You are punished for both the things you do and the things you don’t do. Sometimes, punishment is a good thing. It helps you learn what is acceptable and what is not. It makes you more responsible.
Punishment is my dad walking around the house in his underwear… He’s 46 years old and weighs about 300 pounds. Now no one wants to see that unless you really love him. I love him anyway.
punishment. i don’t really now what it means. i think of this time whe i was told not to do something and i ended up doing it anyways. hahahahahahah it was like 3rd grade. and it was just the idea, like what if i went against the teacher’s rules, what would happen?
is the what happens when you act incorrectly and that is the way of keeping society in check. if i werent for society no one would ever obey.we must be kept in check and our punishment is what reminds us why
She abhorred the punishments. Her rebellious, teenage streak simply did not exisit. She wasted her whole youth in fear of society and it’s punishments. What a waste.
Well i remember this one time when i was a kid, and i couldn’t get the key out of the door so i said DAMN KEY! and i got in so much trouble… my parents were like where did you learn that word? and i said “I learned it from you guys”
End over end, I watched my car plummet towards the waves crashing ferociously against the bottom stony cliffs. It burst into flames, taking the letters, my clothes and most of my favourite memories with it.
Police sirens could be heard as they rounded the corner. It was too late now. I’d just parted with all evidence, along with my car.
“It’s as they say”, I thought to myself, “No good deed goes unpunished.”
didn’t we do this already? The evil hateful words, the unexpected slap, this is getting so tired, it would be easier to be dead than to keep living with you. why do I stay, the awful is so familiar to me.
i just wrote about this.. so i think it’ll be a little easier the second time around.. i think that people need punishment in their pives.. to seperate you from the things your aloud to to and the things your not… you should not “not” do seomthign cause you fear the consequence of being punished. but it should help open your eyes to the boundries of life and i think how you are punished as a kid has a strong influence on how you think of punishment once you get older.
The punishment should fit the crime. Or so I always thought. That was until I learned the causes of crime. How many criminals are starving when they steal bread? How many were abused at the hands of their captors or predators who hurt them irrepairably? And where is the punishment for those monsters who started the crimes?
why, why, why is all I have to say. I hate staring at this wall it reflects the hole in my soul. This is the worst feeling ever, when the hell can I get out of this cage I built for myself?
I’ll serve my punishment once I get what is rightfully mine; the sweet, metallic taste of your blood dripping down your face. It is only what I’ve desired most in my entire state of being.
Punishment is crime,
You shall be punished for your actions,
in this, you will see the error of your ways,
making everyone feel better but yourself
So there.
the blunt side of the stick stung my back creating sweltering bruises that purpled and blackened with every blow. But each hit taught me one thing, never give in, never give in no matter what.
I think that I have always been punished and will be for trying to be more than what I can. I am black. I feel that punishment is waiting for me. I punish myself everyday. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t do the things I want if I don’t punish myself. I am my own punishment.
I looked into the darkness wondering why it was me getting the punishment. All I did was try to be a good loving friend. But within one day she throws it all away acting like none of it meant anything her. It crushed me, day in an day out I felt the pain and betrayal. This was not fair, I never deserved this type of treatment. No one on this planet deserved this. The loss is almost unbearable.
‘You reap what you sow.’ Those words echo in the recess of my subconscious. They vibrate the aching in my chest and shake the walls of my comprehension. Is the punishment of a heart transformed valid? Can it be nullified just as my former transgressions have become void in my life? I know what I’ve done. I know who I was. Ever so much I want to run back in time and shake the foolishness that had manifested in my bones. I was lacking what I now obtain. I was a criminal, but now I have changed. And though I have become enlightened, now I must pay…
Punishment is an interesting thing. Whether or not people deserve the punishment that is doled out to them is a very tricky thing to figure out. Do we punish small children for doing things that they’ve been only told once? And yet when grown people come into your home and do something bad, do you punish them?
If they are a friend of my friend, do I have the right to kick them out?
