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He reaches out his hand.
I feel the pressure, on my face.
His assault leaves me speechless.
But no, this is no physical assault.
But he delves so deep within my soul
that I think it should be illegal
By Rachel on 08.07.2012
Assault is not an ugly word. But it is an ugly reality. There is no such thing as a funny assault, a gentle assault or romantic assault. Because an assault is about surprise and violence. Yes, even romantic , in my mind, since the violence kind of kills the mood…
You can’t fantasize about assaults. You can’t daydream about it.
Or rather you can, but I hope I don’t know you.
By Minnie on 08.07.2012
Battery. Salt being thrown on me by an ass. Asphalt. Aerial assault. Roundabout assault. Approximate. Wow. Amazing.
By S on 08.07.2012
Using salt with harmful force. Sweat. Ouch.
By Nom De Plume URL on 08.07.2012
Why must human beings be so cruel to one other. Animals have to hurt each other survive, we hurt each other because we can. It’s cruel. After a millennium of evolution, we are still no better then animals.
By Tyler on 08.07.2012
The assaults had started. They had only a certain amount of time to destroy the target before thery would be overwhelmed by the government forces.
By Brandon Adams URL on 08.07.2012
Music, such enchanting sounds that enter the body. Encompassing every fiber of my being, assaulting me with such a trance. My spirit leaves my body and enters a new world, a new dimension, a new euphoria.
By Jam Pope URL on 08.07.2012
Assaults are mean and shouldn’t happen because they make people cry
Verbally assulting her, his dark words rained down on her staining her soul blacker then the blackest black, to match his heart.
By kiki on 08.07.2012
I’m on a bubble gum safari
I hunted each of them down and popped them a good one in the mouth
Satisfied, you ask.
Maybe, maybe not. Like the Bride the rage runs deep, I want to cut them in their sleep.
By Fire on 08.07.2012
There are small assaults every day. The dirty laundry. The empty milk carton. The coffee that is too hot and then too cold. The alarm clock not going off on time, or going off too early. And then there are the larger assaults: a car accident. A goodbye not said. A life long-lived but not recognized. A suitcase that will never be packed again.
By hillsgirl on 08.07.2012
Assults on life are all over the place,howerver no one takes the time to stop and thing about how theses assults will change the lives of those around them!. The man on the street next to you may watch what you are doing and feel his self worth dwendle so his actions will then reflect on what he has seen from you.
By willow on 08.07.2012
The woman scrambled to get out of the alleyway. Her arm and cheek were bleeding and her blouse was ripped. Things were falling out of the purse she held in one hand. The other held a knitting needle stained with blood from the leg of her assaulter.
By Erin on 08.07.2012
They are painful. You cant be happy when this occurs. Assaulting someones like a ninja! Ninjas save the day! Dont assault someone, assimilate! Assaults are just means ways of experiencing affection when someone is angry. Be happy!
By Eddie on 08.07.2012
Mindfull of the assaults Dan perurtrated on my sister, all was forgiven after the rootbeer.
By Svenfurt URL on 08.07.2012
what an epidemic in our country where this is something women have to fear on a daily basis. we’re teaching our women and girls to avoid this situation at all costs when we should teach our men not to do it.
By Hayley on 08.07.2012
Assaults on my mind, thrusting me into a labyrinth of dirty thoughts in shambles from my past. Punches to the gut and straight through the veins, turning my blood blue with disdain and corrupted peace.
By Alyssa on 08.07.2012
There are so many atrocities in this world. So many people getting hurt, so many people pain. There are so many assaults on every level of the human being that it makes it painful to live sometimes.
By Sarah on 08.07.2012
the ridiculous person accosted me as i tried to leave.
why does it matter what i wear to school, mom?
it’s not my wedding day (get over it.)
By hollymarie URL on 08.07.2012
the assault of the words
holds my mind captive
i need too express
pour out my heart
and get others to play
creating worlds and
the words allow me
to play god
By Vijayalakshmi URL on 08.07.2012
She lived through assaults, making roofs over herself to protect herself from the words that were made to stab her in the heart. But one time, she was too late and a word managed to cut her heart straight in half. And she crumbled to the ground, finally dead.
