I try to take every step with conviction.
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.
But no matter what, I think I about you.
…and I falter.
What did I do wrong? Why do I feel so alone? Dear Lord, why can I not just enjoy the peace and quiet of a night with nothing to do; just pick up a book without wondering who you are with, or why he isn’t me?
Conviction is determination without reason for doubt or questioning, we must have this to persevere in anything. Conviction is the fuel for our passions. This defines being on the way to where we belong.
I go into this with the full foundation of my conviction holding strong
There is no way this could be wrong. None what-so-ever
I love her more than I could have ever known and the thought of spending the rest of my life waking up next to her holds me like a mink blanket on an autumn evening
It takes a lot to camp out in a park, in the cold and wet, with people questioning your motives. Yeah, it takes great conviction. It’s about time Americans found that conviction and banned together to be heard! About time!
I went to a christian middle school where at the end of the year the teacher would give out character awards. The rowdy boys got “joy”, the smart, quiet girls got “wisdom”, and for some reason I got “conviction”. I was quite perturbed and began to feel guilty that I didn’t have better character.
The conviction had been overturned, yet the townsfolk still saw him as guilty. The local mechanic offered to “fix” his car. The dentist offered a few root canals for free. There was no shortage of offers to hurt him. At any rate, he continued to live in the community that obviously didn’t want him.
Unfortunately the verdict wasn’t as it should be, and there was an unsteadiness in the defending lawyer that was similar to coffee brewed from a drip maker: irritable but helpless in his position.
I want to live life with conviction, with the the knowledge that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I want to feel that what I do matters and has meaning to it.
Speaking with conviction means that you know what and how you will say something. You are not unsure of what you will say. It makes you seem more educated. Conviction is important during public speaking and speaking in the professional world. We often speak with more conviction as we mature.
She looked at him with those eyes that had once been so sweet. Now a bitterness glazed them that he had not known. Yet what killed him was the sweetness he knew they held still. Sweetness he may never taste again.
I wish I had conviction that things will be better this time.
But deep down inside, I know that it won’t.
It’s always like that.
Every single time.
I can’t help but be haunted by your words.
“You’ll only hurt ten times worse than last time.”
Because in the end, you’re right.
History repeats itself.
An endless cycle of pain and betrayal.
Always.
”I love you.” Jake said without conviction. ”Shut-up.” I spat. The filthy pig dared to try and get me back. ”You go girl!” my best friend Jade whispered to me. Jake had cheated on me with my sister, and I was not about to let it just slip by without my wrath.
Convicted. I don’t know, but it reminds me of a closed space. I feel conviction is like being pulled or forced away by what you desire. Is it necessarily desirable to be convicted? No, it is not. Are we convicted anyway? Yes, we are. I don’t understand why people must be categorized and, well convicted. Let us roam.
Oh conviction,
so fickle a thing as You
could be in my heart,
wavering under tumult of
shields and heavy hoofbeats.
Tremulous and rising bleats
Your own do betray Your faith in me
when I would stand in deed amongst the comp’ny
behind–
not so cowardly like You but fierce and hot and fiery
as my sentient blood could spurt growth
into a flame-like
lash and whip our foes.
But You stand as close friend beside me
would wish me luck only and so stymie
courage, for there in thought,
and not
grip-like, truly, present.
Sweet Conviction,
arrest the Will (my life) in full
if empty in resolve still.
The fear mixed in adrenaline:
a poison and anxiety
that will
fast kill
me.
I want him. I need him. I need to be with him. He doesn’t want me back. I’ll have him for mine. He’ll need me like I need him. He’ll want me like I want him. I
conviction makes me think of convicts. how little I know of that world. I’m sheltered all I know about convicts are the things I’ve read in books. Two very insignificant books in fact. Still conviction is a word I’m familiar with because it means to frame someone for something; which has happened to me often
He was convicted.
Conviction doesn’t mean justice.
Conviction means someone pays.
Maybe somebody who did nothing pays.
But as the law sees it,
it doesn’t matter.
You can never truly know,
so go with the best bet.
Though you might convict innocent people.
last night a man called me on the phone and spoke of his conviction. i was not sure what he was trying to say or who he really was but he said he might have to go away for a long time and it sounded like a script on foreign human connection.
