anger
revolution, students protesting, anger against a certain type of authority, violence based ends in despair, unsatisfied opinions, contradiction of beliefs and people ideals.
“NOW is the time!” He shouted, jumping onto the counters. “She has kept us locked away for so long! Told us we were diseased, weak, creatures not deserving enough to see the light of day! But we will prove her wrong!” He raised his mug of ale into the air, sloshing some over the side. “We will defeat her, and bring JUSTICE to the Gifted, We will have our freedom!”
Let’s start a revolt. Do something to change something. It can be anything. Anything you want at all. Want to save the planet? Then revolt against everything and everyone that’s destroying it. If we start something we might be able to change the world for the positive. Revolt doesn’t need to have a negative connotation, it can have a positive outcome.
i refuse
to be
under
your thumb
i refuse
to be
oppressed
by your ignorance
i refuse
to be
stuck
in this situation
i refuse
to be
trapped
in your mind games
i refuse
to be
cornered
into this disaster
i refuse
to be
carrying
the burden of your mistakes
i refuse
to be
restrained
by your limitations
i refuse
to be
repeating
your failures
i refuse
to be
held
back at your level
i refuse
to be
made
into you
It was happening all at once, like a wave that you could not still, did not want to stop. It was everywhere, people moving in a big mass indistinguishable from one another, at once screaming and yelling, at once silent for the noise was so loud that it almost cancelled itself. The energy pushed me forward and I could not help but being part of the mob. It was the start of the revolt.
Revolt. It is a product of the quest for truth, the climax of compressed thoughts exploding into physical action. It is the beginning of a change; an optimistic act in hope for a new dawn. Revolt, with enough energy and dedication evolves into revolution, the apex point of all human desire for change, for justice and for truth.
its revolting, i am, you are
its revolting, they are, we are
its revolting
its revolting
revolting
revolting
revolting
and i dont know how to fix it
and you dont know anythings even wrong
and they think its great
its revolting, life is, death is
revolting
jUST BEFORE SUNSET, A BAND OF THEIVES RUSHED UP TO THE EMPERIAL PALACE. THEY ARE ON A REVOLT AGAINST THEIR EMPEROR, WHO SECRETLY FINANCED THEIR CONQUESTS.
Hand in hand we fight for justice. We fight for everything we have been denied and for everything we have lost. We are all here for different reasons but all with the same goal. We want our freedoms, we want our happiness, and we want our rights. So we join hands in revolt, and we protest the worlds injustices.
She stood firm, her arms linked with her mother and younger sister. There were others too, standing arm in arm in solidarity. Together they would send a clear message. They were not to be passed by. They were to be recognized. The government would not be allowed to push them any further away. It was time to revolt.
ewww. gross.
yes, ’tis quite revolting i suppose.
revolting? suppose? it’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever seen.
no no. i’ve seen much worse.
not anything is worse than that.
fire explosions and I knew so long ago that I would, I knew in the church pews and heady streets with my blood between my teeth, my heart beating in my wrists, I knew all along. And so did you. You saw the revolution in my eyes, the coming storm, didn’t you?
It was only a few years ago that I swore I would break out of here. Now, I can see the effects of the harsh frost staring up at me from outside. I think I’ll stay indoors.
i just want to fight and to scream because i want there to be reconciliation but i’m so angry at the same time i don’t know if i will ever be able to be happy again. alone against the network of people I thought were my friends. scared to go home. revoltrevoltrevolt.
The troops were amassed. Teddy bears, Barbie dolls, Cabbage Patch kids; even her little brother’s toy trucks and action figures- all of them had gathered for the war. The closet opened. A dark shadow crept forward. It was time to face the creature once and for all.
