I don’t understand the policy to anything anymore. It is, exactly that- a policy. Something to abide by? A policy is a policy nonetheless, Who’s knows what it means.
It was always my policy to trust nobody, to love nobody, to keep myself locked away. I lost my own key somewhere along the way, and no matter how hard I shook the bars of the cage I had put myself in, I could find no escape. I screamed silent screams and cried with no tears. Hundreds, thousands of people passed by, not noticing a single thing. One day, someone picked up the key and put it in the lock, but he did not turn it; he changed his mind at the last minute and kept on walking. I was so ready for the door to open, so ready to be free, but I couldn’t reach out and turn that key on my own. And then you came along and smiled at me. You turned the key, opened the door, and laughed at me for locking myself away, but I did not mind. I never mind, as long as it’s you.
Policy
reminds me of stringent
guidelines
it is only brought up
when broken
when force to do
or be
what you dont wan to do
or be
public policy
reminds me of my government class
and i like gov
but not policy so much…
I have a policy for my tumblr that I am only allowed to post happy things. I also only let myself listen to happy songs.
These are better policies than bureaucracies have most of the time.
I sit at my vanity, run a comb through my thinning auburn hair, and apply my powder and my lipstick. I pick out my lingerie, and decide on his favorite – a delicate white lace number. I walk to the foyer and wait anxiously by the door.
Then the phone rings. I don’t bother picking up. Instead, I slip back into my nightgown, blow out the candles and crawl into the cold bed. Alone.
A school’s dress code policy interferes with a teenagers right to self expression. Teenagers go through some of the hardest times trying to figure out ways to dress without breaking these rules. There are many reasons the policy is in place though.
Policy, mine is to never hope never dream never want. I break my policy often. But you know what? it’s perfect. Because if I don’t expect anything actually getting something is even better. Does anyone agree with foreign policy? I think i do. I have no idea though.
The company policy is to have fun: Drink underage, smoke illegal drugs, crash parties, kiss boys you don’t know, kiss boys you do know, kiss girls you don’t know, play video games, have dance parties in your dorm room, be confused, want to rip someone’s heart out, want to rip your own heart out… Company policy is: have fun.
I was always told honesty is the best policy.
But is it the best when your honesty can hurt someone else?
Maybe I should keep this to myself.
I could never hurt you like that…
“The policy has not changed. You may not go to the movies alone with that boy.” “But why?” “Because i dont trust him. You never know what boys will try and do. The answer is no. I wont let my little girl get hurt.”
Girl leaves the room crying. You hear a door slam upstairs. Mom walks in.
“What’s all the commotion?”
“I refuse to let my little girl get hurt.”
“Is it really that you don’t want her to get hurt, or is it that you don’t want her to finally grow up?
She’s not little anymore. You have to let go and let her live her life.”
it was her policy to keep herself at a distance from anything that could hurt her
this policy may have kept her away from many things she hoped to discover
but it also kept her away from many things that she did not wish to discover
honesty is the best policy.i dont know anything else about this word. with an e on the end instead of a y it would say police. that is about all i have to say about the word policy. i do not like this word.
The teacher’s policy was to never allow test retakes. Micheal begged, though, knowing that he could prove he knew the information. “I swear I wasn’t cheating,” Mrs. Johnson. Tears were streaming down his face, and the young man was shaking. “Please give me another chance.”
Policies are a part of law. I guess. There is a policy to follow in shops, school, organizations… I guess that’s what we live by; structured policies & rules. All else would end up in chaos, wouldn’t it?
Policy is no replacement for careful consideration of individual instances. But sometimes it’s all you’ve got. Policy speaks for people when people don’t know what to say or why.
I have a few policies about my body. 1.) is that I will not sleep with them in the first month. Ever. Sorry. I know people have been upset over this, but it’s best for them and myself if we just don’t get involved that fast.
