Tigers roar and children roar and engines roar, but none have ever scared me so much as you, driving down the highway, roaring at me to keep the baby quiet.
I was roaring loudly in my sleep. What was I dreaming about? I remember fighting something off and struggling, struggling but I could not get this thing off me. What was it!!
Hear my deep, full, prolonged roar as I look up to the heavens. It is a sunny day, yet all I see are rain clouds, the water hitting my face and dripping from the ends of my hair.
Roar goes the lion. Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar. Loud is the lion. Loud is his roar. But his roar is louder than his bite. Because the lion is not as tough as he makes himself out to be.
My heart roars for love and my brain roars for wisdom. My body aches for roaring as my stomach roars for pudding. I dont know what to do while roaring except keep roaring until my heart starts clogging.
I heard the sound from across the forest. It was scary. It was death. My death. I knew it was coming, I could feel it in my bones. They clattered, they shivered, I felt as if my heart itself was about implode, and send my mind into an epileptic frenzy. I was ready to die…
I am a lion. I love to roar and so everyone is scared of me.
my roar is the loudest in the jungle.
I am envied by one and all as I am undoubtedly the king of the jungle. :)
deep down inside there is a roar that wants to be let out
a roar for every emotion imaginable just as load as the unimaginable
for every time i wanted to break down from all of this weight
for every time i thanked the Lord for what he’s given to me
for each moment that i couldn’t decide if i wanted to laugh to keep from crying
or cry just to feel human….to let me know that i am sane
a roar for every roar i see buried deep inside of You
lion pounding on my eardrums go go go go
rush, rhythm, pushing
and the wind fills me up like mengzi’s qi
and that’s a mixed metaphor, isn’t it,
the wind and the water,
or it’s all the same
shallowdeep
I wanna kill you because you don’t LIKE me, and it’s unfair cause I’m PERFECT and I roar over your corpse like a female lion showing her claws in the jungle, my menstrual blood mixing with your blood
I want to stop covering my mouth and let my voice echo out to the world. I want to stop covering my eyes, covering my ears. Hiding the world from myself. Trying to hide myself from the world, and failing. A vain attempt, while this roar builds inside of me, distorts me more with each passing day it goes unspoken.
The car roared to life as he turned the key and the engine turned over. “Ready?” he asked as she hopped into the seat next to him. She smiled, her eyes crinkling as they always did.
Roar! The children roar when they pretend they are lions and tigers and bears. So many animals have a good old roar, as does a rushing river, violently carrying off whatever is in its path down the hill to the calm big water.
The voice of the people roar to be heard as they are appressed in history. The people will band together and make a sound so loud that the world can not ignore. How much of the world is doing that now? The voice of a child is heard only when he speaks about what is happening to him or her and what they believe is right. The roar of one child backed by a world can make a pure voice heard. The cry of dispare is heard when it has been spread through the world so that all shall know its suffering. A roar is something that can be heard in the silence, a roar is something that can be heard over a loud crowd, a roar is something that makes a difference in its surroundings.
I saw the lion on the edge of the savanna. Well, I didn’t see it at first; I heard it. A deep rumbling that shook the very depths of the plains. I felt it with every fiber of my being, the shout of a king.
ROAR goes the beast inside me. ROAR you must write, ROAR that idea of yours is good, ROAR it would be loved, ROAR, a tale to share, a tale worth sharing. the ROAR is right. the ROAR must be written.
I want to hear your roar. When your insides turn to jelly and your knees knock together, When your head is scrambled eggs and your heart is a tangled spidersweb. Don’t give up. I will be your thunderclap. I will be your courage. Deep down you are a lion. And i want to hear you roar.
The crowd hollered as the motorcyle launched into the air, propelled only by its own speed and the angle of the wooden ramp. The man on the back of the cycle fell away from his beast and the crowd gasped. Surely this stunt would be his last. But no! There he was, falling back toward the bike, gravity forcing the two together, attracting the pair like magnets. And the man and his bike, his beast, landed thoroughly on two wheels, turning sharply and kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust before coming to a stop before millions of stunned eyes.
The sky roared with an intensity I couldn’t bear. I had never been caught in a storm like this. The rain howled terrible howls, and the thunder roared terrible roars. The sky was dark, and closed all around me as I tried to make my way home.
the roar that came out of your mouth
was beautiful in a way a delicate moan
could never be.
I try hard not to be submissive
but you have this power over me.