It was about time, really. We had waited entirely too long, and he finally started to see things my way, the realistic way, they only way. I couldn’t help but feel as if it was a joyous occasion; it was the beginning of the end.
youth in revolt was a great movie it wass sooo funny michael cera was the star of it zach galifenacis was also in it and he is very funny he was hilarious in the hang over i never get hang overs cuz im irish and im cool like that
My insides revolted at the simple thought of saying goodbye to him. On an impulse, my fingers clamped around his arm and stopped him from leaving me alone. He glanced at my mouth quickly and I knew there would be no going back. Once our lips were locked together, I finally found my place in the world.
He raised the sword and let out a shout of tyranny. The rebels who dare to defy him do not know what is in their future. They will regret this very much. He will emerge victorious as always.
I stood on the pile of twisted cars and watched the revolt roll through the crowd. The yelling like one great voice from many throats. I felt it rise in me too but I held on to the lasts of myself. Then the shaking began, slowly at first but gathering strength until the sound of it was louder than the roaring of the crowd and no one could keep their feet.
I’ve been in revolt for many years now, since the Iraq war. I was revolted, and I revolt. It’s hurts, it’s disgusting, but it’s what I have to do. Revolt, Revolution, Evolution, RElax, take care of yourself, and slowly the world revolves and the sun shines in a different place
I went to this 5 star restaurant one time. There had been many reviews about it in magazines, newspaper, and it was on T.V so I though it would be great.
My food was completely revolting. I was disgusted. Sure, the atmosphere was amazing and the building was beautiful, but the food? Gross.
Sickening people
I hate them so
Revolting humans
No reason for them to be here
Sadly, I can’t make them go…
Hate
There’s so many things I hate
So little things I don’t
I hate people the most…
What the hell is wrong with the world
It’s driving me insane
It’s stupid and mindless
Shitty, egotistic, revolting world…
I want to revolt against my self and my life. I’m sick of everything in it. I never understood people who wanted to revolt against the world. I think it starts with yourself. Is that narcissistic of me? Revolt…revulsion….disgust. With myself. Revolting. Gross. Me. Over-dramatic?
revolt. a disgusting word, one filled with repulsive hat. i revolt the word revolt, the awful smell of it, the horrid image of it, and the sad feeling of it. i revolt how this word makes me fell.
Please let go of my arm. I cannot stand the way you touch me. Its been too many years since last I was held in a way that I want. Its time for you to let go. I’m taking back this thing that used to be mine, this arm that used to be so pretty. Beautiful in mine eye still I will not let you hurt it anymore. Revolt. This social stigma isn’t for me, and I’m making you let go. Set me free.
Revolting smells like rotten eggs are just not that nice. Or sounds like nails on a chalk board. they just hurt my ears like none other. Revolt is an ugly word so everything associated with it is also ugly.
it wasn’t my choice. well, i guess it was… I mean, wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were in my place? someone had to do something… I couldn’t stand it any longer. no one could. We had to revolt. I had to start it.
Revolt. I am going to revolt against school. By doing this simple excersize on the internet I am revolting in the process. Look at me, I am so bad, not even caring about the reprocrussions of procrastinating. I am awesome. Now the time though seems to be pretty slow, not even a minute passing by now, without me even noticing.
Unhappy common people, out of spirits and despondent because their political leaders and monarchs aren’t taking care of them the way they should. political unrest, riots, a general state of disillusion and chaos. reform J
I want to revolt against myself. Against my principles. What are principles anyways? just something to hold us back from being happy? or do they keep us happy? are they are rock, or the things that limit us? who is to say? How can you be sure?
anger
revolution, students protesting, anger against a certain type of authority, violence based ends in despair, unsatisfied opinions, contradiction of beliefs and people ideals.
“NOW is the time!” He shouted, jumping onto the counters. “She has kept us locked away for so long! Told us we were diseased, weak, creatures not deserving enough to see the light of day! But we will prove her wrong!” He raised his mug of ale into the air, sloshing some over the side. “We will defeat her, and bring JUSTICE to the Gifted, We will have our freedom!”
Let’s start a revolt. Do something to change something. It can be anything. Anything you want at all. Want to save the planet? Then revolt against everything and everyone that’s destroying it. If we start something we might be able to change the world for the positive. Revolt doesn’t need to have a negative connotation, it can have a positive outcome.
As I write, the urge to revolt is pressing its heated self against my insides.
I can not take him for much longer.
Revolt
What a rebel
What you are
Not the devil
Revolt
Take control
Be a bigger something
On patrol
Revolt
Re-see
Arms flailing
Be more like me
Revolt
Know more
Who cares
So go forward
Revolt
I love Orangina! Crisp, clear and a touch of citrus…mmmm!
mom said thath don’t revolt your dog at home.
i refuse
to be
under
your thumb
i refuse
to be
oppressed
by your ignorance
i refuse
to be
stuck
in this situation
i refuse
to be
trapped
in your mind games
i refuse
to be
cornered
into this disaster
i refuse
to be
carrying
the burden of your mistakes
i refuse
to be
restrained
by your limitations
i refuse
to be
repeating
your failures
i refuse
to be
held
back at your level
i refuse
to be
made
into you
It was happening all at once, like a wave that you could not still, did not want to stop. It was everywhere, people moving in a big mass indistinguishable from one another, at once screaming and yelling, at once silent for the noise was so loud that it almost cancelled itself. The energy pushed me forward and I could not help but being part of the mob. It was the start of the revolt.
REVOLT. REBEL. Do it. Now. GO GO GO.
Revolt. It is a product of the quest for truth, the climax of compressed thoughts exploding into physical action. It is the beginning of a change; an optimistic act in hope for a new dawn. Revolt, with enough energy and dedication evolves into revolution, the apex point of all human desire for change, for justice and for truth.
its revolting, i am, you are
its revolting, they are, we are
its revolting
its revolting
revolting
revolting
revolting
and i dont know how to fix it
and you dont know anythings even wrong
and they think its great
its revolting, life is, death is
revolting
jUST BEFORE SUNSET, A BAND OF THEIVES RUSHED UP TO THE EMPERIAL PALACE. THEY ARE ON A REVOLT AGAINST THEIR EMPEROR, WHO SECRETLY FINANCED THEIR CONQUESTS.
Only a dead fish swims with the stream.
Hand in hand we fight for justice. We fight for everything we have been denied and for everything we have lost. We are all here for different reasons but all with the same goal. We want our freedoms, we want our happiness, and we want our rights. So we join hands in revolt, and we protest the worlds injustices.
She stood firm, her arms linked with her mother and younger sister. There were others too, standing arm in arm in solidarity. Together they would send a clear message. They were not to be passed by. They were to be recognized. The government would not be allowed to push them any further away. It was time to revolt.
ewww. gross.
yes, ’tis quite revolting i suppose.
revolting? suppose? it’s the most disgusting thing i’ve ever seen.
no no. i’ve seen much worse.
not anything is worse than that.
fire explosions and I knew so long ago that I would, I knew in the church pews and heady streets with my blood between my teeth, my heart beating in my wrists, I knew all along. And so did you. You saw the revolution in my eyes, the coming storm, didn’t you?
It was only a few years ago that I swore I would break out of here. Now, I can see the effects of the harsh frost staring up at me from outside. I think I’ll stay indoors.
i just want to fight and to scream because i want there to be reconciliation but i’m so angry at the same time i don’t know if i will ever be able to be happy again. alone against the network of people I thought were my friends. scared to go home. revoltrevoltrevolt.
The troops were amassed. Teddy bears, Barbie dolls, Cabbage Patch kids; even her little brother’s toy trucks and action figures- all of them had gathered for the war. The closet opened. A dark shadow crept forward. It was time to face the creature once and for all.