Reminds me of politics. Which i hate. and rules. which are both good and bad. i wish there were different and better policies in the world. i wish people respected each other instead of having to follow policies. policies are needed for those who can’t behave. as in us. rahhh. not fun.
oh shit, my friend is writing on this same word right now. she didn’t want to write about policy and so I told her to write about not wanting to write about policy and that policy fucking sucks. Policy does suck, but like any other thing, it is necessary sometimes to order the imminent chaos in life.
Diana was shaking her head no we are not signing this agreement to let the policy
that allows sexual harassment to be allowed at Sher Am Company, my Grandmother
would turn in her grave if I let this happen.
“That’s good policy,” the old man rambled as he turned his back on the young man. “Yes, I’ve always said it’s good policy to pay respect to your elders.” He knelt and folded his hands across the back of his head and waited. “Good policy,” he murmured once more, waiting.
The young soldier’s fingers trembled at the trigger. This old man was the kindest prisoner he had ever met in that stranger, dark place; but the elderly prisoners were to be shot; it was policy.
Policy. Politics, Policing, Political, Pole. Icy. Ice. I wonder if policy always has the coldness and hardness of ice. It is not meant to bend or give, but to stand straight in the face of all.
I really don’t like the policies at my sender school. They’re all made for people who do bad things, and I don’t. I hate being treated like I am a bad person, or someone who is incredibly disrespectful; it’s not fair.
Seneca had a no-touching policy.
That meant no hugs, no reaching for, no holding hands (except for at the skating rink because nothing was reality there)
But when Seneca met sage-girl…
When Seneca met sage-girl…
Her policies were disregarded and the government inside her head was overthrown.
Reginald stood stiffly, his arms rigid and his white buttons marching in a straight line right down to the paper he held in his hand. He lifted one corner of his mouth as he spoke, “they’ve changed the _policy_.” Had he been a less stoic man, they would have said he sneered.
their policies are like rules, always containing us. shoved in between boundaries, where we are forced to think and be clever. but one cannot be taught how to learn these things. they have to come with freedom and exploration.
one day, maybe they will learn. maybe they will learn and lift these policies.
“It is what it is. There is nothing we can do about it, m’am. Just please refer to your policy pamphlet that you received when you moved in, and we won’t have any trouble.”
“You’re a fucking moron. Do you know what it feels like to be human?”
The policy of life.
Is it just to live and die an unhappy death? or work, work, work, all day long. Some know that the policy of life is to live happy and not to waste time.
Is it policy to vote? I don’t know, because I never have. So does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But I will tell you one thing, I look at all the things that go on politically, and it all makes me sick.
policy. what does that even mean? rules. what are rules if not for us to break. people break rules every day. they have affairs, they steal money, the find ways around the rules, or “policies.” in a way i like rules. rules give me direction. is direction a good thing? maybe i should make my own rules, my own direction. the policy for my own life.
American Heritage. I don’t even know why policy reminds me of that class. All I know is I don’t understand either. \m/(-\/)\m/ rock on. the end. policy policy policy policy policy
I am not following the rules of being the perfect girlfriend. I am flirting too much, avoiding him and all his incessant questions and need, and almost leaving him for one of his best friends. The thing is, I don’t feel exactly bad. These stupid policies, I don’t follow.
you want to come into my life, take over my world, and leave me broken-hearted? you want me to spend sleepless nights thinking about could-have-beens and would have beens? well, i have a policy about this kind of thing. no one pushes me around, changes my opinions and turns my worldview on its head. no one takes away my passion, my zest for life. i have a policy-i will not be hurt…
but, maybe, does that mean that i won’t be loved?
The policy for the clones was once you were fully developed you had to suite up and report to battle training. Markus didn’t like that. Something had gone wrong when he had been programed. Something in his chip had been tampered with. Markus had a mind of his own.
I don’t understand the policy to anything anymore. It is, exactly that- a policy. Something to abide by? A policy is a policy nonetheless, Who’s knows what it means.
