There were consequences for the things he’d done. He understood that now, better than he ever had. The words he’d tossed around so carelessly, the lives he’d trashed like seedy motel rooms on a hot summer night after tumbling off the wagon and into a bottle of cheap whiskey. Oh, yes, Phelps, there were consequences, and they would be unanimously severe.
Nope, Nope, nope!!!!!! She screamed as he lay her down in the ditch full of spiders. It was her final test to get into the club. As she felt around, she noticed the spiders were beginning to crawl on her fingers, then her toes, then she noticed a strange arousal at the idea that she could do this. She felt a severe courage in her heart that only a Lion could share. In that moment, covered in spiders, she was invincible. He saw this in her fierce eyes, and concluded the thoughts everyone else had shared. She was the one. True. Fearless. Leader
Severe is a beautiful word. It has a sort of dual interpretation. To the ear it doesn’t sound severe at all but it’s meaning is exactly that. It comes with that gentle elegant sort of threat that beautiful women have. It is the femme fatale of words.
Severe is the term for the word for pain. It goes a little something like..insane! I can’t complain because the rain brings it back. Like an attack from an old retractable razor. Can’t find my phaser when I need it because its gone like the wind. Can’t believe i just sinned all because of this severe eraser pain laser.
it’s fine, and I’m fine and you’re fine. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s FINE everybody always makes a big fucking deal out of everything these days… h my god, it’s the worst thing ever. Oh my god, I’m broken”… “he broke me”… fuck that, that is the attitude that STOPS things… it makes things stop and I won’t let it becuase I won’t let him
My life is far from severe, I am up at 6:45am (ideally) and down at 10:45 (again, ideally if I wish to experience a life).
A modern life, a life filled with modern issues.
I have been through as much as I expect others have, yet I would not say I truly know what a severe life is. I has been without need. I have been with want, however I would say that even those want have been superficial.
I have seen the severe lives up close and life. Seeing these I still have not eradicated unnecessary desires or stomped out the feeling of being without.
The ache in my soul used to bring me nothing but pain. The constant throb of the permanent wounds used to rip my love to shreds. But eventually, eventually, I learned to dance to the rhythm. It taught me to feel alive.
wait until its severely raining outside. then you will undoubdtdyl understand the smell of rain mixed with mud. complaaingi that you have no experiance of life just sitting inside will not help you in experiancing.
The rain began to freeze, she pulled her coat closer, hands held together to fight off the freeze. Ice formed on the outside of her coat, her shivering taking over, unable to walk further. She sat, stopped and stayed.
It was severe pain I would say
cringing at the sound of your words,
And what your words were saying, which meant something entirely different and entirely insane
You always look at me like I’m wrong and a
piece of trash, a waste of time, a waste of space
You do disgusting things
Posess foul language
Say would I pain severe was it
well dats what it is…
its severe..
a feeling so strong that u fear it..
it may be love..
maybe pain even..
but we fear it..
and fear is the key
to overcome….
There was severe shortage of food in the camp. This resulted in an even more shortage of patience on the part of the many refugees who were crammed into it. In turn, this resulted in some violent confrontations that caused some serious injuries.
severe love …thats what i feel for her now…
but alas..thats what i dont want to confess in front of her ever..
<3
she is special in her own way for me..dear girl i wish u knew this :) and believe me i dnt want this relationship so severe to be bound in a small boundary of a casual relationship.
true…u are special for me..
and so are your habits and your manners…
haha live on girl..and laugh on…
and i will keep loving you in my own way :) :)
of course the consequences were severe. Betrayal was never something that was right and she knew it, but she hadn’t heeded his warning and that was what she ended up with.
A tear fell, but of course she paid it no attention. She deserved every little bit of pain she felt, along with the dirty stares sent from people who despised people like her. Of course.
the look on their faces. the disapproval there. the sneers, the eyes that looked away. how could i have known the severity of the crimes i had committed? because they were crimes not considered so in any other place I had ever been.
don’t tell me about glassy-eyed poets
or the sounds a burning building makes–
it’s not enough to make me cry
my fists are tiny and my mouth is tinier
but i’ve reached resistance to most common sorrows
(it’s easy if you’ve known nothing else)
don’t tell me about wars in your belly and bugs
flying into your dreams when you sleep–
it’s not enough to make me sympathize
my dreams are blank and my body is light
but that doesn’t mean i don’t know what it means
to overflow with dread
day in and day out
until the fountains beneath my eyes dry up
like parodies of cartoon deserts
imagine dry tumbleweed. imagine a tiny girl in a
short skirt who is nothing, nothing at all yet imagines herself
to be the heroine of her own story
i have a severe hunger, but at least i can admit it.
and all this dread forced down my throat makes me want to choke
even though i’ve gotten everything i’ll ever need in my life
It also has the rig of sever
Of completely removing
Chopping off
A radical and swift decision
A choice that yields such heavy
Weight
That you feel like yor swimming trough caked mud
That your limbs canny propel you forward
That time itself is locked in that moment
You don’t think anybody really would understand when you tell them about the fact that you are rotting from the inside. You don’t think anybody would really understand that this fucking leviathan living in your veins is in fact, not a product of millions of years of an evolutionary process gone wrong, but your own cancer.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. The brain is built to protect us, isn’t it? But somehow, somewhere along the blurred lines of tomorrow and yesterday, your brain became it’s own cancer.