It was about time, really. We had waited entirely too long, and he finally started to see things my way, the realistic way, they only way. I couldn’t help but feel as if it was a joyous occasion; it was the beginning of the end.
people do this when they are unhappy with their governments
youth in revolt was a great movie it wass sooo funny michael cera was the star of it zach galifenacis was also in it and he is very funny he was hilarious in the hang over i never get hang overs cuz im irish and im cool like that
My insides revolted at the simple thought of saying goodbye to him. On an impulse, my fingers clamped around his arm and stopped him from leaving me alone. He glanced at my mouth quickly and I knew there would be no going back. Once our lips were locked together, I finally found my place in the world.
strike against what is wrong and go forth with new thoughts and ideas be EMPOWERED! rise UP against the old and begin a new TODAY!
He raised the sword and let out a shout of tyranny. The rebels who dare to defy him do not know what is in their future. They will regret this very much. He will emerge victorious as always.
I stood on the pile of twisted cars and watched the revolt roll through the crowd. The yelling like one great voice from many throats. I felt it rise in me too but I held on to the lasts of myself. Then the shaking began, slowly at first but gathering strength until the sound of it was louder than the roaring of the crowd and no one could keep their feet.
I’ve been in revolt for many years now, since the Iraq war. I was revolted, and I revolt. It’s hurts, it’s disgusting, but it’s what I have to do. Revolt, Revolution, Evolution, RElax, take care of yourself, and slowly the world revolves and the sun shines in a different place
I went to this 5 star restaurant one time. There had been many reviews about it in magazines, newspaper, and it was on T.V so I though it would be great.
My food was completely revolting. I was disgusted. Sure, the atmosphere was amazing and the building was beautiful, but the food? Gross.
Sickening people
I hate them so
Revolting humans
No reason for them to be here
Sadly, I can’t make them go…
Hate
There’s so many things I hate
So little things I don’t
I hate people the most…
What the hell is wrong with the world
It’s driving me insane
It’s stupid and mindless
Shitty, egotistic, revolting world…
I want to revolt against my self and my life. I’m sick of everything in it. I never understood people who wanted to revolt against the world. I think it starts with yourself. Is that narcissistic of me? Revolt…revulsion….disgust. With myself. Revolting. Gross. Me. Over-dramatic?
revolt. a disgusting word, one filled with repulsive hat. i revolt the word revolt, the awful smell of it, the horrid image of it, and the sad feeling of it. i revolt how this word makes me fell.
Please let go of my arm. I cannot stand the way you touch me. Its been too many years since last I was held in a way that I want. Its time for you to let go. I’m taking back this thing that used to be mine, this arm that used to be so pretty. Beautiful in mine eye still I will not let you hurt it anymore. Revolt. This social stigma isn’t for me, and I’m making you let go. Set me free.
Revolting smells like rotten eggs are just not that nice. Or sounds like nails on a chalk board. they just hurt my ears like none other. Revolt is an ugly word so everything associated with it is also ugly.
The revolution began. Those who were for changing minds remained in power. Those who rebelled wanted to go back to the way things were.
“Backwards,” those in power shouted. “Where do you hope to go with your rebellion?”
“We hope to go forth to where we’ve always been.”
“Progress?”
“With liberty and justice for all.”
it wasn’t my choice. well, i guess it was… I mean, wouldn’t you have done the same thing if you were in my place? someone had to do something… I couldn’t stand it any longer. no one could. We had to revolt. I had to start it.
Revolt. I am going to revolt against school. By doing this simple excersize on the internet I am revolting in the process. Look at me, I am so bad, not even caring about the reprocrussions of procrastinating. I am awesome. Now the time though seems to be pretty slow, not even a minute passing by now, without me even noticing.
Unhappy common people, out of spirits and despondent because their political leaders and monarchs aren’t taking care of them the way they should. political unrest, riots, a general state of disillusion and chaos. reform J
I want to revolt against myself. Against my principles. What are principles anyways? just something to hold us back from being happy? or do they keep us happy? are they are rock, or the things that limit us? who is to say? How can you be sure?