Her house was her territory, she hadn’t shared it for years now, but he had a right to be there. This shouldn’t be hard but it was because she didn’t wnt to give up her space.
Personal space. Moments in time that belong to us and only us. These moments and areas are what give our life meaning and ownership. My territory is my arena. My battlefield to explore life and reach the far ends of my territory to explore what my life has to offer.
Terrioty reminds me of bees ants and all kinds of animals who guard themselved from enemies. We humans also establish territories but mostly the mentala kind rather than physical boundaries . terrirtory can also apply to nations
land owned by someone
animals
greenery
their home
fields
your space
Northern
you rule over it
Aboriginals
your things
Victoria
the wild
ACT
a mark
a place
crocodiles
I haven’t been there except in dreams. When the other half of my soul travelled to the Northern Territory, and in the space between waking and dreaming I was transported there too. The red sand bleed between my toes and the sky was endless. The earth rose in spectacular cliffs, and dry plants clung to desperate vestiges of green in the narrow patch of land between the startling red and dazzling blue.
I don’t have any. I always feel invaded. I want to gain my own. If I ever have it I will cherish it forever. It must be amazing to have that kind of power…
your’e supposed to be mine. you were supposed to only be with me but i’m losing you and its driving me crazy. i hate it
i hate it. stop leaving me alone all the time i cant handle the smell of abandonment that washes up every time you leave. stop leaving me with myself.
Marshmallow was sad to leave her home behind. As she passed the border of her previous territory, she only looked back once. She saw Cocoa’s sleeping form. Snowball was nearby, comforting her. Smokey, Gozer, Bandit, and Spud stood guard around the camp. Marshmallow was sad to go but she had to leave.
territory means that there’s a marked-off area which belongs to someone. many countries have territories and many animals have different ways of marking off their territory.
Territory is when a animal has their own house, such as dens, nests, and etc…
You see, territory can be a word used for birds, their territories are trees, where they lay they’re nest and breed birds.
Dogs are very territorial. They mark they’re spot by “peeing” on it. I think they pee on it anyway. I’ve never been totally sure. I do know that when they see another dog heading towards they’re spot, pretty much the first thing that comes to they’re mind is, “Hey! That’s MY spot punk! Back off! Get away! Hey! You wanna play tug-of-war?” {other dog}” Sure! Why not! But only if I get your spot!” Idiots.
“This is MY territory, Yo” he shouted as his thick yellow stream splashed against the fence post.
“How many times do I have to go here before you learn”
The dog looked at his master mournfully. What a weirdo
Territory. I am always trying to find my niche. To make my home feel like mine, but you seem to be there, infringing on my territory. My space at work feels more freeing because you have never been a part of that territory.
The borders of their territory were marked every morning on a strict schedule. If that schedule were to be neglected the scent markings would fade and Others would be somewhat justified in encroaching upon the hunting grounds and sacred homeland territory of the Tribe.
Arvey breathed deeply and felt her body relax. In literal uncharted territory in the west, she was facing uncharted territory of her own. Her fingers stretched out for something to grab, and that something was the front of her companion’s shirt. Pulling her toward her. Feeling her mouth pressed against her chapped lips. Quinoni smelled like tobacco and tasted like sweet, dried sap.
The prevalence in mental illness is a widespread territory
America’s biggest story, the ultimate headliner,
our president is one fancy winer
I mean diner
has he every felt the hardcore presence of a middle classmens raining bills?
was he there to put on a thrill
when I was a maverick who figured out
how to claim my dependent?
our government puts America to shame.
voting polls are rigged,
and even then
some mysterious group supplants our votes?
better off hopping in my car, and finding ways
to make myself the city star,
fuck passing the bar
there’s plenty of fortunate waiting
outside of the constitution’s locked car.
stake out a place for yourself amidst all this hostile territory. share it with those who have nowhere else to go. guard it– and them– with your life, if you have to.
She positioned the cushions in such a way that no one would ever touch her. She curled her knees closer to her body and tried to shut out all noise. Around her, the other preschoolers were running and playing and making noise.
I love my territory – now stay out of it. Territorial piss posts. Whispers in the closet. We are more alike my friends than we are unalike. We are more alike my friends that we are unalike.
