A coward is a person who is afraid. Not all persons who are afraid is cowards. Cowardice is usually associated with the colour yellow. Sometimes running away is the right thing to do. Then you are not a coward. Can you think of any famous cowards?
scared. that’s all you amount to. you live in the dark, afraid of what lies in the light, beyond your doorstep and out in the actual world where life happens. you’re nothing but a silly little coward, waiting for the end to come to you instead of moving towards your end.
What words to say? All I want to do is run, run far far away from you. The coward in me, wants to be free. But what was it? Why do you hesitate, fearful one? Why this time, do you run, not away, but towards? What will you lose? What will you gain? The fear of losing him is enough to give me strength. To cement my feelings for him. But as they make him realize how much I am there for him, only brings shadows of doubt out more.
coward – my teeth scraping against skin and the shivers such actions elicit
your yellow-bellied mewling in the depth of the night, grinding your teeth down to the bone, down to jawline and blood and pieces of skull
you are cowardice embodied, made flesh and bone, made blood and torn ligaments
all i could think about was that dirty rotten coward. Im a firm believer that if you are going to stick your tongue out it should be to someones face! makes me so damn mad!
a coward just dont dare to face responsibility of his/her own behavior and therefore cannot grow. She/he can’t live alone and can not grow as a mature person in his/her life
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times I thought about telling you what a coward you were. Every time you let go of my hand when you saw one of your friends. Or told me how much you loved me when we were alone, but could barely even look me in the eye if they were around. And especially the time you took me out for my birthday to a place 45 minutes out of town claiming they had the best Italian food… but I knew you were afraid to run into anyone. Yes, there were many, many times that I thought of telling you what a coward you were. But I never did. I guess that kind of made me a coward, too.
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times I thought about telling you what a coward you were. Every time you let go of my hand when you saw one of your friends. Or told me how much you loved me when we were alone, but could barely even look me in the eye if they were around. And especially the time you took me out for my birthday to a place 45 out of town claiming they had the best Italian food… but I knew you were afraid to run into anyone. Yes, there were many, many times that I thought of telling you what a coward you were. But I never did. I guess that kind of made me a coward, too.
Fear has been my constant companion. Yet, I go on and do all the things expected of me. There is no alternative to life, except death, and that just isn’t acceptable.
the lion from the wizard of oz, but he learned that you can learn things about yourself to change what you don’t like. you can be brave. you might surprise yourself. you don’t always know what you have inside of you when you are challenged and face the world with people that you love. it can always surprise you.
coward.
for five years of my life i was afraid.
and now i can finally admit it – okay, i’m gay, i’m me, i like girls and it’s okay and this is who i am.
but now
now i’m thinking that that might be the most selfish act of all
fucking up everything
now i’m the coward.
Am I a coward if I lie? I was raised to think so. But what if the lie is so heavy and burdening that whispering one syllable of it would destroy someones’ perception of me? I guess I am a coward for fearing opinions, and for telling such horrendous stories.
a coward is a person who will do something and not be proud enough to show their face because there is simply nothing to be proud of. Take 9/11 for example, suicide bombers, and terrorists in general.
maybe deep down inside I’m a coward. maybe I’m afraid of change, afraid of bringing my whole world crumbling down at my feet with my next set of mistakes, like the child I am–like the child, we all are.
I kissed you but didn’t love you. I told you of better days but didn’t follow through. I refused to tell you all my faults and compensated by pointing out yours. I should have chosen differently. I miss you.
I’m a coward. I’ve always been a coward. I excel at running away from problems, and non problems. I’m that sort of person who you wish would grow up and face the real world. But I’ve got news for you, the real world sucks.
“Coward” makes me cringe. No one wants to be a coward, but sometimes even for a second the opportunity comes up. A coward is a state of being that is impossible to overcome. Once a coward, doubt creeps in and then the act of cowardness becomes a drug of choice.
Every day, the same old thing. A fuzzy tv screen and a beer. Nothing new. No variations. Just a hazy game and some booze. The dust in the floor is a uniform carpeting, except for the path from the chair to the fridge.
My shoes slapping the pavement, fighting against the ground
and my memories.
And, or.
Why?
I could have saved her.
My chest is burning, scratching,
like the regret locked away in my ribcage will suddenly
pry its way out,
and consume what’s left of my body.
