The policemen went inside the the facilities of the prison. The inmates or convicts were all rioting because of the harsh conditions that they were enduring. So far two convicts have been killed and 10 have had severe injuries due to the riot. However so far the warden has yet to issue
Harry was kept silent. He did not know what to do. Locked up in a small box like a bird with no freedom, he sat still. He wondered what his mother would think, what society would think. Never had he ever imagined in his life that he would be a convict.
I have convictions! I do! I will convict you of your lazy attitude to the important things in life…if you do not strive more to convict yourself and others of these very issues. Think! You will have convictions too! Cheers.
He dragged his heavy ankle up the hill, through the rubble and onto the small plateau, restng to catch his breath. The sunradiated from the dusty danstone around him and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. A lonely hawk circled above as if to signal an impending source of food. There was no shade and he wearily resumed his trudge to the summit of the hill, hoping against all hope that the well was not empty.
He was old and worried and haggard. Not a pretty sight. Few men had endured the vississitudes of life like he had. Years of pain at the hands of others. Years of irritating debiltation and hurt!
someone who has done something wrong and is most probably going to be sent to prison. convict is also a word of a song which was in the charts for a long times, some crap rap
Guilty. Yo ass is guilty… Or you’re just misunderstood. I think either way you probably were. Misunderstood as a child and whatnot. That’s why you’re a convict. You had a bad childhood. I’m sorry.
She pushed him to the side, her eyes red as tears slipped down her face. “He’s innocent! Please, you have the wrong man!” The second guard caught her around the waist, quickly pushing her back. “Please stay back ma’am.” “But that’s my son!”
He convict my heart. In a cage with loneliness to accompany me. Stuck behind these bars of steel, so cold yet so fulfilling. And this sucks. At the end, we all know who’s going to be guilty.
The chains had long been broken and the system had been overturned. The sense of dread and hypersensitivity, however, would never leave him. Not until the day he died.
you are going to prison akon locked up they wont let you out you grew up in the hood and you had to choices unfortunatley your choices lead you down a path which resulted in you behind cold bars in 6 by 6 walled cell you look in your shaterred mirrior to see a distorted veiw of your orange uniform .
“Oh my dosh so now you can tell me that you lost all of that weight by drinking a bunch of lousy shakes, I don’t believe you!” Said the officer, “I know that you were there at the time of the crime working out at the gym, I know you can’t lose weight just by drinking a shake. Your under arrest!”
“I did your officer, I was at home drinking shakes for the last four months, I never had to go to my old gym again. That’s how I lost 40lbs!,” Said Gerald with some spaghetti sauce still on his face.
Convict is what they do when you kill someone, right? You’re convicted of murder. that sounds scary. Or it’s a term they use for someone who commits a crime. Not the happiest sounding thing. to me. I guess. But I don’t know much about it. Because I’ve never killed anyone. Yet. No I probably wouldn’t. I’m not a convict. I hope. Heheh.
My family didn’t really think much about my dad going to jail again.
He was always getting busted for drugs–possession, selling–that kind of stuff.
Mom was fed up. He and his convict life were out. So she divorced him while he was in prison.
Didn’t even care about her children at all.
I saw him running through the wind. My dreams became hazy. The man wearing a bright orange jumpsuit looked at me with eyes that blazed with craze. Even through the fogginess I could tell I was in for trouble. The man wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt me. I was not ready for whatever was about to happen.
he was convicted with murder after what he had done. even though he saved thousand of lives as the result of his actions, he was still shunned by society by killing one of their idols, which was corrupt all along.
How do you really describe the word “convict” ? It holds so much power in it . The person doesn’t even have to be guilty and the word strikes terror and fear into those exposed to it.
I wonder if I could just keep telling everyone I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, and one day it would not so much come true as cease to have a true value or meaning. It wouldn’t matter any more if it was true or not. You tell me not to bottle things and every time we talk, you hammer the cork in a little bit deeper. I feel convicted of crimes.
capture it, the high associated with stormy weather. there’s no storm right now so what else is there to do but meet a convict who’s truly sorry, a sad story. no better high than being sad. that’s not true whatsoever but i wanna lie.
the convict is behind bars. before death row, his life runs like a conveyor belt. he either regrets or doesnt but he feels something. the convict has time to think. he doesn`t have to worry about his wardrobe or getting milk from the grocery store.
a person that has made a mistake in his/her life. He/She has broken the law, and will now suffer the consequences. Unfortunately, convict is a label that is practically impossible to shake. People are labeled convicts for life, even if they change.
He stared down at her with intense eyes and she knew, before he even said it, what was about to happen. That was something she had been ready for, and yet, not so ready. This was a sentence, a conviction, one which would change everything. There was no turning back.
Sirius Black was a convict. A wrongful one, but one nontheless. It was Remus Lupin, a werewolf of all things that was the only one who could calm him down and keep him sane while he hid away from the world that was trying so hard to make his life miserable.
A person who has committed and been charged with a crime. They spend time in a jail or prison. Society looks down on them. The world looks down on them. Sometimes these people are just a product of their environment or circumstances.
conviction is a simple feeling of needing to do what is right aside from any hindrance there might be to not make things right. conviction is empowerment to change. and be better. no matter what.
Alone in his cell he sits.
The convict has nothing on his mind but pain and regret.
The lawyers made him feel so guilty during his trial.
Always asking questions and throwing evidence in his face.
The only think that he can think is “why did I ruin my life?”
The convict sits in his cell alone, full of regrets and sorrow.
I once met a convict that really taught me the meaning of “watch your back.” Interesting thing about him is you could always tell he was up to something by how much nicer he was to you that day.
To convict someone is to convict oneself. We are all one. A convict is only so if it is said he is to be, so by judging him, you have judged yourself and you as a child of god, are already perfect. Conceive love, do not convict it.
why is it that normal people hate the word and rappers today use it to identify themselves like it a title worth praise? Apparently black and white stripes only look good on select people in our society, and is only accepted on this image. I suppose its an ironic way of looking on the bright side of things, but when you make it sound like being a “convict” is one of the more eventful things on your life, thats a problem… and not with the individuals, but with the society.
And there she stood, struck by the words. She could never imagine a life without him.. would that even be called life? He had done it; obviously guilty.. but he was still a great man.
there was once a convict in a prison. He was actually innocent of the crime but was locked up anyway because of the failure of the justice system. While he languished in the cells, he met a fellow convict
eva convicted of bad motherhood. convict. sorry my head is elsewhere. i convict my boyfriends of being annoyed by me, which does annoy them. I convict people of not loving me which makes them not love me.
The policemen went inside the the facilities of the prison. The inmates or convicts were all rioting because of the harsh conditions that they were enduring. So far two convicts have been killed and 10 have had severe injuries due to the riot. However so far the warden has yet to issue
Harry was kept silent. He did not know what to do. Locked up in a small box like a bird with no freedom, he sat still. He wondered what his mother would think, what society would think. Never had he ever imagined in his life that he would be a convict.
I have convictions! I do! I will convict you of your lazy attitude to the important things in life…if you do not strive more to convict yourself and others of these very issues. Think! You will have convictions too! Cheers.
He dragged his heavy ankle up the hill, through the rubble and onto the small plateau, restng to catch his breath. The sunradiated from the dusty danstone around him and his tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. A lonely hawk circled above as if to signal an impending source of food. There was no shade and he wearily resumed his trudge to the summit of the hill, hoping against all hope that the well was not empty.
He was old and worried and haggard. Not a pretty sight. Few men had endured the vississitudes of life like he had. Years of pain at the hands of others. Years of irritating debiltation and hurt!
someone who has done something wrong and is most probably going to be sent to prison. convict is also a word of a song which was in the charts for a long times, some crap rap
..ed that im not worthless
…ed that im not perfect
…ed that im not an accident
…ed that im not innocent
…ed that there’s a Creator
Convict. A Felon. You did something bad. You probably had a bad childhood. sorry.
Guilty. Yo ass is guilty… Or you’re just misunderstood. I think either way you probably were. Misunderstood as a child and whatnot. That’s why you’re a convict. You had a bad childhood. I’m sorry.
“Convict me, Convince!”
(Said the constantly conscious con…)
She pushed him to the side, her eyes red as tears slipped down her face. “He’s innocent! Please, you have the wrong man!” The second guard caught her around the waist, quickly pushing her back. “Please stay back ma’am.” “But that’s my son!”
Con-vict –verb (1): to prove someone guilty of a crime.
Con-vict –verb (2): to prove you guilty of stealing his heart.
Yours,
Love.
He convict my heart. In a cage with loneliness to accompany me. Stuck behind these bars of steel, so cold yet so fulfilling. And this sucks. At the end, we all know who’s going to be guilty.
The chains had long been broken and the system had been overturned. The sense of dread and hypersensitivity, however, would never leave him. Not until the day he died.
To convict.
They told her it was necessary.
“Love is necessary for survival, dear.”
With doe-like eyes, she stared at them innocently and laughed,
“Really?”
Under the sheer feathery weight of those handcuffs,
she grimaced.
Love hurts,
as much as it convicts.
you are going to prison akon locked up they wont let you out you grew up in the hood and you had to choices unfortunatley your choices lead you down a path which resulted in you behind cold bars in 6 by 6 walled cell you look in your shaterred mirrior to see a distorted veiw of your orange uniform .
“Oh my dosh so now you can tell me that you lost all of that weight by drinking a bunch of lousy shakes, I don’t believe you!” Said the officer, “I know that you were there at the time of the crime working out at the gym, I know you can’t lose weight just by drinking a shake. Your under arrest!”
“I did your officer, I was at home drinking shakes for the last four months, I never had to go to my old gym again. That’s how I lost 40lbs!,” Said Gerald with some spaghetti sauce still on his face.
A convict is someone who was braot in a bout from England to Australia.
Convict is what they do when you kill someone, right? You’re convicted of murder. that sounds scary. Or it’s a term they use for someone who commits a crime. Not the happiest sounding thing. to me. I guess. But I don’t know much about it. Because I’ve never killed anyone. Yet. No I probably wouldn’t. I’m not a convict. I hope. Heheh.
My family didn’t really think much about my dad going to jail again.
He was always getting busted for drugs–possession, selling–that kind of stuff.
Mom was fed up. He and his convict life were out. So she divorced him while he was in prison.
Didn’t even care about her children at all.
I saw him running through the wind. My dreams became hazy. The man wearing a bright orange jumpsuit looked at me with eyes that blazed with craze. Even through the fogginess I could tell I was in for trouble. The man wanted to hurt someone. He wanted to hurt me. I was not ready for whatever was about to happen.
he was convicted with murder after what he had done. even though he saved thousand of lives as the result of his actions, he was still shunned by society by killing one of their idols, which was corrupt all along.
How do you really describe the word “convict” ? It holds so much power in it . The person doesn’t even have to be guilty and the word strikes terror and fear into those exposed to it.
Troubling, how ever you pronounce it.
I wonder if I could just keep telling everyone I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, I’m fine, and one day it would not so much come true as cease to have a true value or meaning. It wouldn’t matter any more if it was true or not. You tell me not to bottle things and every time we talk, you hammer the cork in a little bit deeper. I feel convicted of crimes.
capture it, the high associated with stormy weather. there’s no storm right now so what else is there to do but meet a convict who’s truly sorry, a sad story. no better high than being sad. that’s not true whatsoever but i wanna lie.
the convict is behind bars. before death row, his life runs like a conveyor belt. he either regrets or doesnt but he feels something. the convict has time to think. he doesn`t have to worry about his wardrobe or getting milk from the grocery store.
a person that has made a mistake in his/her life. He/She has broken the law, and will now suffer the consequences. Unfortunately, convict is a label that is practically impossible to shake. People are labeled convicts for life, even if they change.
declared one for soe guilty offence.he may be good or bad.it can only be analysed through proofs or eye witnesses.
He stared down at her with intense eyes and she knew, before he even said it, what was about to happen. That was something she had been ready for, and yet, not so ready. This was a sentence, a conviction, one which would change everything. There was no turning back.
Sirius Black was a convict. A wrongful one, but one nontheless. It was Remus Lupin, a werewolf of all things that was the only one who could calm him down and keep him sane while he hid away from the world that was trying so hard to make his life miserable.
A person who has committed and been charged with a crime. They spend time in a jail or prison. Society looks down on them. The world looks down on them. Sometimes these people are just a product of their environment or circumstances.
conviction is a simple feeling of needing to do what is right aside from any hindrance there might be to not make things right. conviction is empowerment to change. and be better. no matter what.
Alone in his cell he sits.
The convict has nothing on his mind but pain and regret.
The lawyers made him feel so guilty during his trial.
Always asking questions and throwing evidence in his face.
The only think that he can think is “why did I ruin my life?”
The convict sits in his cell alone, full of regrets and sorrow.
I once met a convict that really taught me the meaning of “watch your back.” Interesting thing about him is you could always tell he was up to something by how much nicer he was to you that day.
To convict someone is to convict oneself. We are all one. A convict is only so if it is said he is to be, so by judging him, you have judged yourself and you as a child of god, are already perfect. Conceive love, do not convict it.
why is it that normal people hate the word and rappers today use it to identify themselves like it a title worth praise? Apparently black and white stripes only look good on select people in our society, and is only accepted on this image. I suppose its an ironic way of looking on the bright side of things, but when you make it sound like being a “convict” is one of the more eventful things on your life, thats a problem… and not with the individuals, but with the society.
And there she stood, struck by the words. She could never imagine a life without him.. would that even be called life? He had done it; obviously guilty.. but he was still a great man.
there was once a convict in a prison. He was actually innocent of the crime but was locked up anyway because of the failure of the justice system. While he languished in the cells, he met a fellow convict
eva convicted of bad motherhood. convict. sorry my head is elsewhere. i convict my boyfriends of being annoyed by me, which does annoy them. I convict people of not loving me which makes them not love me.