Nobody will ever truly realize that what you call a mental disorder is personal cancer. Nobody will ever realize that your brain has caused something so severe inside of itself.
Couldn’t believe it, not again…. the throbbing, the pain. The undulating waves of madness pervading my mind. Clarity of vision disrurbed calling for action, wasn’t the ordinary. Something definitely was up! Surely there ws something that could be done, perhaps for a moment? Relief
the pain cracked like lightning
up his leg.
the tears rolled into
a soft whimper
and a balled fist
clinching a the bed rail
for dear life.
but he refused to scream out,
refused to call out for help,
refused to acknowledge
the severe pain.
Severe…life threatening. Severe demands an equal reaction to whatever is happening! That’s why you must always be on your toes to tame whatever come your way.
Frankie literally bristled with excitement. The nerve endings all over his body were throwing out little sparks of sunshine and he was weak with anticipation. He was so desperate to be home it hurt. As the Buick limped closer to the house he strained his eyes, already knowing what he would see. His smile widened and when the endless journey was over he opened the car door and fell into the grass and into a puppy ambush. He was in for a severe licking.
Really, it was in that insignificant instance when he first saw him again, after a stretch of time that seemed impossible to measure, this rigid back of the man who broke him and severed him from emotion, that he realized his was a mortal, one who was living and breathing in pain.
There were consequences for the things he’d done. He understood that now, better than he ever had. The words he’d tossed around so carelessly, the lives he’d trashed like seedy motel rooms on a hot summer night after tumbling off the wagon and into a bottle of cheap whiskey. Oh, yes, Phelps, there were consequences, and they would be unanimously severe.
Nope, Nope, nope!!!!!! She screamed as he lay her down in the ditch full of spiders. It was her final test to get into the club. As she felt around, she noticed the spiders were beginning to crawl on her fingers, then her toes, then she noticed a strange arousal at the idea that she could do this. She felt a severe courage in her heart that only a Lion could share. In that moment, covered in spiders, she was invincible. He saw this in her fierce eyes, and concluded the thoughts everyone else had shared. She was the one. True. Fearless. Leader
Severe is a beautiful word. It has a sort of dual interpretation. To the ear it doesn’t sound severe at all but it’s meaning is exactly that. It comes with that gentle elegant sort of threat that beautiful women have. It is the femme fatale of words.
Severe is the term for the word for pain. It goes a little something like..insane! I can’t complain because the rain brings it back. Like an attack from an old retractable razor. Can’t find my phaser when I need it because its gone like the wind. Can’t believe i just sinned all because of this severe eraser pain laser.
it’s fine, and I’m fine and you’re fine. I don’t want to talk about it because it’s FINE everybody always makes a big fucking deal out of everything these days… h my god, it’s the worst thing ever. Oh my god, I’m broken”… “he broke me”… fuck that, that is the attitude that STOPS things… it makes things stop and I won’t let it becuase I won’t let him
My life is far from severe, I am up at 6:45am (ideally) and down at 10:45 (again, ideally if I wish to experience a life).
A modern life, a life filled with modern issues.
I have been through as much as I expect others have, yet I would not say I truly know what a severe life is. I has been without need. I have been with want, however I would say that even those want have been superficial.
I have seen the severe lives up close and life. Seeing these I still have not eradicated unnecessary desires or stomped out the feeling of being without.
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Severe, what an emotive word. What classifies are severe? We live in a very extreme world were we say that it is …
The ache in my soul used to bring me nothing but pain. The constant throb of the permanent wounds used to rip my love to shreds. But eventually, eventually, I learned to dance to the rhythm. It taught me to feel alive.
wait until its severely raining outside. then you will undoubdtdyl understand the smell of rain mixed with mud. complaaingi that you have no experiance of life just sitting inside will not help you in experiancing.
very hard not easy pressured punishment overdone an injury that is very damaging
The rain began to freeze, she pulled her coat closer, hands held together to fight off the freeze. Ice formed on the outside of her coat, her shivering taking over, unable to walk further. She sat, stopped and stayed.
