My stomach is the leviathan that will end the world with it’s roars. Somehow this does not surprise me in the least. At all. No, it really doesn’t. It doesn’t.
The lion roared so loud it echoed off the mountain tops. The antelope looked up from their feast of green grass to ponder where the lion was, judging if they should run or not, they nodded to each other, an unknown language only understood by the animals. ach bearing their own language, specific to their own speicies, the ability to undersatnd their own kind.
The wave roared with hunger. Normal people ran. Surfers tensed with excitement. Because that’s surfers, and the majority of them have extremely bad risk-calculating abilities. And are also just not very smart. They are pretty hot, though.
She was aglow. Her face burned and her eyes had lit up like as though there were a fire behind them. A smirk played across as her lips as the light and every sound behind her seemed to roar. Faintly he remembered thinking that he must have fallen in love. He’d never felt anything so overpowering.
The mutters of the crowd soon turned to a muffled roar of discontent. Flustered, his assistant rushed to the foot of the stage. “Sir,” he gasped. He hastily shoved a pile of different notes into his commander’s hands. “Try the other speech before they revolt!”
Lions need a strong roar to show who they are. But I don’t think you need to roar in this world, we’re asked to, and we come to believe we need to, but in reality it’s not the roar at all but what’s behind the roar. And someone with a peace of mind, doesn’t need to roar, he knows he can roar, but knows he doesn’t need to. I need to right now, but I want to get to the point I don’t.
some when we are silent its the loudest roar we are sending out. the kings and the lions roar to make their presence felt. some use voice and some dont.
the roar of the ocean is happening inside of my skull, and it scares things out of me. noise can be distracting but in a way that focuses your attention. roar to your life and scare people so they focus on important things. never recoil always roar. roar like a flower blooming in the morning and don’t regret it.
a rumble from within that expresses how you are, what you are, and why you are. a bright shimmer of light within. something that makes you fight harder than you had thought possible.
Sometimes when I am at my quietest, when I am simply sitting composed and observant, I am in reality at my angriest, most charged state. My father told me that I do not yell as others do. Instead I speak tersely and softly and deliberately. I speak in a way that creates a dam to hold back my flooding roar.
I really, really want to roar in public sometimes. I just get so annoyed, so claustrophobic. Talking about periods or incest doesn’t get people away. Maybe a roar would. Probably.
There’s a roaring behind my ears right now and there’s a ghost story about that somewhere but I can’t hear it if I keep tapping away and scraping my pen against the walls and putting more and more pills in my mouth wet slap and I can’t do both I can’t do that and pay attention to time limits
He roared in anger and fell into the trap they had laid out for him. Giant paws tried to rip the net apart, but it was hopeless: the straps were designed to catch him and keep him where he was. It was only a matter of time until they would find him.
The lion gave a ferocious roar to all the people at the zoo who was staring at him all day long. It was a boring life, really. Watching people stare at you for days on end with awe on their faces. He should have been hunting, pouncing on clueless animals than simply staying behind the cage to serve as entertainment. He wanted a life beyond this place. He wanted to live beyond this prison.
the animal roared with such intensity that the life seemed to drain out of Richie’s ears. It pearsed his eardrum. He could not see straight because the hellish noise filled his brain with terror. When he finally came to, he got up and ran from the creature making the roar.
Richie took small steps in the direction of his house, when he hit the front door, he fumbled with his keys and struggled to get the door open.
RAAAWR. I jumped and looked around. It was just Jo, smiling her crooked-teeth smile as usual. Oh, I said. Hi. I felt like I had to be nice to her because everyone else was. O h well.
There was a terrifying sound coming from the underbrush. I turned around, my heart racing, my breath shallow. It couldn’t be…
I thought that I had saw that terrifying beast before in my dreams, but not now, when I am clearly conscious. Or am I?
i saw the lion before he saw me. He looked my way and i started to run as fast as i could. i wasn’t fast enough. he caught me, and i fell to the ground, and my whole life was coming to an end. I felt like I would never see my family again. But then, I woke up. It was over.
and the lion roared, a mighty roar that could be heard from miles away. The people weren’t sure if it was a roar of pride or of anguish. The lion wasn’t sure either. He was torn between pride at being a strong, brave lion and heartache that his proud mane wouln’t apologize to her.
tigers? roar? elementary school. I remember those times. They were easy and it didnt matter who had the nicest clothes or shoes. all that mattered was who you got to sit next to in class and whether or not you got to pick your seat. Then middle school happened. Then high school happened.