I’m convinced that you have the answer to the question I want to ask, but I can’t get up the guts to actually come out and ask it. I want to know if it’s the same each time, with every new person, or if it’s different. If things change because you’ve changed, and the times have changed and….things, have changed.
But I’m afraid to ask, even though I’m pretty damn sure you know. I’ll never meet a person more passionate than you are. Were. Are.
And I feel it’s safe to say you’d know….
So, I’ll ask you here: does it feel different each time you fall in love?
i died because i was convicted of murder. I lived because I was on deathrow. Conviction; sounds like a Toni Morrison novel, not about a crime but about a certain passion.
i take it for what it is
it might be what defines me
my words and how i act
it’s what i know is behind me
i’m only the person i am perceived
the diagnoses i’m given
so if i don’t live up to your words
it’s because this is my decision
i have no use for feeling strongly about any one thing or cause. it causes pain and insecurity about the rest of the people and things in your world. a shallow existence is freer of trouble
conviction is sown into the soil of the green fields surrounds my house and wrapped up and saved in the bales its made into. Conviction is reborn and re-found every spring when the fields finally start to wake up again.
When I was younger I always felt like this word was a big one. It meant that I could accept Jesus again and everything would be fine. It meant that I would be able to be a good example and be popular and not lose myself all at the same time. I think now maybe conviction is just knowing yourself. You finally figure out what is okay and what is not and who you want to be before it’s too late and you’re gone before you even got there.
i know with all my heart.
i have the most firm of beliefs
written in the black and white state of art
its the conviction
that there’s a purpose to exist
faith.
The quality that one must have in order to convince smeone that something is genuine or sincere. “I love you,” she said, but without much conviction. See what I mean? The word that can distort and force words, cloyingly, into a farce.
conviction is assertion in your words- the meaning that you have in your soul that can be obvious from the way that you speak. Conviction is the meaning
I had committed the crime I never thought I’d ever be found guilty for,
My existence.
My conviction was chains and a darkened cell, shadows whispering haunts into my ears as I try to rest.
It’s not fair to be punished for something I couldn’t control.
But who said life was fair?
I think of Jean Valjean from Les Mis. I also think of my religion and feeling convicted whenever I do something wrong. I also think about my mother saying that she felt convicted whenever she goes into Hot Topic with me. It’s one of those words that have different meanings to me and I laugh.
It was bad conviction, that of James McGee. He was accused of grand theft auto, the kidnapping of little Sarah Michaelson, and the robbing of Central Bank. However, everything the jury believed was incorrect. He was as innocent as the baby born last morning to his ex-wife, Maureen.
Conviction…the firm holding of beliefs. Something I want to believe I have. I know I have conviction about certain things- all people should be treated equally despite life style choices, skin color, religious beliefs…or anything else. I want to have conviction in much more. I want to be a person who has firm beliefs and view points on things.
The man’s conviction didn’t seem a bit harsh. I remember reading about it in the newspaper, how he beat that poor baby into a coma! In fact, he deserved something much more brutal. Like, death, perhaps? I think so. Don’t you?
there’s not a day that goes by that i think about conviction. honestly i don’t really care about the word so much but i hear it everyday. he was convicted of this and she wasn’t. she was convicted of that and he wasn’t. conviction is subjective
all in the hands of the jury
even if you didn’t do it
they can say you did
sometimes they’re just in a hurry
sometimes they’re just unaware
lawyer’s convincing
poeple dismissing
Life is really unfair
I sit here in tears for what feels like the umpteenth time, filled with anything but the topic. I am lacking in initiative, in conviction, in any sort of certainty except that I need to escape. I need to escape the enveloping feeling of being alone, of being secondary–obsolete. I have lost my usefulness and it is only now that I can fully appreciate how unnecessary I am. I thank you, however, for showing me the light.
I try to take every step with conviction.
Eyes on the prize, eyes on the prize.
But no matter what, I think I about you.
…and I falter.
What did I do wrong? Why do I feel so alone? Dear Lord, why can I not just enjoy the peace and quiet of a night with nothing to do; just pick up a book without wondering who you are with, or why he isn’t me?
If I had only one word to keep; to utter, to ponder upon, it would be “God”. He is sufficient for all our needs.
Conviction is determination without reason for doubt or questioning, we must have this to persevere in anything. Conviction is the fuel for our passions. This defines being on the way to where we belong.
I go into this with the full foundation of my conviction holding strong
There is no way this could be wrong. None what-so-ever
I love her more than I could have ever known and the thought of spending the rest of my life waking up next to her holds me like a mink blanket on an autumn evening
It takes a lot to camp out in a park, in the cold and wet, with people questioning your motives. Yeah, it takes great conviction. It’s about time Americans found that conviction and banned together to be heard! About time!
I went to a christian middle school where at the end of the year the teacher would give out character awards. The rowdy boys got “joy”, the smart, quiet girls got “wisdom”, and for some reason I got “conviction”. I was quite perturbed and began to feel guilty that I didn’t have better character.
The conviction had been overturned, yet the townsfolk still saw him as guilty. The local mechanic offered to “fix” his car. The dentist offered a few root canals for free. There was no shortage of offers to hurt him. At any rate, he continued to live in the community that obviously didn’t want him.
Unfortunately the verdict wasn’t as it should be, and there was an unsteadiness in the defending lawyer that was similar to coffee brewed from a drip maker: irritable but helpless in his position.
I want to live life with conviction, with the the knowledge that I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I want to feel that what I do matters and has meaning to it.
I didn’t know the word. I see it for the first time. I don’t use the word in daily life. I’m not good at politics.
Speaking with conviction means that you know what and how you will say something. You are not unsure of what you will say. It makes you seem more educated. Conviction is important during public speaking and speaking in the professional world. We often speak with more conviction as we mature.
When you know exactly what you need to do and won’t let anything get in your way.
He walked into the room.
She looked at him with those eyes that had once been so sweet. Now a bitterness glazed them that he had not known. Yet what killed him was the sweetness he knew they held still. Sweetness he may never taste again.
He felt the bile rise in his throat…
I wish I had conviction that things will be better this time.
But deep down inside, I know that it won’t.
It’s always like that.
Every single time.
I can’t help but be haunted by your words.
“You’ll only hurt ten times worse than last time.”
Because in the end, you’re right.
History repeats itself.
An endless cycle of pain and betrayal.
Always.
”I love you.” Jake said without conviction. ”Shut-up.” I spat. The filthy pig dared to try and get me back. ”You go girl!” my best friend Jade whispered to me. Jake had cheated on me with my sister, and I was not about to let it just slip by without my wrath.
Convicted. I don’t know, but it reminds me of a closed space. I feel conviction is like being pulled or forced away by what you desire. Is it necessarily desirable to be convicted? No, it is not. Are we convicted anyway? Yes, we are. I don’t understand why people must be categorized and, well convicted. Let us roam.
Oh conviction,
so fickle a thing as You
could be in my heart,
wavering under tumult of
shields and heavy hoofbeats.
Tremulous and rising bleats
Your own do betray Your faith in me
when I would stand in deed amongst the comp’ny
behind–
not so cowardly like You but fierce and hot and fiery
as my sentient blood could spurt growth
into a flame-like
lash and whip our foes.
But You stand as close friend beside me
would wish me luck only and so stymie
courage, for there in thought,
and not
grip-like, truly, present.
Sweet Conviction,
arrest the Will (my life) in full
if empty in resolve still.
The fear mixed in adrenaline:
a poison and anxiety
that will
fast kill
me.
I want him. I need him. I need to be with him. He doesn’t want me back. I’ll have him for mine. He’ll need me like I need him. He’ll want me like I want him. I
conviction makes me think of convicts. how little I know of that world. I’m sheltered all I know about convicts are the things I’ve read in books. Two very insignificant books in fact. Still conviction is a word I’m familiar with because it means to frame someone for something; which has happened to me often
He was convicted.
Conviction doesn’t mean justice.
Conviction means someone pays.
Maybe somebody who did nothing pays.
But as the law sees it,
it doesn’t matter.
You can never truly know,
so go with the best bet.
Though you might convict innocent people.
Convicted. Done. No more second chances. Screwed up for the last time. Finished. Prison for life.
last night a man called me on the phone and spoke of his conviction. i was not sure what he was trying to say or who he really was but he said he might have to go away for a long time and it sounded like a script on foreign human connection.
I’m convinced that you have the answer to the question I want to ask, but I can’t get up the guts to actually come out and ask it. I want to know if it’s the same each time, with every new person, or if it’s different. If things change because you’ve changed, and the times have changed and….things, have changed.
But I’m afraid to ask, even though I’m pretty damn sure you know. I’ll never meet a person more passionate than you are. Were. Are.
And I feel it’s safe to say you’d know….
So, I’ll ask you here: does it feel different each time you fall in love?
I am convicted in my belief that “conviction” is a bad “one word” to start with! Ashl
i died because i was convicted of murder. I lived because I was on deathrow. Conviction; sounds like a Toni Morrison novel, not about a crime but about a certain passion.
i take it for what it is
it might be what defines me
my words and how i act
it’s what i know is behind me
i’m only the person i am perceived
the diagnoses i’m given
so if i don’t live up to your words
it’s because this is my decision
i have no use for feeling strongly about any one thing or cause. it causes pain and insecurity about the rest of the people and things in your world. a shallow existence is freer of trouble
Once I’ve made up my mind, I can act with conviction, fearlessly following what I perceive to be true and appropriate.
Of course if I’m wrong, convict me of something.
conviction is sown into the soil of the green fields surrounds my house and wrapped up and saved in the bales its made into. Conviction is reborn and re-found every spring when the fields finally start to wake up again.
When I was younger I always felt like this word was a big one. It meant that I could accept Jesus again and everything would be fine. It meant that I would be able to be a good example and be popular and not lose myself all at the same time. I think now maybe conviction is just knowing yourself. You finally figure out what is okay and what is not and who you want to be before it’s too late and you’re gone before you even got there.
i know with all my heart.
i have the most firm of beliefs
written in the black and white state of art
its the conviction
that there’s a purpose to exist
faith.
The quality that one must have in order to convince smeone that something is genuine or sincere. “I love you,” she said, but without much conviction. See what I mean? The word that can distort and force words, cloyingly, into a farce.
conviction is assertion in your words- the meaning that you have in your soul that can be obvious from the way that you speak. Conviction is the meaning
I had committed the crime I never thought I’d ever be found guilty for,
My existence.
My conviction was chains and a darkened cell, shadows whispering haunts into my ears as I try to rest.
It’s not fair to be punished for something I couldn’t control.
But who said life was fair?
I think of Jean Valjean from Les Mis. I also think of my religion and feeling convicted whenever I do something wrong. I also think about my mother saying that she felt convicted whenever she goes into Hot Topic with me. It’s one of those words that have different meanings to me and I laugh.
It was bad conviction, that of James McGee. He was accused of grand theft auto, the kidnapping of little Sarah Michaelson, and the robbing of Central Bank. However, everything the jury believed was incorrect. He was as innocent as the baby born last morning to his ex-wife, Maureen.
Conviction…the firm holding of beliefs. Something I want to believe I have. I know I have conviction about certain things- all people should be treated equally despite life style choices, skin color, religious beliefs…or anything else. I want to have conviction in much more. I want to be a person who has firm beliefs and view points on things.
The man’s conviction didn’t seem a bit harsh. I remember reading about it in the newspaper, how he beat that poor baby into a coma! In fact, he deserved something much more brutal. Like, death, perhaps? I think so. Don’t you?
there’s not a day that goes by that i think about conviction. honestly i don’t really care about the word so much but i hear it everyday. he was convicted of this and she wasn’t. she was convicted of that and he wasn’t. conviction is subjective
all in the hands of the jury
even if you didn’t do it
they can say you did
sometimes they’re just in a hurry
sometimes they’re just unaware
lawyer’s convincing
poeple dismissing
Life is really unfair
I sit here in tears for what feels like the umpteenth time, filled with anything but the topic. I am lacking in initiative, in conviction, in any sort of certainty except that I need to escape. I need to escape the enveloping feeling of being alone, of being secondary–obsolete. I have lost my usefulness and it is only now that I can fully appreciate how unnecessary I am. I thank you, however, for showing me the light.