The skinny guy grabbed a dumbbell in each hand, his hands grasped tight around them. He gritted his teeth and thought: This time, I’ll do it. His shaking and wavering arms tried to raise the dumbbells an inch, but no good. He dropped them on the floor in disappointment, and cancelled his gym membership.
The eggs hatched quickly–at least most of them did. One, however, the last of the twelve, took two hours, and wasn’t hatched until after all of the others. When it did, the label was inescapable: weakling.
“I was not a weakling!” Mr. Dagan screamed to the classroom of children three times less his age. He could not stand it any more, he would not have it. He got up, threw a chair, grabbed a student in a headlock and yelled more profanities. Nevermind his education, he did not want to see the distance between him and his students and he put himself amongst them. “I’ll show you my strength!” Admittedly he didn’t fail, though strength was no good measure in our contemporary society and so where he excelled in strength, he failed at wit. All was lost for Mr. Dagan, woe to his wife and to their unborn child never to be born.
Driven by fear to the corners of this world,
no room for you nor anything other that the stat.
Let everyone pound your soul out of you;
don’t stand up for what you believe in.
Weakling.
You know you shouldn’t let them take your power
the way you do
You force yourself to understand why they don’t understand you.
You let their problem be your reason.
Weakling.
As he fell to the ground he felt the gravel scraping the backs of his legs and the warm tears pouring down his cheeks and sticking to them. He heard the sounds of laughter and shouting above him as the others started shouting “weakling! Weakling! Weakling!”
Weakling. A character in an epic novel. The Lord of the Rings. A pitiful creature. Dispised. Sometimes redeemable. Yes – the audience should want him to be redeemable.
You know, Captain america had been a weakling once. If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I mean. The guy was a total sandbag, without the sand. His arms were twigs, and if there was any physical debilitating disease out there that didn’t leave you hospitalized most of the time, he had it. Yet, in a way, he wasn’t completely a weakling… when he was fighting to even get into the war, his persistence was stronger than any man’s.
what do you mean? i don’t know what this means and what will happen. either you will send some nice words or you will shock me ugh creepy english is creepy u know. only slept for 3 hours mamaaaaaaaan.
i don’t know what this means but it refers to weak. i think i’m weak and i’m not able to face this life alone. this is crazy. what will happen in some years? ugh thoughts thoughts thoughts…
That guy sure was a weakling. He bragged every day about his running skills. He couldn’t even make ten minutes on the treadmill. I passed him by fifteen minutes.
What a weakling that guy turned out to be. He can’t even last 15 minutes on a treadmill. He sure bragged about having skills though. I outlasted him by 20 minutes.
I used to be a weakling because I didnt excersise or get out alot, but now im out all the time and Im STRONG! If you think of yourself as a weakling just stop and remember that your perfect just the way you are.
“Fool!” She snarled at me, teeth bared, a growl rumbling from her wolf throat. Her muzzle snapped formidable canines together. “Do you want to get us all killed? Pathetic weakling! You should have been kicked from the pack and left to die when you were a pup!” Her hackles rose, ears forward aggressively.
I am weak. The moments past and it grasps to me. Feeling like I am losing control. There is nothing here. The mind races and it wont stop. I need to quiet my mind. It gives me too much too think about.
Young, not a lot of information, hopeless , wanting more, empty, not having confidence , not having direction, not knowing how to get where you want to be
She had failed her team. She lay still on the side of the track. She didn’t mean to fall, not really. But the rest of the girls on the team would make it look like she did.
She knew what she was, and so did the universe. The word, the well-earned title, stalked her thoughts from the shadows, ever fearful of a direct confrontation. She was a weakling, a coward incapable of coping emotionally, coping like an adult.
I have never been the strongest guy. People have always viewed me as a weakling. Never the guy you’d pick for a tug-o-war, to say the least. Maybe it’s the 5’6″ frame. Or maybe just the lack of defined musculature.
But if they only knew what I’ve overcome. David fighting the internal Goliath.
The smallest piglet in the bunch, the runt, tiny, blind, mewling like a kitten. Chastised for not raising his fists in the schoolyard, for not standing up to the bully, in this macho-centric society – maybe not weak, maybe sensitive, kind, introverted. Such an insult but really, maybe overall a good thing.
Had no ideia what weakling means. I’m Brazilian for christ sake. Went to Dr. Google and discovered that weakling means one that is weak in body, character or mind.
At the end of the world, the weakling known as Robert stood apart from the others. He was ready. He was willing.
He watched them fall, and the sky turn red, and in his house, he was ready.
When everything else was gone, and only he remained, he walked out there, out among the ruins, the last survivor of a mighty race: Robert, the coward. The puny. The gamer with the sense of humor no one understood. The biology major.
Would I call myself one? Am I weak when facing my own choices, my own life. Asking questions, only that. That’s everything I know, questions, phrases, just words, void of true meaning, nothing to be gained from writing like this. A question again; should I have something to gain?
he wasnt that small, he was just smaller than the rest. He’d never be as strong as the other elephants, they were all on steroids for fuck’s sake, all he had was blue powerade and a mars bar.
