I’ve always been a thief. I’ve stolen clothes. I’ve stolen jewelry. I’ve stolen answers. I’ve stolen money. I’ve stolen food. I’ve stolen drinks. I’ve stolen hearts. But mostly hearts. Four hearts to be exact. The problem is, only two of them ever truly stole mine, and they always gave them back in the end..
I sat sipping a slightly too-hot coffee, staring blankly at the table, on which lay a crumpled newspaper. The headline was of a data thief, someone had stolen data through the targeting of pinpoint lasers. The coffee was sharp and acidic. Outside, low clouds threatened to burst.
a thief is someone who things has done all he is possible to do to achieve the item he is steeling. A chief is a person who doesnt know the full capacities of themselves.
he told me i was a thief. i didn’t know what he was talking about. he told me i stole his heart. i told him id keep it safe. i thought we’d last forever. but we lasted a measly month. my first love broke my heart. he is forever a part of me even though i hate him for it.
The thief was a tall dark handsome man with a kind mannerism that proved time and time again that he could be trusted until that one day when all that womans money would magically disappear from the bank. He was such a sweet, handsome gentlemen the woman would say until of course, they would find themselves alone and poor with not a penny to their names. While he laughed it up in a new town, ready to spend till he had to restart with a new woman.
stealing is something that we all do but we don’t like to admit it. i steal, myself – primarily from corporate giants like walmart and mcdonalds, because they steal from me. for example, yesterday i was at mcdonalds with my brother, and his goddamn extra value meal was cheaper than my quarter pounder and fries, because i wanted water. it costs more to get water than it does to buy a goddamn coke. so in revenge, i took the tiny ass cups they gave me for water, and enjoyed several delicious flowing beverages, from fruitopia, to dr. pepper, to just plain old good-fashioned water, probably the best of the three.
the bad person who will takeaway all that you have worked so hard to have. it is not right that he takes what is not his. maybe one day if he works hard enough he can get what he wants without taking it from other people. people work hard to ge twhat they want. why cant he? its not right. the only thing a thief should ever steal is a heart. that is all
I go in the dark. Creep in the shadows. Don’t look away, I’ll be there in a second. I take what I need, and some that I want. Watch your back, your pockets and purses. I’m always there. In the shadows.
politicians, businessmen and bankers are thieves who seek to cheat and trick us out of our money. If only we could chop of their heads and hands like is still done to those who steal bread to feed themselves and their families.
the squeaking stairs at Barrett Street or the dreaded footsteps in the corridor at Sidney Webb college, empty and echoing on a Sunday, on the soot grimed Marylebone roof top with the improbable tomato greenhouses and tennis courts sheathed in painted black metal wire netting where she tried to play tennis with herself with a heavy racket and a threadbare ball, in the tiny cell like music practice rooms with sour curtains and out of tune upright pianos, anywhere he could corner the child alone, he stole, stole soul, stole joy from every day of a life recently begun and with long to run
Full of skulduggery he was. It seems that no one would ever truly like the poor soul. Honestly he was quite a genuine bloke but he did get up to nonsense every now and then. Honestly though, what could he do without any food.
someone who steals other peoples belongings. a person who is untrustworthy and unable to earn peoples respect. one of the utmost bottom dwellers of society. someone who takes things that they themselves cannot have.
The thief was tall dark and handsome, the perfect kind to convince women to give him all their money. He was trustworthy and kind, a true gentlemen his victims would say, but in truth he was a cruel man with only his interests at heart. A real ladies man.
The thief had stolen the crown jewels. He was feeling very crafty about it. He had taken them straight out of the case without anyone noticing until he was alreayd halfway down the stairs. Because he was a magic, invisible thief, and he could do things like that. The crown jewels were very shiny and all. He’d have to spend them on something very special.
Unfortunately, when he took them into the first shop he came to to buy himself some sweets to celebrate, the shopkeeper took one look at his new money and fainted dead on the floor. The thief shrugged, and decided to just steal all the sweets instead, because he was a thief, and he was good at stealing things.
