There is a roar inside me that is forcing its way out. To be freed from the enclosure at the back of my mind. To spill itself on the sandy surface of the paper. To be shouted and be heard through the hallows of the trees. Desperately trying to break free from the encasement I have built around it. But I can’t. I have I have locked it inside, fearing it might destroy me, but now I fear that I, myself am the one destroying myself.
dinasour, cliche dp’s by overenthustiastic teenagers
roar-sexy, hardly barly
overrated
meow instead
angry lion, nothing sounds scary when roaring
A scream, from a horrow movie
The roar of the wind fused with the roar of the waves as it lashed against the rocks. My skirt and long hair whips about and around me. But in this tempest, I still feel at one with the universe.
When a scream is a roar.. The heart is pounding with frustration and anger, and the hands are dripping with sweat. The throat is choked with emotion, but words are coming out in a scream.. which is a roar.
“ROAR!” The lion was standing right behind me. This is what I get for my adventure? I thought that I would love going on an African Safari. Alone. Maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea my mind has ever thought up.
Lions roar. And so do tigers. Well, even birds why not? Birds should roar and so should human. No? well, it’s what i think. What do you think? Roaring is aggression? Nope. It’s love. For me that is.
My boyfriend’s name is Ruari. Like Roar-ie. He’s greaaaaaat. Like tony the tiger. Do tigers roar? Or is that simply a lion thing? Im pretty unsure. Someone needs to let me know.
Im treating this as more of a word association aren’t I?
The roar of the lion was deafening indeed. I thought that I would fell off the back of the truck as we approached the entrance to the zoo when we visited it on my vacation. It was however a most satisfying moment indeed as we stood in front of the cage and viewed the animals from a safe distance.
lovely sunny afternoon
drinking coffee on your balcony
thinking life’s beautiful when you don’t have to work
then your cellphone rings
and your boss says they can’t make it trough the work day without you
and you roar like a lion (i see lions are popular today) because you’re angry and don’t want to do anything today.
true story.
the roar of the people echoes inside my head
the crowd are loud
and the lights are bright and flashing
the noises dont stop and the colours swirl
and it drives me to the ground
it’s a lovely afternoon
drinking coffee in a park
walking dogs, playing games
thinking life’s nice when you don’t have to go to work
then your cellphone rings
and your fucking boss calls you cause there’s a mess at your workplace
and they can’t make it trough the day without you
and you roar like a fucking lion because you’re angry and you just want to do nothing today
true story.
It starts as a growl, persistent and rumbling within my ribcage. It wants to get out, warning me like a volcano before it erupts. Then it comes, sudden and forceful, with a roar that makes me want to cover my ears and clutch at my heart. It spills out from me, all that was life pouring out of my body and pooling around me like blood. I don’t even utter a sound. I’m unable to. My breath is caught, while my life flows around me, spreading away. I am drained and empty. The golden warmth that once filled my heart has now been replaced by a hollowness that only a book with its content ripped out and leaving it useless would know.
a lion in his den was startled by a teeny tiny mouse…what a ferrous roar to be wasted on such a wee mouse..a roar that should have only been for the intimidating of a kind..
out there, lots of sounds were pouring out of the savannah as he washed his eyes with regret. how could he have left her there? so many things so many things circled round his head, carving out what would later be his untimely end, into oblivion, the abyss of his torn up dreams. the roar shattered through the treetops as he began to flee.
I really don’t know what’s with this word. Is it like, the sound that a dinosaur makes? Like, “rawr”? Lol. Anyway, the instruction said to not think. Just write so that’s what I’m going to do. Or rather, that’s what I’m doing right now. What do you want to prove? Roar? Lol.
he shrunk back in fear.
he tried to run, block them out,
don’t let them get to him
but he can’t.
he try.
then he exploded.
ROAR.
They’re gone.
Peace, for now.
I have a pose I strike beside lions in famous places–the Boston Library, the NYPL–well, those are the only non-living Lions I know and I donèt know any living ones. But it ès the rorar pse
The roar of the ocean echoed over the beaches of the east coast, echoed the sighs of the sadden sailors travelling the waves, echoed my thoughts. I am lost.
Des had one word but he couldn’t decide whether it should be just one or two. Impossibly indecisive he trended towards overthinking and contemplating. Forever procrastinating and this time was no different to any other situation he had encountered.