I can only hope you’ll decide to stay
and keep on hurting me.
there was a well known book called women who run with wolves that was basically about capturing and releasing your inner roar, a call to women everywhere to unleash, let it all out, be themselves I guess it all goes back to Helen Reddy, I am woman hear me roar. The book was really a bit Dry (Women Who Run With Wolves) but worth a gander.
if you tell me to write
I swear I wont know
its you behind these pages
who wont cease to grow
youre unstoppable and relentless
please struggle to stifle
this audible, roar
Lions roar. Angry men roar. Women rarely roar. Children playfully roar. What what is a roar? It’s not entirely oxymoronic, though it’s close. To roar is to be heard, no matter whether someone is listening. It’s not like a tree falling in the forest; a roar will be heard.
loud, audible,unstoppanble. It’s outrageous, the tempest, dawns on me. Stop it I say, it’s been enough
I can’t wait
to have an out of body experience
take me away
and stifle
this
roar.
what i think of is a lion approaching you and you dont know what to do when it does. You sit there with a face full of fear. It creeps closer and closer and you eventually get eaten. The beauty and grace of the lion is so overwhelming you can not feel bad getting killed by it.
The roar of the crowds. The roaring forties which isn’t about a decade though it could be but a longitude which cyclones happen more than anywhere else. Some say the roaring forties is all about menopause. Others about how suddenly you hit forty and you’re health goes to shit.
The roar of twenty million gallons of dark water,
40 million animals swimming inside,
all inside a conch shell,
held to a careful ear.
Can you feel it?
Feel what?
Inside me? Have you ever felt my need to roar?
Psht, you sound like you want to be a beast…
Maybe that is, I yearn not for humanity, but my most beastly needs, they are simple, they are powerful.
Tigers roar and children roar and engines roar, but none have ever scared me so much as you, driving down the highway, roaring at me to keep the baby quiet.
Dinosaurs roam the Earth, speaking to each other in unknown tongues. Whipping their tails and grooming their feet, they act in a pompous manner.
I was roaring loudly in my sleep. What was I dreaming about? I remember fighting something off and struggling, struggling but I could not get this thing off me. What was it!!
Hear my deep, full, prolonged roar as I look up to the heavens. It is a sunny day, yet all I see are rain clouds, the water hitting my face and dripping from the ends of my hair.
Roar goes the lion. Roar roar roar roar roar roar roar. Loud is the lion. Loud is his roar. But his roar is louder than his bite. Because the lion is not as tough as he makes himself out to be.
My heart roars for love and my brain roars for wisdom. My body aches for roaring as my stomach roars for pudding. I dont know what to do while roaring except keep roaring until my heart starts clogging.
I heard the sound from across the forest. It was scary. It was death. My death. I knew it was coming, I could feel it in my bones. They clattered, they shivered, I felt as if my heart itself was about implode, and send my mind into an epileptic frenzy. I was ready to die…
Maybe?
I am a lion. I love to roar and so everyone is scared of me.
my roar is the loudest in the jungle.
I am envied by one and all as I am undoubtedly the king of the jungle. :)
deep down inside there is a roar that wants to be let out
a roar for every emotion imaginable just as load as the unimaginable
for every time i wanted to break down from all of this weight
for every time i thanked the Lord for what he’s given to me
for each moment that i couldn’t decide if i wanted to laugh to keep from crying
or cry just to feel human….to let me know that i am sane
a roar for every roar i see buried deep inside of You
lion pounding on my eardrums go go go go
rush, rhythm, pushing
and the wind fills me up like mengzi’s qi
and that’s a mixed metaphor, isn’t it,
the wind and the water,
or it’s all the same
shallowdeep
I wanna kill you because you don’t LIKE me, and it’s unfair cause I’m PERFECT and I roar over your corpse like a female lion showing her claws in the jungle, my menstrual blood mixing with your blood
I want to stop covering my mouth and let my voice echo out to the world. I want to stop covering my eyes, covering my ears. Hiding the world from myself. Trying to hide myself from the world, and failing. A vain attempt, while this roar builds inside of me, distorts me more with each passing day it goes unspoken.
The car roared to life as he turned the key and the engine turned over. “Ready?” he asked as she hopped into the seat next to him. She smiled, her eyes crinkling as they always did.
Roar! The children roar when they pretend they are lions and tigers and bears. So many animals have a good old roar, as does a rushing river, violently carrying off whatever is in its path down the hill to the calm big water.