I never thought that I would be faced with this situation in that I had to confess that any of the members on my team could be considered as a weakling. So far for the last two seasons we were unable to win a single game, because of there lack of interest.
the weaklings are the more conspicuous ones. their wails are hideously alike. they stamp their feet and swing their arms, they verbalise the disgust caked in the walls of their throats.
If you are not strong enough!
And you feel kind of sick.
You don’t want to move a lot. just to seat.
You don’t want to see anyone, to be alone and don’t do anything.
Just relax and don’t do nothing.
He called me a weakling! A WEAKLING! After everything I’ve done for him, every single command I followed blindly, I’m nothing but a weakling to him. That’s it, if that’s all I am to him I’m no longer going to listen to a single word he says.
She wasn’t weak. She could go as far, do just as much, as any other person here, she knew. But no one else did. No one else believed she could. She looked unassuming, long blonde hair that lay in a tangle of waves to her waist and large grey eyes, stormy like her current emotions. Her pale skin and flawless features worked to make her innocence and youth over shine what others would consider. She hated it. She was not weak, no matter what they all thought.
Your sadness I can conquer, your lust I can tame, your feelings I submit to but my internal need to walk away, “weakling” is my bitter emotion. Forever cold my sunshine!
Everyone called her a failure. She had failed so many times at so many things that nobody thought her worthwhile anymore.
But somehow, I didn’t think so. That woman has uncommon strength. To face so many failures and still keep trying. Anybody else would have given up a long time ago. She’s definitely no weakling.
No weakling is he, who places his head her in her lap
Who is lets himself be held in her arms as she radiates her love
Her ability to make a real connection
And soothe the infection
That would consume his heart
The skinny guy grabbed a dumbbell in each hand, his hands grasped tight around them. He gritted his teeth and thought: This time, I’ll do it. His shaking and wavering arms tried to raise the dumbbells an inch, but no good. He dropped them on the floor in disappointment, and cancelled his gym membership.
A human weakling enters the surrounding desert area on horseback. The palomino shies away from the upside-down reflection in the water.
The eggs hatched quickly–at least most of them did. One, however, the last of the twelve, took two hours, and wasn’t hatched until after all of the others. When it did, the label was inescapable: weakling.
“I was not a weakling!” Mr. Dagan screamed to the classroom of children three times less his age. He could not stand it any more, he would not have it. He got up, threw a chair, grabbed a student in a headlock and yelled more profanities. Nevermind his education, he did not want to see the distance between him and his students and he put himself amongst them. “I’ll show you my strength!” Admittedly he didn’t fail, though strength was no good measure in our contemporary society and so where he excelled in strength, he failed at wit. All was lost for Mr. Dagan, woe to his wife and to their unborn child never to be born.
I am a weakling
you are a weakling
he/she/it are weaklings
they are weaklings
I conjugate adjectives.
what a fucking metaphor.
Driven by fear to the corners of this world,
no room for you nor anything other that the stat.
Let everyone pound your soul out of you;
don’t stand up for what you believe in.
Weakling.
You know you shouldn’t let them take your power
the way you do
You force yourself to understand why they don’t understand you.
You let their problem be your reason.
Weakling.
As he fell to the ground he felt the gravel scraping the backs of his legs and the warm tears pouring down his cheeks and sticking to them. He heard the sounds of laughter and shouting above him as the others started shouting “weakling! Weakling! Weakling!”
Weakling. A character in an epic novel. The Lord of the Rings. A pitiful creature. Dispised. Sometimes redeemable. Yes – the audience should want him to be redeemable.
You know, Captain america had been a weakling once. If you’ve seen the movie, you know what I mean. The guy was a total sandbag, without the sand. His arms were twigs, and if there was any physical debilitating disease out there that didn’t leave you hospitalized most of the time, he had it. Yet, in a way, he wasn’t completely a weakling… when he was fighting to even get into the war, his persistence was stronger than any man’s.
what do you mean? i don’t know what this means and what will happen. either you will send some nice words or you will shock me ugh creepy english is creepy u know. only slept for 3 hours mamaaaaaaaan.
i don’t know what this means but it refers to weak. i think i’m weak and i’m not able to face this life alone. this is crazy. what will happen in some years? ugh thoughts thoughts thoughts…
That guy sure was a weakling. He bragged every day about his running skills. He couldn’t even make ten minutes on the treadmill. I passed him by fifteen minutes.
What a weakling that guy turned out to be. He can’t even last 15 minutes on a treadmill. He sure bragged about having skills though. I outlasted him by 20 minutes.
I used to be a weakling because I didnt excersise or get out alot, but now im out all the time and Im STRONG! If you think of yourself as a weakling just stop and remember that your perfect just the way you are.
