Violence is one of the key parts of the world. Violence can be found everywhere. Domestic abuse, video games, nature, everywhere. Everything is violent. Humans crave violence. There are also pacifists, who have no interest in violence. my previous sentence was incorrect, MOST humans crave violence. There we go, that’s better.
Her hand swung back and violently hit his face. She couldn’t help herself, what he said was utterly unacceptable.
“How dare you speak that way of a lady?!” she screamed and turned her back on him.
“You have no right. Please, leave.”
sex is violent and so is love. Whenever you feel like you have accomplished sth it is torn from your calloused fingers. violence propells us forward, it makes us human.
.ah. resist. peace. is better. always better. temptation must be denied. better things come from peace. happier. and just better. wars. death. all can be avoided. with peace and love. hugs instead of hits. do everything you do out of love. then peace will be a result. a world with no killing and fear. that should be a goal.
I thought the word was violet, but it was violent. That changes things. violet is so soft and breezy, perfumes and innocent looking flowers. Add an N in the right place and I see fists and blood and pain and crying and nobody wins. Violent violets?
The violent winds crashed through the windows and tore open the doors. Life was ripped precariously from it’s seams and torn from it’s home. No longer did gravity have control. The wind had a mind of it’s own – violent and unrelenting.
ah. resist. peace. is better. always better. temptation must be denied. better things come from peace. happier. and just better. wars. death. all can be avoided. with peace and love. hugs instead of hits.
Ah, violence. The bane of most everyone at some point or another. It’s not a word to really be used lightly, as it describes the times when people really get into kick-butt drive, for good or bad. It’s never quite struck me as right, but some people can’t learn any other way. :(
It’s not violent, it’s delicate and perhaps a bit midnight blue. Your disgusting touch on my necklace brush you ugly lush sensitive bad sense of foreboding, reassuring testimony tentacle. Breathe your violence down my neck and shove me into a wall, love, hate me, despise me, rearrange me and disappear from my eye gland. You fucking bell end dictator.
bad scary what people do when they get very angry and cant control it. crazy. some people are more violent then others. when things go bad. or out of control.
a use of hate. A feeling you get to express your rage. I’ve never been the violent type at least so it seems. I may never throw a punch outside but violence inside creates broken dreams.
i like ants but not there violence and how some need other animals as food it would be nice if they could make there own food, so they wouldnt have to bother other animals to get food and just live a peaceful life just like we should.
Violent nights blossom because violent drinks make us sputter and choke and slowly slow our minds, so sluggish, that we forget who our friends are, what matters. But, hangovers… They educate us.
he is violent. he hits me, scratches at my eyes, tells me i’m nothing. we’ve been together almost 8 years. i want to leave but he’s VIOLENT. i don’t know what to do and i’m afraid if i don’t get out i’ll become like him. i can feel myself becoming him now.
sometimes, he tells jokes and brushes the hair out of my eyes and kisses them and my forehead and tells me, “baby, you’re perfect.” but later, he becomes a different person…violence overcomes.
I wonder what the world would be like without violence. Is violence necessary so we can recognize peace? Does everything have to have a polar opposite in order to make sense?
Violent ist nicht violett. Und ich weiß nicht, ob Violett als Farbe zur Gewalt passt. Hat die Gewalt eine Farbe? Wenn dann ja wohl eher Rot, oder? Rot ist zwar auch die Liebe, aber wenn jemand ein rote Tuch sieht, ist er schon ganz schön in Rage und von da zur Gewalt ist es nicht mehr allzu weit.
lonely heart at… the ravin bleach my hope
to the beach I found the lost rap,,, then what
if I drew the cap, some kind of brutal
affairs lays down to the kneeling net and
so man to be truth ! the hell meets my ant.
-__- okay, this is beginning to get annoying. i’ve logged in four times already now. this damnable website is about to make me get violent. i feel like thrashing the dang computer or the website designer to knock some sense into the idiot. -__- wtf, man, come on. you can do better than this.