Roar. Let it out. Scream all your frustrations, insecurities — secrets… Into the wind.
lion’s eyes electric heart
whirring
pinpricks in the night
neon ribbons
cut the darkness
light shines on your face
wet with tears
The voice of the people roar to be heard as they are appressed in history. The people will band together and make a sound so loud that the world can not ignore. How much of the world is doing that now? The voice of a child is heard only when he speaks about what is happening to him or her and what they believe is right. The roar of one child backed by a world can make a pure voice heard. The cry of dispare is heard when it has been spread through the world so that all shall know its suffering. A roar is something that can be heard in the silence, a roar is something that can be heard over a loud crowd, a roar is something that makes a difference in its surroundings.
lions eyes wind whistling the electric heart dancing like neon ribbons in the darkness oh god hear my prayer
I saw the lion on the edge of the savanna. Well, I didn’t see it at first; I heard it. A deep rumbling that shook the very depths of the plains. I felt it with every fiber of my being, the shout of a king.
ROAR goes the beast inside me. ROAR you must write, ROAR that idea of yours is good, ROAR it would be loved, ROAR, a tale to share, a tale worth sharing. the ROAR is right. the ROAR must be written.
I want to hear your roar. When your insides turn to jelly and your knees knock together, When your head is scrambled eggs and your heart is a tangled spidersweb. Don’t give up. I will be your thunderclap. I will be your courage. Deep down you are a lion. And i want to hear you roar.
I can’t hear you
there is too much going on
I can’t hear me
there is too much going on
I can’t
there is too much going on
I can’t
nothing goes on anymore
I roared at you
with spittle flinging out in stems,
flowers forming from my unending hatred.
I felt bad for it, I felt sad and I wished that
one day
you would forget my lion’s mane of pointless,
feckless, aimless
roars.
The crowd hollered as the motorcyle launched into the air, propelled only by its own speed and the angle of the wooden ramp. The man on the back of the cycle fell away from his beast and the crowd gasped. Surely this stunt would be his last. But no! There he was, falling back toward the bike, gravity forcing the two together, attracting the pair like magnets. And the man and his bike, his beast, landed thoroughly on two wheels, turning sharply and kicking up a cloud of dirt and dust before coming to a stop before millions of stunned eyes.
the roar of an engine, flaming invisible sparks into the air behind us, as we take off down the endless roads.
The sky roared with an intensity I couldn’t bear. I had never been caught in a storm like this. The rain howled terrible howls, and the thunder roared terrible roars. The sky was dark, and closed all around me as I tried to make my way home.
the wind left me behind
its roar is making me blind
I’m trying, I’m trying
I can’t in this battle field
the roar that came out of your mouth
was beautiful in a way a delicate moan
could never be.
I try hard not to be submissive
but you have this power over me.
I can only hope you’ll decide to stay
and keep on hurting me.
I think dinosaurs used to roar
we dont really know if they did or didn’t
we just assume
Maybe they were angry
maybe they were lonely
I know I am
there was a well known book called women who run with wolves that was basically about capturing and releasing your inner roar, a call to women everywhere to unleash, let it all out, be themselves I guess it all goes back to Helen Reddy, I am woman hear me roar. The book was really a bit Dry (Women Who Run With Wolves) but worth a gander.
if you tell me to write
if you tell me to write
I swear I wont know
its you behind these pages
who wont cease to grow
youre unstoppable and relentless
please struggle to stifle
this audible, roar
Lions roar. Angry men roar. Women rarely roar. Children playfully roar. What what is a roar? It’s not entirely oxymoronic, though it’s close. To roar is to be heard, no matter whether someone is listening. It’s not like a tree falling in the forest; a roar will be heard.
loud, audible,unstoppanble. It’s outrageous, the tempest, dawns on me. Stop it I say, it’s been enough
I can’t wait
to have an out of body experience
take me away
and stifle
this
roar.
what i think of is a lion approaching you and you dont know what to do when it does. You sit there with a face full of fear. It creeps closer and closer and you eventually get eaten. The beauty and grace of the lion is so overwhelming you can not feel bad getting killed by it.
The roar of the crowds. The roaring forties which isn’t about a decade though it could be but a longitude which cyclones happen more than anywhere else. Some say the roaring forties is all about menopause. Others about how suddenly you hit forty and you’re health goes to shit.
The beast roars inside of me. I want you. I need you. If I’m not the one you want, then what am I to do? I am a beast. An animal.
The most essential in life are the hardest to find:
Smiles that understand and hearts that are kind.