There is not right or wrong sometimes, but other times it’s set in stone. What you’re doing is wrong. If it’s not what your friends, family and society expect you to do. It’s wrong. So being individualistic is wrong? It shouldn’t be. But what is there to do about it?
My dream last night. Pretty much everything about it. And yet, so RIGHT in its wrongness. Ridiculous and poetic and just… flat out retarded. I hope people realize I’m joking. Or something. Maybe not. Too much Vicodin?
I was wrong. You’re no angry angel, no sorrowful devil. You’re just a man with extremes heavenly and hellish. Your’e no fey, no merman. You’re no prince or knight, no socerer or villian. I was wrong. I’m no fallen seraphim, no conflicted demon. I’m just a girl with urges evil and benign. I’m no siren, no fairy. I’m no damsel or milkmaid, no witch or harpy. I was wrong.
i have done alot of things wrong. it just means u make a mistake. you can always right your wrongs but not by doing wrong again. wrong is just a way people live life. i have lives my life wrong for a long time
I used to think that whenever someone was wrong, it meant that I had to hate them. Not hate hate them, like a lot of people do – throwing insults awry, like the person in question has nothing like hope or love in them, just the element of being wrong – but now I don’t think it anymore. I used to think, “Oh, they’re wrong.” And I would let my opinion of them be degraded to the point that I didn’t even want to think about them anymore, until I thought that they were nothing more than useless, nothing more.
She had written the wrong word, it had made all the difference. When she scrawled the note for him. He never met her again, they were only streets apart in the blur of the big city, facing opposite directions, separated only by metres of cement in the whir of central London.
I did the wrong thing last night i didnt mean to im super sorry i didnt know what to do i told you and you flipped out and now im in the worst position of my life meeting face to face with my self and my own problems. its a scary thing to think about meeting yourslef face to face.. well at least it is to me id probably be more scared to meet god face to face but still its scary.
The right and wrong is a matter of cultural differences in terms of morality, each region with its specific one, and you can’t fight that specific moral even if you know what’s right
It’s wrong to lie and sometimes I am wring about things. I usually fight with my brother and my mom says that have to say that I’m wrong and my brother or my mom is right.
I’m never wrong. Sometimes my mommy makes me say: “I was wrong and you were right,” but I’m pretty sure that I am usually ALWAYS right. I don’t like it when people say I’m wrong! It’s not fun.
wrong is simply a state of mind. you are never wrong, what you do, is never wrong. but what other people think or do can be wrong because its entirely set in your mind. you accept whats wrong and right, not someone else, and that is whhy govournments and law will never work. criminals are clever. they folllow their own law
You’re so wrong it’s wrong. And that’s wrong because judgement is wrong. But that’s wrong too because oftentimes judgement is the right thing said at the wrong time.
I don’t know what is wrong and what is right. Up or down, left or right. I know only that I can follow You; that is right. Maybe not to the world, maybe not even to my closest friends. But it is all I have. You are all I have.
Everything is wrong. It doesn’t matter if you believe you’re right or not. Wrong is the wind. Wrong is the thought that you could love me. Wrong might be nothing to you. You might like wrong. I might like wrong because I’ve never felt it so in my whole entire life. Wrong is me. wrong is you.
Mistakes. The epitome of this word nestles in mistakes. But sometimes, we need to see ourselves failing before we can eradicate the mistakes in our lives. By being the opposite of right, we can learn a little more than we know.
She is wrong. She has been wrong. She was wrong to do what she did to me and she’s wrong still for keeping up the act. She was wrong wrong wrong. I am wrong, too. Sometimes. All people are wrong sometimes, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Except when she’s wrong. Because she’s SO wrong. I am not so wrong, even if she wants me to be. In fact, I’m rather right.
she hit him. hard. hard as she could, and she ran. She knew it was wrong, the way he treated her, but she loved him so much. so each punch, each broken bone, each bruise she had to hide she ignored. but this was too much. blood poured out of the puncture wound, but she kept ambling on, ignoring the throbbing emanating from the stab-wound he had inflicted upon her stomach, wincing as she went.
