Raised is the past tense of coming up. Once something is raised it is up. But does that mean that being raised is always good? People often say, “That’s the way I was ‘raised'”. But what if we weren’t raised? What if no habits bad or good were instilled in us? Would we raise ourselves? Would who we are be a manifestation of what our brain functions are without the influnce of the outside world? We have been raised to a certain extent but can we let go of what has been instilled in us and continue to “raise” ourselves. Food for thought.
I raised my glass, albeit hesitantly. I should be happy for him, but a part of me felt cold, burdened with the memories of a night that shouldn’t have happened. I was happy. I had convinced myself, time and again, this time was no different. Surely.
I raised my head and looked up at the sky. It was dark and smokey, like someone has set the forest on fire. There were no stars in the sky. No source of light. I looked around me confused. Where was this place?
I didn´t know what to do or what to say. She was so beautiful where she stood all alone in the dark. I have been raised to be patient and nice. I have been raised to always think twice before doing or saying something, but now I was totally blank and I wanted to be spontanious. To just reach out my hand and touch her pretty face even though we didn´t know eachother.
that’s the root of the problems. it’s how you’ve been raised. how your parents’ve been raised. and it all goes back to those ancient goons, whose irrationality is still based upon the upbringing of their gullible parents.
From the dead he was raised.
raised to walk the planet again
To again be part of the living
and for them to be part of him
as he was never complete
death tolled on him and pulled him down
so he clung to life and the living
to keep him living
some call him hateful things
but he is just he
but they call him other things
like zombie
i wanted to know what it would be like to raise children different than I was raised. it wasn’t hard to indoctrinate a broad view of acceptance, a lack of fear of things unknown, and a general love of learning. these were her supreme goals. she may feel lacking as a mother at times, but it was ultimately beautiful.
I was raised by a strong father and a mother who found her strength after I was already formed. I was raised in the bible belt and didn’t know any different for years and years. I was raised one way and learned I wanted to raise my children differently. I know that I am already doing things right by them. They have clear eyes and don’t see differences as obviously as I did.
Everything that we hold so dear, our comfortable blankets, food that tastes pretty good, status, body, friends, love, money, sex, it’s all going to end.
I was raised in a very conservative, strict manner. She was raised with little to none authority. People always said that she would be a failure, that she would amount to nothing. But she ended up flourishing in creativity, and set forth a whole new movement. I knew how to follow rules, she knew how to create her own.
I remember when the little baby was born and you were stressed out all the time. Was there food? Where were blankets? Everything was full of danger, a possible poison. After a little while, you were reconciled with the world and remembered to pay attention to the little person growing up, show her a bit of joy. When she laughed, it was sunny.
the arch of her eyebrow was slowly rising higher as she listened to him make excuse after excuse as to why he was late. first, it was that his boss asked him to finish a last minute project at work. then, he missed his buss, then he locked himself out. really, enough was enough. she couldn’t do this any more…
family homes lift me up to god i hope he loved me it seems like he doesnt even see me maybe lifting myself up will let me be found but they tred upon me push me to the ground i hate them but i cant let them go they r the only ones i have and i just need to get out of here i cant wait to get out my life needs to change NOW i need to get out or i will die. really i will die so close to the ground i can breathe in the dirt of the higher ones. i cant believe what tthey do but its just so hard to go on i have to get out
raised to love the wild. To pad around the house with nothing on my feet and wish i had grass between my toes. Sitting on a rock listening to the chirps of the chickadee that my mother would imitate to make me giggle when I wouldn’t stop crying. My grandfathers ghost emanated all things natural and made me yearn for anything that could possibly link me to him. Princeton man. Economist. Bird lover. Traveler. Quiet. Patient. He died the day I was born, and I always imagined sucking up a small part of his energy during my first breath. Between the thighs of a woman I would never know. Delivered to my mother and father days later like a pretty little package all wrapped up. I little chunk of soft flesh and dark matted hair. I looked up at my mothers feather-soft blonde lochs and deep sapphire dripped eyes. Love at first sight.
i love the world a lot do u love me go life and tyrone yea i like to climb go animals and nature and a lot of things boom yaaaaaaaa heart peace love hope faith no bully zone pretty random (; <3 peace
I was raised by a village. My entire community served as mom, dad, aunt, uncle, sister, brother. Every person I met became a mentor, and every person I loved loved me back.
I was raised in a broken home, but to me it seemed like the most whole home in the world. I had a brother and a sister anyway but the end of my parent’s marriage meant a new brother and sister, a new dad and a new mum too! As well as all the people I already had. What’s broken about that?
I was born and raised in the backwoods of Charles County. Mountainland North Carolina. My pa was never much for new ideas, saying “Them Yanks up Nof’ got all the new doo-dah, let ’em keep it up there.” I however was captivated by it. Nothing seemed to excite me more than running into to town to watch the fancy people in their flashy cars ride by with their upturned noses and snobbish frowns look down upon us poor people of Charles County.
The southerner raised his blue eyes at me. I was surprised. I was sitting in a Texas bar. It was a hot July afternoon. He wore lovely tan cowboy boots, brown leather trousers, red and green striped shirt and a wide brimmed brown hat. I ordered a steak and chips. He leaned across at me and said, “What are you drinking ma’am”? I was taken by surprise. His Texan accent was strong and deep. “It’s ok. I will get my own”. He smiled, “I am offering to buy you a drink. I don’t like to drink alone”. “Ok I will have a diet coke. Thanks”. He moved to my table. I noticed his broad smile. He flicked back his sandy hair. I. gobbled my 10 ounce steak and chips and he told me about his days on the ranch. I was mesmerized. He also told me that he had met Native Americans and slept with them on a reservation.
Four raised to the second power is 16. Math is dumb. I am not feeling inspired right now. The word raised reminds mo of the word raisin, thus reminding me how hungry I am. Maybe that’s why I can’t write anything good right now…
I was raised to be an angel to act accordingly to what I was taught and what I saw those around me doing. But, those around me did not know that I saw more than what they showed me, that I saw beyond the smiles and kind perfected appearances. I saw the reality. I saw the pain, the torture and cruelty that hid behind their eyes, The torment within their souls.
Cracking his knuckles he winced at the memory of his father. The cracking he had aped. He stretched out his fingers. No more.
Raised is the past tense of coming up. Once something is raised it is up. But does that mean that being raised is always good? People often say, “That’s the way I was ‘raised'”. But what if we weren’t raised? What if no habits bad or good were instilled in us? Would we raise ourselves? Would who we are be a manifestation of what our brain functions are without the influnce of the outside world? We have been raised to a certain extent but can we let go of what has been instilled in us and continue to “raise” ourselves. Food for thought.
I raised my glass, albeit hesitantly. I should be happy for him, but a part of me felt cold, burdened with the memories of a night that shouldn’t have happened. I was happy. I had convinced myself, time and again, this time was no different. Surely.
I raised my head and looked up at the sky. It was dark and smokey, like someone has set the forest on fire. There were no stars in the sky. No source of light. I looked around me confused. Where was this place?
I didn´t know what to do or what to say. She was so beautiful where she stood all alone in the dark. I have been raised to be patient and nice. I have been raised to always think twice before doing or saying something, but now I was totally blank and I wanted to be spontanious. To just reach out my hand and touch her pretty face even though we didn´t know eachother.
And someday, we will elevate, rise above our problems, and see them for what they are- small, and inconsequential against the beauty of the Earth.
that’s the root of the problems. it’s how you’ve been raised. how your parents’ve been raised. and it all goes back to those ancient goons, whose irrationality is still based upon the upbringing of their gullible parents.
children animals hand teacher student job money building statue cattle sheep
From the dead he was raised.
raised to walk the planet again
To again be part of the living
and for them to be part of him
as he was never complete
death tolled on him and pulled him down
so he clung to life and the living
to keep him living
some call him hateful things
but he is just he
but they call him other things
like zombie
i wanted to know what it would be like to raise children different than I was raised. it wasn’t hard to indoctrinate a broad view of acceptance, a lack of fear of things unknown, and a general love of learning. these were her supreme goals. she may feel lacking as a mother at times, but it was ultimately beautiful.
I was raised by a strong father and a mother who found her strength after I was already formed. I was raised in the bible belt and didn’t know any different for years and years. I was raised one way and learned I wanted to raise my children differently. I know that I am already doing things right by them. They have clear eyes and don’t see differences as obviously as I did.
Everything that we hold so dear, our comfortable blankets, food that tastes pretty good, status, body, friends, love, money, sex, it’s all going to end.
I was raised in a very conservative, strict manner. She was raised with little to none authority. People always said that she would be a failure, that she would amount to nothing. But she ended up flourishing in creativity, and set forth a whole new movement. I knew how to follow rules, she knew how to create her own.
I’ve been raised by two amazing people.
People I love.
But it’s time they let me go.
I need to choose my own path from here.
I need them to let me go.
