sticks and stones may break my bones but words will really hurt me. That’s because how we are treated by others is the most important thing in =our lives, especially when we are young.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. That’s not really true is it? Because sometimes words hurt more than anything else. Words are powerful and I think we’d all do a lot better if we watched what we say.
and stones may break my bones but words will truly cruch me…whips and chains excite me, lets play fetch, take a walk, pick them up and play a game…and away we go!
Red.
Don’t let them mistake you.
3ft sticks with a steel ball on the tip.
leather berated knot holding it in place.
I don’t know whats worse.
Vigilante justice or
corrupt lawful justice.
This is just poetic justice.
The only honest Black and White you will see.
Let freedom ring.
Sticks on the ground, its pretty messy. Shes always tell us to pick them up. Do this, do that. Sticks, sticks, sticks. Hurry! We’re having a party today! People won’t want sticks around. Hurry up, the dog might choke on that stick. There was big storm the other day, knocked the sticks all over. Hurry up, she is impatient. The more sticks you get, the more she’ll love you.
Sticks work as in they work to lit my fire, they work as in they help keep you there, they work as in to poke you in the stomach, or to drop them and pick them right back up again. Whatever sticks your talking about, they have their purpose and reasoning. Give me a stick of tobacco and I’ll smoke it. Doesn’t make a bit of sense of what I’m writing, but here it is.
I was at school the other day and my friend, Lenny, picked up a stick. Our maths teacher sauntered over and said to me, “see now, what we have here is … well, she’s picked up a stick. And this actually encourages the younger children to have stick fights. So can you please go around to the back of the school and throw that stick over the fence?”
Sticks are parts of branches which are upon trees. They are used a lot to play Star Wars with and to toast marshmallows on a warm glowing fire. Sticks are dirty. Oh trees.
Sticks are very curcy straight and kind of weird brown things. Once I saw this guy trying to have a conversation with a stick and I easedropped, he was in a pretty heated debate about pro life vs pro choice which led me to wonder why the stick would care, it does’nt have to worry about unexpected pregnancy.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Biggest lie ever. Words are more hurtful than any stick or stone. Words hurt emotionally which sometimes creates a physical hurt. Biggest lie ever.
I like to play with sticks. There are so many different things I could talk about with them. When we were young, my brother and I used to take the green apples from the tree behind our house and stick them on the end of a long twig and see how far we could fling them.
The branches occasionally fell from the edifice-like trees, having no reason to fall besides the fact that they have been stripped of life. A wandering bird picks up the branch to create a home for it’s young kin. Death is the creation of life, in a sense.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me…Sticks can and will hurt, they fall from tree and lie on the ground waiting to attack but if you believe this is the only thing that can hurt you you can be invincible to words of hatred.
It sticks to my skin like, a sweet, dangerous reminder of the things we do. Things that we shouldn’t do. Things forbidden and wrong. Things that feel positively delicious I could indulge in them every single day for the rest of my life.
It sticks to me like the delusional thought that he will leave his wife for me. That he will choose to finally be with me and only me. Because he loves me not her.
It sticks to me as I hold the gun tightly with both hands, aimed right at my jaw. It sticks to me as I slowly apply pressure to the trigger. As I feel the last breaths escape from the confides of my body.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” This phrase is a joke, for most of the time those sticks and stones leave wounds that heal over time, but words do damage that can last longer than even the worst visible scar. Words can inflict a pain worse than any stick or stone, but words can also heal, if someone so chooses. Choose your words wisely.
Brown
All over the ground
off of trees
they fall upon the foliage
Greenery
Above me lay
closer than the blue auburn sky
I love the fall
Sticks limbs
all that stuff. (:
When I think of sticks I’m reminded of popsicle sticks. It reminds me of the neighborhood where I was raised, how our curfew was nothing more than the street lamps turning on a dusk. We’d drink from the hose and come running whenever our mothers called us in for supper.
