today’s word is violent. already wrote about it. there’s lent in it and theres violet. during lent isnt one of the colors violet? and its written in violet or purple or lavendar or something like that. well darth vader should wear violet because hes violent. thats why priests where violet
the sharpest sting was not in the rough handling or the angry tone of voice or the utter selfishness, but in the completely unconcerned walking away afterwards, the absolute lack of connection, recognition, respect, acknowledgement of existence even; it was the most violent, though there were many harder punches and more strident threats before then, what made this the ultimate was the betrayal implicit…. diabolical, inhuman
i never expected him to be violent. the flowers, the suprises, the excitement over the news of my pregnancy… none of thes things ever hinted to me that he would be anything less than perfect.
I wonder what it must feel like to be a fish under the sea while violent storms rage overhead. Land dwellers know well the full force of the tempest; air is easily churned and rain quickly poured. But under water, everything is already wet, everything is already flowing.
dust- yellow dust – the horsemen were covered as they drew alongside – the dresses of the ladies had turned a pale ochre -topis were coverd in it like pollen – killer and victim embraced by the same earth
i really don’t know what to right, violent makes me think of pain. and pain is bad, right? then i guess being violent is a thing because it causes pain. when someone is considered violent then it’s like they have a problem and cant control their anger
She flung herself at Lily with violent fury, her arms flapping as her dagger plunged toward Lily’s face.
“You can’t take him!” she screamed.
“I think you’ll find I always had him.”
His strokes with the brush were quick and violent. An ocean of black and blues soon formed under the red hot sun of a distant planet he’s never seen. The memories, if they could be called that, came to him in dreams that didn’t belong to him. Usually the memories went away but these, the ones of this foreign planet, refused to be forgotten.
emotions, men….violent men. Is this what defines a man as a man? probably not, why that would make the dalai lama not a man, which may be more accurate than at first seems likely…..I’m not sure exactly how to define the word…..sudden, brutal, charged with determination to hurt to wound to kill to batter and bruise and break….
He shoved others away, making them less likely to follow him as he began to run. It would never do to have them around him. He was far to dangerous…he was far to unpredictable. What if he lost control, again? Who would he kill in his rage next?
I was placid, peaceful and calm as I rose from my chair but in the few steps it took me to cross over to my aggressor it seemed I had become quite violent. Without hesitation I threw a hard cross and finished him as soon as I’d started.
I might be at the wrong site. I am looking for the site that provides alternatives to words when preparing documents. My documents are not violent, they are peaceful. However, when preparing a one hundred page proposal, I tend to become violent with myself when my mind goes blank!
violence is bad. people shoudl never be violent. I am not a violent person and i don’t have any friends who are violent. peace and love are what bring people together, not violence. everyone needs to work together these days to not be vioelent
There was a violent sound far away. It appeared to come from the western sky. A storm was raging. Along came a violent orchestra of thunder and lightening.
The storm outside was so violent that it tore down not only the sad, wimpy pine trees but the tall oak tree that was in the back yard. It must have been some wind to accomplish a feat such as that!
Ian was a violent person. He often hit his girlfriend. He got into fights quite often. One fine day, he was shot by a drug dealer in a street fight and he died. The moral of this short story is that violence is never an option. So grow some brain and be smart to avoid violence. If you don’t, you might end up being Ian.
Violence has a place in life. No, hitting each other is not usually the answer, but violent is just another way of saying ‘excited’. Life would be boring if it weren’t for the random bursts of violence
LIke when I was small I thought about the color of royalty, then I met the king and realized I was all wrong. The king had flat feet just like mine. He ruled with a staff and I was like, “of course, duh!” How could the whole kingdom be so big and him rule without one.
violently stabbing. cat scratching. nails of a chalkboard violently scrapes the eardrums. what, do violent video games make killers out of us? how violent is everyday life? there is violence in what we don’t see. DAMN MEANS OF PRODUCTION. capitalist bastards!
a reaction to something metaphorical …out of pocket, out of bounds, ………due to my inexperience in violence i lost my concentration alot sooner than usual. Now i’ll go practice and come back tommorrow.
It’s something we have all done at one point in our life. We have all experienced it. It is harmful to yourself and to others. It is one of the many things that is killing so many people ,and it is why our world will never be peaceful.
Truth. And pain. And forever.
Looking at him
I remember
my past
my now
and
I know that I can’t go back and
delete
the hurtful words and
violent actions
I feel myself losing control. he’s standing right in front of me, smirking, and….. I don’t know how to control myself. There is pain. and anger. red. fury. Then I pull out my knife.
Her face
A rainbow of colors
Crimson flowing freely from her nose
Smeared orange concealer hiding her shame
Jaundiced yellow from trying to forget
Green, blue, purple bruises for her errors.