It was a word that they heard often. If they didn’t sharpen their pencil, they were wrong. If they didn’t fill in all the space, they were wrong. If they didn’t listen, they were wrong. It was as if there was nothing they could do right. And, as a child, that’s quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing you can be.
Wrong, that word had confused her since childhood. What made something inherently wrong? It seemed to her there was too much to consider, the wrong being done, the wrong-doer. . . she shook her head, it didn’t matter. It didn’t come up as often as people liked to act. People, they had confused her since childhood also.
What is wrong? Everything is wrong. It is wrong that you think! You can treat me this way. It is wrong that I think I am above being treated this way and put myself on this pedestal. What is REALLY wrong, however, is the simple fact that I get to loose my best friend and YOU don’t care that it was you. Over nothing.
Wrong versus right, black versus night,
At times each versus makes verse full of complexity.
But when you’re too complex, you develop a complex
of how your words are supposed to vex the human heart,
and before you can even start to suppose about your prose,
your time is up.
What did I do wrong? Nothing. That wasn’t me. Sure, I may have high standards, but I won’t lower them to be with someone. I want someone who will treat me right. That will respect me, and call me beautiful everyday. Someone I can talk to, and that listens. I don’t expect too much. Do I? No. I don’t think I do. So no, I didn’t do anything wrong. They did.
Stick
puck
gloves
skates
ready to hit the ice
I walk to the pond
almost a quarter mile away
walking, walking
in sight
ready to hit the ice
The frozen surface reflects the trees and bushes
I pull my skates onto my feet
they feel cold on my feet
I look up and see the gray sky
the look of winter
ready to hit the ice
Tying my skates
looping the laces
I search for potential dangers
then I skate
picking up speed
letting the wind blow through my hair
passing pucks into the snow bank then retrieving them
ready to hit the ice
I look back and see your faces
Warming my hands inside my gloves
Warming my cold toes
Making me aware of my audience
The competition feels good
All of you sitting their
Clapping your hands
Wrong. A lot in the world is wrong. Me feeling upset over lack of men is wrong on a personal level. However things like Darfur in Sudan is specifically morally wrong. Some wrong-doers get what they deserve, like Saddam Hussain, some however are still on the loose. Osama Bin LAden.
What’s wrong? Common question. I mean, right now there’s nothing technically wrong, except that there’s snow on the road, some people are afraid to drive, and it’s stupid because it never snows here and we’re all freaking out. North Carolina is quite insane sometimes. It can go from being 80 degrees to being 50 degrees in the space of 24 hours. There’s nothing technically wrong about that, though.
I’m wrong, utterly and hopelessly wrong. I wish someone would come down and extend the hand of death to my sullen face. The words echo through my mind like a coffin being shut
“WRONG! WRONG! WRONG” They all say, silently I weep. If I’m wrong, how can I ever be right? I’ll never know.
There is not right or wrong sometimes, but other times it’s set in stone. What you’re doing is wrong. If it’s not what your friends, family and society expect you to do. It’s wrong. So being individualistic is wrong? It shouldn’t be. But what is there to do about it?
My dream last night. Pretty much everything about it. And yet, so RIGHT in its wrongness. Ridiculous and poetic and just… flat out retarded. I hope people realize I’m joking. Or something. Maybe not. Too much Vicodin?