I was a muddy day, we walked home from school with the rain pouring down. Kids in the distance threw sticks around as if they were something from Harry Potter. Even though I was only nine and they twelve, I felt ages older than them.
i was walking along a straigh road in the middle of winter. it was raining. ahead of me i saw an object lying in the middle of my path. it was a pile of sticks. not a log. not an animal. a neatly stacked pile of sticks. tall enough to block my path, but short enough for me to see the path that lay before me. i stood and pondered. nothing came to me. i found it rather courious why this pile of sticks would be placed here with no one around to explain it. or at the very least a sign to explain this major inconveince on my winter strool through this everwood forest. then i saw something stirr…
She looked at how she attached herself to him. How they interpreted their steps. One step forward. Two steps forward. But no matter where they went, it seemed, they stuck together. And that was how she realized. That she needed freedom. That she wanted to step forward. Alone.
i would like a dog that fetched sticks. sticks and stones make break your bones but words will sink deep into your soul and seep through you like poison. sticks are what you pick up in october. they hurt. a lot.
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Erroneous.
Words hurt more than sticks or stones. They pierce deeper and burn hotter than any physical object.
Sticks are fabulous for building fairy houses. When fairy houses are built, they often need at least ten sticks to be proper. first, you lay a foundation of sticks and mud. then you pile sticks on top of each other until the sticks are about as high as a fairy is tall.
Another use for sticks are roasting marshmallows. Marshmallows cannot possibly be roast without sticks because otherwise there would be way too many burned fingers.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. i wont let you hurt me anymore. i wont let you make me feel like i am not worth anything. i am good enough. i can do this. no matter what you say. its my dream and i will make it happen. i will.
She gathered the sticks lovingly… one by one… until she had the right amount. Then, she strew them about her lover, adjusting each one to fit properly. As the sun set, casting the world in a shadowy glow, she lit the pyre and said her last goodbye.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” i’ve heard that saying so many numerous times, that i’m done trying to count the inmeasurable teachers, moms, and uncles that have said that to me. I know i should believe it, but i just can’t wrap my finger around it. Yeah, sticks and stones do hurt, there’s no doubt about it, but words can somewhat hurt even more. It hurts the most.
There are two type of people in toe world, teflon people and then those like me who find that everything sticks. Both types take on the world, but the teflon people do it for the glory and reward, challenges and work and responsibility slide off them.
Trees, lines, shapes,…. which all have sticks. Nature. Stick people have sticks in them. Tables are made of sticks because sticks are made of wood. Sticks are really random. They are useful. Especially in drawings and stuff. I like sticks. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
sharp pointy things that you throw when you are a child.
you use them to start fires cause they are made of wood.
they are only made of wood.
brown. mossy. splinters.
my uncle and my mom.
hypothermia. at least, I know, beside me, my daughter, bathed in warm blood, inside; and I take comfort in the excess (that flows to her cheeks and then recedes, to let me know, for a minute, that she is, she will always have been, alive, in this moment, now, here, where I want only to keep my own blood warm, as maybe a parting gift to her)
somewhere in the mountains.
The one little piggy moved in with his wife in his house of sticks. They had their troubles. He was sensitive, she liked to argue. It was a tough marriage but one worth fighting for nonetheless. He felt like he got the short end of the stick.
Sticks and stones may break my bones….but chains and whips excite me?!?!?!?!? What the heck is that about??? Why take the simple “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” thing and turn it into something now and forever sexual? That’s just wrong Rhianna, just totally and completely wrong! I mean, now I can’t think of that saying without thinking about “S&M” which really sucks! D:
sticks and stones do break bones
but bitches will not hurt me
i’ve been battered and beaten
but i did to me, souly
i’m the one who hurts myself
because of lack
of spiritual wealth
so working on myself inside
i can regain a tiny bit of pride
and begin to be a better person
because loving me is totally worth it
©LL
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will really hurt me. That’s because how we are treated by others is the most important thing in =our lives, especially when we are young.
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. That’s not really true is it? Because sometimes words hurt more than anything else. Words are powerful and I think we’d all do a lot better if we watched what we say.
and stones may break my bones but words will truly cruch me…whips and chains excite me, lets play fetch, take a walk, pick them up and play a game…and away we go!
