False
Truths
Court
Telling stories
Money can be involved
Could be for other reasons
Someone could go to jail for it
Valarie
insurance calims, they seem annoying as hell, forms on forms, it rives me nuts, car accidents, stolen properyty, blah blah blah, it s all money and paperwork and reporting stuff to people who dont need to know everything in your life, just another way to control you i guess
Sophie
small claims court
kate claims she can’t depend on me for anything and i agree
this word brings back a lot of memories
my first twitter name was ‘kateclaims’
claims.
ugh.
exclaims would be better.
a claim isn’t verifiable
it doesn’t sit right —
it’s an account.
it’s what you’re being held accountable for
when you could just be being
instead of claiming at all
words are growing
more
and
more
ineffective
We need to do it to reach that society point where we don´t need to do it anymore. God…
Igor Lessa
all of the claims we make on one another;
i call dibs.
these remnants of kisses are the most severe claims
with which we constantly mark eachother.
goodnight, dream sweetly, claim me before i go.
Courtney
I read this as clams…but everything I claim is hidden inside me, a clam cracking from the strain on its jaws. Everything I claim tends to be silent shouts inside the neurons just beneath this crop of dirty blonde hair.
Everyone in America and the world really thinks that they
are able to automatically claim everything in life. That it is all
just handed to them. But the fact is that we should not make claims
in this world. It shows just how ignorant we truly are. Teens get
this a lot because we don’t know what it is like to really “work”
yet. I think that teens do understand, they just understand
differently. A lot of us don’t, its true. But a lot of us have cars
and cell phones and sometimes even families to take care of and you
can bet that those people don’t claim shit. They work for
it.
Britany
The man claimed that his wife had left him. The woman claimed that her husband had cheated on him. The lawyer claimed that he had no idea to believe, but he was being paid equally by both the wife and the husband, and must therefore act impartially. The judge decided to leave it to the bailiff.
Dan
Claims are stakes that you suggest or sacrifice and commit to. Claims are confident statements and affirmations. Claims are credit.
Bonnie Blackburn
The claims of a bearded clam did little to persuade me for her cause. It’s not that I thought the clam was lying per se, after all a talking one that walks is quite a feat. So fantastical is it, that almost anything witnessed thereafter might be believed. But that she confidently stated she was once both the Empress of China and a resident Goddess of Olympus naturally aroused my suspicion.
Dan doesn’t look enthused. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes,” I scowl as I pull on my hoodie. “I’m telling the truth.”
“Okay.” He sighs and shrugs. “He’s crazy, then.”
“Yeah, I didn’t hit him.”
“Good.”
“I shanked him.”
Belinda Roddie
You’ve made your point. I get it. I do. Take these chains on me and lay on your claims cause baby I’m in it for the long run. I hear you loud and clear and I’m dying to know more. Keep feeding my curiosity.
Your claims are full of poison, grasping my heart, swallowing my blood whole. Sucking me down to the grave, your clutches burn my skin like acid. Your breath is putrid and rancid. I can’t stand the sound of it, and looking into your face makes me sick. You’re crazy, a lunatic. Your claims are false, they bind me only with their lies. Everyone can see, open your eyes. You can’t last. Kill me! Drag me to the grave! You can’t last. I won’t go down easily, I’ll hold on fast. I’ll hold on to the truth.
he claims he doesn’t know what he wants.. but in reality, he knows EXACTLY what he wants. he’s in denial. he can’t face the truth. once he’s been hurt, he can’t let them back in.
Ceejay
This is what i claim. Right here. Right now. Those little leaps of faith that keep us human, reaching out in the hope we won’t fall upon our faces. Those moments of perfect clarity, like moonlight or sunshine, reaching out to light up my mind. I claim the beauty that can only be seen in hindsight- the hinderances that can’t be won. I claim the world, to hold it between my palms and pray for it to find the perfect kind of madness lurking deep. To give it the push it desperately needs
there are claims that if one tries real hard—gives it all one has–one succeeds (whatever success is). I will claim to subscribe to this claim as I have find nothing else to (or similar) to be remotely true.
And with each one of his claims, he’d back it up with what he believed to be true. But she didn’t buy it. She wanted nothing to do with it. She didn’t want to fight any more.
And though he claims you as his, I see your longing from across the room. I see the want in your eyes, that you’re unhappy with Marius, that you want to be with me. Grantaire and Enjolras, today and forever more. I just want to make you happy.
Sophia
Its the little pauses between the words
that let me now
your lies…
are just
lies.
And your claims are just claims, that fall upon deaf ears.
(because
no one
cares)
I sat at my musty desk stamping one paper after another. My gaze continued to wandering to the one window in the office, placed there by mandatory court order of course.
The birds outside chirped peacefully on their branch, returning their most recent find to their children.
A funny sensation came over me.
I grew wings.
