I want to petition to change the way people are living their lives. Too often we are caught up in the chaos of everyday life and we forget to be who we actually are. The concerns lie in what clothes we wear, what we have on our feet and these trivial things that really, in the end, have no actual purpose or meaning. Who we are lies in what is in our hearts. That’s what I would petition for.
I’ll petition you to change your mind about me with a declaration of my love for you by the fireside. We are cast in the orange glow of it all and the stars are blazing above us. There’s no night like tonight. There’s no where like right here right now. There’s no sound like these melodious gypsy beats that swirl through this warm air. You laugh, you smile, you see me, from this night on, in a different light.
I didn’t want to do it. I refused. My signature was me, it was pretty much all I had left, my identity. Signing the petition was signing my life away. But everyone was forcing me. What was it called? Mob mentality.
petitions are a lot of work gathering everyone together to sign their name down to make something you want to happen reality sounds like life life is one big fucking petition need his approval for that and they need my right leg and left armpit hair sample to get anything done this day in age i remember one time when i was younger i tried to get a petition passed
an idea that the people would like to be put in place that the president must pass or veto according to his understand of what the people want i dont know what to write about anymore lol so im just gonna gonna
something people do to try to change things. when you want to see change in the world, you make a petition and people sign it to get your point across. the main things i think of when i see petition is CHANGE. lets try to change the word by getting people to sign something saying they agree with the cause / person.
John dragged himself out of bed for yet another dull day at the surgery. He limped through his morning routine, having to stop himself again from pouring two cups of tea out of habit. Just as he was leaving, a flyer fell to the ground as he opened the front door. “Come join the cause,” it said, “Protect personal gun rights before it’s too late!” The pamphlet listed a time and a place, and John mentally consulted his schedule as he hailed a taxi. Ordinarily, he would be concerned with the possibility of being on a case, but not any more. This would be a good opportunity to meet someone new, he told himself, trying to convince the conflicting little instincts in his head which questioned whether he really WANTED to meet anyone new.
The fog had actually lifted by the time John left the clinic, and the sun was making an attempt at warming Trafalgar Square as he approached the large crowd which had gathered there. As he worked himself into the midst, one of the already-involved activists approached him with a clipboard. “Sign the petition to repeal Proposition 17?” she requested, handing him the clipboard of signatures to contribute to. As John was penning in his contact information (for verification of his signature) he happened to glance up at the line above his. “Col. Sebastian Moran,” it read. John’s head snapped up to search for a familiar face in the crowd.
“Quick!” He shoved the clipboard back into the arms of the activist, “The man who signed before me, can you tell me where he went? Taller than me, should have brown hair?” She shook her head, and John internally cursed at his lack of descriptive factors. It had been years since he’d had the opportunity to work with Colonel Moran, he couldn’t be certain that the sharpshooter hadn’t changed since then. He hadn’t even known he’d relocated back to London!
Then, an idea struck him. “Could I er… have that back? Think I put my old address down.” The young woman looked peeved, but handed it back with an annoyed flourish. John pulled out his phone as if to look up a recently-acquired address, but instead copied down the number listed in the slot above.
Just as he was finishing, a voice cracked from somewhere very close behind him, “Captain Watson.” John jerked around, and surely enough, just as he remembered him (hair grown out though,) was Colonel Moran. “Ah, it was you after all,” he grinned, “I thought so. Never forget those ears of yours, doctor. How’s civilian life treating you?” He put out a hand to re-familiarize himself with his old acquaintance.
John shook it eagerly, absentmindedly handing the clipboard back for a second time. “Well, quite well,” he beamed at his idol, almost swept up again in the memories of days spent on the military range, learning to aim from the best. “Haven’t missed yet, thanks to your teachings. And please, call me John. No sense in formalities without the uniform, yeah?”
“Indeed, you’ll call me Seb as well, I hope.” Sebastian truly was chuffed to have this chance to actually catch up with an old army buddy, instead of merely peering down his neck through the sights of his best sniper rifle. “To be honest, John, I was hoping I might find you here. I’d heard you’d made it to London a bit ago, and wondered if I might have a chance to catch up with you. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, does my heart good to see an old face.”