When he got home, he put the crown jewels away in a cupboard and forgot all about them.
You were the thief. Whether it was intentional or unintentional. I didn’t give you my heart, you stole it from me. Those times when I had my back turned, too caught up in the hugs and kisses to see that I was missing something. When it happened, I’m not sure that I’ll ever know. I just know that it was some where between that first glance and that last goodbye. Who knew I was also saying goodbye to my heart?
Hijo de puta se llevó todo. Todo se llevó. Desde el televisor hasta los cereales vencidos de la alacena. Y ni siquiera le gustan los cereales. Busco el telefono pero veo el cable ondulado que cae de la mesita del comedor. El telefono también.
when I saw him in the doorway of my bedroom, I didn’t think thief. I thought rape, murder. I’d let him take anything I had, not that it was much, but not my body, not my life. What flashed through my head was where was my husband? Had he already been murdered. Was this man after me now. I always wondered what I would do in such a situation
The thief crept back out the same way he got in, probably thinking he’d gotten away scot free. Thieves were common, sentences for punishment being very light in line with the general air of ‘forgiveness’ these people tried to portray, but this was taking the piss. I was willing to bet it was the same brat that tried to make off with my books not yet two weeks prior.
a person who takes something that doesn’t belong to them from another person or place. A thief in the night is the scariest kind of thief and a thief that takes your heart is the worst. More than one thief working together are a bunch of thieves
The thief ran. Scared. Terror gripping at his very soul. He wouldn’t survive it this time. The first time was thrilling, amazing even. It felt nothing but good. But the next time it was a little worse, the time after that was awful. It kept getting worse until eventually, there was nothing good about it at all. Maybe that was he point, got you hooked until it felt so goddam awful and then leave you, dump you out on the streets.
I would steal things if I could get away with it. JK BRO. My conscience wouldn’t let me get away with it. But I’d like to have some things I can’t afford. Like food this summer, instead of the internship I’m paying for. choose career success or nutrition!
“Like a thief in the night.” Every day, someone says that. I think of something that robs, kills, rapes. Disease is a thief in the night. Quietly, quietly, it enters and steals you of your health, and meanwhile you lay dying.
there was a thief in a house but i could just hear him so i sneaked out and rushed to the nearby police station.my friend saw me and he too joined me .once again i dared to go in the house and lo ! i saw ahuge cat searching for something to eat in the kitchen.my friend and i had agood laugh and shooed the cat away.
There was once this young girl who, as strange as it may sound, took the wind from a neihbouring land. After she had done the atrocity, the land had no wind, no rain, no shade from the sun and the people suffered.
The thief stepped gingerly into the police station. He wasn’t there to turn himself in, and he wasn’t about to get caught doing something this foolish. Granted, it had to be done, but he didn’t have to like it. His dare just wasn’t complete until he placed his ill-gotten gains in the dead center of their office.
to ever think of the one possibility, that thief you’ve become, the on who stole my heart, you bring only the true possibility that has become, yet to no desire you willing to do it once more.
A thief you are proclaimed. A shadow in the night, willing to go down with a fight. I’ve held it tight and from all others. But your so swift you stole my one and only heart. Something I was hoping to keep from falling apart. Thief. ..
I’ve always been a thief. I’ve stolen clothes. I’ve stolen jewelry. I’ve stolen answers. I’ve stolen money. I’ve stolen food. I’ve stolen drinks. I’ve stolen hearts. But mostly hearts. Four hearts to be exact. The problem is, only two of them ever truly stole mine, and they always gave them back in the end..
Think, thief. Trials and tribulations, all worth it in thought.
