The violence of my heart beating could not match the mere fact of this overwhelming depression. All I could think about was the thrashing and pounding of my fist on the wall, mimicking that of my heart. I needed someone to stop me. To hold me. But they never came.
an explosion erupts,
difficulty to face my fears,
an escape so far away,
strung by incompetents,
an illusion evading my dreams,
focus just focus,
a violent place so easy to corrupt.
blood gushing, bones cracking, bruises and blisters. These are the things i expect when I hear the word violent. But violence isnt always physical. It takes many forms and often is more dangerous when it can’t be seen or felt. rather it is interpreted. Its not always as easy to spot and more often then not it goes unnoticed. Its sad really how often it eats away at peoples hearts and minds. Relationships falter and time can’t heal the damage.
A plague of fear, something crashes upon you finding yourself helpless, you don’t know what to do but you cry. You scream! You have nothing else left to do. Its the only control you have over this violent outburst. Its a curse of no luck, a thing, an evil one that has plucked you out of a box. Violence just one of the many negativities you have not evaded. A dream, Violent .
It seemed strange to me that people always described him as someone violent. I had never seen him in a fight even though I’d been in the same school, the same class for seven years. In truth it seemed like he avoided people. So anti-social perhaps, but certainly not violent.
there was this boy and he was being bullied by a littler boy. the boy got so tired of him bullying that he was just building up with anger the whole time it was happening. one day, the bully came up and started punching him. he got so pissed, that he grabbed him, and slammed him down on the ground, making a big mistake.
The violent boy hurt himself after getting into a fight with a classmate.
After that he learnt not to be violent. For it causes pain for others and himself.
The violent seas casted a monstrous leery shadow upon the ship as it consumes it whole into the dark depths below to be locked away for eternity into the golden locket of Davy Jone’s locker.
why be so violent when all you actually need to do is calm down? its all very simple. when you are bubbling with rage, just breathe. that count to 10 thing may not work for everyone,
the way we sit there in the dark
and stare at each other like we’re
both supposed to do something
amazing – but we don’t because
we both know what the other is
up to, don’t we?
i raise my hand, prone to violence
in a way i can’t control and you
just strike back against me, taking
all of me into your hands and up
against the wall – you’re the strongest.
and as we struggle for domination
we both scream each other’s names
until we collapses, shaking and warm
against the hardwood floors and dust.
violent. the violent is a beautiful word. I love how you can say it in so many different contextx. it doesnt have to just mean killing or anything. but it is a very strong word. you can use
the dreams that i used to experience were always violent. they would stay with me in some sort of alternate reality for the rest of the day. i would forget that this is reality and not a dream, the violence would always stick.
Violent? You think that was violent? Just because he had a knife in his hand, and was threatening to do bodily harm? People like that rarely do anything – it is more mental intimidation, than anything else. Oh, wait … it that blood on your arm?
Please don’t be violent. I can’t love that side of you. I can’t adore all of you when you use all those angry words. I know the you you are does not say some of the things you say. If you stop and take it back, I’ll believe in you.
Felix stared up at the ceiling. He was stressed and afraid to think about what he was going to do. Violence was all he had ever known. It was second nature to him, and now he was being asked to stop and try to throw it all away. He felt the strong hands pulling at that part of him, his past, and violently ripping it from him. He struggled to resist the urge to cry out in frustration and simply buried his head in his pillow.
it is a violent thought to jump out of the window when you feel like it, but there are certain moments in life when you cant resist thinking so violently. that does not make me a violent person. however, thoughts can be violent, like this violent urge to stab the person who keeps irritating the shit out of you, but you wont do it. That is violence, nonetheless, you don’t do it. you are conditioned to not doing it.
violence is not the answer. the answer is the answer. so of course violence isnt it. that is a stupid thing to say. neither is peace the answer. how do any of those help u answer #17 on ur math test. i just dont know
but the answer does
its one of those colors that just pops out at you. It’s not purple but it feels like it and whon I see it I think of a more innocent purlpe but tever pinx. Because pink always feels too cute but purple works always.
sOMETIMES i LIKE TO BE VIOLENT. i LIKE TO KICK SURFace in the ass. Sometimes he pisses me off and I will kick him in the balls and mutilate him and chop up his weenie. I don’t care much for him, but he is a cool guy and I will still, ever day, chop up his weenie.
violent:1. Using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something: “a violent confrontation with riot police”.
2. (esp. of an emotion or unpleasant or destructive natural force) Very strong or powerful: “violent dislike”.
3.misskris<3(:
Fear is his motivation. The feeling of control is what he feeds upon. Those moments of my misery. My pain. Buried in a dark corner. As far away from the light as possible. The puddle of red water surrounds me and has soaked my clothing. I will stay here for as long as I am allowed. The game of hide a seek always has a winner.