John’s nostalgic grin fell by a couple inches. “Tell me about it,” he grumbled, “Actually this past week was hell on me too.” He peered up at the sincere eyes of the one person left in the world who might understand his situation, wondering how honest he could be with him. “Why don’t you come down with me to the pub, and we’ll er… swap war stories, if you’ll pardon the phrase.”
Sebastian chuckled and turned away from the crowd of gun enthusiasts with a sweeping gesture. “Lead the way.”
I will petition for the end of grevances. I will petition for my right to live as a human being. To be free in all aspects of whatever I do and feel and think. I will petition for the truth and not act until I’ve found it. I will petition for love.
Jim morrison once said:
when i was back there in seminary school
there was a proposition
that you could petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer…
you CANNOT petition the lord
with prayer!
petitions are things people make to protest a situation. i dont know they just want to go against things so they ask people to sign a petition so that they could have enough people who care to make a change. i believe they are good way to make a point if you dont agree with a certain law or rule it’s like a silent protest. i signed one before but it was more like a promise i will follow through with something.
As for the events of the last months, I have a single petition to make. Stop, breath, smile, look, its spring. Everythings nice. Jump and run around. Everythings fine
i think that the people that petition can be borderline egotistical. more than anything, just self centered pricks who want more out of their lives. i, for one, petition because i think i can make a difference, which in the long run, i know for a fact i can’t.
As for the events in the previous couple of months, I would like to make a single petition: Stop, breath, smile, look, its spring, everyhtings nice. jump run around. everythings fine
I petition that I will be a better person. That I can fix the things that are wrong in my life. That I can become the person that I was meant to be and stop being afraid of everything. I just don’t know what to do sometimes to become this better person. But I will make a petition that it will happen and it will be beautiful.
The woman at the ice cream said here please sign my petition so i can keep my tables and chairs so we did even though we dont live in colorado. she told us where to get milk and we were on our way. I didnt understand why she couldnt keep her tables and chairs and i didnt understand why so many men in colorado have mustaches. I didnt understand why me and bryan werent friends and i didnt understand how percentage worked.
I sign the petition because I believe. I believe that what is right should be now. Not later. I believe things happen only because we say they should. That is why I sign the petition. Nothing will happen unless you say something.
A word of many meanings in my opinion. I, today, would like to petition things from my own self if that makes any sense. I would like to petition being a better person, helping a friend out, and all the cliche ideas like that. Petition on a personal level should be the first step you take in any general petition for something.
she is counteractive with that damn thing,
making sure the bile goes straight up my nose,
thinking it’s going to make me look at it and
go, “fuck, this is interesting shit
now that i can see it better.”
Stop, she’d swear. People would trump on her grass, green and bright, it’s tendrils waving back and forth in a to and fro fashion. They would break it. So, she gave the city hall a demand. A petition, for them to stop. Forever. But they never did. They never did.
in my school this extremely idiotic , and ugly might i add, girl decided to pass around a petition in our school so that the printers could be back for use to all for free in our school. and though i agree with her motive (schools should have fucking printers!) she was none the less an idiot. and ugly.
I wrote a petition to the govener to spare the life of a prisioner. This prosioner had comitted arson while eating a pizza. His defense was laughable and he was guiltly. But that petition was vital.
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve heard that infuriating statement, but something then hit me and i was seized with the urge to tear down the walls of the city, to tunnel and rip through the bright dirt with my teeth.
What’s in a petition? Are you signing the petition to join a cause you believe in, or are you signing it to get that annoying person off your back and away from your life? Would that petition make a difference? Would you care if it made a difference?
I’m signing a petition
Writing down my name
Letting the world know
that I will think of you no more.
For as I disengage myself
I see you for as you truly are.
Manipulative.
Selfish.
Cowardly.
What is there to say? Sign it. Sign it to ease your conscience, to feel like you’re making a difference, if there is any difference to make. We all know it’s useless. Signing a petition won’t get you what you really want. So what’s the point? You’re only doing it to feel good about yourself. Selfish.
I shall propose a petition that mirrors be banned from the world. Won’t life be simpler, less subjective without them? If you want to check what’s on your face, just ask a friend or stranger to describe your face for you.