While watching football games, I tend to get extremely violent. I decide to put all thoughts of serenity down and procede to throw things around the room when my team wins or doesn’t win It’s like, a lose lose situation for any of my material possessions. I really think that should be how everyone watches football. Violently.
If you ever want to play football, you have to be twice as violent as you are while playing while you watch. This way, you can truly… feel the game. You won’t be able to feel the game as long as all of the good football emotions are clogged inside your football playing pores.
violent. again? i want more than this. i’m tired of this word. i just want to try other ones. is this what this website does is recycle words over and over all day? i shouldn’t say that ’cause people will be reading this and will think i’m being rude and ungrateful. i just want to try other words though. i’m sorry… :[
While watching football games, I tend to get extremely violent. I decide to put all thoughts of serenity down and procede to throw things around the room when my team wins or doesn’t win It’s like, a lose lose situation for any of my material possessions. I really think that should be how everyone watches football. Violently.
mother. anger inside about to explode, raging, violent storms on open seas, roiling and toiling high, thrashing ships and beating down men with no mercy. screams and cries, drowning men. piteous wailing of children. a terrible red fury of sulfur unleashed, uncontainable, unpreventable. hideous.
I’ve been drawing all day. The first picture was of a house, but it wasn’t exactly a house. It was all disconnected and out of place. Inside the house is a swingset. Sometimes I see swingsets in my nightmares, and also the pond beside my house. I never have violent dreams. Just ones where I’m being chased, or trapped. But I draw my nightmares out on paper, and it makes them go away.
i tend to have violent dreams. perhaps it is because i am not that violent in real life. sometimes they are believable and other times they seem beyond the scope of my understanding. most times i am being chased by something or someone. other times i am fighting with my ex boyfriend. i am always confronting him and his reaction to me is nonchalant resulting in me trying to hit him, but my throws are soft and weak ending in absolutely nothing.
Brickety brack, walking up the track. What a beautiful day! Sun shining down over the grass hills of Belleville Ontario, as if it were the only place left on earth. How could anything violent be a part of nature she thought?
but watching the way the birds flew over head, then diving down scooping up bugs in their beaks, suddenly, it all just seemed natural.
violent and bold
immortally old
irreverently strange
but doesn’t play games
bold when you know
but quiet for a show
listens to advice
but always thinks twice
smarter each day
letting God sway
certain for change
saving my name
You’ve always seen her as the violent girl. Nothing more, nothing less. You never thought you’d see another side to her, the girly side that you never thought was there. But you see it here, right now, as you lay in bed with her, with her giggling at your soft kisses and light, feathery touches. You love this side of her, and it’s real unfortunate how she doesn’t.
the winds violently shook the tiny people out of their ignorance and crashed them into one another. unsurprisingly, they blamed each other. they had grown so attuned to seeing only the worst in their neighbors and families and even friends, that they could not see this as anything other than Someone Else’s Fault. this was when all was lost.
Whenever I see the word “violent” I think of purple. I wonder if anyone else has genders, colors, and personalities for certain letters, numbers, and words.
mother. anger inside about to explode, raging, violent storms on open seas, roiling and toiling high, thrashing ships and beating down men with no mercy. terrible fury unleashed, uncontainable, unpreventable. hideous.
violent. violet. violent people take over space that is for those people who are deserving. who are caring. violence is black magic. black magic is the devil. violence is what kills society.
The whole world is a cruel world, a violent world. Particularly for the weak minded people. And I’m talking about socially-inadept people. They are rejected by the society because they think they can’t mingle with them. Freaks, they say. That’s violent. Unfair. Why can’t they accept socially-inadept people into their social life?
Violence is one of the key parts of the world. Violence can be found everywhere. Domestic abuse, video games, nature, everywhere. Everything is violent. Humans crave violence. There are also pacifists, who have no interest in violence. my previous sentence was incorrect, MOST humans crave violence. There we go, that’s better.
Her hand swung back and violently hit his face. She couldn’t help herself, what he said was utterly unacceptable.
“How dare you speak that way of a lady?!” she screamed and turned her back on him.
“You have no right. Please, leave.”