WRONG is not right to bee wrong with somebody because if I was
something very bad. not good. disobeying what you are told. doing drugs and drinking alcohol and being a bad kid. not listing to anyone
I was wrong. You’re no angry angel, no sorrowful devil. You’re just a man with extremes heavenly and hellish. Your’e no fey, no merman. You’re no prince or knight, no socerer or villian. I was wrong. I’m no fallen seraphim, no conflicted demon. I’m just a girl with urges evil and benign. I’m no siren, no fairy. I’m no damsel or milkmaid, no witch or harpy. I was wrong.
i have done alot of things wrong. it just means u make a mistake. you can always right your wrongs but not by doing wrong again. wrong is just a way people live life. i have lives my life wrong for a long time
I used to think that whenever someone was wrong, it meant that I had to hate them. Not hate hate them, like a lot of people do – throwing insults awry, like the person in question has nothing like hope or love in them, just the element of being wrong – but now I don’t think it anymore. I used to think, “Oh, they’re wrong.” And I would let my opinion of them be degraded to the point that I didn’t even want to think about them anymore, until I thought that they were nothing more than useless, nothing more.
She had written the wrong word, it had made all the difference. When she scrawled the note for him. He never met her again, they were only streets apart in the blur of the big city, facing opposite directions, separated only by metres of cement in the whir of central London.
right
wright
bad
latin
w
r
o
n
g
be right it helps on tests
test grade
grade
spelling
science
math
words
left
the weong things in life are wro g
scores
spelling
Last night I accused my mom of being on drugs again. She’s a recovering narcotics addict, and 16 of my sleeping pills were gone.
I called the pharmacy and they said they shorted me.
I was wrong.
Now I feel really bad.
I did the wrong thing last night i didnt mean to im super sorry i didnt know what to do i told you and you flipped out and now im in the worst position of my life meeting face to face with my self and my own problems. its a scary thing to think about meeting yourslef face to face.. well at least it is to me id probably be more scared to meet god face to face but still its scary.
I’m rarely wrong. Seriously. No one ever believes me, but it’s true. I’m rarely wrong.
I knew what I was, for it was both right and wrong. The duality in my thinking, but relative to the bias of the observer.
I don’t like to be wrong. Or when people tell me I’m wrong. But sometimes I’m wrong. Like in my algebra class I’m wrong very often.
it is wrong to lie.
It is wrong to do a lot of things.
The right and wrong is a matter of cultural differences in terms of morality, each region with its specific one, and you can’t fight that specific moral even if you know what’s right
It’s wrong to lie and sometimes I am wring about things. I usually fight with my brother and my mom says that have to say that I’m wrong and my brother or my mom is right.
I’m never wrong. Sometimes my mommy makes me say: “I was wrong and you were right,” but I’m pretty sure that I am usually ALWAYS right. I don’t like it when people say I’m wrong! It’s not fun.
That’s wrong. Wrong. Wrong. THAT IS WRONG! Do it right, because it’s wrong!
I am wrong sometimes. I am mostly wrong on tests. The tests I’m mostly wrong on are math tests.
People do wrong things. It’s human of us to do so, but some people overstep the definition of ‘wrong’ and go to rude, horrific, and mean.
wrong is simply a state of mind. you are never wrong, what you do, is never wrong. but what other people think or do can be wrong because its entirely set in your mind. you accept whats wrong and right, not someone else, and that is whhy govournments and law will never work. criminals are clever. they folllow their own law
You’re so wrong it’s wrong. And that’s wrong because judgement is wrong. But that’s wrong too because oftentimes judgement is the right thing said at the wrong time.
I don’t know what is wrong and what is right. Up or down, left or right. I know only that I can follow You; that is right. Maybe not to the world, maybe not even to my closest friends. But it is all I have. You are all I have.
Everything is wrong. It doesn’t matter if you believe you’re right or not. Wrong is the wind. Wrong is the thought that you could love me. Wrong might be nothing to you. You might like wrong. I might like wrong because I’ve never felt it so in my whole entire life. Wrong is me. wrong is you.
Mistakes. The epitome of this word nestles in mistakes. But sometimes, we need to see ourselves failing before we can eradicate the mistakes in our lives. By being the opposite of right, we can learn a little more than we know.