Sometimes I can get really violent. I get mad too easily and violence against whatever made me mad is usually the first reaction. I blame my dad for that. He’s like that too. Maybe I should get some help sometime. But I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone about it.
violently stabbing. cat scratching. nails of a chalkboard violently scrapes the eardrums. what, do violent video games make killers out of us? how violent is everyday life? there is violence in what we don’t see. DAMN MEANS OF PRODUCTION. capitalist bastards!
walking down a dark alley in the middle of the night, by yourself when someone jumps out in front of you and starts bashing you in the head with a shopping cart. you begin to bleed and cry and shiver, but dude has no remorse for you and kicks you in the stomach.
I sat there. Cold. Lonely. Scared. I had lived through so many violent acts in the past decade. I can’t take it anymore. I want to die. It ends tonight.
I suppose the name oneword is kinda fitting consider you only have one word to choose from. You’re horrible for not giving the public more choices. Why stumbleupon brought me to you I’ll never know. I’m gonna give you like eight thumbs down. This is horrible. This is my worst nightmare brought to life. It’s like skeletor and superman fused into one. Terrible.
I KNEW I’D GET THIS WORD AGAIN!!! Oneword you’re horrible, you’re so horrible Satan finds you a sin. Everyone reading this, they’ve given me this four times. This isn’t creative, this is monotonous. They didn’t even let me use my last comment, it was against moderation. They hate you and they hate me and they only have one word. Whats the point in that? There is no point. No point at all
the wind blew a violent gust in my face and I felt the ghosts of every breath ever breathed. I inhaled those breaths and knew both life and death. The cores of every existence ever. I loved. I knew the earth and her children.
I already had this word. I thought this site would randomize words. If this is all the site does then I am not very interested. I already told you what violence is, why would you ask me again? I’m going to get violent if you ask me again. I’m sure you know what that means, I already told you. Stop asking me what violence is please or I’ll be sad.
I’ve been told that I can be pretty violent sometimes. I get angry and want to throw things. When I want a hug or something I grab hold tight out of nowhere. It’s enough to fear.
The wind came by in a violent burst that sent me flying across the road. I landed ass first in a pile of leaves, then threw them over my head filled with the joy of the 8 year old I used to be.
today’s word is violent. already wrote about it. there’s lent in it and theres violet. during lent isnt one of the colors violet? and its written in violet or purple or lavendar or something like that. well darth vader should wear violet because hes violent. thats why priests where violet
the sharpest sting was not in the rough handling or the angry tone of voice or the utter selfishness, but in the completely unconcerned walking away afterwards, the absolute lack of connection, recognition, respect, acknowledgement of existence even; it was the most violent, though there were many harder punches and more strident threats before then, what made this the ultimate was the betrayal implicit…. diabolical, inhuman
Plate crash.
Hole in the wall.
Screams.
Cry.
Breath.
Done.
i never expected him to be violent. the flowers, the suprises, the excitement over the news of my pregnancy… none of thes things ever hinted to me that he would be anything less than perfect.
unfortunatly, i learned that a little too late.
I wonder what it must feel like to be a fish under the sea while violent storms rage overhead. Land dwellers know well the full force of the tempest; air is easily churned and rain quickly poured. But under water, everything is already wet, everything is already flowing.
dust- yellow dust – the horsemen were covered as they drew alongside – the dresses of the ladies had turned a pale ochre -topis were coverd in it like pollen – killer and victim embraced by the same earth
i really don’t know what to right, violent makes me think of pain. and pain is bad, right? then i guess being violent is a thing because it causes pain. when someone is considered violent then it’s like they have a problem and cant control their anger
She flung herself at Lily with violent fury, her arms flapping as her dagger plunged toward Lily’s face.
“You can’t take him!” she screamed.
“I think you’ll find I always had him.”
His strokes with the brush were quick and violent. An ocean of black and blues soon formed under the red hot sun of a distant planet he’s never seen. The memories, if they could be called that, came to him in dreams that didn’t belong to him. Usually the memories went away but these, the ones of this foreign planet, refused to be forgotten.
emotions, men….violent men. Is this what defines a man as a man? probably not, why that would make the dalai lama not a man, which may be more accurate than at first seems likely…..I’m not sure exactly how to define the word…..sudden, brutal, charged with determination to hurt to wound to kill to batter and bruise and break….
He shoved others away, making them less likely to follow him as he began to run. It would never do to have them around him. He was far to dangerous…he was far to unpredictable. What if he lost control, again? Who would he kill in his rage next?
I was placid, peaceful and calm as I rose from my chair but in the few steps it took me to cross over to my aggressor it seemed I had become quite violent. Without hesitation I threw a hard cross and finished him as soon as I’d started.
I might be at the wrong site. I am looking for the site that provides alternatives to words when preparing documents. My documents are not violent, they are peaceful. However, when preparing a one hundred page proposal, I tend to become violent with myself when my mind goes blank!
violence is bad. people shoudl never be violent. I am not a violent person and i don’t have any friends who are violent. peace and love are what bring people together, not violence. everyone needs to work together these days to not be vioelent
There was a violent sound far away. It appeared to come from the western sky. A storm was raging. Along came a violent orchestra of thunder and lightening.