Violent looks like violet but it’s not really, is it? Except that last week I fell violently against the corner of the coffee table and now I have the strangest shaped violet bruise on my calf, the one that you trace lightly with your finger tips when we’re watching a movie, lying on the couch and I’ve got my feet in your lap and outside the city is alive with horns and
I think of rape. I’m not sure why I think of that though. It seems pretty messed up that the first thing I think about when I see that word is a pretty horrific crime. I guess I’ve been watching too much Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Rape…..Bad stuff I tell ya.
i was violwent when i was younger. i still am. even if that doesnt change, ill always be the best. miss kris(:. violent cows and chickens. and bossy vagina toads from hell..violent.
He violently shook me again.
I cowered away from his touch, but it was useless. Gordon was relentless when he was upset with me.
Grabbing my throat, he pushed me up against the wall.
I shrieked.
He covered my mouth.
“I love you,” he whispered.
What could I say?
“Tell me you love me.”
I couldn’t.
His grip tightened.
“Tell me.”
“I… I… love… you.”
He let go.
I collapsed like a lifeless rag doll I was.
I began to sob.
violent roses so mysterious and cleans, the more i lead the more i cant stop but to think. how much is it that it is violent. the world is a darker place today.
Violence is key thinks the fool, think the cool . Violence begets violence. But maybe they were right, maybe they are right. I’m a fool to think softness is sweet anymore, they all perceive it to be strange- if the nature, the disposition is not hard is not sour.
violent is violet. it is thickest darkest purple, an angry bruise, the clouds that gather on the edge of the longest day of arguing with you, my love. it is the heat that rises in your cheeks, the staccato beat of your heart, the edge of your reason as you take one step closer
Some people are very violent. They take their anger out on things like people and objects. etc. Violent people are usually not very nice people because they can hurt poeple.
Thrashing, hurting, I had to do it. I had to hurt her and I had to do it suddenly, when she wasn’t expecting it. I slapped her. I pushed her. I bit her. She screamed. Scream louder. Nothing can make my pain any less. Only your pain. Only your death. Hurt more. Scream more. Cry out loud but I’ll never stop hurting you.
Just give him another push. Another shove. Yeah, that should do you well.
Kick him, too, while you’re at it. Why stop while you’re ahead? Keep going.
A punch, for all the times your father called your worthless.
And a kick, for all the times your mother stood behind and ignored the ongoing pain.
Just do it. Make him feel your pain. Give it to him.
Give him what was dealt to you.
The way our love had been ripped from our grasp was so violent, so painful, i could barely understand it.
The violence of my heart beating could not match the mere fact of this overwhelming depression. All I could think about was the thrashing and pounding of my fist on the wall, mimicking that of my heart. I needed someone to stop me. To hold me. But they never came.
an explosion erupts,
difficulty to face my fears,
an escape so far away,
strung by incompetents,
an illusion evading my dreams,
focus just focus,
a violent place so easy to corrupt.
blood gushing, bones cracking, bruises and blisters. These are the things i expect when I hear the word violent. But violence isnt always physical. It takes many forms and often is more dangerous when it can’t be seen or felt. rather it is interpreted. Its not always as easy to spot and more often then not it goes unnoticed. Its sad really how often it eats away at peoples hearts and minds. Relationships falter and time can’t heal the damage.
A plague of fear, something crashes upon you finding yourself helpless, you don’t know what to do but you cry. You scream! You have nothing else left to do. Its the only control you have over this violent outburst. Its a curse of no luck, a thing, an evil one that has plucked you out of a box. Violence just one of the many negativities you have not evaded. A dream, Violent .
It seemed strange to me that people always described him as someone violent. I had never seen him in a fight even though I’d been in the same school, the same class for seven years. In truth it seemed like he avoided people. So anti-social perhaps, but certainly not violent.
there was this boy and he was being bullied by a littler boy. the boy got so tired of him bullying that he was just building up with anger the whole time it was happening. one day, the bully came up and started punching him. he got so pissed, that he grabbed him, and slammed him down on the ground, making a big mistake.
The violent boy hurt himself after getting into a fight with a classmate.
After that he learnt not to be violent. For it causes pain for others and himself.
The violent man walked out into the dark alley way looking for trouble. The gloomy evening made him want to fight.
The violent seas casted a monstrous leery shadow upon the ship as it consumes it whole into the dark depths below to be locked away for eternity into the golden locket of Davy Jone’s locker.
There was a crude and violent soldier walking down the streets and deserts of Afghanistan shooting every moving thing at site.
why be so violent when all you actually need to do is calm down? its all very simple. when you are bubbling with rage, just breathe. that count to 10 thing may not work for everyone,
it crashes into me.
the way we sit there in the dark
and stare at each other like we’re
both supposed to do something
amazing – but we don’t because
we both know what the other is
up to, don’t we?
i raise my hand, prone to violence
in a way i can’t control and you
just strike back against me, taking
all of me into your hands and up
against the wall – you’re the strongest.
and as we struggle for domination
we both scream each other’s names
until we collapses, shaking and warm
against the hardwood floors and dust.
have i ever told you i loved you?
violent. the violent is a beautiful word. I love how you can say it in so many different contextx. it doesnt have to just mean killing or anything. but it is a very strong word. you can use
the dreams that i used to experience were always violent. they would stay with me in some sort of alternate reality for the rest of the day. i would forget that this is reality and not a dream, the violence would always stick.
