She gazed at the world with innocent wide eyes and a perfect haircut, wearing those frilly clothes that her mother picked out for her.
She said the right things, did the right things. But she never forgot.
And one day she came home with those pretty eyes lined in black and leather and holes everywhere.
We all have the ability to revolt.
“It was just one little hit,” she told herself as she buckled over with pain. Her head simultaneously lost weight and slammed back, like three panes of wood sliding to the back of a truck bed. With a tight clutch of her abdomen, she crashed to the floor. With the smack of her kneecaps and a hurling motion forward, felt a rush of warm liquids spew from her mouth.
It’s time to revolt. I’ve had enough. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of what I see in the mirror. It’s time to take back the person I know is in there somewhere. It’s time to make myself win. I know I can beat this. I know I can make this happen. My dream is out there and it’s time for me to reach that ultimate goal. Time is now.
Revolt is the synonym of rebellion, and yet sounds more intense, don’t you think? All the wars and battles ever fought on the face of this earth were revolts. It’s pretty amazing how dissatisfied people could be.
Revolt, to not go with the norm. to create something different. I don’t really know the word, but it’s okay. Six letters two syllables. The world rolls off your tongue, soft and sweet. The color of the word this rose pink, makes me happy.
yes revolt fills my heart! let ir spring forth from each willing sould and create a new world paradise. Anastasias words will find a place here and create a new world in wich man is as man should be.
Revolt. Rebellion. The dragons of different colors united to revolt against the government. How ironic that maybe at one time in human history, gangs were feared by the public. Now, they were the salvation representing what was right and good–freedom. I felt I was the only one who questioned the future: a world without a government but ruled by gang lords…
revolting, something that makes you want to run in the opposite direction, something disgusting and intolerable. something i cannot stand. something disgusting, something nasty. something revolting.
His sense revolted. He cringed and shrank back under the barrier and shut his eyes tight against the wall of extreme heat and the stench from the burning corpse, which, oddly enough, was still standing, staging a revolt of its own it seems. Just then, his body revolted and he threw up his entire breakfast of bangers and mash.
I dont really know what this word means, because nowadays no one uses it. We sit in our private homes and read nice magazine articles that do or don’t inform us…and we sit. and we sit. and here i am typing on my computer that was made using labor exploitation
See us gathered on the top of this hill, looking down towards the poor and up towards the Gods. Will the revolt of the hungry usurp us from this place, or Him from his throne? Time will tell.
The angry child stomped around the house like a raging Tyrannosaurus Rex. “I WANT MY TOY!” he screamed, desperate to win the battle waging between his infantile nature and the calm, patient personality of his mother. However, she wouldn’t forget this attempt at revolt.
revolt. the word stuck in my brain like a polyp growing branches and feathery tendrils reaching into the farthes corners of my conciousness. would it even be possible in my current state of mind to consider such insurrection? suppose if I garnered enough support it would be plausible. but so many people seem to like his company. seem to find him amusing or charming. why is it only me that sees his true nature of obnoxious self absorbed idiocy? he needs to be overthrown entirely. If they can’t see it well then I’ll just have to convince them. perhaps a persuasive essay. i’ve been told i am pretty adept at those. but i suppose his judgement matters little seeing as i put no stock in his point of view. maybe if I had even one iota of respect for the man, those forty minutes might be tolerable if not enjoyable.
I already had this word. so i am revolting against my mother cuz she controls me and it is quite suffocaing. I plan for passive agressive revenge. jkkk. i love my mom. the americans revolted against the british. the frnch against the spanish
She wanted to revolt like a slave. She wanted to take charge of her life and leave this place all behind. Maybe quite possibly, there might be something else out there for her.
The frnch in the 160’s rebbeled against spanish ruke in the frecnh colony of loiuisian cuz they did not accept spanish authority.. the americans revolted gainst the british. i have ssenn this word before. many of my friends do not know what this means.
The Chinese students desperately fought for freedom. Humanity is not meant to be free we are caged animals non sedatives but sessionally incapable of existing on our own. Revolt the quest for personal redemption the sessional ingredient to the romantic idealised life. Cight fight fight yourself fight the man fight your dick. Being human is revolting
There are those little things, the revolt within the soul, that come first. Before the heartbreak or the faint whisper of a storm in progress, there’s that little revolt – and that must be the saddest part. The heart knows, as it so often does, what will occur before the tragedy hits.
The trumpet sounded. The masses gathered in unison, ready to fight to the death. As the plebian rebels approached the well-armed guards of the union, they were terrified.
I would raise my arms all around you, hear the smoke whisper and sing. The blood and everything dark would mingle so that I could be with you. I would bring down an army in your name, revolt against anyone who wants to stand in our way and control our souls which intertwine into the sky even as we bleed on this battlefield.
My headphones are a little large on my head, but what I am to expect from a pair of 10 year old hand-me-downs? It’s cold, but I’m sweating. I’m anxious. This molotov cocktail seems to only get heavier. I’m headed downtown, and I know exactly what I’m going to do. I’m joining in that student revolt for… that cause…what was that cause, again?