I lay claim to the sky.
Max Ryder
It was the fact that he spoke it out loud that really drove me crazy
“You know…I can fly.” He said, as though he were so special. As though he were the only one.
“Yeah, so can half of Hollywood.” I said in reply. It had been astonishing at first, when they came out of the woodwork- those people who could swoop about the sky like birds, or angels as people were apt to call them. Of course so many of them sold their souls soon afterword- a real nice house for some footage, and then a thousand dollars for a reality T.V. show. They seemed to be everywhere. But now we could tell who they were- now we were looking. People who can fly always seem pale. Their skin brightest ivory, and hair almost white. But the eyes are really how you spot them. They eyes of the Fliyers are dark. Always, always dark. And Stevens eyes were a pale, even blue. His lies were nothing more than that: the claims of a boy desperate for attention. Then again, he could be wearing contacts- hiding his otherness with a manufactured disguise. I knew all about that. I had been doing it for years.
She claims to be the smartest person in the school. She claims to be the best at sports. She claims to be the most artistic. She claims to be the prettiest and the most popular. She can claim anything she wants. It doesn’t make the truth any less truthful.
There were a lot of claims to process today. That’s the nature of the insurance business. After a holiday weekend, especially, the claims just rolled in and kept us busy until long after five o’clock came around.
I walked over to the claims department as the airline had lost my luggage. Unfortunately the man was out to lunch. In a fit of rage I stole his stapler. Then the police showed up.
claims is like clams but without the i
i don’t say anything without being honest
i keep promises to the t, and so i open myself for you because i said i would and that we could
you though, make claims but never execute, never erect a thing for me.
goddess, i think not.
They all claim:
I will not succeed
I am throwing my life away
I am not living up to my true potential
I am better than all of this
I am not thinking clearly
I am making big irrational decisions
I am not living in the ‘real world’
My friends are bad influences
………………………………………
He claims that he’s never loved anyone like me before. He claims that he loves my scars, the most tender part of my entire being. He claims that he wanted to quit smoking for me, and he claimed that he’d never feel the same way, and he claimed that I had a piece of real estate on his heart. But then he managed to claim somebody new.
she claims that the only thing she did last night was go downstairs and have a drink, but the evidence proves otherwise. the funny thing about her story is, if she went to have a drink at nine fifteen pm than how would that explain the ace hardware receipt that fell from her purse? You see, the time her items were purchased from the store was nine seventeen pm. The closest hardware store to her house is at least 45 minutes away.
gwen
Men make many claims. In love or war, life and death. However, some men make bolder claims than others. Some men live bolder lives than others. Lives of long days and hot nights, lives of darkness and drink and doubt.
Steven B.
Claims are just people’s opinions on certain things. Like he claims he didn’t do it. Or he claims that he loves me. These accusations have to be proven in order for them to be understood.
Hope
He claims to know why I was deemed this fate. That man, the one who had stepped out of my life the day love left me, now claimed to know the reason why I was a freak. I just wanted to slap him across the face, feel the sting on my hand, just to know that his cheek would hurt more. I wanted to hurt him, hurt myself for even trying to desperately cling to his answers. brought up my hand, so ready to do it. But he caught me and his eyes told me everything.
I was exactly the freak I had always known I was.
He claims that he didn’t do it. the other boy did. Claiming is making people believe that you didn’t do it. You claim. I claim that i want to go to college. I claim that my sister did it not me. I claim everything.
macy
Her various claims were for the most part unsubstantiated or untrue.
Whether she had in fact been a B movie star was unprovable since most of the alleged films had been destroyed in the great fire of ’46.
Her reputation as a scamp, a vamp, and a bit of a tramp, however, was undisputed.
claims strains brains drained
the same piece of paper
diseased with the name
of the colour of thunder
to honor to smite
the night crashes, breaks
a sauna on fire
the dire need to feed
a creed thats freed from
knives that cut
and scars that bleed
the lives that lead
the blind to see
the river of blood
that bleeds through the terra
weighed to be frightened
undaunted by lightening
Zack Kalbfleisch
the boy claims hes innocent. the girl claims hes not. the boy claims the girl loves him. the girl claims the boy is insane. they claim the same but in different ways. but whose claims are true? his or hers. you claim the claims that are true. its up to you to claim the innocence of the boy. or his conviction. claim it. always claim it. claim it for me, you, him, her, or the dog down the street just do it. CLAIM IT!!!!!!!!!!!!
I claim you. You claim me. What are claims? What defines them? All you can do is claim something, not much else, so why waste your time?
i claim that this word isn’t that inspiring.. it says not to think; just wite! idk what to write bout. what’s up everyone? how you doin’? ummm… yeahh.
False
Truths
Court
Telling stories
Money can be involved
Could be for other reasons
Someone could go to jail for it
insurance calims, they seem annoying as hell, forms on forms, it rives me nuts, car accidents, stolen properyty, blah blah blah, it s all money and paperwork and reporting stuff to people who dont need to know everything in your life, just another way to control you i guess
small claims court
kate claims she can’t depend on me for anything and i agree
this word brings back a lot of memories
my first twitter name was ‘kateclaims’
claims.
ugh.
exclaims would be better.
a claim isn’t verifiable
it doesn’t sit right —
it’s an account.
it’s what you’re being held accountable for
when you could just be being
instead of claiming at all
words are growing
more
and
more
ineffective
We need to do it to reach that society point where we don´t need to do it anymore. God…
all of the claims we make on one another;
i call dibs.
these remnants of kisses are the most severe claims
with which we constantly mark eachother.
goodnight, dream sweetly, claim me before i go.
I read this as clams…but everything I claim is hidden inside me, a clam cracking from the strain on its jaws. Everything I claim tends to be silent shouts inside the neurons just beneath this crop of dirty blonde hair.
Everyone in America and the world really thinks that they
are able to automatically claim everything in life. That it is all
just handed to them. But the fact is that we should not make claims
in this world. It shows just how ignorant we truly are. Teens get
this a lot because we don’t know what it is like to really “work”
yet. I think that teens do understand, they just understand
differently. A lot of us don’t, its true. But a lot of us have cars
and cell phones and sometimes even families to take care of and you
can bet that those people don’t claim shit. They work for
it.
The man claimed that his wife had left him. The woman claimed that her husband had cheated on him. The lawyer claimed that he had no idea to believe, but he was being paid equally by both the wife and the husband, and must therefore act impartially. The judge decided to leave it to the bailiff.
Claims are stakes that you suggest or sacrifice and commit to. Claims are confident statements and affirmations. Claims are credit.
The claims of a bearded clam did little to persuade me for her cause. It’s not that I thought the clam was lying per se, after all a talking one that walks is quite a feat. So fantastical is it, that almost anything witnessed thereafter might be believed. But that she confidently stated she was once both the Empress of China and a resident Goddess of Olympus naturally aroused my suspicion.
insurance claims, claiming, claims to be true
“He claims you hit him.”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t?”
“I didn’t.”
“You didn’t hit him?”
“No.”
Dan doesn’t look enthused. “Are you telling me the truth?”
“Yes,” I scowl as I pull on my hoodie. “I’m telling the truth.”
“Okay.” He sighs and shrugs. “He’s crazy, then.”
“Yeah, I didn’t hit him.”
“Good.”
“I shanked him.”
You’ve made your point. I get it. I do. Take these chains on me and lay on your claims cause baby I’m in it for the long run. I hear you loud and clear and I’m dying to know more. Keep feeding my curiosity.
Your claims are full of poison, grasping my heart, swallowing my blood whole. Sucking me down to the grave, your clutches burn my skin like acid. Your breath is putrid and rancid. I can’t stand the sound of it, and looking into your face makes me sick. You’re crazy, a lunatic. Your claims are false, they bind me only with their lies. Everyone can see, open your eyes. You can’t last. Kill me! Drag me to the grave! You can’t last. I won’t go down easily, I’ll hold on fast. I’ll hold on to the truth.
he claims he doesn’t know what he wants.. but in reality, he knows EXACTLY what he wants. he’s in denial. he can’t face the truth. once he’s been hurt, he can’t let them back in.
This is what i claim. Right here. Right now. Those little leaps of faith that keep us human, reaching out in the hope we won’t fall upon our faces. Those moments of perfect clarity, like moonlight or sunshine, reaching out to light up my mind. I claim the beauty that can only be seen in hindsight- the hinderances that can’t be won. I claim the world, to hold it between my palms and pray for it to find the perfect kind of madness lurking deep. To give it the push it desperately needs
“He claims to have made out with Shakespeare but I still don’t believe it.”
“Astor, you were THERE. And I didn’t make out with him, he was drunk and he -”
“You made out with him. You made out with William Shakespeare.”
“Wh – two seconds ago you said you didn’t believe me.”
“The word was ‘claims’ I panicked I had to say something.”
there are claims that if one tries real hard—gives it all one has–one succeeds (whatever success is). I will claim to subscribe to this claim as I have find nothing else to (or similar) to be remotely true.
And with each one of his claims, he’d back it up with what he believed to be true. But she didn’t buy it. She wanted nothing to do with it. She didn’t want to fight any more.
And though he claims you as his, I see your longing from across the room. I see the want in your eyes, that you’re unhappy with Marius, that you want to be with me. Grantaire and Enjolras, today and forever more. I just want to make you happy.
Its the little pauses between the words
that let me now
your lies…
are just
lies.
And your claims are just claims, that fall upon deaf ears.