By emlex URL on 08.07.2012
By Sophia on 08.07.2012
every day technology assaults our peace of mind- shattering our calmness with stressful calls to attention, pings and beeps
By Nikki URL on 08.07.2012
I was assaulted… At his apartment one night. His friends were there and we were all on some kind of drug they had given me… I couldn’t move or breathe or think or speak or anything. They dragged me into the bedroom and began to undress and touch me. They cheered him on as he raped me. I will never forget.
By Keiko on 08.07.2012
By dfranklin URL on 08.07.2012
And I couldn’t think of a better reason to do it. If I wanted to continue living, I had to. So I grabbed the nearest pipe and bashed him in the head. I enjoyed more than I liked to admit. Time and time again. Even after he died. I couldn’t take any chances. And I didn’t want this powerful high to go away.
By Ruben URL on 08.07.2012
it happens when you let it it happens when you do it. it doesn”t matter what up to what degree, to whom you do it, it happens, it will exist when you make it REAL for others
By MJLacap on 08.07.2012
I dont like this word, assaults, makes me think of negative thoughts right away. I dont’ want to think about it anymore because it’s not my cup of tea. Instead I will concentrate on my music and enjoy listening to it. It makes me happy, my music.
By Lindee on 08.07.2012
By Page on 08.07.2012
Ember whimpered quietly as her back was pressed against the door, holding it closed as Veneziano pressed his body against hers. The butterfly knife twinkling in his hand as he brought it up, sliding it carefully across the delicate skin on her face, a dark smirk plastered on his lips.
By Elizabeth URL on 08.07.2012
It assaulted her senses, like cheap vodka running down the back of her throat. Her skin itched and burned like the dark end of a cigarette disintegrating in the August sun. “What the hell is this doing to me?”
By Danaé URL on 08.07.2012
what is even considered an assult? what if someone just states their opinion on a subject or belief. why are they blamed for assult? libel and slander misdiagnosis are suddenly what everyone is accused of.
By Angela on 08.07.2012
By heather on 08.07.2012
Tomorrow marks two years. And I don’t really feel anything–not anything that I think I should. I feel despondent and mindless. Emotions should be assaulting my senses, but it feels like any other day. I’ve moved on, and although I miss her when people remind me of her face and voice, I don’t feel like crying or wallowing in despair. Life keeps moving, even if certain people have stopped doing so themselves. And that’s all I can really say about it.
By Marissa URL on 08.07.2012
i’m in love with the girl i hate. she likes to point out every bad thing about me. i’m in love with a critic and a skeptic. i traitor. i’d trade her in a second. she’s a backseat driver. a drama provider. an instant update of the world. she’s a first-class liar. a constant forgetter. she’s attractive but bitter.
By Angela URL on 08.07.2012
Assaults are scary. I had a dream today that I was being chased by men with knives, the feeling I had was unforgettable. Assaults disgust me and I don’t know how you could live with yourself if you ever committed such a crime. I would never want to make anyone feels the way I did in my dream today.
By Molly on 08.07.2012
Cruel and Demeaning, assaults can happen to anyone. They are a sign of power or lack there of. They only hurt people, instead of creating peace.
By Delainey URL on 08.07.2012
The overload of information that we get these days assaults our senses, but in time, the next generation will get use to the overload.
By venkat URL on 08.07.2012
She cried. Tears pouring out and out and out onto the tile floor, just as the blood poured out and out and out of her assaulted heart. It hurt so bad. How could he do this to her, she loved him.
By Allise URL on 08.07.2012
Quiero hacer agresiones que cambien vidas. Y no me refiero a algo revolucionario ni idealista ni nada por el estilo. Quiero tener el poder de cambiar el día de una persona y hacer que lo recuerde por el resto de su vida. ¿Que pasaría si un niño está comiendo un helado y se lo tiro en la cara? Aunque también podría hacer algo opuesto como regalarle un helado a un niño cualquiera. No lo sé, por alguna razón, en este momento la agresión me llama más la atención. Aunque probablemente no sería con niños.
By Andrés Negrete Valenzuela on 08.07.2012
Her hands trembled as she grabbed the photo from the table. His eyes glared back, as if he knew it would be her to identify him. A shaky breath introduced her next words to the officer: “Its him. He’s the one who raped me.”
By Kayci URL on 08.07.2012