One resorts to a petition when individual action is not enough. Apparently the collective voice is stronger. Tell that to my mom when we beg for ice-cream.
petition is something you sign for a cause r something you care about something that means something to you =you can also petition someone as a verb like ask them for something. to me petition means many people agreeing on a point and asking someone with the power to help change things. i have signed many petitions in my life time for things such as legalizing marijuana, protecting the manatees, selling liquor in grocery stores. i sign petitions because i believe that people should have more freedoms and i love exercising the freedoms that we’ve been given, like the right to petition. its exciting when you succeed too. as i have said i have signed petitions to sell liquor in grocery stores and because so many people signed the petition so many times it was on the ballot. and people voted and now in june there will be liquor sold in grocery stores. same with the marijuana issue, although nothing has been changed federally, on the state level the power of the people has been making serious changes in the laws that govern us.
Fluffy lived under the porch of the old white house. The girl, only five years old, just wanted to pet fluffy and share some of her freshly baked chocate chip cookie. No one realized this would lead to a petition with a thousand signatures to keep Fluffy from being euthanized.
Joe hated petitions. He had gone door to door for the past three hours, getting people to sign this stupid petition for this girlfriend’s cause. Something about polar bears or trees, he wasn’t sure. At any rate, he needed another 500 signatures by the end of the day, and the end of the day for him was 5:30. That’s when Laura would stop by. Good news, no one had turned him down for signing. Bad news: it was 4:30.
I want to petition to change the way people are living their lives. Too often we are caught up in the chaos of everyday life and we forget to be who we actually are. The concerns lie in what clothes we wear, what we have on our feet and these trivial things that really, in the end, have no actual purpose or meaning. Who we are lies in what is in our hearts. That’s what I would petition for.
to argue for your rights whether
its right or wrong you want it so you;l fight for it!
I don’t want to sign your petition. I need to know what it says. what are you trying to get me to do? I just don’t trust.
I’ll petition you to change your mind about me with a declaration of my love for you by the fireside. We are cast in the orange glow of it all and the stars are blazing above us. There’s no night like tonight. There’s no where like right here right now. There’s no sound like these melodious gypsy beats that swirl through this warm air. You laugh, you smile, you see me, from this night on, in a different light.
I didn’t want to do it. I refused. My signature was me, it was pretty much all I had left, my identity. Signing the petition was signing my life away. But everyone was forcing me. What was it called? Mob mentality.
petitions are a lot of work gathering everyone together to sign their name down to make something you want to happen reality sounds like life life is one big fucking petition need his approval for that and they need my right leg and left armpit hair sample to get anything done this day in age i remember one time when i was younger i tried to get a petition passed
an idea that the people would like to be put in place that the president must pass or veto according to his understand of what the people want i dont know what to write about anymore lol so im just gonna gonna
something people do to try to change things. when you want to see change in the world, you make a petition and people sign it to get your point across. the main things i think of when i see petition is CHANGE. lets try to change the word by getting people to sign something saying they agree with the cause / person.
its the same word everytime
John dragged himself out of bed for yet another dull day at the surgery. He limped through his morning routine, having to stop himself again from pouring two cups of tea out of habit. Just as he was leaving, a flyer fell to the ground as he opened the front door. “Come join the cause,” it said, “Protect personal gun rights before it’s too late!” The pamphlet listed a time and a place, and John mentally consulted his schedule as he hailed a taxi. Ordinarily, he would be concerned with the possibility of being on a case, but not any more. This would be a good opportunity to meet someone new, he told himself, trying to convince the conflicting little instincts in his head which questioned whether he really WANTED to meet anyone new.
The fog had actually lifted by the time John left the clinic, and the sun was making an attempt at warming Trafalgar Square as he approached the large crowd which had gathered there. As he worked himself into the midst, one of the already-involved activists approached him with a clipboard. “Sign the petition to repeal Proposition 17?” she requested, handing him the clipboard of signatures to contribute to. As John was penning in his contact information (for verification of his signature) he happened to glance up at the line above his. “Col. Sebastian Moran,” it read. John’s head snapped up to search for a familiar face in the crowd.