Down the Stuart highway we were driven by our French drivers – camping in rest areas, lighting fires, cooking beans, rice and veggies and travelling between hot sunny days and cold cold nights all the way down to Uluru where magical sunrises lifted the desert and the rocks into a photographers dream.
I gasped and cowered. He was nothing but a feral beast. I was stupid for coming here with him. He was a wolf, and I had become nothing but a territory to claim.
The wind chime clanged hollowly in the evening sea breeze. It had a sorrowful, declamatory sound, like bone on bone. From her bed, where she lay curled and frozen, Ellis thought it was the only sound in the world she wished to hear when she was so sad. It was the only noise that would not enrage her or engage anything of her consciousness. She wished only to sleep, but was unable. This yard, this room, this bed: all were her territory, but she needed to lose herself in hypnosis. The wind chime jangled on and on, soft and implacable as a tide.
staking my claim
i have wandered into the wilderness of her heart
exploring the wild and wonderful domain
and all i have seen has compelled me
her spirit to obtain
I shall make her my country
I will defend her to my dying breath
From the bounty of her soul
I shall live and find my peace
No longer a restless wanderer
I have found my home
territory is like a persenel boble
Her house was her territory, she hadn’t shared it for years now, but he had a right to be there. This shouldn’t be hard but it was because she didn’t wnt to give up her space.
1territory = Total Echoing Realizing Respect Inclusively To Other’s Responsive Yards
Crossing the frozen lake, spewing diesel fumes behind us. Hunched liked buddhas on our over snow vehicles, we soldier on.
This is my territory.It will not be taken easily. It is to be protected. It is sacred. Holy. Beautiful. Life changing. And it belongs to me.
I’m very territorial. My mind is my greatest territory. No one can take it from me and in it I keep my secrets. Those are what is most precious to me.
Protecting the space that has been given, gifted perhaps. Passed down from an unknown order, knowingly taken. A label fit for kings. A new start.
Personal space. Moments in time that belong to us and only us. These moments and areas are what give our life meaning and ownership. My territory is my arena. My battlefield to explore life and reach the far ends of my territory to explore what my life has to offer.
Terrioty reminds me of bees ants and all kinds of animals who guard themselved from enemies. We humans also establish territories but mostly the mentala kind rather than physical boundaries . terrirtory can also apply to nations
Japonia
Chiny
Australia
Egipt
Turcja
Peru
Brazylia
Indie
Włochy
Meksyk
Jordania
Kambodża
Stany Zjednoczone
Gwatemala
Ekwador
Tybet
Islandia
best work
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land owned by someone
animals
greenery
their home
fields
your space
Northern
you rule over it
Aboriginals
your things
Victoria
the wild
ACT
a mark
a place
crocodiles
Territory, what is it good for. What will we do to defend what we have defined as our, at what cost will we go to?
I haven’t been there except in dreams. When the other half of my soul travelled to the Northern Territory, and in the space between waking and dreaming I was transported there too. The red sand bleed between my toes and the sky was endless. The earth rose in spectacular cliffs, and dry plants clung to desperate vestiges of green in the narrow patch of land between the startling red and dazzling blue.
That wonderful space that is carved in our minds to divide us, to make comparisons, and to make us feel like we have accomplished something.
I don’t have any. I always feel invaded. I want to gain my own. If I ever have it I will cherish it forever. It must be amazing to have that kind of power…
your’e supposed to be mine. you were supposed to only be with me but i’m losing you and its driving me crazy. i hate it
i hate it. stop leaving me alone all the time i cant handle the smell of abandonment that washes up every time you leave. stop leaving me with myself.
Science is the discovery of new territories. Is it the case? I would say sometimes it is just a different angle of seeing the same landscape.
[Pt. 2]
you can’t “discover”
a place already having
men in great numbers
it’s not “colonize”
where live and thrived a people
that you terrorized
total genocide
you sought so none would remind
of truth you deny
truth is, you invade
if land left aft of you is paved
with graves of the slain
If native were you
then as nazi flag to Jews
is the red, white, and blue
white people declare
to be “true” americans
yet european
they were “colonists”
“pioneers”, “settlers” of land
of “free” and the “brave”
but they looked to claim
across populated plains
making earth blood stained
Against, for glory,
“savages attack” of “their”
“new TERRITORY”
How is it you own
land where others first had homes
and set crops to grow?
a trail can’t be blazed
if a path has been pre-made
through lands of real braves
[2 B Cont’D]
Marshmallow was sad to leave her home behind. As she passed the border of her previous territory, she only looked back once. She saw Cocoa’s sleeping form. Snowball was nearby, comforting her. Smokey, Gozer, Bandit, and Spud stood guard around the camp. Marshmallow was sad to go but she had to leave.
territory means that there’s a marked-off area which belongs to someone. many countries have territories and many animals have different ways of marking off their territory.