Shit why did I get caught. Not cool that sucks. How long? NO! Why does there have to be consequences to all my actions? Why doesn’t punishment ever mean something good? Your sick, shut up! Why!
It hurts, it hurts. What I would not give to escape the horrible, grappling claws that surround me as you are farther, farther, and to what end, never ceasing, never holding on for longer than necessary. The sound of the silence, the absence of your heart beat in my hands
It could hardly be called punishment. Clearly that is a very generous term for the anguishing torture he went through; not all of our souls were prepared for this eclipse. The habitual notifications had been void, this was a planned demolition.
I sat down on the bed. My head in my hands. How could I have been so stupid? He is bound to find out what I did. I know I’ll be in big trouble. The way Mommy looked at me when she saw. I felt so awful. I honestly didn’t mean to. And when Mommy said “Wait until your father gets home!” I got the shivers!!
Running her hands through her hair, she laughed nervously at her dads’ scoldings. “As punishment, your mom and I have decided to take away your laptop for two weeks”, her father said seriously.
Today was the worst. I felt like it was the first time I felt pain. The things they knew, I didn’t even know could be physically done to a person without them dying. I feel like I’m on the edge of existence.
Punishment is a cruel thing. It can be harsh, like the feel of a rock hitting skin, or it can be soft, the simplicity of a few admonishing words and a hand, pointing to the corner, to the chair, where you are to stay until you understand what you have done. This is where I found myself now. Sitting, thinking.
Redundant and ineffective; Unimaginative laziness. A short-lived outcome. I despise the term, it’s meaning and it’s manifestations. Punishment when handed out lacks foresight. It cannot rehabilitate it only perpetuates what it believes it tries to protect or prevent.
I sit and wait as Gram climbs up the stairs slowly. She heard me sneak in–I know I’ll be punished. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I helped my best friend do something he always wanted to do: stand up to his own mother. The world works in strange ways, doesn’t it?
Let the punishment fit the crime, and what crime are we talking about here. Copying CD’s and not purchasing them. So what is fitting . . . having tfit copied by a total stranger and then given away to more strangers?
angry about the situations, turns you into negation, you try to blame it, blame to someone, it’s hard to avoid, that awful feeling, that you should had be punishing.
punishment sucks. you always regret what you did wrong afterwards, and realize it wasn’t worth it. BUT, punishment doesn’t last forever. So have fun, and stop worrying.
punishment. capitol punishment. or is it capital? I don’t remember anything about that except that I had to be pro capitol punishment in a debate in 3rd grade. so as a fat third grader with straight across bangs, I had to stand up in front of the class and convince them that killing people was logical.
this is something that frightens someone into not doing something. this keeps law in order. you get hurt. this is usually done to you if you have done something bad. example, someone broke the law, you go to jail, or pay a fine. that is punishment. holla(: i’m super bored, and i’m on stumble upon. why am i here? oh dear god knows why. maybe it’s punishment for being bored? ha. ha. get it…………………………………?
The novel was punishment. The grueling way she didn’t give it up, not in bed, not in the shower, not while trying to make a recipe. She had to think like them to write for them. It was punishment. She had been like this since she was a little child, copying her homework over and over again, obsessively. Rewriting her essays the mornings they were due, crying and crying. Her mother sent her to therapy. The therapist told her to write creatively. Told her to calm down. Gave her pills.