There was a fierce roar and she thought her heart would stop. She didn’t know who had made the sound—or perhaps what—but all she knew was that she had to immediately run away from this horrific place where this unknown terror was lurking. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest as she stepped on her heel and turned around, running away. She ran so fast she felt like she was flying. The soles of her feet burned, foretelling blisters that would eventually form, but all the physical pain washed away in face of the mental terror haunting her mind.
“Rawr!” the little lion squealed hoping to get a reaction out of his friend but it seemed to do nothing to phase him. He had heard it all before. Yet the little Lion had no idea what he got himself into. As the elder lion stretched his back as he bowed down he took in a deep breath and let out a roar so loud it knocked the little lion back the feet. Startled he looks up at the lion, jumps up and leaps toward him, do it again!
My stomach is the leviathan that will end the world with it’s roars. Somehow this does not surprise me in the least. At all. No, it really doesn’t. It doesn’t.
wind will roar
waves will roar
lions will roar
my father roars
society roars
inside i’m roaring
some say it’s beautiful
i can’t escape
The lion roared so loud it echoed off the mountain tops. The antelope looked up from their feast of green grass to ponder where the lion was, judging if they should run or not, they nodded to each other, an unknown language only understood by the animals. ach bearing their own language, specific to their own speicies, the ability to undersatnd their own kind.
I can hear through the paper
you sound like the gust of an angry wind
I can’t bare the sound of your thoughts aloud
spare me, please
and leave me be.
says the lion
says the sea
says the people
says the sky
says the heavens
The wave roared with hunger. Normal people ran. Surfers tensed with excitement. Because that’s surfers, and the majority of them have extremely bad risk-calculating abilities. And are also just not very smart. They are pretty hot, though.
She was aglow. Her face burned and her eyes had lit up like as though there were a fire behind them. A smirk played across as her lips as the light and every sound behind her seemed to roar. Faintly he remembered thinking that he must have fallen in love. He’d never felt anything so overpowering.
The mutters of the crowd soon turned to a muffled roar of discontent. Flustered, his assistant rushed to the foot of the stage. “Sir,” he gasped. He hastily shoved a pile of different notes into his commander’s hands. “Try the other speech before they revolt!”
Raor like a whore steppin in my front door.
Lions need a strong roar to show who they are. But I don’t think you need to roar in this world, we’re asked to, and we come to believe we need to, but in reality it’s not the roar at all but what’s behind the roar. And someone with a peace of mind, doesn’t need to roar, he knows he can roar, but knows he doesn’t need to. I need to right now, but I want to get to the point I don’t.
A lion roarred and I screamed “HELP!”, he told me to be quiet, because his son was asleep and had a long day at school tomorrow.
some when we are silent its the loudest roar we are sending out. the kings and the lions roar to make their presence felt. some use voice and some dont.
the roar of the ocean is happening inside of my skull, and it scares things out of me. noise can be distracting but in a way that focuses your attention. roar to your life and scare people so they focus on important things. never recoil always roar. roar like a flower blooming in the morning and don’t regret it.
a rumble from within that expresses how you are, what you are, and why you are. a bright shimmer of light within. something that makes you fight harder than you had thought possible.
A lion roarred and I screamed “HELP!”, he told me to be quiet, because his son was asleep and had a long day at school tomorrow.
like a lion or the wind or without an r and just row.
And the lion threw his head back and released the sound that brought creatures to their knees
Sometimes when I am at my quietest, when I am simply sitting composed and observant, I am in reality at my angriest, most charged state. My father told me that I do not yell as others do. Instead I speak tersely and softly and deliberately. I speak in a way that creates a dam to hold back my flooding roar.
