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i feel like every time i try to have an honest opinion i’m shut up by my own fear f being rejected. everyone around me says i’m not happy anymore, that i don’t ever want to leave the house and do things. but what if i just need something or someone to make me happy again.
By lana on 07.23.2013
My father was irreverent, always challenging the norm with his funny comments.
As a kid, I would feel embarrassed sometimes by his unorthodox statements but now
I realize he was right to challenge and criticize. He saw more than we did.
By Robin on 07.23.2013
They weren’t bad girls, not like the girls who smoked and let the boys walk them to their cars. They had standards and a code. They weren’t afraid to call a spade a spade, a loser a loser, or a God by his first name.
By emmystrange URL on 07.23.2013
She was always irreverent, a brat in some ways, but clearly it came from smarts. One time she coughed in church, and when she saw the stares it got, she decided to do it again, but this time on purpose. And then again, Then again. It was incredible, the way she could control people’s heads,people’s attention. With a couch, with a simple little sound from a tickle in her throat that didn’t even exist.
By Jennine on 07.23.2013
Glaring eyes turned her way and she slapped her hand quickly over her mouth, trying to seem like she coughed, sneezed, something. To show such disrespect in this place was unheard of. She couldn’t help it though, they were acting like the woman was a saint, where she knew otherwise. She also could picture the old woman, sitting next to her, scoffing at every word out of their mouths because she was not some docile saint, she had a wicked temper, a sharp tongue, and her wit was with her through her dying day.
By Kvaughan URL on 07.23.2013
“Why the hell are you being so irreverent?” I shouted at her. “Don’t you know my feelings count just as much as yours?”
She shrugged and batted her lashes, just like she always did. She knew perfectly well she could fool me around.
By Lola on 07.23.2013
“I don’t want him in here,” Maggie put her purse on the table and flopped into the accompany chair. “I’m serious, Charles. If you bring him in here and I so much as even see him, you’ll wish a whole lot of things that have never crossed your mind before.”
“He’s a thirteen year old boy, Mags.” Her husband scrubbed a hand through his hair. “What do you expect me to do? He has nowhere to go and we’re probably the closest things he’s had to family in years.”
“He’s irritating, irresponsible and irreverent. I won’t have him here.”
“…what about one of the guesthouses?”
“Now you listen to me, Charles and listen well. If you put him in a guesthouse, you can pack yourself right up and move in there with him. This is serious. I know asking for a show of solidarity might be too much to ask, even of you, but you could at least show some respect.”
“There’s plenty of respect to be-”
“He has no sixth sense and mine is simply off the charts. We won’t get along. Not even for a second. Don’t make me choose between the two of you, because I will and it’s not a very difficult choice to make. I don’t want to lose my mind. I like it very much.”
Charles stared at her for a long moment, then his hands tightened into fists and he looked out of the study window. “Fine. I’ll tell Brad to take care of it.”
Maggie sniffed and rose from the chair, reaching for her purse to hook it over one arm. “Hate me for it all you like, but don’t you dare blame me for wanting to live what few days I have left in the peace and privacy of my own home.”
By Sara H. URL on 07.23.2013
The reverand stood in front of the audience, complete irreverent as to what he was about to say. The old bastard sounded off like Charles Dickens on a rant about political justice in society. He didn’t know a damn thing he was talking about. Sounded so uneducated on the subjects he was bringing up. The poor bastard… I almost felt bad for him
By AJ on 07.23.2013
I knew how to worship you without hinting at your godliness. You liked that. And I loved making a fool out of the gods. For they have wrought havoc upon my community, and I brought them to their knees. Filled them with sexual ecstasy and left them trembling on their backs.
By Ruben URL on 07.23.2013
You can walk on graves, you know. The soil won’t know, the stones don’t care, the dead are bored and blameless in their earthen apartments. You don’t have to tiptoe; say hello. Knock first.
By Claire Tried on 07.23.2013
the book falls to the floor, a heavy tome
of monarchies and butterflies
that never made it home. We
are irreverent to those who do not care.
By Annie P URL on 07.23.2013
I don’t know what that means. I really should increase my vocabulary. And I am definitely not starting today since I have no context clues to draw from and get the possible meaning word. Probably…I DON’T KNOW.
By Jecily Escorpiso on 07.23.2013
I’ve always been irreverent towards the traditions my religion holds so sacred. They seem pointless – simple actions that do not accomplish anything. Why would God care about that?
By Amanda on 07.23.2013
I never meant to get into trouble, but I couldn’t seem to help myself. If I was awake then my mouth was going and I’m not one to take anything seriously. Violence, drugs, and other big offenses weren’t my game, but when it came to backtalk I reigned supreme.
By Mia on 07.23.2013
It is something you are not courteous about and probably even rude. So it can be about some person’ s behavior.
By Alina on 07.23.2013
As the people you know become irreverent, your life becomes more and more vapid, until you look in the mirror and realize you lost yourself some miles back, and you’re not even sure it’s worth going back for. That self, that part of you, is long gone in the rear view, and there’s nothing but empty road ahead.
By Natty Hope on 07.23.2013
“I think it’s ok to be irreverent.”
“That doesn’t make any sense?”
“If you’re not relevant then you’re nothing.”
By Shimbo on 07.23.2013
the way he looekd at everything unsettled her. He looked at everything – his priest, his teacers, his books, his television, abso-goddamn-lutely everything – with the sott of disdain most people reserved for gum o ntheir shoe. it was unsettling, because he was the most respectufyl little shit she had ever me too.
By Becca on 07.23.2013
and cold to the core
unable to focus
without it’s a bore
you work and you slave
but it’s still it’s a chore
and you know well enough you can’t take it no more
so you work to find
that changes your mind
and makes your time fly
but with each new day
you establish new ways
to make fun of your ways
and never can change
so you won’t be different
and you’re sure it’s too much
for you to honor yourself
because you’re always in love
By Lauren on 07.23.2013
The irreverent jokester believed in no God, served no king and sent taxes to no president. He had no leader but the one foxtrotting around in his head, feeding him more comic material through a funnel.
He had been imprisoned several times along with his sister, who was equally as irreverent but ten times as funny. They would pass around the bucket of pork offered to them by the offended duke, and they’d make more jokes at his expense and laugh loudly enough for him to hear.
By Belinda Roddie URL on 07.23.2013
He stared, bored at the woman prancing around on the dais and flipping her auburn hair with a dazzling – but fake – smile. The crowd lapped it up, enchanted, but he couldn’t care less. It was nothing special to him. More fake than plastic cheese.
By Zahra URL on 07.23.2013
They said she was too loud
As though the joy in
Could break the holiness present
By Chelsea on 07.23.2013
Everything that Bill O’Reilly stated was irreverent to the tragedy. I can’t tell you how many times I have heard the “black on black crime” and the “hip hop gangsta culture” my entire life. It is complete and utter bullshit. There has to be a greater power at large pushing this. Oh wait, there is. The CIA, the FBI
By juniysa on 07.23.2013
Irreverent is being disrespectful. People usually asscoiate this with religious things. Like if you’re being disrespectful at church, you’re being irreverent. It’s more legitimitate that way. Like you can’t just be distrespeftful, you have to be “irr
By Courtney Withrow on 07.23.2013
By Jason on 07.23.2013
Come on, Reverend, you owe us. The 226 ain’t gonna forget what we’ve put in to this ghetto cathedral of yours. I’m sure God would want you to reward those who honor the church, right? So reward, Reverend, reward.
By JV on 07.23.2013
The fact that you love me for my size is irreverent; it is a matter of the entire universe, entire society that finds me rephernsible. But you know what? I love your body as well and it turns me on so much how much you want to fuck me. Like damn, he really feels that way.
By Juniysa on 07.23.2013
You know what, I really have no idea what this word means. It sounds like irrelevant, but it’s not. I think I know what it means but then it’s like…no. That’s not it.
The church’s mission is to counsel all those that are lost to the truth and ways of God. However there will be always those that will be irreverent to his command to believe on his word.
By victor URL on 07.23.2013
He was always so irreverent. Anything in front of him was garbage and he made sure everyone around him knew. So when he walked into the church that day you can imagine what happened.
By anthony URL on 07.23.2013
My imagination is irreverent.
By tina on 07.23.2013
“You don’t think it’s a bit irreverent to sit on the altar stone?” Reim asked Isidriel as he approached the lord’s side.
“I think my presence in a temple is irreverent,” Isidriel said with a slight smile. “Seeing as I’m a sinner, and all.”
Reim shook his head and chuckled.
By Isilo Aranel on 07.23.2013
As I walk into the school everyone is rude. Whispering. Talking. Words all about me. I am the only irreverent person in that school. Even the friends that I thought will last me forever, never did. The school is just full of everent people.
By Mya on 07.23.2013
As I walk into the school everyone is rude. Whispering. Talking. Words all about me. I am the only irreverent person in that school. Even the friends that I thought will last me forever, never did. I just sit in the corner of the building during recess, letting everyone mind their own business.
Today, I realized something. That fairy tales may not be true, that happy endings lie. That ‘they lived happily ever after’ stories are irreverent. They do not care for the people that believe in them, that put hope in them. But what I do know, is that someone made them up, that those stories were dreamt up; and if the human race can think of them, then they must exist.
By Anisha Russell URL on 07.23.2013
MY brain has melted into a mush of nothingness and this word seems especially difficult for me to write right now. Perhaps I’ve been doing too much art today. No…there’s no such thing. What am I saying, silly me. Irreverent…hmm…irreverent.
By Rachel Lanae URL on 07.23.2013
flying through the bells ring
flying dancing smashing screaming
rue the bells
sickle hammer slice the bells
spit and stammer
By Rhys on 07.23.2013
My name is Reverend Iris Rowler. And I am not a feminist.
By Ann M. Lynn URL on 07.23.2013
what does it mean
i don’t know
this aint good
we goin down
need a dictionary up in heeyah
By oops on 07.23.2013
Now, reverence and respect, you have to expect, you’ll only present to the elect you select. But, whoever you value, not just the few you can hold up before you and know it’s true that they’re precious to you, but, anyone to whom honor is due, you should honor them too. Your present selection of who deserves affection is irrelevant and should not effect who you respect. If it does, you’re irreverent.
By Land of Dave URL on 07.23.2013
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