“Fool!” She snarled at me, teeth bared, a growl rumbling from her wolf throat. Her muzzle snapped formidable canines together. “Do you want to get us all killed? Pathetic weakling! You should have been kicked from the pack and left to die when you were a pup!” Her hackles rose, ears forward aggressively.
Some people I know are weaklings my brother is an example cause I can beat him up so easily. I know
I am weak. The moments past and it grasps to me. Feeling like I am losing control. There is nothing here. The mind races and it wont stop. I need to quiet my mind. It gives me too much too think about.
“Common, punk, let’s see what you’ve got!”, the 250-lb bully said, waving the knife in Eric’s face.
Eric slowly sighed and looked up at the Neanderthal. *Not again,* he thought.
With a roll of the eyes, Eric raised his gun and shot the idiot.
“Never bring a knife to a gun fight,” Eric said to the dying man.
Young, not a lot of information, hopeless , wanting more, empty, not having confidence , not having direction, not knowing how to get where you want to be
lack of energy. situation do weaken your emotions too.
She had failed her team. She lay still on the side of the track. She didn’t mean to fall, not really. But the rest of the girls on the team would make it look like she did.
She knew what she was, and so did the universe. The word, the well-earned title, stalked her thoughts from the shadows, ever fearful of a direct confrontation. She was a weakling, a coward incapable of coping emotionally, coping like an adult.
I have never been the strongest guy. People have always viewed me as a weakling. Never the guy you’d pick for a tug-o-war, to say the least. Maybe it’s the 5’6″ frame. Or maybe just the lack of defined musculature.
But if they only knew what I’ve overcome. David fighting the internal Goliath.
For some reason, that I expect is buried deep within my psyche, I felt sympathetic and a little defensive reading the word weakling.
I didn’t realise my subconscious was so self-deprecating.
I don’t actually think I’m a weakling. I think…
The smallest piglet in the bunch, the runt, tiny, blind, mewling like a kitten. Chastised for not raising his fists in the schoolyard, for not standing up to the bully, in this macho-centric society – maybe not weak, maybe sensitive, kind, introverted. Such an insult but really, maybe overall a good thing.
Had no ideia what weakling means. I’m Brazilian for christ sake. Went to Dr. Google and discovered that weakling means one that is weak in body, character or mind.
It also means me.
Dawn hated being such a weakling. She wasn’t meant to be this. Surely she could be better than this by now. Why couldn’t she change.
She hated him so much. He was to blame. He wanted to keep her like this.
At the end of the world, the weakling known as Robert stood apart from the others. He was ready. He was willing.
He watched them fall, and the sky turn red, and in his house, he was ready.
When everything else was gone, and only he remained, he walked out there, out among the ruins, the last survivor of a mighty race: Robert, the coward. The puny. The gamer with the sense of humor no one understood. The biology major.
And now, Robert. The only.
Would I call myself one? Am I weak when facing my own choices, my own life. Asking questions, only that. That’s everything I know, questions, phrases, just words, void of true meaning, nothing to be gained from writing like this. A question again; should I have something to gain?
he wasnt that small, he was just smaller than the rest. He’d never be as strong as the other elephants, they were all on steroids for fuck’s sake, all he had was blue powerade and a mars bar.
I never thought that I would be faced with this situation in that I had to confess that any of the members on my team could be considered as a weakling. So far for the last two seasons we were unable to win a single game, because of there lack of interest.
the weaklings are the more conspicuous ones. their wails are hideously alike. they stamp their feet and swing their arms, they verbalise the disgust caked in the walls of their throats.
If you are not strong enough!
And you feel kind of sick.
You don’t want to move a lot. just to seat.
You don’t want to see anyone, to be alone and don’t do anything.
Just relax and don’t do nothing.
He called me a weakling! A WEAKLING! After everything I’ve done for him, every single command I followed blindly, I’m nothing but a weakling to him. That’s it, if that’s all I am to him I’m no longer going to listen to a single word he says.
She wasn’t weak. She could go as far, do just as much, as any other person here, she knew. But no one else did. No one else believed she could. She looked unassuming, long blonde hair that lay in a tangle of waves to her waist and large grey eyes, stormy like her current emotions. Her pale skin and flawless features worked to make her innocence and youth over shine what others would consider. She hated it. She was not weak, no matter what they all thought.
People have always thought of me as a weakling. I’m not sure why. I never saw any weakness in tears.
Your sadness I can conquer, your lust I can tame, your feelings I submit to but my internal need to walk away, “weakling” is my bitter emotion. Forever cold my sunshine!
Everyone called her a failure. She had failed so many times at so many things that nobody thought her worthwhile anymore.
But somehow, I didn’t think so. That woman has uncommon strength. To face so many failures and still keep trying. Anybody else would have given up a long time ago. She’s definitely no weakling.
No weakling is he, who places his head her in her lap
Who is lets himself be held in her arms as she radiates her love
Her ability to make a real connection
And soothe the infection
That would consume his heart
My emotions I can’t grasp your understanding of my inner thoughts, sleep I’m the strong boy, but the mere weakling of your dreams. A man in disguise