Territory is when a animal has their own house, such as dens, nests, and etc…
You see, territory can be a word used for birds, their territories are trees, where they lay they’re nest and breed birds.
Some lions lives in caves, dark ones mostly.
Animals fight for their territory
Dogs are very territorial. They mark they’re spot by “peeing” on it. I think they pee on it anyway. I’ve never been totally sure. I do know that when they see another dog heading towards they’re spot, pretty much the first thing that comes to they’re mind is, “Hey! That’s MY spot punk! Back off! Get away! Hey! You wanna play tug-of-war?” {other dog}” Sure! Why not! But only if I get your spot!” Idiots.
The dog left his scent around his home. It is to say, “Stay away! This is my territory!”
the U.S territories are at war. do i care? not at all.
territory pride lamd liend
“This is MY territory, Yo” he shouted as his thick yellow stream splashed against the fence post.
“How many times do I have to go here before you learn”
The dog looked at his master mournfully. What a weirdo
Territory. I am always trying to find my niche. To make my home feel like mine, but you seem to be there, infringing on my territory. My space at work feels more freeing because you have never been a part of that territory.
The borders of their territory were marked every morning on a strict schedule. If that schedule were to be neglected the scent markings would fade and Others would be somewhat justified in encroaching upon the hunting grounds and sacred homeland territory of the Tribe.
Arvey breathed deeply and felt her body relax. In literal uncharted territory in the west, she was facing uncharted territory of her own. Her fingers stretched out for something to grab, and that something was the front of her companion’s shirt. Pulling her toward her. Feeling her mouth pressed against her chapped lips. Quinoni smelled like tobacco and tasted like sweet, dried sap.
The prevalence in mental illness is a widespread territory
America’s biggest story, the ultimate headliner,
our president is one fancy winer
I mean diner
has he every felt the hardcore presence of a middle classmens raining bills?
was he there to put on a thrill
when I was a maverick who figured out
how to claim my dependent?
our government puts America to shame.
voting polls are rigged,
and even then
some mysterious group supplants our votes?
better off hopping in my car, and finding ways
to make myself the city star,
fuck passing the bar
there’s plenty of fortunate waiting
outside of the constitution’s locked car.
stake out a place for yourself amidst all this hostile territory. share it with those who have nowhere else to go. guard it– and them– with your life, if you have to.
She positioned the cushions in such a way that no one would ever touch her. She curled her knees closer to her body and tried to shut out all noise. Around her, the other preschoolers were running and playing and making noise.
I love my territory – now stay out of it. Territorial piss posts. Whispers in the closet. We are more alike my friends than we are unalike. We are more alike my friends that we are unalike.
Down the Stuart highway we were driven by our French drivers – camping in rest areas, lighting fires, cooking beans, rice and veggies and travelling between hot sunny days and cold cold nights all the way down to Uluru where magical sunrises lifted the desert and the rocks into a photographers dream.
“MIne.” He growled.
I gasped and cowered. He was nothing but a feral beast. I was stupid for coming here with him. He was a wolf, and I had become nothing but a territory to claim.
The wind chime clanged hollowly in the evening sea breeze. It had a sorrowful, declamatory sound, like bone on bone. From her bed, where she lay curled and frozen, Ellis thought it was the only sound in the world she wished to hear when she was so sad. It was the only noise that would not enrage her or engage anything of her consciousness. She wished only to sleep, but was unable. This yard, this room, this bed: all were her territory, but she needed to lose herself in hypnosis. The wind chime jangled on and on, soft and implacable as a tide.
staking my claim
i have wandered into the wilderness of her heart
exploring the wild and wonderful domain
and all i have seen has compelled me
her spirit to obtain
I shall make her my country
I will defend her to my dying breath
From the bounty of her soul
I shall live and find my peace
No longer a restless wanderer
I have found my home