I remember when the little baby was born and you were stressed out all the time. Was there food? Where were blankets? Everything was full of danger, a possible poison. After a little while, you were reconciled with the world and remembered to pay attention to the little person growing up, show her a bit of joy. When she laughed, it was sunny.
she raised me up towards the good side in life
she reared me that way
to see the good in the situation
and to walk towards it
the arch of her eyebrow was slowly rising higher as she listened to him make excuse after excuse as to why he was late. first, it was that his boss asked him to finish a last minute project at work. then, he missed his buss, then he locked himself out. really, enough was enough. she couldn’t do this any more…
family homes lift me up to god i hope he loved me it seems like he doesnt even see me maybe lifting myself up will let me be found but they tred upon me push me to the ground i hate them but i cant let them go they r the only ones i have and i just need to get out of here i cant wait to get out my life needs to change NOW i need to get out or i will die. really i will die so close to the ground i can breathe in the dirt of the higher ones. i cant believe what tthey do but its just so hard to go on i have to get out
raised to love the wild. To pad around the house with nothing on my feet and wish i had grass between my toes. Sitting on a rock listening to the chirps of the chickadee that my mother would imitate to make me giggle when I wouldn’t stop crying. My grandfathers ghost emanated all things natural and made me yearn for anything that could possibly link me to him. Princeton man. Economist. Bird lover. Traveler. Quiet. Patient. He died the day I was born, and I always imagined sucking up a small part of his energy during my first breath. Between the thighs of a woman I would never know. Delivered to my mother and father days later like a pretty little package all wrapped up. I little chunk of soft flesh and dark matted hair. I looked up at my mothers feather-soft blonde lochs and deep sapphire dripped eyes. Love at first sight.
i love the world a lot do u love me go life and tyrone yea i like to climb go animals and nature and a lot of things boom yaaaaaaaa heart peace love hope faith no bully zone pretty random (; <3 peace
I was raised by a village. My entire community served as mom, dad, aunt, uncle, sister, brother. Every person I met became a mentor, and every person I loved loved me back.
When Eileen felt him grab her ass in the crowded club she raised her tail and sprayed her noxious scent. The hipster cowered and retreated.
I was raised in a broken home, but to me it seemed like the most whole home in the world. I had a brother and a sister anyway but the end of my parent’s marriage meant a new brother and sister, a new dad and a new mum too! As well as all the people I already had. What’s broken about that?
I was born and raised in the backwoods of Charles County. Mountainland North Carolina. My pa was never much for new ideas, saying “Them Yanks up Nof’ got all the new doo-dah, let ’em keep it up there.” I however was captivated by it. Nothing seemed to excite me more than running into to town to watch the fancy people in their flashy cars ride by with their upturned noses and snobbish frowns look down upon us poor people of Charles County.
The southerner raised his blue eyes at me. I was surprised. I was sitting in a Texas bar. It was a hot July afternoon. He wore lovely tan cowboy boots, brown leather trousers, red and green striped shirt and a wide brimmed brown hat. I ordered a steak and chips. He leaned across at me and said, “What are you drinking ma’am”? I was taken by surprise. His Texan accent was strong and deep. “It’s ok. I will get my own”. He smiled, “I am offering to buy you a drink. I don’t like to drink alone”. “Ok I will have a diet coke. Thanks”. He moved to my table. I noticed his broad smile. He flicked back his sandy hair. I. gobbled my 10 ounce steak and chips and he told me about his days on the ranch. I was mesmerized. He also told me that he had met Native Americans and slept with them on a reservation.
Four raised to the second power is 16. Math is dumb. I am not feeling inspired right now. The word raised reminds mo of the word raisin, thus reminding me how hungry I am. Maybe that’s why I can’t write anything good right now…
Some people really were not raised right.People who are murderers & killers & stuff.
cash was raised by monkeys so he doesn’t know how to talk.
I was raised to be an angel to act accordingly to what I was taught and what I saw those around me doing. But, those around me did not know that I saw more than what they showed me, that I saw beyond the smiles and kind perfected appearances. I saw the reality. I saw the pain, the torture and cruelty that hid behind their eyes, The torment within their souls.
dale was raised so bad by his parents that he is failing in school
raised can be used as a verb.
I raised the football and put it away.
i raised my hand in the air. i raised the flag. he raised the gun in the air. he raised in the air. cash wasn’t raised good.
raised can be used as a verb.
I went to raise the flag this morning but the flag was missing. Every day I raise the flag but today it was not going to happen.
I love to see the sun raise every day , it is a wonderful sight to see when i wake up sleepy.
i raised a cat it was so intiresting to do it was a great experense so it is very nice
soap is raised
I was raised in Phoenix and lived down there for 2 years and was raised at Whiteriver for 7 years.
my parents raised me the best they could dale was raised very baddly
the man was raised high in the air.
the kid was raised by his parents
The plane slow raised up above the clouds and once above them the view was magnificent. It raised my soul to its capacity.