I sat sipping a slightly too-hot coffee, staring blankly at the table, on which lay a crumpled newspaper. The headline was of a data thief, someone had stolen data through the targeting of pinpoint lasers. The coffee was sharp and acidic. Outside, low clouds threatened to burst.
a thief is someone who things has done all he is possible to do to achieve the item he is steeling. A chief is a person who doesnt know the full capacities of themselves.
in my heart, but not me, you perhaps, and we shall see, for then will come, another way, and when we meet, I will be one
he told me i was a thief. i didn’t know what he was talking about. he told me i stole his heart. i told him id keep it safe. i thought we’d last forever. but we lasted a measly month. my first love broke my heart. he is forever a part of me even though i hate him for it.
The thief was a tall dark handsome man with a kind mannerism that proved time and time again that he could be trusted until that one day when all that womans money would magically disappear from the bank. He was such a sweet, handsome gentlemen the woman would say until of course, they would find themselves alone and poor with not a penny to their names. While he laughed it up in a new town, ready to spend till he had to restart with a new woman.
stealing is something that we all do but we don’t like to admit it. i steal, myself – primarily from corporate giants like walmart and mcdonalds, because they steal from me. for example, yesterday i was at mcdonalds with my brother, and his goddamn extra value meal was cheaper than my quarter pounder and fries, because i wanted water. it costs more to get water than it does to buy a goddamn coke. so in revenge, i took the tiny ass cups they gave me for water, and enjoyed several delicious flowing beverages, from fruitopia, to dr. pepper, to just plain old good-fashioned water, probably the best of the three.
robber
bank
money
house
guys
guns
glock
chase
car
van
no windows
stealing
hostage
the bad person who will takeaway all that you have worked so hard to have. it is not right that he takes what is not his. maybe one day if he works hard enough he can get what he wants without taking it from other people. people work hard to ge twhat they want. why cant he? its not right. the only thing a thief should ever steal is a heart. that is all
I go in the dark. Creep in the shadows. Don’t look away, I’ll be there in a second. I take what I need, and some that I want. Watch your back, your pockets and purses. I’m always there. In the shadows.
politicians, businessmen and bankers are thieves who seek to cheat and trick us out of our money. If only we could chop of their heads and hands like is still done to those who steal bread to feed themselves and their families.
the squeaking stairs at Barrett Street or the dreaded footsteps in the corridor at Sidney Webb college, empty and echoing on a Sunday, on the soot grimed Marylebone roof top with the improbable tomato greenhouses and tennis courts sheathed in painted black metal wire netting where she tried to play tennis with herself with a heavy racket and a threadbare ball, in the tiny cell like music practice rooms with sour curtains and out of tune upright pianos, anywhere he could corner the child alone, he stole, stole soul, stole joy from every day of a life recently begun and with long to run
Thieves steal from people. I know girls who steal swimsuits from Target. Rude. They’re liars, too.
Full of skulduggery he was. It seems that no one would ever truly like the poor soul. Honestly he was quite a genuine bloke but he did get up to nonsense every now and then. Honestly though, what could he do without any food.
a thief in the night, stage fright, full moon rising, like the tides, born to rise born to die, grown in the sun and baptized in the rain.
thief
Oh the stories I could tell about this. I’ve had my car robbed – that was traumatic. The car wasn’t stolen. The contents were.
I’ve had my suitcase stolen – aggravating experience all around.
And yet, despite all of this, the first image that came into my head when I saw this word was the Hamburglar.
someone who steals other peoples belongings. a person who is untrustworthy and unable to earn peoples respect. one of the utmost bottom dwellers of society. someone who takes things that they themselves cannot have.
The thief was tall dark and handsome, the perfect kind to convince women to give him all their money. He was trustworthy and kind, a true gentlemen his victims would say, but in truth he was a cruel man with only his interests at heart. A real ladies man.
The thief had stolen the crown jewels. He was feeling very crafty about it. He had taken them straight out of the case without anyone noticing until he was alreayd halfway down the stairs. Because he was a magic, invisible thief, and he could do things like that. The crown jewels were very shiny and all. He’d have to spend them on something very special.
Unfortunately, when he took them into the first shop he came to to buy himself some sweets to celebrate, the shopkeeper took one look at his new money and fainted dead on the floor. The thief shrugged, and decided to just steal all the sweets instead, because he was a thief, and he was good at stealing things.