“Quick!” He shoved the clipboard back into the arms of the activist, “The man who signed before me, can you tell me where he went? Taller than me, should have brown hair?” She shook her head, and John internally cursed at his lack of descriptive factors. It had been years since he’d had the opportunity to work with Colonel Moran, he couldn’t be certain that the sharpshooter hadn’t changed since then. He hadn’t even known he’d relocated back to London!
Then, an idea struck him. “Could I er… have that back? Think I put my old address down.” The young woman looked peeved, but handed it back with an annoyed flourish. John pulled out his phone as if to look up a recently-acquired address, but instead copied down the number listed in the slot above.
Just as he was finishing, a voice cracked from somewhere very close behind him, “Captain Watson.” John jerked around, and surely enough, just as he remembered him (hair grown out though,) was Colonel Moran. “Ah, it was you after all,” he grinned, “I thought so. Never forget those ears of yours, doctor. How’s civilian life treating you?” He put out a hand to re-familiarize himself with his old acquaintance.
John shook it eagerly, absentmindedly handing the clipboard back for a second time. “Well, quite well,” he beamed at his idol, almost swept up again in the memories of days spent on the military range, learning to aim from the best. “Haven’t missed yet, thanks to your teachings. And please, call me John. No sense in formalities without the uniform, yeah?”
“Indeed, you’ll call me Seb as well, I hope.” Sebastian truly was chuffed to have this chance to actually catch up with an old army buddy, instead of merely peering down his neck through the sights of his best sniper rifle. “To be honest, John, I was hoping I might find you here. I’d heard you’d made it to London a bit ago, and wondered if I might have a chance to catch up with you. It’s been a rough couple of weeks, does my heart good to see an old face.”
John’s nostalgic grin fell by a couple inches. “Tell me about it,” he grumbled, “Actually this past week was hell on me too.” He peered up at the sincere eyes of the one person left in the world who might understand his situation, wondering how honest he could be with him. “Why don’t you come down with me to the pub, and we’ll er… swap war stories, if you’ll pardon the phrase.”
Sebastian chuckled and turned away from the crowd of gun enthusiasts with a sweeping gesture. “Lead the way.”
Petition! Petition! The right we all believe in
Petition! Petition! Load your ammunition!
“We gotta’ petition for what we love, petition for who we are!”
“petition in the street, petition in a car!”
I will petition for the end of grevances. I will petition for my right to live as a human being. To be free in all aspects of whatever I do and feel and think. I will petition for the truth and not act until I’ve found it. I will petition for love.
Jim morrison once said:
when i was back there in seminary school
there was a proposition
that you could petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer
petition the lord with prayer…
you CANNOT petition the lord
with prayer!
petitions are things people make to protest a situation. i dont know they just want to go against things so they ask people to sign a petition so that they could have enough people who care to make a change. i believe they are good way to make a point if you dont agree with a certain law or rule it’s like a silent protest. i signed one before but it was more like a promise i will follow through with something.
As for the events of the last months, I have a single petition to make. Stop, breath, smile, look, its spring. Everythings nice. Jump and run around. Everythings fine
i think that the people that petition can be borderline egotistical. more than anything, just self centered pricks who want more out of their lives. i, for one, petition because i think i can make a difference, which in the long run, i know for a fact i can’t.
As for the events in the previous couple of months, I would like to make a single petition: Stop, breath, smile, look, its spring, everyhtings nice. jump run around. everythings fine
A petition is a form of agreement on a specific matter. It should be signed and passed by a higher position to be considered an agreement of law.
I petition that I will be a better person. That I can fix the things that are wrong in my life. That I can become the person that I was meant to be and stop being afraid of everything. I just don’t know what to do sometimes to become this better person. But I will make a petition that it will happen and it will be beautiful.
to petition. to call for something that you desire. to work and strive to get something to a certain place, or someone for that matter.
The woman at the ice cream said here please sign my petition so i can keep my tables and chairs so we did even though we dont live in colorado. she told us where to get milk and we were on our way. I didnt understand why she couldnt keep her tables and chairs and i didnt understand why so many men in colorado have mustaches. I didnt understand why me and bryan werent friends and i didnt understand how percentage worked.
rights
love
to fight for what important bringing people together uniting as one for whats right
Petitioning for my freedom would be pointless because some would argue that I have not been held against my will.