She is wrong. She has been wrong. She was wrong to do what she did to me and she’s wrong still for keeping up the act. She was wrong wrong wrong. I am wrong, too. Sometimes. All people are wrong sometimes, and there’s nothing wrong with that. Except when she’s wrong. Because she’s SO wrong. I am not so wrong, even if she wants me to be. In fact, I’m rather right.
she hit him. hard. hard as she could, and she ran. She knew it was wrong, the way he treated her, but she loved him so much. so each punch, each broken bone, each bruise she had to hide she ignored. but this was too much. blood poured out of the puncture wound, but she kept ambling on, ignoring the throbbing emanating from the stab-wound he had inflicted upon her stomach, wincing as she went.
It was a word that they heard often. If they didn’t sharpen their pencil, they were wrong. If they didn’t fill in all the space, they were wrong. If they didn’t listen, they were wrong. It was as if there was nothing they could do right. And, as a child, that’s quite possibly the most heartbreaking thing you can be.
Wrong, that word had confused her since childhood. What made something inherently wrong? It seemed to her there was too much to consider, the wrong being done, the wrong-doer. . . she shook her head, it didn’t matter. It didn’t come up as often as people liked to act. People, they had confused her since childhood also.
What is wrong? Everything is wrong. It is wrong that you think! You can treat me this way. It is wrong that I think I am above being treated this way and put myself on this pedestal. What is REALLY wrong, however, is the simple fact that I get to loose my best friend and YOU don’t care that it was you. Over nothing.
Wrong versus right, black versus night,
At times each versus makes verse full of complexity.
But when you’re too complex, you develop a complex
of how your words are supposed to vex the human heart,
and before you can even start to suppose about your prose,
your time is up.
Wrong is in the eye of the beholder. Say it over and over and I won’t change my mind. You’re wrong, I’m right. You’re wrong I’m right.
What did I do wrong? Nothing. That wasn’t me. Sure, I may have high standards, but I won’t lower them to be with someone. I want someone who will treat me right. That will respect me, and call me beautiful everyday. Someone I can talk to, and that listens. I don’t expect too much. Do I? No. I don’t think I do. So no, I didn’t do anything wrong. They did.
The ice
Stick
puck
gloves
skates
ready to hit the ice
I walk to the pond
almost a quarter mile away
walking, walking
in sight
ready to hit the ice
The frozen surface reflects the trees and bushes
I pull my skates onto my feet
they feel cold on my feet
I look up and see the gray sky
the look of winter
ready to hit the ice
Tying my skates
looping the laces
I search for potential dangers
then I skate
picking up speed
letting the wind blow through my hair
passing pucks into the snow bank then retrieving them
ready to hit the ice
I look back and see your faces
Warming my hands inside my gloves
Warming my cold toes
Making me aware of my audience
The competition feels good
All of you sitting their
Clapping your hands
Wrong. A lot in the world is wrong. Me feeling upset over lack of men is wrong on a personal level. However things like Darfur in Sudan is specifically morally wrong. Some wrong-doers get what they deserve, like Saddam Hussain, some however are still on the loose. Osama Bin LAden.
What’s wrong? Common question. I mean, right now there’s nothing technically wrong, except that there’s snow on the road, some people are afraid to drive, and it’s stupid because it never snows here and we’re all freaking out. North Carolina is quite insane sometimes. It can go from being 80 degrees to being 50 degrees in the space of 24 hours. There’s nothing technically wrong about that, though.
being in the wrong is the prime role when parenting an adolescent. Life becomes easier when you begin to wonder which wrong thing you should do next.
I’m wrong, utterly and hopelessly wrong. I wish someone would come down and extend the hand of death to my sullen face. The words echo through my mind like a coffin being shut
“WRONG! WRONG! WRONG” They all say, silently I weep. If I’m wrong, how can I ever be right? I’ll never know.
i ask you…is it wrong for me to ask you if you are willing for us to just be good friends…but with benefits?