Red.
Don’t let them mistake you.
3ft sticks with a steel ball on the tip.
leather berated knot holding it in place.
I don’t know whats worse.
Vigilante justice or
corrupt lawful justice.
This is just poetic justice.
The only honest Black and White you will see.
Let freedom ring.
Sticks on the ground, its pretty messy. Shes always tell us to pick them up. Do this, do that. Sticks, sticks, sticks. Hurry! We’re having a party today! People won’t want sticks around. Hurry up, the dog might choke on that stick. There was big storm the other day, knocked the sticks all over. Hurry up, she is impatient. The more sticks you get, the more she’ll love you.
Sticks work as in they work to lit my fire, they work as in they help keep you there, they work as in to poke you in the stomach, or to drop them and pick them right back up again. Whatever sticks your talking about, they have their purpose and reasoning. Give me a stick of tobacco and I’ll smoke it. Doesn’t make a bit of sense of what I’m writing, but here it is.
I was at school the other day and my friend, Lenny, picked up a stick. Our maths teacher sauntered over and said to me, “see now, what we have here is … well, she’s picked up a stick. And this actually encourages the younger children to have stick fights. So can you please go around to the back of the school and throw that stick over the fence?”
Sticks are parts of branches which are upon trees. They are used a lot to play Star Wars with and to toast marshmallows on a warm glowing fire. Sticks are dirty. Oh trees.
sticks, bricks
lay them down thick
that old wolf thinks he slick
but i know his dirty tricks
Sticks are very curcy straight and kind of weird brown things. Once I saw this guy trying to have a conversation with a stick and I easedropped, he was in a pretty heated debate about pro life vs pro choice which led me to wonder why the stick would care, it does’nt have to worry about unexpected pregnancy.
sticks. they can build and break. they can keep you safe or stab you in the heart. sticks are sturdy but flexible. sticks are humans. we are the same.
sticks and stones may break my bones but you really really suck a lot.
i like to burn sticks.
pyromaniac.
i wish you burned a thousand times over.
you are a dick with a stick for a dick.
fuck. you.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Biggest lie ever. Words are more hurtful than any stick or stone. Words hurt emotionally which sometimes creates a physical hurt. Biggest lie ever.
I like to play with sticks. There are so many different things I could talk about with them. When we were young, my brother and I used to take the green apples from the tree behind our house and stick them on the end of a long twig and see how far we could fling them.
The branches occasionally fell from the edifice-like trees, having no reason to fall besides the fact that they have been stripped of life. A wandering bird picks up the branch to create a home for it’s young kin. Death is the creation of life, in a sense.
Right to the bone, Ships are made of stone. I got a who-ball whack, and I ain’t (oh) got a lack! Word that won’t hurt right out to Oneword!
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me…Sticks can and will hurt, they fall from tree and lie on the ground waiting to attack but if you believe this is the only thing that can hurt you you can be invincible to words of hatred.
It sticks to my skin like, a sweet, dangerous reminder of the things we do. Things that we shouldn’t do. Things forbidden and wrong. Things that feel positively delicious I could indulge in them every single day for the rest of my life.
It sticks to me like the delusional thought that he will leave his wife for me. That he will choose to finally be with me and only me. Because he loves me not her.
It sticks to me as I hold the gun tightly with both hands, aimed right at my jaw. It sticks to me as I slowly apply pressure to the trigger. As I feel the last breaths escape from the confides of my body.
I feel it as all becomes dark.
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” This phrase is a joke, for most of the time those sticks and stones leave wounds that heal over time, but words do damage that can last longer than even the worst visible scar. Words can inflict a pain worse than any stick or stone, but words can also heal, if someone so chooses. Choose your words wisely.
Brown
All over the ground
off of trees
they fall upon the foliage
Greenery
Above me lay
closer than the blue auburn sky
I love the fall
Sticks limbs
all that stuff. (:
When I think of sticks I’m reminded of popsicle sticks. It reminds me of the neighborhood where I was raised, how our curfew was nothing more than the street lamps turning on a dusk. We’d drink from the hose and come running whenever our mothers called us in for supper.