I have to write about this word. I am just trying not to think. I don`t really know the meaning but I guess this is interesting. I guess since the word has RE it might be about doing something again, but I`m not really sure. I didn`t really write
she grabbed your hand, and tried to drag you close. You grabbed the bottle and brought it along for the ride. She ran away, you revolted her. She couldn’t handle your sick twisted threesomes. She couldn’t handle your sick twisted games. She was sick at the taste of day old vodka and orange juice. She was sickened by the taste of the other girls mouths.
The power is rising. The world is protesting. the peasants are mad, and the anger builds up. People get angry at themselves, the world, and time itself. ANGER.
against society. revolt against the world. revolt against yourself. everything you thing is the norm, break away and fly away. do not let yourself be the stereotype of what is excepted of you. revolt.
Today, I was hoping the word would be petty. I always try and guess which word it will be; always, I am wrong. Revolt was the last thing that came to mind and makes me thing of horses (which I do not care for). Revolt, colt… Same thing in my mind.
I do enjoy a fine revolt at least once a decade or so, hmm yes. Whenever one starts to foment I quickly make my way to the pertinent locale and just sniff in the air, sniff it like this – mmmmmmMMNNFNNFFFFFFFFHhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
‘Tis beautiful. All the little oppressed people throwing off their shackles and all that, what? I do say: if you know how to appreciate it, it can be quite the aphrodisiac, mmm yes.
changing power. Taking what you believe is rightfully yours. No more questions about what is real, but demanding answers, demanding truth. Rising up to fill the place you belong.
I wish as many people hated the school system the way I do. That way we could stage a full-scale revolt. I mean, I guess realistically even if enough people did hate school as vehemently as I do a revolt probably wouldn’t come of it, but I always have a lot of fun imagining it, I can’t lie about that. I just love images of several likeminded people rising up against oppression, especially when they’re teens with brains in their heads rather than their genitals.
She gazed at the world with innocent wide eyes and a perfect haircut, wearing those frilly clothes that her mother picked out for her.
She said the right things, did the right things. But she never forgot.
And one day she came home with those pretty eyes lined in black and leather and holes everywhere.
We all have the ability to revolt.
“It was just one little hit,” she told herself as she buckled over with pain. Her head simultaneously lost weight and slammed back, like three panes of wood sliding to the back of a truck bed. With a tight clutch of her abdomen, she crashed to the floor. With the smack of her kneecaps and a hurling motion forward, felt a rush of warm liquids spew from her mouth.
Remain calm. I ain’t gonna work on Maggie’s farm no more.
The revolution will not be televised.
It’s time to revolt. I’ve had enough. I’m sick of this. I’m sick of what I see in the mirror. It’s time to take back the person I know is in there somewhere. It’s time to make myself win. I know I can beat this. I know I can make this happen. My dream is out there and it’s time for me to reach that ultimate goal. Time is now.
fighting for freedom, usually against a government, radicals but also people just wanting minor change. usually violent but doesn’t have to be.
So much revolt. It’s revolting….
Revolt is the synonym of rebellion, and yet sounds more intense, don’t you think? All the wars and battles ever fought on the face of this earth were revolts. It’s pretty amazing how dissatisfied people could be.
Revolt, to not go with the norm. to create something different. I don’t really know the word, but it’s okay. Six letters two syllables. The world rolls off your tongue, soft and sweet. The color of the word this rose pink, makes me happy.
yes revolt fills my heart! let ir spring forth from each willing sould and create a new world paradise. Anastasias words will find a place here and create a new world in wich man is as man should be.
Revolt. Rebellion. The dragons of different colors united to revolt against the government. How ironic that maybe at one time in human history, gangs were feared by the public. Now, they were the salvation representing what was right and good–freedom. I felt I was the only one who questioned the future: a world without a government but ruled by gang lords…
revolting, something that makes you want to run in the opposite direction, something disgusting and intolerable. something i cannot stand. something disgusting, something nasty. something revolting.
Mutiny of one.
I emerged.
Won.
His sense revolted. He cringed and shrank back under the barrier and shut his eyes tight against the wall of extreme heat and the stench from the burning corpse, which, oddly enough, was still standing, staging a revolt of its own it seems. Just then, his body revolted and he threw up his entire breakfast of bangers and mash.
I dont really know what this word means, because nowadays no one uses it. We sit in our private homes and read nice magazine articles that do or don’t inform us…and we sit. and we sit. and here i am typing on my computer that was made using labor exploitation
See us gathered on the top of this hill, looking down towards the poor and up towards the Gods. Will the revolt of the hungry usurp us from this place, or Him from his throne? Time will tell.