The storm outside was so violent that it tore down not only the sad, wimpy pine trees but the tall oak tree that was in the back yard. It must have been some wind to accomplish a feat such as that!
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Ian was a violent person. He often hit his girlfriend. He got into fights quite often. One fine day, he was shot by a drug dealer in a street fight and he died. The moral of this short story is that violence is never an option. So grow some brain and be smart to avoid violence. If you don’t, you might end up being Ian.
Violence has a place in life. No, hitting each other is not usually the answer, but violent is just another way of saying ‘excited’. Life would be boring if it weren’t for the random bursts of violence
LIke when I was small I thought about the color of royalty, then I met the king and realized I was all wrong. The king had flat feet just like mine. He ruled with a staff and I was like, “of course, duh!” How could the whole kingdom be so big and him rule without one.
A word I choose not to write about, given the dark mood I am already.
So sad.
Such a sad word.
Wish it would go away.
violently stabbing. cat scratching. nails of a chalkboard violently scrapes the eardrums. what, do violent video games make killers out of us? how violent is everyday life? there is violence in what we don’t see. DAMN MEANS OF PRODUCTION. capitalist bastards!
a reaction to something metaphorical …out of pocket, out of bounds, ………due to my inexperience in violence i lost my concentration alot sooner than usual. Now i’ll go practice and come back tommorrow.
It’s something we have all done at one point in our life. We have all experienced it. It is harmful to yourself and to others. It is one of the many things that is killing so many people ,and it is why our world will never be peaceful.
Truth. And pain. And forever.
Looking at him
I remember
my past
my now
and
I know that I can’t go back and
delete
the hurtful words and
violent actions
I feel myself losing control. he’s standing right in front of me, smirking, and….. I don’t know how to control myself. There is pain. and anger. red. fury. Then I pull out my knife.
Her face
A rainbow of colors
Crimson flowing freely from her nose
Smeared orange concealer hiding her shame
Jaundiced yellow from trying to forget
Green, blue, purple bruises for her errors.
Sometimes I can get really violent. I get mad too easily and violence against whatever made me mad is usually the first reaction. I blame my dad for that. He’s like that too. Maybe I should get some help sometime. But I can’t bring myself to talk to anyone about it.
violently stabbing. cat scratching. nails of a chalkboard violently scrapes the eardrums. what, do violent video games make killers out of us? how violent is everyday life? there is violence in what we don’t see. DAMN MEANS OF PRODUCTION. capitalist bastards!
walking down a dark alley in the middle of the night, by yourself when someone jumps out in front of you and starts bashing you in the head with a shopping cart. you begin to bleed and cry and shiver, but dude has no remorse for you and kicks you in the stomach.
Crashing.
Burning.
It was chaos all around.
And no one could stop the terror
or the pain.
Even love failed
The trapped, the broken
strong feelings that come with hurt pain and saddness without that we would be peaceful. love ;)
I sat there. Cold. Lonely. Scared. I had lived through so many violent acts in the past decade. I can’t take it anymore. I want to die. It ends tonight.
I suppose the name oneword is kinda fitting consider you only have one word to choose from. You’re horrible for not giving the public more choices. Why stumbleupon brought me to you I’ll never know. I’m gonna give you like eight thumbs down. This is horrible. This is my worst nightmare brought to life. It’s like skeletor and superman fused into one. Terrible.
It is forbidden to kill; therefore all murderers are punished unless they kill in large numbers and to the sound of trumpets. -Voltaire
so true. so horribly true. in past. in present. and regrettably in future as well. change. it needs to happen.
I KNEW I’D GET THIS WORD AGAIN!!! Oneword you’re horrible, you’re so horrible Satan finds you a sin. Everyone reading this, they’ve given me this four times. This isn’t creative, this is monotonous. They didn’t even let me use my last comment, it was against moderation. They hate you and they hate me and they only have one word. Whats the point in that? There is no point. No point at all
the wind blew a violent gust in my face and I felt the ghosts of every breath ever breathed. I inhaled those breaths and knew both life and death. The cores of every existence ever. I loved. I knew the earth and her children.
I already had this word. I thought this site would randomize words. If this is all the site does then I am not very interested. I already told you what violence is, why would you ask me again? I’m going to get violent if you ask me again. I’m sure you know what that means, I already told you. Stop asking me what violence is please or I’ll be sad.
I’ve been told that I can be pretty violent sometimes. I get angry and want to throw things. When I want a hug or something I grab hold tight out of nowhere. It’s enough to fear.
The wind came by in a violent burst that sent me flying across the road. I landed ass first in a pile of leaves, then threw them over my head filled with the joy of the 8 year old I used to be.