Insomnia or sleeping
for days all the world
is blurry violent shakes
and no focus to even
be able to lay the words
down, but no longer
so sad.
Even trade? All
worth it?
sex is violent and so is love. Whenever you feel like you have accomplished sth it is torn from your calloused fingers. violence propells us forward, it makes us human.
.ah. resist. peace. is better. always better. temptation must be denied. better things come from peace. happier. and just better. wars. death. all can be avoided. with peace and love. hugs instead of hits. do everything you do out of love. then peace will be a result. a world with no killing and fear. that should be a goal.
I thought the word was violet, but it was violent. That changes things. violet is so soft and breezy, perfumes and innocent looking flowers. Add an N in the right place and I see fists and blood and pain and crying and nobody wins. Violent violets?
The violent winds crashed through the windows and tore open the doors. Life was ripped precariously from it’s seams and torn from it’s home. No longer did gravity have control. The wind had a mind of it’s own – violent and unrelenting.
ah. resist. peace. is better. always better. temptation must be denied. better things come from peace. happier. and just better. wars. death. all can be avoided. with peace and love. hugs instead of hits.
Ah, violence. The bane of most everyone at some point or another. It’s not a word to really be used lightly, as it describes the times when people really get into kick-butt drive, for good or bad. It’s never quite struck me as right, but some people can’t learn any other way. :(
It’s not violent, it’s delicate and perhaps a bit midnight blue. Your disgusting touch on my necklace brush you ugly lush sensitive bad sense of foreboding, reassuring testimony tentacle. Breathe your violence down my neck and shove me into a wall, love, hate me, despise me, rearrange me and disappear from my eye gland. You fucking bell end dictator.
bad scary what people do when they get very angry and cant control it. crazy. some people are more violent then others. when things go bad. or out of control.
a use of hate. A feeling you get to express your rage. I’ve never been the violent type at least so it seems. I may never throw a punch outside but violence inside creates broken dreams.
The body hurled violently from side to side. The eyes were cold and dead. Hair swirled through the air like a flag, arms waving alongside the strands.
i like ants but not there violence and how some need other animals as food it would be nice if they could make there own food, so they wouldnt have to bother other animals to get food and just live a peaceful life just like we should.
Violent nights blossom because violent drinks make us sputter and choke and slowly slow our minds, so sluggish, that we forget who our friends are, what matters. But, hangovers… They educate us.
he is violent. he hits me, scratches at my eyes, tells me i’m nothing. we’ve been together almost 8 years. i want to leave but he’s VIOLENT. i don’t know what to do and i’m afraid if i don’t get out i’ll become like him. i can feel myself becoming him now.
sometimes, he tells jokes and brushes the hair out of my eyes and kisses them and my forehead and tells me, “baby, you’re perfect.” but later, he becomes a different person…violence overcomes.
I wonder what the world would be like without violence. Is violence necessary so we can recognize peace? Does everything have to have a polar opposite in order to make sense?
Violent ist nicht violett. Und ich weiß nicht, ob Violett als Farbe zur Gewalt passt. Hat die Gewalt eine Farbe? Wenn dann ja wohl eher Rot, oder? Rot ist zwar auch die Liebe, aber wenn jemand ein rote Tuch sieht, ist er schon ganz schön in Rage und von da zur Gewalt ist es nicht mehr allzu weit.
yesterday i was watching animal planet and they wer showing violent animals like the honey badger and how it is very defensive of itself.
lonely heart at… the ravin bleach my hope
to the beach I found the lost rap,,, then what
if I drew the cap, some kind of brutal
affairs lays down to the kneeling net and
so man to be truth ! the hell meets my ant.
-__- okay, this is beginning to get annoying. i’ve logged in four times already now. this damnable website is about to make me get violent. i feel like thrashing the dang computer or the website designer to knock some sense into the idiot. -__- wtf, man, come on. you can do better than this.
While watching football games, I tend to get extremely violent. I decide to put all thoughts of serenity down and procede to throw things around the room when my team wins or doesn’t win It’s like, a lose lose situation for any of my material possessions. I really think that should be how everyone watches football. Violently.