The angry child stomped around the house like a raging Tyrannosaurus Rex. “I WANT MY TOY!” he screamed, desperate to win the battle waging between his infantile nature and the calm, patient personality of his mother. However, she wouldn’t forget this attempt at revolt.
revolt. the word stuck in my brain like a polyp growing branches and feathery tendrils reaching into the farthes corners of my conciousness. would it even be possible in my current state of mind to consider such insurrection? suppose if I garnered enough support it would be plausible. but so many people seem to like his company. seem to find him amusing or charming. why is it only me that sees his true nature of obnoxious self absorbed idiocy? he needs to be overthrown entirely. If they can’t see it well then I’ll just have to convince them. perhaps a persuasive essay. i’ve been told i am pretty adept at those. but i suppose his judgement matters little seeing as i put no stock in his point of view. maybe if I had even one iota of respect for the man, those forty minutes might be tolerable if not enjoyable.
I already had this word. so i am revolting against my mother cuz she controls me and it is quite suffocaing. I plan for passive agressive revenge. jkkk. i love my mom. the americans revolted against the british. the frnch against the spanish
She wanted to revolt like a slave. She wanted to take charge of her life and leave this place all behind. Maybe quite possibly, there might be something else out there for her.
The frnch in the 160’s rebbeled against spanish ruke in the frecnh colony of loiuisian cuz they did not accept spanish authority.. the americans revolted gainst the british. i have ssenn this word before. many of my friends do not know what this means.
revolt!
sunlight has approached
I wake hungry
alert
ready to bite and scratch
revolt!
I will sit on your head
meow in your face
I wake hungry
and your green porcelain is empty
feed me you slave
and I will
rub a sandpaper
tongue
across your face
and make you call it
love
The Chinese students desperately fought for freedom. Humanity is not meant to be free we are caged animals non sedatives but sessionally incapable of existing on our own. Revolt the quest for personal redemption the sessional ingredient to the romantic idealised life. Cight fight fight yourself fight the man fight your dick. Being human is revolting
There are those little things, the revolt within the soul, that come first. Before the heartbreak or the faint whisper of a storm in progress, there’s that little revolt – and that must be the saddest part. The heart knows, as it so often does, what will occur before the tragedy hits.
The trumpet sounded. The masses gathered in unison, ready to fight to the death. As the plebian rebels approached the well-armed guards of the union, they were terrified.
I would raise my arms all around you, hear the smoke whisper and sing. The blood and everything dark would mingle so that I could be with you. I would bring down an army in your name, revolt against anyone who wants to stand in our way and control our souls which intertwine into the sky even as we bleed on this battlefield.
My headphones are a little large on my head, but what I am to expect from a pair of 10 year old hand-me-downs? It’s cold, but I’m sweating. I’m anxious. This molotov cocktail seems to only get heavier. I’m headed downtown, and I know exactly what I’m going to do. I’m joining in that student revolt for… that cause…what was that cause, again?
I have to write about this word. I am just trying not to think. I don`t really know the meaning but I guess this is interesting. I guess since the word has RE it might be about doing something again, but I`m not really sure. I didn`t really write
Since forever there has only been ‘we’: no ‘I’ no ‘you’. But today I saw the flower, I felt the grass, and I will never be ‘we’ again.
evil americans revolt against british go against hate not like i dont like this evil boring against, I will revolt obama
there are people revolting in egypt right now. there is a revolution against the current government. it is 2011.
she grabbed your hand, and tried to drag you close. You grabbed the bottle and brought it along for the ride. She ran away, you revolted her. She couldn’t handle your sick twisted threesomes. She couldn’t handle your sick twisted games. She was sick at the taste of day old vodka and orange juice. She was sickened by the taste of the other girls mouths.
The power is rising. The world is protesting. the peasants are mad, and the anger builds up. People get angry at themselves, the world, and time itself. ANGER.
american revolution, peasants protesting
against society. revolt against the world. revolt against yourself. everything you thing is the norm, break away and fly away. do not let yourself be the stereotype of what is excepted of you. revolt.
Today, I was hoping the word would be petty. I always try and guess which word it will be; always, I am wrong. Revolt was the last thing that came to mind and makes me thing of horses (which I do not care for). Revolt, colt… Same thing in my mind.
What is a revolt? I don’t really know, if anyone can help me plz do! I’m haven a blonde moment which isn’t cool. But I’m used to it.
I do enjoy a fine revolt at least once a decade or so, hmm yes. Whenever one starts to foment I quickly make my way to the pertinent locale and just sniff in the air, sniff it like this – mmmmmmMMNNFNNFFFFFFFFHhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.
‘Tis beautiful. All the little oppressed people throwing off their shackles and all that, what? I do say: if you know how to appreciate it, it can be quite the aphrodisiac, mmm yes.
I want to stand up and revolt against the pressure and the injustice, but I am tired and weak. So I give in and shrug.
changing power. Taking what you believe is rightfully yours. No more questions about what is real, but demanding answers, demanding truth. Rising up to fill the place you belong.
I wish as many people hated the school system the way I do. That way we could stage a full-scale revolt. I mean, I guess realistically even if enough people did hate school as vehemently as I do a revolt probably wouldn’t come of it, but I always have a lot of fun imagining it, I can’t lie about that. I just love images of several likeminded people rising up against oppression, especially when they’re teens with brains in their heads rather than their genitals.