Lions roar awesomely. We cant roar like then as we are humans and they have their special abilities as we do. But you know when parents scold as, we as children thinks they are roaring. The first thing that comes to our mind is Lion
The ocean clawed at the sand. My ankles were cold. The air was fresh. It had been so long since the last time I was there. The sun shines brighter on the beach. There’s a reason too; because the beach is the best place in the world. It’s a proven fact. I’ve got some memories buried there. One of these days I’ll live on the beach.
A lions roar can send a tingle through your spine. That one roar just emits a power that you know is much stronger than you. A lion, a close relation to a cat. Roar!
Roar
says the lion
says the bear
says the tiger
says the empowered woman
says my tounge
says my soul
It’s trite and bitter and stale like a cracker left out in the sun
say anything too much and even sounds lose their meaning
i did not know until yesterday that it was possible to be filled with so much anger that i thought i might never speak again and only roar and hurt for the rest of my life. but when it came down to it i was too scared so i only apologised and left.
So i was at the zoo the other day an saw many types of animals. One that was most impressive was the lion, he had a tremendous roar! It scared my little one so much I had to convince him forever to go back and see the lions before we left. Now what do you think of that? a roar so loud? I went camping once at african lion safari and woke up to the sound of the lions roaring, amazing.
There is a roar inside me that is forcing its way out. To be freed from the enclosure at the back of my mind. To spill itself on the sandy surface of the paper. To be shouted and be heard through the hallows of the trees. Desperately trying to break free from the encasement I have built around it. But I can’t. I have I have locked it inside, fearing it might destroy me, but now I fear that I, myself am the one destroying myself.
a lion in a jungle as me when i see you all shiny and ready to do things to me,
dinasour, cliche dp’s by overenthustiastic teenagers
roar-sexy, hardly barly
overrated
meow instead
angry lion, nothing sounds scary when roaring
A scream, from a horrow movie
The roar of the wind fused with the roar of the waves as it lashed against the rocks. My skirt and long hair whips about and around me. But in this tempest, I still feel at one with the universe.
When a scream is a roar.. The heart is pounding with frustration and anger, and the hands are dripping with sweat. The throat is choked with emotion, but words are coming out in a scream.. which is a roar.
“ROAR!” The lion was standing right behind me. This is what I get for my adventure? I thought that I would love going on an African Safari. Alone. Maybe this wasn’t the brightest idea my mind has ever thought up.
The thunder’s roar in my ears, the rain’s wet traces on my skin. I walk in darkness, wading in water, wasting myself.
Lions roar. And so do tigers. Well, even birds why not? Birds should roar and so should human. No? well, it’s what i think. What do you think? Roaring is aggression? Nope. It’s love. For me that is.
My boyfriend’s name is Ruari. Like Roar-ie. He’s greaaaaaat. Like tony the tiger. Do tigers roar? Or is that simply a lion thing? Im pretty unsure. Someone needs to let me know.
Im treating this as more of a word association aren’t I?
the cat was tired of biting his neck so she yawned and licked its stomach. it was nighttime anyways.
The roar of the lion was deafening indeed. I thought that I would fell off the back of the truck as we approached the entrance to the zoo when we visited it on my vacation. It was however a most satisfying moment indeed as we stood in front of the cage and viewed the animals from a safe distance.
The sound I make when I get out of bed
When there is a fire in my head
Power, rage, exhaustion.
lion roar…it seems ….when he used cry….his anger….pouring through eyes….scarier…but
lovely sunny afternoon
drinking coffee on your balcony
thinking life’s beautiful when you don’t have to work
then your cellphone rings
and your boss says they can’t make it trough the work day without you
and you roar like a lion (i see lions are popular today) because you’re angry and don’t want to do anything today.
true story.
the roar of the people echoes inside my head
the crowd are loud
and the lights are bright and flashing
the noises dont stop and the colours swirl
and it drives me to the ground
it’s a lovely afternoon
drinking coffee in a park
walking dogs, playing games
thinking life’s nice when you don’t have to go to work
then your cellphone rings
and your fucking boss calls you cause there’s a mess at your workplace
and they can’t make it trough the day without you
and you roar like a fucking lion because you’re angry and you just want to do nothing today
true story.