I sign the petition because I believe. I believe that what is right should be now. Not later. I believe things happen only because we say they should. That is why I sign the petition. Nothing will happen unless you say something.
Sign it, or we’ll all die! Sign it, or you’re not an American! Sign it, or they win! Sign it, or I’ll never stop bugging you! Sign it!
A word of many meanings in my opinion. I, today, would like to petition things from my own self if that makes any sense. I would like to petition being a better person, helping a friend out, and all the cliche ideas like that. Petition on a personal level should be the first step you take in any general petition for something.
she is counteractive with that damn thing,
making sure the bile goes straight up my nose,
thinking it’s going to make me look at it and
go, “fuck, this is interesting shit
now that i can see it better.”
Stop, she’d swear. People would trump on her grass, green and bright, it’s tendrils waving back and forth in a to and fro fashion. They would break it. So, she gave the city hall a demand. A petition, for them to stop. Forever. But they never did. They never did.
in my school this extremely idiotic , and ugly might i add, girl decided to pass around a petition in our school so that the printers could be back for use to all for free in our school. and though i agree with her motive (schools should have fucking printers!) she was none the less an idiot. and ugly.
I wrote a petition to the govener to spare the life of a prisioner. This prosioner had comitted arson while eating a pizza. His defense was laughable and he was guiltly. But that petition was vital.
i begged cronus, king of the city, for a way out.
“the only way out”
he said
“is through.”
i can’t tell you how many times i’ve heard that infuriating statement, but something then hit me and i was seized with the urge to tear down the walls of the city, to tunnel and rip through the bright dirt with my teeth.
“all right.” I said. “it’s on.”
What’s in a petition? Are you signing the petition to join a cause you believe in, or are you signing it to get that annoying person off your back and away from your life? Would that petition make a difference? Would you care if it made a difference?
I’m signing a petition
Writing down my name
Letting the world know
that I will think of you no more.
For as I disengage myself
I see you for as you truly are.
Manipulative.
Selfish.
Cowardly.
What is there to say? Sign it. Sign it to ease your conscience, to feel like you’re making a difference, if there is any difference to make. We all know it’s useless. Signing a petition won’t get you what you really want. So what’s the point? You’re only doing it to feel good about yourself. Selfish.
I shall propose a petition that mirrors be banned from the world. Won’t life be simpler, less subjective without them? If you want to check what’s on your face, just ask a friend or stranger to describe your face for you.
The college students surrounded the president’s desk. With paper in hand, they demanded more freedom. Freedom to choose the classes they wanted.
One resorts to a petition when individual action is not enough. Apparently the collective voice is stronger. Tell that to my mom when we beg for ice-cream.
petition is something you sign for a cause r something you care about something that means something to you =you can also petition someone as a verb like ask them for something. to me petition means many people agreeing on a point and asking someone with the power to help change things. i have signed many petitions in my life time for things such as legalizing marijuana, protecting the manatees, selling liquor in grocery stores. i sign petitions because i believe that people should have more freedoms and i love exercising the freedoms that we’ve been given, like the right to petition. its exciting when you succeed too. as i have said i have signed petitions to sell liquor in grocery stores and because so many people signed the petition so many times it was on the ballot. and people voted and now in june there will be liquor sold in grocery stores. same with the marijuana issue, although nothing has been changed federally, on the state level the power of the people has been making serious changes in the laws that govern us.
Fluffy lived under the porch of the old white house. The girl, only five years old, just wanted to pet fluffy and share some of her freshly baked chocate chip cookie. No one realized this would lead to a petition with a thousand signatures to keep Fluffy from being euthanized.
Joe hated petitions. He had gone door to door for the past three hours, getting people to sign this stupid petition for this girlfriend’s cause. Something about polar bears or trees, he wasn’t sure. At any rate, he needed another 500 signatures by the end of the day, and the end of the day for him was 5:30. That’s when Laura would stop by. Good news, no one had turned him down for signing. Bad news: it was 4:30.