If you ever want to play football, you have to be twice as violent as you are while playing while you watch. This way, you can truly… feel the game. You won’t be able to feel the game as long as all of the good football emotions are clogged inside your football playing pores.
Violent
“Violins on television…”
Anyone remember that? ;)
Can’t think of the rest of that routine at the moment.
No. I’m not going to write about violence. What could I say?
violent. again? i want more than this. i’m tired of this word. i just want to try other ones. is this what this website does is recycle words over and over all day? i shouldn’t say that ’cause people will be reading this and will think i’m being rude and ungrateful. i just want to try other words though. i’m sorry… :[
While watching football games, I tend to get extremely violent. I decide to put all thoughts of serenity down and procede to throw things around the room when my team wins or doesn’t win It’s like, a lose lose situation for any of my material possessions. I really think that should be how everyone watches football. Violently.
mother. anger inside about to explode, raging, violent storms on open seas, roiling and toiling high, thrashing ships and beating down men with no mercy. screams and cries, drowning men. piteous wailing of children. a terrible red fury of sulfur unleashed, uncontainable, unpreventable. hideous.
Violent is:
Not evil.
Not live.
Vent oil.
I’ve been drawing all day. The first picture was of a house, but it wasn’t exactly a house. It was all disconnected and out of place. Inside the house is a swingset. Sometimes I see swingsets in my nightmares, and also the pond beside my house. I never have violent dreams. Just ones where I’m being chased, or trapped. But I draw my nightmares out on paper, and it makes them go away.
i tend to have violent dreams. perhaps it is because i am not that violent in real life. sometimes they are believable and other times they seem beyond the scope of my understanding. most times i am being chased by something or someone. other times i am fighting with my ex boyfriend. i am always confronting him and his reaction to me is nonchalant resulting in me trying to hit him, but my throws are soft and weak ending in absolutely nothing.
Brickety brack, walking up the track. What a beautiful day! Sun shining down over the grass hills of Belleville Ontario, as if it were the only place left on earth. How could anything violent be a part of nature she thought?
but watching the way the birds flew over head, then diving down scooping up bugs in their beaks, suddenly, it all just seemed natural.
Violent…
Voilent.
Volient.
Vloient.
Vlo….
It won’t work.
But violence changes to “love nice.”
violent and bold
immortally old
irreverently strange
but doesn’t play games
bold when you know
but quiet for a show
listens to advice
but always thinks twice
smarter each day
letting God sway
certain for change
saving my name
© LL
You’ve always seen her as the violent girl. Nothing more, nothing less. You never thought you’d see another side to her, the girly side that you never thought was there. But you see it here, right now, as you lay in bed with her, with her giggling at your soft kisses and light, feathery touches. You love this side of her, and it’s real unfortunate how she doesn’t.
the winds violently shook the tiny people out of their ignorance and crashed them into one another. unsurprisingly, they blamed each other. they had grown so attuned to seeing only the worst in their neighbors and families and even friends, that they could not see this as anything other than Someone Else’s Fault. this was when all was lost.
abuse, red dark and screaming no way out, living without meaning taped by someone with the word i love you.
Whenever I see the word “violent” I think of purple. I wonder if anyone else has genders, colors, and personalities for certain letters, numbers, and words.
mother. anger inside about to explode, raging, violent storms on open seas, roiling and toiling high, thrashing ships and beating down men with no mercy. terrible fury unleashed, uncontainable, unpreventable. hideous.
almost violently, she ripped off her apron when she walked through the door. straight to the liquor cabinet. tumbler, ice, bourbon. as usual.
she sat in front of the box, and waited for the strange face to once again, appear.
violent. violet. violent people take over space that is for those people who are deserving. who are caring. violence is black magic. black magic is the devil. violence is what kills society.
The whole world is a cruel world, a violent world. Particularly for the weak minded people. And I’m talking about socially-inadept people. They are rejected by the society because they think they can’t mingle with them. Freaks, they say. That’s violent. Unfair. Why can’t they accept socially-inadept people into their social life?