I was a muddy day, we walked home from school with the rain pouring down. Kids in the distance threw sticks around as if they were something from Harry Potter. Even though I was only nine and they twelve, I felt ages older than them.
i was walking along a straigh road in the middle of winter. it was raining. ahead of me i saw an object lying in the middle of my path. it was a pile of sticks. not a log. not an animal. a neatly stacked pile of sticks. tall enough to block my path, but short enough for me to see the path that lay before me. i stood and pondered. nothing came to me. i found it rather courious why this pile of sticks would be placed here with no one around to explain it. or at the very least a sign to explain this major inconveince on my winter strool through this everwood forest. then i saw something stirr…
She looked at how she attached herself to him. How they interpreted their steps. One step forward. Two steps forward. But no matter where they went, it seemed, they stuck together. And that was how she realized. That she needed freedom. That she wanted to step forward. Alone.
i would like a dog that fetched sticks. sticks and stones make break your bones but words will sink deep into your soul and seep through you like poison. sticks are what you pick up in october. they hurt. a lot.
if you lost ja
I will snow ur
&waynt he bat
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never hurt me.
Erroneous.
Words hurt more than sticks or stones. They pierce deeper and burn hotter than any physical object.
Sticks are fabulous for building fairy houses. When fairy houses are built, they often need at least ten sticks to be proper. first, you lay a foundation of sticks and mud. then you pile sticks on top of each other until the sticks are about as high as a fairy is tall.
Another use for sticks are roasting marshmallows. Marshmallows cannot possibly be roast without sticks because otherwise there would be way too many burned fingers.
sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. i wont let you hurt me anymore. i wont let you make me feel like i am not worth anything. i am good enough. i can do this. no matter what you say. its my dream and i will make it happen. i will.
She gathered the sticks lovingly… one by one… until she had the right amount. Then, she strew them about her lover, adjusting each one to fit properly. As the sun set, casting the world in a shadowy glow, she lit the pyre and said her last goodbye.
dasfadsfasdfstones
tree
trees
forestes
forests
grass
branches
leaves
fall
pick up
break bones
roboto
mr roboto
stix
wood
wire
fire
“Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” i’ve heard that saying so many numerous times, that i’m done trying to count the inmeasurable teachers, moms, and uncles that have said that to me. I know i should believe it, but i just can’t wrap my finger around it. Yeah, sticks and stones do hurt, there’s no doubt about it, but words can somewhat hurt even more. It hurts the most.
There are two type of people in toe world, teflon people and then those like me who find that everything sticks. Both types take on the world, but the teflon people do it for the glory and reward, challenges and work and responsibility slide off them.
Trees, lines, shapes,…. which all have sticks. Nature. Stick people have sticks in them. Tables are made of sticks because sticks are made of wood. Sticks are really random. They are useful. Especially in drawings and stuff. I like sticks. Sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.
sharp pointy things that you throw when you are a child.
you use them to start fires cause they are made of wood.
they are only made of wood.
brown. mossy. splinters.
my uncle and my mom.
hypothermia. at least, I know, beside me, my daughter, bathed in warm blood, inside; and I take comfort in the excess (that flows to her cheeks and then recedes, to let me know, for a minute, that she is, she will always have been, alive, in this moment, now, here, where I want only to keep my own blood warm, as maybe a parting gift to her)
somewhere in the mountains.
Are made for people who can’t afford pipes.
The one little piggy moved in with his wife in his house of sticks. They had their troubles. He was sensitive, she liked to argue. It was a tough marriage but one worth fighting for nonetheless. He felt like he got the short end of the stick.
Sticks and stones may break my bones….but chains and whips excite me?!?!?!?!? What the heck is that about??? Why take the simple “sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me” thing and turn it into something now and forever sexual? That’s just wrong Rhianna, just totally and completely wrong! I mean, now I can’t think of that saying without thinking about “S&M” which really sucks! D: