Raise…I need a raise. How exactly am I supposed to pay for college and food? All I really want is to be able to go into a grocery store and be able to buy whatever I want. This type situation is why freegans exist.
We lifted up our connected hands, and black light seeped up into the sky. Julian. Five other colors gradually made a rainbow of light. White was all that was left. A searing pain threatened to break my grip with Julian and Kanzi, but I held on for dear life. The light slowly moved out of my chest, causing it to catch on fire. Or at least that’s what it felt like. The white light finally met up with the other colors, and the plan was complete.
what we hope for after long hours at work but often the increments are so small… questioning why we bother, why we work so hard… because we love what we do as teachers!
“Give me a hand, can you?” I thought he was right behind me as I raised the painting and held it against the wall. Behind me was empty and he had drifted off picking up papers, looking into files in the other room. What was he looking for?
I raised my glass and spoke to the crowd, “not only is it the right of our fathers and mothers, but it is the right of everyone, as americans, to receive what we deserve and what we deserve is a healthy life, emotionally, physically, and mentally.”
I stand over my husband’s grave, reciting the spell I paid dearly for — to raise the dead. I trip over the arcane tongue, mispronouncing a word. Shit! It probably won’t work now! I forge ahead anyway, and the ground at my feet quakes and splits apart. I am overjoyed… until I see it happening to ALL the graves.
I raise my hands to the sky
I see your face but it’s a lie
you don’t love me anymore
and there’s nothing i can do
I drowning in the memories of me and you.
I’m not into this much but go ahead and tell me what it is that makes your head explode and your arms want to move. I wasn’t about to be that person. I was the girl that stood in the back of the crowd. But then I saw Meranda and all at once I knew I had to go I had to be there.
raise//
the sun, golden burning fire.. appearing above the world to lift our meaningless spirits to a point where the currency of our souls no longer has need for this…
raise
I lower my face in sorrow, but you raise my eyes to the sky. There are clouds there, but you bid me look past them. “The sun is always there if you look hard enough,” you say. “Always look for the sun.
If I wanted to pick up the jigsaw I’d have never thrown it out of the box in the first place, and if I’d wanted to look even further into a stupidly big abyss I’d have never gripped onto the handlebars that are driving me further and further away from what I know. Because if I had risen before I’d fallen, well, that’d have been plain stupid, wouldn’t it?
I had to raise my standards if I wanted to play with him. He was no boy with a shirt open too far, jeans slung too low. He smelled, in fact, like ginger, like expensive restaurants, like my last glass of champagne nine years ago.
I decided I couldn’t play. Sometimes, one must be content with what finds in the alley behind the apartment that is home to a woman who calls this type of man “husband.” Sometimes, one forgets the other dream and licks tuna from a can.
I saw the bodies on the floor around me and I feel a cold whisper in darkness of the crypt. Why was this broken into? Then in a tongue not unlike any I heard before I heard “Rise”, and the lifeless remains began to slowly animate….
“I want a raise. It’s pure and simple. I deserve a raise, and you’re going to give it to me. I work hard, sweat a lot and always find myself at the bottom, looking up. ”
She paused, looked at the surgeon, who smiled and said “That’s not entirely possible.”
I will raise myself from the ground
every time I fall.
And ignoring the heckling calls
of those who scorn my independence
and my morals
and my virtue,
I will persist, live and love.
Deal with it.
The boots raise him a few inches off the ground, and he struts about in the them like nobody’s business while he treats the mike like a sex toy. And afterward, when the makeup and leather and glitter are removed, he looks at himself in the mirror, his normal quiet self, shrunk back down without those boots… He wonders for the thousandth time why he needs all that to be confident. *A sheep in wolf’s clothing,* he thinks wryly, and laughs to himself as he heads to the back for the vodka.
Raise your voice. If you have something to say, say it loud and say it in a manner that intrigues all who hear you. Speak your mind, don’t live in fear of what others might think.
I think about raise and see people raising their hands to the sun, in victory, in sadness and so on, you know all the things you do that involves raising hands…yeahhh.
If you give me a raise, I will erase the bad.
Sing me a song to make me less sad.
Bring me the dreams I wish I had,
Back when I was a lad.
Oh, I am not glad.
Thanks dad!
=)
I stood atop the brick and stone and raised my eyes upward. How I would love to shine like the moon, sway like the tree encased by the brick wall; even entrapped, the elm managed to move with such grace… such beauty. I jumped from the wall, and for seconds I moved like that tree, agile, graceful. Ultimately condemned, but free for the moment.
I raise my eyebrows to meet her expectations as she recites a litany of flaws that reach deeper than my scalp and then I am treading water and raising my roof higher than my brow can reach before I go under and a pair of strange arms raises me up into light.
“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter, Mr. Livonelle.”
Frank ran his fingers through his hair, remembering. The almost comically silent firing of the gun, the level of regret that he had never felt before, the blood. All of this for a raise?
Remorse coated his words, as he stared down at his feet, “I know.”
Raise my hand, get called upon, I’m already missing those days. Sometimes having the longest summer vacation of your life has its drawbacks. I can’t wait for these two weeks to pass.
Raise…I need a raise. How exactly am I supposed to pay for college and food? All I really want is to be able to go into a grocery store and be able to buy whatever I want. This type situation is why freegans exist.
My father raised me the first 5 years, then I raised him.
We lifted up our connected hands, and black light seeped up into the sky. Julian. Five other colors gradually made a rainbow of light. White was all that was left. A searing pain threatened to break my grip with Julian and Kanzi, but I held on for dear life. The light slowly moved out of my chest, causing it to catch on fire. Or at least that’s what it felt like. The white light finally met up with the other colors, and the plan was complete.
There’s a silent scream
Rising inside of me
Pounding against my chest
Waiting for it’s release
I raise my head high as my father taught me to. To be strong and wise and never to allow outside judgement to force unnecessary change upon myself.
what we hope for after long hours at work but often the increments are so small… questioning why we bother, why we work so hard… because we love what we do as teachers!
Appealing for a truce he tried to raise his skull and crossbones flag, and was dismayed when he became cannon fodder.
The moon breathed heavily as it told the sun to rise. “Fall” said the old man on the hill.” Life askew, hallucinatory epiphanies of death.
“Give me a hand, can you?” I thought he was right behind me as I raised the painting and held it against the wall. Behind me was empty and he had drifted off picking up papers, looking into files in the other room. What was he looking for?
children grow and flowers droop. i teach you well and teach you good. look up to see what is to come making sure ive raised you well.
I raised my glass and spoke to the crowd, “not only is it the right of our fathers and mothers, but it is the right of everyone, as americans, to receive what we deserve and what we deserve is a healthy life, emotionally, physically, and mentally.”
I stand over my husband’s grave, reciting the spell I paid dearly for — to raise the dead. I trip over the arcane tongue, mispronouncing a word. Shit! It probably won’t work now! I forge ahead anyway, and the ground at my feet quakes and splits apart. I am overjoyed… until I see it happening to ALL the graves.
A T.
I raise my hands to the sky
I see your face but it’s a lie
you don’t love me anymore
and there’s nothing i can do
I drowning in the memories of me and you.
I’m not into this much but go ahead and tell me what it is that makes your head explode and your arms want to move. I wasn’t about to be that person. I was the girl that stood in the back of the crowd. But then I saw Meranda and all at once I knew I had to go I had to be there.
raise//
the sun, golden burning fire.. appearing above the world to lift our meaningless spirits to a point where the currency of our souls no longer has need for this…
raise
I lower my face in sorrow, but you raise my eyes to the sky. There are clouds there, but you bid me look past them. “The sun is always there if you look hard enough,” you say. “Always look for the sun.
panchos – raise the flag, raise the flag!
m’elevasti;
up above the broken earth,
you have raised me up
If I wanted to pick up the jigsaw I’d have never thrown it out of the box in the first place, and if I’d wanted to look even further into a stupidly big abyss I’d have never gripped onto the handlebars that are driving me further and further away from what I know. Because if I had risen before I’d fallen, well, that’d have been plain stupid, wouldn’t it?
to life someone up, to bring someone up, when someone takes someone and puts them above themselves. to grow, to reach, to bring up.
I had to raise my standards if I wanted to play with him. He was no boy with a shirt open too far, jeans slung too low. He smelled, in fact, like ginger, like expensive restaurants, like my last glass of champagne nine years ago.
I decided I couldn’t play. Sometimes, one must be content with what finds in the alley behind the apartment that is home to a woman who calls this type of man “husband.” Sometimes, one forgets the other dream and licks tuna from a can.
I saw the bodies on the floor around me and I feel a cold whisper in darkness of the crypt. Why was this broken into? Then in a tongue not unlike any I heard before I heard “Rise”, and the lifeless remains began to slowly animate….
“I want a raise. It’s pure and simple. I deserve a raise, and you’re going to give it to me. I work hard, sweat a lot and always find myself at the bottom, looking up. ”
She paused, looked at the surgeon, who smiled and said “That’s not entirely possible.”
I will raise myself from the ground
every time I fall.
And ignoring the heckling calls
of those who scorn my independence
and my morals
and my virtue,
I will persist, live and love.
Deal with it.
I raise my eyes to the sun. It blinds me, and yet, I love the feeling that something can be so amazing that we can’t even bear to look at it…
My spirits were raised when you walked in the room. A smile spread across my face, just to see you
I then raise the question, who’s business is it whether or not I truly love him? I am still figuring things out, isn’t that enough?
The boots raise him a few inches off the ground, and he struts about in the them like nobody’s business while he treats the mike like a sex toy. And afterward, when the makeup and leather and glitter are removed, he looks at himself in the mirror, his normal quiet self, shrunk back down without those boots… He wonders for the thousandth time why he needs all that to be confident. *A sheep in wolf’s clothing,* he thinks wryly, and laughs to himself as he heads to the back for the vodka.
I’ll raise the bar
and set the standard high
you won’t even reach par
that you can’t deny
You’ve always looked down
your crooked nose at me
Trade your beauty queen crown in for a frown
because I’m so much more than you’ll ever be
Raise your voice. If you have something to say, say it loud and say it in a manner that intrigues all who hear you. Speak your mind, don’t live in fear of what others might think.
Flick’em up, pick’em up, raise’em UP WHOA-EEEEEE!
Chill out, dog. You forgot about the corn chili. Please relax and enjoy.
He tried his hardest to raise the barrier and let her through but there was no shifting it, they were trapped on opposite sides and the end was coming
I think about raise and see people raising their hands to the sun, in victory, in sadness and so on, you know all the things you do that involves raising hands…yeahhh.
If you give me a raise, I will erase the bad.
Sing me a song to make me less sad.
Bring me the dreams I wish I had,
Back when I was a lad.
Oh, I am not glad.
Thanks dad!
=)
I stood atop the brick and stone and raised my eyes upward. How I would love to shine like the moon, sway like the tree encased by the brick wall; even entrapped, the elm managed to move with such grace… such beauty. I jumped from the wall, and for seconds I moved like that tree, agile, graceful. Ultimately condemned, but free for the moment.
I raise my eyebrows to meet her expectations as she recites a litany of flaws that reach deeper than my scalp and then I am treading water and raising my roof higher than my brow can reach before I go under and a pair of strange arms raises me up into light.
How do I raise above this.
How can sink with a float?
I can I raise with a stone?
up, kingdom,
“I don’t think you have a choice in the matter, Mr. Livonelle.”
Frank ran his fingers through his hair, remembering. The almost comically silent firing of the gun, the level of regret that he had never felt before, the blood. All of this for a raise?
Remorse coated his words, as he stared down at his feet, “I know.”
Raise my hand, get called upon, I’m already missing those days. Sometimes having the longest summer vacation of your life has its drawbacks. I can’t wait for these two weeks to pass.