His timid, muffled whispers transformed into a vicious roar that shook that whole of the building, vibrations entwining with the metal barrings.
raor with pride
it makes me high
with hopes and dreams
it seems to me
that it’s only right
to take flight
with my words as wings.
I really, really want to roar in public sometimes. I just get so annoyed, so claustrophobic. Talking about periods or incest doesn’t get people away. Maybe a roar would. Probably.
There’s a roaring behind my ears right now and there’s a ghost story about that somewhere but I can’t hear it if I keep tapping away and scraping my pen against the walls and putting more and more pills in my mouth wet slap and I can’t do both I can’t do that and pay attention to time limits
He roared in anger and fell into the trap they had laid out for him. Giant paws tried to rip the net apart, but it was hopeless: the straps were designed to catch him and keep him where he was. It was only a matter of time until they would find him.
The lion gave a ferocious roar to all the people at the zoo who was staring at him all day long. It was a boring life, really. Watching people stare at you for days on end with awe on their faces. He should have been hunting, pouncing on clueless animals than simply staying behind the cage to serve as entertainment. He wanted a life beyond this place. He wanted to live beyond this prison.
if an ear’s shaped like a shell why can’t I always hear the ocean?
my lucid dreams roar the insanity to sanity, the rapid to tranquil, and the impossible to possible.
the animal roared with such intensity that the life seemed to drain out of Richie’s ears. It pearsed his eardrum. He could not see straight because the hellish noise filled his brain with terror. When he finally came to, he got up and ran from the creature making the roar.
Richie took small steps in the direction of his house, when he hit the front door, he fumbled with his keys and struggled to get the door open.
RAAAWR. I jumped and looked around. It was just Jo, smiling her crooked-teeth smile as usual. Oh, I said. Hi. I felt like I had to be nice to her because everyone else was. O h well.
There was a terrifying sound coming from the underbrush. I turned around, my heart racing, my breath shallow. It couldn’t be…
I thought that I had saw that terrifying beast before in my dreams, but not now, when I am clearly conscious. Or am I?
A noise made by an animal to warn, scare or impress an other animal (similar to talking).
Uproar, crying down the tunnel
Funnell up more than you tore
Moar than words can describe
I love you with many a delights
Daybreak roars upon its arrival.
i saw the lion before he saw me. He looked my way and i started to run as fast as i could. i wasn’t fast enough. he caught me, and i fell to the ground, and my whole life was coming to an end. I felt like I would never see my family again. But then, I woke up. It was over.
I could roar at the top of my lungs how much I hate you and you would probably find a reason not to believe me.
No matter how many times you say it’s okay if I don’t return your affections, I know it’s not.
I want out.
and the lion roared, a mighty roar that could be heard from miles away. The people weren’t sure if it was a roar of pride or of anguish. The lion wasn’t sure either. He was torn between pride at being a strong, brave lion and heartache that his proud mane wouln’t apologize to her.
it takes a boy to roar.
and a man to mewl
as a kitten, his chin
quivering in the moonlight while his son
conquers the fear of firsts
and change.
tigers? roar? elementary school. I remember those times. They were easy and it didnt matter who had the nicest clothes or shoes. all that mattered was who you got to sit next to in class and whether or not you got to pick your seat. Then middle school happened. Then high school happened.
how i felt when you hurt me again.
i can’t handle you anymore.
roar.
was all i could muster.
roar.
was all i felt.
There was a fierce roar and she thought her heart would stop. She didn’t know who had made the sound—or perhaps what—but all she knew was that she had to immediately run away from this horrific place where this unknown terror was lurking. She could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest as she stepped on her heel and turned around, running away. She ran so fast she felt like she was flying. The soles of her feet burned, foretelling blisters that would eventually form, but all the physical pain washed away in face of the mental terror haunting her mind.
“Rawr!” the little lion squealed hoping to get a reaction out of his friend but it seemed to do nothing to phase him. He had heard it all before. Yet the little Lion had no idea what he got himself into. As the elder lion stretched his back as he bowed down he took in a deep breath and let out a roar so loud it knocked the little lion back the feet. Startled he looks up at the lion, jumps up and leaps toward him, do it again!