I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was as if I was being punished for being too responsible at my age. I couldn’t be the only 23 year old trying to make it out there on their own. She had to let me have this job. She had to hire me.
To claim is a very interesting subject, it is very powerful and possessive. The fault that most people make is beginning to believe that the people around them are of their own claim. As relationships build this is a huge! problem. why? easy answer everyone is their own person and none are of any’s subject matter. The bottom line is that a true friend will not see you as competition or their friend but as an equal both having great potential having a million different thoughts at a million different times a day with a million different thoughts and opinions and beliefs and likes and dislikes So many variables can change the way people see one another how people judge one another which is why claiming is the first step into destroying friendships and bonds.
When people are claimed it just pisses me off. Like, who are you to CLAIM someone damn it? You don’t tear a fucking chain out of your hand and then strap it onto their souls do you? And plus, who the fuck CLAIMED that we nothing compared to money?
I decided that it would belong to me, that it was mine. I fought for it, acted like I deserved it, convinced myself that I did deserve it. And it was done. Mine. I just had to want it. He pulled me in for the job interview. I was unprepared, so I had to rely on what I knew. I had to not be afraid of making mistakes. And I had to believe, more than anything, that I was the best man for the job. It was mine.
Why do they always say this? They claim to love me, and they claim they are my friends, but no! Friends wouldn’t do that, and especially not that! The voices are my better friends, they only tell the truth, and what is best for me, and those people with their fake smiles and phonie personalities make me want to kill them all! Gah! I could scream, and one day I will, with the bullets coming out of my AK-47! One day I will be the Holden Cauldfield of this century, only this time, I won’t be the one catching, I will be caught! I will be caught, and I will like it-no, I will love it! I will be like a god! And all who will perceive me (because no one will ever know truly know me) shall know who to be worshiped, praised, dignified, honored, glorified, all of this, will become my platform, and I, it’s beautiful silver statue, because the only true metal is one that will tarnish!
We all claim
But we can never truly have what we claim
We claim and claim and claim and claim
But all claiming is is saying it
Is there ever any more going on?
If someone accepts your claim over them, does this add anything to your claim, or is it an act purely of their own making?
And after all, death nullifies all claims
i claim you my love, for all you have given me. claimed your love, your smell, your taste. you claimed my love and interests in all of us. claimed is good, not bad.
I’d always been told that Insurance companies are horrible to deal with, but only when I had a claim of my own did I realize the truth of it. I knew as soon as she stepped out of her damaged car that there’d be trouble even though it was her who’d hit me. Word to the wise: avoid elderly drivers like the plague.
When I was little, I thought the world revolved around me. Everything was mine if I wanted it. I claimed things for my own, and if I wailed loud enough I would always get them back. But I’ve learned that not everything is mine, and I can’t lay claim on everything I see.
A claim what right have you to stamp your feet and claim ownership of this land. We are all earthlings all born bleak of breath and life and salt. And we will all die it is our job to claim wonder and discover the beauty in all things. The wild, the wet rain the raw lips. Explore and Inquire … not claim. never claim
I claim you to be mine, for you are the only one with whom I felt myself with, the true me. No fears, no darkness, nothing haunting me in the cold, lonely nights.
she laid her hand on my head
Lips, two parchments, tongue tied
Mentioned nothing of the pressure
Fingerprints and nails would make
Along and in the crow’s feet
and creases of the skin
she left me in
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
Claim to arms, claim to death. We claim things to be our own all our lives without knowing just what we’re doing or what we think we’re doing. I claim my love to be mine and only for me. I claim my life for myself. You claim this world to be all your own, but I refuse to let that be. Earth is much to large to be of one’s personal belonging, and you must share it with all of these empty souls to march on for an eternity of suffering.
She regretted using the F-word and hanging up on the County Coroner. It wasn’t his fault Ralph died the way he did. But she definitely didn’t have the money to claim his ugly ass body. $250! He owed her the Taj Mahal in child support plus the tv he’d stolen!
Later, after her bath, she imagined a grand funeral for Ralph as the toast of the town. She lit a candle.
I claimed that I was working at the International Festival this year in our booth. I was not going to only work in the restaurant that day but I was going to be working in the tent at the festival. My boss better not make me work at the restaurant or else…
That’s it. I’m done. You had your chance…it’s over now. I won’t be giving my heart away anymore. i’ve learned the hard way that love hurts, and that’s why i have to protect myself, my heart, from you. from now on my love won’t merely be given away; it will have to be earned. from now on you won’t beable to steal my heart so easily–i’ve put up walls. if i can’t turn to stone from the inside out, i guess it will have to be from the outside in. from now on, i won’t trust so easily. from now on, the word “caution” will mean something. i’m an open, trusting, kind, caring, and loving person. closing up, hiding in a shell, withdrawing from the world of love and faith…it will be hard for me. but i have to do it, or else i’ll just be hurt again. God knows i don’t need any more scars. since you can’t protect me, i’ll protect myself. i’ll lie, a sleeping princess, within this sealed tower. i won’t try to escape. if someone wants my heart, they’ll have to claw their way through brambles. i won’t make the same mistakes again.
Since I came back from China, I had no idea to get along with him. He asked me to claim down when he had something important to tell me. But how can I? This was not the only time he said broke up with me.
I have put my mark on that object you possess, what’s the word for that? Give me that! Sigh…Brains are puddings nowadays. I’ve got to go to the store and drop this off, this hat, from your head I took it from and now the one that I wear. Some holes, a bit off-balance, the rim has been made flat but nevertheless I shall wear it with class, go to the store and give this to the owner, who’ll give me my party invitation. Savvy mate?
I claim to be great. I claim to be confident. I claim that i am meant to be here. That my existence will change the world. I claim but i dont really know… I hope but i dont promise. None of us really can.
I claim you. I claim this patch of land. I claim you to be my own. I will pet you and squeeze you and call you george. I will file a claim. Claims are wonderful good things. It means something belongs to you. I would love to belong to someone. wow. I’m such a romantic. completely hopeless.
After the sun set, the man sat in the window, contemplating on his life.
Everyone had led him somewhere else.
Some had claimed they were his closest friends.
Others claimed they were family.
But nobody could claim that they would be there after the situation.
It was a difficult thing to swallow,
CMS-1500. The bane of my existence in the healthcare field. I’ve filled out many of these by hand. The doctor at my last job couldn’t print. It was like she was physically INCAPABLE of printing. So I had to decipher her damn cursive all the time. And she wondered why she never got paid.
Claim is a valuable word. When one says that they claim, they do not necessarily tell the truth. This is only one meaning, however. You could claim to have a friendship, and it may not be real. On the other hand, claim could be true. You could claim money, a coat at a coat check or your car….
I claimed that I was just an ordinary girl, that I didn’t have wings that sprouted from my back whenever I wanted them too. I claimed that I was just like everyone else, but I knew that wasn’t true. Each night I would jump off the roof of my house. And one night, I never landed.
I shall hence forth claim this land and all of it’s ice cream to be mine own forever and ever. So all of you who live here and eat ice cream are claimed to be mine. I shall eat your ice cream.
He claimed he was innocent. He claimed he wasn’t even there. He claimed, in front of the judge, that the circumstantial evidence wasn’t enough. And he claimed, in the electric chair, after the body was found in his house, that it was a set up.
I would always claim to my mom that i knew what i was doing, and she would nod. That nod killed me. It was a ‘whatever’ nod. Like she already knew i was wrong,
I couldn’t believe what she was saying. It was as if I was being punished for being too responsible at my age. I couldn’t be the only 23 year old trying to make it out there on their own. She had to let me have this job. She had to hire me.
To claim is a very interesting subject, it is very powerful and possessive. The fault that most people make is beginning to believe that the people around them are of their own claim. As relationships build this is a huge! problem. why? easy answer everyone is their own person and none are of any’s subject matter. The bottom line is that a true friend will not see you as competition or their friend but as an equal both having great potential having a million different thoughts at a million different times a day with a million different thoughts and opinions and beliefs and likes and dislikes So many variables can change the way people see one another how people judge one another which is why claiming is the first step into destroying friendships and bonds.
When people are claimed it just pisses me off. Like, who are you to CLAIM someone damn it? You don’t tear a fucking chain out of your hand and then strap it onto their souls do you? And plus, who the fuck CLAIMED that we nothing compared to money?
I decided that it would belong to me, that it was mine. I fought for it, acted like I deserved it, convinced myself that I did deserve it. And it was done. Mine. I just had to want it. He pulled me in for the job interview. I was unprepared, so I had to rely on what I knew. I had to not be afraid of making mistakes. And I had to believe, more than anything, that I was the best man for the job. It was mine.
Why do they always say this? They claim to love me, and they claim they are my friends, but no! Friends wouldn’t do that, and especially not that! The voices are my better friends, they only tell the truth, and what is best for me, and those people with their fake smiles and phonie personalities make me want to kill them all! Gah! I could scream, and one day I will, with the bullets coming out of my AK-47! One day I will be the Holden Cauldfield of this century, only this time, I won’t be the one catching, I will be caught! I will be caught, and I will like it-no, I will love it! I will be like a god! And all who will perceive me (because no one will ever know truly know me) shall know who to be worshiped, praised, dignified, honored, glorified, all of this, will become my platform, and I, it’s beautiful silver statue, because the only true metal is one that will tarnish!
We all claim
But we can never truly have what we claim
We claim and claim and claim and claim
But all claiming is is saying it
Is there ever any more going on?
If someone accepts your claim over them, does this add anything to your claim, or is it an act purely of their own making?
And after all, death nullifies all claims
i claim you my love, for all you have given me. claimed your love, your smell, your taste. you claimed my love and interests in all of us. claimed is good, not bad.
You claim to be real. You claim you are right. Are you? To claim something is not to make it true. To exclaim, to acclaim, is not is not is not.
I’d always been told that Insurance companies are horrible to deal with, but only when I had a claim of my own did I realize the truth of it. I knew as soon as she stepped out of her damaged car that there’d be trouble even though it was her who’d hit me. Word to the wise: avoid elderly drivers like the plague.
When I was little, I thought the world revolved around me. Everything was mine if I wanted it. I claimed things for my own, and if I wailed loud enough I would always get them back. But I’ve learned that not everything is mine, and I can’t lay claim on everything I see.
A claim what right have you to stamp your feet and claim ownership of this land. We are all earthlings all born bleak of breath and life and salt. And we will all die it is our job to claim wonder and discover the beauty in all things. The wild, the wet rain the raw lips. Explore and Inquire … not claim. never claim
I claim you to be mine, for you are the only one with whom I felt myself with, the true me. No fears, no darkness, nothing haunting me in the cold, lonely nights.
There shall be no lonely nights anymore.
she laid her hand on my head
Lips, two parchments, tongue tied
Mentioned nothing of the pressure
Fingerprints and nails would make
Along and in the crow’s feet
and creases of the skin
she left me in
Some people claim to be who they are. Does that make sense? When they aren’t the kind of person that they say they are?
She just did it. She claimed it. Decided she’d do it, then did it. No doubts and no quibbling. She would be successful switching careers. Period.
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
i have nothing to give or take from anyone or any thing. i just own all and all owns me. there is nothing in this world worth giving or taking. everything belongs to everyone and everyone belongs to everything.
require, ask for, force, beg, announce, declare, assume, demonstrate,
Claim to arms, claim to death. We claim things to be our own all our lives without knowing just what we’re doing or what we think we’re doing. I claim my love to be mine and only for me. I claim my life for myself. You claim this world to be all your own, but I refuse to let that be. Earth is much to large to be of one’s personal belonging, and you must share it with all of these empty souls to march on for an eternity of suffering.
She regretted using the F-word and hanging up on the County Coroner. It wasn’t his fault Ralph died the way he did. But she definitely didn’t have the money to claim his ugly ass body. $250! He owed her the Taj Mahal in child support plus the tv he’d stolen!
Later, after her bath, she imagined a grand funeral for Ralph as the toast of the town. She lit a candle.
I claimed that I was working at the International Festival this year in our booth. I was not going to only work in the restaurant that day but I was going to be working in the tent at the festival. My boss better not make me work at the restaurant or else…
That’s it. I’m done. You had your chance…it’s over now. I won’t be giving my heart away anymore. i’ve learned the hard way that love hurts, and that’s why i have to protect myself, my heart, from you. from now on my love won’t merely be given away; it will have to be earned. from now on you won’t beable to steal my heart so easily–i’ve put up walls. if i can’t turn to stone from the inside out, i guess it will have to be from the outside in. from now on, i won’t trust so easily. from now on, the word “caution” will mean something. i’m an open, trusting, kind, caring, and loving person. closing up, hiding in a shell, withdrawing from the world of love and faith…it will be hard for me. but i have to do it, or else i’ll just be hurt again. God knows i don’t need any more scars. since you can’t protect me, i’ll protect myself. i’ll lie, a sleeping princess, within this sealed tower. i won’t try to escape. if someone wants my heart, they’ll have to claw their way through brambles. i won’t make the same mistakes again.
Since I came back from China, I had no idea to get along with him. He asked me to claim down when he had something important to tell me. But how can I? This was not the only time he said broke up with me.
I have put my mark on that object you possess, what’s the word for that? Give me that! Sigh…Brains are puddings nowadays. I’ve got to go to the store and drop this off, this hat, from your head I took it from and now the one that I wear. Some holes, a bit off-balance, the rim has been made flat but nevertheless I shall wear it with class, go to the store and give this to the owner, who’ll give me my party invitation. Savvy mate?
I claim to be great. I claim to be confident. I claim that i am meant to be here. That my existence will change the world. I claim but i dont really know… I hope but i dont promise. None of us really can.
such an arduous claim
my heart has made
to love a man
so insane
I claim you. I claim this patch of land. I claim you to be my own. I will pet you and squeeze you and call you george. I will file a claim. Claims are wonderful good things. It means something belongs to you. I would love to belong to someone. wow. I’m such a romantic. completely hopeless.
After the sun set, the man sat in the window, contemplating on his life.
Everyone had led him somewhere else.
Some had claimed they were his closest friends.
Others claimed they were family.
But nobody could claim that they would be there after the situation.
It was a difficult thing to swallow,
Fouad
claim
CMS-1500. The bane of my existence in the healthcare field. I’ve filled out many of these by hand. The doctor at my last job couldn’t print. It was like she was physically INCAPABLE of printing. So I had to decipher her damn cursive all the time. And she wondered why she never got paid.
Claim is a valuable word. When one says that they claim, they do not necessarily tell the truth. This is only one meaning, however. You could claim to have a friendship, and it may not be real. On the other hand, claim could be true. You could claim money, a coat at a coat check or your car….
yours
The wind claims one more candle,
and its gentle smoke is lost to the following breeze.
in the dark, I find I am all the more sorry for its loss.
I claimed that I was just an ordinary girl, that I didn’t have wings that sprouted from my back whenever I wanted them too. I claimed that I was just like everyone else, but I knew that wasn’t true. Each night I would jump off the roof of my house. And one night, I never landed.
claiming can be a form of lying
I shall hence forth claim this land and all of it’s ice cream to be mine own forever and ever. So all of you who live here and eat ice cream are claimed to be mine. I shall eat your ice cream.
He claimed he was innocent. He claimed he wasn’t even there. He claimed, in front of the judge, that the circumstantial evidence wasn’t enough. And he claimed, in the electric chair, after the body was found in his house, that it was a set up.
I would always claim to my mom that i knew what i was doing, and she would nod. That nod killed me. It was a ‘whatever’ nod. Like she already knew i was wrong,
Claim my heart
If you’re brave enough to try
If you’re fully prepared to laugh with me
And wipe away my tears should I start to cry
Claim my heart
If you’re man enough to care
If you’re strong enough to love me
Then I can promise I’ll always be there
Claim my heart
I dare you to try
‘Cause I’ve seen what you do
And I see through your lies
Claim my heart
But there’s one thing you should know
You can have all of my love
But you can’t touch my soul