Punishment. Oh boy, does this word ever catch my eye. As a kid, I didn’t get punished much. I stayed out of the way. Read books. Ate my peas. Cleaned up the dog vomit in the garage when Mr. Lucky ate the fertilizer from the garden. Yeah, punishment is good to me now. If you catch my drift. ;D
You are punished for both the things you do and the things you don’t do. Sometimes, punishment is a good thing. It helps you learn what is acceptable and what is not. It makes you more responsible.
we cant have a life without consequences. one can only idolize such a world. reality has a way to keep us all in order and that is through punishment
Punishment is my dad walking around the house in his underwear… He’s 46 years old and weighs about 300 pounds. Now no one wants to see that unless you really love him. I love him anyway.
punishment. i don’t really now what it means. i think of this time whe i was told not to do something and i ended up doing it anyways. hahahahahahah it was like 3rd grade. and it was just the idea, like what if i went against the teacher’s rules, what would happen?
is the what happens when you act incorrectly and that is the way of keeping society in check. if i werent for society no one would ever obey.we must be kept in check and our punishment is what reminds us why
the worst punishment ever is knowing that it’s coming and not being able to do anything about it. Suffer!
She abhorred the punishments. Her rebellious, teenage streak simply did not exisit. She wasted her whole youth in fear of society and it’s punishments. What a waste.
Well i remember this one time when i was a kid, and i couldn’t get the key out of the door so i said DAMN KEY! and i got in so much trouble… my parents were like where did you learn that word? and i said “I learned it from you guys”
End over end, I watched my car plummet towards the waves crashing ferociously against the bottom stony cliffs. It burst into flames, taking the letters, my clothes and most of my favourite memories with it.
Police sirens could be heard as they rounded the corner. It was too late now. I’d just parted with all evidence, along with my car.
“It’s as they say”, I thought to myself, “No good deed goes unpunished.”
didn’t we do this already? The evil hateful words, the unexpected slap, this is getting so tired, it would be easier to be dead than to keep living with you. why do I stay, the awful is so familiar to me.
i just wrote about this.. so i think it’ll be a little easier the second time around.. i think that people need punishment in their pives.. to seperate you from the things your aloud to to and the things your not… you should not “not” do seomthign cause you fear the consequence of being punished. but it should help open your eyes to the boundries of life and i think how you are punished as a kid has a strong influence on how you think of punishment once you get older.
The punishment should fit the crime. Or so I always thought. That was until I learned the causes of crime. How many criminals are starving when they steal bread? How many were abused at the hands of their captors or predators who hurt them irrepairably? And where is the punishment for those monsters who started the crimes?
why, why, why is all I have to say. I hate staring at this wall it reflects the hole in my soul. This is the worst feeling ever, when the hell can I get out of this cage I built for myself?
I’ll serve my punishment once I get what is rightfully mine; the sweet, metallic taste of your blood dripping down your face. It is only what I’ve desired most in my entire state of being.
Punishment is crime,
You shall be punished for your actions,
in this, you will see the error of your ways,
making everyone feel better but yourself
So there.
punishment did not exist in her world…even the worst of jobs…the worst of boyfriends…she always felt rewarded.
It should fit the crime they say, but what is a crime? To me it’s one thing to you another.is it a crime to not know? Shouldnwenbe punished for that?
the blunt side of the stick stung my back creating sweltering bruises that purpled and blackened with every blow. But each hit taught me one thing, never give in, never give in no matter what.
I think that I have always been punished and will be for trying to be more than what I can. I am black. I feel that punishment is waiting for me. I punish myself everyday. I don’t know why I feel this way, but I can’t do the things I want if I don’t punish myself. I am my own punishment.
I looked into the darkness wondering why it was me getting the punishment. All I did was try to be a good loving friend. But within one day she throws it all away acting like none of it meant anything her. It crushed me, day in an day out I felt the pain and betrayal. This was not fair, I never deserved this type of treatment. No one on this planet deserved this. The loss is almost unbearable.
‘You reap what you sow.’ Those words echo in the recess of my subconscious. They vibrate the aching in my chest and shake the walls of my comprehension. Is the punishment of a heart transformed valid? Can it be nullified just as my former transgressions have become void in my life? I know what I’ve done. I know who I was. Ever so much I want to run back in time and shake the foolishness that had manifested in my bones. I was lacking what I now obtain. I was a criminal, but now I have changed. And though I have become enlightened, now I must pay…
Punishment is an interesting thing. Whether or not people deserve the punishment that is doled out to them is a very tricky thing to figure out. Do we punish small children for doing things that they’ve been only told once? And yet when grown people come into your home and do something bad, do you punish them?