(because
no one
cares)
I sat at my musty desk stamping one paper after another. My gaze continued to wandering to the one window in the office, placed there by mandatory court order of course.
The birds outside chirped peacefully on their branch, returning their most recent find to their children.
A funny sensation came over me.
I grew wings.
I lay claim to the sky.
It was the fact that he spoke it out loud that really drove me crazy
“You know…I can fly.” He said, as though he were so special. As though he were the only one.
“Yeah, so can half of Hollywood.” I said in reply. It had been astonishing at first, when they came out of the woodwork- those people who could swoop about the sky like birds, or angels as people were apt to call them. Of course so many of them sold their souls soon afterword- a real nice house for some footage, and then a thousand dollars for a reality T.V. show. They seemed to be everywhere. But now we could tell who they were- now we were looking. People who can fly always seem pale. Their skin brightest ivory, and hair almost white. But the eyes are really how you spot them. They eyes of the Fliyers are dark. Always, always dark. And Stevens eyes were a pale, even blue. His lies were nothing more than that: the claims of a boy desperate for attention. Then again, he could be wearing contacts- hiding his otherness with a manufactured disguise. I knew all about that. I had been doing it for years.
She claims to be the smartest person in the school. She claims to be the best at sports. She claims to be the most artistic. She claims to be the prettiest and the most popular. She can claim anything she wants. It doesn’t make the truth any less truthful.
There were a lot of claims to process today. That’s the nature of the insurance business. After a holiday weekend, especially, the claims just rolled in and kept us busy until long after five o’clock came around.
It was tough, but weekends were the worst.
I walked over to the claims department as the airline had lost my luggage. Unfortunately the man was out to lunch. In a fit of rage I stole his stapler. Then the police showed up.
claims is like clams but without the i
i don’t say anything without being honest
i keep promises to the t, and so i open myself for you because i said i would and that we could
you though, make claims but never execute, never erect a thing for me.
goddess, i think not.
They all claim:
I will not succeed
I am throwing my life away
I am not living up to my true potential
I am better than all of this
I am not thinking clearly
I am making big irrational decisions
I am not living in the ‘real world’
My friends are bad influences
………………………………………
At least my life is my own.
He claims that he’s never loved anyone like me before. He claims that he loves my scars, the most tender part of my entire being. He claims that he wanted to quit smoking for me, and he claimed that he’d never feel the same way, and he claimed that I had a piece of real estate on his heart. But then he managed to claim somebody new.
she claims that the only thing she did last night was go downstairs and have a drink, but the evidence proves otherwise. the funny thing about her story is, if she went to have a drink at nine fifteen pm than how would that explain the ace hardware receipt that fell from her purse? You see, the time her items were purchased from the store was nine seventeen pm. The closest hardware store to her house is at least 45 minutes away.
Men make many claims. In love or war, life and death. However, some men make bolder claims than others. Some men live bolder lives than others. Lives of long days and hot nights, lives of darkness and drink and doubt.
Claims are just people’s opinions on certain things. Like he claims he didn’t do it. Or he claims that he loves me. These accusations have to be proven in order for them to be understood.
He claims to know why I was deemed this fate. That man, the one who had stepped out of my life the day love left me, now claimed to know the reason why I was a freak. I just wanted to slap him across the face, feel the sting on my hand, just to know that his cheek would hurt more. I wanted to hurt him, hurt myself for even trying to desperately cling to his answers. brought up my hand, so ready to do it. But he caught me and his eyes told me everything.
I was exactly the freak I had always known I was.
“There’s nothing I’d like more than the be here, right now.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing. Well, maybe I’d like to be in the air and not waiting on the tarmac, but not really.”
“Oh shut up and read your book, you romantic old sod.”
He claims that he didn’t do it. the other boy did. Claiming is making people believe that you didn’t do it. You claim. I claim that i want to go to college. I claim that my sister did it not me. I claim everything.
Her various claims were for the most part unsubstantiated or untrue.
Whether she had in fact been a B movie star was unprovable since most of the alleged films had been destroyed in the great fire of ’46.
Her reputation as a scamp, a vamp, and a bit of a tramp, however, was undisputed.
claims strains brains drained
the same piece of paper
diseased with the name
of the colour of thunder
to honor to smite
the night crashes, breaks
a sauna on fire
the dire need to feed
a creed thats freed from
knives that cut
and scars that bleed
the lives that lead
the blind to see
the river of blood
that bleeds through the terra
weighed to be frightened
undaunted by lightening
the boy claims hes innocent. the girl claims hes not. the boy claims the girl loves him. the girl claims the boy is insane. they claim the same but in different ways. but whose claims are true? his or hers. you claim the claims that are true. its up to you to claim the innocence of the boy. or his conviction. claim it. always claim it. claim it for me, you, him, her, or the dog down the street just do it. CLAIM IT!!!!!!!!!!!!