It starts as a growl, persistent and rumbling within my ribcage. It wants to get out, warning me like a volcano before it erupts. Then it comes, sudden and forceful, with a roar that makes me want to cover my ears and clutch at my heart. It spills out from me, all that was life pouring out of my body and pooling around me like blood. I don’t even utter a sound. I’m unable to. My breath is caught, while my life flows around me, spreading away. I am drained and empty. The golden warmth that once filled my heart has now been replaced by a hollowness that only a book with its content ripped out and leaving it useless would know.
a lion in his den was startled by a teeny tiny mouse…what a ferrous roar to be wasted on such a wee mouse..a roar that should have only been for the intimidating of a kind..
out there, lots of sounds were pouring out of the savannah as he washed his eyes with regret. how could he have left her there? so many things so many things circled round his head, carving out what would later be his untimely end, into oblivion, the abyss of his torn up dreams. the roar shattered through the treetops as he began to flee.
I really don’t know what’s with this word. Is it like, the sound that a dinosaur makes? Like, “rawr”? Lol. Anyway, the instruction said to not think. Just write so that’s what I’m going to do. Or rather, that’s what I’m doing right now. What do you want to prove? Roar? Lol.
like a lion, like an ocean, rumble, rough
what is the sound of feet on the earth shaken
by it
I roar and it makes me free. I roar and it frightens my collegues. I roar and this makes space around me. You roar and I wonder who you really are.
I can hear it when I am with you, when I know you, when I see you
We are loudest together
lions
roar.
tigers
roar.
?
not me, I don’t roar.
I am human.
he shrunk back in fear.
he tried to run, block them out,
don’t let them get to him
but he can’t.
he try.
then he exploded.
ROAR.
They’re gone.
Peace, for now.
I roared up at the ceiling. Blood pounded underneath my skin. I turned to face you: ‘no.’ Was all you said.
I have a pose I strike beside lions in famous places–the Boston Library, the NYPL–well, those are the only non-living Lions I know and I donèt know any living ones. But it ès the rorar pse
The roar of the ocean echoed over the beaches of the east coast, echoed the sighs of the sadden sailors travelling the waves, echoed my thoughts. I am lost.
Des had one word but he couldn’t decide whether it should be just one or two. Impossibly indecisive he trended towards overthinking and contemplating. Forever procrastinating and this time was no different to any other situation he had encountered.
Lions roar.
I’ve heard it was load,
but I never heard a lion myself
They live on the African Plains free to roar about the open space.
I think other animals roar too,
like tigers
my heart roars just at the sight of you, i move just an inch closer today than yesterday but every time i finally get close to you, you push me away…
words unlike i had heard before. she spoke in a growl. mad, i think. maddening, for me.
roar, like a lion. roar.
like a scream. i turned away. like a dream, i returned later.
is this what it’s like to be in hell? is this what it’s like to be with someone who doesn’t know what hell is?
she smiled. laughed a bit. we kissed and fucked.
two angry people.
Lions roar awesomely. We cant roar like then as we are humans and they have their special abilities as we do. But you know when parents scold as, we as children thinks they are roaring. The first thing that comes to our mind is Lion
The ocean clawed at the sand. My ankles were cold. The air was fresh. It had been so long since the last time I was there. The sun shines brighter on the beach. There’s a reason too; because the beach is the best place in the world. It’s a proven fact. I’ve got some memories buried there. One of these days I’ll live on the beach.
A lions roar can send a tingle through your spine. That one roar just emits a power that you know is much stronger than you. A lion, a close relation to a cat. Roar!
Roar
says the lion
says the bear
says the tiger
says the empowered woman
says my tounge
says my soul
It’s trite and bitter and stale like a cracker left out in the sun
say anything too much and even sounds lose their meaning
i did not know until yesterday that it was possible to be filled with so much anger that i thought i might never speak again and only roar and hurt for the rest of my life. but when it came down to it i was too scared so i only apologised and left.
So i was at the zoo the other day an saw many types of animals. One that was most impressive was the lion, he had a tremendous roar! It scared my little one so much I had to convince him forever to go back and see the lions before we left. Now what do you think of that? a roar so loud? I went camping once at african lion safari and woke up to the sound of the lions roaring, amazing.
tigers/kittens
thunder/drizzle
pressing your ear onto a railtrack
(I hope you get up just in time)
Leaning across the mesh covered glass wall. The creature rose and gave fright to the innocent ignorant. Self-centered annoyance amongst the adults.