. And the definition requires a person being caught, which may be a prerequisite of the wrongful behavior.