The weather forecast was quite worrying. The storms predicted by the meteorological office were likely to be severe.
It was severe pain I would say
cringing at the sound of your words,
And what your words were saying, which meant something entirely different and entirely insane
You always look at me like I’m wrong and a
piece of trash, a waste of time, a waste of space
You do disgusting things
Posess foul language
Say would I pain severe was it
well dats what it is…
its severe..
a feeling so strong that u fear it..
it may be love..
maybe pain even..
but we fear it..
and fear is the key
to overcome….
There was severe shortage of food in the camp. This resulted in an even more shortage of patience on the part of the many refugees who were crammed into it. In turn, this resulted in some violent confrontations that caused some serious injuries.
severe love …thats what i feel for her now…
but alas..thats what i dont want to confess in front of her ever..
<3
she is special in her own way for me..dear girl i wish u knew this :) and believe me i dnt want this relationship so severe to be bound in a small boundary of a casual relationship.
true…u are special for me..
and so are your habits and your manners…
haha live on girl..and laugh on…
and i will keep loving you in my own way :) :)
of course the consequences were severe. Betrayal was never something that was right and she knew it, but she hadn’t heeded his warning and that was what she ended up with.
A tear fell, but of course she paid it no attention. She deserved every little bit of pain she felt, along with the dirty stares sent from people who despised people like her. Of course.
the look on their faces. the disapproval there. the sneers, the eyes that looked away. how could i have known the severity of the crimes i had committed? because they were crimes not considered so in any other place I had ever been.
don’t tell me about glassy-eyed poets
or the sounds a burning building makes–
it’s not enough to make me cry
my fists are tiny and my mouth is tinier
but i’ve reached resistance to most common sorrows
(it’s easy if you’ve known nothing else)
don’t tell me about wars in your belly and bugs
flying into your dreams when you sleep–
it’s not enough to make me sympathize
my dreams are blank and my body is light
but that doesn’t mean i don’t know what it means
to overflow with dread
day in and day out
until the fountains beneath my eyes dry up
like parodies of cartoon deserts
imagine dry tumbleweed. imagine a tiny girl in a
short skirt who is nothing, nothing at all yet imagines herself
to be the heroine of her own story
i have a severe hunger, but at least i can admit it.
and all this dread forced down my throat makes me want to choke
even though i’ve gotten everything i’ll ever need in my life
this is enough to make me cry.
Her expression was severe; even forbidding. It was so unlike the sunny expression he expected that he caught his breath.
severe damage is what he did to her. damage that wont ever leave her again
It also has the rig of sever
Of completely removing
Chopping off
A radical and swift decision
A choice that yields such heavy
Weight
That you feel like yor swimming trough caked mud
That your limbs canny propel you forward
That time itself is locked in that moment
Many of the girls cried at the mention of it.
“Bend over and grab the desk!” the old nun would say.Her voice was calm and even, almost soothing.
There was never any contempt on her face when she swung the paddle back. But her impassive expression belied the glee in her eyes.
You don’t think anybody really would understand when you tell them about the fact that you are rotting from the inside. You don’t think anybody would really understand that this fucking leviathan living in your veins is in fact, not a product of millions of years of an evolutionary process gone wrong, but your own cancer.
It’s kind of funny when you think about it. The brain is built to protect us, isn’t it? But somehow, somewhere along the blurred lines of tomorrow and yesterday, your brain became it’s own cancer.
Nobody will ever truly realize that what you call a mental disorder is personal cancer. Nobody will ever realize that your brain has caused something so severe inside of itself.
Couldn’t believe it, not again…. the throbbing, the pain. The undulating waves of madness pervading my mind. Clarity of vision disrurbed calling for action, wasn’t the ordinary. Something definitely was up! Surely there ws something that could be done, perhaps for a moment? Relief
the pain cracked like lightning
up his leg.
the tears rolled into
a soft whimper
and a balled fist
clinching a the bed rail
for dear life.
but he refused to scream out,
refused to call out for help,
refused to acknowledge
the severe pain.
Severe…life threatening. Severe demands an equal reaction to whatever is happening! That’s why you must always be on your toes to tame whatever come your way.
Frankie literally bristled with excitement. The nerve endings all over his body were throwing out little sparks of sunshine and he was weak with anticipation. He was so desperate to be home it hurt. As the Buick limped closer to the house he strained his eyes, already knowing what he would see. His smile widened and when the endless journey was over he opened the car door and fell into the grass and into a puppy ambush. He was in for a severe licking.
Really, it was in that insignificant instance when he first saw him again, after a stretch of time that seemed impossible to measure, this rigid back of the man who broke him and severed him from emotion, that he realized his was a mortal, one who was living and breathing in pain.