Violent? You think that was violent? Just because he had a knife in his hand, and was threatening to do bodily harm? People like that rarely do anything – it is more mental intimidation, than anything else. Oh, wait … it that blood on your arm?
Please don’t be violent. I can’t love that side of you. I can’t adore all of you when you use all those angry words. I know the you you are does not say some of the things you say. If you stop and take it back, I’ll believe in you.
Felix stared up at the ceiling. He was stressed and afraid to think about what he was going to do. Violence was all he had ever known. It was second nature to him, and now he was being asked to stop and try to throw it all away. He felt the strong hands pulling at that part of him, his past, and violently ripping it from him. He struggled to resist the urge to cry out in frustration and simply buried his head in his pillow.
Wrath, anger, so many things rushing through you, blinding, removing all logic.
it is a violent thought to jump out of the window when you feel like it, but there are certain moments in life when you cant resist thinking so violently. that does not make me a violent person. however, thoughts can be violent, like this violent urge to stab the person who keeps irritating the shit out of you, but you wont do it. That is violence, nonetheless, you don’t do it. you are conditioned to not doing it.
The rage transcends through words. Turning into some postmortem affair. I cannot control myself. I become violent.
violence is not the answer. the answer is the answer. so of course violence isnt it. that is a stupid thing to say. neither is peace the answer. how do any of those help u answer #17 on ur math test. i just dont know
but the answer does
This city is an abomination to all of my senses, violent beyond comprehension, worse than those ghastly television movies, it’s not my kind of town.
its one of those colors that just pops out at you. It’s not purple but it feels like it and whon I see it I think of a more innocent purlpe but tever pinx. Because pink always feels too cute but purple works always.
sOMETIMES i LIKE TO BE VIOLENT. i LIKE TO KICK SURFace in the ass. Sometimes he pisses me off and I will kick him in the balls and mutilate him and chop up his weenie. I don’t care much for him, but he is a cool guy and I will still, ever day, chop up his weenie.
There is only one thing in my head right now, and I would like it to be violent.
violent:1. Using or involving physical force intended to hurt, damage, or kill someone or something: “a violent confrontation with riot police”.
2. (esp. of an emotion or unpleasant or destructive natural force) Very strong or powerful: “violent dislike”.
3.misskris<3(:
Fear is his motivation. The feeling of control is what he feeds upon. Those moments of my misery. My pain. Buried in a dark corner. As far away from the light as possible. The puddle of red water surrounds me and has soaked my clothing. I will stay here for as long as I am allowed. The game of hide a seek always has a winner.
Violent looks like violet but it’s not really, is it? Except that last week I fell violently against the corner of the coffee table and now I have the strangest shaped violet bruise on my calf, the one that you trace lightly with your finger tips when we’re watching a movie, lying on the couch and I’ve got my feet in your lap and outside the city is alive with horns and
I think of rape. I’m not sure why I think of that though. It seems pretty messed up that the first thing I think about when I see that word is a pretty horrific crime. I guess I’ve been watching too much Law and Order: Special Victims Unit. Rape…..Bad stuff I tell ya.
i was violwent when i was younger. i still am. even if that doesnt change, ill always be the best. miss kris(:. violent cows and chickens. and bossy vagina toads from hell..violent.
his violent behaviour shocked me. he was really sweet to me but today his whole attitude told me a different story.
He violently shook me again.
I cowered away from his touch, but it was useless. Gordon was relentless when he was upset with me.
Grabbing my throat, he pushed me up against the wall.
I shrieked.
He covered my mouth.
“I love you,” he whispered.
What could I say?
“Tell me you love me.”
I couldn’t.
His grip tightened.
“Tell me.”
“I… I… love… you.”
He let go.
I collapsed like a lifeless rag doll I was.
I began to sob.
wind in trees
violent roses so mysterious and cleans, the more i lead the more i cant stop but to think. how much is it that it is violent. the world is a darker place today.
Violence is key thinks the fool, think the cool . Violence begets violence. But maybe they were right, maybe they are right. I’m a fool to think softness is sweet anymore, they all perceive it to be strange- if the nature, the disposition is not hard is not sour.
violent is violet. it is thickest darkest purple, an angry bruise, the clouds that gather on the edge of the longest day of arguing with you, my love. it is the heat that rises in your cheeks, the staccato beat of your heart, the edge of your reason as you take one step closer
Some people are very violent. They take their anger out on things like people and objects. etc. Violent people are usually not very nice people because they can hurt poeple.
Thrashing, hurting, I had to do it. I had to hurt her and I had to do it suddenly, when she wasn’t expecting it. I slapped her. I pushed her. I bit her. She screamed. Scream louder. Nothing can make my pain any less. Only your pain. Only your death. Hurt more. Scream more. Cry out loud but I’ll never stop hurting you.
Just give him another push. Another shove. Yeah, that should do you well.
Kick him, too, while you’re at it. Why stop while you’re ahead? Keep going.
A punch, for all the times your father called your worthless.
And a kick, for all the times your mother stood behind and ignored the ongoing pain.
Just do it. Make him feel your pain. Give it to him.
Give him what was dealt to you.