It was always my policy to trust nobody, to love nobody, to keep myself locked away. I lost my own key somewhere along the way, and no matter how hard I shook the bars of the cage I had put myself in, I could find no escape. I screamed silent screams and cried with no tears. Hundreds, thousands of people passed by, not noticing a single thing. One day, someone picked up the key and put it in the lock, but he did not turn it; he changed his mind at the last minute and kept on walking. I was so ready for the door to open, so ready to be free, but I couldn’t reach out and turn that key on my own. And then you came along and smiled at me. You turned the key, opened the door, and laughed at me for locking myself away, but I did not mind. I never mind, as long as it’s you.
Policy
reminds me of stringent
guidelines
it is only brought up
when broken
when force to do
or be
what you dont wan to do
or be
public policy
reminds me of my government class
and i like gov
but not policy so much…
I have a hard and fast policy, which is, to never let myself become inflexible to life’s ebbs and tides. Go with the flow…
policy.
I have a policy for my tumblr that I am only allowed to post happy things. I also only let myself listen to happy songs.
These are better policies than bureaucracies have most of the time.
the policy to eat all your food on your plate, created by parents, has cause children to become obese.
I sit at my vanity, run a comb through my thinning auburn hair, and apply my powder and my lipstick. I pick out my lingerie, and decide on his favorite – a delicate white lace number. I walk to the foyer and wait anxiously by the door.
Then the phone rings. I don’t bother picking up. Instead, I slip back into my nightgown, blow out the candles and crawl into the cold bed. Alone.
Work before play, huh? What a stupid policy.
A school’s dress code policy interferes with a teenagers right to self expression. Teenagers go through some of the hardest times trying to figure out ways to dress without breaking these rules. There are many reasons the policy is in place though.
Policy, mine is to never hope never dream never want. I break my policy often. But you know what? it’s perfect. Because if I don’t expect anything actually getting something is even better. Does anyone agree with foreign policy? I think i do. I have no idea though.
The company policy is to have fun: Drink underage, smoke illegal drugs, crash parties, kiss boys you don’t know, kiss boys you do know, kiss girls you don’t know, play video games, have dance parties in your dorm room, be confused, want to rip someone’s heart out, want to rip your own heart out… Company policy is: have fun.
I was always told honesty is the best policy.
But is it the best when your honesty can hurt someone else?
Maybe I should keep this to myself.
I could never hurt you like that…
“The policy has not changed. You may not go to the movies alone with that boy.” “But why?” “Because i dont trust him. You never know what boys will try and do. The answer is no. I wont let my little girl get hurt.”
Girl leaves the room crying. You hear a door slam upstairs. Mom walks in.
“What’s all the commotion?”
“I refuse to let my little girl get hurt.”
“Is it really that you don’t want her to get hurt, or is it that you don’t want her to finally grow up?
She’s not little anymore. You have to let go and let her live her life.”
it was her policy to keep herself at a distance from anything that could hurt her
this policy may have kept her away from many things she hoped to discover
but it also kept her away from many things that she did not wish to discover
honesty is the best policy.i dont know anything else about this word. with an e on the end instead of a y it would say police. that is about all i have to say about the word policy. i do not like this word.
The teacher’s policy was to never allow test retakes. Micheal begged, though, knowing that he could prove he knew the information. “I swear I wasn’t cheating,” Mrs. Johnson. Tears were streaming down his face, and the young man was shaking. “Please give me another chance.”
Policies are a part of law. I guess. There is a policy to follow in shops, school, organizations… I guess that’s what we live by; structured policies & rules. All else would end up in chaos, wouldn’t it?
Policy is no replacement for careful consideration of individual instances. But sometimes it’s all you’ve got. Policy speaks for people when people don’t know what to say or why.
I have a few policies about my body. 1.) is that I will not sleep with them in the first month. Ever. Sorry. I know people have been upset over this, but it’s best for them and myself if we just don’t get involved that fast.
policy. fallacy. incredible-alicy. poli-si.
Reminds me of politics. Which i hate. and rules. which are both good and bad. i wish there were different and better policies in the world. i wish people respected each other instead of having to follow policies. policies are needed for those who can’t behave. as in us. rahhh. not fun.
oh shit, my friend is writing on this same word right now. she didn’t want to write about policy and so I told her to write about not wanting to write about policy and that policy fucking sucks. Policy does suck, but like any other thing, it is necessary sometimes to order the imminent chaos in life.
Diana was shaking her head no we are not signing this agreement to let the policy
that allows sexual harassment to be allowed at Sher Am Company, my Grandmother
would turn in her grave if I let this happen.
“That’s good policy,” the old man rambled as he turned his back on the young man. “Yes, I’ve always said it’s good policy to pay respect to your elders.” He knelt and folded his hands across the back of his head and waited. “Good policy,” he murmured once more, waiting.
The young soldier’s fingers trembled at the trigger. This old man was the kindest prisoner he had ever met in that stranger, dark place; but the elderly prisoners were to be shot; it was policy.
Policy. Politics, Policing, Political, Pole. Icy. Ice. I wonder if policy always has the coldness and hardness of ice. It is not meant to bend or give, but to stand straight in the face of all.
I really don’t like the policies at my sender school. They’re all made for people who do bad things, and I don’t. I hate being treated like I am a bad person, or someone who is incredibly disrespectful; it’s not fair.
aaaaa
policy makers are words i often hear in my workaday life.
but how the policy they make can be useful is quite nebulous.
Seneca had a no-touching policy.
That meant no hugs, no reaching for, no holding hands (except for at the skating rink because nothing was reality there)
But when Seneca met sage-girl…
When Seneca met sage-girl…
Her policies were disregarded and the government inside her head was overthrown.
Reginald stood stiffly, his arms rigid and his white buttons marching in a straight line right down to the paper he held in his hand. He lifted one corner of his mouth as he spoke, “they’ve changed the _policy_.” Had he been a less stoic man, they would have said he sneered.
their policies are like rules, always containing us. shoved in between boundaries, where we are forced to think and be clever. but one cannot be taught how to learn these things. they have to come with freedom and exploration.
one day, maybe they will learn. maybe they will learn and lift these policies.
“It is what it is. There is nothing we can do about it, m’am. Just please refer to your policy pamphlet that you received when you moved in, and we won’t have any trouble.”
“You’re a fucking moron. Do you know what it feels like to be human?”
“M’am. M’am?
The policy of life.
Is it just to live and die an unhappy death? or work, work, work, all day long. Some know that the policy of life is to live happy and not to waste time.
Is it policy to vote? I don’t know, because I never have. So does that make me a bad person? Maybe. But I will tell you one thing, I look at all the things that go on politically, and it all makes me sick.
It is not his policy, my policy, or her policy.
It is always THEIR policy.
Them, not us.
When will the universe cease
this battle?
policy. what does that even mean? rules. what are rules if not for us to break. people break rules every day. they have affairs, they steal money, the find ways around the rules, or “policies.” in a way i like rules. rules give me direction. is direction a good thing? maybe i should make my own rules, my own direction. the policy for my own life.
American Heritage. I don’t even know why policy reminds me of that class. All I know is I don’t understand either. \m/(-\/)\m/ rock on. the end. policy policy policy policy policy
I am not following the rules of being the perfect girlfriend. I am flirting too much, avoiding him and all his incessant questions and need, and almost leaving him for one of his best friends. The thing is, I don’t feel exactly bad. These stupid policies, I don’t follow.
you want to come into my life, take over my world, and leave me broken-hearted? you want me to spend sleepless nights thinking about could-have-beens and would have beens? well, i have a policy about this kind of thing. no one pushes me around, changes my opinions and turns my worldview on its head. no one takes away my passion, my zest for life. i have a policy-i will not be hurt…
but, maybe, does that mean that i won’t be loved?
The policy for the clones was once you were fully developed you had to suite up and report to battle training. Markus didn’t like that. Something had gone wrong when he had been programed. Something in his chip had been tampered with. Markus had a mind of his own.