When he got home, he put the crown jewels away in a cupboard and forgot all about them.
You were the thief. Whether it was intentional or unintentional. I didn’t give you my heart, you stole it from me. Those times when I had my back turned, too caught up in the hugs and kisses to see that I was missing something. When it happened, I’m not sure that I’ll ever know. I just know that it was some where between that first glance and that last goodbye. Who knew I was also saying goodbye to my heart?
Hijo de puta se llevó todo. Todo se llevó. Desde el televisor hasta los cereales vencidos de la alacena. Y ni siquiera le gustan los cereales. Busco el telefono pero veo el cable ondulado que cae de la mesita del comedor. El telefono también.
when I saw him in the doorway of my bedroom, I didn’t think thief. I thought rape, murder. I’d let him take anything I had, not that it was much, but not my body, not my life. What flashed through my head was where was my husband? Had he already been murdered. Was this man after me now. I always wondered what I would do in such a situation
but she wasn’t going to let andy come like a thief in the night and steal her thoughts of bogdan.
The thief crept back out the same way he got in, probably thinking he’d gotten away scot free. Thieves were common, sentences for punishment being very light in line with the general air of ‘forgiveness’ these people tried to portray, but this was taking the piss. I was willing to bet it was the same brat that tried to make off with my books not yet two weeks prior.
but she wasn’t going to let andy come like a theif in the night and steal her thoughts of bogdan.
a person who takes something that doesn’t belong to them from another person or place. A thief in the night is the scariest kind of thief and a thief that takes your heart is the worst. More than one thief working together are a bunch of thieves
you me everything around us.I like it.and I don’t know exactly.crying.hated.ura.crize.mereu tot eu.mie somn.
i go into a supermarket to buy a cup of coffee and then, accidentally i met a thief who’s trying to steal things there.
The thief ran. Scared. Terror gripping at his very soul. He wouldn’t survive it this time. The first time was thrilling, amazing even. It felt nothing but good. But the next time it was a little worse, the time after that was awful. It kept getting worse until eventually, there was nothing good about it at all. Maybe that was he point, got you hooked until it felt so goddam awful and then leave you, dump you out on the streets.
I would steal things if I could get away with it. JK BRO. My conscience wouldn’t let me get away with it. But I’d like to have some things I can’t afford. Like food this summer, instead of the internship I’m paying for. choose career success or nutrition!
“Like a thief in the night.” Every day, someone says that. I think of something that robs, kills, rapes. Disease is a thief in the night. Quietly, quietly, it enters and steals you of your health, and meanwhile you lay dying.
there was a thief in a house but i could just hear him so i sneaked out and rushed to the nearby police station.my friend saw me and he too joined me .once again i dared to go in the house and lo ! i saw ahuge cat searching for something to eat in the kitchen.my friend and i had agood laugh and shooed the cat away.
of material things? of heart? of peace? arent we all thieves of something???
we’re all different and all the same.
There was once this young girl who, as strange as it may sound, took the wind from a neihbouring land. After she had done the atrocity, the land had no wind, no rain, no shade from the sun and the people suffered.
The thief stepped gingerly into the police station. He wasn’t there to turn himself in, and he wasn’t about to get caught doing something this foolish. Granted, it had to be done, but he didn’t have to like it. His dare just wasn’t complete until he placed his ill-gotten gains in the dead center of their office.
to ever think of the one possibility, that thief you’ve become, the on who stole my heart, you bring only the true possibility that has become, yet to no desire you willing to do it once more.
thief aims at careless people.thief and theft can be controlld by law.
a thief is a frightening concept. I’m terrified of being robbed, stolen from, violated in general.
A thief you are proclaimed. A shadow in the night, willing to go down with a fight. I’ve held it tight and from all others. But your so swift you stole my one and only heart. Something I was hoping to keep from falling apart. Thief. ..