My breath leaves a trail of heat,
shame,
on my trembling lips.
Parting them, I gasp
for air, for forgiveness,
and only the sky can cry with me.
everyone is a coward. the internet is creating cowards everyday. we have lost that special human touch and the experience of meeting someone face to face. we have all become cowards because we are so used to non verbal confrontation. it makes me sick. i want things to be how they used to be when we would meet people on the playground.
He is a coward, He feared losing the safety of life’ s comfort. He never worried that there will be any serious repercussions to his act. Perhaps he was so sure of himself, so uncritical of his strengths and so certain of the support his environment will provide. Still, he is wrong. This, we will never know till some far off sunset has dimmed the surroundings and the artificial lights do fail to shine. We will never know. And, there will be someone else feeling, seeing, hearing, savoring the flavors and aromas of life. And he, too, will be a coward. He will be sure and his ego will prod him to parse the babble of ideas and thoughts and sensory jabs that he is subjected to. And, then he will again succumb to the tyranny of pride and he, too, will feel the power in his body. He will think but will not discern. He will deemed to be the success that he thinks is due him. Until a sudden moment, much like a sunset before, he will succumb. And he, too, will commit suicide.
Being coward sucks. It’s like repressing your feeling because you are cowardly enough to speak up and express your feelings. hence, it will start to hurt you inside and begin to self pity.
Yes. He is a coward. Not understanding how the world works didn’t make him a coward. He understood, he condemned in the quiet comfort of the living room. But he never stood up for the truth.
I’m not a coward. I didn’t study abroad for other reasons. Sure, there was a part of me that was afraid to leave my family, but given the circumstances, I would have been crazy to go.
The divorce was just about over when I was supposed to leave. Things were bad. Really bad. I called my mom every morning just to make sure she was still alive. When my dad would go on a rampage, nothing in his path was safe. Even people.
i know a lot of cowards. most of them are dudes. they think they are doing what’s best for the situation, really they are just doing what’s best for themselves. cowards are everywhere. the more i think about it, i am a coward.
She’s a coward. I love her. But she used me. She didn’t even give me a real chance. She just wanted her girlfriend to get jealous and want her more. She led me on. And nothing hurts more. I want to disappear.
My father. My father doesn’t like to talk to me. He waits for my mother to “witness”. A witness to hear all the horrible things I may say about him to his face, but he doesn’t wait to slap.
What a man.
“We are going to sit here in this tree until the taxman’s coach comes by,” said Robin of Locksley, “and then when it’s just underneath, we will jump out of our trees, and run away.” Friar Tuck protested, “Well, that’s not how the future generations will want to remember you. In my writings, I’ll just leave out the part where you’re a coward. And a pansy.”
Robin quietly smiled and waved his hand, the sequins on his pink glove shimmering in the sunlight.
you idiot. why can’t you stand up for what you care about for once. all you ever do is hide behind your party lines. you never think about what other people are going through. Your principles and religion are your shield. I don’t want to be your shield, coward. get away from my religion and principles.
I hate cowards, cowards are pussies. If you can’t think with your own mind how are you going to get through life? If you got called a coward, would you really want to accept that for yourself? w
It’s not like we all shut you out of our life on purpose, Dad. You can’t for one single second think that we were the ones to quit first. It was you, you and your addiction, that left you alone. And now you’re too scared to apologize even though I’ve forgiven you, and even though I’m ready to let it all go and let us start over and I’m ready to make the effort, you continue to drink every single night and act like I’m not there.
Coward is often times misunderstood. Sometimes it just means you can run faster than someone else. Or maybe you are just smart enough to get out of the situation that your idiot friend cannot. I mean seriously? I’m not taking the wrap for an escaped gorilla and an overturned golf cart….
he was scared, as was i. but they didn’t dare call me a coward. just him. i wanted to stick up for him. but my reputation was glorious, and I couldn’t risk losing that now, could I? I laughed at this prospect. I couldn’t.
A coward is a person who is afraid. Not all persons who are afraid is cowards. Cowardice is usually associated with the colour yellow. Sometimes running away is the right thing to do. Then you are not a coward. Can you think of any famous cowards?
scared. that’s all you amount to. you live in the dark, afraid of what lies in the light, beyond your doorstep and out in the actual world where life happens. you’re nothing but a silly little coward, waiting for the end to come to you instead of moving towards your end.
What words to say? All I want to do is run, run far far away from you. The coward in me, wants to be free. But what was it? Why do you hesitate, fearful one? Why this time, do you run, not away, but towards? What will you lose? What will you gain? The fear of losing him is enough to give me strength. To cement my feelings for him. But as they make him realize how much I am there for him, only brings shadows of doubt out more.
coward – my teeth scraping against skin and the shivers such actions elicit
your yellow-bellied mewling in the depth of the night, grinding your teeth down to the bone, down to jawline and blood and pieces of skull
you are cowardice embodied, made flesh and bone, made blood and torn ligaments
all i could think about was that dirty rotten coward. Im a firm believer that if you are going to stick your tongue out it should be to someones face! makes me so damn mad!
a coward just dont dare to face responsibility of his/her own behavior and therefore cannot grow. She/he can’t live alone and can not grow as a mature person in his/her life
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times I thought about telling you what a coward you were. Every time you let go of my hand when you saw one of your friends. Or told me how much you loved me when we were alone, but could barely even look me in the eye if they were around. And especially the time you took me out for my birthday to a place 45 minutes out of town claiming they had the best Italian food… but I knew you were afraid to run into anyone. Yes, there were many, many times that I thought of telling you what a coward you were. But I never did. I guess that kind of made me a coward, too.
I couldn’t begin to tell you how many times I thought about telling you what a coward you were. Every time you let go of my hand when you saw one of your friends. Or told me how much you loved me when we were alone, but could barely even look me in the eye if they were around. And especially the time you took me out for my birthday to a place 45 out of town claiming they had the best Italian food… but I knew you were afraid to run into anyone. Yes, there were many, many times that I thought of telling you what a coward you were. But I never did. I guess that kind of made me a coward, too.
The student who didn’t finish the homework skipped the class for fearing the death glare of the professor.
Fear has been my constant companion. Yet, I go on and do all the things expected of me. There is no alternative to life, except death, and that just isn’t acceptable.
Am I?
the lion from the wizard of oz, but he learned that you can learn things about yourself to change what you don’t like. you can be brave. you might surprise yourself. you don’t always know what you have inside of you when you are challenged and face the world with people that you love. it can always surprise you.
coward.
for five years of my life i was afraid.
and now i can finally admit it – okay, i’m gay, i’m me, i like girls and it’s okay and this is who i am.
but now
now i’m thinking that that might be the most selfish act of all
fucking up everything
now i’m the coward.
Am I a coward if I lie? I was raised to think so. But what if the lie is so heavy and burdening that whispering one syllable of it would destroy someones’ perception of me? I guess I am a coward for fearing opinions, and for telling such horrendous stories.
a coward is a person who will do something and not be proud enough to show their face because there is simply nothing to be proud of. Take 9/11 for example, suicide bombers, and terrorists in general.
maybe deep down inside I’m a coward. maybe I’m afraid of change, afraid of bringing my whole world crumbling down at my feet with my next set of mistakes, like the child I am–like the child, we all are.
I kissed you but didn’t love you. I told you of better days but didn’t follow through. I refused to tell you all my faults and compensated by pointing out yours. I should have chosen differently. I miss you.
you are one from so many past experiences. Please let go. Dont be scared to be strong. I will be behind you. I will not let you fall. So smile for me
I’m a coward. I’ve always been a coward. I excel at running away from problems, and non problems. I’m that sort of person who you wish would grow up and face the real world. But I’ve got news for you, the real world sucks.
“Coward” makes me cringe. No one wants to be a coward, but sometimes even for a second the opportunity comes up. A coward is a state of being that is impossible to overcome. Once a coward, doubt creeps in and then the act of cowardness becomes a drug of choice.
Every day, the same old thing. A fuzzy tv screen and a beer. Nothing new. No variations. Just a hazy game and some booze. The dust in the floor is a uniform carpeting, except for the path from the chair to the fridge.
I ran.
Why did I run?
My shoes slapping the pavement, fighting against the ground
and my memories.
And, or.
Why?
I could have saved her.
My chest is burning, scratching,
like the regret locked away in my ribcage will suddenly
pry its way out,
and consume what’s left of my body.
My breath leaves a trail of heat,
shame,
on my trembling lips.
Parting them, I gasp
for air, for forgiveness,
and only the sky can cry with me.
I could have saved her,
But I was afraid.
everyone is a coward. the internet is creating cowards everyday. we have lost that special human touch and the experience of meeting someone face to face. we have all become cowards because we are so used to non verbal confrontation. it makes me sick. i want things to be how they used to be when we would meet people on the playground.
He is a coward, He feared losing the safety of life’ s comfort. He never worried that there will be any serious repercussions to his act. Perhaps he was so sure of himself, so uncritical of his strengths and so certain of the support his environment will provide. Still, he is wrong. This, we will never know till some far off sunset has dimmed the surroundings and the artificial lights do fail to shine. We will never know. And, there will be someone else feeling, seeing, hearing, savoring the flavors and aromas of life. And he, too, will be a coward. He will be sure and his ego will prod him to parse the babble of ideas and thoughts and sensory jabs that he is subjected to. And, then he will again succumb to the tyranny of pride and he, too, will feel the power in his body. He will think but will not discern. He will deemed to be the success that he thinks is due him. Until a sudden moment, much like a sunset before, he will succumb. And he, too, will commit suicide.
Being coward sucks. It’s like repressing your feeling because you are cowardly enough to speak up and express your feelings. hence, it will start to hurt you inside and begin to self pity.
i am a coward
Yes. He is a coward. Not understanding how the world works didn’t make him a coward. He understood, he condemned in the quiet comfort of the living room. But he never stood up for the truth.
I’m not a coward. I didn’t study abroad for other reasons. Sure, there was a part of me that was afraid to leave my family, but given the circumstances, I would have been crazy to go.
The divorce was just about over when I was supposed to leave. Things were bad. Really bad. I called my mom every morning just to make sure she was still alive. When my dad would go on a rampage, nothing in his path was safe. Even people.
i know a lot of cowards. most of them are dudes. they think they are doing what’s best for the situation, really they are just doing what’s best for themselves. cowards are everywhere. the more i think about it, i am a coward.
Don’t be one.
She’s a coward. I love her. But she used me. She didn’t even give me a real chance. She just wanted her girlfriend to get jealous and want her more. She led me on. And nothing hurts more. I want to disappear.
My father. My father doesn’t like to talk to me. He waits for my mother to “witness”. A witness to hear all the horrible things I may say about him to his face, but he doesn’t wait to slap.
What a man.
“We are going to sit here in this tree until the taxman’s coach comes by,” said Robin of Locksley, “and then when it’s just underneath, we will jump out of our trees, and run away.” Friar Tuck protested, “Well, that’s not how the future generations will want to remember you. In my writings, I’ll just leave out the part where you’re a coward. And a pansy.”
Robin quietly smiled and waved his hand, the sequins on his pink glove shimmering in the sunlight.
you idiot. why can’t you stand up for what you care about for once. all you ever do is hide behind your party lines. you never think about what other people are going through. Your principles and religion are your shield. I don’t want to be your shield, coward. get away from my religion and principles.
I hate cowards, cowards are pussies. If you can’t think with your own mind how are you going to get through life? If you got called a coward, would you really want to accept that for yourself? w
Coward is not a word that I am familiar with. Oops prep. at the end of a sentence. No cowards here. We have balls. And guts. Lots of guts.
We start businesses. We go for the gold. We outlast.
Except for the one thing…
He is a coward man.
It’s not like we all shut you out of our life on purpose, Dad. You can’t for one single second think that we were the ones to quit first. It was you, you and your addiction, that left you alone. And now you’re too scared to apologize even though I’ve forgiven you, and even though I’m ready to let it all go and let us start over and I’m ready to make the effort, you continue to drink every single night and act like I’m not there.
Coward is often times misunderstood. Sometimes it just means you can run faster than someone else. Or maybe you are just smart enough to get out of the situation that your idiot friend cannot. I mean seriously? I’m not taking the wrap for an escaped gorilla and an overturned golf cart….
he was scared, as was i. but they didn’t dare call me a coward. just him. i wanted to stick up for him. but my reputation was glorious, and I couldn’t risk losing that now, could I? I laughed at this prospect. I couldn’t.