If they are a friend of my friend, do I have the right to kick them out?
Shit why did I get caught. Not cool that sucks. How long? NO! Why does there have to be consequences to all my actions? Why doesn’t punishment ever mean something good? Your sick, shut up! Why!
It hurts, it hurts. What I would not give to escape the horrible, grappling claws that surround me as you are farther, farther, and to what end, never ceasing, never holding on for longer than necessary. The sound of the silence, the absence of your heart beat in my hands
It could hardly be called punishment. Clearly that is a very generous term for the anguishing torture he went through; not all of our souls were prepared for this eclipse. The habitual notifications had been void, this was a planned demolition.
I sat down on the bed. My head in my hands. How could I have been so stupid? He is bound to find out what I did. I know I’ll be in big trouble. The way Mommy looked at me when she saw. I felt so awful. I honestly didn’t mean to. And when Mommy said “Wait until your father gets home!” I got the shivers!!
Running her hands through her hair, she laughed nervously at her dads’ scoldings. “As punishment, your mom and I have decided to take away your laptop for two weeks”, her father said seriously.
Today was the worst. I felt like it was the first time I felt pain. The things they knew, I didn’t even know could be physically done to a person without them dying. I feel like I’m on the edge of existence.
Punishment is a cruel thing. It can be harsh, like the feel of a rock hitting skin, or it can be soft, the simplicity of a few admonishing words and a hand, pointing to the corner, to the chair, where you are to stay until you understand what you have done. This is where I found myself now. Sitting, thinking.
Redundant and ineffective; Unimaginative laziness. A short-lived outcome. I despise the term, it’s meaning and it’s manifestations. Punishment when handed out lacks foresight. It cannot rehabilitate it only perpetuates what it believes it tries to protect or prevent.
I sit and wait as Gram climbs up the stairs slowly. She heard me sneak in–I know I’ll be punished. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I helped my best friend do something he always wanted to do: stand up to his own mother. The world works in strange ways, doesn’t it?
Let the punishment fit the crime, and what crime are we talking about here. Copying CD’s and not purchasing them. So what is fitting . . . having tfit copied by a total stranger and then given away to more strangers?
angry about the situations, turns you into negation, you try to blame it, blame to someone, it’s hard to avoid, that awful feeling, that you should had be punishing.
punishment sucks. you always regret what you did wrong afterwards, and realize it wasn’t worth it. BUT, punishment doesn’t last forever. So have fun, and stop worrying.
punishment. capitol punishment. or is it capital? I don’t remember anything about that except that I had to be pro capitol punishment in a debate in 3rd grade. so as a fat third grader with straight across bangs, I had to stand up in front of the class and convince them that killing people was logical.
this is something that frightens someone into not doing something. this keeps law in order. you get hurt. this is usually done to you if you have done something bad. example, someone broke the law, you go to jail, or pay a fine. that is punishment. holla(: i’m super bored, and i’m on stumble upon. why am i here? oh dear god knows why. maybe it’s punishment for being bored? ha. ha. get it…………………………………?
The novel was punishment. The grueling way she didn’t give it up, not in bed, not in the shower, not while trying to make a recipe. She had to think like them to write for them. It was punishment. She had been like this since she was a little child, copying her homework over and over again, obsessively. Rewriting her essays the mornings they were due, crying and crying. Her mother sent her to therapy. The therapist told her to write creatively. Told her to calm down. Gave her pills.
i must have done something wrong. dammit i swear this will be the last time. i’m better than this.
Punishment. Oh boy, does this word ever catch my eye. As a kid, I didn’t get punished much. I stayed out of the way. Read books. Ate my peas. Cleaned up the dog vomit in the garage when Mr. Lucky ate the fertilizer from the garden. Yeah, punishment is good to me now. If you catch my drift. ;D
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